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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 6

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: Smut and drama, ex-boyfriend breaking restraining order, protective Sy, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

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This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 5

I’m half asleep, half-awake when I feel movement across my chest. I’m still too deep to realize it might be a threat before I feel gentle lips press against my stomach and I groan. My groan brought me closer towards consciousness and I opened my eyes with a start to see Emma’s beautiful blues staring right back at me from my stomach. I relax as I watch her press gentle kisses across my abs as she makes her way lower. Her body is hidden by the sheet but still accentuated her ass up in the air. She reaches for my morning wood and looks at me for permission. I sleepily nod at her and she immediately engulfs my cock into her mouth.

“Fucking shit, sugar.” I rasp, my voice laced with sleep as I wrap my hands in her hair. She creates the perfect pace as she bobs up and down before she gags on my cock. I bite my fist so that I can gather my wits without screaming the place down. With one hand on my shaft, the other around my nuts, she continues working on me and just a few minutes later I’m spurting my seed right down her throat. She swallows greedily and sucks me thoroughly through my release until the oversensitivity has me spasming. She kisses her way back up my body only to lay against me and place a kiss on my lips.

“Good morning.” She says sweetly.

“It sure as hell is now. You sure know how to wake me up.”

“I was hungry and needed my breakfast.” She whispers seductively and I flip over on top of her.

“Well, I’m starving so if you don’t mind, I’d like some more of that peach I tried last night.” I say before I make my way down her body and gaze upon her perfect pussy.

“I can’t believe you actually like eating women out.” She whispers.

“Wrong, I love eating YOU out. You are my favorite dessert. Now let me get to it, sugar.” She squeals as I dive right in. I nurse off of her clit and slide two fingers in and in no time at all Emma is moaning and squirming.

“Fucking hell, Austin. I’m gonna cum!” She shouts as she grinds against my tongue. I hold her hips still as I work her towards her release. She cums exuberantly with a moan and her essence soaks my face with the most sensual taste. We lay back and I pull Emma into my arms.

“You’re unreal at that. Like you should write a book so that all the men in the world can learn to do that.” She says and I chuckle.

“Why would I give away trade secrets? I had to learn these techniques on my own. That’s like giving away a recipe that’s been in your family for years.”

“But at the expense of women’s pleasure all around the world.” She tries to convince me.

“You’re one to talk. You’re quite skilled in the oral sex department as well.” I say and she blushes bright red.

“What time is it anyway?” I ask.

“A little after eight. Got somewhere to be?” I blanche.

“Seriously? It’s that late? I don’t have anywhere to be but I don’t think I’ve slept past 6:30am since I was in high school. Army kinda breaks that habit but you musta really wore me out.”

“I’m glad you slept so well. Seemed like you needed it but I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.”

“Mmm. You can always wake me up like that, Sugar. I better get up and take Mills out. I bet he’s gotta whiz like a race horse. ”

Emma giggles. “I already took him out. I had to pee so I took Aika and Mills out after and then came back to wake you up.”

“You went outside naked?”

“No! I grabbed one of your t-shirts.” She tilted her head in the direction of my dresser.

“Now that’s a sight I’d like to see. C’mon woman, let me make ya some breakfast.” I tell her with a light smack to her ass.

She climbs out of bed and I watch her saunter towards me as I open my underwear drawer and throw on a pair of boxers. She reaches past me, grabs herself a pair of my boxers before throwing on my favorite red DILLIGAF shirt. Those letters have never looked so good as they do now spread across her voluptuous tits. It’s so large on her that it covers her ass and you can’t even tell she has boxer shorts on under it. She runs her fingertips down my pecs and abs while gently scratching before she turns and heads down the stairs. I’m hot on her tail as I quickly lift her up bridal style and set her on the countertop. I start grabbing the ingredients that I’ll need for eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Emma turns around behind her and starts making coffee.

“Your grandma lets you make canned biscuits?” She chuckles and I smirk.

“She never taught me how to make homemade ones. Plus, that would take way too long. The canned ones are good.”

“Okay, I’ll agree that the canned ones are yummy but they’ve got nothing on my homemade ones. I doubt you have everything I need, but next time I’ll make some.”

“Next time, huh? How presumptuous.” I tut.

“Shut up.” She playfully kicks at my butt and I arch my eyebrow at her. Emma works on readying the biscuits for the oven and when the coffee brews, she pours us both a cup. I smile at the domesticity that engulfs us at this moment.

We eat our breakfast in comfortable conversation and I still can’t believe how well I slept. I feel more rested than I have in months.

“What would you be doing if I wasn’t here right now?” Emma brought me from my thoughts.

“Honestly, I’d probably be working out, or I’d be building something on the property. I might be out in the woods with the dogs.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” She replied.

“Trust me Sugar, I don’t have any intentions of letting you out of my sight.”

“How about you run me back to my place so I can get a change of clothes and then we can take the dogs on a walk?”

“I don’t know that I want to take you back to your place for clothes. I like you just in this.” I reply with a smirk.

“I can’t walk around in just your shirt, mister.”

“I’d love that, actually.”

“Oh, you’d like other people looking at me practically naked?” I grumble an “over my dead body” before looking back at her.

“Well, let’s go get you some clothes and take these pups on a hike. I wanna take a look at that hot water heater and sink when I get over there though.” She looks at me and arches an eyebrow. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m going to see what needs to be fixed while you get yourself dressed. Pack yourself a little bag and I’ll bring you home Sunday night.” I tell her and she smiles and nods. I suddenly remember I’m supposed to head over for lunch at Nana’s on Sunday. “It may be really weird to ask this or way too soon, but would ya like to come with me to lunch at my grandparent’s house Sunday?” I ask her.

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind? I don’t want to intrude on family time.” She replies.

“My nana would be happier than a pig in sunshine, Sugar. She’s been wanting to meet the new vet in town.” I tell her truthfully.

“They won’t think it’s weird that you’re bringing me though? I mean, we’ve technically only had two dates.” Emma admonishes.

“My nana may be a bit nosy, but they respect the fact that I’m grown and am gonna do what I want to. If anything, she’ll likely try and convince me to put a ring on your finger the second she meets you.” I chuckle. “That woman has been asking for me to give her great grandkids since I was 21. I swear at this point she’d be okay with me getting someone pregnant outta wedlock just so she can have some grandbabies. She don’t mean any harm by it though, so don’t worry.”

“Well, maybe one day she’ll get her wish. For now, I hope she’ll be okay with you introducing me as your friend.” We get dressed, Emma putting on her clothes from last night, and load up in my truck with the dogs in the backseat to head toward her home. When we get there, we get inside and I take a look around. The house is decorated somewhat plainly and mostly white and grey with little hints of teal blue throughout. I spot teal throw pillows on the couch, a blue painting on the wall, blue utensil canister in the kitchen. It’s understated, simple and clean, and like it.

“Point me in the direction of the water heater, Sugar.” She leads me to the laundry room and shows me the water heater.

“I’m going to be in my bedroom changing, if you need me.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Darlin’. I gotta take a look at this water heater.” I smirk and pat her ass as she walks off, the two dogs hot on her trail. Aika is very interested in smelling her new surroundings and Mills just seems happy to be included. I chuckle as I watch him clumsily trail down the hallway, goofy little thing.

The water heater is old, but seems to be in working condition. I turn up the heat dial on the water heater since I think it’s too low to see if that helps her not run out of hot water and make my way to the kitchen sink. She said it was working a little funny so I take a look at it. It doesn’t drain correctly at all and see that she’s bought some drano to try and release whatever’s clogging it. I’d bet my last paycheck that the previous owner poured grease down the sink and that’s the problem. People oughta know better. I can come back with a drain snake but I’ll likely have to replace the pipes underneath to clear out whatever is clogging the p-trap. While I’m looking at the sink, I hear somebody knocking loudly on the door.

“Sy? Can you get that?” I hear Emma ask from what I assume is her bedroom. Hopefully I can see that room before we leave.

“Sure, darlin’.”

“Emma? Are you in there?” I hear someone yell with another round of knocks as I slowly stand up and make my way to the door. Aika makes her way directly to me on high alert. She seemed to be more alert simply because of the new surroundings, but her demeanor now shows she’s on guard.

I halfway open the door to see a man with brown slicked back hair, and dressed somewhat preppy in a button up and slacks that look a bit too small. I immediately get a douche vibe from this guy who looks at me with a mixture of shock and an air of uppity disdain.

“Can I help you?” I ask the stranger.

“Oh, I thought this was Emma Miller’s address. I must have been told wrong... but wait, that’s her jeep in the driveway. Who are you?”

“I’m Sy, but I think I should be askin’ who you are.” I arch my eyebrow at him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He mutters under his breath with an eye roll. “Oh, um. I’m Colin. Is Emma here?” My stare hardens. Colin… is this the ex boyfriend? Seriously?

“Sy? I’m ready! Who’s at the door?” I hear Emma come around the corner toward the hallway in her hiking outfit and instinctively close the door a bit more so Colin can’t see her.

“One moment.” I tell the guy who looks beyond irritated that I’m not the 5’6” blonde he was hoping for.

“Remind me sugar, don’t you have a restraining order on that douche bag ex of yours?” I mutter lowly so he can’t hear.

“…yeah, why?”

“Might wanna call the cops and add stalking to the charges.” I murmur back to her.

“EMMA!” Colin yells and pushes hard against the now cracked door that I have my foot pressed against to stop it from opening. The door barely budges.

Emma steps back with a panicked look. “What the fuck is he doing here? How did he find out where I live?” She whispered, her eyes wide as saucers.

“Emma, just let me talk to you and then I’ll leave. I just need you to hear me out. Five minutes, I swear.” Colin bellows from the door.

“You need to step back.” I grunt murderously and push the door shut throwing the lock on it. Colin immediately begins yelling Emma’s name and banging on the door.

“The rest of the doors and windows locked?” I ask and she nods. The poor thing looks petrified.

“Want me to get rid of him?” I ask her gruffly.

“I… I can’t even think. Should I call the cops? I don’t want him in my house. I can’t believe he showed up here. I don’t know how he even found me. What if he shows up again and I’m alone?” I hear her ask more to herself than to me. I reach for her shaking hands that she now has framing her face in shock.

“Baby, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You know that, right? Trust me? My cousin is a police officer, I’ll send him a text and have him come out. If you want to listen to him, it seems like now’s a good time while I’m here and Walt on his way. It’ll at least keep him here until the cops show up.” Colin bangs on the door again startling Emma. I look down at my phone and send Walt a text with an SOS and Emma’s address. I wait a moment and Walt responds with an “omw” text. Thank God for Walt. I need to buy him a round next time we go out.

“You don’t have to worry. I can get rid of him and you don’t have to see him or say a word if you want. You are safe, Sugar.” I tell her and kiss her temple. Emma wraps her arms around me and I can hear her heart racing.

“I guess I’ll see what he wants. I wouldn’t put it past him to show back up when you’re not here. Don’t leave me?” She asks nervously.

“Not a chance, darlin’.” I wait a moment and open the door and Colin steps back as I push my way towards him trying to look over my shoulder at Emma and we walk on the front porch with her angled behind me.

“Emma, just let me explain myself. Do you mind?” He looks at me and scoffs. “I sure do. Say what you need to say before I kick your sorry ass all the way back to Bama.” He sneers at me before ignoring me and looking at Emma.

“Listen, Scarlett and I are done. We broke up and I realized I was wrong. I want you back, baby.” Emma scoffs.

“Not a chance in hell, Colin. You’ve made your bed and now you can lay in it. Is that all?” I watch Emma out of the corner of my eye as I stand firmly in front of Colin. I cross my arms across my chest and flex my biceps just to make my muscles that much more menacing.

“Don’t do this. I still love you and I know you still love me. Just give me another chance. We can even buy a house and get married like you always wanted.”

“Oh, Colin, how generous of you.” Emma states with pure sarcasm. “Leaving your mistress to finally commit to me after cheating on me repeatedly and without shame for months while I worked tirelessly to repair our relationship. You’re practically prince charming.” She sneers. “You tried to convince me that I was crazy for suspecting something was going on when in reality, I was right. How dare you show up to my new life and think you have any business even being in my presence. You hurt me not just emotionally, but physically. You are pathetic and I regret every moment spent with you. I now know what it feels like to be valued and appreciated, and I never want to see you again. Go home. Go back to Scarlett or whatever other tramp you find and wallow in your unhappiness. Leave me alone.” I feel the pride for Emma radiate from my body. I can tell that she has been bottling this up for who knows how long and I hope she feels relief at finally getting to say her peace.

“I know you’re angry, but you’re talking crazy. I took you on romantic vacations and dates and treated you so well. You can’t tell me you regret all of the good times we had. We’ve known each other our whole lives and I’m not allowed one mistake? Besides, you were working late and never home. You were neglecting me and our relationship. You’re really going to throw away the history that we have for some meathead like this?” Colin says while pointing his thumb at me and I growl deep inside my chest. He can say whatever he wants to me but I will not allow him to say anything else patronizing to her.

Emma stands straighter. “He is more of a man than you’ll ever be. And, just for your information, I’m doing just fine on my own. I don’t need or want you in my life. I’m happier now than I ever have been.”

I see Walter’s truck rounding the corner followed by a squad car with its lights on but no sirens and breathe a sigh of relief. I could easily take this fucker if I needed too, but I’d rather let the law handle it.

“You called the cops on me again, you stupid bitch?” Colin screams when he sees the lights coming toward him. Emma immediately steps back and I lurch in front of her. I’ve easily got about three inches of height and at least thirty pounds of muscle on this guy, and I almost dare him to throw the first punch. I’d love to smash this fucker to the ground.

My fists are so tight that my knuckles are white as I look him in the eyes and with my Captain’s voice. “Don’t you dare fucking speak to her like that again. You’re the one breaking the law by being here.” I growl and Walt comes flying over to me. The cop he brought with him, Justin, is also someone I’ve known my whole life. Justin immediately grabs Colin and pulls him toward the cop car to question him. I can hear Colin’s whiny voice immediately lying and saying that Emma invited him here to talk and I was interrupting.

“Walt.” I grit through my tense jaw in greeting to my cousin who is looking at Emma and then back at me. Walt responds with a stern nod before looking to Emma.

“I’m Walter Marshall.” He greets Emma and shakes her hand and she introduces herself.

“I’m so sorry you’ve had to come out here.” She apologizes.

“It’s not a problem. Tell me what’s going on?”

“That’s my ex-boyfriend, Colin Wright. I had to get a restraining order from him in Alabama before I moved out here. He got violent with me several months ago when I changed the locks on my apartment and the police were called. I don’t know how he found me, but he just showed up at my house. I’ve only lived here for about a month and he shouldn’t know where I live. My parents and best friend are the only ones who should have my address. His uncle is an officer in Alabama and got him out of trouble last time.”

“Okay, do you have the restraining order with you? I’d like to look it over but it should still apply. Violating a restraining order is a class A misdemeanor and should be difficult for anyone to get him out of, although it doesn’t constitute much jail time unfortunately.”

Walt follows us inside as Emma retrieves the legal documents to show them to Walter. I’m silently seething as she explains the situation. I relax slightly when I hear Walter tell Justin to read him his rights and book him for violating a protection order. Emma seems so embarrassed even though she has done nothing wrong. I just want to scoop her up and take her back to my house and hold her so that she feels safe again.

“Alright, we’ve arrested him but now that he has your address, I suggest you get some security at your house. An alarm system, video doorbell camera and a few surveillance cameras around the property would be a good idea to keep you from being surprised in the future. If he ever shows back up, call the police. I’ll give you my personal cell phone number as well since you’re Sy’s girl.” Walter tells her.

“Thank you so much, Walter. I’m sorry we had to meet like this but it was nice to meet you.”

“You too. Sy, you good?” Walter asks.

“Yeah, man. Thanks for running out here before I smacked the guy. Appreciate it.” I tell him as we shake hands and Walter heads back to his truck. As soon as he leaves, Emma stands up and I can see her arms shaking.

“Sugar, you okay?”

“I just… I’m just so frustrated. How did this happen again? This was supposed to be a new start without him around. I don’t know how he found me and I just want to feel safe again. I’m so tired of this shit tainting everywhere I go. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before the town starts gossiping about the new vet’s man trouble.”

I gently place my hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing and pull her towards me. I hold her in my arms tightly and as soon as I do she breaks down. I hold her and rub along her back as the sobs slow down.

