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[malethirsty]

The Master Of The Claymore - Drew McIntyre

Summary: Following his success in recapturing the WWE Championship on RAW, Drew has some debts to pay and learns never to cross a swordmaster, especially one who knows how to handle a strong Scottish blade.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

1, 2 & 3! You lept up and down in the Guerrilla cheering & clapping with other members of the roster whom had come to watch as the sound of Bagpipes filled the ThunderDome, Drew McIntyre had just won back the WWE Championship, the Scotsman ascending once again back to the pinnacle of the Men’s division. As Drew walked up the ramp, issuing a warning to Roman, his opponent for Survivor Series, you used the cover of the swarm of fellow wrestlers to retreat back to his dressing room, there you sat down on the sofa and waited for his arrival. It took a while for him to arrive, but sure enough he turned up, sweated out but still in high spirits, seeing you on the couch he smirked down at you “Well hello there pretty boy, I bet you’ve come to congratulate the champ in person.” You rolled your eyes “Yes of course, all hail the great Scottish stud of a champion.” You sardonically responded and Drew grinned at you “Later I’ll get you to say it like you mean it” he promised, a glint of mischief and eroticism in his eyes.

Ever since you first met him, Drew had been cockily arrogant and at first you’d hated it, your tempering flaring whenever Vince’s ‘Chosen One’ tried to flex his strength towards you and the rest of the roster. However when he won the intercontinental title, that was when your rage boiled over and you had confronted him about his arrogant nature, by the end of the night, you realised his cocky attitude could be backed up with his skills... and wrestling was only the tip of what he could do with his body. Ever since then, you’d engaged in this relationship where you’d show up to wherever he was, he’d drop what he was doing and fuck you, your submissive nature in the bedroom paired perfectly with his cocky demeanour. However as of recently, you’d been in a draught, twenty two long days of no Scottish stud, as insensed by losing the title, he threw himself into training, completely neglecting you. You’d acted fine to his face, but tonight you were going to remind him that you were the only gold he needed to cherish, not some fucking leather strap.

Deciding to keep the nature of the conversation sweet for now, you turned the conversation to a fact you’d discovered on the show that night “I never knew Claymore was a type of sword till Sheamus gave you it in the box.” Drew, whom had been bothering with packing up his stuff to head back to his hotel room, looked across the room at you, rather surprised “Really? It’s quite well known in Scotland.” “Yes, well some of us haven’t lived in Scotland for out entire lives Drew.” “Sheamus is Irish and he knew, maybe your just uneducated about your knowledge of combat weaponry. So Y/N, I think I better teach you about it.” He abandoned what he was doing and crossed the room and sat next to you, his cocky nature out in full force “So the Claymore is quite an old yet strong weapon, known in my homeland for being a symbol of pride and strength. Only the strongest of men can wield it, it needs two hands to cover it” He stopped and leaned in to whisper in your ear “a lot like me.” He nipped at your ear lightly and drew back, which let you know that you had him where you wanted him, so you flirted back “Impressive, I’d like to get my hands around one sometime, wouldn’t that be a sight, little old me handling something so big, heavy and strong? You’d probably have to hold me up so I can keep balance” You moved onto his lap and sensing his hardness, trailed your hand down his hairy chest, above where his title was positioned. Drew groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, as he minicked your ministrations onto your own bare chest, including tweaking your nipples as his cock got harder as you continued. He looked deep into your eyes and said “Why wait? Reach down into my kilt and handle it yourself.”

You didn’t wait to be asked twice and slid down onto the floor pulling off his kilt as you went, his cock flying up, very erect, hitting your face for your trouble. Not wasting anymore time, you slipped your lips over it and began to suck, “Oh yes, suck it down deep Y/N.” Drew groaned, throwing his head back as he got used to your wet, hot mouth around his member, his cock got even harder than before in your mouth, so you had to be careful not to take too much or risk choking, so you lathered it a little before pulling out, taking it in your hand and slapping it on your face “Nah-uh Y/N, remember you handle Daddy’s Claymore with two hands.” Drew chided, grinning at the dirty show he was watching below him, and so you grabbed onto his cock with both hands, fully covering the length of his dick, and pulled down, exposing the head. You trailed your tongue around it, eliciting soft growls from the champion, which soon turned to full out moans as you licked across his slit. “Yeah, you like that Daddy?” You asked, sweetly with a hint of cheekiness, as you knew what licking his slit did to Drew “Fuck yeah I do pretty boy”, motivated by his praise, you moved back onto Drew’s slit, this time giving it kitten licks while looking up into his eyes “Jesus Christ, your tongue’s incredible Y/N. Get back onto my cock before I cum on your face, I wanna bust in your mouth.”

Finally poised to strike, you moved away from him, leaving Drew panting “Wh-wha?” He looked up at you confused “Y/N, I said to get back on my dick.” “No Drew. See this is what’s been going on for the entire time Randy’s been reigning as champion, you’ve been fixated on training and your desire to hold that belt, while ignoring the fact that I’ve been needing you, having to wait for you to come to bef and fuck me has been fucking painful. Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull up the dick pics you’ve sent me and wanked to them cause you won’t man up when you finally stop training and fuck me?” Drew was looking taken aback, a mix of something that looked like anger on his face, but you were past the point of caring about hurting him and carried on. It was as if a faucet had been turned on in your brain, and everything you’d been wanting to say was spilling out of your mouth “I guess you haven’t thought at all, because you’ve been fucking piss weak after losing the championship to get up and keep moving forward, you’ve been so fixated that your forgetting about the one person that has needed you that entire reign. Goddamn it Drew, I WANT YOU TO BE A FUCKING MAN!” You yelled the last part out, all composure gone. You turned around to leave, expecting him to be too stunned to do anything, wanting him instead to think about how he’d left you so lonely and return to your hotel room with an apology with chocolates or some shit like that. Blood was pumping loudly in your ears from the shouting you had done, that you didn’t notice the thud of leather meeting the floor.

You had almost crossed the room before a hand grasped your head and you were slammed into the door, the hand protecting your head from bouncing off it, turning around, you saw Drew, a dangerous alit look in his eyes, dark and determined. With a gruff growl, he moved his hand from your head down to your pants, ripping the fabric clean in two and tossing it away. He then aimed his cock at your entrance and thrusted upwards, your cry of shocked pleasure drowned out by Drew’s bellow. You stayed like that for a while, Drew grunting as he took deep breaths to speak “That man enough for you Y/N? Huh? That enough to sate your slutty fucking ass?!” Drew yelled out and too shocked to form words, you nodded instead. Satisfied, he began to piston forwards, slamming into your ass so hard, the door began to shake. As you cried out from his ministrations you stared at him, the light hearted cocky man he was in the ring now gone, now he looked determined, powerful, dominant. “You want to be treated like a little fucking slut Y/N, is that what you want to be? Daddy’s fucking cock sleeve?” You tried to respond but stunbled over your words, only Y sounds coming from your mouth as you tried to say ‘Yes’. Suddenly he stopped moving and grabbed your face “Nah-uh pretty, you’re gonna use your voice and tell Daddy how much you love his dick fucking your ass, otherwise I can stop right now and leave you desperate to cum.” Drew was meeting you halfway, the fucking bastard.. the fucking hot bastard, so you responded “Yes Daddy, fuck I’ve needed this for so long!” Drew grinned “Good little slut, wrap your legs round Daddy’s waist.”

Obeying him, you wrapped your legs around his strong waist and with no effort at all he lifted you off the ground and trapped your lips in a kiss so hot, it felt like steam was coming off the both of you. After a while like this, he began to buck into you again “Fucking love how your tight little ass clenching round my thick hard dick. God damn Y/N, you know how to take Daddy’s cock just right.” You couldn’t respond, he was hitting your prostate so perfectly it felt as if shots of electricity were surging through you, the most you could do was hold onto the hunks back as hard as you could to prevent yourself from falling over from how ferociously he was pounding you. The sound of Drew’s balls slapping against you was joined by the sounds of his moaning and feral growling, which only increased as you raked your fingernails across his back, a thin trail of blood starting to form “Fucking hell babe, two can play at that game!” Drew lowered you to the ground and lifted your legs onto his shoulders, and began to fuck you at a different angle as he began to travel down your neck, kissing and nipping at it, intending to leave hickeys all down it, a mark of the Scot to show the world you belonged to him and him alone. You made soft mewling sounds as he did so, and trailed your left hand through his raven dark hair and your right through his chest hair “You like that?” Drew withdrew from his ministrations to ask “Yeah, I don’t know what about your head and chest hair really gets me going, but it does.” “It’s the sign of a fucking man, a fucking warrior. My raven hair on my head and my chest hair looks like I’ve come from a hard fought battle against a giant or soldier or some shit and I’m ready to claim your arse as a reward.” He punctuated this with a harsh thrust forwards, and you turned into a moaning mess all over again.

