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eyes-onthehorizon · 6 months ago

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The Old Guard Provide... Leverage

It's the 1800s, and Martha recently left the employ of Sir Archibald Graham for reasons she can't discuss. The Old Guard help her get revenge and closure with a healthy dose of found family on the side. A reworking of February is a Month Like Any Other because it desperately needed editing. An Old GuardxLeverage mashup. Rape is implied and the circumstances around it are discussed in detail; the violence itself is only alluded to.

chapter one (ao3)

chapter two

Three

We meet our client: Martha Jones.

formidable [ˈfɔr mɪ də bəl, ˌfɔrˈmɪd ə bəl]

Word forms: adjective

arousing feelings of awe or admiration because of grandeur, strength, etc.

(“I was called formidable once, and I will not let this ridiculous sham of a game ruin my reputation!”

“Yes, Nicoló, you are very intimidating. Put the crystal balls down now, please.”)

Andy had been the one to meet Martha and bring her in. She had a way of just knowing which people needed their help in a crowd, and Martha had been in need of help for some time.

Like most of the people they’d supported, she was brilliant and hard done by. Unlike most people, she had landed somewhat on her feet. This meant she had the luxury of anger. Nico always struggled to listen to their client’s stories – once he had actually ground his teeth flat and had to excuse himself because of the pain – but Martha’s was the one that inspired the plan in him.

(Usually they let Andy do the planning, both because she was smarter than the two of them combined, and she desperately needed something to occupy her time so she wouldn’t think about the… void in her life.)

Martha had approached the table cautiously, and even Yusuf’s friendly smile hadn’t done much to lighten the tension. “Andromache says you’re here to help?” It was difficult to tell whether the question rose at the end because of hope or suspicion. Probably both.

Nico had simply nodded, and then took a bite of toffee just so he had something to chew on. Martha looked bemused, then shook her head and took a seat. Yusuf looked at him with great amusement – that’s very reassuring behaviour, hayati – while Andy did her level best to just ignore him.

“What are you looking for help with?” asked Yusuf.

Martha took a deep breath, twirling the ends of her scarf round her fingers. “Before I answer that, let me ask you this: What d’you know of Sir Archibald Graham?”

Yusuf frowned immediately, mentally flicking through his knowledge of Debrett’s. “He’s the Duke of Montrose, up in Scotland. He lives in… Whiterose Manor? Whitehall? White-something, near Aberdeen.”

Andy’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she was otherwise completely still. Yusuf was getting into his stride now. “That’s where Castlestead is! Andromache – William Wallace?”

Andy nodded, a nostalgic look on her face.

“Never mind William Wallace. D’you know anything else or just ancient history?” Martha prodded. Yusuf took a deep breath as not to laugh.

Nico swallowed his mouthful of toffee and spoke. “He’s extraordinarily wealthy, he is a widower, and he goes through staff at a higher-than-usual rate, which is never a good sign.”

Martha nodded, then hesitated. “What exactly d’you all do?”

Andy finally joined the conversation. “We will do whatever needs to be done to get you a life that is comfortable and happy. We gather information and use it to fix things. In short, we provide… leverage.”

Martha’s dad had been so proud when she’d shared the news. She’d been working as a maid for nearly 3 years locally, and impressed the Duke – a Duke! – so thoroughly that he’d had his valet send for her in the final days of his visit.

She’d made sure to curtsy low and explained her duties well. For his part, he’d listened more intently than she’d expected, and asked quite a few questions. She’d left the interview with a more senior job offer and spring in her step. Her father had been hoping she’d rise up the ranks at the rectory (well, one rank, given that there was only Maid and Housekeeper at the place) but to work at a Manor for one of the highest-ranking peers in the country was beyond anything he’d dreamt of for her. Even if she was all the way in Scotland. He’d never even left London.

But she had. She’d left the job after little over a year of service, Mr Cottom losing the retirement they had both planned for him. Her dad had grudgingly put her up but refused to hear a bad word against the Duke. They barely spoke nowadays.

“The chances of you making Head Maid are high if you keep working hard, love.”

“I won’t let you down, Dad.”

She sat straight as a board, and recanted her story with nary a waver in her voice. Martha could barely feel the rage licking at her skin – it had become background noise, something she didn’t need to look at closely any more. She didn’t even have to fight to keep her face impassive. She recited the whole thing mechanically in under five minutes, and only struggled with tears right at the end.

It really wasn’t a surprising tale, she’d found. Scratch the surface at any Big House and you’d find someone with a similar story. The lucky ones had someone to lean on.

Martha was not one of the lucky ones.

She’d made the mistake of meeting Joseph’s gaze right as she was telling them about her father’s reaction to the whole sorry affair. The other two were alright; Andy’s gaze was assessing and Nick was focused on anything but herself, but Joseph looked at her as if he held the world’s empathy in his eyes. Martha hated him for it.

“Three days of travelling on foot, sleeping in stables… I traded my mother’s bracelet for passage in a coach from Leeds. It took me a week to get home, and one second for my dad to slam the door in my face.” Martha’s face contorted. “He’d heard from Sir Graham, said I’d stolen from the Big House. He said he wouldn’t harbour a thief, no matter if she was his daughter.”

She’d tangled her fingers in her scarf ends. Slowly unpicking the knots she’d made, Martha took a shuddering breath. “Ms B put me up for a night or two while Will went and talked some sense into the old man. He won’t listen to me but he let me have my room back.”

She looked around at each of them. “Well, it’s no small thing for a girl to have her own room in London, is it? He could’ve turned me out on his ear, and where would I be then?” Joseph’s eyes had gotten sad. Martha could withstand many things, but pity was not one of them.

She abruptly stood and shook each of their hands before marching out of the Emporium.

“I can’t wait to give her father a piece of my mind,” Yusuf muttered, glowering at the table. “Better yet, I can’t wait for her to do so herself. He doesn’t deserve to call her his daughter.”

“He might not, any more.” Nico observed, rocking back on his chair. He ignored the unappreciative look Yusuf sent him, saying instead, “she’s a formidable woman.”

“I like her.” Andy said with a decisive nod of her head.

“Let’s begin.”