“Darlin’ you need to not think about any of that. Who gives a shit what other people think? You’ve done nothing wrong and you’re just trying to live your life. You are safe here, and I’ll do my damnest to show you that. Now, you want to go to my house or you still feel like going on a hike?” I ask and she whispers, “nature might help me calm down” into my neck. “Alright, how about after our hike we go and get you some security stuff for the house. I can install it tonight and we can order some dinner here. That sound okay?” She just nods and I give her a gentle kiss. We load up the dogs in my truck and I take her to one of my favorite trails to walk Aika. It’s not very well known and about half way through there is a stream that runs through it which is a perfect rest spot. I notice Emma seems lost in her thoughts and I just keep quiet. I know she needs time to process everything and I want to be a quiet presence to help her but not overwhelm her. We’d barely spoken by the time we got to the stream and I’m starting to really wonder what’s going on in her mind. I let the dog’s romp around in the shallow water as I point to a large rock to rest on. Emma sits beside me and I wrap my arms around her.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask.

“Oh gosh, just trying to process what just happened. I’m sorry I’m so complicated. You were probably just looking for something easy and fun and I’m just a mess with a ton of baggage.” She places her head in her hands and chuckles without humor.

“Sugar, I got more baggage than you could imagine. You’re not complicated, you’re just human with human problems. If I was looking for something easy, I would’ve fucked and ducked, but I’m not interested in that. I’ve had my share of one-night stands but you…darlin’ you are different in the best way.”

Part 7

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youuuimeanmee · 1 year ago

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SxF Chapter 95 Thoughts

The drought is over.

And HOLY MOLY

AAAAAA I know we're nearing the end-semester gala but I never thought we'd get it on THIS chapter AAAADHJDJSKDN

When I saw the chapter is 21-pages long, I made sure to savor it well sskskjs

"Guardians will not be attending the gala." DAMMIT. Oh wait, Twillight can just disguise himself as a volunteer. I forgot.

Lol this is really not good for Damian's poor little heart.

WOHOO Becky cute!!

Huh, looks like Henry and Martha had a history together. Maybe they used to be classmates in Eden? Or something else, maybe.

The party is different than I expected. I thought ALL students will mingle in one place. I thought we'd meet Demetrius here. Oh well.

Damn this is depressing. Reassignation class based on academic performances. It's really happening. Anya will be separated from Becky. Hopefully their classroom will not be that far off 🥲

Damn Damian. Looking fine there, like a true young chaebol.

ANYA IS CUTE!! She's a princess!! 😭💕 I was surprised with her hair, I thought she'd keep the haircones. It's almost like as long as the little bundle of her hair is protected, any hairstyle is fine. Her dress though... It's darker than I expected; I thought she'd go with light color. But this is fine too. She's cute either way. (lowkey reminds me of a little witch, lol). It's also cute how she and Damian looks matching with black-and-white outfits, hehe. (Then again, this is b&w manga. Will their outfits have different color in the colored illlustration?)

Nicee Ewen, you do know when to give credits when it's due.

Nah Damian you're just making up shit now. You have excellent eyes, you know her dress is not cheap.

Of course Damian would fo anything for any imperial-scholar related. Cute.

Now this is interesting.

Some people say it's a reference to Harry Potter, so I wonder if some of it will turn out to be true. Especially the last two: "the cursed underground maze in section 4" and "the sealed chamber in the tower of wisdom." Sounds like hella suspicious places for a school filled with top political figures in the country. What if those are the places Donovan entered often? Hmmm. *sus glance* Wonder if DamiAnya gang will tackle the 7 mysteries like in Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun and see something they shouldn't see like in Promised Neverland, lol.

Anya, you got this! It's the name you learned in the school's interview! She already forgot, lol. But at least she got the "Ben" right!

Wonder if any of these kids will become Anya's new classmate, lol. Endo really used his break time brainstorming new characters here.

OMG IM DED. Narcis Hubrisse. Brayzen. These fucking fitting names I swear 🤣🤣🤣

Yesss you go Becky. Set your standard high. Don't mingle yourself with these lowly boys.

YAAASS. A GENTLEMAN ASKING ANYA OUT. YOU GO BOY. Even if it's a facade at least it's better than these Hubrisse and Brayzen boys.

OH.MY.GOD. FFFUUUUCKKK AJDNSKDBKDJDJSKHDUDJXNJDKDHDJJSJKSJSJSYEEEESSSSSS

HE'S HEREE HE'S FUCKING HERE. His hairstyle is ugly but HE'S HERE. I was wondering if we're gonna meet him soon. I was righttt, he iss gonna be a recurring character. I mean look at the name reveal from chapter 93. Look at that damn edgy hair. Hopefully he will be Anya's new classmate. But I never thought he'd put an interest in her as a runner-up in the classical language test. What is his background? How is he so good with the classical languange to even reach 90-ish points even though it's rarely taught? Does he have a connection with Anya with his gift in classical language and weird hairstyle? Why does he have such unsettling bow tie? I need to knooww

And he even pull off such a strong reaction from Damian too, skskjsksk. 2nd ML candidate? Lmao

Good to know Arnold's family is B tier. Not bad.

Twillightt you got soft. Letting Anya and Damian do whatever they want? What happen to the mission?

Lowkey sad to see Anya trying hard because Twillight didn't trust she would do a good job in plan B.

Oh mah gahh these preciouss kiddss 😭True homiess 😭😭💕💕

At least this will ensure Anya to get her place fair and square.

I wonder if Twillight realize Anya is approaching Damian for the sake of world peace she mentioned. Or he's simply motivated with Anya's motivation.

But at this rate, the dance will be over the moment Damian got his partner, lmaoo

Great comeback chapter! 🔥🔥🔥

*Edit: Screw what I said that Arnold might be the 2nd ML. I don't trust his hairstyle, his droopy eyes, his bow tie, and his polite manners. So far we've seen only adorable children but he could be evil for all we know. Better be cautious than sorry.*

#spy x family #spy x family manga #spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family 95 #sxf #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf spoilers #sxf 95

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florallylly · 1 year ago

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at the request of absolutely nobody, i present my vaguely fleshed out steddie mummy au

sources: i still own the mummy on vhs

there’s a possibility that the whole story of hamunaptra could be tweaked a bit to fit the story of henry creel/vecna/one into imhotep’s story, but the actual nitty gritty doesn’t matter as much as the actual dynamics and relationships between stobin and eddie. the important part is that a man is cursed to be buried alive, immortal but destined to awaken only to take vengeance.

fast forward and eddie munson ends up drafted into the military. (rick is apart of the french foreign legion stationed in egypt, and i’m not entirely sure how he manages it but eddie munson is apparently a colonel). things happen and eddie finds himself running away from the battlefield, only to stumble upon the ruins of hamunaptra. except they aren’t really ruins and hamunaptra is a myth. so he runs, but when he gets back to the city, alone and half dead, eddie finds that in his rush to leave, he’s grabbed some sort of puzzle box.

at the same time, one robin buckley has dedicated her life to learning more about ancient egypt. her passion for languages led her down a rabbit hole, and she drags her brother steve to egypt with her for further study.

robin is set up with a job at a small museum, working as an archivist. unfortunately, it’s a lot more tedious than she anticipated. it would be a lot better if she could work with steve, but forgetting his glasses at home nearly everyday isn’t super helpful when it comes to trying to sort books.

so what is steve doing in egypt, you may ask? evie’s brother jonathan in the movie literally schlepped around egypt fucking around with his sister and figuring out his next get rich scheme. steve isn’t really the type to open up his own nightclub in shanghai (a la the mummy: tomb of the dragon emperor), but just like jonathan, steve happens to stumble across a cryptex containing a map of the lost city of hamunaptra.

as an aside: i see steve doing the same minimum wage jobs he did in hawkins, just in egypt. i think it would be funny and makes so much more sense to me than him kind of skulking around for news of possible treasure. (bonus: the party in egypt, and dustin coming up to steve with a “brand new discovery” and it’s eddie’s puzzle box that he’s swiped. (THOUGH NOTE: evie and jonathan’s family is Rich. Rich Loaded. Rich Loaded British. So honestly, he doesn’t even have to work)

either way, when robin opens the cryptex and finds the map, she’s astonished. this is what she’s dreamed of her whole life—being an explorer and discovering lost civilizations. so she gets steve to find out where the puzzle box came from. his search leads them to the prison, where eddie munson is destined for execution.

the two of them talk to eddie, and eddie tells robin he’s seen hamunaptra in person. he’s been there. he’s walked the same sand that pharaohs had and seen the ruins that no other have laid their hands on. but eddie refuses to tell them the location, but steve convinces (bribes) the warden to let him go.

so the three of them set off to the city of the dead.

the details of the trip would make this post way too long, but i’m thinking about dynamics rn…

eddie is a little standoffish at first, sure that these rich kids won’t be able to handle themselves, and he’ll be stuck carting around two spoiled brats. and robin and steve don’t necessarily trust him. robin is wide eyed and blinded by eddie’s knowledge of hamunaptra, but steve keeps trying to keep her in check.

at first, eddie thinks steve is cold to him because of some upstairs/downstairs prejudice or big brother protectiveness. and eddie flirts even harder with robin, delighted every time he sees a scowl on steve’s face. even if robin keeps rolling her eyes and ignoring him, he isn’t looking at her anyways. he’s too busy searching steve’s eyes for some spark of disapproval. he doesn’t see that though. he sees worry and concern and fear. and that’s when eddie starts warming up to them.

#steddie #steve harrington #stobin #eddie munson #robin buckley #the mummy au #okay i could go through the entire trilogy #or i could take the bare bones concept and run with it #tbh i have so many different plotlines for a potential mummy au/crossover with stobin #NOTE the stobin is SO important in this #tbh in terms of plot lines robin is jonathan and steve is evie #but in terms of Character backstory robin is evie and steve is jonathan #bc steve is so much more honed in in canon #while robin IS a bit of comic relief #and sorry but eddie munson rick parallels are insane....#guy with good intentions and morals gets imprisoned only to be saved by someone he considers the antithesis of himself #falling in love with someone unexpected while on a life threatening mission

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aelfgyvaa · 9 months ago

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re: your post about anne boleyn merch, would be interested to hear your thoughts on the musical "six"!!

I think we were always gonna end up here eventually. To briefly summarise? I have pretty much nothing but distaste for Six.

Before I get into it, let me just say - I don't care if you like Six. If it makes you happy, that's great, I respect that. I'm not trying to tell anyone that they can't or shouldn't enjoy it, just that my personal opinion of it is... negative, to say the least.

TW - In the discussion below, I do mention child loss and child sexual abuse

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The very first song in Six promises that the show is going to explore a different side of the infamous six wives of Henry VIII, rejecting the popular narrative ('Get ready for the truth that we'll be revealing'). However, it only seems to succeed in retreading the same ground we've been going over for literal centuries. I'm sure a casual viewer of Six could certainly learn something new about these women from the show - if, that is, they'd never really known about them in the first place.

To start, I'll go over some of the gripes I have with each individual representation of the wives.

Catherine of Aragon

First off - did no one pause to think that a jokey throwaway line like this in an upbeat pop track might have been distasteful when discussing a woman who lost five children?? No? Ok. Catherine had four miscarriages or stillbirths, and lost her son Henry when he was little more than a month old (and from what I've seen, none of this is mentioned at any point).

'Kiddy-less' is just obnoxious.

Anne Boleyn

In her character description at the beginning of the script, Anne is described as 'a bubbly, fun-loving gal who only wanted to snog a sexy guy'. At another point, she is referred to as 'The temptress'. Right. So we're just sticking to the exact same reductive portrayal of Anne that's been circulating forever? Cool, cool, very revisionist.

The only person who confessed to an affair with Anne Boleyn was Mark Smeaton, who did so under torture, and his story didn't even align with known facts at the time. Portraying Anne as a flirt is not 'revealing' the 'truth' - it's quite literally repeating the narrative that saw her executed.

The script and the song lyrics are littered with jokey references to 'losing your head' and I just??? Apparently, the beheading of a real person was the opportune moment to slide in a blowjob joke. Sorry, didn't realise that her execution was funny - my bad I guess.

Jane Seymour

Six seems to want to give us the impression that Henry VIII's affection for Jane Seymour, the only one of his wives to give birth to a surviving son, was reciprocated by her. Which is... certainly presumptive.

Of course, I can't definitely say anything about her personal feelings, but the fact that Henry married her eleven days after Anne's execution, and that she was reportedly sympathetic to Catherine of Aragon and Mary Tudor, paints an interesting picture of their relationship.

Other than that, there's not much to say about Jane - but that in itself isn't great. She comes off as flat, and little more than a doting housewife-esque stereotype. I understand that she was only queen for a year, but... go girl give us nothing?

Anne of Cleves

Once again... this is just so lazy. Considering one of the two writers/composers for Six studied revisionist history at Cambridge, the revisionist narrative we were promised at the beginning remains entirely absent.

The first time Henry VIII met Anne, he burst in unannounced, in disguise, and kissed her without consent. I don't know about anyone else - but if I had just arrived in a new country, was not fluent in the language, and had never seen the man I was to marry before - I'd be freaking the fuck out if that happened. Henry seems to be one of the first people to ever call Anne 'ugly', which only happened after this incident wherein she was clearly unimpressed by him. Very convenient.

Katherine Howard

Sigh...

Yeah, I hate this. I hate it so much.

Accounts are definitely murky, but I think it's safe to say that Katherine Howard had a childhood marred by sexual abuse. Whilst she was a ward of the Duchess of Norfolk, Katherine had a 'relationship' with her music teacher Henry Mannox. We don't know exactly how old Mannox was (Six puts him at 23, but yeah. We don't know), but given that their 'relationship' reportedly took place around 1536-ish, Katherine would've been about thirteen. There's an acknowledgement of this age gap in Six, but it's pretty gross how flippant it is.

Her alleged 'relationship' with the Duchess' secretary Francis Dereham is also referenced with similar thoughtlessness.

Given that Katherine was most likely still a teenager when she married Henry VIII - and when adultery accusations resulted in her execution - the pretty blatantly sexual tone with which she is presented is incredibly uncomfortable and, frankly, super inappropriate.

Katherine Parr

First off - fucking pardon? Speaks for itself, really.

The first half of Katherine's song focuses on her relationship with Thomas Seymour as opposed to Henry VIII. Which, y'know, it's nice to move away from Henry, although Thomas Seymour is very much not off the fucking hook (child groomer👍).

Katherine's song is definitely the least blatantly offensive and/or boringly repetitive of the bunch, and I do appreciate the references to her writing (although it is pretty much thrown in without any context). To be honest, she's pretty much got the only characterisation that I'm not actively opposed to.

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Six claims to be a feminist, revisionist retelling, and yet in its first scene immediately pits the six women against each other by deciding to compete for who is the 'best wife' by... comparing trauma? Even when Katherine Parr's character questions this, she's mocked by the other characters.

There's an acknowledgement towards the end of the play that comparing the women and defining them by their relationships with King Henry is reductive - but frankly, by this point in the play, the damage has already been done. No half-assed 'Hey maybe we shouldn't compare ourselves after all!' is going to erase literally everything else that happened in the show prior to this. I don't care that you've decided to pull a complete 180 right at the very end, you still populated the rest of the show with disrespectful jokes that made light of the traumatic experiences of VERY REAL PEOPLE.

Six fundamentally fails at its introductory promise of revealing any sort of 'as yet untold' history surrounding these women. Worse, it arguably dehumanises them, reducing them to a group of dancing, singing, jokey fictional characters who reflect on the misery of their real-life counterparts with a disconcerting sense of humour. Instead of fulfilling its feminist framing, it falls for the tired, repetitive method of thought that presents these women as two-dimensional placeholders.

I read Six's entire script for this post, and honestly, I hope I never have to look at it again.

#anti six the musical #six the musical #tudor history #henry viii #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #jane seymour #katherine howard #katherine parr #history #helena has opinions #ask

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bbymunsonx · 8 months ago

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The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Eight

chapter warnings: language, talk about abuse

word count: 2.2k

Ted's been exceptionally quiet since him and his wife separated, which is completely understandable. It's been a few days and we've only said a couple words to each other. He wasn't being rude or anything, just sad.

I would love to do nothing more than to comfort him, even in a purely platonic way. I just wanted him to know he wasn't alone, but I could never find a good time to approach him.