Drew moved away from your body now, looking up you saw him standing on his knees, his hips lazily pistoning forward, you began to push up to meet him halfway, his dick now seemingly coated in sweat as Drew pulled it out. He brushed the tip of it with his thumb and saw the sweat was actually precum, catching sight of you looking he grinned down “Want to taste my precum Y/N?” You moved up to him, only to be stopped by a rough hand covering your chest “Manners baby, what do you say to Daddy if you want to taste him?” “Drew, please I-“ “What do you say?” His voice grew seductively dark as he asked twice, so you swallowed deeply and said “Please Daddy, may I taste you?” Satisfied Drew moved his thumb to your mouth and you lapped your tongue out to taste his salty precum, eventually taking his thumb into your mouth “How is it that you look as hot taking my cock balls deep into your mouth as you do my fingers?” Drew pondered looking down at the sweaty mess he made of you, you moaned around his thumb before Drew pulled it out and thrusted his cock back inside you.

His cock began to pulse inside you, the veins bulging as he neared his end. Knowing he was close, Drew grasped onto your cock and began to stroke violently. Already sensitive, this only made you cry out loudly “OH FUCK DREW! YES DADDY, STROKE MY COCK!” You yelled, not caring if Adam Pierce, Randy, Charley or anyone else heard you, you were too intoxicated from Drew fucking you at last to care. Drew got right down to your face, noses touching, his eyes baring down into you so hard, it was as if he was looking into your soul “Tell me who you belong to Y/N, submit and tell me, and I’ll let you cum all you want. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” Each word was accompanied by a hard thrust into your ass, your muscles clenching softer than before, that it was amazing they hadn’t lost their grip from how hard Drew was railing you “You Daddy Drew! I belong to you!” You wailed out, utterly blissed out on Drew’s cock. He smirked, leaning down to your ear to whisper “Now Y/N, cum for me.” You cried out in relief and pleasure as load upon load shot out over Drew’s chest, spattering onto his chest hair, he waited until you stopped before pulling you up onto his lap and bucked wildly “Fucking hell Y/N, your ass feels so good when you cum that I’m gonna shoot my load, all deep into that slutty ass of yours, your fucking craving it yeah? Craving Daddy’s load up your ass. Well Daddy’s gonna give it all to you my twenty two day load, and you better take every last drop!” Utterly blown out by lust, you kissed Drew deeply, him returning with equal passion until he reached the edge and withdrew from your lips “Yeah, fuck Y/N, I’m cuming, I’m gonna cum deep inside you!” The air was wrent with a crying growl from the WWE Champion as he came, his release shooting inside you, thick and hot. Drew’s eyes were wound shut, his body thrown back so far, it was as if his orgasm was stretching him out. You didn’t think his cock would stop shooting forth his load, but eventually it stopped and Drew collapsed onto you, kissing you all over the face.

It was a while before either of you spoke “Holy fucking shit” you huffed out, Drew releasing a guttural laugh “That’s damn right, fuck Y/N, you’re like a fucking vice when I cum, you milk it all out, bet it’ll drip out of your hole by the time we get back to the hotel.” As your senses restored, you realised that you were still in his dressing room, you’d been caught up in how well Drew fucked you, you forgot you weren’t in privacy, you were in public and likely the whole roster had heard you turn into a desperate needy whore for the Scotsman on top of you. Catchhing your eye and seemingly understanding, Drew lifted you up “Own it, at least your getting dicked down by a fucking man.” A smile forming, you nodded “Now, I’m gonna get my kilt back on and get you some pants so we can head home and get you showered up before round two.” “R-round two?” You questioned “Yeah, you said I left you without sex for the entirety of Randy’s reign, so over the next week I’ll fuck you all over the hotel room that it’ll more than make up for it.” He said, as a matterafactly as talking about the next day’s weather. “Now look who’s the needy slut.” You sardonically responded to a grin from Drew, whom having just fastened his kilt back up, crossed over to you and cupped your face “Now don’t start with me Y/N, you were complaining about me not manning up for you. I’ll tell you what, if you’re good for me then when I win Survivor Series, I’ll make you the Prince of Claymore Country, make you a crown out of my seed, would you like that Y/N.” ‘Damn this man was something else’ you thought, but contented Drew with a nod of your head “Good man, now wait here while I get some new pants for you, and then we can leave and fuck in our own bed.” With that, he left his dressing room and you sat back onto the sofa, getting a little excited about the many more times you’d be getting to handle Drew’s Claymore in the future.

[dreamsarelikedragonflies]

Happy Holidays!

Here is my ToA Secret Santa gift for @vanillapie-80 ! You requested an AU in which Jim stays in his “beast” form at the end of Wizards. Hope you enjoy!

Read it on Ao3 or here under the cut!

Life Again

Summary: In which Jim remains as a full-bodied troll at the end of Wizards. A talk between himself, Blinky, and Aaarrrgghh to see about helping him adjust.

@toa-secret-santa

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When the spell- or curse -had finally broken, Jim hadn’t imagined that he’d suddenly come back to with Claire sobbing gently in his arms and find himself almost entirely unrecognizable. He knew that pressing the shard into his chest had turned him into something else but he could never have imagined what the result was. He’d thought that, well, he’d made the choice to sacrifice himself. He hadn’t thought much past that. And standing here now, in the heavy shade of the woods beyond the yard of his home, Jim has never felt less like a self he knows. 

He remained as a full-bodied troll, the only truly recognizable part of him being his eyes. His eyes that, in the reflection of this old car mirror he’d found discarded in the woods, look full of a flightful fear. A look that is familiar, and yet new. 

“Master Jim, care for some undergarments?” 

He shifts, heavy arms clacking against his stone legs. His eyes track to the shorter troll emerging from behind some trees, carrying a large basket in front of him with all arms. “Thanks, Blink.” The troll nods and hands the basket over and takes a seat beside Jim. 

“You know we’re here to help, Jim. We just want what’s best for you.” Blinky’s many eyes look up at him, full of a gentle and honest kindness that makes his stony chest feel warm. 

“It’s...it’s been tough. Mom is really worried, I didn’t even get to see her before I turned into...into this,” he says with a slight growl. “And Claire thought I...you know. Ugh. Everything is so confusing.” 

“Please understand, this new troll form is nothing to be ashamed of. You are a beautiful, strong troll and...well, you will always be Master Jim to us. Amulet or no.” Blinky pats his leg with his small hand. “And we are here to help you through any trials and tribulations you might face.” 

“Blinky right,” comes the familiar voice of a tall, green and gray troll. “We here to help Jim.” 

Jim allows himself a small, toothy smile at that. Aaarrrgghh seats himself heavily beside Jim and plucks a couple of socks from the basket. “These had better not be Mom’s…”

“Aaarrrgghh and I have spoken and have decided that tomorrow, we will go down to Old Trollmarket and find you a few things any troll should have. Have you considered a kilt? I know for a fact that the textiles survived rather untouched,” Blinky suggests. Jim nods along, eyes tracing the carvings on his arms. Maybe he could get used to this, ever so slowly. 

“Yeah. I think I would like that.” Jim pauses for a moment, uncertainly meeting Blinky’s eyes. “Do you think...there might be some of those buckles? Like the one Draal had?” He recalls the ornate gold buckle, an ensign of some sort the mighty troll had worn. He’s vaguely aware that it had been like a family crest, and Jim quietly hopes to honor Draal for as long as possible. And now that he thinks about some, continuing on is possibly the best way to do so. 

Blinky smiles softly back. “I think there just might be.” 

Aaarrrgghh pats Jim’s shoulder and Jim for a moment eyes the earring in Aaarrrgghh’s ear, a few ideas sparking in his mind. “Do you two think...that maybe you’d teach me more about troll culture?” 

Blinky gives a hearty laugh. “Master Jim, were you never listening to my lessons?” It’s a kind and gentle tease. “But yes. Of course we will, anything you want to know at all. You’re one of us. And you have been since the start, you’ve always had the courage of the biggest, most powerful Trollhunters there ever were. Perhaps one day you’ll tell stories to the whelps of your grand adventures. By Deya’s Grace! That reminds me that I must begin working on the next Brief Recapitulation...” 