#writeblr #ao3 #fic #the old guard #leverage #the old guard provide... leverage #may writing challenge

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jabbage · 1 year ago

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years ago

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Hi Aine, could I request some Easter egg hunt headcanons for Yami, Asta and William please <3

AHHHH I'm late for Easter!! My apologies honey, hopefully you had a happy Easter <3 Hehe, this is also very fun to do, thank you for requesting this!

Yami | Asta | William

Yami Sukehiro x gn! reader

So initially he didn't want to join. He thinks it's a hassle and he's hella lazy. But since you were part of the organiser and the bulls kept pestering him to join, he agreed to do it.

But anyway he looks like he doesn't care, but he ends up finding quite a number of easter eggs. He's a show off about it too.

"Heh. This is way too easy. Can you brats at least give me a challenge before asking me to participate?"

They start opening the eggs and to their surprises, it's not all candy. Some got yuls and some got ilttle vouchers that they could head to the meat store to redeem meat.

Yami had quite a bit of yuls and food voucher. But all of a sudden, Asta shouted, "WOW! I got a free bento made by y/n!!"

"I have a lunch date paid by y/n!" Vanessa clapped her hands, "does alcohol count, y/n?"

Yami sulked at you, "that's not fair baby!"

"Why?" you shrugged, "you're in the hunt too? You could've gotten them"

"Free shoulder massage from y/n.." Magna read out his prize. Yami grabbed the man from his head.

"OWWW! YAMI DANJOU!!" Poor Magna's legs were flailing in the air.

"Give that to me." Yami grabbed the Easter egg from him.

"Anyway, now that we had a nice warm up finding all the easter eggs at the base," you announced to everyone, " I've hidden much more in the forest! You guys have 2 hours~"

You winked at Yami, "ready?"

"I'm warning all of you, if you get any more things from y/n I'll kill you personally," The bull captain stared at them.

Of course, Yami ended up finding the most eggs at the end of the day.

Asta

This boy is the most excited about the game, they used to play it back at the church but because they were poor, they had to replace easter eggs for sweet potatoes. Asta and Yuno always gave in the the younger ones so they had more to eat.

But this time round, it was hosted by the magic emperor himself, for all the magic knights to compete, squad vs squad.

Julius had already hidden the eggs beforehand and at Dawn, the squads could start searching for them. The squad with the most eggs AND the knight with the most eggs will get a reward from the magic emperor himself.

Asta was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. He and Yuno had already made a challenge to each other that they would compete to see who got the most eggs.

He was so pumped and hyped, just like the day of his magic knight entrance exams. He ran around like a mad man, "AHHHHHHH, URGHHHHHH, WHOAAAAAAA" were all you can hear from this boy.

He finds so many easter eggs, the most in the black bulls. Yami was hella proud of his boy, but the captain contributed nothing, he couldn't be bothered with Julius' games.

Asta was just enjoying himself actually, he really made a mess in the entire kingdom. He even swam in lakes and dived in to find eggs.

The black bulls ended up find the most number of eggs and Julius' rewarded them with a nice resort staycation for 3 days. Asta literally had sparkles in his eyes, this boy seldom gets to stay in such a luxurious place, someone please just calm this baby down.

However, Asta didn't get the most number of eggs found, Yuno did. Everybody looked at Asta, whose lips were slightly trembling, everyone thought he was about to cry and was ready to console him

Yuno had such a proud look on his face, but the difference between their eggs were just 2.

"IT'S OKAY. I'LL TRY AGAIN NEXT YEAR!!" Asta finally shouted and Yami smacked him in the back, "that's the spirit, brat!"

Yuno got himself a full day of pampering from spas to massages and Julius got someone to make him a pair of new training boots. This made Asta more determined to try harder again next year. Yes. For the boots.

William Vangeance x f! reader

You suggested this to William before Easter came and told him to organise an Easter Hunt for the Golden Dawn. Seeing that it would boost team bonding and have the team enjoy something once in awhile, he agreed easily.

He planned together with you and you both came up with different point systems to put in the eggs, ranging from 1-10 points, you then came up with the list of rewards they could redeem, like an extra day off, or a nice meal, or a new grimoire holder, etc.

William also low key loved organising this with you, he also felt that it was a good quality date. Seeing you care for the members like they were your kids too, made William really happy. He always thought you were such a great wife and mom material.

He even envisioned you both to be planning this for your future family together and this made him smile to himself on a few occasions.

The day came and you both surprised the team with your little Easter game. The team was really thrilled and exhilarated when they saw the prizes. Some were even discussing about what they would be aiming for.

As the kids started the hunt, you and William watched them as they turned over everything. They were carefree and smiling so much, you and William thought this was such a good idea, since they had been stressed out for months.

"Thank you for the idea, my dearest," he gave you a peck on your temples, "we should do this more often."

-end-

I tried to go with different kind of scenarios, so I hope it's okay!!

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scully-loves-ruthie · 2 years ago

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Fictober Day 3

Prompt: That was not my intention

Fandom: The X-Files

Scully say on the porch of their makeshift home. A small camper rented from a middle-aged woman who wanted no explanations for their use of cash or their need to provide no identification. “No meth cooking, that’s my only rule, anything else ya’ll two get up to is your own business. I’ll see ya in three months when the money runs out.” With that she left. Were they slightly concerned with the very specific proclamation of no meth cooking, yes. Was it enough for them to turn away from what could very well be a little home for the pair, absolutely not.

Scully pulled Mulder’s knicks sweatshirt tighter around her body as she looked up at the stars. It was best not to recall all the times she’s stood beneath the stars having life altering conversations. The words were always those of change shifting into the darkness making haste toward the morning. She knew even sitting here now that she had one more starry night destiny strangling conversation in her future. The sound of the thin screen door slamming pulled her from her thoughts as Mulder wrapped his arms around her shoulder dropping a long gently kiss on the top of her head.

“Can’t sleep huh?” He asked settling into the chair next to her.

“No, not really.” She whispered into the night.

You scared me earlier at the diner Scully. After you called your mother, you were crying.” He reached out and lifted her chin so he could see her eyes. “You didn’t want me know but I could tell.”