I was sitting in Rebecca's office as Rebecca, Keeley and I discussed all the men in our lives.

"Have you guys seen the articles? What kind of fucking bullshit is "Old Rebecca?" Rebecca exclaimed. Rebecca's ex-husband, Rupert, started dating another woman named Rebecca. Since she's about forty years younger than Rupert, the press has been having a field day with calling our Rebecca, "old Rebecca". It's a bunch of misogynistic bullshit. God forbid the press ever call Rupert out for the asshole that he is. They always just blame the woman.

"Exactly what you said. Fucking bullshit." Keeley reached over and held Rebecca's hand, and I put my hand on top of hers.

"Richmond ladies have to stick together." I rubbed their hand with my thumb as I smiled.

"Alright, enough about me, what is it I hear about you shagging Roy Kent?" Rebecca excitedly said.

"We've only shagged a few times. And he's bloody good at it." Keeley blushed.

Rebecca and I both let out high pitched ooo's at the same time.

"Well, did Lacy tell you who she was pining over?" Keeley said while giggling.

"Keeley!" I yelled.

"Well, who is it?" Rebecca was beyond intrigued.

"You can't tell anyone," I began before someone knocked on the door, and in entered Ted. Right on queue.

"Good morning, Boss," I exclaimed while handing her a box of biscuits. "Keeley. Lacy."

"Hi, Ted." Keeley waved.

"Thank you, Ted." Rebecca said as she took the biscuits. "Is everything all set for our new player?"

"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Rojas is going to be very pleased." Ted smiled.

"That's what I like to hear." Rebecca replied. I've done a lot of research about Dani Rojas the past few days and he seems like a golden retriever dressed up as a man. The other players are going to eat him alive.

"Lace, did you wanna come down and help us welcome him?" Ted looked over at me.

"Yes, of course. I'll meet you down there in a minute." I smiled.

"Alrighty, I'll see you ladies later," Ted waved goodbye as Rebecca and Keeley said their goodbyes. My eyes were following Ted as he was leaving when Rebecca gasped.

"Holy shit! You're in love with Ted!" She pointed at me.

I scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"Keeley, did you see the way she was looking at him? She's either clearly in love with him or just wants to fuck him."

"Or both." Keeley whispered.

"Okay, goodbye," I laughed as I got up to leave.

"See! She didn't say no!" Rebecca yelled as I was leaving.

I walked out to the pitch to meet Ted and Beard on the sidelines as they were waiting for Dani to come. After a few minutes of waiting we hear someone come running out behind us screaming. That must be Dani.

Out runs Dani, enthusiastic and energetic, exactly what I was expecting from all the articles I read.

"Boys, meet Dani Rojas. Dani, welcome to Richmond," Ted greeted Dani, who was still jogging in place from all the energy. Jamie was automatically on guard around Dani, fearing that his spot on the team may be jeopardized.

As the boys were training, Ted had gotten a phone call from Henry. Henry was super excited to see a new player on the team. He loved learning about all the players.

"Alright, buddy, I will. I love you too. Bye-bye," Ted said on the phone before hanging up and looking over at me. "Henry says hello and that he misses you. Seems like you have your first fan."

I laughed out loud. "What can I say? The boy has good taste. Soon others will begin to follow." Ted laughed in response.

After watching the boys train for a little, I went back into my office and make a post on the teams social media pages officially welcoming Dani to the team. As I was reading through the comments, Ted comes barging into my office.

"We may have a slight issue," He groaned.

"What happened?" I immediately jumped up.

"He's hurt."

"Who's hurt, Ted?" My tone was a little annoyed.

"Dani."

"How the fuck did he get hurt? He just got here." I was so confused.

"Roy had told me that he saw him working out in the treatment room this morning before training. Apparently, in all the time we've been here, they've all failed to mention the treatment room was cursed." Ted explained.

"What do you mean cursed?"

"Roy said that anytime someone trains in the treatment room, they always end up injured." Ted continued.

"Oh, that's great." I threw my hands up in the air. I was a very spiritual person, so the thought of a curse wasn't outlandish to me. "What are we gonna do?"

"I was thinking late tonight, we all meet back here and do a ritual, something to bond the team together. I'm telling everyone to bring someone that means a lot to them to sacrifice for the sake of the team. Since you're a part of the team, I'm hoping you'll participate. Maybe get Rebecca and Keeley to come down too."

"Yeah, Teddy, of course I'll be there." I smiled. I realized this was the first time I called him Teddy in a while.

"That'll mean a lot to the boys. Meet Beard and I outside of the flats at nine and we'll head over." Ted said before walking away. That'll mean a lot to the boys, but not to him?

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It was exactly nine when I exited my flat and met Beard and Ted out front of my flat. They both had something in brown bags that they were going to sacrifice. They wouldn't tell me what they were bringing so I'm going to keep my item a secret, too.

We met all the other players in the locker room. Even Rebecca, Keeley, and Higgins showed up. Ted began to talk to everyone, "Thank you all for coming tonight. Not only are we breaking the curse, but we are also bonding as a team. See this here trashcan? One by one, we are going to put our items in the trashcan and then set it on fire, thus breaking the curse. My mom always told me not to set things on fire but I think Mama Lasso will let this slide one time."

Everyone started to put items into a trashcan. Roy put in his childhood blanket, Higgins put in his recently deceased cats collar, Jamie put in a pair of football boots that his mom gave him, and Rebecca put in the newspaper that called her "Old Rebecca".

It was Ted's turn, so he walked up to the trash can and opened his paper bag. "For my sacrifice, I'm putting in my wedding ring. As most of you know, my wife, or I guess ex-wife, are getting a divorce. I'm so grateful for the time we had together, but I'm also grateful for the opportunity to grow in the future." After he said that, he threw his ring in the trash. I rubbed his shoulder, consoling him because I knew that must've been really hard for him.

Lastly, it was my turn.

"For my sacrifice, I'm gonna put in this framed picture of my ex-boyfriend and I. I honestly think it's quite embarrassing that I brought this anyway. But I think I always latched onto our relationship, even when I knew it was over. He- he didn't treat me well. That's why I came here. For the fresh start. I love all you guys and I am just, really excited for a new beginning." I sadly smiled as I placed the picture in the trash.

I looked around me and all the boys looked like they were all on the verge of tears. They all came around me and engulfed me in a group hug. Ted and Roy were both latched onto me the tightest.

"Alright, alright. Let's just burn this shit." I laughed so I didn't cry. I only knew these guys for a couple months and I truly had so much love for them.

We dragged the trash can outside and set it ablaze. We all stood around the trash can fire and looked into it as it burned.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" Jamie came up behind me.

"Yeah, sure." I groaned on the inside when I walked off to the side with him. Ted's glance went from the fire to watching me leave with Jamie.

"I just wanna say I'm so sorry about what happened to ya, with your boyfriend and all. I know I didn't treat you right when you first came here and I shouldn't have done that. I just wanna start fresh, yeah?" Jamie seemed genuinely apologetic.

"Yeah, Jamie. Of course," I reached up for hug. I could tell during the past few weeks that Jamie was starting to become less of a prick. He'll always be a prick, that's just who he is to his core, but I could tell he was trying to change.

"We're good, yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah, we're good, prick." I laughed. I dragged him back to the fire. All the other guys were drinking and having a fun time, while Ted was staring daggers into the fire just taking sips out of his beer.

I celebrated with Roy and Keeley while Ted mostly talked to Coach Beard for the remainder of the evening.

"He keeps looking over at you, babe." Keeley nudged at me.

"I know," I smirked. As I said that, Ted walked over to us.

"Can I steal her for a second?" Ted asked Keeley.

"Be my guest," Keeley responded.

"Don't call the cops! I promise I'll pay for her when I get back." Ted joked with Keeley causing me to roll my eyes. Ted and I walked to the sidelines and both of us took seats in the technical area.

"As you would say, what's on your noggin?" I asked Ted, shooting him a smile.

"I just wanted to say I'm so extremely sorry about what happened with Julian. As someone who knew him well, I didn't know he was like that." Ted softened his eyes as he spoke to me.

"It's okay, Ted. You didn't know. He's good at making it seem like he's the good guy." I laughed at how pathetic he was.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Ted asked. It might help if I opened up to Ted, especially as someone who knows Julian.

"He was my high school sweetheart. I was the prom queen and he was prom king, ya know? Bullshit like that. Well, about three months before we graduated, my parents died in a really bad accident. I had no where else to go, so I stayed with Julian and his family. I guess that's where he realized how much power he had over me. It started with him making sure I didn't see my friends. Then it escalated to me not being able to really talk to anyone when we were out. It ended with him hitting me. I mean, I guess I shouldn't sugar coat it. He beat the shit out of me. I just never had the money, or the guts, to leave. He always told me that if I ever left him that he would just find me and bring me back. That I'll never be able to leave him and he'll always be a shadow right behind me. That's why I immediately took the job when the Dean told me about Rebecca's offer. He was out with his friends, so I just packed my essentials and left. I don't plan to ever look back. I don't think I've ever been happier." I sadly smiled. Ted hadn't taken his attention off of me the entire time.

"Just know one thing," Ted held my hands in his, "You will always be safe here and you will always have a home with us."

The two of us just sat in the technical area watching the team have a blast by the fire. I sat there smiling to myself, thinking about how full my heart was. Even if Ted and I were to remain friends, I will forever be grateful for his friendship and the kindness he's shown me.

***

The next morning, I was sitting at my desk doing some work when Ted burst into my office.

"Rebecca is out of line. She cannot get away with this." He stated. He was furious.

"Ted, breathe. What happened?" I grabbed onto his shoulders so he'd focus.

"She traded him. Jamie. He went back to Man City."

"She what?!" I gasped.

Just as Jamie started making progress with everyone on the team, including me, he's gone.

authors note: sorry this chapters a bit of a filler! the next two chapters are literally so long and filled with drama I'm so excited to fix them up and bit and get them posted! I actually cried writing them so get your tissues ready hehe thank you all so much for the support you've shown my writing so far. it means so much :)

taglist: @nerdgirljen

#ted lasso x oc #sam obisanya #roy kent #leslie higgins #jamie tartt #apple tv #ted lasso x reader #rebecca welton #ted lasso #jason sudeikis

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imaricyeah12 · 2 years ago

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Heyy

This is like an introduction post btw

hi this is my first blog thing and i may just post whenever idk

I'm very new here and I'm still learning about Tumblr and it's features stuff.. please don't yell at me when idk certain stuff of Tumblr's features and stuff :'3

I may also not come here very frequently because in terms of social media frequency, I'm mostly on YouTube. Check me out there! It's ×Imaric×

Link: https://youtube.com/@imaricyeah12

About me:

Name's Ima or Imaric (<- "Imaric" is simply my entire name shortened for fun lol)]

they/she

malayali!! >:3 I'm from Kerala, India 🇮🇳

I'm 14 years old

April 15 🎉

Can draw and make very poorly made animations

VERY clumsy and very much easily emotional :')

English isn't my first language nor my mother's tongue so I'm sorry if I make any English mistakes heheh ;w;

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hyperfixations (order of most intrested onwards): Inanimate Insanity, Sherlock Holmes,

current fandoms I'm partaking frequently: OSC, Sherlock Holmes, KinitoPet, ENA, MLP:FIM, Steven Universe

Things i just happened to know VEEERY little or more about (this category is there just to simply let you know): Sewerslvt, Sky:CoTl, MLP:FiM, Genshin Impact, TAWOG, Ace Attorney, Azumanga Daioh, Henry Stickmin, Lemon Demon, Ezekiel (the music artist), Rebzyyx, TV Girl, Wayside School, Happy Meat Farms, EAS Scenarios

PLEASE talk about this stuff it's always in my mind and I want to ramble about it with you: MePad ii (and/or any other meeples), Sheriarty (Sherlock Holmes x Jim Moriarty) or Johnlock (Sherlock Holmes x John Watson, specifically the ones based on the books or the granada adaptation)

LIKE PLEASE REVEAL YOUR HEADCANONS AND IDEAS ABOUT THEM PLEASE RAMBLE ABOUT IT WITH ME. MEPAD IS LIKE MY BLORBO AND I LOVE HIM PLSSSS AAAAGG

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THOSE CATEGORIES ARE LIKE.. NOT EXACTLY THE SAME THEY HAVE LIKE DIFFERENT PURPOSE STUFF

Yeah and anyways

Congrats if you came this far

If you like it here, I'm glad to know that!! Enjoy your stay here!

Imaric, signin' out!! 💖💕

(That's my Sona btw)

#oc #introductory post #art #art tag if u wanna see my art ->#imaric's arts #my sona #my persona

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rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw · 1 year ago

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Sunday Afternoon Session

Conducting: Henry B. Eyring

For All the Saints

Elder Dale G. Renlund

King Tutankhamun and the finding of Tuts tomb

He is our mark – if we imagine there is something beyond what He offers, we deny all His blessings

Focus on Him intentionally

Baptismal water doesn’t wash away sins. That is why we have the opportunity to repent.

Approach the sacrament the same way a new convert approaches baptism – with a contrite heart and spirit

With the temple close it can be easy to let little things get in the way of attending – do not take the temple for granted. When we do we look beyond the mark

Do not praise exotic sources for being enlightened – sometimes that is not the case

Remember and always focus on Jesus Christ. He is our Savior and Redeemer, the Mark towards whom we should look, and our Greatest Treasure

Elder John C Pingree Jr. 70

What is our understanding of truth in today’s world?

What is truth and why is it important?

Where do we find truth?

When we find truth how do we share it?

1 God is THE source of eternal truth.

2 The Holy Ghost testifies of all truth.

3 Prophets receive truth from God, and share that truth with us

4 We all play a crucial role in this process. God expects us to seek, receive and act on truth

Our ability to receive and understand truth is dependent on our relationship with God

Is the concept taught consistently in the scriptures and by living prophets?

Is it confirmed by the Holy Ghost?

Doctrine = eternal truths such as God is our eternal Father, Christ’s atonement etc

Unchangeable

Policy =application of doctrine based on current circumstances

Subject to change

Teach truth in a way that invites the converting power of the Holy Ghost

Truth should be conveyed with Christlike love – love without truth is hollow and lacks the promise of growth

Tell Me the Stories of Jesus

Elder Valeri V Cordon, 70

Help children establish a gospel culture

Righteous Intentional Parenting

1 Teach Freely

Liberally, generously, and without restraint

Spend meaningful time with them, use church resources (church moveis, come follow me)

2 Model Discipleship

By example keep the sabbath day holy, keep temple covenants.

3 Invite to Act

To seek individual revelation, work for and nurture their own testimony

We are God’s agents for our children. Create an environment where they can feel His love and guidance.

Accidental conversion is not a principle of the gospel of Jesus Christ

God will do everything He can without violating your agency.

As a parent you should do the same

Elder J. Kimo Esplin, 70

Hawaii and the battle of Okinawa

Baptisms for the dead, and temple work. People being taught in the spirit world.

Temple blessings can heal so much.

The Saviors work is to bind people together

Rejoice the Lord is King

Elder Garrit W. Gong Q of 12

Morse code locket “I I you”

Multilingual “I” “I” (Chinese ai) “You” = I love you

Languages of Gospel love

Warmth and Reverence

Service and Sacrifice

Covenant and Belonging

Daily sacrifices matter

Remember to speak with warmth and reverence about the Lord’s work

Sometimes things can affect our ability to serve, but hopefully never our desire

You need to feel the Lord’s love for those you serve – and for you when you serve.

When we serve in the gospel together, we find fewer faults and greater peace

Remember to minister with your hearts

Sociality and service often go together

The more we serve the better we can understand the nature of Christ.

Elder Christophe G. Giraud-Carrier 70

1 Samuel 16:7

God looks on the heart

We are His children, all of us without exception.

How sad is it that we honor labels more than we honor each other?

The gospel of Jesus Christ is the mediator

Discrimination is not ok

How we treat each other really matters.

I’ll Walk with You children’s song

Like Christ love others because it is the right thing to do.

Consider the Lillies

President Russell M. Nelson

What is the secret to living so long?