“Courage. Jim very brave, save all his friends and more. Done well,” Aaarrrgghh says, and his voice conveys a heavy sense of truth and meaning behind his choppy speech. 

“Well, thank you,” Jim says with a slight chuckle. “I do my best to.” 

“Jim! It’s dinnertime, and the sun has set!” The voice that carries across the yard is his mother’s, just the same as it had always been, as though her son had not returned to her in a form that was vastly different from anything he’d ever expected to be. She seems so unbothered by it all, and it is a great reassurance to Jim. 

In fact, he really can’t think of anyone who isn’t taking his new permanent form well. Arcadia is accepting by now, and for that Jim can’t be more grateful. Douxie had offered to search for possible ways to change him back, somehow, but Jim has had enough transformations for a lifetime. Perhaps this form he will be able to come to terms with. And without the amulet, he’s lacking additional armor. But he feels plenty strong enough to continue protecting his friends and family as he’s been doing so since he picked up the mantle of Trollhunter. Amulet or not, he’ll never be finished watching over them. It feels right. 

Maybe it’s the end of an era. But that ending only means that another, fresh start has begun. 

“Come, let’s not keep your mother waiting,” the many-eyed troll insists, attempting to tug the much larger Jim to his feet with all four of his arms. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Jim replies, shaking his head and picking himself up tenderly, careful to keep his balance. Maybe things are going to be alright. What’s another adjustment in his life? Those around him are here to support him, and they’re making it known in their own ways.

Aaarrrgghh grins, lifting the now-empty basket and continuing on. Blinky’s hand stays on Jim’s much larger one for a moment longer, each one of his six, warm eyes fixed on him. 

“And Jim?”

“Yeah, Blink?” 

“You are still my magnificent son.”

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[noneatnonedotcom]

the impossible boy chapter 2

@weatherman667​ here’s the second chapter you inspired and a third on the way. because apparently someone mentioning kilts offhandedly is enough to kick my muse into gear >:( i hope you all enjoy

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Jaune looked at his battalion. 300 men all under his command. One company devoted entirely to infantry. 150 men all ready for battle. The other 150 were support. Three troupes of 50 divided up for various jobs. One for artillery. With five men to a gun. Rail guns required less crewmen to operate with their sliding block breech system but that was still three men to work the gun with one acting as sights and the other acting as commander.

Ten big guns to control an entire battle field.

Then you had the other troupe. Another fifty men for ammo supplies and food. While each regiment could forage and hunt for it’s own food and each fireteam was expected to do so. They still kept a supply of rations for times when foraging was simply impossible. Not to mention the ammo supplies and various tools they would need and the medical supplies. The quarter masters troupe mainly acted as go-fors. Ferrying ammo and medical supplies to wherever they needed them.

Finally they had the brainy bastards themselves the specialists.

The engineers, medics, and not less than ten huntresses. Just in case. And the color guard. Two men with the standards, eight pipers, six drummers.

He’d trained with these men and women

He’d fought with these soldiers

He’d grown up with them as brothers and sisters in the clann as they fought to protect their family.

Even now from his perch on the roof of beacon he could see what they were doing in his mind's eye clear as day.

His sister would step out holding his scepter. They all snapped to attention riffles on the ground beside them.

She would explain that he wasn’t coming back with them and give the orders he’d left her with.  No one would make a fuss; they're too disciplined for that but no one would be happy the clann should be with it’s own. That was how they lived their entire lives.

But they would complete their missions.

“Right shoulder, ARMS” as one they brought their weapons up resting them on their shoulder butt in hand “sling, ARMS” once again as one they did as commanded readying their weapons for travel. “Salute at sling, arms!” they brought their left hand over to hold the sling as they brought their right hands up in salute. He returned the gesture they were facing each other. He could see them and they him but it was too far away.

He should be down there with them

“Order, arms”  the salute dropped and they stood ready. His sister gave him one last look goodbye. No one was happy about this, it was clear. But it had to be done “right, face” they turned away from him “forward, march!” as one they stepped forward. Once they were away from the eyes of the city they would march at ease. But for now it was time to show some discipline

Eight pipers played at the front of the line his sister having taken his scepter earlier was leading them out. Behind those eight pipers were six drummers behind them the color guard holding the standards of the army then the various troups with the specialists first. Then the infantry then the quarter masters with their waggons. Then the artillery pulled by horses they’d unlocked the aura for.

The people of vale marveled at their disiplin as they stepped in time. Huntresses were the only military they’d seen for a long time and they weren’t exactly what he’d call a cohesive unit. Effective maybe but not easy to control.

He watched them as they paraded out of the city. He watched as they went over the hill.

He wanted desperately to go with them.

He turned away, finally, and walked towards beacon. the deal was that his clann got the help they needed if he stayed here, he’d given his word he would

An Arc never goes back on their word

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Weiss hurried along the mostly empty halls, the heels of her shoes making satisfying clicks that kept rhythm with her pounding heart. She was sure she had nothing to worry about. She was excelling at every subject, as was her norm. It was just annerving to be called to Salem's office. Just as she rounded the corner she caught sight of a flash of white.

Weiss let out a pained groan at the same time as a much deeper and definitely deeper grunt of pain.

Without thought she began to apologise. "Forgive me. I was rushing and not looking where I was going." It was only polite, though every idiot knew when walking into the hall to traffic stayed to the right and from traffic maintained the left.

"It certainly isnae. aam jist as much tae blame if nae mair. see Ah was distracted by th' cealin'. i've ne'er seen th' loch. sae much detail in somethin' sae high abune. mebbe it's a way ay remindin' us mere mortals 'at sic' lofty heights ur abune us."

Weiss blinked as the male in front of her came into focus. The brilliant white of his ruffled shirt was the first thing she noticed, followed by the blue and green...battle skirt? Then his words penetrated her head. He was gazing at the ceiling? Her eyes involuntarily lifted to the masterpiece that was beacons exalted ceilings.

"I'm sorry, did I hear you say you were admiring the art?"

A huge grin split across the man's face wrinkling the corners of his celestial blue eyes. "Aye. 'at Ah was lass. ur ye steady? ur dae ye need a bit mair time loongin' against me chest? nae 'at Ah min'. names jaune arc. an' eh'd ask fur yer nam but aiblins angels dornt hae names only beautiful faces."

Heat crept up Weiss's face as she pulled herself away from him. She ran sweaty palms over the front of her dress. "Yes. Well..." What was wrong with her? Surely it wasn't because she was attracted to a man simply because he had an appreciation for art and good taste to notice some most never did.

She cleared her throat and steadied herself before lifting her chin and looking him squarely in the eyes. "I hope you enjoy your time gazing at the art. I'd offer to show you the gallery but I'm needed for a meeting with headmistress Salem."

His golden brows rose. "Ah 'en mebbe ye can help me thaur. aam supposed tae see th' quine myself though th' ceilin' fair distracted me."

Weiss bit the inside of her cheek so as not to return the easy smile of this....man. she'd do well to remember that men were little more than decorations themselves.

Offering her arm as Manors dictated she was only affected minutely when she felt his hand wrap around her arm. His hands were calloused and rough against her bare skin and it for whatever reason sent chills racing down her spine.

"It would be my pleasure to escort you headmistress Salem's offices,"she said stiffly.

The walk back was fairly quiet not for lack of trying on his part though. He’d made conversation about just about every piece of art he’d seen. He wouldn’t say he was a conoscere but his lessons included a lot. He was knowledgeable enough to hold conversation and in his areas of expertise, namely the manuscripts they had kept in the castle library, he was more than just a bit informed.

Nothing seemed to help though every time he thought he was making progress the girl would clam up. The sight of the headmistress standing outside the elevator with a very stern looking woman was almost a relief if not for the almost undisguised glare she leveled at him, the head mistress though seemed to smirk

“Lord Arc” she said with a small curtsy.

Well that was interesting she knew his title and the proper way to greet him according to highlander customs. Big bows were only for mocking people. It implied that their egos are so fragile that you had to be over the top to keep them happy. And for a people whose entire culture revolves around ability and resilience, well being called fragile was a very big insult.

But still she’d shown courtesy in only giving a small bow he would have to show courtesy as well. Now the question was elaborate bow or small nod

Jaune ran out of time and panicked as he came face to face with the headmistress

He stuck out his right hand for a hand shake

What the fuck jaune!

She seemed to study him after that and jaune was truly thankful to the lord that losing to his sisters and clansmen had given him an excellent poker face after all this time

“Quine salem yer skale is brammer th' art is inspirin' an' th' groonds weel kept. Ah thenk ye fur th' opportunity tae see them” he said keeping his best commander face on he’d just greeted her as one military leader to another it wasn’t a breach of conduct for either culture but to people who knew of highlander ways it implied that he would not take orders, that he was outside her control and the etiquette that should bind him.

