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[killerpancakeburger]

Running out of Soap wallpapers for my phone... a tragedy

[silver-lily-louise]

Licik - a Shadowhunters fanfic

In which Alec discovers he’s... not the biggest fan of snakes. A/N: ‘Licik’ is Malay for ‘cunning.’ Also, this fic is inspired by my cousin, who at around ten years old, didn’t know he was afraid of snakes - until he had one around his neck, at which point he promptly passed out. <3

~oOo~

Shortly after sending Camille to the Gard, Magnus makes another trip to India, and returns holding a medium-sized box covered by an ornately embroidered piece of red silk. ‘Question, Alexander,’ he says, before Alec even has a chance to say welcome back. The portal snaps shut behind him. ‘How do you feel about snakes?’

Alec frowns in confusion. ‘Snakes? I don’t know – to be honest, I don’t have a lot of experience with them.’ The penny drops, and he gives Magnus a suspicious look. ‘Why?’

In answer, Magnus removes the silk cover with a flourish, revealing a very large cobra slowly moving around a transparent carry-case. ‘This is Licik,’ he explains, smiling fondly down at the serpent. ‘He was a gift for Camille many years ago, and now that she isn’t around to take care of him, I felt I should.’ His eyes get a faraway, wistful look for a moment, and Alec isn’t jealous, per se – but one of these days, he really must ask Magnus what he saw in Camille, because Alec’s impression of her hadn’t exactly been relationship material. But the moment passes quickly, Magnus’ attention returning to the here and now. ‘He won’t have as much space here as at her mansion, of course, but I expect this apartment will still provide ample slithering room. Shall I introduce the two of you?’

‘Okay,’ Alec says, smiling at the way Magnus’ face lights up. He watches as Magnus slides back the lid of the carry-case, cooing a little as he gently lifts the snake out. ‘Wait,’ Alec says, some of his earlier confusion returning. ‘I thought you and Camille ended things a long time ago. How long do snakes live?’ ‘Oh, you’re right, an ordinary snake would surely have perished by now,’ Magnus explains, slowly advancing on Alec. ‘But I enchanted our friend here in various ways, one of which was bathing the egg for an entire lunar cycle in the stinging cells of Turritopsis dohrnii.’ At Alec’s uncomprehending stare, he clarifies, ‘The immortal jellyfish.’ Alec blinks. ‘There are immortal jellyfish?’ ‘Of course. You didn’t think we land-based creatures had a monopoly on eternity, did you?’ He chuckles. He’s right in front of Alec now, and the snake lifts its head towards the unfamiliar scent in curiosity, tongue flickering. ‘In any case, Licik here is unlikely to live forever, but I believe he has a good century in him yet – providing he’s well-cared for, of course.’ Magnus lifts the snake, hesitating just for a moment. ‘Oh – another thing. He breathes fire, but only a little, and rarely at anyone.’ Alec feels his eyes go wide, but he nods. Magnus slowly places the snake around his neck. ‘Okay. Say hello, you two.’

‘Hello, Licik,’ Alec responds – and if he wasn’t distracted by the way his heart was suddenly beating a little faster, he might feel silly for talking to a snake. ‘Wow, you’re a- you’re a big fella, aren’t you?’ He laughs a little, then clears his throat, not sure why his voice got all high-pitched there for a moment, and really, big fella? The snake pulls up its head towards him, and he gently redirects it. ‘Woah, easy there,’ he says, and there’s that nervous-sounding laughter again, and he tries to slow his breathing, tries not to picture the snake wrapping all the way around his throat, and how heavy is this thing anyway because the hand that’s holding its head is shaking-

The snake lets out a little puff of flames, and that’s it. ‘Nope, no no no nope- M-Magnus, Magnus, get it off of me-‘ His panicked babbling ceases as Magnus snaps his fingers, and the weight disappears from Alec’s neck. A quick glance confirms that the snake is back in its carry-case, the lid firmly shut, but Alec shivers and takes an involuntary step back anyway, almost tripping over the sofa. Magnus’ hand comes up to his shoulder as if to steady him, resting there gently. ‘All right, all right – it’s okay, he’s gone. Breathe, Alexander, okay?’

Alec does as he’s told, taking a deep breath in and letting it out in a whoosh. Now that the moment’s over, he can feel his cheeks starting to go red, and he looks away from Magnus’ half-amused, half-worried expression. ‘Okay. I’m okay.’ He stares at the floor, silently berating himself. He’s a Shadowhunter, for god’s sake; what’s he doing freaking out over a little reptile? A pet, no less? Okay, sure – a magic, part-immortal, fire-breathing pet. But still. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘You’ve nothing to be sorry for,’ Magnus says, a hint of mirth still in his gentle words. ‘I’m guessing that you aren’t the biggest fan of snakes, then?’ Alec shakes his head minutely, still not looking up – until Magnus gently places two fingers under his chin, raising his head up so their gazes meet. ‘Alexander,’ he says, and the amusement is gone, leaving only warmth. ‘Are you embarrassed?’ Alec knows his silence is as good as an answer, and Magnus’ face creases in sympathy and understanding. ‘My dear Alexander,’ he says patiently, teasingly. ‘You spend almost every day doing battle with things that most people dare not even dream of. Do you really think that I – or anyone else, for that matter – would think any less of you for finding one thing you’re afraid of?’

The words are reassuring in their logic and kindness, and Alec gives a half-smile in capitulation. ‘No. I guess not.’ ‘Exactly.’ Magnus leans in and gives him a soft peck on the lips, a glint of humour returning. ‘Actually, I think it’s kind of adorable.’

Alec’s smile spreads, and he reaches up to his shoulder to place his hand over Magnus’. ‘Okay. Point taken.’ His eyes stray to the snake again, and rather than fear, he feels a pang of regret. He doesn’t like the feeling that he’s ruining Magnus’ plans, especially since Magnus clearly cares about the snake. ‘So what are you going to do with him? If-‘ Alec takes another breath before continuing – ‘if you wanted to keep him, obviously, it’s your apartment. And I could probably get used to him,’ he says, hoping he sounds more confident of that than he feels.

Magnus laughs. ‘Ah, see? There’s that famous bravery I was talking about.’ He clasps his hands at the nape of Alec’s neck, and Alec returns the loose embrace, looping his arms around Magnus’ waist. ‘But no, I don’t think that will be necessary. I’d much rather have your company than Licik’s, and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable here. Perhaps I’ll ask Simon to take care of him,’ he says thoughtfully, but there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes. ‘He seemed quite fond of Licik when they met the other day.’

Alec leans in again, and they kiss for a little longer this time. ‘If you’re sure,’ he says, needing the confirmation, and Magnus nods. ‘Okay. Thank you.’

With a flick of the wrist, Magnus banishes the snake from the room. Alec never sees it again, and honestly, he’s kind of grateful for that.

~oOo~

[msjr0119]

Love, Fate, Destiny

Part 8- Lythikos

Riley Brooks is a waitress in a ‘Dive bar” in New York. One Saturday night, her past comes back to haunt her as some unfamiliar punters enter her bar on a bachelor party- one of them being someone who she was once close to.

Catch up on the series here

*CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY*

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******

“I’m Bastien, Prince Liam’s and King Constantine’s royal guard. It’s finally nice to put a beautiful face to the name. You’re all Drake’s ever spoken about all these years. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Drake’s eyes widened at his father figure- pleading for him not to elaborate. First Maxwell, now Bast- for fuck sake, he muttered- hoping no one could hear him.

“Oh... nice to meet you too.”

Bastien hugged Riley tight, eyeing her up and down. He was delighted by her presence and had hoped that Drake would never let her go again. To be honest he was annoyed by Drake’s melancholy attitude for the last few years. Bastien had offered to visit New York with him on many occasions when he was off duty- to help him restore his love life. However, Drake due to his stubbornness refused assuming she would have moved on- possibly be married, have children and possibly will have forgotten all about his existence.

“I think it’s time we all head back... we all have an early start in the morning with the court travelling to Lythikos. Olivia wouldn’t be too thrilled if we are all late.”

Liam could foresee how awkward this conversation would turn- thankfully the others agreed. Taking a steady walk back- Drake held Riley back.

“I’ll walk you to your room. I’m so sorry for tonight...”

“Why are you sorry?” Riley questioned- she enjoyed the walk down memory lane demolishing her favourite dessert, she couldn’t understand why he would be apologising.

“Max talking about us getting engaged... Bast informing you that all I did was talk about you- I did. But it’s embarrassing. I could never get you out of my mind no matter how much I tried.”

Drake avoided Riley’s gaze not wanting to view her reaction, he spoke about her everyday. Kiara was throwing herself at him constantly. Liam and Maxwell had taken him out on the ‘pull’ many times but he refused to acknowledge any women. He was nothing without Riley.

“Likewise, I just wish you would have reached out earlier. Not leaving it so many years. I guess I’ll see you at Lythikos then. Night Drake. I love you.”

Riley pecked him on the cheek, holding him tightly. It killed her having to leave him every night. Due to the circumstances they couldn’t jeopardise anything for the sake of everyone involved.

“Wait! Why did you avoid the bit about being engaged?” Drake wondered. Did she ignore it because she never wanted to be married or because she may want it too in the future?

“Because Walker, that’s not you. You’re a grump. Not a sappy person- it took you seven years to buy me some flowers. I don’t think that you’re the marriage material. And I’m fine with that. I don’t know what the deal in Cordonia is regarding marriage- but in New York many people just live happily together. I mean look at Lo and Daniel- they aren’t engaged after all these years. Sorry I didn’t mean to mention them....”