No what have I learned in almost a century if living

Heavenly Fathers plan for us is fabulous

This plan takes the mystery out of what comes next

What we do in this life matters

Savior’s atonement makes the plan possible

Adopt the practice of Thinking Celestial tm

Being spiritually minding

Mortality is a masterclass in learning what is of greatest eternal importance

Begin with the end in mind – carefully consider where each of your decisions will put you in the next life

Where will each decision place you? You get to choose

Take the long view – the eternal view

Put Jesus Christ first

Your obsession becomes your god – you look to it rather than to Him for solace

Struggling with addiction? Seek professional and spiritual help

Be chaste to attain celestial glory

Seek guidance from trusted voices

There are lots of things we can do to build faith

Temples!

Savai’i, Samoa

Cancún, Mexico

Piura, Peru

Huancayo, Peru

Viña del Mar, Chile

Goiãnia, Brazil

João Pessoa, Brazil

Calabar, Nigeria

Cape Coast, Ghana

Luanda, Angola

Mbuji-Mayi, Democratic Republic of the Congo

Laoag, Philippines

Osaka, Japan

Colorado Springs, Colorado

Tulsa, Oklahoma

Roanoke, Virginia

Kahului, Hawaii

Fairbanks, Alaska

Vancouver, Washington

Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia

Fun fact: he has announced 153 temples since becoming prophet

Teach me to Walk in the Light

#ldsconf #tumblrstake #genconf #church of jesus christ of latter day saints #general conference

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eiirisworkshop · 1 year ago

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One More Notch

A Glee fanfiction Complete fic available to read on Ao3 here.

So here's what you missed on Glee:

Blaine got drunk and made out with Rachel so he thought he might be bi.

In Rachel's basement, she and Blaine kiss sloppily, surrounded by the rest of the glee kids.

Kurt didn't take that too well since he doesn't seem to think bisexuals are real.

Across a coffee shop table, Kurt gives Blaine a scathing look. "Bi is just what people call themselves when they're scared to admit they're gay."

Blaine got really fed up with Kurt so he dumped him.

"You're being so narrow minded and dismissive!" Blaine shouts across the choir room. "I'm sick of it! I'm done."

Then he went out with Rachel, but they had no chemistry so they called it off and Blaine's sure he really is gay. Kurt was really upset over getting dumped so he and Blaine just kinda didn't get back together. They're mostly over it but things are still a little weird.

At the end of a musical number, hugs and high fives are going around. Kurt and Blaine shake hands stiffly.

And that's what you missed on Glee.

~*~

"Again, winning Sectionals has done absolutely nothing for our cred," Mercedes lamented as she set her lunch tray down and dropped into her seat.

Kurt brushed his hair off his forehead with a sigh. "Let's face it, it's going to take a bigger win to earn us the respect we deserve."

"Yeah." Tina stared listlessly at her chicken nuggets. "On a less depressing note," she ate a nugget, "have either of you seen the new transfer kid?"

"Yeah." Mercedes made a face. "What kinda kid changes schools in November ?"

"Bargain store cowboys with no-name jeans and a ridiculously thick accent."

The two girls stared at Kurt. He shrugged. "He's in my math class."

"Oh," both girls said, nodding.

"He's kinda cute, though, in a pickup truck commercial kinda way," Mercedes said casually.

Tina and Kurt considered her, looked to each other, then nodded.

Meanwhile, a knock at his office doorframe startled Mr. Schuester into looking up from the stack of quizzes he was grading. A tall boy in a faded buttonfront, worn jeans, and scuffed boots was standing in the doorway under a thatch of sun-blonded hair, hands crammed in his pockets, shoulders hunched. "Mr. Schuester? I was in your Spanish One class this mornin'."

"Yeah, yeah." Mr. Schuester set the quizzes aside. "It's Joel, right?"

"Yessir. Joel Henry."

"Come in, sit. What can I do for you?"

Joel folded himself into the chair across from Mr. Schuester—quite a feat given the kid was at least as tall as Finn. He shook his head despairingly and met Mr. Schuester's gaze. "I don't know what I'm doin' in your class. I don't speak a word a Spanish. I been takin' German the past two years."

"We don't have a German program here," Mr. Schuester said carefully. "Shouldn't you be eating lunch right now?"

"I wasn't talkin' to nobody, didn't take long to eat." Joel sighed. "I'm gonna fail your class; I can't speak Spanish."

"It's an intro class, Joel."

"That I'm three months behind in! And I'm not good with languages."

"Okay." Mr. Schuester nodded. "Can you stay after school or do you have to catch a bus?"

"No, I drive."

"Great. Then right after school let's you and me go talk to Principal Figgins about moving you out of Spanish."

"Thank you, sir," Joel said. "But why couldn't we go talk to him during afternoon free period in a couple hours?"

Mr. Schuester held up his palms apologetically. "I coach the school's glee club and we meet during afternoon free period."

"Oh. Alright. Well, thank you, sir." Joel got to his feet. "Uh, before I go though, can you tell me how to get to the physics rooms? This school is a lot bigger than my old one."

~*~

After physics and history when afternoon free period came around, Joel found himself at loose ends just like he had at morning free period. So, just like that morning, he wandered the halls, trying to learn his way around. The handful of other kids not occupied with clubs, making out in corners, or smoking pot in the bathroom mercifully ignored him. He turned down another hall—the hall Mr. Schuester's office was on—and he heard music.

Oh yeah, glee club.

He lingered by the half-open door, watching as about a dozen kids danced around singing some pop song he didn't know. He recognized a few of the kids though—one of them, the kid who looked like the creepy Austrian ceramic dolls Joel's grandma collected, was definitely in his math class. The kid was hard to miss. Then there was the Latina cheerleader who'd blatantly offered him sex that morning. She scared him. And she'd noticed him. She'd stopped dancing to stare through the door at him, one eyebrow arched. Another of the girls—the short one in a cat sweater—noticed the scary Latina staring and followed her gaze. Joel gave them a pleading look and put a finger to his lips. The two girls shared a look, then resumed dancing, ignoring him.

The next morning, with his schedule fixed—home ec in place of Spanish, not great, but workable—Joel settled into his seat in the back of his first period math class. Suddenly, an argyle-clad butt perched itself on the edge of the table in front of him. He looked up to find the owner of the butt smiling down at him: creepy Austrian doll kid. "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel."

Joel blinked. "Your last name is actually Hummel?"

Kurt frowned. "Yes, is that a problem?"

"No." Joel shook his head slowly. "The universe just has one hell of a sense a humor."

"I'm going to assume for your sake that that wasn't offensive. Anyway." Kurt leaned in, smile re-plastering itself across his rosy-cheeked face. "A little bird told me that you were spying on our glee club yesterday."

Joel gave him an unimpressed look. "Was it the sexy bird or the short one?"

"Both of them but that's beside the point." Kurt brushed away the question with a wave of his hand. "The point is, you should join."

Joel slid his math book and notebook between himself and Kurt. "I don't know, I don't really sing."

"Well, if you change your mind, we meet during free period every afternoon and on Monday mornings and after school on Thursdays. Sometimes after school on Fridays, too, but don't count on that one—it's on an as needed basis. Bring a song." Kurt's smile had turned fake. He patted Joel's shoulder and sashayed off to his own seat. Joel watched him go. He had no idea where the hell somebody would get purple argyle skinny jeans in suburban Ohio. He also had no idea why anyone would want to.

After that, class was uneventful. Trigonometry couldn't only be so exciting. Joel's next class, though, was unexpectedly awesome. It was home ec, and they'd been told to pair up to make no-bake cheesecake. A pretty blond girl in a cheerleading uniform walked right up to him, decidedly within Joel's personal space, and looked at him with intense, shiny blue eyes. "Santana told me that if I saw you I should seduce you into joining glee club so I think we should totally make cake out of cheese together." She leaned in to whisper, "What kind of cheese do you want?"

"Uh." Joel took a step back. "I already told your buddy Kurt I don't really sing." He handed her a block of cream cheese. "You really don't need to seduce me, either. Santana is the scary, sexy, Latina one, right?"

"Yeah, she's super hot."

"Well, I already told her I'm not really on the market."

"On the market for what?" The girl cocked her head to the side like a puppy.

Joel stared at her for a second then shook his head. "Nevermind. What's your name?"

"Brittany."

"I'm Joel."

Brittany's eyes widen and she whispered in awe. "You're a famous singer, we were just singing that song of yours about not being an arsonist."

Joel stared at her again. "That's Billy Joel. I'm not related to him."

"Oh...." She looked down at the cream cheese disappointedly.

He chewed his tongue briefly, then leaned toward her to confide, "But I'm a cowboy."

She immediately lit up with excitement. "A real one?"

"Mhm." He grinned.

"That's so cool."

At the end of home ec, Brittany handed Joel their cheesecake, then pulled him out of the room, ignoring his protests. She dragged him to the choir room where, despite the lack of an official club meeting, most of the club was hanging out—well, arguing.

"I think we should go caroling," the short one was saying. Her sweater had an owl today.

An Asian girl who looked like some kind of Victorian heiress who'd sold her soul to a demon butler gave the short one an incredulous look. "Do you remember how badly that went last year? We got a shoe thrown at us. By a teacher ."

"Hey, everyone," Brittany said pleasantly. "So it turns out he's not a famous singer like I thought when he said his name, but I brought the new guy and I didn't even have to seduce him." She grinned at Santana, who looked both impressed and disappointed.

"I was brought here against my will," Joel said. "But I have cheesecake if anyone wants some," he offered feebly.

"I will take some cheesecake," a curvy black girl with big heart-shaped earrings said. Joel handed her the pie pan he was holding.

"I'm glad you decided to join us," the short one said brightly, stepping forward to give him a salesman's smile. "I'm Rachel, I essentially run this—"

"I have not decided to join you," Joel said firmly. "Why are you all hounding me outta nowhere like this? I been at this school less than two days."

"We're pretty much always hoping for new members," Kurt said, lounging across two chairs next to the black girl. "You showed interest. And you're here now, so you might as well show us what you've got."

"I told you, I don't really sing." Joel shook his head and looked around the room. There was Kurt, the hip hop princess eating cheesecake, Rachel the American Girl doll, Asian vampire chick, a super nerdy kid in a wheelchair, a total of three cheerleaders, a guy with a mohawk, a guy in a sweatervest and bowtie, a blond Bieber-type, and three more dudes in letterman jackets. "Do you realize that most of you look more like cartoon characters than real people?"

Rachel huffed haughtily, Kurt and the girl next to him both frowned. The blond cheerleader who wasn't Brittany leaned on her elbows. "He's not wrong, though."

The guy in the sweatervest held his hands out and shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much everyone in this club is crazy."

"But, we're the most fun people in this whole damn school." The black girl stood up. "Look—what's your name?"

"Joel."

"Heya, Joel. I'm Mercedes. You gave me cheesecake, as far as I'm concerned that makes us friends. This is your second day here, so I figure you don't have too many friends yet."

"Not really, no." Joel admitted.

"Uh huh." Mercedes settled her weight into her hip. "And how many people not in this room have actually talked to you?"

"A guy with a jewfro shoved a microphone in my face...."

"Jacob doesn't count," sweatervest guy interjected. "He's a gossip blogger and you're the new kid, he'll harass you for a few weeks. I'm sorry. I transferred in last year, I never did find a way to avoid him entirely. Puck chasing him off is a good temporary measure though." He gestured at the guy with the mohawk.

"And," one of the letterman jacket guys said, "I don't really sing, either." He shrugged. "I used to sway in the background but now I dance."

Joel scrubbed a hand through his hair. "I'll think about it." He looked at sweatervest guy. "But you're right, you're all crazy." He walked out.

At lunch two classes later, Mercedes came up to Joel in the line. "Hey, Joel." She smiled and got a serving of tots. "You wanna sit with us?"

"Who's us?" He grabbed the least bruised apple available.

"Me, Tina, and Kurt."

"Uh," Joel hesitated.

Mercedes glared at him. "Kurt doesn't bite, you know."

"I know." Joel let out a breath and glanced over to the table where Kurt and Asian vampire chick were sitting. She must've been Tina. Joel shrugged. "I've just never met anyone like him before in my life. He's...a little overwhelming."

"I'll admit that he—and Rachel, and sometimes me and Santana—have a flare for the dramatic and it can get a little over the top." She shrugged. "Occupational hazard of showbiz."

Joel sighed.

"Who you gonna sit with if not us?"

"You got a point," Joel admitted. He followed her to the table and carefully sat between her and Tina the vampire. She and Kurt smiled at him. He nodded to them and focused on his food.

Brittany and Santana joined the table a minute later, paying zero attention to anyone else sitting there while they chit-chatted. After that, sweatervest bowtie guy came over carrying a tray. He and Kurt looked directly at each other, Kurt busied himself with his phone, and sweatervest pulled up a chair between Joel and Mercedes. Joel glanced between him and Kurt a couple times. “Well, absolutely no one can tell the two of you used to date.”

Both boys grimaced and glanced at each other.

“Is the awkward that obvious?” sweatervest guy asked.

Joel nodded and gestured between them. “There's laser beams of awkward.”

“Good God, he said what we've all been thinking,” Santana said in astonishment. “At least, I think he did. I'm only sure of every other word. Where the hell are you from, cowboy?”

“Wyoming,” Joel said flatly.

Santana blinked and tilted her head. “See, there's a problem with that: I'm pretty sure Wyoming really doesn't exist.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “I promise you it does.”

Santana shook her head. “I don't believe y—”

“Where in Wyoming?” Kurt interrupted.

Joel poked at his food. “Trust me, you've never heard of it.” He paused and took a moment to study Kurt. “But I'm gonna go way out on a limb and say you've seen Brokeback Mountain.”

Kurt nodded. “Everyone at this table has, even if only because I made them.”

Joel couldn't help but snicker. “Okay, so in Brokeback, Ennis—the blond one, Heath Ledger—and his wife live in Riverton. I'm from Crowheart, 'bout an hour northwest a Riverton.”

Everyone exchanged looks and nodded or shrugged.

“Well, I still don't think we have any idea where that is,” sweatervest guy said, “but that's a pretty good frame of reference.”

��Why did you move here in the middle of the semester?” Tina asked.

“My folks split,” Joel said quickly. “Me an' my mama an' my sister moved in with my mama's sister. Sorry, who're you?” He looked at sweatervest guy. “Never got yer name.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Blaine.”

“Pleased to meetcha.” Joel went back to eating.

End of chapter! Read the rest on Ao3 here.

#eiiri made this #fanfiction #glee #i still can't believe i wrote a glee fic but i did

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angeldcgs · 10 months ago

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part of the fun of fucking with people was their eventual reaction once they realized the joke at their expense, but that epiphany had still yet to dawn on henry. ophelia almost preferred it that way, as it meant she was able to continue to toy with him with virtually no end in sight, upping the ante with every visit just to see how much he'd let her get away with. back in school, she'd been fascinated to learn that you could boil a live frog in a pot and they wouldn't jump out so long as the liquid was heated gradually enough. by the time it came to a boil, it would be too late— that's exactly what she planned to do with henry. slowly raising the stakes little by little until he found himself firmly entrenched in her chaos and turmoil with no hope of escape. "but you've already given me so much... i wouldn't want to exploit your kindness," she murmured, offering him a rare glimpse of vulnerability. faux vulnerability, but he wouldn't be able to tell the difference. "i don't really have that many friends. i dunno, i think most people are intimidated by me, or something... so it means a lot to me." which wasn't exactly true. she'd become adept enough at painting on a somewhat friendly persona in order to lure in a new victim whenever she got bored enough to need a little outside entertainment, employing that mix of sour and sweet that some folks seemed to go crazy for. onyx might've been content with living a life of relative isolation out of fear that they'd hurt someone, but ophelia didn't feel alive unless she was causing pain of some sort. it was all too easy to make him squirm, his discomfort evident in his subtle shift in body language as she toyed with his tie, and she had to resist the urge to snicker at his response. even if he wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, she was still trying to maintain an aura of earnestness, lest he finally catch on to her less than genuine intentions. the more innocent she came off, the better, especially with what she was about to request. of course, he'd probably jump through mental hoops to try and strip it of any sort of sexual connotation, so desperate to see ophelia as willing to convert that he'd gloss over it entirely. "that's ok," she shrugged. "you can take 'em off. it's just us here... no need to be shy." with her best attempt at a friendly smile, she batted her lashes, eerily large doe eyes still trained up at him. she only continued to stare at him up close for but a few more moments before allowing him some space, going to sit on the edge of her bathtub to watch him expectantly. part of it was a desire to force him farther outside his comfort zone, getting him to reveal more of himself to her than he was comfortable showing and leaving him in a state of total vulnerability, but there was also a more simple element of curiosity at play. he'd always shown up at her door in those stuffy suits, showing the least amount of bare skin possible. with so much left up to the imagination, she couldn't help but wonder what he looked like underneath; mainly what underwear he wore. tighty-whities, she assumed. and he probably ironed them after every wash... "you're not scared, are you? i can close my eyes if you are."

if she was trying to poke fun at his fanatical and prejudiced ways, a more obvious approach was needed because henry nodded along eagerly, entirely convinced by what she was saying and pleased to see that his message had gotten through. she might have been a sinner but everyone was, that was the entire point of seeking redemption. "it's not greedy to ask for help." he argued, although he could see her point and might have agreed if he hadn't found himself so charmed by her. in their back and forth fight for control over her future, henry had grown to enjoy her company in the way one enjoyed looking after a sick animal, the promise of being a saviour was too good to resist. "if you ever need something, i'm here, okay? we're in this together now." he might not have been thrilled about the task at hand, he couldn't complain too much when he'd be able to go home and brag about his success and finally prove that he wasn't the failure. as he slipped his blazer off, henry raised his head at the sound of ophelia's confusion and furrowed his brows in return before his confusion turned to surprise as she looped her nimble fingers around the end of his tie and tugged, not enough to make him jolt with the gesture yet he still fumbled to keep his composure. it wasn't her fault, he was the one misinterpreting things, his dirty mind was taking her innocent question and turning it into something sinful and unkept. as much as he praised his religion, henry knew he wasn't perfect, not like his parents were and he had a long way to go before he could ever dream of reaching their levels of dedication and discipline. "i- uh, didn't exactly think to bring something else to wear..." he managed an awkward chuckle and began to roll up the sleeves of his freshly ironed shirt. looking good was a key element of selling anything, no one would listen to a slob trying to talk about god's perfection and he'd always made an effort to paint himself in the best light, not only because it made people more susceptible but it made it easier for him to pretend that he was someone with confidence. "they are but- but it's okay, really i- i'll wash them when i'm home." what was the alternative? in his eyes, there wasn't one, not even something mischievous that someone like ophelia could cook up with ease.