It made it seem like he was refusing to be a hostage

“I saw your men marched out of the city today, they were truly something to behold” she said taking his offered hand “how long were you with them for?”

“Thes is th' first time in mah life Ah hae bin awa' frae them.” he said carefully. Where was she going with this? “Ye seem tae ken much ay mah fowk.”

“I spent some time amongst clan Mac Arthur in my youth”

“Sae only puckle days ago 'en?”

“My, aren’t you a charmer?” she said with a small smile “glynda i have some affairs to handle with Lord Arc, please wait for miss nikos here with miss schnee i will be with them momentarily” the woman glynda, seemed ready to argue when the headmistress cut her off with a glare “i am aware of the propriety of the situation but i assure you it is utterly necessary.” a moment passed between them that seemed to stretch into an hour

“Understood headmistress” glynda said finally “though I fail to understand the purpose”

“I will thank you to keep personal opinions from affecting your decision making skills”

They stepped into the elevator, it seemed there was dissension amongst the ranks

“If you’d rather we can speak in Gaelic here” she said simply, she was superb almost like she’d spoken it for a lifetime

“Very well, lets” he said simply

“Glynda will come around”

“I have no intention of changing her mind, headmistress. I am here to fulfill a treaty, nothing more.” shit he shouldn’t have said it like that

“Oh? And here i heard you came looking for adventure” she knew a lot but he had no time to figure out how she knew it

“I’ve found that what value it has to offer seems to be very limited,” he said, still not looking to the side of him. Years of standing at attention having a great effect on his ability to let nothing he was feeling slip out. Good thing too because he felt like screaming and ripping his own hair out,

What the fuck was he saying?

“I’m sorry to hear that. The highlanders would make a great ally”

“You’ve enemies enough that you seek allies?” he asked, letting a little surprise into his voice “is there to be another war then?”

“There’s always another war” she said simply

“Yes,” he said looking forward “good thing too, I've got job security”

“I’ve found that war gets very little, lord Arc, only heart ache”

“I’ve found that the only way to get what you want is war, headmistress” jaune what the fuck are you doing? “But then again I've never really seen peace so i may be biased” okay that’s good keep going in that direction “i have to wonder if it truly exists, or if it’s not just a brief armistice in an endless war”

She looked over at him now “you’ll have to forgive me,” she said sounding curious “I forgot I was dealing with a highlander, not some puffed up girl with dreams of heroism” she smiled “you’ve seen war have you not? What was your impression of it?”

“A natural reaction to lack” he said honestly, “the opposite of war is not peace, but creation” he looked at her now “war is destruction in an attempt to preserve” he thought back to the clansmen he’d buried

“I think that is the wisest thing I've ever heard said about war,” she said as the doors opened okay good they were on the right track and the atmosphere had clearly lightened. “What would you say to helping me create something new here?” the hall they walked down was filled with portraits, former head mistresses. He noticed something though. Most of the portraits looked like the current head mistress

No they were the current head mistress. Every other painting was her. Sometimes there’d be gaps where others were put in charge but it would always go back to her

“My family has a history of leading this school you see”

He did see “impressive, you look like them”

“Are my looks that impressive to you?” she asked not looking back

“I” he squeaked, he cleared his throat quickly “I did not mean that” she was hot though he meant what he said earlier she seemed young “I mean that your line was impressive”

“Thank you, we’ve accomplished much all together but I fear it pales in comparison to your clan” she said opening the door to her office.

It looked like a throne room with gold and white marble abounding banners of various houses hung with the coat of arms for the beacon school being directly behind the throne. Her desk was at the base of the stairs leading up to the throne.

“But in the time we’ve had we’ve created much” she said walking forward and sitting behind her desk as she motioned him to sit. She leaned forward

“I suspect you’re here because you seek to create something great as well am i right?”

Don’t say anything jaune “yes” god damn it jaune!

“Then let’s discuss your classes for the year,” she said with a smile

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so lemme here your thoughts on the world I've build and what you think of the plot line so far. and what you think of the adjusted characters

[isolated-loser]

Log 0017, 8:18am, 14/5/2019

 Long time no type…

So, thing have been, thinking, pretty good actually.

I started going to the nerd shop on Mondays for some of that good DnD. I co-DM-ed  in queen’s campaign last week, though my PC, a tiefling ranger-lv11/bard-lv1, was there to sort of.  That was fun, tbh.

Today, I played in a new friend, Presh’s campaign, because Queen and her DM couldn’t/didn’t come today, plus she plans on running a campaign soon. Note, calling her Presh, cuss Precious. XP She’s so sweet. I played as a lv4 wood elf, rogue. Which was fun as hell! Not gonna lie. I’m definitely going to play rogue again. plus I saw Artson today and was able to give him back his minis. It’s cool knowing he’s not dead.=)

I don’t like my family/people I don’t know/like/trust touching me. And my mother walked up behind tapped me during the game and shoulder to tell me she was there, full well knowing how much I don’t like that I don’t like her touching me, she’s known that for years. Which started a panic attack that I was able to hide, until I got to the bathroom where I almost had a full on mental breakdown.

Later, when I had to leave with her, thought I really, really didn’t fucking want to. I told her again, I don’t fucking like being touched, because If I don’t she going to do it again. Then she started crying at me, which made me cry, because I hate making people cry. And she was because she thinks, I hate her and that I think she’s dirty. Which is not the case, and I’ve told her that dozens, dozens, dozens, of times.

Not like hating her is not warranted consider that, she’s complicit in 18 motherfucking years of mental abuse at the hands of my goddamn father, which would have been more if the motherfucker didn’t die, semi constant lies, not telling me we had to move until 3am day of, 5 months after she made us lose the last place we lived, that was full the fucking brim of her fucking horded crap to the goddamn point we had to walk though motherfucking trails, that were full of dog piss and shit, oh and don’t forget she pulled me out of school when I was 11, because school in my district was full of black people, and then didn’t even teach me basic math, or take me anywhere there were other kids so I was alone, oh yeah and the drug runs she had been taking  wither on since I was 8 goddamn years old, note she been arrested twice for those, can’t forget the time I had to call 119 because she ODed, so a 16year old had to watch her mother almost die, than shake, and twitch, and scratch, and scream and piss herself, when the goddamn EMS people got there, on the day she didn’t tell we had to move till 3am that morning mind you, plus not only did she do that to me she did it to my baby bother too. I should fucking hate her, she deserve far worse than to be hated, she should have done that to us, we were fucking kids. Kids shouldn’t be put through shit like that.  

Gods, I’m crying again. I need out, I need away from these people.

Something happier now, I plan to, like, run a campaign on Mondays. I’m going to make it like underwater, cuss, like, fuck it, I can, plus it’s cool.

So, I’m still in Lash master’s campaign. It’s been wicked; I’ve loved playing my sweet Danny. He’s been described as a Great Dane who still thinks he’s a puppy. He’s a drop dead gorgeous half orc bard, who was raised by Halflings in a traveling circus. He’s a fucking weirdo, but I love it.

I’m kinda sad about Nymph going home for the summer, tbh. Note hanging with her has made me a lot more huggie.

So, Crush-Kun is soooo, fuck, cute, and nice. ^//////^ Like, I, saw him in his kilt a few weeks ago, he look really hot, tbh. I think he might actually like me, btw. Like, sometimes I catch his eyes, when I look at him, and we always say hi bye to each other, and he’ll make funny faces at me, and generally act playful. Plus when I was hugging when I was heading out a week or two go after I had hugged some other people goodbye, I was had to walk past him, and he put his arms up for a hug without prompting, plus when he did that he told me my stocking were hot. 0/////0 after, when I was literally walking out of the door, cuss I’m a wuss, I told him he looked pretty adorable himself. Like a minute or two later when I was getting in the car, he walked out, cut the store was pretty much closing, we had some more playful banter.