She rose from her chair settling with ease and consistency into Mulder’s lap. “I’m sorry I scared you Mulder, that wasn’t my intention… I just.” Her voice breaks as tears once again began to run down her cheeks. “It’s just this is so hard being away. And not just running,” She took a round shaky breath. “Everything that happened before we ran. Your absence, your death, William.” She laid her hands atop his cheeks looking into him the way only she could. “William. I can’t, I can’t let him go Mulder. I don’t think I ever can.” With those words she broke. Years of tragedy and devastation crested together in a wave swirling with his name.

Mulder wrapped his body around hers forging a barrier between her and the world. A world in which Mulder had spent the better part of a decade devastating her in one form or another. He stroked her back and kissed her neck before murmuring into her hair, “That wasn’t your mother on the phone this morning, was it?”

“No.” Scully replied, her voice stronger almost stern. She pulled herself from Mulder’s embrace facing him, “No it wasn’t.”

@fictober-event @xffictober2022 @today-in-fic

#Fictober day 3 #fictober 2022 #xfiles fanfic #my fic #we got a lil multi parter happening here

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lavynrose · 3 years ago

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Artem and his S/O confessing at the same time pt. 2

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Warning/s: grammatical errors

Notes: ok so!!! thank you so much for waiting <3 one thing i'd like to say is that i recommend reading part 1 before this bc it creates a build-up for the story's conclusion. There are some parts here that needed context from part 1. Enjoy!

part 1 here

He couldn't ask for more.

The sunset spilled all around the theme park, the golden intricates of the the railings sparkled than ever before. The orange radiance of the solemn sun gives the park an even more golden glow.

Artem looked around, taking in the seemingly perfect view of what can be only described as serene. The laughter of groups of friends, families walking hand-in-hand, couples giving their significant other loving looks, people enjoying themselves left and right, the quaint smell of hotdogs and popcorn.

You spending your time with him.

The sunset made this picturesque scenery even more breathtaking, and he could come here everyday if only allowed.

Right now, right in this very moment, everything is glowing.

Especially you.

"That was really fun!" the enthusiasm in your voice never fails to make him feel the same. He loves seeing you have fun, without a care in the world. He admits, he also enjoyed getting splashed by water on the raft ride.

He unconsciously offered his arm to link with yours and when you took it as you gazed at him, he's more than satisfied.

You fit so perfectly in his arms, it feels as if you're the missing puzzle piece he never knew his being had. Even having dried after getting soaked from the raft, the warmth that your touch radiated fills his senses with comfort.

This moment of getting to spend time with the person he profoundly longed for was enough for him. Enough for now. You don't need to know his affections for now.

Does he really need to let you know?

His feelings?

It'll probably make your relationship awkward. He's not ready to risk the sweet smiles and playful looks you direct towards him just for his own selfishness.

It doesn't matter. He'll love you even if you won't, anyway.

He then stopped in his tracks, you followed suit. Not caring about the people around you. Lost in the little world the two of you shared. He looked down at your form, "Yes it was. I enjoyed it very much." because you're with me, he wanted to add but instead of saying those words, an amiable look in his cerulean eyes twinkled, and an adoring smile latched upon his features instead.

Almost as if he's telling you an unspoken confession.

His expression however, turned into mild surprise when he noticed how your gaze was filled with enchantment. With a soft glint in your lidded eyes, your brows are knitted together. You were silent.

It baffled him.

Why.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Artem wanted to blurt out. His mouth opened to say something.

It was unclear to him as to why you looked like you were staring at his very soul.

'Why are you looking at me like,' he can't help but ask himself as he continued to scrutinize your tranced gaze, 'like you want to say the same words I desperately wanted to tell you?'

Are his feelings reciprocated?

You blinked and suddenly looked away, "Uhh, Artem, I-"

"Everyone! One more hour to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!" The both of you landed your eyes on the speaker, then on each other.

Artem cleared his throat, pulling the collar of his turtleneck, "You were saying?" he inquired, voice and features laced with curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled on your collar, mirroring him, "I..." you started as your eyes darted as if you were looking for excuses, then your orbs glinted with realization and faced Artem, "I just wanted to say that we should take pictures! This is a memorable night after all."

His eyes begin to scan the theme park and his gaze found a small photobooth just beside the merry-go-round.

"Good idea. We haven't had anything to commemorate today's fun." He brushed off your weird behavior earlier as you dragged him towards your destination.

There weren't too many people in the waiting line, there were multiple photobooths, plenty enough to not create a line of more than five costumers per booth.

As soon as it was your turn, you excitedly rummaged through the cute costumes the guests can wear in the photos.

"Look Artem," you snapped your fingers to get his attention, "This would look cute on you!" You squealed as you waved the headband with cat ears in front of his face.

This kind of trend has been circling around lately. No matter how much of a busy man Artem is, he still has seen some posts about this on the internet...

Catboy culture, wasn't it? He wondered.

"You should wear one, too." He suggested. He gingerly took the headband from you and after a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave in to the anticipation in your eyes.

Your eyes were practically sparkling taking in the sight of catboy Artem in the flesh.

"Oh my gosh." You breathed, gaping at him.

Artem blinked. "Is there something on my face?" He then turned to the mirror to check what's wrong, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary though.

"It's nothing!" You frantically waved your hand and gestured towards the camera, "Let's take a photo!" you grinned, wearing cat ears identical to Artem's.

You guys started the photoshoot with your hands making peace signs.

Ah, the classic.

The few shots after just consisted of you putting on different faces while Artem just wore different headbands each shot, with the same pose.

"You guys, please act cuter for the camera! " The photographer suddenly commented.

Isn't Y/N cute enough? Artem internally recoiled.

"Young man, put your arms around your date or something, or do a heart pose together! " Mr. Photographer added.

Artem looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, both were wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat for what seemed like the nth time today and looked at you for approval, "Do you want to?" he asked as his hands formed half a heart.

Your cheeks lighted aflame as you raised your hand, forming half a heart to connect it with his, "I don't mind."

As your fingers touched, Artem cannot control the pink flushing his cheeks as he smiled at the camera.

The photographer continued to instruct the both of you with how you should pose. He deserves a raise for doing his job really well, Artem thinks.