#{ ophelia craft — thread }#{ ophelia vs. henry }#thcophagy

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the-sugar-crash · 3 years ago

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Shaw Pack Pirate AU Headcanons

I watched 'Our Flag Means Death' about a week ago, and I'm yearning for a different life again. I really wanted to be a pirate when I was a kid, but the yearning hasn't been this bad since Descendants 2 came out and I developed a crush on Henry Hook. Don't judge me, boys look cute in eyeliner, I can't help it. Anyway, pirate Shaw pack:

David Shaw is the captain of a pirate ship, which he took over from his father.

Gabe Shaw was a navy captain who was wrongfully accused of treason, so he ran off with a few loyal members of his crew and his wife, and started a pirate crew.

Gabe was given the nickname ‘The Wolf of the Seas’, a name he took with pride. So much pride in fact, that he made the figurehead of the ship into the shape of a giant wolf.

David grew up on that ship, and when he became captain he appointed Asher as his first mate

Asher can usually be found in the crows nest, and when he isn’t working as first mate, he’s up there keeping watch

He’s only fallen out once or twice.

Milo, Christian, and Amanda also grew up on the ship

The five of them had a small space under one of the stairs that they deemed ‘the clubhouse’, where they would meet and sit together to be out of the way of the adults on the ship

The crew is a family, and for the kids it’s the only family they’ve ever known

So David is the captain for a few years, when he meets someone in a popular port.

Angel works as a barkeep, and David meets them one night while the ship is restocking

They’re bold, and very forward, but David still finds himself visiting the little tavern every time they stop in that port

And eventually, after months of pining, he asks them to join the crew. And to his surprise, they accept.

So he and Angel live on the seas together, sailing to new adventures and uncovering treasures.

Asher meets his partner in a very different way.

One afternoon after a little ‘scrimmage’ with a rival pirate ship, Asher boards the other vessel in search of treasure, but he finds something much better.

Below the deck, in a room bolted shut, is a large tank filled with sea water and a person.

Well, a merperson.

No one else on Asher’s crew had seen them, so Asher releases them back into the ocean without anyone knowing they exist.

He expects that to be the last time he sees them, and he almost convinced himself it was a dream when they show back up late one night while Asher is alone on the deck on the ship.

Babe had been watching the ship, and had waited until Asher was alone to thank him.

They don’t speak English very well, just the small pieces they’ve picked up from listening to sailors, but Asher helps them learn a good foundation of the language, and Babe teaches him their own language as well.

Let’s just say that Asher starts volunteering to take a lot more night shifts.

Despite the language barrier at the beginning, the two really hit it off, exchanging stories for hours as the other one listens intently.

Babe can read the sea and the stars better than any human can, so they warn Asher of any storms far before he would ever be able to pick up on the signs. They also warn him of ships in the area, so they always have a head start over anyone trying to track them down.

Which leads me to Sweetheart.

Sweetheart was a sailor who worked for the navy until they deflected and joined the crew.

Originally tasked with tracking down David’s crew and turning them in, Sweetheart turned on the navy after accidentally falling in love with one of the crew’s sailors, and patching him up after an accidental run in with the same fleet Sweetheart was supposed to serve.

They met Milo in a port, and didn’t originally realize who he was until after they had already gotten close with him.

Sweetheart was planning on telling Milo the truth, when they accidentally lead him into a small group of Navy soldiers who happen to be in the same port.

The soldiers believe that Sweetheart is turning in Milo, so they try to collect him from them.

Milo realizes what’s happening, and feels betrayed, but Sweetheart never wanted this to happen, so they help Milo escape, and once they’re free, they explain everything while they patch up his wounds.

But also like. Imagine. A couple. Sword fighting. Together. As a team. <3

I have a lot of feelings about pirates.

Also I’m 1000% going to write out some of these. I already have some for Asher written out. I may make it a series. Idk. just. Pirates man.

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penmansparadise · 3 years ago

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Henry Creel ~ Always

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Henry Creel x Fem!Reader with powers

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse. Mentions of blood. Mild language.

a/n: This was requested from my Wattpad. I really enjoyed writing this one, and as you can see, I got a little carried away lol. You all have to let me know if you want me to make these things shorter because this is like the third story that is over 4k words. Let me know, y'all because I can reel it in if you want me to. Anyway, although the mentions of abuse are very minimal, I always have to say my little rant. If you are dealing with abuse or know someone who is in an abusive situation, please find help. No one deserves to be treated like that, and no one should have to be in that situation. I am always available if anyone needs to talk. My next post will be a Steve Harrington request from my Tumblr, so be ready for that one! Thank you all for the support. You have no idea how much it means to me that you all read my stuff. You all are amazing!!!

Your life wasn’t normal. It never has been. When you were only a little girl, your parents offered you up to Dr. Martin Brenner in exchange for a large sum of money. Your parents had known for a long time that you were special. Your powers started out small. You would fall and get a skinned knee, and within seconds it would be healed. But they soon grew to something much bigger when you healed a baby bird that was on its last breath. Your parents didn’t know what to do with you until they saw an advertisement about a place for special children. They promised you that it wouldn’t be for long. That it was for a good cause, and they would see you again. But that was a lie.

When you got to Dr. Brenner’s laboratory, you quickly learned that he didn’t take you to help with the “greater good of the world.” Instead, you were his lab rat. On day one, Dr. Brenner strapped you down to a chair and tattooed the number 000 on your left forearm. He took all your belongings that your parents packed for you and replaced them with a hospital gown and white flats. He completely stripped you of your identity without even a single shred of remorse. Day two was when training started. Dr. Brenner would hook you up to several wires and put a weird contraption on your head. He kept telling you to concentrate and focus on the task at hand, but you could never deliver. This went on for weeks before he started to get angry. Soon his calm demeanor grew to something more sinister. Whenever he took you to train, he would get physical with you, grabbing and shaking you. He would scream at you because you could never do what he wanted. Then when he had enough of your failures, he would toss you against the wall and walk out of the room, leaving your crying and battered body for the orderlies to deal with. Every night you would go back to your room, sit on your bed, and heal your wounds as you cried. You never let Dr. Brenner know that you were special and that you did have powers. You knew that he was a bad man, and you didn’t want him to use you for his experiments.

So, for months it was just you and your daily torment sessions with Dr. Brenner. Then, one day, he walked in with a little boy around the same age as you. The boy was tall for his age and had slicked brown hair. In the beginning, you didn’t interact with him. In the Rainbow Room, you would just sit alone and watch him. You watched the way he carried himself as if he wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything. As if being in a lab instead of his home was nothing out of the ordinary. You watched how happy Dr. Brenner was when he realized the boy had powers. He would spend hours training with the boy and would always be pleased when he was finished. You thought that since this boy had arrived, maybe Dr. Brenner would leave you alone. He didn’t need you anymore because there was a new pet to play with. But that wasn’t the case. Instead of leaving you alone, he would push you even harder than before. When you couldn’t do what the boy could do, Dr. Brenner would get even angrier than previously and hit you and throw you around, screaming at you to do better.

One night after a particularly rough training session, you were in your room healing yourself when the white walls of your room melted away. You looked around, and what used to be your plain room was replaced with the most beautiful beach you had ever seen. The ceiling was a bright blue cloudless expanse that seemed to go on for miles. You threw your legs over the edge of your bed, and when they touched the ground, they were welcomed by the warmth of the grainy sand. The sound of waves washing up on the shore took the place of the quiet hum of the air vent. You moved toward the water and bent down, dipping your fingertips in the cold liquid. You thought you were going crazy. Only moments ago, you were sitting in the tiny room you were assigned when you first arrived. But you didn’t care how you got to the beach. You never wanted to leave. A small smile spread across your lips as you shut your eyes and took in a long inhale, allowing the salty sea water to fill your lungs. When you exhaled, you opened your eyes and realized you weren’t alone. Just off to your left was the boy, and you froze. He just stared at you for a beat before finally speaking.

“I see the way he treats you,” he said as he began walking toward you.

For someone so young, he carried himself with so much confidence.

“Did you do this?” You asked when he finally reached you.

He nodded, and you let out a little sigh. You knew that he could move things with his mind, but you didn’t know that he could also conjure up images in someone else’s mind.

“Why?”

“Because,” he began, toeing at the sand, “you deserve to be happy.”

Your heart jumped in your chest as you stared into his blue eyes. You could feel your hands getting clammy as your nerves started to get the better of you. But the boy wasn’t fazed.

“I’m Henry,” he said, holding his hand out.

You looked at his outreached palm before taking it in yours and shaking it.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Why do you let him treat you like that?” He asked, releasing your hand.

You shrugged and gave a dry laugh.

“I don’t really have a say in how he treats me.”

Although you had resigned to your fate, it was still upsetting when you thought about it. But Henry didn’t seem as upset. Instead, his stare was hard, and his fists were balled at his sides.

“I can stop your pain, Y/N.”

Henry said the statement like it was fact, and you were taken aback just slightly at how matter of fact he sounded. But before you could say anything about it, Dr. Brenner’s voice echoed off the water like he was galaxies away. Both you and Henry turned toward the sound before Henry turned back to you and took your hands in his. His deep blue eyes stared into yours, and he said, “It’s you and me, Y/N. Always. Remember that, okay?”

He didn’t give you a chance to retort before he ran off, causing the beach to melt back into your room. That was the day you and Henry became friends. It was also the day you realized you would do anything to be around him. You liked the way your heart leaped in your chest when he was near. You liked the way Henry somehow made you laugh after Dr. Brenner’s hands made you feel anything but happy. So, you were more than excited when Henry made it a habit to sneak into your room late at night. And this habit carried into your teenage years.

Henry would visit you and use his powers to take you somewhere new every night. One time he conjured up the Eiffel Tower. Another night it was Rome, then the Taj Mahal. He took you everywhere he could remember from his World Almanac. It was during those nightly visits when all his walls were down, and it was just the two of you, that your feelings for him grew. You never wanted your middle-of-the-night rendezvous to end and wanted to be around him all the time. It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were absolutely in love with that boy and would do anything for him. On the day Dr. Brenner implanted Soteria into Henry’s neck, he rushed to your room in tears. It was the first time you ever saw him truly broken. He fell into your arms and sobbed for what felt like hours.

“What happened?” You had asked.

Henry pulled back from your chest and looked at you, hopeless.

“Dr. Brenner took away my most important power.”

“Which one?”

His bottom lip quivered, and a small whimper fell from his lips.

“The one that makes you happy.”

At that moment, you didn’t understand what he was talking about. But you realized what he meant when he stopped creating images during his nightly visits. But his ineptitude in using his powers didn’t stop you from loving him, because it wasn’t his ability to conjure up the seven wonders of the world that made you happy. It was him.

As the years went by, more children with telekinetic powers joined you and Henry at the lab. You and Henry got older, and soon Dr. Brenner stopped training with the two of you, making you two orderlies instead. Even as adults, there was still no way to escape Dr. Brenner. So, you found your purpose in protecting the children he experimented on, healing them whenever he pushed them too hard.

You ran your hands over the all-white uniform Dr. Brenner issued all his orderlies when your door opened, and Henry slid inside. He walked over to your bed, plopping down like it was his. You let out a little laugh as you looked at him through the mirror mounted on your wall.

“What? You don’t knock anymore?”

He folded his arms behind his head.

“Not when I’m not supposed to be here.”

You shook your head and turned around, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Then why are you sitting on my bed if you’re not supposed to be here?”

“Because,” he said, giving you a playful grin, ��I had to see you.”

You took slow steps toward him, taking in all of his features as he lay on your bed.

“You couldn’t wait until tonight?” You asked when you finally made it to the side of your bed.

He just shook his head and said, “Nope,” popping the “P” sound.

You chuckled as you moved across the room to gather the things you’d need for the day. Henry sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees.

“Where does Brenner have you working today?”

The question came out with venom and malice, and you didn’t even have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes. You ignored it, turned to him, held up a hairnet, and scrunched your nose.

“Kitchen duty.”

Henry stood with a devilish grin that he only got when he was up to no good.

“Why don’t you come with me instead?” He asked and raised his eyebrows. “I’ll be with the kids in the Rainbow Room.”

Your shoulders slumped, and you let out a sigh.

“Henry, I can’t. We both know what Brenner will do if he catches me somewhere I’m not supposed to be.”

Henry rolled his eyes again at the mention of Dr. Brenner.

“Come on,” he said, closing the gap between the two of you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Brenner’s schedule is like clockwork. I’ll make sure you’re in the kitchen before he even walks into the Rainbow Room.”

With Henry so close, your stomach did about fifteen somersaults. His hands caressed your lower back a little, and he gave you his sweetest smile. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to be so close, but it still made your heart nearly stop whenever it happened. You looked at him and his brows raised again before you finally heaved a huge sigh and said, “Fine.”

Henry’s smile grew even wider as he released you from his hold and led you to the Rainbow Room. By the time you entered, the children were already inside playing. Some of the older children were huddled in the corner. They had been there long enough that you could see the warmth in their eyes had disappeared. The younger children, on the other hand, still maintained their childlike wonder. At least for now. When you entered the room, Henry wandered off toward Eleven, a young girl with whom he had been spending an increasing amount of time, and you found Sixteen. He was one of the youngest among the children, but you enjoyed spending time with him the most.

The little boy was excited to see you when you took a seat next to him. He was playing with one of the wooden puzzles. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Henry sitting on the floor next to Eleven at the Plinko game. You turned to look at him only to find his eyes were already on you. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips, and you looked down. Even the smallest interaction as such sent your heart racing. When you looked back up, you watched as Henry interacted with Eleven. He was so gentle with the children, which was only one of the many things that continued to attract you to him.

“Are you and Mr. Henry in love?” Sixteen asked loudly.

You could see Henry’s back straighten before he turned just enough for you to see a smirk playing on his lips. You turned to Sixteen, who was staring at you, waiting for your answer.

“Uh,” you began, rubbing the back of your neck, “why would you ask that, Sixteen?”

The little boy regained playing with his puzzle as he spoke.

“Because you’re always looking at one another. And he smiles at you a lot.”

You snuck a glance in Henry’s direction and could see the blush that was slowly spreading across his cheeks before fully turning your attention back to the little boy.

“Does he now?”

“Yeah,” Sixteen said brightly, “I see him do it all the time.”