And then last Thursday, when I was walk with Presh out to her car, note Presh is friends with him, I did ask if he was her “boytoy” and she said she wasn’t in to him, then I confect to having a crush on him she thought that was funny btw. Then like a minute later, Crush kun and Bird san were walking out and a yelled out to bird san he can just leave without getting a hug. And Crush kun was all like so I don’t get hug then, then I told him to get back here cuss he did get to bitch about not getting a hug. And he hugged me really tight, his a lot more muscular then I thought he was >/////<, and it was one of thought spiny lifty hugs, high key, I felt super embarrassed about my weight, btw, then he hugged Presh, it was a lifty but not a spiny hug, if that mater. And we all walked towards Presh’s car, and all chatted for a minute, then me we hugged Presh a couple more time before she left. Then Crush-kun and I walked back over to the nerd shop, chatted on the way, and then he asked if I was dating Lego, he said the bearded guy, he didn’t use his name cuss I doubt he knows it, and I told him I wasn’t and people were wondering the same thing about Lego and Nymph, before everybody known about Nymph and Ranger, he said something about rumors and kinda laughed.

But like why would he ask me that? Like, I’m friendly with Lego, laugh at his jokes a lot but there vary, very punny. But like why the fuck would Crush kun ask if dating Lego. It’s possibly, I’m reading in to nothing, but eh………

 Signing Off…    

Favorite song today:  Still Feel – Half Alive

Mood: Generally good,with bad.                  

[agl03]

So one of the prompts I have sitting in my inbox is “Evil Dadcliffe” in response to my “Good Dadcliffe” fic.   And my muse actually came back to me a little and this popped up....anyone interested in seeing it continued?

Radcliffe couldn’t keep the smile that blossomed on his face as he heard the Submarine dock in the distance of the base.  He had sent Aida and the Superior off on their retrieval mission what had seemed like ages ago.  His trap perfectly sprung.  Agent May’s abduction successfully luring not only Coulson away but the formitable Agent Mackenzie as well.  This leaving the new and desperate to please Director Mace alone with Fitzsimmons and Daisy, his abduction serving just as marvelous of a distraction as taking Agent May’s had.  

Coulson played right into his hands and right into his trap.  Allowing him to acquire his true target all along.  

He knew AIDA would be there in a matter of moments and turned his attention from the Darkhold to the Framework cradles that were awaiting their guests, Agent May already tucked away and awaiting her friends.  

“A better world for all of us is coming,” Radcliffe said cheerily as he placed the final touches on the program.  

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Fitz came around slowly with his head pounding and heart racing.  He knew in an instant he had been gassed with the Dendrotoxin gas and made a note to work with Jemma on a way to counteract that from happening. Something small and compact agents could keep in their pockets.  There was something about being knocked out by your own invention that simply wasn’t right.  

As the initial wave of nausea passed he tried to remember what had happened.  They had been in the Superiors base trying to find May and Mace, he had been pulling components of the Framework and Jemma….

“Jemma!” he cried as he tried to sit up only to find to his horror his arms and feet restrained with thick straps.  

AIDA appeared at his side within moments, this version an exact replica of the last.   “Easy Leopold, just relax and this will all be over soon,” she tried to sooth even as she placed the Frameworks head gear into place.  

Panic seized him and Fitz tried to shake it off, not wanting to be trapped in there like May had been.

“AIDA please stop,” he tried.   “You were programmed not to hurt anyone and you are hurting me now.”  

She simply ignored him and continued to work.  Fitz could only watch as she began to scan him.  “Please,” he tried again.

“It’s okay my dear boy, I would never harm you,” Radcliffe said appeared to be a lab.   With a start Fitz realized Radcliffe was dressed as he was, in simple grey pajamas.   “Your friends are already settling into the new world, safe, sound and happy.”

“I trusted you!” Fitz shouted as he pulled again at his restraints and allowed the tears of frustration to fall.   This was all his fault.  He had vouched for Radcliffe, allowed him in,  let him see his work, perfected ADIA and the Framework, and had encouraged AIDA to read the book.  

Radcliffe offered a soft smile.   “You are like a son to me Fitz, the son I had always wanted but could never have.”

“You have a funny way of showing it!” Fitz snapped back.  

Radcliffe ran a hand over Fitz’s forehead in a fond gesture.   “I was so appalled when I heard of how Alistair had treated you. He complained on the train nearly every day that you’d tear apart the radio or the toaster.  How you were shy around the other kids at your school. And the cost of your advanced classes.   He  squandered  such a gift because he was too thick to understand your genius.  But I understand and appreciate it my boy.  Look at what we created in a mere few months, imagine what we could do with a lifetime.”  

Fitz felt his eyes widen and couldn’t jerk away from the cold touch.   “I’ll never work with you ever again.  Not after what you’ve done, so let me and the others go before you make this any worse than it already is.”

The elder man chuckled to look at the progress, a simple not from AIDA indicating the scan was complete.   “I have it all arranged, you’ll have the father you’ve always wanted…deserved….and we’ll make the world a better place.   You’ll see when you wake up.”

“Your mad!” Fitz pleaded again. Completely helpless as AIDA began to activate the program.  

Fitz knew he only had moments before he was pulled in, “Please tell me Jemma is okay, she wasn’t harmed.”

Radcliffe’s hand was smoothing his hair again, “I would never harm her Fitz, I know precisely how much she means to you and you mean to her.  What you have is as beautiful as what I have with Agnes.  I would never take that from you.  Jemma will be collected shortly and you will be reunited before you know it.”

Darkness was coming and the final tears escaped.  If he couldn’t save himself he could at least try to save her, “You have me, please leave her alo….”

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Warm sun streamed through the windows and illuminated the long figure curled up in the bed.  

Jemma hadn’t felt so content in ages, snuggled in one of the most comfortable beds she had ever been in, completely surrounded by the comforting scent that was distinctly Fitz.   It took a few moments for the memories of the day to catch up to her and her eyes to snap open.  

The Framework.

She had gone into the Framework to save Fitz and the others.  

She sat up and took in the room in order to piece together where she had landed.  The room was grand yet managed to be warm all at the same time. Rich hardwoods, with antique furniture decorating it.  Jemma felt tears turn when she realized what it was.   She had shown it to Fitz a few months ago when she had started shopping for an apartment.  It was the master bedroom from a Castle in Scotland she had fallen in love with.   Even going as far as to put it in her book as inspiration, intent on decorating their room at their apartment in a similar, yet much less costly, fashion.  

Her attention fell on the nightstand where a picture sat in a fine silver frame.  Fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.   The picture was of her and Fitz on their wedding day.   Like the room it was what she had always dreamed of.   Fitz in a kilt though the tartan in the picture definitely wasn’t that of Fitz’s family.  Jemma remembered Fitz’s mother proudly displaying them and the coat of arms in her living room.  Her dress was simple and elegant lace, her hair swept up and adored with small diamond pins.  

It was only when Jemma reached for the frame that she caught sight of the wedding bands on her hand.   An engagement ring with a large diamond nested with a band of Vibranian of Fitz’s own design.  She would know his work anywhere.  

She was careful as she slipped out of bed.  Listening for the shower or another clue where Fitz had gone.   If he was her husband it should be that hard to get him to the back door.  He could possibly assist with helping to find where Daisy had landed.  

The door suddenly sprang open and the young maid started, “Lady Radcliffe, wasn’t aware you were awake. My sincerest of apologies mam.”

Jemma wasn’t able to stop herself from collapsing back on the bed, Lady Radcliffe?

The maid let out a startled scream as Jemma fell, running to her side and calling for help before Jemma could stop her.  

“I just stood up too fast, no need to fuss,” Jemma insisted even as she tried to calm fight the panic that welled within her.  

Jemma’s pleas fell on deaf ears as more servants streamed in, one with water, and another with fruit.   “Master Leopold is on his way,” another said.  And in that moment Jemma was torn, still reeling from what she learned and wanting to see Fitz again.  In the end she allowed them to lead her back into the bed and sipped the offered water.   Unable to stop her eyebrow from raising when she realized it had been infused with strawberries.   A rare treat for herself she hadn’t had time for in ages.

The different tartan suddenly making sense, it was Radcliffe’s, not Fitz’s.  

“Oh God,” she breathed, those attending to her looking pale.  

“Jemma!?”

Jemma’s head whipped up at the sounds of his voice.   Desperate and cracking as it had that day on Maveth when he had come through the portal for her.  

The servants cleared away as Fitz burst through the door, “Out!” he ordered as he ran to her side and took her hand.   The servants gone within a matter of seconds.  

“What happened?” He said his voice going from authoritative to gentle in the blink of an eye.   “Is it the baby?”

Jemma felt herself go weak again and this time fell into Fitz’s arms, the shock nearly too much to process.  

His arms closed around her in and instant and he dropped a tender kiss to the top of her head.   “Do I need to call my parents to come and look you over?”