After of what it seemed like endless snaps of sappy pictures, the two of you decided to print all of them.

"Now we have lots of souvenirs!" you scanned each one of the photos and Artem can't help but think how good you two look together.

He thanked the photographer for putting his all into the shoot, then you both headed for the exit.

"How was it, Artem?" You turned towards him with a profound smile.

You have lots of photos together now. He can already see himself wide awake at night, staring at your couple-like pictures.

It was more than okay.

"It was a fun experience. The cat ears aren't bad." He said as he recalled how astonished you looked when he wore the headband.

"We spent almost 20 minutes there..." You sighed as you looked at your watch.

Artem unconsciously checked his wrist watch as well, "There are 40 minutes left before the fireworks. Do you want to check out more rides before then?"

You surveyed the theme park to look for more booths, "Look at that, Artem." you pointed toward the large and loud crowd at the park's quadrangle.

"Perharps it's someone performing." Artem guessed, hearing the strums of a guitar from the speakers.

"Let's check it out!" Curious, you and Artem shuffled yourselves into the crowd. The faint singing voice grew more and more audible as you got closer to the center of the attraction.

You headed to the front for the best audience experience and the singer came into view, "Isn't that?" Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers when he recognized the person singing.

Funny how you weren't surprised, and he wondered why.

There at the center, sitting at a stool with a guitar in hand, singing with a gold microphone in front of him, was the new employee at the firm, William.

Artem frowned.

That's the guy. The guy who was getting too cozy with you, the guy causing the unpleasant pangs inside his chest.

The guy who was one of the reasons why he got the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place.

The feeling of delight earlier was now replaced by uneasiness.

"I didn't know he was a performer." Artem murmured, and he kept glancing at you.

When he saw that you were clapping your hands and a proud smile has decorated your lips - one that's not aimed him, a sudden bitter feeling overwhelmed his whole being.

You looked very happy, and he hung his head low.

He vividly remembered your smiling faces in the office yesterday, and how William seem to always hang around you.

Artem realized he wasn't special. The warm look that he witnessed from you earlier in the sunset, the look that made him think that you reciprocated his feelings, you probably do that to everyone.

He felt so stupid.

While everyone was watching William hit the notes and strum the strings, Artem was watching your every reactions, only for him to get hurt on the inside.

His heart hurts, the clenching feeling in his chest tightening with every cheer that you voiced.

He's glad it was you who were causing this pain, though.

The crowd boomed with claps and shouts as the last note finished the song, and Artem wasn't in the mood to join them.

6:30pm

"Aren't you going to greet him?" Artem's voice made you look up to him, his brows furrowed and he wasn't making eye contact.

You just brushed his behaviour off and said, "Nope. I wouldn't want to disturb him on this special day!" you felt giddy, knowing that you helped William to set this all up.

As soon as his first day in the office, which was around a month ago, he had overheard you and Kiki talking about the big opening of PAX's amusement park, and kept asking questions about the event. He then learned you were friends with the heir, Marius.

You've never seen a face as shocked as William's when he learned that.

He even made Kiki contact her insiders about the soon to be opened theme park.

Kiki asked why he was so curious, and he said he performs on gigs as a hobby, balancing it with his law career, and that he loves performing ever since he was a kid.

"Performing on the theme park's opening would definitely give me more opportunities!" He sounded so passionate that you can't help but support him.

He became bashful though, as he said, "Besides, I've been looking for an opportunity to surprise my girlfriend next month," you and Kiki beamed at him, "This would make her happy, as I made a new song that I specifically made as a gift for her birthday. I'll sing it on the opening if I'm allowed."

That's why ever since, you became close with William. Whenever you talk though, he almost always talk about her girlfriend.

"30 minutes remaining for the fireworks display!!!" The speakers announced.

You were excited for the fireworks, and an idea popped out of your mind.

"Artem," you called him out "Let's ride on the ferries wheel, that way we're up in the sky as the fireworks erupt," you dragged him to the ferris wheel's ticketing booth, "I heard that it takes 20-30 minutes for a capsule to be on top of the wheel, the time is perfect for us!"

"Can we be alone in the capsule?" Artem suddenly requested, his eyes filled with a look you can't fathom. He looked so vulnerable.

"Yes, that's actually normal. We can request that for the youngest senior attorney with 99% win rate!" You grinned and you expected him to send you one of his gentle smiles, but he just turned his head away, and looked at the distance.

You take a good look at him again once you got the tickets, he's still looking away, a solemn demeanor in his face.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He's been acting a little weird, you thought.

Does he not want to hang out with you anymore?

"Artem, if you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't be mad." You eyed him with concern, "We can just sit on the bench or something." you suggested.

Just like that, his expression changed quickly, regret clouding his face, "Y/N," he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that with my actions," he stared at you for a few seconds, then you noticed that light was back in his eyes, the fond smile you liksd seeing is back again, "The ferris wheel is perfect." He then grabbed yoir waist and guided you both to the capsule.

You grinned, "I requested a capsule for only the two of us!" you waved the tickets at him, he chuckled and grabbed it from you to give to the person managing the capsules.

The capsule was air-condition inside, with big windows to get a good view of the outside. You expected nothing from a device created by PAX.

Across from you, Artem sits, his mood is a little better now, but you can't help but notice the silent sadness his cerulean eyes hold still.

You don't like seeing him like this.

"Hey, Artem?" you half-whispered, not wanting to surprise him from his reverie.

His eyes met yours, "Yes?" he responded gently.

"You know you can trust me with your problems, right?" You started, you don't let his surprised expression distract you from what you want to say, "I will listen intently to your troubles, and we'll find a way to solve them together! " You declared with the brightest smile you could ever muster, "So please, share your burdens with me. I'll carry them with you." You finished with a toothy grin.

He blinked a few times before finally shaking his head with fondness, "Thank you, Y/N. I want you to know that you are special to me." His face is suddenly filled with so much endearment you quickly looked away, "Uhh, Of course!" your face flushed red and you raised your hide in an attempt to hide it.

Artem chuckled, the sound giving you a sense of comfort and security. You looked up to him again and saw his features get illuminated by the lights flickering in the theme park, his adoring eyes lingering on you.