He stopped playing with his puzzle, leaned closer to you, and whispered, “He’s doing it now.”

You turned only to be met with Henry’s crystalline eyes. You knew he could hear your and Sixteen’s conversation by the way he was beaming at you. Butterflies tickled your insides, and you bit your bottom lip as a way to contain the smile that was fighting to spread across your face.

“And what would you think if Mr. Henry and I were in love?”

The little boy shrugged.

“I don’t know. He’s nice, so I like him.”

You peeked over your shoulder at Henry again before saying, “Yeah, I like him too, Sixteen.”

You watched Sixteen put puzzle after puzzle together when suddenly the door swung open. When you looked up, Dr. Brenner was walking into the room. His eyes landed on you immediately, and his lips pulled into a tight line. You turned to Henry, who was looking from his watch to Dr. Brenner, a frown forming on his face. That’s when you realized. Dr. Brenner was early. His schedule wasn’t as concrete as Henry had thought. All the children jumped up and lined up on either side of his looming figure. But you didn’t move from your seat, and Dr. Brenner’s cold stare never left yours.

“Good morning, children.”

“Good morning, Papa,” they all said in unison.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Good, Papa.”

His eyes narrowed at you.

“Good,” he said before finally moving his focus to one of the children. “Twelve, would you mind opening the door? Mr. David will be taking you all to the training room.”

His stare moved back to you, and you sunk a little in your chair.

“I will be joining you all shortly. There is something I have to take care of first.”

The orderly David started walking, and all the children followed until it was only you,

Brenner, and Henry in the Rainbow Room. But Dr. Brenner didn’t seem to notice Henry was still sitting by the Plinko game as he approached you. There was nowhere for you to go. So, you just sat there, frozen in place, until Dr. Brenner’s cold hand grabbed your arm, yanking you to your feet.

“I thought I assigned you to the kitchen,” he said through gritted teeth.

Your eyes were wide, and you could feel your hands starting to tremble as Dr. Brenner’s grip tightened around your arm.

“You did,” you said, voice wobbling just slightly.

Dr. Brenner pulled you closer and growled, “Then why are you in here?”

“I-I,” you began as you tried to look anywhere but his irate stare. But Brenner’s face was so close to yours that he was all you could see. You let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know.”

Brenner dipped his head, and you were finally able to see Henry. His smile was gone. In its place was a scowl as he stared at Brenner’s hand on your arm. Then Henry disappeared behind Dr. Brenner’s head again.

“You know what happens when you don’t follow the rules, Y/N,” Dr. Brenner hissed.

A small sob fell from your lips as Dr. Brenner started dragging you toward the door.

“No,” you begged, “please, it won’t happen again.”

But your pleas weren’t received by Dr. Brenner. You tried to dig your feet into the ground, but it didn’t stop him. You knew exactly what was going to happen. You had seen it happen to several people in the past. Brenner would stand over you while he had one of his lackeys beat you senseless while the other tased you. You pulled against him, but it was no use. His grip was too tight. But just before you got to the door, Henry stood up, gaining Brenner’s attention.

“It was my idea,” he said.

Brenner’s brow creased, and his hold on your arm loosened.

“What?”

“I told Y/N to come here with me instead of going to the kitchen.”

“Henry,” you begged, and when his eyes flashed to yours, you mouthed, “What are you doing?”

He just stood a little taller, squaring his shoulders, and looked at Brenner.

“I take full responsibility, and I’m ready to face the consequences.”

Brenner’s fingers tightened around your arm for a second before he tossed you to the side. You toppled to the floor, and when you looked up, Brenner was towering over you.

“You got lucky this time,” he said before waving for two of the other orderlies to seize Henry.

Your stomach dropped as you watched the two men each grab one of Henry’s arms and haul him out of the room. Moments after they had exited, another orderly was sent in to escort you back to your room. But, when you got there, you didn’t relax. How could you when you knew that Brenner was practically torturing Henry as a form of sick punishment? The hours felt like years as you waited for Henry to sneak into your room like he did every night. But when he didn’t show up, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You cracked your door open, made sure the hallway was empty, then hurried off toward Henry’s room.

You were familiar with the path to him. It wasn’t the first time you had snuck out before. You padded down several hallways before you finally came upon his room. You opened the door just wide enough for you to slide inside, then shut it. The room was lit only by the tiny illumination from a nightlight plugged into the wall. At first, you weren’t even sure if he was in the room with you, but when your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw his balled-up figure on his bed. He was curled in the fetal position and not moving. You took a small step forward.

“Henry?”

You waited for him to respond, but the only answer you got was silence. Just when you thought he may not even be breathing, he sniffled, and your heart clenched in your chest at the sound. From where you stood, you couldn’t tell the extent of his injuries, so you cautiously approached Henry’s bed. When you finally got a clear look at him, you gasped. His shirt, which used to be white, was burned in several spots and smeared with blood. In the muted light, you thought you saw his body shaking, and could feel your heart shatter. The once confident man was gone and replaced with someone you couldn’t recognize. Someone who was defeated and frightened. You reached out to touch him but stopped short, afraid that if you even grazed his delicate skin, he would fall apart.

“Henry,” you whispered, his name sounding like thunder in the silence.

You reached out again, and this time you let your fingertips touch his arm. When they made contact, he flinched, causing you to retract. Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched him sit up, wincing with each deliberate movement. When he was fully upright, you got a good look at his face. His beautiful porcelain skin was littered with cuts and bruises that did not belong there. You had to bite back the sadness and anger that was trying to claw its way out of you. Henry leaned against the wall and huffed.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he said, his voice hoarse.

But it was as bad as it looked. Henry’s eyes were swollen, and there was dry blood all over his face. He couldn’t even move without being in pain. Your blood was boiling, and although you tried to control yourself, you couldn’t.

“No?” You snapped before pointing at his distressed shirt. “Take off your shirt.”

Henry froze for a second, then shook his head and tried to wave you off.

“Really,” he said, hissing as he readjusted himself, “I’m fine, Y/N.”

You plopped down in front of him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I wasn’t asking,” you muttered before undoing the last button and throwing his shirt over his shoulders.

When the thin fabric was removed, you sucked in a short breath, your hand shooting to your mouth. His body was defaced. A blend of colors from red to black to blue decorated his torso. He was covered with marks that looked like they came from a wild beast rather than the hands of men. Just looking at him, you could feel your heart breaking. He was in this condition because of you. Your mouth opened and closed several times before you could finally form words. You peeled your eyes away from his wounded body and shook your head.

“Why did you say that it was your idea earlier? Why did you take the blame?” You looked at his face, your voice gaining strength as anger and guilt built inside you. “I made the decision to go with you. This,” you motioned toward his abdomen, “this should have never happened to you.”

“But it should have happened to you?” Henry questioned, his words sharp.

You looked at him befuddled.

“Yes, Henry.”

He pushed himself off the wall, moving a little closer toward you, and scoffed.

“No. I did what needed to be done.” He dipped his head and ran a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if Brenner did this to you.”

You let your eyes fall back to his chest. The cuts and gashes stood stark against his pale skin, and you couldn’t stand to see the man you loved in pain any longer.

“Let me heal you,” you stated.

Henry lifted his head to look at you again. In the darkness, his sharp features looked much softer. In that light, he wasn’t a man who had been scorned. No, he was the young boy you fell in love with all over again. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he just held your gaze, so you nodded.

“Let me heal you, Henry.”

His throat bobbled a little before he said, “Okay.”

You reached forward until you were touching his bare skin. Goosebumps pricked his skin at your touch. Your fingertips brushed over his abdomen, tracing every inch of him until you flattened your palm over his heart. You shut your eyes and exhaled slowly. Even through your closed eyelids, you could see your hand glowing a wonderful candescent yellow. The power emitting from you whirled around you and Henry. A wind that wasn’t present before you started healing him picked up. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that your powers were working on him. One by one, you could feel his wounds healing. Finally, when the last lesion was closed up, you opened your eyes but didn’t remove your hand from Henry’s bare chest. He was staring at you, an unclear emotion dancing in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You bit your bottom lip, then swallowed your feelings down and nodded.

“Of course,” you said, reluctantly pulling your hand back to your lap. “You know I’ll always be here if anything ever happens to you.”

“I know.”

You didn’t look back at Henry. Instead, your eyes were glued to your hands wringing in your lap. You and Henry had spent many nights together, but there was something different about this one. All your feelings started an assault on your brain that you desperately tried to control. But, when you finally looked back at Henry, your defenses fell. His eyes, blue like the rarest sapphires, completely captivated you, and you knew you couldn’t hide anymore. “Henry,” you began but stopped when the fear bubbling in your stomach started to creep up your throat.

He leaned toward you even more than before.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

Your lips parted as you stared at him until you had the strength to go on.

“You always say it’s you and me. Ever since you got here, it’s always been you and me. Well, when Brenner took you today, I-I got scared because” you took in a shaky breath, “because I thought he was going to kill you. And judging by the extent of your wounds, he was just shy of doing it.” You started to fidget with Henry’s sheets, needing a way to release the nervous energy that was steadily building inside you.

“But I don’t want to be without you,” you began. “I can’t. I want to get out of here with you. I want to go visit all those places you used to show me when we were younger.”

Your cheeks were wet, and you didn’t know when you started to cry, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

“I want to experience life and freedom,” you said, throwing your arms in the air and heaving a huge sigh. “And I want to do it all with you because I love you, Henry.”

You dropped your head, the tiny droplets on your cheeks dropping onto the bed. Your mind was reeling. You thought you made a mistake until Henry cupped your cheeks and lifted your face. His thumbs wiped away the wet streaks on your cheeks, and his lips pulled into a smile.

“I love you too, Y/N. And I promise I will end your pain here. We will get out of here.”

His words were sincere. His thumb glided over your cheek again.

“It’s you and me, baby. Always.”

You nodded.

“Always.”

Then, Henry pulled your lips onto his with fervor. Your eyes shot open wide for a split second before you melted into the kiss. It was delicate but also frantic. Like it was the first and last time you’d ever be able to feel his lips against yours. It was passionate and untamed. Your fingers tangled in his hair as one of his hands slid to the back of your neck, and the other found your thigh. His fingers dug into your skin, and you knew you’d never be able to get that feeling out of your head. When he finally pulled back, you wanted to grab Henry’s face and reconnect your lips with his. You didn’t need oxygen anymore. All you wanted to do was breathe him in. You looked at Henry’s dilated pupils, and you could tell he wanted nothing more than to do the same thing you wanted. He lay back onto his bed and moved the comforter back, leaving as much space for you as possible. You didn’t even have to think about it as you crawled next to him. His arms curled around you, pulling you into his chest. The warmth of his bare chest on your back emanated throughout your body like you had just drank a fresh cup of hot chocolate. You knew you should have gotten up and gone back to your room. You knew that if Brenner caught the two of you together, it wouldn’t only be Henry who got punished. But you didn’t care. Even though the risk of getting caught was real, you trusted Henry. He would never let anything happen to you. So, instead of leaving, you leaned even closer to Henry and shut your eyes. To hell with Brenner.

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Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess.

Hey guys! This is my Second Story! Took me FOREVER to figure out when and where to start it. But I do hope you enjoy It. Once I got the hang of it, it was so much fun to put together. Enjoy 🖤🤍

**I do not give permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Strong Vulgar Language , Violence , Blood , Racism , Monsters , Death , Grief , Mentions of Loss .

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Geralt) x African American Woman(Phoenix-POV)

Description: Phoenix tries to continue to live in the shadows until she comes across an unfortunate event. Where she’ll also meet a new friend.

Word Count: 7.0K

Chapter 1: Her Majesty

'Harder! Push! Strike! Push! Strike!-' The sounds of steel clinked together with the sound of Phoenix's grunts. 'GRRRR-AHH!' she exclaimed as she swung her blade tiredly at Levy's head. He ducked just in time, and before she could bring her tired arms up to swing again, he pushed her back. 'Uhh!' Thud. Phoenix's eyes looked up at Levy with great anger. She scrambled over to her sword but before she could grab it, he had already had his foot on the blade. Grunting, she tugged on the handle as she tried to pull it from beneath his weight. 'Let go!' She exclaimed with an annoyed tone.

'Get Up,' He'd demanded with a deep, and dark voice.

'I don't wanna! You can't make me!' She pouted and sat up on her bottom and crossed her legs together, folding her little arms across her chest. The large male snatched her up by her arm and placed her on her feet. 'YOU WON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND MOPE AROUND WHEN YOUR KINGDOM IS BEING RAIDED! YOU WON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND MOPE AROUND WHEN YOU'RE FACING DEATH IN THE BATTLEFIELD!'

The young girl looked up at the knight, the pain from her arm was completely masked out by the fear she felt in this moment. His eyes were green like jade and he had a nasty scar over his left eye. His hair thick with curls and was bright blonde. So blonde that it was almost platinum. He was a huge man, which it was no wonder why he was the King's Golden Knight.

Phoenix let out a small whimper as she looked up into his eyes. 'L-Levy...' And he violently pushed her arm away and stepped off of the sword. The princess whimpered and rubbed the spot where his fingers squeezed into her flesh. 'You have no idea how good you have it child,' He huffed and walked over to the weapons rack and placed his sword down on the table so it could be resharpened by the blacksmith later. 'You never had to witness a gruesome sight as watching those around you drop. You'll never understand the pain of watching your friends die so young. Thus,' He turned around and walked back towards her. 'Is why I am trying to teach you as best as I can. You don't learn by being a spoiled brat and half assing your lessons...' He stood there, arms folded across his chest. 'I didn't mean to be so angry. You know I would die protecting you princess. But you have to trust me. You aren't like your mother, you have fight. You weren't bred to just sit up in a castle and look pretty all day princess. A Queen rules, even when it's time for her to risk her life for the safety of her kingdom. Do you understand?'

'Y-yes sir.' She murmured out as she put her hands behind her back.

'Good. Pick up your sword, place it next to mine and pick up the wood. You'll be using those for the rest of the day.'

'Aw but Levy!?'

'No buts! Go.' He argued back and walked over to his chair and sat down in it.

***

Phoenix was sitting beneath a large Oak tree, falling in and out of sleep as the children laughed and played by the lake. They weren't her own children no, but when you do something nice for someone, specifically, orphaned children, they tend to follow. It was a set of twins; Nika and Noel. Both of them had hair so dark, it was like staring into a black abyss. They had bright purple eyes, pointy ears and pale white skin. Phoenix thought they were angels at one point until she caught Noel playing with her mini hand blade and he'd cut his little hand.

'AHHHHH!' The little girl screamed happily and ran from her brother. The sudden screech caused her to gasp loudly, sitting up and quickly reaching over for the handle of her sword. Her brown eyes studied the area to make sure they weren't in any danger. She stood up quickly; still slightly delusional from her lack of sleep. 'NOEL! NIKA!?' The children stopped dead in their tracks. She jogged over to them, 'Are you hurt children?!' She asked before stabbing her sword into the dry dirt.

'No mama.' Noel said softly.

'We were just playing!' And Nika chimed in.

'Hmmm,' she said before her eyes did a scan of the area once again. Nothing seem out of the ordinary at the time. But with her luck, someone was always on her heels. 'What have I told you about that word child? I'm not your mother.' Phoenix said with a gentle sigh and got down to their heights. 'Well, you are the only mama we know. You feed us, clean us, make sure we aren't sick...' Noel stared at her with a slight bit of challenge in his eyes. 'What else would you be then?' She looked away from him then to his sister who had her little hands on her hips, with the look of approval spread across her face. Noel had a point. Damn, to be little beings, they sure did have a big brain in their heads.

She took a deep breath and looked down at the grass between them. Not knowing what to say or, not really wanting to say anything at all about this subject, she looked back up at them with a gentle smile and stood up. 'Come on, you two must be hungry and I have to get some fire wood before nightfall.' She rubbed both of their heads, ruffling their hair and turned around to retrieve her sword.

The children stayed on her heels, occasionally making the attempt to match their little feet in her tracks as they walked in the market. The three of them got glares for various of reasons. She was a curvy black woman with curly thick hair, who stood at 5'6 and walked around confidently with a sword on her hip. And unfortunately, if you didn't look like the folks in this village, you were automatically ostracized. Not to mention she had these small children on her tail that clearly looked anything but human.