Jemma wasn’t sure how many more surprises she could bear.  For if she was Lady Radcliffe, that would mean that Fitz wasn’t Leopold Fitz he was Leopold Radcliffe, most definitely the son of Doctor Holden Radcliffe.   This was supposed to be Radcliffe’s paradise after all and he appeared to have given himself a family along with god knew what else.  

“Jem,” Fitz said again.

Not ready to face Radcliffe or anyone else Jemma shook her head and burrowed deeper into his chest.   “That won’t be necessary, pregnancy is a fickle thing as you know.  All I need is you right now.”  

Fitz kissed her again, “Then it’s me you shall have.   Madame Hydra can wait for those specs on Looking Glass from us, Da will understand.”

His simple statement the final straw and Jemma allowed the Darkness to overcome her.

[bobby-singers-library]

A Whirlwind Romance Chapter 20

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It was 8am the next morning and Jo was trying to get Will ready to go, the little boy couldn't decide what he wanted to bring. Jo had already gotten him dressed and packed a couple sets of his clothes in her bag. Now she was just trying to get him to pick only two of his stuffed animals to come with them, one to carry and one to go in the bag.

Once he finally choose to pack his raggity bunny and carry the floppy dog she was able to close the bag up and take Will and herself downstairs for a quick breakfast. She made sure he ate, even though he was so excited he could hardly sit still.

“Are we gonna swim in the loch?” asked Will as he picked up a piece of toast.

“I'm not sure, baby boy. I think it might be too cold.” Jo responded as she ran a hand over his hair.

“Ok,” he said with a pout, “Why you aren't eating?” he asked.

“I have a nervous stomach.” she smiled at him, “I've never been to a castle before, do you think I'll like it?”

“Uh huh.” he nodded and smiled at her. “Nana is there,” he said pleased.

“Nana?” asked Jo confused.

The little boy nodded “She is big fluffy puppy, like in Peter Pan.”

“Oh I see. Well I look forward to meeting her.” she smiled at him, wondering what kind of dog it was, “Are there other animals?”

“Yeah, sheeps and cows.” he said seriously.

“Great,” Jo smiled.

Crowley walked in the door, “Hey, there's my favorite people, are you two ready to go?” he asked as he snagged a piece of toast from the table.

“Yeah, I left the bag by the door. I just put his stuff in my bag there was plenty of room.” replied Jo as she tilted her head up so he could kiss her on the lips.

Crowley dropped her a quick peck, “Sounds good. We should head out.”

“Is Bobby here yet?” Jo asked worriedly.

“He just came in, he ran upstairs to change and get his bag, he said it would only take a minute.” replied Crowley with a smirk.

“I can't believe he stayed out all night.” Jo shook her head.

“I know, we should ground him.” Crowley said as he dusted off Will's face and picked him up.

Jo laughed, “Maybe we should, he's been a bad boy.”

“Whose been a bad boy?” asked Bobby as he came up to them near the front door.

Jo grinned at him, “You, mister stayed out all night with some woman!”

Bobby looked embarrassed, “Yeah well....” he shrugged and walked out the front door with his bag pulled behind him. Jo and Crowley grinned at each other and followed.

When they got to the airport Jo was worried about security checks and being on time, when she mentioned it Grandfather just chuckled, “We won't have to go through security, we make a lot of trips to Scotland, so we invested in a small private jet, a Challenger 300, just for travel within UK.” He smiled at her.

Jo and Bobby shot each other looks, as they were led out a door and to a small jet that had the door open and a staircase coming out of it, the pilot was already there waiting for them. They loaded onto the jet and buckled in to the light gray leather seats. Jo found it was a lot different riding in a small jet then a large one. It was nice being able to get up and move around during the flight, Will spent most of the flight running up and down the plane and crawling into peoples laps to look out their windows. Bobby fell asleep pretty quick with his hat pulled over his eyes, Jo thought he was pretending to get out of talking to anyone about the night before, because whenever she saw Will jump and Bobby's lap he would put a steadying hand on the little boy.

They got to Scotland in a little over an hour and when they exited the airport there was two cars waiting for them. They loaded themselves into the vehicles and enjoyed the scenic drive to Dunvegan Castle. They came through the woods and suddenly there was a clearing with a parking lot. They parked and piled out of the cars. Grandfather motioned for everyone to follow him, they walked to one end of the lot, and there across a short bridge was the castle.  Will was already halfway across and heading for the entrance. Before he made it to the entrance the front doors opened and a man and woman came out. The woman was dressed in work clothes, like she had just came from working outside, the man was wearing a traditional kilt with a work shirt and jacket.

“Finally made it, did you, M'lords?” he asked in a thick accent.

“Aye, we did, and quite happy to be home!” Called Grandfather. “Meet the new lady!” said Grandfather happily as he gestured to Jo.

“Oh, hello, I'm Joanna.” Jo smiled and came forward to shake his hand.

“I'm Alban Macleod and this is my wife Cairistiona. We're the caretakers of the castle.” he said as he shook her hand.

“It's nice to meet you,” Jo said as she then took Cairistiona's hand. “I've never heard that name before, it's beautiful,” she said to Cairistiona.

“Aye, it's a Scottish variant of Christine.” smiled Cairistiona as she shook Jo's hand. “You can just call me Cairi everyone does.”

“So are you cousins or?” asked Jo

“Somewhere along the line we are, there are a lot of us Macleods you know.” laughed Alban.

Everyone moved into the castle, as they walked in there was a grand wood staircase that led down into the castle and two side hallways that led to different wings. The walls were a a gray blue color, and on the walls hung painting of family members. Alban took Grandfathers suitcase and walked with him in one direction, while Cairi nodded her head and went back out the door. Roderick headed down into the castle, to do what Jo didn't know. Crowley motioned for her and Bobby to follow him. He scooped up Will and they followed him to a set of stairs that went up. Once they made it to a hallway and Bobby was shown a room, they continued on a couple of doors before Crowley stopped at one and opened it. He flipped on the lights and motioned for Jo to go in first.

She walked in the room to look around. There was a large bed with a carved wood headboard, there were thick wool rugs on the wood floor, there was a wooden dress and armoire, she could see a door so she went to that, inside was a modestly sized bathroom. As she looked around Crowley set Will down. “Open the curtains,” he smiled at Jo.Jo glanced around and realized there were heavy curtains on the far side of the room. She pulled them opened and gasped. You could see the Loch Dunvegan and rolling hills beyond. It was a beautiful day so the water was blue and hills looked bright green, you could see cottages and sheep dotting the landscape. Jo turned and smiled at him, “It's beautiful.” she smiled and turned back around to look more. Will tugged her hand, so she bent down to pick him up so he could look out as well. Crowley came over to join them, he put an arm around her waist. “If you want, I thought we could go do a seal tour?” he said smiling.

Will bounced in her arms and clapped, while Jo scrunched her eyebrows, “A seal tour?” she asked turning to look at him.

He grinned, “It's very popular, the seals are here at this time of year. There are also fishing tours.”

Jo smiled happily, “That sounds wonderful, I always wanted to go to the wharf in San Francisco to see seals and sea lions.”

“It's better here.” Crowley said with a smirk. Jo rolled her eyes but thought he was probably right.

After a fun day out on the Loch looking at seals and walking along the waters edge Jo was exhausted. She and Will took a nap in her and Crowley's room while Crowley went to spend some time in the office/library with the other men. Several hours later Crowley made his way back to the bedroom to wake Jo and Will. He shook them awake, they needed to get ready for the small welcoming party that was set to start in about an hour. It wasn't a large affair, just 25 distant family members/land holders who lived in the area and were close to the family, they would be introduced to Jo as his future wife, have dinner, then drinks in the larger family room.

Jo moaned and groaned but she got up. She took a quick shower while Crowley took Will to his room to dress him for the evening. Jo had decided while at Albion Highland that she would do a more informal look for the party, it wasn't a huge formal affair so she could get away with it. She put on a dress from Anthropologie she had gotten a few days before. It was black velvet and form fitting. It went just past her knees, and the sleeved went around her biceps leaving her shoulders bare. She paired it with a pair of lace up, high heeled boots in the loud Macleod tartan pattern she had found at Albion Highland. Then she placed a matching loud Macleod Tartan sash over her right shoulder, it went across her chest and back to meet on her left hip where she pinned it with a round broach sporting the family crest, which was a belt in a circle with a bulls head in the center inscribed with 'Hold Fast' the family motto.

Once she was done with that she clipped her hair up half way, so it would be out of her face, but still hang down her back. She got the Scottish seed pearl parure out of her bag. She opened it and started putting the pieces on. First she pinned the hair piece on, she put it towards the bun she had made at the top of her head, then she put the earring in, then came the necklace, which was much lighter then the last one she wore, lastly she put on the bracelets, one on each wrist. There was also a small broach but she didn't know where she could put it, so she left it in the box.