Like yours was lingering on him.

You smiled at each other, letting the other feel that they're not alone in the battles they're facing.

What are you to each other, anyway? You pondered when you decided to avert your eyes away from him first.

As far as you can recall, friends don't do this kind of thing with each other. The staring, the blushing. Oh, especially the blushing.

You can't help but long for the possibility of having your feelings reciprocated, but oh boy were you afraid.

"Can I sit beside you?" His question brought you to your senses, and you happily obliged, "Of course! This capsule isn't shaky, we'll be okay being on the same side." You made space for him as you patted the empty space. There he sat, his scent enveloping your senses.

It was silent for the whole ride up, but you were comfortable with it. You were with the person you love, being with them is enough.

7:00pm

Your capsule was right on top when suddenly, a boom was heard and splashes of color was seen through the window.

"Artem!" you pointed at the big, colorful patch of explosion that's a little bit below the capsule you were in.

The ferries wheel was so high that you were higher than the fireworks!

The fireworks was on your side of the window, you can see the view to it's fullest glory.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed, your eyes astonished by the scene before you. Your hands flat against the window, when you suddenly felt a body pressed against your back, and a hot breath against your ear, "It's amazing" you heard Artem mutter, as his breaths fanned the hairs on your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You yelped, you forgot Artem was just beside you!

Your heart pounded against your ribcage when you realized that in order for Artem to see the fireworks, he needs to look at your side of the window.

Heck, your thighs were touching, and you can feel every ounce of heat that his muscular body radiated. He's practically caging you and this small, suffocating space of a capsule isn't helping!

Despite the unbelievable heat that your whole body is feeling right now, you badly wanted him to wrap his arms around you.

Something was pooling in your stomach, something weird. All you can think about right now is Artem kissing you against the window while you sit on his lap.

Warmth filled your already heated cheeks upon realization of what you just imagined, and you mentally slapped yourself. What were you thinking?

The smell of his vanilla cologne isn't helping!

Nobody has ever made you feel this way before. No other person has affected you like this. You think about the things that this man had done for you, he was selfless, hardworking, and most of all, kind.

Especially the smiles he had always shown you. Those smiles filled with comfort and fondness that makes you weak in the knees. Whenever you see that smile, you find yourself looking forward in seeing it again.

To you, Artem Wing was unobtainable.

Yet you wanted to make him yours.

7:01pm

"Artem!" you pointed below with an enthusiastic grin as the fireworks boomed and splashed the sky above the theme park.

His body scooted over to you without realizing, eyes widening with glee and he muttered, "It's amazing" Artem leaned towards you, placing his chin on your shoulder for him to get better view of the fireworks display below.

It's taking every ounce of his control to not face you towards him and claim your lips then and there.

What you said earlier only fueled his raging feelings for you. You were willing to carry his burdens with him? He never had someone say that to him before, and he was happy it's from you.

The evening is flawless. The two of you were alone, having you near him like this, your decleration of support earlier, and a beautiful scenery before him that he won't get to see everyday...

A perfect evening to pour his heart out to you.

He decided that if there was a best time to confess his love for you, that time would be now. He didn't care about your answer right now, he just wanted to let it all out before this passionate feelings can drive him to insanity.

These feelings were driving him crazy, he wanted to let you know how you make him happy, that he thinks about you eveey second of every day, that you ground him and his lonely heart.

He noticed you were silent and unmoving, so he decided to take the chance. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in l-" "Can I ki-"

You turned your body to face him, surprised. Your face only a few centimeters away from his. One wrong move and you'll kiss.

The both of you blinked.

"You... go first." you said, biting your lip.

He stared deep into your eyes, none of you dared to move from this intimate position, your breaths fanning each other's faces.

"Y/N, I," he rested his forehead against yours and breathed with the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him, "I'm in love with you..."

You gaped, but he didn't mind.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "It's okay if you don't feel the same. I..." he opened his eyes to give you a loving gaze "I will keep loving you anyway."

He looked so vulnerable right now, but it didn't scare him. If anything, he feels relief in finally voicing out the feelings he's hidden for so long.

"I was in a bad mood today because I think you were interested in William," you just blinked and he continued, "I mean, you always look happy when you're with him. It crushed my heart." He finished as he waited for your response.

He waited, and waited.

The silence that you were giving him didn't give him any clue to what you were thinking, it's unnerving.

After of what seemed like an eternity you finally let out, "He has a girlfriend, silly." you see Artem's eyes widened and you continued, "It's a long story, but I'm not interested in him. We're just friends."

You felt the heat creep up his face.

"So... what were you going to tell me?" He said hesitantly as he gulped, the embarrasment from earlier evident in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you darted your eyes, it was now your turn to get really embarassed, "Can I..." your face looks conflicted. That if you say whatever you wanted to say, It'd be the death of you.

You took a deep breath, Artem told you his feelings, so it's only fair you tell him yours, you told yourself and mustered the courage to look up to his ocean eyes, a vast ocean so blue, you could drown in them, "Can I kiss you, Artem?"

It took a moment before he could fully process your words. His brain short-circuit.

"What?" He blurted out as he scanned your face for any signs that maybe, you have made a mistake.

but you replied, "I want to kiss you Artem," you put your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm in love with you too."

His body tingled with so much joy, you being in love with him was just a distant dream before.

Not willing to wait anymore, he licked his lips as he slowly dipped his head to meet your already parted mouth, welcoming him.

You may or may not have kissed the entire way down the ride.

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

Now, he's willing to dedicate himself to you for the rest of his life.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/16/21.

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fangirlovestuff · 4 years ago

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Butterfly Effect - Steve Rogers x reader

a/n - Hey lovely people! this is for @holylulusworld‘s 10,000 followers celebration, congrats!! (even though you have a lot more now lol). the divider is by the amazing @firefly-graphics. italics are for thoughts / flashbacks, and the first parts are all in chronological order. Enjoy!<3

Summary: The words on Steve’s arm point to the circumstances in which he will meet his soulmate, and they’re very specific, or so he thinks.

Prompt: 11 - soulmate AU

Word Count: ~2,070

Warnings: reader gets a tatoo but basically this is just a huge fluff fest:)

"That's a cute owl you're drawing there."