“You don’t know what I want in life Riley, so please don’t try to think you do! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Drake stormed off into his room, slamming the door nearly taking it off its hinges. Feeling guilty that he hadn’t spoilt her in past, or showered her with gifts to prove how much he loved her. He was frustrated that she believed that he didn’t want to ever be married. Opening the drawer in his bedside table- he admired his grandmothers ring. The one he had told Maxwell he would have given to Riley. Looks like you will be here for eternity- the dust covering you, because my girl won’t ever want to wear you. I’m sorry Gran.

Closing the drawer gently, he laid back on his bed, placing his hands behind his head, sighing. Sitting up he poured himself a tumbler of whiskey- he noticed his phone light up.

Drake? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I don’t want us to argue. Please text me back. X

It’s fine!

Clearly it’s not fine.. please don’t blank me. If I said something wrong tell me and I’ll fix it. Please. I love you X

Brooks, it’s fine. Goodnight

No kisses. No love you. What am I even doing here?

******

Drake woke up the following morning- he hated Olivia and he hated Lythikos. He didn’t read the last text Riley had sent him- he decided to drink himself into oblivion instead and was now regretting how he acted. Shooting out of bed he headed straight to Riley’s room, not giving a shit at who saw him.

“Max? Where is she?” Drake demanded, if anyone knew where she would be it would be the person who was sponsoring her in this sham.

“I... I don’t know? All her things have gone.”

Drake’s heart sunk- thinking the last time they spoke it was a petty argument. The two men decided to scrutinise the palace searching for her.

******

Riley woke up in Hana’s bed after a spontaneous sleepover. She was grateful that Hana had let her stay. After explaining what had happened, Hana tried to comfort her friend. Hana had an inkling deep down that Drake wanted to propose and that Maxwell was testing the water. She obviously didn’t inform Riley of her suspicions with the state that she was in, when she knocked on the door in the early hours.

“Do you need me to let the Beaumont’s know where you are? You can come with me if you want- but I assume Max will want you to travel with him seen as though Bertrand isn’t going?”

“I’ll just come with you Hana, if you don’t mind. I’ll let Max know.”

Riley quickly text Maxwell, before beginning to pack for their short break to the coldest Duchy in the country.

Thank god you’re okay Blossom. 😘 Okay, we will meet you there. You ladies stay safe. Erm, Drake came to your room looking for you. What shall I say? 🤔 X

Nothing. He ignored my last text. He’s a stubborn mother fucker 😡..excuse my language. If he wants to talk he can talk to me later. 😞X

Okay, Little blossom. See you there- you’ll love it 🥶❄️ x

*******

Maxwell had informed Drake that Riley was safe and that she had just stayed with Hana. Drake slowly exhaled, he was now relieved that she hadn’t left them. His heartbeat slowly returned back to normal. Max felt guilty that he was the tip of the iceberg that had possibly caused this argument between the two lovers. Providing a soft smile to Drake, he pat him on shoulder- she would never leave us- leave you Drake. Travel with me to Olivia’s.

The men arrived at Lythikos, Maxwell was immediately scrutinising the area hoping to find his sponsor. Drake kept his head down- feeling like he had fucked up his chances with Riley again.

“Drake there she is. Wow! Look at Hana, she’s amazing!”

Drake looked towards the ice rink- of course Hana looked amazing, pirouetting on the ice gracefully. She is a very talented noble- even if she denied it. Then his gaze fixated on Riley, his beautiful Riley. Hana was attempting to teach her some tricks on the ice- Drake laughed at how terrible Riley was. He detested ice skating - but natural instinct told him to join them. Before he put one foot in front of the other- he noticed Liam catch Riley in his arms. Jealously shot through his heart, he needed to talk to her alone - he also knew she needed to keep up the facade.

“Max I’m going to head to the slopes, I’ll see you all up there when you hang your tutus up.” Drake said sarcastically, hoping Maxwell would assume that he was just ready to complete in ‘manly’ activities instead. In reality he was pining for Riley.

“Okay buddy.”

******

Liam noticed Riley stumble, and shot into action saving her as if he was superman. Helping her regain her balance, he stood frozen just admiring her beauty.

“I’m sorry Liam! I’m not as good as Hana, I’m such a klutz. Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome Lady Riley. Are you okay?”

“Yes! Why wouldn’t I be?” Riley said defensively assuming he would know about her domestic with Drake.

“I was just wondering that’s all. Have you seen Drake? I haven’t seen him yet.”

“NO! I mean, no I haven’t.” Riley snapped before concealing her anger. Sighing, she knew that Liam would be able to read her like an open book.

“Is everything okay between you two?”

Liam placed his finger under her chin, tilting it upwards- when their baby blues met he could tell by her expression that everything wasn’t as it seemed. After all, he had been brought up to read people’s expressions and body language. Cupping her cheek, she brushed him off immediately. Before gazing to the ice below them, her teeth biting her lower lip. Liam’s hands drifted on to her hips- he knew he was with Olivia but there was something about Riley that he couldn’t remove from his mind.

“Yes... I mean no... I don’t know....It’s fine.”

“What’s happened?”

Liam was curious and pulled her closer to his broad chest- unexpectedly his hands rubbed her back before holding her protectively- wanting to do more. She sunk into his warmth embrace appreciating that he caught her preventing her making a laughing stock out of herself, but now he was there to comfort her- to talk to her as a friend.

“I don’t really know. When we returned to the palace last night. He apologised for what had happened... then he asked why I didn’t mention about Maxwell’s question about getting engaged. I said to him that he wasn’t marriage material and that people are happy just being together. Then he told me to stop assuming what he wanted in life and stormed off. I text him and he just kept saying everything was fine... but it isn’t- he didn’t put any kisses at the end of the text like he usually does. He didn’t even say love you back... I’m sorry for the rant.”

“Sounds about right for Drake. Don’t worry about it. He would be a fool to let you go again. You’re amazing you know that? You are beautiful.”

Liam caressed her cheek, fixating his gaze on her. She is beautiful, what does she see in Drake? - he thought. This time she didn’t brush him away- he gently wiped her tears away that were falling slowly down her cheeks. For the first time she looked directly into his eyes, their breaths both becoming heavier. He knew she had no feelings towards him but he couldn’t resist - he couldn’t fight against his thoughts that were going through him. Moving closer to her, their foreheads were close to touching. He was now inches away from brushing her cherry buds. She was frozen, not knowing what to do or what was happening. Politely she removed his hands, she was with Drake. No matter how much her heart was fluttering at this moment in time.

“I should go... I need to talk to Maxwell. Thank you again for helping me.”

“Lady Riley? No need to thank me. And there are other options other than Drake.”

Riley ignored his smirk and wink, she knew exactly what he meant. The option she wanted was Drake Walker. If she couldn’t have that option- she would return immediately back to New York. Riley found Maxwell and apologised for her midnight flit. Gently smiling at her, he was just relieved that she was safe. Shortly after informing her that they were all heading up the slopes. When Riley and Maxwell eventually reached the top she couldn’t believe how breathtaking the view was.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Riley ignored Drake, she wasn’t a pushover. She wanted to talk the previous night- he chose not to. So it was her turn to be stubborn - turning her head she spoke to Maxwell instead.

“Fancy a race Max?”

“Sure thing...” Maxwell said hesitantly after noticing the awkward tension between Drake and Riley.

“Be careful Beaumont. She’s a cheater when it comes to races. She has cunning techniques...”

“I do not!” Riley turned towards Drake- folding her arms, scowling at him as if looks could kill. He was just smirking at her. She loved him but at times he irritated her so much that she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

“At least you responded to me. I’m sorry for last night. I’m a jerk. As always. I don’t deserve you. You wasn’t in the wrong for anything. It was all me. I let my emotions get to me.”

“Why? I don’t understand why a good night turned so sour?”

“When Max brought up the engagement thing... I ... I love you ... and I want....”

Before Drake could finish Maxwell pushed Riley down the slopes with him closely following. Drake shook his head in frustration, and quickly caught up to them whizzing straight past Liam and Olivia, spraying them with snow. Drake noticed that Riley and Maxwell were heading straight towards a large branch, attempting to get their attention there was no response. Riley noticed the branch too late- both her and Maxwell went flying over it somersaulting in sync. Drake caught up, to the two of them and immediately removed his skis.

“Ri are you hurt? Max?”

“I’m unscathed buddy. I’m like an ally cat- 9 lives and that...”

“I’m fine.” She said, her eyebrows furrowed whilst rubbing her left hand that was now in excruciating pain.

“You’re not fine. You’re hurt. Let me carry you into the chalet.”

“Touché Drake. Just like everything was fine with you last night but it wasn’t! I’m fine. Just don’t fuss over me. Please.”

“I’m going to fuss over you. You’re my girl, I love you. Please just let me carry you over to the chalet and get some ice for your hand.”

Riley huffed, as she knew she was fighting a losing battle. Drake effortlessly picked Riley up, cradling her. Hurrying to the chalet- he laid her gently on the couch, and immediately attended to her injury.

******

After seeing to Riley’s hand he lifted it up to his lips, kissing it ever so gently- hoping his touch would take away the pain. As he placed her hand back down, thoughts wondered what his grandmothers ring would look like on her finger. Sitting next to her he wrapped his strong arm around her shoulder pulling her into his warm embrace, gently rubbing her injured hand. She snuggled into his chest, holding on tightly to his denim jacket- hearing his heart beat ten to the dozen. Her stomach and heart fluttered as they just held each other- content in each other’s presence. His touch made her forget the argument, forget the pain after the fall and forget about how close Liam was to kissing her- his touch made the room feel warmer along with the fire that was burning.