When Phoenix felt them lagging behind, she swiftly turned around and spotted them purposely jumping in the mud, splashing it all over the place with their feet. She clenched her jaw as a growl rumbled in her throat. Taking just a few long strides, she reached them and grabbed them both by their hands. 'Let's go!' She kept her head down, hidden by her hood. She knew that she was being watched by not only these people, but really they were the least of her problems.

She walked into a pub with the children's hand's in her grasp. Her eyes scanned the room for familiar faces and even potential danger. The folks in the bar had seem to stop what they were doing and stare back at her in an unsettling silence. 'No children allowed! This is a pub, not a brothel for a brown whore and her elven bastards.'

The pub rumbled with laughter and suddenly she felt something she had never felt before. She'd felt anger, disgust, annoyance, but this was deeper than those things. Perhaps they were all in one. Embarrassment. To take away from that uncomfortable feeling that settled within the pits of her, she looked down at Nika and then Noel. And the look on their faces, caused her heart to ache. They did not know her to stand down or take shit from anybody. But the odds were not in her favor this time.

So, she just lifted her head and approached the bar as the sounds of their little feet pattered against the wooden flooring. The innkeeper pressed his lips together and his features darkened, 'I said no children aloud.' Phoenix glared at him and let go of their small hands. 'I have coin. I just want to feed the children. Once they're full then we will be on our way.' Her voice was calm, nothing but pure sincereness behind it. After all, that's all she cared about.

'I said. No. Shite, you're deaf too?!' he chuckled and looked down as he begun to bust the wooden bar top. Now she was angry. Her hands shook and twitched- so tempted to grab her hand knife and plunge it deep into his throat. But her thoughts were bombarded by a booming voice. 'AW HELL,' The innkeeper quickly lifted his head to find the man who spoke against him. But when he saw him, his features quickly softened. 'Let the woman feed those children! What's a bird to ya'? A few pounds off your heavy arse?' And the room echoed with laughter. 'R-right away m'lord.' He gave him a quick bow and scurried off to the back.

The children turned around, and they stared up at the male in disbelief. 'Mama?! Mama, look! It's a knight!' Nila boasted as she tugged at her index finger. Phoenix turned around to look at the child, 'Girl, I told you to stop-' But her curiosity got the best of her, her peripheral was able to make out the shape of the man. He was tall, wore gold and red steel armor with a large dragon on his chest. It was her Kingdom's emblem. Something she hadn't seen in ages.

'Miss?'

She finally turned her head to look up at him. And by the Gods, she had never been so terrified in her life.

***

The girl was staring along the foggy lake with a gentle smile on her face. She was feeling content and happy with life. Tomorrow would be the day that she would start preparing for her duties as Queen and she had to take a few moments to relax as she would probably never get this again. But her mood was quickly diminished when her long time friend had finally spoke up.

'I'm leaving for the war tomorrow.' Fredrick said as he carved into his apple. She snapped her head to look at him, 'You're what? On my birthday?!' It didn't matter that he'd been around for the part 17 birthdays, this one was the most important one to her. Fredrick sat in silence with his head hung. 'Your father?! What does he have to say about this?!' She asked as she grabbed her dress and stood up to her feet.

'Well, other than the fact that he's the one sending me- hmm,' he let out a humorless chuckle, 'He didn't say much really.'

The princess looked down at him with tears in her eyes. She knew how wars went. What it took to win them. And the way this war was being handled, well it wasn't looking great for her future throne. Her mouth fell open gently, as she felt the heat in her neck travel quickly to her face. 'No-You can't go out there Fredrick! You're only 18! You're only a child! You'll die out there!' Her voice cracked as she watched him stand to his feet. His face held no emotion, and it made her heart shatter. 'You're not going to say anything?!' This was more deeper for her. Their friendship went deeper than any friendship that she'd had. She was in love with him.

'What can I say Phoenix. I've been pleading with him for weeks about it. Begging him to just a least allow me to stay on your birthday. But they need me.'

Phoenix's pinkened and slight swollen eyes grew slightly at the news, 'Wait, you knew that you were leaving?! And didn't bother to tell me until the last minute Fredrick?! You thought this would spare me of my heartache?! That I would just simply congratulate you and send you on your inevitable journey?!'

Fredrick placed his blade and his apple on the marble bench after taking a deep breath, 'I didn't think of it like that Phoenix. I was just too busy trying to spend as much time with you as possible!'

Phoenix let out an annoyed whine and turned her back to face him. Her hands rest on top of her hips as she tried to pull herself together. 'Phoenix,' She looked up at the cloudy sky that was somewhat blocked by tree branches, and its leaves. She could hear the crunching of the grass behind her as if he was approaching her. Then his hands gently gripped at her arms and slowly turned her around to face him.

'Princess,' The boy said in a flirtatious tone. 'You know I hate to see you distraught. If you can, please find it in your heart to forgive me.' He said as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss upon her knuckles.

She looked away, trying to hide the smile that was fighting to curl on her full lips. 'And if I don't forgive you?' she asked as her head fell to the side. 'Then I'd just have to simply make up for it then.' She smiled softly, and he matched it before slowly leaning in for a kiss.

Before their lips could meet in a kiss, a dreadful sound echoed throughout the Kingdom. A sound that she was so unprepared for. Phoenix gasped, gently pushing Fredrick away and lifted her dress. They both knew what it had meant. And their feet took off towards the castle before their minds could even process what was going on. The bells had tolled.

The King was dead.

***

It was like a ghost was standing before her. Her eyes grew double their size and she quickly grabbed the children's hands in hers once again.

'Phoenix.' he said softly, with a gentle smile on his face.

He hadn't changed a bit! His hair was still long, bright ginger and kept their thick curls. His deep blue eyes roamed over her body as if she had been a work of art. He had gotten much bigger, over the past 2 decades. If it wasn't for her family's crest, there was no way she'd be able to recognize him.

'children,' she stared at him now with her face relaxed, 'We must go now.' And she quickly walked past him with the little ones dragging behind her.

'Phoenix!' she heard him call out. When they made it outside, everyone once again, stopped what they were doing and turned their attention towards her and the twins. She kept walking, fast as she possibly could with Nila and Noel until she grew impatient and scooped them up in her arms. And once again, 'Phoenix!'

She could hear the sound of his metal clinking together, and shifting as his feet crashed into the mud; jogging behind her. Before he could place his hand on her shoulder to spin her around, she turned around to face him. 'That’s not my name! Don’t call me that!' Her brown eyes were clouded with sadness and rage. All these years, he didn't try to contact her? Everyone had heard that the princess was still alive. Which was why the King had put a bounty on her head. ‘What is it Knight?! Come to turn me in? Is that what we’re doing?! Fine! But allow me to find these children somewhere safe to sleep!’ Her voice was rugged; clearly she was a mess.

Fredrick was startled by her behavior. She still had that fight in her, so bold and that protective nature. He looked around as the village folk turned their attention towards them, clueless as to really who the woman and those children were. ‘Phoenix… no one here knows who you are alright? If they had, your head would’ve been on a pike by now. Please, I know it’s been some time but allow me to explain…’ he stared into her golden brown eyes with sincerity and held his hand out towards her. ‘I still only want what’s best for you Phoenix. Just— allow me to explain my side of the story.’

She glared up at him, for a long moment before looking around once. He was right. Sure, she was a very skilled fighter, but if these people figured out who she was, what kind of reward they’d receive for her, they would’ve ripped her apart within seconds. They already looked like they wanted to kill her, this just would’ve made it legal.

—The children were stuffing their faces with a hen and potatoes as the four of them sat at a table in that very same pub. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of them, even though they were eating, she couldn’t help but worry about them. Or was it because she had nothing really to say to Fredrick.

He stared at her, trying to penetrate that brick wall that was put up over the years. She hadn’t changed; not to him anyway. She still had the same captivating brown eyes, full perfect lips, curls that bounced vigorously with her every movement, and skin that would radiate and glisten like bronze in the sun. There had been plenty of nights that he’d dream of meeting her again, and now that he wad finally here… now that he promised to explain what happened— he didn’t know what to say. ‘I—‘

‘If these people find out who I am, these children will die right along with you. Why did you decide to even follow me.’ Living a life of paranoia, was really the only thing that kept her and those children alive. It wasn’t a way to live, especially not for them.

Fredrick let out a gentle sigh and pressed his lips together, ‘I’m aware of that your grace.’

Wow, she hadn’t been called that in quite some time. ‘Don’t call me that—‘ she looked towards the window , ‘I’m nobody’s princess. Not anymore. No one’s Queen, no one’s lady. Just a fugitive.’ She reached over and grabbed her mug that was filled with water. ‘Anyway, you said you wanted to talk— so talk.’

The Knight glared at her in disbelief. Her attitude hadn’t changed either, and that alone caused a smirk to form on his lips. ‘You know you haven’t changed. You’ve aged well.’

‘Hmph.’

‘I’m serious. The last time I’d seen you, you were—‘

*** ‘Fath—?!’ The two burst into her father’s chambers to find him on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood. ‘PAPA!!!’ She exclaimed and ran over to the corpse and pulled him up into her arms. The princess sobbed uncontrollably, her words inaudible as she rocked back and forward. She’d gotten blood all over her dress, arms and hands. ‘Dad! Dad please come back!’ She sobbed as she shook him.

‘Phoenix—‘ Fredrick said as he tried to reach out for her, but she swung her arm at him not wanting to be touched. He felt horrible about all of this. King Stephen may have not been his father, but he was one of the father figures in his life and this was a great loss for the people that knew him personally, and for their kingdom. He turned around when he heard quick footsteps, along with the familiar sound of metal clinking.

Queen Silvia was accompanied by a few of the royal guards and she clearly looked distraught. She placed her hand on her large rounded belly and pointed at the princess. ‘Th—there! There she is! I saw her do it!’ Phoenix was still holding her father in her arms, completely shutting the world out around her.

‘Wha— pardon your majesty but, she was down at the lake with me. There’s no possible way she could have killed the king.’ Sure he was her alibi, but when the Queen challenged him, ‘And what were you doing with my step daughter at the lake?!’ Fredrick just shut his mouth. He couldn’t tell her that they’d been doing this for weeks and on occasions would kiss. The princess was promised to a Prince just North of here. So he thought it was only best to keep his mouth shut.

Queen Silvia waddled over to him quickly as she held her dress. ‘You be careful who you protect boy! It could get you killed!’ She glared down at him with her wet, glowing pink eyes. Even though he knew the Queen was wrong and bat shit out of her mind, he didn’t dare challenge her. So his head fell, ‘Yes, your majesty.’ He said softly with his fingers laced together. She backed away and looked over at the sobbing girl on the floor. ‘Take her away. She must be dealt with accordingly.’

The knights approached the Princess but before they could grab her she let out a blood curdling scream that caused everyone’s in their ears to bleed. Everyone groaned in pain as they placed their hands over their heads to shield out the noise. Even as powerful and magical the queen was, even she covered her ears and fell to her knees. When Phoenix realized what was going on, she’d scrambled to her feet, grabbed her dress ran out of the King’s bedroom.

‘That was the last time I’ve ever saw you… That night, the war came and I was taken right with it. I spent the rest of the day looking for you P.'

'As well as the rest of the kingdom.' She scoffed and shrugged her shoulders. She finally turned her head to look at him.

Fredrick sighed heavily and he looked around before he leaned in, 'You just won't let that go now will you?' He said in a whisper. 'You've been gone for 20 years aren't you use to this shit by now?!'

Phoenix's face folded up into a hard scowl as she leaned in as well, 'Let it go? Let it go!? My father was murdered and they pointed their finger on me. And you- you didn't even bother to stick up for me. Knowing how much that wretched bitch hated my soul because I was the true heir. She took that away from me.' she hissed before she took another sip of her water. There wasn't a single moment where she didn't think about that day. Her father. Her legacy. It drove her insane some days. She would go into crying fits and swing her sword at trees to keep herself from killing someone. And some nights she wouldn't even sleep.

The knight took a deep breath and sat back in his seat, looking to the corner of the bar to see the group of his men still chit chatting, 'Well then why won't you go take it back?'

She leaned over, whispering once again, ‘Are you fucking crazy? If anyone hears you mention anything about treason they won’t hesitate to cut you down.’ She sighed, shaking her head. ‘And I’ve thought about it. But going in there could get me killed.’ Phoenix sat back against her seat once again, looking off to the side.

Fredrick took a deep breath, she was right. The Kingdom that she had grew up in was now formidable and stronger than when her father was King. If anybody had recognized who she was, they would stop at nothing to kill her. ‘So what are you going to do? Continue to live in the shadows?’

‘I’ve been doing it for 20 years. I’m sure I can do it until I’m dead.’

‘That’s no way to live P—‘

‘Well it’s living… nonetheless.’ She raised a brow.

If there’s one thing Fredrick knew about his friend, he knew that she was stubborn. She always thought it was her way, or no way at all. He folded his arms across his chest, as his eyes narrowed at her. ‘You’re surviving… listen Phoenix. You can run and hide all you want. But eventually, you will run out of places. Your past will come bite you in your ass—‘ he stood up from his seat and looked down at her. ‘You are the true heir. Take back your throne. I will back you up in this I promise.’ He reached over in his pouch and pulled out an amulet. It was gold and red with a ram’s head engraved in it, with the name “Delphi” engraved at the bottom. A family heirloom. He looked at it in his large palm for a moment before placing it in front of her.

Phoenix’s eyebrows tugged together with disbelief and shock. She picked it up; admiring it’s beauty. Just as she had remembered. ‘Fredrick I can’t take this. This is yours, — your father’s I can’t—‘

‘I insist. If you ever need help— somehow, someway— I’m always here.’ He gave her a gentle smile before looking at the children once more and then back at her. ‘Take care princess.’ And then he walked back over to his men.

***

The children were sleeping soundly next to the fire, while she sat beneath that very same Oak tree. She continued to study the amulet that he had given her. You are the true heir. I will back you up on this, I promise. She let out a soft sigh before closing her hand, holding it tightly within her grasp. Fredrick was right. Though she was a badass swordsman and handled herself well in pretty sticky situations— she was catching up with age. She was running out of time and places to sleep. And with the way the world was going, it was a surprise she was able to keep her and those children safe.

Phoenix was awakened by a cool breeze. She shivered and rolled over, pulling the skinned buck over her body. Then she’d noticed there was no longer any heat. Her eyes flashed open and she sat up. The firewood glowed bright Orange and smoke rose from it. She placed her hand on the warm wood, and it was moist. Someone had put it out. ‘Chil-‘ she looked up and their little cots were empty. Her heart broke in her chest. ‘Oh Gods.’ She scrambled to her feet and without thinking, ‘NILA!? NOEL?!’ Thank god for the moon, she wouldn’t have known where to begin in the pitch blackness.

She ran around that field in a frenzy, listening for giggles and whispering but nothing. ‘CHILDREN?!?!’ She let out a scream, so loud that it shook the trees and the birds flocked away from them. She put her hands on her head as she felt her stomach begin to twist and turn with sickness. Her world felt like it was spinning, and she threw up. Falling to her hands and knees, she heaved until she emptied all of the contents in her stomach.

When she was unable to throw up anymore, she sat back on her legs and her head fell back. She looked up at the moon as she tried to calm down. Knowing that her being a frantic crying mess, would not help her find those babies. Finally, she heard the sound of paper flapping in the wind. Phoenix looked ahead to see a rock sitting on top of a paper. She felt a shred of hope over come her. Quickly picking herself up, she rushed over to the rock. She’d pushed the rock to the side and picked up the paper. It read:

Princess Phoenix of Kingdom Jedajél,

We are aware of your presence and we have those wee children you love so much. Surrender and Meet us in the village from once you’ve came. The children will not be harmed.

Commander Zacariah Richard the 3rd of Kingdom Jedajél

‘GRRRRR!’ She crushed the paper in her hand and walked back over to their camp and wrapped her holster on her hip, placing her sword in it along with her dagger. As she was adjusting her weapons, she could hear a howl in the wood behind her. The very same woods she had to walk through to get to the village. Her heart sank in fear a bit, but she would stop at nothing to get to her babies. She walked over to a dying tree and picked up a small branch. Using the flint that she had in her pouch, she lit the cloth that was soaked in ale and wrapped around the wood.

She could hear the terrors of the night as she carefully walked through the wood. She followed a path that was specifically made for merchants as the sign had said it would get them to the village faster than the regular trail. So she’d taken that, and bit it would be something she had regret.