These are the words that were imprinted on Steve's arm since the moment he was born. When Steve could finally read, he asked his mother why are the words there.

"These words are very important," Sarah explained. "They are the first words your soulmate will ever say to you."

"What's a soulmate?" asked a confused Steve.

"A soulmate," his mother answered, "is someone you're gonna love very much. They're the person you'd probably choose to spend the rest of your life with. Their soul is connected to yours in inexplicable ways, almost as if they were one and the same. This," she pointed at the words, "is the sign for you to realize when you'll meet them. Somewhere out there, there's someone with the first words you're gonna say to them."

"So I'll be drawing an owl when I meet my soulfriend?" Steve asked.

"It's soulmate, dear. And I guess you probably will."

"And this… soulmate, will they buy me ice cream?" Steve asked hopefully, not quite getting the point.

Sarah giggled at her son. "Yes, I think they will if you'd want that. But also, they would love you so much, and you'll have the most fun in the world with them."

"Was da your soulmate?" Steve asked.

"He is," his mother answered, the smile on her face tinged with a little sadness that Steve hadn't picked up on.

Okay, so two round eyes, and then the body, and I should add some feathers and –

"Mr. Rogers!" the math teacher said sternly. "I haven’t assigned any equations yet, so I would appreciate it if you'd keep your attention on me instead of your notebook, for now."

"Yes, Ms. Williams," Steve replied sheepishly.

"You know you've already met everyone in this class right? No one here is your soulmate," Bucky whispered once their teacher turned back to the board.

"But I still want to get better at it," Steve shrugged defensively. "She's gonna say it's cute, Buck. For that to happen it needs to actually be cute."

"I don't get your whole fuss around soulmates Steve, but whatever. Suit yourself," Bucky rolled his eyes.

"You don't believe in soulmates?" Steve asked.

"Well, I wouldn't strictly say that, it's just… my words are 'watch it, weirdo.' Call me crazy, but I'm not that stoked to find that person," Bucky chuckled.

"Mr. Barnes! Something to share with the rest of us?" Ms. Williams said.

"No Ms. Williams, I'm sorry," Bucky said timidly and Steve snickered.

Steve could draw owls in his sleep if he needed to. Right now, his pencil was sketching over the page, lightly shading the wings of the owl and the –

"Rogers! You're on in five!" the stage manager called out to him.

Steve sighed and snapped his sketchbook shut. He kept hoping that maybe it was one of the girls on tour with him, but so far it wasn't going so well. The government-mandated entertainment had quite enough free time so Steve could draw as many owls as he wanted to in between shows.

He put the notebook aside and slipped on the cowl they had him wear. The Captain was needed on stage.

"So people take art classes… for fun?" Steve asked, puzzled.

"Yeah," Natasha answered. "Lately you're always drawing away in your little notebook, so if you want to, I could help you sign up for a class. Maybe they can teach an old dog some new tricks," she smirked.

"Ha ha," Steve answered dryly. Yet he couldn't help considering the idea.

The thing was, Steve wasn't sure if his soulmate was still out there to be found. You'd think he would feel a difference, some indication if his soulmate was dead, but when he went out of the ice, Steve felt nothing different. There was still a part of him that was hoping that maybe, just maybe, fate planned this. That his soulmate was still out there.

"That's a great color scheme, Steve," the instructor said, and Steve nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Thanks," he smiled, albeit a tad shakily.

This was the fifth class Steve took this month, and yet, no luck. He wasn't even drawing an owl, and yet the start of that sentence made him jump as if he didn't have super… well, everything.

But that doesn't mean he was giving up. His tattoo was still in place, even after all of these years, it hadn't faded. So he had to believe he could still find his soulmate.

These times were a lot more different than his. People here weren't always inclined to live by that philosophy of "soulmates". Some people chose to simply disregard that and find someone they loved regardless. Steve admired that, but he couldn't say he understood. If you're offered your perfect partner, why walk out of that?

"It's called instant gratification," Nat chuckled when he raised that question to her. "People like to have what they want as soon as possible. Besides, some people don't believe it's real, or don't believe it'll work for them. So, they take matters into their own hands."

Steve was more patient than the average person. He waited decades in ice, what's a few more years to find his soulmate?

Bucky had found his soulmate. Steve couldn't believe it.

Sure, he was happy for Bucky. When he came back today from the store with nothing but a small slip of paper, Steve had half a mind to smack him upright the head for not getting anything. Probably forgot his wallet.

But when Bucky showed him the paper he read the words scribbled onto it – "call me, weirdo, xx" and a phone number, Steve pulled Bucky into a tight hug, patting him on the back.

"Congrats, pal," he smiled.

Bucky beamed. Yes, Bucky Barnes, the terrifying Winter Soldier was beaming and his eyes were shining like a high-schooler in love. And Steve wished that could've been him.

He really was happy for Bucky. That's the thing – this was a good thing. Besides from his best friend finding the love of his life, it also meant that Steve's soulmate is almost definitely out there. But he couldn't help feeling a spark of resentment deep inside of him. It made him feel guilty, but he couldn't help the bitter thought that Bucky was never too keen on finding his soulmate while Steve did everything in his power to find them. And yet, Bucky found his while Steve's still in the dark.

So, to get out of his own head a little, Steve decided to go paint in the park.

To be honest, it was a wonder that Steve hadn't gotten awfully tired of drawing by now. But he still loved it, loved the quiet it cultivated in his mind.

Steve set up a canvas and looked around. People weren't noticing him, busy in their own endeavors. He almost started drawing an owl out of instinct, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Steve wanted to forget about the whole soulmate business for a while and just draw.

He saw a butterfly fly over and land on a nearby bush. Steve focused on the butterfly, trying to remember as much as he can. The rest he can improvise. The butterfly fluttered its wings for a few seconds before flying away.

Steve started drawing the butterfly. Once he had the pencil sketch, he started filling it in with the paints he had brought. He started with the little circles on its wings, filling them in so the shade will be just right, and he was about to move on to the rest on the wings when –

"That's a cute owl you're drawing there."

"It's a butterfly," Steve turned around, puzzled, before realizing what you had just said to him.