Crowley walked in as she was checking her appearance in the mirror, he smiled at seeing her in his family colors. “You look lovely, darling.”

Jo turned to him and smiled, “The shoes aren't too much?” she asked looking down at the bright yellow tartan boots that matched her sash.

Crowley laughed, “No, just expect all the ladies to ask where you got them,” he said giving her a quick kiss before he opened the armoire to get his own outfit out for the night.

Jo smiled, pleased, before sitting on the bed to watch him get dressed. He took off all of his clothes including underwear, he put on a crisp white shirt before picking up his kilt (in the same Loud Macleod tartan as Jo was wearing) and wrapping it around his waist and buckling it at his side. He sat down on the bench at the end of the bed and pulled on his black kilt hose (which looked like knee socks to Jo), he fastened garters and yellow flashes just below his knee and folded the top of the hose down over the garter so just the flashes were showing, hanging on either side of his legs. He then put on his shoes (called brogues Jo had learned) and tied those. He stood up and picked up his sporran and attached that to the front of his kilt. With that done he grabbed a pin that looked like the one Jo had used on her sash and pinned it to the bottom of his kilt, below it in his right sock he slipped a small knife.

“I didn't get a knife.” said Jo with a pout.

Crowley looked at her and smiled, “It's traditional.” he grinned, “But I have another one if you want to slip it in your boot?”

Jo smiled and nodded, “I would love that.”

Crowley opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled another small knife out handing it to her, she immediately slipped it into her right boot so only the handle would show. “Very nice.” grinned Crowley. He quickly put his black vest on and buttoned it, then added his black dress jacket on top. Crowley held his arms out when he was done, “What do you think?” he asked.

“You look....surprisingly hot.” said Jo considering him, “I wasn't sure about the kilt, but I really like it...and....your not wearing underwear. Which is kind of doing things to me.” she said with a flirty smirk.

Crowley laughed and stepped closer to her to wrap his arms around her and press them together, “Traditionally you don't wear underwear with a kilt, if you did then it would just be a skirt.”

Jo laughed then leaned forward to kiss him briefly before pulling back. “We should take a picture of us, we match.” said Jo happily as she went to the bed to find where she tossed her phone.

Crowley shook his head in amusement but didn't disagree. They stood in front of the mirror together and took a couple of pictures, trying to get one where you could see both their outfits.

Just when they were done taking pictures the door squeaked open and Will came in, he was dressed in the exact same outfit as Crowley, only in miniature. Jo couldn't help herself from gushing about how cute he was, she made them take a couple more pictures with Will in them before they headed downstairs to start meeting guests.

Jo was surprised at how regal her Macleod men could look while wearing what she always equated to a skirt. But they made it look good. Even Bobby looked good in his (he had chosen the common Macleod tartan), he seemed rather uncomfortable at times but Jo thought he pulled it off. She made sure to snap a couple of pictures of him, Crowley, Roderick, Will, and Grandfather all standing together. She wanted to make sure she had proof to show everyone back home.

Everyone gathered in the large dining room to have dinner, there were people coming in and out serving food, Jo wondered if they always worked here or had just been hired for the night, but there never seemed to be a good time to ask Crowley. The main course at dinner was fish, Jo assumed it came from the Loch. She liked it, and ate plenty of it along with the vegetables that were served. There was a lot of ale going around, which she had taken a sip of and decided she wasn't going to drink. When one of the waitresses (Jo didn't know what else to call them) asked her if she wanted something else to drink she had asked if they had any soda, the girl brought her something bright orange in a glass, when she asked what it was the girl had said Irn-Bru. Jo had just smiled and said thank you. She took a sniff of it, it smelled like cream soda, she shrugged and took a sip of it. It was definitely carbonated, but it was hard to tell what it tasted like, vaguely orange and cream was the best she could figure. She drank the whole glass of it over the course of dinner and she still wasn't sure she liked it.

Once dinner was over the whole party moved to a large sitting room, there were couches and chairs and two fire places. At some point Jo got separated from Crowley and ended up with a group of ladies sitting around one of the fireplaces. They were asking her all sorts of questions about her life in America, then they moved on to asking her about meeting Crowley. One of the older ladies who had remained quiet but had been watching Jo closely finally spoke, as soon as she opened her mouth all the other ladies went silent, “Aren't you a little young for our Crowley?” she asked in a serious tone.

Jo raised an eyebrow, maybe she was sensitive to the subject because of the fuss her mother was making, but she wasn't about put up with it from anyone else, “No, I'm not.” Jo said in a firm voice.

The older lady raised an eyebrow, “Then you are blessed to be older then you look? How old are you?”

“I'm 25. But we love each other very much so our ages don't matter.” Jo starred the older woman down, not looking away or shrinking from her intense look.

“Well, you've got back bone that's for sure. None of my daughters-in-law have ever managed to stare me down like you have!” she laughed. “You'll make a fine match for him, he needs a woman who won't bend under pressure.” she smiled at Jo.

The tension in the group broke and all the ladies laughed and started talking again. Jo felt like she had just passed some test but she wasn't sure. She looked down suddenly when she felt a small hand touch her knee. Will was standing next to her rubbing his eyes. She gave him a soft smile, it was past his bed time. She pulled him up into her lap and let him cuddle into her. She rubbed his back, lulling him to sleep quickly.

When Jo glanced up from him she noticed all the other ladies were watching her with smiles. She grinned back at them. “He's tired. Past his bed time.” She chatted with them awhile longer, the sound of her voice not disturbing Will in the slightest. By midnight all the guests were gone and Will had been put to bed, a shaggy bearded collie named Nana beside him.

The next day Crowley spent taking Jo and Bobby around on a tour with Will and Nana not far behind, or ahead depending on what they were doing. The more they saw the more Jo fell in love with the place. Crowley took them to the gardens where they lazily walked around the paths,and over the little bridges, Jo was especially taken with the waterfalls.

They were sitting on a bench together watching Will and Nana playing in front of the large greenhouse, “I think we should get married here.” said Jo leaning against him with a smile on her face. “It's so beautiful here, I love it so much.”

Crowley grinned at her, “Really? You would want to do that?”

“Yes, definitely.” she pressed closer to him.

“That hasn't happened in a long time, a Duke or future Duke actually marrying here. I think it was my great grandparents.” he speculated.

“Really? Your parents didn't?” she asked.

“No, they married in London. At the time the castle wasn't in as good a condition as it is now. In the 90's we had a lot of restorations done, as well as putting in the gardens.”  he replied.

“Is it nice here in the winter?” she asked,

“There is snow, it can get cold, but I like it. I always loved coming here for Christmas. Why?” he wondered.

“I thought, maybe a December wedding.” She pulled back to smile at him, “What do you think?”

He grinned at her and pulled her close to kiss her gently on the mouth before pulling away to press their foreheads together, “That sounds perfect.” he smiled.

“Great! Now we can start planning,” she replied happily. Crowley groaned and Jo elbowed him in the side laughing when he grunted. “For now though, we should take Will down to the Loch. We promised him.” Crowley nodded.

AN: http://www.dunvegancastle.com/

Dunvegan Castle is on the Isle of Skye and is the traditional residence of the Macleod family. Check out the link, it is an amazing place. It is open to the public, I think it would be amazing to visit!

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The Blue Room (missing 02x08 moment)

She weighed next to nothing in his arms. So fragile yet strong at the same time. They were breathing each other so deeply… The heat of the fire in their room had nothing on them. It was about comfort, it was about healing and it turned into so much more so fast. They were the extension of the fire at that moment.

“Let’s go bed.”

“Aye.”

Jamie slowly walked the distance between where they stood and the bed, like he was walking on clouds. His hands running from her backside to her thighs and just holding her up as he did, had left a trail of tingling sensation that Claire was still reeling from. She needed his big hands on her again, lighting up her every nerve. There was a time not long ago that she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it, or wanted to feel it, or that she could. But only those hands, made for her, given to him for her, like he had once said, could heal her.

She was running her smooth delicate fingers on his nape and upper back, drawing patterns and words they could not utter, since breathing was turning into a hardship at this point. Claire needed out of her stays, she felt restrained. All she wanted was his weight on her, his burning hot skin against her. She wanted to feel his muscles and scars, to kiss them, to lick his perfect worked stomach. Tonight she was hungry for him in a way that only love filled with lust could explain. And he is mine.