“Thank you.” Riley broke the silence.

“What for?”

“For helping me, for just being you. I love you Drake.”

“I love you too. So much. Just slap me next time I behave like I did last night. Fancy sneaking out? There’s something I want to show you.” Mischief was in his eyes, his infamous smirk had returned.

“But what about Liv? She will kill us.” Drake saw fear in her eyes and laughed it off. Surely she wasn’t scared of Olivia. If she was Drake was by her side- her protector.

“Fuck her. I don’t like her. The feelings mutual.” Drake shrugged his shoulders, not really caring what Olivia thought- she would most likely be shacked up with Liam anyway.

******

Drake led her outside holding her protectively as they trudged through the snow. Eventually they arrived at the spot, in the middle of nowhere- he gestured her to lay on the floor next to him. Riley was hesitating at first - the floor was damp, cold and covered in snow- did he want her to get pneumonia? Putting his arm around her, that intoxicating touch made her less tense. She melted into him. The warmth from his body- made the cold night air non existent.

“M’lady, look upwards.”

Riley followed his instructions. As she looked up she saw the second breathtaking view that Lythikos offered, her jaw was agape from the shock at how something so simple could take her breath away. The stars scattered with shooting stars lighting up the sky.

“Drake, this is gorgeous!”

“Not as gorgeous as you. I used to stargaze with Savannah all the time when we was younger.”

“Have you heard from her yet?”

Riley knew briefly about Savannah, Drake had told her a story about how his little sister disappeared without letting anyone know- he never elaborated on the true events. Instead he just insisted that one day he would find her even if he died trying. Even though Riley felt sorry for Drake at the time, she couldn’t now as he did exactly the same to her.

“No. I let her down. I let you down. I feel useless that I couldn’t look after the two people who mean the most to me.”

“You didn’t let me down. I understand- but I thought we had a future together and you just left. If you had of reached out and told me the truth I’d have understood back then. We could have kept in touch.”

“I am so sorry. I’ve regretted my decision all these years. Hence why I spoke about you to Bastien and Liam all the time. I was hurt and I know you would have been too. On the slopes before... I wanted to confess something before Maxwell pushed you...”

Riley looked confused. Wondering what he needed to ‘confess’. Her mind was working overtime. Panicked, not knowing what it was. Did he see her and Liam on the ice rink? A lump formed in her throat. Her heartbeat increased. Impatiently waiting for Drake to continue she held his hand tight - hoping she was overthinking the situation.

“I... when we came to New York for Liam’s bachelor party. We took Liam to the Statue of Liberty. It was something that he has always wanted to do- I tried to convince him to do something else- but obviously he’s a Prince and it was his escape from all of this. I wasn’t myself- that place was the last time I saw you. Maxwell asked me what was on my mind... I.. I told him about you. I told him that you was the one for me- that I imagined having a future with you... that I wanted to give you my grandmothers engagement ring...”

Riley now realised the reasoning behind Maxwell’s ‘random’ question, and the reasoning behind Drake’s outburst last night. Feeling guilty about how she said he wasn’t marriage material, she didn’t know how to react. It all now made sense.

“Drake...”

“It’s fine Riley. I know where we stand. I’m just happy to have you in my life.”

“You... you want to marry me?” Reality had finally sunk in. This man adored her. He loved her. And she never realised. Maybe she should have made more effort to contact him all those years ago- rather than just blame him.

Drake stood up, helping Riley to stand too. Cupping her cheeks he stared into her baby blues. He needed to knock his strong walls down, pretend they didn’t exist and tell her exactly how he felt about her.

“Riley Brooks, when we was together I felt complete. I felt loved. I know we wasn’t together a long time- it felt right and things are worth the wait. The first kiss. The first time we slept together. Every moment was precious. It felt like we had been together for an eternity. I want a future with you. I never moved on from you. I couldn’t. I love you, and it’ll always be you. I do want to marry you. I want children with you. Call me crazy.... But I know what I want and I want you.”

[guiltypleasure-girl]

Just been sitting here, staring at the wall, feeling mesmerised and giddy and OH so warm and fuzzy and horny. You, my dear Cee, have blessed us all with a true Christmas miracle and it is just mwah *chefs kiss* - absolutely decadent, scrumptious, delectable and delicious - I am so well fed, so very full of cowboy festive cheer that I no longer need to celebrate on the 25th. Nothing can top this gift and if you don't mind, I shall proceed to lose my mind over it under the cut...

Dedicated to @guiltypleasure-girl who I’m so grateful to have made friends with this year and who, imho, draws the best Jack in all the lands. If you don’t already, follow her art page @guiltypleasure-art for the most gorgeous fanart. 

First of all, ma'am, how dare you be so DAMN SWEET TO ME!!! A Palomino Christmas dedicated to me?? I am still in disbelief!!!! I am so happy that this story was able to bring us together and if my Jack art is the best it is only because you provide me with such inspiring and beautiful imagery as source material. I would be nothing without you and your brilliant cowboy Jack! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Cee!! Truly the best gift ever! 🥹💖

The normally put together cowboy ambles around the place like a headless chicken, leaving a trail of half-completed tasks in his wake. Tequila, in uncharacteristic discretion, follows two steps behind.

Okay, right off the bat, I AM OBSESSED! God, you know our boy is in trouble when Tequila has more sense in his brain!! As much as I love a put-together, confident Jack, I ADORE a nervous, love-sick Jack. He just wants it all to go well and that means he really does care for you (a.k.a. love you) and for that reason I am already deceased - cause of death: fatal levels of yearning. 

Eggsy snickers. ‘Never thought I’d see the day. Ol’ cowboy Jack falls heads over heels for a bird -’ he screeches when the coffee-soaked rag hits him in the face, which sends Teak into hysterical laughter. ‘Oi! What the fuck, man!’

This whole section - what can I say? You've totally nailed the banter again! It was such a treat to see some interaction with the group and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the dynamic of teasing someone for being so obviously in love when it’s so out of character for them. I hereby deem you the master of banter (to be listed on your resume next to bulgetologist, of course). 

‘I know. I’ve missed you being here.’ He reaches over and pulls your gloved hand towards him, presses a kiss to the back. You want to shuck off the leather and cup his whiskered jawline in your palm, push the well-worn hat off and twine your fingers into his hair -

Stop. I can't handle any more yearning. I'm already deceased and now you are attacking me with softness and sexiness in my grave.

‘Why not The Holiday? It’s literally the perfect American-British movie,’ you pitch in, which launches another furious tirade of debate at your end of the table.

How did you know I just watched this last night?? Talk about an immersive reading experience!!! And, of course, I'd sit through any sort of dinner, no matter the level of chaos, if it meant sitting cozied up to a broad, sexy cowboy and giving him smooches. *eternal sigh*

Your gaze drops downwards, the tip of your index finger testing the weight of the solid sterling pendant in the shape of a flask, Statesman emblazoned in delicate lettering -

A much smaller but exact copy of his belt buckle.

Cee!! Seriously stop!!! I can't handle the cuteness I need to punch a wall omg!!!! The hat is perfect but the necklace is PERFECT with a cherry on top! There better be a cowboy in my bed ready to clasp a matching necklace around my neck on Christmas Eve or I riot!!

for the lack of a better expression - his prominent endowment hangs heavy at the apex of his strong thighs. Not that you’re trying to look, but you can see the very heft of him through the fabric.

The absolute pièce de résistance, the timeless Cee signature, a magnificent and instant blush-inducing bulge description. Thank you, my friend, I will never get this glorious image of snowsuit Jack out of my head (and you know what that means... whips out my ipad and furiously starts sketching). 

‘That’s it, you’re ridin’ me beautifully, darlin’,’ he growls into your ear, exhaling hot and heavy as he nips your collar bone. ‘Missed you so much.’

GOOD GAAAWWDDD I AM CONVULSING.

‘I won’t take it off, ever,’ you swear

No but I really wouldn't. I'm all for feminism but this man OWNS me.

‘Good,’ growls Jack, thrusting harder into you, making your breath stutter. ‘Keep me with you, darlin’ - always.’

You smile, fingers curled into his hair, stealing a tender moment as your noses bump and eyes meet with the easiest promise you will ever keep. ‘Always.’

BRILLIANT. SHOWSTOPPING. STANDING OVATION. I AM RUINED FOREVER AND I DON'T EVEN CARE.

Cee, this was truly a delight from start to finish and I can't thank you enough for bringing it into the world for all to enjoy. I never wanted it to end but at least I know there is more to come next year and I'm already giddy with excitement for what your brilliant mind will create!!!

A Palomino Christmas

Jack Daniels x f!reader

|| Palomino universe oneshot, out of chronological order as I haven't finished the series yet. Can be read as a stand-alone. ||

{ Fuck Yeah Holidays | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E

Summary: You spend Christmas at the ranch with Jack. You thought the present you got him was inspired until you see him wearing it - the cowboy way.

Inspired by snowsuit anon and this adorable post (and a super cute nickname for a pony) sent to me by @aynsleywalker.

Warnings: !Ski suit action!, drinking, mention of food, gratuitous descriptions of the male bulge body, dirty talk, safe unprotected sex, feelings so fluffy. These holiday fics are for fun, so not as *rigorously edited* as my regular stories, please forgive any mistakes or plot holes!