Phoenix held the torch in her hand, looking back every once in a while to see if anything was following her. Her travels went unseen or so she had thought, for some time. That was until she heard the sound of twigs snapping and heavy panting. It sounded nothing of a human, it was rugged and hungry. She’d turn around towards the darkness, looking for the source of the sound and nothing. She had thought maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her. She was already emotionally unstable at the moment so maybe it was the lack of sleep and the fear of something happening to the babies getting the best of her.

That was until she came across a wrecked stage coach. She swallowed her spit and crept over to it, where she found one horse still attached to the reins and with its insides torn out. Phoenix had seen plenty over things before, but she had never seen anything such as this. It was a pretty large vehicle, so where’s the other horse?

On a regular day she would have tried to investigate but she was pressed on time. So she quickly turned away to continue on the path when she ran into something large. She stared at its chest, and it was nowhere near human. It’s flesh was gray, and so hairy. A growl rumbled in the beasts chest and it caused Phoenix to look up in fear. The beast looked down at her, shoulders moving up and down gently as it breathe. A werewolf.

She slowly took a step backwards, keeping her eyes on it as it had kept its monstrous yellow eyes on her. That was until she had stepped on a twig. That had seem to piss it off. It released a roar, a roar so frightful that it caused Phoenix to fall back on her rump. She had seem most monsters, but she had always thought this was just a bunch of bullshit. But how sharp and long it’s canines were, this was no fiction tale.

Suddenly the beast begun to charge, she scrambled to her feet; picking up her torch and tried to make a run for it. But the beast managed to swipe her and it sent her flying against a tree, releasing the torch in the process. ‘URRGH!’ She exclaimed as she fell to the ground on her front side. ‘Uhhhhh,’ she groaned in pain as she pulled herself up from the ground. She stood in a bit of a slouch, as her back felt like it had been snapped in half with how hard she hit that tree. ‘Alright—‘ she huffed, and grabbed her silver sword by its handle. ‘That’s how you want to play? Bring it.’ And she pulled out her weapon.

The beast had let out another roar before it charged at her with all fours and as soon as it leaped to attack her, she threw up her left hand and bright, hot flames exuded from her palm. The werewolf whimpered in pain as the flames engulfed its body. It rolled around, howling in pain and whimpering. While it’s walls were down, she crept behind it and stabbed it right in its heart. ‘GAH!’ She exclaimed as she pushed the silver sword so deep within him, it came out through the other side. The beast let out an excruciating howl which caused her to cover her ears and fall to her knees. ‘Ahh!’ She whimpered and looked up at the creature as it took its very last breath.

When she was sure, the beast was dead, she retrieved her sword and weakly, painfully , started back on her journey.

The moon was still high in the sky with no sign of dawn. This had to be the worst night of her fucking life. She limped into the village, with her hand on her hip. She was sure it was dislocated. But the pain had subsided when she heard the cries of Noel & Nila. ‘Mama! Mama!’ They sobbed as the men held them on their shoulders.

Relieved but tiredly, ‘Nika, Noel. I’m so glad you’re safe!’

‘Princess!’

Phoenix’s head snapped over to the tall lean, blonde haired male, who had walked in front of the group of men. He wore almost the same armor that Fredrick wore. ‘I am Commander Zacariah Richard. I hereby ask you to surrender. We have to take you into our custody.’

‘I will not. You let those children go first and then you can do what ever it is that you want to do with me.’

‘You don’t get to call the shots here Princess. You surrender first,’ then he looked back, giving one of the village men a simple nod before they pulled out small blades and pressed them towards their little throats.

‘DON’T YOU DARE LAY ANOTHER FINGER ON THEM!’ There they were again. Her emotions getting the best of her.

The commander smirked, ‘They did say you were fiesty yes.’ He chuckled and glared at her. ‘You have til the count of 5 your highness… or these sweet little Elf children will have their throats ripped out of their necks. 1…2…’

Phoenix tried to quickly come up with a plan, but the look of fear on the children’s face overshadowed all of that. She had put their lives in danger plenty of times before… she couldn’t do this again. ‘3…4…what’s it going to be princess—‘

‘Wait… fine. I surrender.’ She unhooked her holster and dropped it in front of her. The commander had seem to be enjoying this. But the princess wasn’t a fool. She always had something up her sleeve.

The two men who had the children in their grasp had pushed them away and approached her. She smirked deviously when they stood behind her.

The commander’s head fell to the side in confusion, ‘Is there something humorous Princess?’

‘You all don’t know how bad you’ve fucked up.’ She cackled before she opened her palm and it revealed a hidden blade. She had quickly stabbed one in the jugular and the other right in his eye.

The men in the village seem to be startled as well the Commander. His eyes grew in fear and a bit of disgust. ‘RUN!’ She exclaimed to the children and they took off without question.

The Commander looked behind him, ‘AFTER THEM! BRING ME THEIR HEADS!’

The woman quickly scooped up her sword and dagger. She was about to chase them down but Commander Zacariah grabbed her by her hoodie and yanked her back. Accidentally dropping her sword, she raised her dagger, spinner around and cut his face, attempting to slit his throat.

‘ARGH!’ He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, holding his face. She quickly retrieved her sword as the men begun to surround her. Phoenix watched as he pulled his hand away from his face. She smirked with great pride, ‘You aren’t so pretty anymore now Commander Richard.’ He glared at her with anger, and pulled out his sword, ‘UGGGGHHHHH YOU WHORE!’ He exclaimed and charged at her.

With a simple duck as he swung his heavy sword at her head, she held her leg out and watched him trip over it. And it was like that fueled the men’s anger. It was like they couldn’t stand a woman kicking a man’s ass. So they attacked her. She blocked and parried every attack with the best of her ability. Cutting off heads, slicing open abdomens, and stabbing through anyone that came her way.

Phoenix was covered in blood and it was safe to say that her adrenaline had ran out because now she was starting to feel that pain from the werewolf attack again. ‘Mmm!’ She whimpered and tried to stand up straight.

‘Grrrr!’

She turned around quickly to see Commander Zacariah bringing his sword, getting ready to swing at her. ‘AHHHH!’ He exclaimed in rage. Phoenix put her hands up in defense, as she was too tired to fight any more. But his moment was short lived when a sword pierced through his chest. Blood pooled in his mouth and poured down his lips and then his chin. When the blade was yanked from his chest, he fell to his knees and her eyes followed him.

‘We—‘ he coughed as he placed his hand over his wound. ‘We— will… find you… there’s no—no place you can hide..’ he’d begun to laugh hysterically. And it actually scared her, but his laughing was cut when a sword swung at his neck. The body fell forward limply and his head rolled.

‘Hmm.’

She looked up to see her savior. And when she saw him, her mouth slightly opened. She had only heard tales of these beings. But this particular one, was legendary in his own way. This night would make a great bedtime story for the children.

His hair was white as snow and stringy as if he hadn’t washed it in days. His eyes shined in the darkness, blazing bright gold like the sun. He wore a silver amulet around his neck with a wolf on it. And that only confirmed what he was.

‘Witcher.’ She murmured. It was truly a honor. When she was just a young girl, she admired them. She loved reading and hearing about them. They had inspired her to want to be a swordsman. She didn’t know whether to bow or hug him. ‘Y—you’re the White Wolf! You’re Geralt of Rivia!’

‘And you’re just a woman… a woman whose on wanted posters all over the continent… a woman who also dropped these men like flies…’

She rolled her eyes before she heard the scream of Nika. ‘NIKA!’ She pushed past him and darted towards her children’s screams but Geralt didn’t hesitate to follow her.

She stopped when she saw the twins up in a tree, kicking away away from those horrible village men. She gritted her teeth as she felt her adrenaline pick back up once again. Phoenix took a step forward to attack but Geralt grabbed her wrist and shook his head. He’d given her a reassuring nod and walked over toward the men.

‘Come on leave the children alone.’ His voice was deep yet, soothing.

The two men looked back once they saw him, ‘Oh look. It’s a wee Witcher. The smallest one I’ve ever seen.’

‘Look you mutated cunt,’ one of the men walked up towards him and poked him in his chest, ‘Why don’t you take your brown whore over there and go fuck yourselves.’

The other man chimed in with goofy laughter until Phoenix grew fed up and pulled her dagger out and threw it. Hitting the laughing one right in his forehead. ‘Ah!’ The village man exclaimed as he watched his buddy fall to the ground. Phoenix stood up straight, dusting her arms off as she watched The white Haired Witcher speak with the last remaining man.

‘Pl-please Mr. Witcher sir! I-I was only trying to feed my family! I-I was paid good coin!’ He said as he held his hands together. He was begging.

‘Sell out. But it’s not me you have to worry about —‘ he awaited til Phoenix stood next to him. ‘That’ll be her.’ He jerked his head to the left gently with a soft shrug.

Phoenix’s eyes shown a darkness nobody had ever seen before. Anyone that harmed the ones she loved deserved the most merciless death known to men. And since she only cared for these children, loved, these children— she had nothing else if something happened to them. She grabbed the villager’s shirt and pressed him against that tree. ‘You run. You tell the village about me. You tell any man that comes looking for me that I will be waiting for him. I expect nothing less.’

‘Y—yes. Your majesty!’

She violently let him go. ‘No go. Before I change my mind!’ And the villager took off running.

Geralt’s eyebrows tugged together in confusion and then it finally clicked. Your majesty? She had his curiosity for sure, but now, she had this attention.

Phoenix looked up at the tree as the children carefully peaked down. ‘Come down my loves! I’m here!’ She took a deep breath before she could fell that sharp pain in her hips. She closed her eyes as a wince escaped her lips. She leaned on the tree to take some of the pressure off of her injury.

‘Phoenix?! Who’s that big scary man next to you?!’ Noel asked worrisome. Phoenix had looked back at Geralt as he seem to be lost in thought. ‘He’s a friend. Look, just come on down you too. Danger’s gone. We took care of it.’ She reassured him. ‘They won’t mess with us anymore!’

***

‘GRRRRR! FUCK!’ The woman exclaimed into a cloth as she felt a bunch of pressure then lots of pain when he forced her hip back into place with his hands. Though she was grateful that the pain was gone, she was not ready for the healing pains to begin. She took a deep breath and looked over at the once again, sleeping children. They must’ve been exhausted from the kind of night they had. And now the sky was beginning to glow light blue. ‘Alright—‘ she said as she stood up to her feet, looking down at him. ‘How much coin do I owe you?’ Everything came with a price. She remember from the books that Witcher’s were paid with every contract. Though, this wasn’t the typical contract— she felt obligated. He didn’t have to help her.

‘You owe me nothing.’ He said as he stood up. ‘But I do want answers.’ He folded his arms across his chest.

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general relationship hcs with the brothers!!

summary// how i interpret how they love you(gn! mc)

Lucifer

he gets softer, he tries not to show it in public or anywhere with peeping brothers trying to get dirt on his image

but he unwinds, theres tension in his shoulders and stance completely but you look at him and he just goes "ah. nice."

he definitely covers it up by correcting his posture and with a small cough but satan just gives him a look

he holds less venom until the problem children of the house make new big trouble

he requests you to join him in his study only when hes certain that you aren't busy or dealing with RAD work he feels bad interrupting

is secretly proud of himself for not bothering you

anyways likes inviting you to listen to his records with him and if you ask or are feeling bad will let you pick one of the records he bought you

if you have a favorite of his own he will play it consistently he memorizes the grooves of that vinyl

he hums it to get your attention just to catch your eyes y'know? small things like that keep him going until he's not as busy

Mammon

he's always at your rescue, trying to be close by like a support dog he wants to make sure youre feeling okay

loves answering questions for you but plays it off as an annoyance he wants you to not think he's as dumb as his brothers say

leaves little pieces of himself with you, jackets of his in your room, has a copy of his bathroom stuff sharing counter and shower space with yours

he doesn't mean to in a bad way but he snoops, looking for a shirt that would look totally super good on him why would you own whats clearly his huh? just wants to be reminded of you

he takes in as much as he can, his eyes dart over everything in your room learning its place for different items, piecing together how things are you

it affects his greed bc now he picks up stuff that reminds him of you even simple stuff like you mentioned you needed a shelf? -oh god be damned he bought a set of them in your favorite color because they were on his mind

learns your mannerisms, has a major thing about mirroring you. he even starts laughing a bit more like you when your gone like he's filling your space

Leviathan

MC would you pretty please match icons with me *the pointy finger emotes*

adores finding characters that act like you and ones that act like him, it makes him ship pairings he may have not cared for previously bc subconsciously... those are you two

he would change your contact to henry with one of the cute face emoticons and some hearts but if someone like his brothers see it and mention it its just "mc normie 🧍‍♂️" for like a week during his recovery

he just wants to share what he likes with you!!!

he gets trusting with you believing you're safe to know about his interests and will info dump to you about his hyperfixations

and he equally wants to know about yours even if he already knows he will ask you questions to get you to share more and it makes him so happy he just melts at hearing you happy

and the fact it's just a special thing between you two? he's over the moon its such a flex that when his brothers try to steal you away they are too confused like you two are talking in code

Satan

he loves sharing space with you

as in he likes your company but he also likes that he can still read while you do something else because he gets to enjoy you and his studies of the moment

even if he doesn't share them depending on if he's ready to if it's really personal or for an event, he will write about you

sometimes they're poems, usually free-form unless hes feeling in a certain mood mainly so he doesn't have to worry about not using words he feels suit you but don't fit his rhythm scheme. sometimes they're full stories just rushed writings until he's not as full of love that its so overwhelming

this means its rushed with pen smearing from his hand having rested on the paper, words slanted and becoming cursive in order for his speed to be faster, he always writes in one sitting or will lose the motivation but its always based on you and how he feels about you that are his best pieces

you're his muse and shows it in how even if he's less physically attentive he does start to push into your small affections like holding his face or holding his hand, he leans into you like a cat taking a nap in the sun

Asmodeus

he asks you for your favorite kinds of affection, your least favorites, requests you all time, he wants to make you the most pleased the most comfortable so you enjoy the attention as much as he does

he also likes matching with you but in the way of clothes or doing your hair to match his or making kandi bracelets that have each other names or him wearing lipstick and you wearing a colored kiss pressed in sweet visible places. anywhere on your face is free game

he's a spot thief if anyone leaves you alone for a moment he's soaking up the attention, a hard believer of finders keepers. he likes filling spots he wants to help you feel complete, he wants to be there for you

real full love is hard for him, it's hard to believe in but after forming the pact he comes to terms that it's not just infatuation

talks with him will become more personal and deep instead talking about his brothers or just gossip to keep you updated though you of course still get it but its not a shield anymore if he's gonna be... bare with you he will do it fully

he starts saving objects like glass drink bottles or tickets or receipts from cute cafes, he loves photos especially of you but also of date scenery, of you with him even if its just your hands or your legs pressed against his while sitting. he likes the proof that you're real that you like him for real

Beelzebub

he makes sure you eat but only if you want to! humans eat so little are you sure you don't want dessert with him? you can share he can get an extra spoon

he tries to keep you safe even from yourself, he might be a little slow but he learns your tells if you give him time you chased off his nightmares so he has to do the same you deserve it

he enjoys simple intimacy like hugs and holding hands and stuff like that just for reminders but he also likes bumping into you just lightly he doesn't want you to fall but if you take an extra step after he has a small smile, rubbing against you with his head if his mouth is full or if talking is tough

will add some of your favorite foods to a list of his favorites because you're his favorite! he will also recommend stuff close to your favorites he looks out for them

he's another that enjoys your company going to you or a space thats full of you like your room just makes him feel more at ease, it's not uncommon for him to subconsciously just follow a few feet behind you while you're moving around

(this also leads to a slower set of footsteps following at an even further distance, its belphie following his mobile heating pads for sleeping if he could be bothered enough)

Belphegor

he's your new weighted blanket and youre the pillow it's a whole set, his complaints light hearted about his pillow moving so much when you give him small head pets

he includes you in schemes with satan deciding not to hide the truth like you again originally trying to make up his apology through his actions

he's very smart! he's fast on learning on how you're feeling depending on your body language or if he put his elbow in a bad spot while laying down

now know when asmo said that he(belphie) has the greatest smile you get that for free! sometimes you do have to pay the toll in naps or just pillowing him or doing something to make beel smile

his love is his trust, it's your trust, its proving himself not only to you but to his brothers and himself. you deserve the best and so he has to be that. his love is learning thats he's already earned yours in his regret and his growth

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