How is this woman mine? Jamie asked himself that question many times and caging Claire with his toned arms atop the bed just reminded him yet again of the wonder of her love for him. That flushed beauty, her mouth semi-open for his kisses, her teasing eyes… He ran his nose along her neck and caught her lips. She tugged on his hair for dear life and her tongue came out to dance with his, to claim him. Like any person else could compare… If he could, he would be claimed like this every single day of his life.

And the flames went higher…

Jamie held himself up on his elbows, close to the precipice of losing balance altogether, as Claire started running her foot up his calf, lifting the kilt ever so slightly. Biting him gently on the lower lip, she released the auburn curls and sat on the mattress. Like on their wedding night, he helped her untie the restraining stays, and exactly like on their wedding night their gazes didn’t leave one another. Only difference was, the desire was stronger, the air was heavier.

After removing the stays, Claire unbuckled the kilt’s belt and maddeningly teasing, slowly removed the plaid in all his glorious folds aside. He was intensely ready himself. It overwhelmed all her senses like always. If it weren’t Jamie, this lack of control would have left Claire nervous, but it could never happen with Jamie… “Jamie.” She breathed.

“I’m here, Sorcha.”

He lifted her shift over her head, the sudden gush of cool air caused by the movement of it making her nipples stiffen. That and the dark blue gaze that didn’t fail to shake her to her core. She was still in her stockings, one loose and one still fastened with a flimsy pink tie. She made a move to take them off but he didn’t let her, holding her hands, he placed them around his neck again, while he ran his hands up her glorious round arse and held her tight around the waist, closer to him. Not one inch of room left to breathe anything else but the sweet scent of each other, enhanced by the flames that only went higher.

He started kissing and sucking on her neck, tasting her herbal sweetness, moving one hand to comb her curls away. The only sound in Jamie’s ears were Claire’s exquisite soft moans. Those sounds that made him go mad, also made him relinquish all his senses to her incredibly smooth skin. Moving to her lips again, the intense and slow kiss held a promise of contained words. Words that were not enough to describe the chemistry that happened between them in these moments. He wanted to watch her lose herself.

Feeling Jamie peeling his beautiful mouth away from her, Claire whimpered. He replied by putting his forehead against hers and swayed for a bit holding her in place. One hand tucked her hair behind her ear and a cheeky smirk came upon his face as he dragged his hands over her arms and laid down. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted to give it to him.

That bed and its magic blue quilt was their sanctuary, a place that held many whispers and sweet nothings, said in the dark of the night and in the fresh light of the dawn.

Jamie lay down and placed a hand on his wife, his goddess, guiding her to climb on top of him. The sensations was overwhelmingly satisfying, it was a lightning coursing through them, echoes of thunder reverberating through their limbs. Smiling at her, he put both hands on her shoulders as she started to rock. Slowly, he let his arms run along hers and up again. Their breathing was erratic.

She was supporting herself on him, the marble of his torso feeling like an anchor in a sea of blue quilt. “You feel so good, Jamie.”

“Mo nighean donn”, he said in a whisper like sob. “Don’t stop, Claire…” Moaning, their hearts and bodies rode each other. Jamie placed his hand in the center of Claire’s chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart, slowly reaching for her ivory breasts, kneading and teasing her.

He loved watching her - her head dropping backwards as she started to lose herself in the moment - trying to remain “bodily sober” enough to see her face change a thousand beautifully different ways with their lovemaking, but he too was about to lose it as well.

Claire leaned forward gifting her breasts to him and Jamie thought heaven was upon him. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked and softly bit and felt Claire shiver under her hands. She held his head with some force and if Jamie were to die for lack of air, he would have died one happy man.

“You’re so beautiful, Claire. Please don’t stop mo nighean donn, more.”  

“Oh Jamie, my love.”

Claire was starting to lose herself entirely, holding onto Jamie’s neck and shoulders wanting to kiss him, but not wanting him to take his mouth from where it was. Jamie groaned and sat up completely. She kissed him urging for his tongue to meet hers, trying to get into him and he was getting into her. So deep, so passionate, so so so much, but never enough.

Claire caressed his face, marveling at his furrowing brow, smoothing it, kissing it. They were still riding thunder as Jamie brought one hand down to touch the place, hot enough as to make metal melt, as to turn coal into diamond. Then, he buried his face in her neck, she burying her nails in his back, and ecstasy ensued. Together, they became one. Jamie kept his face on her neck, Claire was overdone with one long sob leaving her lips as the aftershocks came through. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t breathe and neither could he.

After the lingering effects washed over them, Jamie held his well rested wife against him. She propped herself on her elbow, kissed and caressed his pecs and whispered, smiling, “Tha gaol agam ort, mo Seaumais”.

“‘Till our life should be done, my Claire.”

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(Thank you to the masters @suhailauniverse and @gotham-ruaidh for the advice and corrections <3 <3.)

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January Blues

Is it just me, or does anyone else think January is a weird month? I feel like it’s all about coming down from a high of the Christmas excitement, then you are back with a bang to the reality of the school routine, work, house chores, diets and to top it off it’s a bloody 5 week month! 😞

The lows - I haven’t had much time to myself this month, hence why this is my first blog of 2018. Scarlett has still not mastered the art of sleeping through so we are still living on broken sleep. 😴

My anxiety has been at an all time high as I have been going through some personal issues which has be really hard for me. I fee like I am battling with myself day and night. However, I am determined to surround myself with good people, do lots of crystal work on myself and surround my house and pulse points with oils. I received some samples from my lovely friend Leigh, who works with DoTERRA oils. 😌

I have cried many tears this month, the panic attacks are back and I question what kind of person I am and what choices I have made. My thyroid might as well be non existent, I have daily aches pains and the exhaustion is hard to handle with a 6 year old, 8 month old and the lack of sleep. I also joined Slimming World at the start of the month with no luck after 4 weeks of diet and exercise to not even shift even 1lb of weight. That, I can tell you, is hard to hear every week when people are losing 3-4lbs most weeks. I invested in a Thriva bloods kit to test my thyroid levels, as I have to battle with the doctors to take the right bloods so I can find out what medication I need to be on, but to be told they don’t have what I need due to the lack of funds is also another kick in the teeth. So, everyday I wake up to another battle, but I have no choice to get on with it. I remind myself everyday that I have a man that loves me and two beautiful girls to look after. I’m surrounded by my loving family and friends who have been there this month when I have needed them the most, these people know who they are and I am eternally grateful. 😘

The highs - well now I’ve got a the shitty stuff off my chest there has been a few highs this month.

I SAID YES TO THE DRESS!!! Really that has made a shitty month turn into a perfect month. I can’t believe I found my wedding dress in the first shop, and after trying on just 5 dresses I knew as soon as I put it on that I had found ’the one'. It’s all becoming very real now. The other half and I also went to choose his kilt the other week and my heart skipped a beat seeing him in his full kilt attire. What a lucky woman I am.😍

We only have 163 days to go until the wedding! Woop! The vows have been sent to our Humanist, menu tasting is this weekend, cake tasting next weekend. So it’s all go go go… not really sure what I will do with myself after this wedding has been and gone! 🤷🏻‍♀️

My lovely friend Fiona who is with Bumps, Bairns & Beyond has put me on a 12 week exercise plan with a few other ladies (I use the word ladies very loosely haha). So I’m back in the exercise game, I have a plan and I’m sticking to it. Gets me out of the house and hopefully when my medication gets sorted I might even loose a little weight before wedding. 💪🏼

Yesterday I attended my hospital appointment to which I had the outcome I had been hoping for, endometrial ablation. For those of you not sure what it is, it's the surgical destruction of the lining tissues of the uterus. Due to my extreme heavy periods and the pain I get every month. This is so major to me even the prospect of having it done before wedding makes me want to shout from the roof tops. It’s taken me nearly 2 years to get this done. Men have no idea how lucky they are!!! 🤦🏻‍♀️

My last high of the month, was on 29th January at 23:59 – my childhood friend Mhairi and her hubby Chris, welcomed baby Charlie into the world. I can’t wait to meet him. Well done Mhairi, I’m so proud of you for pushing out 8lbs 9 1/2 oz!!!! 💙

So, January, I’m happy to see the back of you… February I have no idea what you have in store but I’m giving myself a shake and getting ready for a new month. To kick it off I’ll be doing a 28 day positive affirmation post on my business page every morning. Fitness and diet back on track. I start my new collagen tables that I received in my Glossy box (also got a second box from my lovely friend Lizzie). So wedding skin here I come!  

Hope everyone is ready for a positive February.

Love Sara x 🧡