Word count: 4.5k

Dedicated to @guiltypleasure-girl who I'm so grateful to have made friends with this year and who, imho, draws the best Jack in all the lands. If you don't already, follow her art page @guiltypleasure-art for the most gorgeous fanart ❤️

It’s always busy in the Stateman’s main kitchen on Christmas morning. The smokey burn of firewood warms the cozy space as the radio blares holiday tunes. Poppy presides over the operations at the head of the table - everything is planned down to the T and everyone has a role.

On any other Christmas day, Jack would be her sous-chef, the one she relies on to keep everyone on schedule and in their place.

But alas, today is not any other Christmas day.

The normally put together cowboy ambles around the place like a headless chicken, leaving a trail of half-completed tasks in his wake. Tequila, in uncharacteristic discretion, follows two steps behind.

He turns off the tap that Jack’s left pouring into the already full kettle, draining the excess water and putting it on the boil.

There’s one slice of bread in the toaster, while another lies forgotten on the table, which Teak slides into the free slot and pushes down the lever.

Jack pulls a jar of pickles from the fridge unseeingly, putting it on the table and walking away in search of a mug under three sets of watching, worried eyes. Teak replaces it with his friend’s favourite strawberry jam without a word.

While the oblivious cowboy’s back is turned, Teak motions his hand and forth across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing nope emphatically at the occupants of the kitchen table.

On his cue, Poppy clears her throat and speaks up, ‘Jack, sweetie, why don’t you go check on the horses after your toast? The stable boys want to leave work early today after doing their morning rounds.’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he answers absent-mindedly, staring down into the empty mug in his grasp as if he’s lost his train of thought.

At that very moment, the toaster pops and Jack practically jumps out of his skin, stepping on Jameson’s paw where he’s lying on his rug in front of the fire, prompting an indignant yelp from the border collie and winces from around the table.

‘Sorry boy,’ he apologises and picks up his toast - burning his fingers - and stumbling over his feet to set his plate down. ‘Mornin’,’ he nods to the others without really registering who’s there.

Jack proceeds to butter his toast with such singular focus that he doesn’t notice when Tequila fills his still empty cup with coffee, only to knock it over immediately when a phone buzzes and his hand flies out to grab his. Ginger and Poppy trade concerned looks as he jumps onto his feet with another apology, snatching a tea towel to clean up the mess.

Eggsy, on potato peeling duty on the other side of the table, isn’t so diplomatic. ‘You’re jumpier than Bambi this morning, cowboy.’

Jack grunts noncommittally and chews on his toast, not rising to the bait.

‘Don’t be so nervous mate, we promise we’ll be on our best behaviour.’

Teak snorts from the kitchen counter where he’s making his PBJ. ‘I don’t know about England, but around these parts, lying on Christmas day is frowned upon.’

Eggsy replies high-handedly, ‘Can’t speak for you, Tequila, but I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

Ginger chuckles as Teak sits down at the table with his sandwich. ‘Ha! I’ll believe it when I see it.’

Jack points a forceful finger at the boys, one after the other. ‘I swear to the baby Jesus Christ, if you two don’t behave yourselves, there will be hell to pay.’

Eggsy snickers. ‘Never thought I’d see the day. Ol’ cowboy Jack falls heads over heels for a bird -’ he screeches when the coffee-soaked rag hits him in the face, which sends Teak into hysterical laughter. ‘Oi! What the fuck, man!’

Ignoring the ruckus, Jack dusts the crumbs from his hands and shrugs on his jacket, grabbing a thermos and filling it up with fresh coffee. With a hurried later, he strides out of the warmth of the kitchen and into the frigid morning air.

Thermos tucked under his arm, Jack rubs his palms together, warming his fingertips with his breath as snow crunches beneath his well-worn boots. The ranch is blanketed in thick snow, a picture-perfect postcard landscape as it is every Christmas. The morning mist has yet to burn off, but he can tell by the peek of blue through the clouds that it will be a fine day.

If your flight is on time, you should be on your way by now. He’d wanted to pick you up from the airport, but you insisted that there’s no point in him driving all the way there when you already know the way. Depending on the conditions, it shouldn’t be long until you arrive.

His list of chores isn’t long this morning - the stable boys will be on duty until lunchtime - but still, he wants to tick all the boxes before you get here. Striding into the heated stables, he says howdy to the grooms and whistles, smiling as dozens of faces appear at the doors, ears pointed forwards in attention, snickering and whinnying at him.

This never gets old.

‘Mornin’ ladies and gentlemen,’ he calls out, wandering down the stalls, rubbing a velvety nose here and pulling on a furry ear there. ‘Who’s ready to stretch their legs this fine mornin’, huh?’

Starting at the end of the stables, he unlatches Bourbon’s door and ushers him out of the stall, then crosses the aisle to let out Tanqueray, Champ’s elderly but still supremely poised Friesian, who clops leisurely towards the exit. Zig-zagging back and forth, Jack whistles, jostles and chats to the horses, all smartly dressed in warm rugs, as they file out down the corridor and into the courtyard for a bit of morning exercise while the stable boys mucked out their stalls.

‘No loitering, ma’am,’ says Jack sternly when Poppy’s mare, Pie, idles in the middle of the building. He gives her a firm pat on the rump to get her moving and whistles at one of the cheeky Shetland ponies who’s snuck into someone else’s stall. ‘Half-Pint! What did I say about stealing your friends’ treats? Shoo, now!’

The stables empty, the echoes of hooves on the concrete ground fading, with Scotch being one of the last to exit. Looping back to make sure there are no dilly-dalliers, Jack’s surprised to find the palomino, who would normally be leading the charge towards the grazing fields, still lingering at the barn doors.

‘Whatcha doin’, boy?’ he calls out.

Scotch tosses his head and steps to the side -

And you appear.

With the biggest grin, you run towards him and fly into his arms.

Your cheeks are wet, the spray of snow powder melting when it hits your skin. It drifts all around you as Scotch eats up the white ground, the thundering hooves muted by the soft cushion of the untouched, overnight snow. The mountain air is sweet and pure and stingingly cold, you can barely feel your face anymore - but it might just be from how hard you’ve been smiling.

You feel like you’re in the middle of a Christmas movie. The lush, green landscape you remember so well from your trip months ago is now all coated in wintry glory, but you still recognise the contours of the land and the mountains. It’s your first time in the saddle since - the whistle of the winds in your ear is a song you remember all the words to, the burn in your out-of-practice muscles all over a familiar old friend.

And you’re happy.

Slowing Scotch to an easy trot as you approach the end of the trail, your breath mists in front of your face as you look down over the ranch, a scene straight out of a classic snow globe, thin wisps of smoke drifting from the chimneys of the wooden lodges dotted across the property.

Gently manoeuvring the palomino to a halt and giving him a pat on the neck, you turn to smile at Jack as he walks up beside you on Whiskey. ‘I’ve missed this so much.’

‘Me too,’ he answers, warm eyes on you.

You give him a sidelong glance. ‘You’ve been here the whole time, cowboy.’

‘I know. I’ve missed you being here.’ He reaches over and pulls your gloved hand towards him, presses a kiss to the back. You want to shuck off the leather and cup his whiskered jawline in your palm, push the well-worn hat off and twine your fingers into his hair -

Later. There will be time for all that later, preferably in front of a roaring fireplace.

You break the moment with an eyebrow arched in a challenge. ‘Race you to the stables?’

Jack grins. ‘You’re on, darlin’.’

Christmas dinner is in the main lodge, which you didn’t use during your trip in the summer. The intimate space is exuberantly decorated in red and gold, a huge, freshly cut pine tree stands proudly by the antique fireplace, a merry fire burning. The table is beautifully laid, silverware immaculately polished and fine china sit alongside holidays-themed napkins. A magnificent feast lines the length of the mahogany dining table comfortably seating eight.

But any kind of decorum stops there.

As the hours tick by and bottles of wine and sherry are emptied, the meal has descended into what Jack warned you in advance as ‘typical Kingsman chaos’. According to the cowboy, the whole Kingsman team comes to the ranch every summer for their annual company retreat, but only Merlin, Eggsy and Harry fly over for Christmas. And while their contingent is small, havoc is an inevitable conclusion where any number of the Kingsman are involved.

Desserts are still being passed around the table - sticky toffee pudding, pecan pie and Yule log - when Teak and Eggsy start to raise their voices and slap the table about British and American Christmas songs. They’re currently yelling - not singing - carols at each other, with Jameson barking excitedly in the background.

Tequila throws his hands up in frustration at Eggsy’s rendition of Twelve Days of Christmas. ‘Why is there a partridge in a pear tree? What the fuck is a partridge?’

Champ and Merlin are having a more civilised but no less intense debate about pies - specifically mince pies versus pumpkin pie as a holiday dessert.

‘Next year, old chap,’ declares Merlin. ‘I’ll bring mince pies with me and you’ll be eating your words, just you wait.’

Jack whispers in your ear. ‘He says that every year, but never does.’

You chuckle and turn your attention to Harry, who’s now insisting that they should put Love Actually up on the big projector screen after dinner, whereas Ginger and Poppy are lobbying for Elf.

‘Why not The Holiday? It’s literally the perfect American-British movie,' you pitch in, which launches another furious tirade of debate at your end of the table.

Jack mumbles under his breath. ‘Because they’re idiots and pointless, festive arguing is a winter sport around here.’