Your mouth opened in a gentle gasp. Your hair and clothes were a little messy from your long day at work. And at that moment, when you were caught completely off guard, Steve first met you. You were the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on, and he was an artist. He stared at you in utter shock while you returned him a similar look.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" your friend asked, sitting next to you with a worried look.

"I'm tired of looking for my soulmate. Do you know how hard it is to make conversation about butterflies?" you looked back at her. "I want to do this," you told her.

The tattoo artist came closer. "Okay ma'am, you wanted a simple butterfly, right?"

"Yes," you answered decisively. "On my left wrist." Your right hand had your words on it. "It's a butterfly." Maybe if you had a tattoo your soulmate would see it, would find you.

You closed your eyes and braced for what came next.

You weren't sure about this blind date thing, but why not. You trusted your friend that she set you up with a nice guy, at least.

You set up to meet in a park, and from there walk to a nearby restaurant. Right when the guy showed up, there was a butterfly next to you.

"What’s that?" you asked quickly, pointing towards it.

Your date turned his head to look, but by the time he did the butterfly was already flying away. "I don't know, it was probably a bug or something."

You stifled your groan of disappointment. At least you'd get a dinner out of this.

You and Steve were staring at each other in amazement. Finally, you were the one to speak up. "You're Steve Rogers," you said, frowning in disbelief.

"And you're my… soulmate," he returned the same disbelieving look.

You introduced yourself quickly, smiling at him timidly when you finished.

"So, you wanna get ice cream or something?" Steve asked, unsure of what exactly to do. But apparently he said exactly the right thing, because your face lit up.

"Right now though? You're in the middle of your painting and I wouldn't wanna –"

"It doesn't matter," Steve said quickly and stashed the canvas and paints underneath a bench nearby. "No one passes here anyways," he shrugged. "Until today," he smiled and you giggled.

You made your way to an ice cream shop across the street from the park, walking side by side.

"So, what is the great Captain America doing drawing owl-looking butterflies in a local park?" you asked, smiling.

"I was just looking to clear my head a little," Steve said dismissively. "To be honest, the fact that you didn't find me drawing an actual owl is very ironic, looking back," Steve chuckled. "I spent pretty much my entire life drawing owls, attending painting classes, anything I could to find you," his gaze met yours and he smiled softly. "And I find you in a random park while drawing a butterfly."

"Don't underestimate nature's camouflage," you chuckled. "And hey, you think that's ironic? Butterflies are so scarce I got this," you rolled up your left sleeve a little, revealing your butterfly tattoo.

Steve's eyes widened. "It's beautiful," he automatically reached out to trace the lines on your arm, then withdraws his arm when he understands what he's doing. "It's not as beautiful as you," he says with a smile on his face.

You avert your eyes to the ground in front of you. "Thank you," you bashfully say.

You and Steve got your ice cream, and you exchanged plenty of stories of your adventures in search of each other, most of which were devastating when they happened but when you look back at them now, they were actually pretty funny.

"I hope I can see you again," Steve said when it was getting a little late.

He looked so hopeful, but the question in itself made you want to laugh at the obviousness of the answer. Instead, you rose onto your tiptoes, and planted your lips on his soft ones in a sweet kiss.

Once you parted you took a napkin and wrote down your number. "I sure hope to see you soon," you smiled.

"I'll call you, butterfly," Steve grinned and you beamed at the nickname.

And that night you both went home with huge smiles smeared across your faces. Finally, your quest to find your soulmate was at an end, and you could start a new journey, together.

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teawaffles · 3 years ago

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The Conspiratorial Bullet: Chapter 3

“——Friendship is hard. Don’t you think so, William?”

Helena said so with a somewhat philosophical tone. Since the start of the game, she had stayed with William, and now they were hiding in the shade of a tree while keeping an eye on the state of the battle.

Although he was on the lookout for danger, William’s expression remained the same as always.

“Why do you say so?” he replied.

“Earlier, in front of the forest, there were some children having fun together right? Actually, some of them were my friends in the past. We used to be five good friends, but before I knew it, they left me out and became a group of four.”

Even without an explanation, William understood the reason why she’d been excluded. Helena herself knew that as she continued.

“Before, you said these sensations are what made me unique, but there are times when I can’t convey that no matter how much I try to explain it. What’s more, as long as someone differs from them even in the slightest, those children will cast them out without a second thought. My uniqueness really isn’t a big problem, is it?”

“Abilities. Personalities. One’s background, and physical traits…… People will take the smallest differences and use them as a basis for persecution. That is one truth in this world.”

William ventured further, using expressions that were removed from Helena’s personal frustrations — this was a universal problem in society. As for Helena’s relationships with her peers, it might be possible to give her advice such that they could be repaired for a time, but there was no guarantee that a similar situation wouldn’t arise in the future. Hence, William had decided that at this stage, he should avoid intervening more than necessary.

As she continued, Helena appeared to have sensed what he was thinking.

“You know, I only realised this earlier when I was looking at them, but now it seems they’ve become a group of three. There was clearly only one person they weren’t talking to. In a situation like this, what’s the right thing to do?”

Her tone was reminiscent of a student asking their teacher a simple question. But William could tell that it wasn’t because she was being indifferent; rather, she was deliberately trying to act calm. In all likelihood, she was lost as to whether she should step into the other children’s affairs, even after being excluded herself.

Helena was in a complex situation, and he intentionally responded in a detached manner.

“I’m sure that problems like these have no clear answer — there’s a risk that by attempting to improve the situation, one will only end up making it worse. Human relationships are simply that complex and delicate.”

“……I knew it.”

Perhaps she herself had anticipated that answer, for Helena made no attempt to protest, but simply lowered her gaze in dejection. That gesture vividly revealed her conscience — but the world wasn’t so simple as to allow everything to be resolved by good faith alone.

After making sure that she was contemplating that very matter, William spoke to her in a soft voice.

“However, I’m not saying that you should shut away your emotions. Rather, you should take care to anticipate the situations that may arise, and think about what both you and the other party will stand to gain or lose. If, after doing so, you are still determined to carry out your intentions, then that is called courage.”

Helena’s eyes widened.

“……Courage?”