His arm is warm around your shoulders as you giggle into your mulled wine. ‘Is it like this every year?’

‘Yup,’ he answers, really popping the P. With a mild touch of embarrassment, he holds your amused gaze and asks, ‘Too much?’

Tipping your face upwards, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

‘Just enough,�� you assure him as the corners of his eyes crinkle in the warmest smile.

You didn’t have time to drop off your suitcase at Jack’s cottage, which is a short drive from the ranch, when you arrived in the morning. Instead, with Champ’s blessing, you commandeered one of the guest cabins, all empty in the off-season - which is just as well. By the time midnight rolls around, it’s clear that no one is in any state to make their way back to their respective off-site houses.

Harry and the ladies retired to their borrowed rooms a little while ago, leaving you and Jack to round up the stragglers. You check on Teak, lying face down on the sofa, bundled up in his winter quilts in an aborted attempt to leave. A few steps over, you drape a blanket on Champ and another one on Merlin, who are passed out on armchairs which look comfortable enough to sleep in, socked feet up on matching ottomans. Eggsy is cuddling with Jameson in front of the fire, and Jack feeds the logs to make sure it burns till morning.

It’s bleak outside. Jack shields you from the worst of the winds, tucking you into his side as you trudge across the snow, the early start you’ve had catching up on you. Thankfully, the heating is already on in the cabin when you get there, and he starts a fire as well while you get ready for bed.

When you pad into the bedroom in your pyjamas, teeth brushed and makeup washed off, Jack looks up to see you holding a neatly-wrapped present, a shy smile on your lips.

Standing up from the fireplace, he dusts his hands and reaches for you, palms settling on the small of your back, leaning down to graze his still cold nose against yours. ‘Is that for me, darlin’?’

‘Maybe,’ you reply coyly. ‘Do you want to do presents now or tomorrow morning?’

‘Let’s do it now, I have to feed the horses early tomorrow,’ answers Jack, pecking you on the cheek. ‘Give me five minutes.’

The bed is cold, and you have to steel yourself to burrow into the icy cocoon of the thick covers, missing Jack’s warmth. He doesn’t make you wait long, re-appearing in just boxers, and a big box in hand, switching off all but the bedside lights.

Sliding under the duvet, he yelps when your icy feet tangle into his longer legs, making you laugh. His bare skin heats you up instantly as he wraps one arm around you and pulls you into his broad chest. You feel him hum when he asks, ‘You want to go first, darlin’?’

Blinking up at him, you answer nervously, ‘No - you first.’

He pushes the box your way and you sit up, pretending to shake the package to gauge what’s inside. Jack chuckles, his strong forearms dark against the beige quilt wrapped around his middle. Only his fingers give away his nerves, picking at loose threads in the fabric as you carefully unravel the wrapping paper.

Lifting the lid of the box, your lips part and you stare wordlessly at what’s inside.

‘Jack,’ you breathe. ‘It’s beautiful.’

Gently, you pull out the cowboy hat in tan suede, the smell of fresh leather comforting as you turn it over in your grasp, marvelling at the craftsmanship in the dips and swells of the construction.

‘Try it on, darlin’,’ he says, his shoulders relaxing in relief at your reaction.

You do, and of course, it fits perfectly. Shuffling onto your knees, you crawl closer to kiss him fully on the lips, tilting your head to the side so that his face fits under the brim of your hat. ‘Thank you, I love it.’

Jack arches an eyebrow. ‘You might want to check the box again, darlin’.’

Sitting back on your haunches, you send him an almost accusatory look. ‘You can’t give me two presents, cowboy.’

He shrugs with an insolent grin. ‘I’m a grown man, I’ll do what I like. ‘

Your eyes alight on the black velvet case at the bottom of the box, and you draw it out with careful fingers as if it will break. With one last glance at Jack, you gingerly lift the lid, feeling the hinges creak.

Jack watches you closely, his own breathing suspended as you stare down into your hands, thoughts whirring in his head. Is it too much, too soon? Is he comin’ on too strong? Would you even like it?

After the longest ten seconds of his life, you look up at him with soft eyes and brows drawn, a crack in your voice. ‘Jack.’

He gives you a lopsided smile and reaches for the box. ‘I went back to the same silversmith who made my belt buckle and asked him to make this.’

The chain is delicate in his big, weathered hands. It takes him a couple of tries, but he eventually manages to pry open the hinge of the clasp and holds out the necklace towards you in a question. ‘May I, darlin’?’

Turning around, the bed dips behind you as Jack shifts closer, cool silver kissing your décolletage as he fastens the clasp behind your neck. Your gaze drops downwards, the tip of your index finger testing the weight of the solid sterling pendant in the shape of a flask, Statesman emblazoned in delicate lettering -

A much smaller but exact copy of his belt buckle.

His words draw you out of your thoughts. ‘You like it?’

‘I love it,’ you correct him, twisting around to tackle him into the mattress, your knees around his waist as you loom over him, knocking off your hat so you can kiss him properly. ‘It’s perfect. Thank you.’

The pendant dangles from your neck, tickling him on the chin as he winds one big hand into your hair, his eyes following as it sways. ‘It looks good on you, darlin’.’

The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest starts to recede as your eyes land on the present you got for him on the bed. The giddiness you felt when you found it is a distant dream, instead, anxiety threatens to take root deep in your head. If you got something from Amazon tonight, is there any chance that they could deliver tomorrow -

‘Darlin’. You’re thinking too loudly,’ says Jack soothingly, chucking you gently under your chin. ‘What’s wrong?’

You shake your head. ‘I got you a really stupid present. Let’s forget about it - I’ll get you something else.’

His brows draw together in concern as he grabs your wrists and pulls you flush against his chest so that there’s nowhere else to look but at him. ‘Don’t say that, there’s no such thing as a stupid present. Whatever you got me, I’m sure I’ll love it.’

You inhale deeply, chewing your bottom lip. ‘You mentioned a few weeks ago that your leather jacket and fleeces are too bulky and it’s hard to move around in all the layers when it's cold.’

He nods encouragingly. ‘That I did.’

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you reach out and drag the package towards him. ‘Well, I saw this at my local shop, and thought it might help.’

Jack gives you a reassuring smile and leans back into the pillows, grabbing the present excitedly. He pulls you against his side, as if he’s trying to squeeze all the self-doubt out of you, the gift draped across your laps as he starts to unwrap it.

You’re a bundle of jitters when he rips off the wrapping paper with impatient fingers, and the lightweight and puffy blue fabric comes into view.

Jack shakes out the neatly folded one-piece. ‘Is it - a ski suit?’

You nod and point out the black contrasting detailing on the front of the suit. ‘It's light and it's warm. Look at the western design with the single point pockets - I couldn’t not get it for you.’

Jack chuckles, the sound warming you as his arm tightens around your shoulders. ‘Well, I’ll be damned. So simple, yet so clever.’

‘You like it?’ you ask in the smallest voice.

‘I love it,’ he grins, drawing you in for another kiss. ‘Thank you, darlin’.’

Finally assuaged, you sag against him, a yawn creeping up on you as the tension in your body recedes. ‘You want to try it on now?’

Tucking you in, he says, ‘I’ll try it tomorrow, it’s been a long day for you, darlin’.

Putting your hat and his ski suit on the bedside table, Jack turns off the light, his body immediately seeking out yours under the sheets, claiming every inch of you with a leg between your thighs, front plastered to your back, palms under your ratty pyjamas top, splayed across your naked skin.

It’s been too long.

Nose tucked behind your ear, his arms full of you - finally here after months of feeling your phantom weight in his embrace - the night slips away as the snow falls outside.

It’s too warm under the covers when you wake up, even though Jack’s side of the bed is empty. You stretch lazily, the clock reads 8am but the fire is still going strong, he must have stoked it when he got up.

You decide to make some coffee and wait for him to come back before venturing to the communal kitchen for breakfast. While the water boils, you smile as you fiddle with the necklace sitting on your chest, warm and reassuring against your skin.

The smell of caffeine fills the cabin as you sip from your mug, and before long, you hear Jack stomping up the stairs, humming a country tune in his raspy baritone as he approaches the door.

Pouring him a steaming cup, you say, ‘Hey, I made you some coffee -’

You trail off when you turn around.

Your morning brain can’t quite grasp the picture in front of you. Jack’s still wearing his cowboy hat, his nose red from the cold. Vaguely, you realise he’s wearing the present you gifted him - and you congratulate yourself on the fact that it fits him like a damn glove.

The ski suit accentuates his broad shoulders and tapers in at his waist in a flattering cut, the zipper drawn all the way up to the hollow of his throat. He’s replaced the detachable belt that came with the ski suit with his own, the flask bottle buckle popping against the blue.

But the bottom half - that you have trouble comprehending. It takes you a beat longer to realise why.

He’s wearing full-length cowboy chaps over it.

Chaps are essentially leather trousers with the seat cut out, and Jack's wearing them with his belt looped through the straps. You know he only uses them when it’s muddy, to keep his jeans clean. He didn’t wear them at all on your pack trip, but you’ve seen a peek on Facetime in the rainy months in between. And now that you're seeing them in person, you decide that like them - a lot.

Your gaze, slow as molasses despite being completely unburdened by shame, slides all the way down to the triangle of blue framed by the negative space in the brown chaps where - for the lack of a better expression - his prominent endowment hangs heavy at the apex of his strong thighs. Not that you’re trying to look, but you can see the very heft of him through the fabric.

Jesus H. Christ. It’s too fucking early to be sinning.

When Jack realises that you’re staring, he says somewhat apologetically, clearly oblivious to the merry tangent your mind has gone off on. ‘Sorry, I know I’m not meant to wear it this way, but I didn’t want to get it dirty -’

You shake your head hastily. ‘No, it’s not that. It’s - perfect.’

Something breathless in your tone catches his ear, and he tilts his head to the side, one large hand coming to rest on his hip, thick fingers spread obnoxiously wide over the side of the chaps. The beginning of a cocky smile lifts the corner of his mouth. ‘Yeah, darlin’? You like it?’

Leaving your mug on the counter top, you bite your lip and give him your best teasing grin. ‘Why don’t you turn around so I can take a better look, cowboy?’

He arches an eyebrow at your boldness, but decides to indulge you. Voice dropping an octave, he rasps, ‘Better take a seat for this, darlin’.’

You grin and do as you’re told, turning the kitchen chair around so that you’re facing him, running your eyes up and down his frame as he steps into your space, narrow hips swaying to a beat you can’t hear. Hooking his thumbs into his belt, he suddenly turns with a dramatic flourish and arches his back, granting you an unrivalled view of his behind framed by the chaps cut off at the top of his thighs, the ski suit tight against his pert bottom.

‘Enjoy the view, darlin’?’ he asks, grinning over his shoulder at you.

You swat him on one cheek playfully, and when he swoops suddenly into your lap in a classic burlesque move, you squeal, ‘Jack!’

Bending his knees, he grinds into your thighs as you laugh, the ski suit soft on your skin while the leather chaps scrape against your bare shins. Turning around, he reaches up to tug the suit’s zipper downwards in a slow, deliberate course, and he purrs, ‘What say you if ol’ cowboy Jack gives you a proper show, hmm?’

You inhale sharply as the white wife beater underneath comes into view, and you reach up to help him push one side of the ski suit off his shoulder, revealing the firm line of his left arm.

‘Thought that was more of Teak’s thing,’ you quip, licking your lips as your eyes skim down his front to settle on the weighty bulge now straining against the front of the suit, your eager fingers pulling him closer by his belt buckle.

Gripping the edge of the table, he traps you into your seat, his stare dropping to the matching pendant resting on your now heaving bosom, taking in your blown pupils as he grins. ‘Anythin’ for you, darlin’.’

‘Aren’t I the luckiest girl,’ you muse, taking off his hat and flinging it onto the table, his hungry stare alone pinning you in place when you drag him down to you by his lapels.

Warm lips part yours and he delves into your mouth, kissing you deeply. The promise of more leaves you chasing him as he draws back with a drawl. ‘You’re about to get a whole lot luckier, darlin’.’

The thick material of the ski suit is almost pillowy as your fingers dig into his shoulders to steady yourself. It rubs gently on your nipples as you rock against Jack, arms wound around his neck while his desperate hands cup and knead the plump swell of your ass, dragging you up and down his hard cock.

‘That’s it, you’re ridin' me beautifully, darlin’,’ he growls into your ear, exhaling hot and heavy as he nips your collar bone. ‘Missed you so much.’

His chaps are slippery under your bare thighs from your slick, and you clench at the sensation of being completely naked on top of him when he’s still fully clothed, only his belt and zipper undone so that he can fuck up into you, the rickety kitchen chair groaning under the weight of the two of you.

‘Missed you too,’ you whisper against his lips, crying out when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you. ‘Yes, yes, harder, Jack.’

Leaning forward, he takes one breast into his hot mouth, one eye on your necklace that’s sticking to your sweaty skin before licking you between your tits and over the silver pendant, the salt sharp on his tongue. He hums, ‘You wear it so well.’

‘I won’t take it off, ever,’ you swear, throwing your head back when he scrapes his teeth against the column of your neck, so full of him that your knees quake.

‘Good,’ growls Jack, thrusting harder into you, making your breath stutter. ‘Keep me with you, darlin’ - always.’

You smile, fingers curled into his hair, stealing a tender moment as your noses bump and eyes meet with the easiest promise you will ever keep. ‘Always.’

Notes: Am I allowed to pick favourites? I'm not? I'm doing it anyway -- this is my favourite out of all the holiday fics, no question! I'm so soft for cowboy Jack and his darlin' 🥹 We've been spending time with just the two of them so far in the series, so it was really fun to explore the group situations, especially with the Kingsman involved!

I hope you enjoyed this fluffy interlude. Wishing you all a very merry Christmas and thank you so much for reading ❤️

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New Moon in Leo~The Wave of Purging 

New Moon in Leo~The Wave of Purging

By A Gift From Gaia

The winds have arrived early, in fact our magnetic field cracked just before midnight (UK) and the winds began pouring through. Nothing too strong, nice and easy at present however I’m sure many of you felt the switch.

Sleep becomes more tricky simply because we are processing more light and our cells get to work on the remodelling of the codes, regardless of what time it is, if the work needs to be done then it shall be done and us mere mortals have just one instruction.

SURRENDER

Any moans or complaints is a direct block to Source, a request to fall back to the sleepy human state, so in order to stay open and allow we honour the process, we limit our human DOing and we allow in to our fields that which is of love, assistance and compassion.

And this wave holds the energy of PURGE.

This may manifest within your reality, the physical contradictions leave, it could be within your body, ailments tend to speak for your attention, night sweats, dreams etc.

You will know these as ascension symptoms but let’s change that old out dated thought process, there are no symptoms there are only symbols, all of which are coded messages, from a language you have long forgotten, highlighting the separation between your mind and heart or the mind and body, the communication that is actually so natural has been ignored for thousands of years by most and instead of going within and discovering what the body is trying to tell you most run to the pill cabinet to try and find something to silence the bodies signal. Those days are changing, and it’s time to fully reconnect with the physical and heal the separation, by showing Self the love it deserves…which of course once you master this you will notice how others in your field are attracted to your new wholeness, and as if by magic your field starts filling with more amazing respectful and responsible lightwalkers.

We are due 3 bursts of solar winds over the next few days as there are 3 coronal holes spewing out the gamma and plasma particles, creating the LIGHT energy, our masculine energy to activate and shift us into a new space.

However when observing OUT there you are more likely to witness a more chaotic stream as those blind to light tend to get rather agitated, unaware of why the emotions begin to stir, why things feel short and contradicting and if this is you, then go within and realise why you are resistant to light, use this energy to clear whatever it is that makes you want to retract back into your shell.

Release the words “this too shall pass” which are the words of some of the greatest spiritual bypassers. Instead scream THANK YOU now I’m gonna FIND YOU and get to work on the contradiction, dissolving and bringing it all to a space of zero point.

I’m sure I don’t need to be mentioning this now but for the new light beams here are the rules of solar activity.

Don’t drink alcohol – 1 glass is more like 3 and hangovers are heavy  Stay away from all stimulants and have a clean light food day with extra hydration. The body is going to be hard at work processing, which means we need to make sure the temple is clean and prepared. Mangos are my fav on solar days and coconut water  If it feels a little hectic then sit in a space of observation, make conscious choices and move clearly and concisely

Any overloads and overwhelms then we are humanDOing as opposed to humanBEing.

Things are bound to feel slower today, communication could well feel as though it’s all on slow Mo or perhaps the dubbing is out as Mercury Stations today ready to turn direct tomorrow on the Leo Super New Moon so whilst today could feel somewhat stretched the bungee cord is soon to ping forward, all you need do is allow the purge and cut those anchors for lift off.

So whilst Mercury is stationed, he is conjunct the Moon AND both opposing Pluto which gives some pretty loud internal dialogue and through this we get to witness feelings of hopelessness, a theme many of the grid keepers have been working through as deeper attachments to the material world have been cleared for those soon ready to enter into the new light coded spaces we are anchoring.  Emotions become heightened, the empath begins to act out and the wounding, particularly those who haven’t awakened their internal God/dess become quite reactive and manipulative, control issues arise for the opportunity to clear and the feminine feel continues as the moon is also in an orb with a conjunct Venus in Leo, Venus appears to be acting like a guiding light to the moon finishing up in Cancer, showing you clearly that by realising the truth of the current space, by acting consciously the balancing out, the newness coming in will be instantaneous and you are likely to wonder what 2as the fuss all about.

These moments simply strengthen the trust connection to Source and the separation reduces

And then we have our beautiful Vesta, the high priestess energy coming into play. Vesta is the keeper of the Sacred Flame, she teaches the importance of understanding your Divine energy and how to bring Self back to wholeness, through the sacred sexual energies of creation, Vesta takes us into SOULitude, she is the Seer, the Goddess and she knows her value and if Vesta is new then allow her to guide you back into your pure heart, and today she squares Mars which is most likely to show the collective where the sacred feminine has not yet awakened, creating, at first, the oppressed anger to rise FOR you to see the reflection and to use the Divine instruction Vesta gives to heal you back to wholeness.

Vesta supports the committed, not to the false loyalties of out there but the wholeness of Self and she will lead those ready to follow within back to the place of purity, where you will discover your value, your worth…and from here we create a whole new world.

This is super important energy right before the New Moon, a moon that takes us into an entirely new field of amazement, the collective shift may well look a little jagged but trust all is moving for ALL to be SEEN as it’s only through the experience of SEEING or FEELING that we can move into the space of DEALING.

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Finding Contentment Within the Wait

Before we begin, I think it is important for you to understand where I fall in this “category”. I am currently single…I have been for the past 14 years. I honestly had no desire to ever get married, and since I didn’t want marriage the thought of dating was not appealing either. But God…He has a way of rerouting our hearts and minds to align with His plans when the pursuit of getting to know Him is our primary focus. About 5 years ago my heart began to change…I started seeing myself as a wife. The desire to love and be an encouragement and helpmate to my husband was very apparent. This was so strange considering I was certain I was one who was called to be single. At first I thought that because my heart had changed, that must mean that my future husband was right around the corner. Well, as I have learned in my walk with the Lord, He doesn’t do details…He’s a BIG picture kind of guy. He will show us glimpses, ignite a passion, grow us in a manner suited for His calling for us…but He won’t just layout the whole plan from start to finish. God is more interested in our trusting obedience than He is easing our discomfort of the unknown. How else can He teach us how to walk by faith?

So, now that you understand that I too am waiting for my future spouse, we can embark on this journey of trust, faith, and growing in our relationship with our King together.

I have a deep sense of compassion for my fellow singleton’s out there. Is it because I too am single? Maybe. I don’t know why God has given me a strong desire to encourage and love on others who are single. He gifts us with things that He trusts us to use in service of others. So in that realm of thought, I think that maybe I have a need to speak life into their hearts because I have found beautiful contentment in this season, and I know that our stories are meant to be shared to encourage others in their faith. In order to lend a bit of our strength to them in their time of drought, so that together we can walk within our purpose shining brightly.  This post is going to encourage you to look at things that may challenge you, and in doing so, help you find the joy and freedom you’ve been robbed of in this season until now.

I love God’s word. It’s the foundation I measure everything against. It gives us direction, reminds us of all of God’s promises, corrects us when we are in misstep with Him, teaches us new things every day about God’s love story written for us and God’s character. But the thing I love most about it, it is pure truth. I know that every single word is God breathed (2 Tim. 3:16), so when I read the words on the page I know that those words are just as infallible as my Mighty Heavenly Father. To that point, when I read Psalm 37:4; “Delight yourself in the LORD, and He will give you the desires of your heart”, it gives me assurity that the desires of my heart are promised to me, so I have unshakeable encouragement and hope.

This verse can often be taken out of context, so I want to make sure that we understand the true meaning within this text. This doesn’t mean that God will give us whatever we want, not in the slightest. He loves us too much to do that. It means that as you grow in your relationship with Him, your hearts desires will begin to align with God’s will for your life. He sees all, knows all, He is as much in your past and future as He is in your present. Everything He wants for your life is the ABSOLUTE cream of the crop and He wants nothing more than for you to claim it. What does it look like to truly “delight ourselves” in the LORD? That means that we find our contentment, our joy, our peace, our comfort, our everything in Him alone. Not in what He gives us, but in HIM, in who HE is. We seek Him before and above everything else in our life. He is the Rock in which we build the foundation of our life. Truly delighting yourself in the LORD is knowing deep within every fiber of your being that if you were to lose everything you possess today, you would still be the richest person on earth because of the gift of your salvation, your eternal inheritance you have with and through Christ Jesus. “So we fix our eyes not of what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:18.

Do you believe that? Do you feel that certainty in every fiber of your being? This is something you have to be sure about. Sit quietly with yourself and ask the Holy Spirit to search you and call out anything that is keeping you from believing this. Loved ones, God is GOOD, He is FAITHFUL, He is TRUSTWORTHY and therefore, worthy of all of our love and praise. One of His many promises to us is in Matthew 6:25-34 Jesus says:

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will He not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying ‘what shall we eat?’ or ‘what shall we drink?’ or ‘what shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

This passage shows the heart of our heavenly Father. There is nothing that we need that He would deny us. If we rest in Him we will always have everything we need…always. He is the Provider whom we worship, Who gives us our provision for which we are grateful for. The danger is when these two get twisted. When we worship the provision and are grateful for the Provider; that is when we experience greed, gluttony, lack, anxiety and discontentment. Temporary things will never fill a God-sized hole no matter how high a pedestal we build for them. Just a few verses back from the passage in Matthew above, Jesus speaks the truth about us and our wandering hearts. You see, we were created in His image and we were created with an innate need to worship. Whether you worship Who you were created for (God’s design), or you choose to worship other things such as your lifestyle, your career, money, vanity, material things, celebrities, your kids (ouch), and more specific to this post, the longed for husband or wife…you worship. All of these things that take God’s place are idols/false gods, things that we look towards to provide us with something we think we lack or need to be satisfied in this life. Please understand that these things are not bad in and of themselves, they are beautiful blessings from our loving Father. But it is where we place them in order of priority and focus that makes them bad (an idol). Anything that takes Jesus off of the throne of our hearts and lives (Satan’s plan) is our god no matter how big of a blessing we think it might be…harsh but true. When those things are the focus of our hearts, they are not in their proper place.

Whether you are aware of it or not, we all worship something with our lives…no exceptions. In Matthew 6:21 Jesus says, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” The desires of your heart that are present when Jesus isn’t on the throne of your heart, they may not necessarily be God’s will for you. When we seek Him above all else our will and His will become one, there’s no kink in the hose of communication from the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit reveals God’s will to us. We’re told this in 1 Corinthians 2:10; “these are the things God has revealed to us by His Spirit. The Spirit searches all things, even the deep things of God.” God loves you too much to give you something outside of His will. He knows you better than you do, trust His leading and His timing. So ask yourself this question: What is your treasure? We need to make sure there are no kinks in the flow of communication.

This particular question/heart check was a surgical procedure of sorts for me, painful but necessary. I prayed Psalm 139:23-24 over myself and waited expectantly for the diagnosis. There is immense power when we pray God’s word back to Him. It’s the act of speaking His truth over ourselves and our struggles that removes the power they once had over us, cementing in our hearts the REAL truth.

“Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.’ (and then I added Matthew 6:21 paraphrased into prayer form)…Holy Spirit reveal the true treasures of my heart and if there is anything taking Your place. If there is anything that is not of You and Your will for my life, please cast it out.” In order for me to truly KNOW what the real desires God had placed in my heart were, I had to make sure God was in His proper place first. Look at it like a puzzle. You start with the corner pieces to begin framing the picture that will be revealed in the end, God’s will for you is much the same. You have to have the Cornerstone (Eph. 2:20) in place, the proper place, before the rest of the picture begins to reveal itself in His time.

Now that we have established the true context behind Psalm 37:4, we need to look at the other potential cause for discontentment in this season. If you have Jesus in His proper place and the desire of your heart is to be a husband or wife someday, and you find yourself feeling defeated, unworthy, unlovable, or anxious to get the show on the road then we need to check whether you BELIEVE Him. I know you believe IN Him…but you also need to BELIEVE Him. I believe that this hesitation in fellow believers is caused by a lie planted in the heart…maybe it’s been there for some time, but this lie is keeping you from living in contentment. Satan’s primary goal is to steal, kill, and destroy anything good in our lives and his primary strategy is by doing one or all of these things:

1. Keep you from believing IN Jesus Christ. 2. If you believe IN Jesus Christ, he will try to keep you from believing Him. (Who He is, His promises, His character, etc.) 3. Keep you from reading God’s word which is our blueprint for living in accordance to His will. 4. If you are reading it, he will try to keep you from believing it. 5. And last but not least, if you are reading it and you believe it, he will try to keep you from speaking it’s truth to others.

As a Christian, I am sure you have experienced at least one of these schemes. I know I have…but now I suit up in God’s armor (Eph. 6:10-18). The enemy is the father of lies. “…He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar, and the father of lies.” John 8:44

I struggled in the beginning with this. I believed IN Jesus, but I was struggling to BELIEVE that the way He sees me was my actual reality, and that His promises were still meant for me. I wasn’t an angel when I came to my stake in the ground moment. I was living my life for myself, indulging in worldly pleasures, and my relationship with God was about as indepth as the one I had with my Great Great Great Grandparents…non-existent. Why would a Holy and all Mighty God want to still pour out His blessings on me? (Lie #1) I’ve done far too many sinful things for my life to be useable and worthy of His best. (Lie #2)  I need to do everything I can to make sure I don’t sin, walk the holy walk so maybe God might see fit to give me a blessing every so often. (Lie #3)

Can anyone else relate to these thought patterns? This was the toxic script that was playing in my mind over and over whenever I looked at my life and saw what I didn’t have. In the beginning of my walk with Jesus I didn’t know what I didn’t know. I did not realize that these negative thought patterns were a scheme of the devil to keep me from believing God’s promises and believing God’s infallible character. I had a stronghold in my heart. Strongholds are any lie that puts a fortress within your heart that blocks or twist the truth of God’s word in and for our lives. They can only be destroyed through prayer with specific and intentional scripture. The examples of the ones I used for this very stronghold are:

• “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” – 2 Corinthians 10:5

• “But now He has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body through death to present you holy in His sight, without blemish and free from accusation.” – Colossians 1:22

• “I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” – Ephesians 3:16-19

• “Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the glory in the Church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” – Ephesians 3:20-21

• “Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 1:6

• “There is now, no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” – Romans 8:1

• “The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children of God, then heirs-heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with Him in order that we may also be glorified with Him.” – Romans 8:16-17 It’s just like Jesus said, “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32. Search God’s word and find scripture that speaks truth about things you struggle with. I plan to write a post about this topic and go into more depth on how to wield this powerful weapon (the Sword of the Spirit).

If you believe that God is capable of placing a promise in your heart and then in the same instance be able to turn around and not fulfill that promise, you don’t know God’s character. “I wait for the LORD, my soul does wait. And in His word do I hope.” – Psalm 130:5 He is trustworthy to the nth degree. If He says it’s going to happen, then buckle up because it’s going to happen. It may not happen in the timeframe we expect or want, but it will happen. His timing is always perfect, His gifts are always the best, and He doesn’t do anything halfway. If you don’t have what you were promised right now, then you aren’t ready for it right now. God will grow us, shape us, remove undesirable things from us in order to prepare us for the blessing. If we aren’t in a good heart space to steward the gift well, then we will just wind up taking it for granted and treating it in a manner that’s unworthy of a gift from God. He knows when we are ready. Be grateful for the wait, He’s sparing you unnecessary struggle. Any heartache you may feel right now is because you haven’t put all your hope in the Lord and you are seeking your contentment in temporary things. It’s a vicious cycle: you don’t feel loveable or desirable, so you think that in order to feel that way someone has to want you, to be in a relationship with you…when all the while what your heart is truly crying out for is ‘the One who knitted it together in your mother’s womb.’ - Psalm 139:13. Only He can make you whole. Two whole individuals chasing Jesus and then coming together as husband and wife is a far more powerful light than two halves trying to make a whole and then figuring it out. Trust His timing, let the Holy Spirit work in you.

When that time comes, and it will if He’s given you that promise, knowing what you are entering into is crucial. Marriage is a gift, a beautiful one, and God has a purpose for it here on earth. Marriage is the outward representation of our union with Him as a Believer in Jesus Christ. So when we enter into the sanctity of marriage, we are taking on the responsibility of walking out the outward representation of the mystery of the gospel. That is a big responsibility! So when we try to rush things, when we don’t carefully guard our heart we begin to operate outside of God’s will and God’s design. Remember the puzzle pieces. He will give you the perfect person to compliment all that you are and you will do the same for them. Trust His timing. And while you wait pray for your future husband or wife. Pray for their protection and for their safe journey to find you. Pray for their purity and for their growth in their relationship with Jesus. Pray for their purpose and calling, and the courage and strength to fulfill it. “In the morning, LORD, You hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before You and wait expectantly.” – Psalm 5:3

God doesn’t bless our idleness, we are responsible to be His hands and feet. So during the wait pour into others. We are called in Titus 2:1-8 to mentor the younger generation. Give of yourself to the furthering of the Church. As you give of your gifts and talents, you will be blessed with growth as well.

When we leave everything in God’s hands, we have the peace of knowing that when it arrives it’s exactly right. We are ready and He sees fit for us to step into that next chapter. Be blessed, be diligent, be patient, and trust in His character and His timing.

You are loved. #MadeForMore #MWGM4M #RelationshipGoals #TheWait

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New Moon November 2018 ~ Siren’s Song

New Moon November 2018 ~ Siren’s Song,

New Moon November 2018 ~ Siren’s Song

By Darkstar Astrology

The new moon 7 November 2018, falls at 15º Scorpio decan 2. The new moon November 2018 astrology carries on the theme of the T-square with the Nodes but now it plugs into a learning triangle. I have already looked at what the T-square means in the monthly forecast now that its as moved into the cardinal signs. But this is a stubborn as ***k fixed Scorpio new moon digging its heels in and clinging onto Jupiter for dear life before it leaves Scorpio for good the very next day. The new moon falls on fixed star Zuben Elgenubi the southern scale of Libra and its closest aspect is a trine to Neptune.

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There is a childlike curiosity to the Moon in Scorpio 2, it is also extremely tender and affectionate. The Moon is in its fall here, however. The energies evoked at this time are lustful and desirous, with much focus on seduction. The Moon here needs sexual relationships and adores the courtship process. Add in the inky depth of Neptune and we find great mastery of manipulation. Those touched by new moon might be lucky enough to find they can pull in anyone they want into their labyrinth of love. It’s easy for this Moon Scorpio 2 to put you under a spell, well maybe they have. This is the moon of sirens, the song that hypnotizes sailors.

Edward Snowden who has this natally is a great example of the clandestine side of this decan in his leaking of classified information about various global surveillance systems. So he was spying on the spying! The fixed stars found in this decan indicate scandalous love relationships because it wells up such intense romantic needs that we will do anything to get them fulfilled.

New Moon November 2018 Astrology

NEW MOON NOVEMBER 2018 STAR ~ ZUBEN ELGENUBI

Zuben Elgenubi is the main star of the unlucky southern scale of Libra according to Robson “causes malevolence, obstruction, an unforgiving character, violence, disease, lying, crime, disgrace, and danger of poison.” The two scales of Libra used to be the claws of Scorpio, which was a much larger constellation. So they actually fit very well here in tropical Scorpio. Zuben means ‘claw’ and is the prefix for all the stars that fall in the scales. Libra is actually a very small constellation and six of the nine stars here fall in Scorpio decan 2.

So we could say that Scorpio decan 2 might be the true Sidereal Librans. The actual constellation of the scales though has a very different vibe than the Venus-ruled tropical sign of Libra. You can see that Zuben Elgenubi is most definitely Scorpionic as Dr Eric Morse writes: “It is well to remember here the association of this star with a scorpion’s claw, used for making love as well as for slaying its prey. It does not let go until one or other matter is complete and onlookers are not sure which of the two acts are in process. Sometimes even the Scorpion seems to get it wrong along the way!”

It is interesting to see where Scorpio gets its Femme Fatal or Lady Killer reputation. Morse continues that this star “frequently shows up ill-aspected in many unfortunate situations, from domestic strife and miscarriages of justice to psychopathic killings that started out in the guise of love. Its appearance in better aspect is often just the right moment to repair a relationship and to reconsider an earlier harsh judgment.”  The Ebertins say that the unfortunate aspects of the Southern Scale are more marked with nocturnal charts and that it is bad for health with the luminaries. However “A credit given to the Southern and Northern Scales is that they both bestow an immortal name. However, this comes about more by tragic circumstances than by well-noted success.”  The Southern scale was known as the ‘Insufficient Price.’ So here we also experience loss.

NEW MOON NOVEMBER 2018 TAROT CARD

It’s not all dark and desperate here though. Thankfully the Tarot card for this decan reflects the positive side of the Libra Scales and more joy than you would expect from this “fallen” time of the year. So we get quite a light-hearted and affectionate card in the 6 of cups. The imagery in the Rider-Waite card is that of children, a boy offering a gift to a girl. It is an image of childhood memories. This optimistic card is supported by the Sun and Jupiter rulership of this decan. “ After times of loss, sadness or despair we often take comfort and solace from familiar places and those we have known the longest, such as old friends and family.  We crave what is secure and steady as we have coped with enough change for the moment.” ~ teachmetarot.com

NEW MOON NOVEMBER 2018 ASPECT ~ TRINE NEPTUNE

Moon trine Neptune can become extremely devoted to their lover, but they need to be careful their longing to merge doesn’t leave them with no sense of self whatsoever. At this new moon we do best when they put this great devotion into an all-consuming passion, Ie; An artistic project, spiritual practice or best of all, working to transform the lives of the sick and needy. Moon trine Neptune takes the fantasy element of Neptune and tries to build a utopia. There is a budding savior quality about it and is in tune with the common people’s hope and dreams. The nurturing side of the moon can take on a transpersonal role in mothering the world.

NEW MOON MEANING

New Moons tend to make us want to plant new seeds and start afresh. But we are essentially working blind, however, without the illumination of the Sun’s wisdom. With a New Moon, we are working 100% on our instincts, so any decisions made at this time will be from habitual drives and infantile cravings which may not be in our best interests. We should listen to our body. The more we tune into our guts, the more we can tell the difference between a wounded ancestor who is crying out for attention and a genuine gut-feeling that is one’s trusted intuition.

Otherwise, discernment is needed, because the guidance of the Sun (the light of truth) is missing at the new Moon and one may easily be hoodwinked. A new moon can work powerful manifestation magic because the Moon is furthest from the earth and this frees the imagination from material limits. Thought-seeds planted at the New Moon will grow, so be careful what you wish for! A Solar Eclipse is like a really powerful reboot. The blinding light of the Sun is blocked for just enough time to get a new perspective. It is mind-altering and refreshing, but it can turn your world upside down too.

New Moon November 2018 Summary

This new moon November 2018 is the first after Halloween and this time of the year is always going to have a fallen angel quality to it. Sailors, or shall we say any travelers, are tempted off course by the spellbinding sound of the sirens song. A stupid amount of planets are retrograde at this new moon including the pentagram queen Venus herself, who is extra fierce in Lucifer mode as the morning star by now.

Venus is also colluding with Persephone as Ceres opposite Uranus. The co-dependant vibration to this new moon is off the scales, but it is all laced with the romance of Neptune. What crystal do we need to counterbalance this tendency to escape to “La la land”?

Crystal Healing For this Scorpio New Moon

Purple Fluorite: “Deeply calming, purple fluorite assists with obsessions that are based in an inability to face reality. Helps focus thoughts on everyday responsibilities. Useful for New Age practitioners to combine spirituality with practicality and realize they need to earn money.” [1]  and ” Purple Fluorite is a stone of protection, thought to become more protective the longer it is used, and is an ideal “Dream Crystal,” defending one from evil spirits and bad dreams. It radiates a marvelous energy throughout the light body relieving stress, spiritual discomfort, and physical blockages.” ~ Crystal Vaults 

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