“Yes, courage. When you’re ready to face that problem, Helena, you can always come talk to me. That’s a side job of mine too, you know.”

Saying that, William gave her the reliable smile of a private consultant, and Helena’s face instantly brightened up.

“Alright. When that time comes, I’ll be sure to talk to you again.”

The girl faced forward, her heart filled with gratitude at having met a friend she could trust.

“Well then, I got a little distracted, but now we’re right in the middle of a game. Since I’m already here, I’m definitely going to win.”

But just as she had a change of heart, and her fighting spirit surged forth, William started.

“Helena, look out—”

“Hm?”

Before she could react, in one swift movement as if to hide her, William covered the girl’s entire body with his.

“U-Uh, what? What’s wrong?”

Her understanding still hadn’t caught up with the situation, but William slowly rose to his feet.

“Well, it looks like this is the end for me,” he smiled, somewhat sadly.

Near his waist was a streak of brightly coloured paint. At his feet, a small round mock bullet lay on the ground.

At the sudden occurrence, Helena was taken aback.

“……Did you take the bullet for me?”

“Yep. I can’t sense any enemies nearby, so it must’ve been a sniper shot. With this level of skill, perhaps it’s Moran?”

As he calmly guessed the sniper’s identity, William looked towards the gamekeeper’s cabin built on a distant hill.

“You’ve got to be kidding — you’re going to leave now? Then, what should I do?”

The girl’s voice shook, and her expression grew uneasy, as if she’d been instantly overcome with loneliness. William gave her a mournful smile.

“I’m sorry. But there’s nothing you have to panic about. Be it dashing alone into enemy territory, or joining forces with your allies, you can do whatever you like.”

“B-But……”

Her distress was still plain. Although they weren’t related by blood, in this moment, it felt almost as if they were parent and child. But even as that slightly strange feeling washed over him, William spoke.

“Now that I’m supposed to have retired from the game, it’ll be unfair for me to give any further advice,” he said. “I’ll be leaving early. Well then, good luck, Helena.”

“Ah…… A-Alright.”

William tried to take his leave without showing any lingering attachments or regrets, and Helena gave him a weak wave as he departed.

Then, he called out to her over his shoulder.

“——Just so you know, I haven’t forgotten your other ‘consultation’.”

At his words, Helena suddenly straightened up.

“Yeah, I remember it just fine too.”

Having received her resolute answer, William walked off with unhurried footsteps, as if he were merely taking a stroll.

Even after her dependable friend had vanished, Helena continued to stare in the direction he’d left.

Scoreboard

🔹 Blue team: Albert, Jack, Fred, William, Kevin, Andy

🔺 Red team: Moran, Bond, Louis, Helena

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pintsizemama · 3 years ago

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Hello love! Congrats on the milestone <3 Can I ask for Jack Daniels and a fairytale AU, fluffy with maybe a dash of smut?

Jack (Daniels) and the Beanstalk

Summary: Jack Daniels gets more than he bargained for when he goes to town to sell his goods.

Pairings: Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x Reader (female), Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x You

Fandom: Kingsman: The Golden Circle (fairy tale AU)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4,654

Warnings: language, mentions of death of a spouse/mourning, soul mates/true love, references to humans being killed and eaten, kidnapping, captivity, fluff, very light smut...let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: My original plan was a story involving Jack as a dragon, but then I decided I wanted to do a rewrite of a classic fairytale…and OF COURSE Jack and the beanstalk seemed like the perfect one for Jack Daniels! LOL…I may still write that dragon one though…it was a really good idea.

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Once upon a time there lived a lonely man named Jack Daniels. Jack lived on a small ranch just outside town. He had lived there for many years all by himself. His wife had died a long time ago, and Jack had tried to get back into the world, but he was just too heartbroken. So, he secluded himself on his ranch, only going into town a few times a year to sell his goods and buy supplies.

Winter was fast approaching, and Jack knew he needed to head into town to get enough supplies to last him through the entire season. He gathered together all his goods and loaded up his truck. The drive into town was quiet while Jack contemplated his future. He was painfully lonely. He wondered if it was time to get back out there. Make some friends. Maybe even meet a lady…his heart clenched at the thought. Even after all these years, he still felt like he was betraying his wife.

Jack parked his truck outside the general store when he came into town. The owner had a deal with Jack, and he usually bought everything Jack had to offer—at a very fair price. It had been a good harvest this year, and Jack even managed to find time to make some furniture and tools to sell. He unloaded his crates onto the front porch and walked into the store.

“Hey, Harold,” Jack greeted the owner. He was a grizzled old man with a kind smile and a pipe always tucked between his teeth.

“Howdy, Jack,” Harold returned. “How’s it going?”

“Same,” Jack shrugged indifferently. Harold was really the only person Jack had contact with at this point. He still got calls from his old buddies Tequila and Champ from time to time, but he hadn’t seen them in years.

“Good harvest this year?” Harold asked. Jack nodded. “Seems to be the case with most of the ranches ‘round here. It was a good year. Just enough rain, just enough sun, and no pests. Yes, sir, a good year indeed.” He stood from his stool behind the counter. “Well, let’s see what ya got fer me.” He slapped his thighs when he stood and walked around the counter. Jack followed him out of the store and helped him sort through the crates and furniture.

“This is a mighty fine haul, Jackie boy,” Harold said with a look of admiration on his face. “This furniture will catch a pretty penny, that’s fer sure. Ole Missus Williams has been looking for a rocker just like this one. She’ll be tickled pick when I call her later.” Jack gave Harold a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Alright, let me grab my books and we’ll figure out a price fer all this here stuff.” Jack nodded and leaned against the railing, arms crossed, as Harold went back in the store. He rested his head back against the pole behind him and sighed deeply. He just wanted to get this over as quickly as possible and get back to the ranch.

“That’s a beautiful chest,” he heard a voice say to his left. He opened his eyes and turned towards the voice. There was a man—someone he had never seen before—standing just in front of the door to the store. He stepped closer and knelt down next to a hope chest Jack had built. It was a medium sized chest, large enough to put at the foot of child’s bed. He had painstakingly carved sweet peas all along it. He didn’t know why he carved sweet peas on it. He normally carved roses—his wife’s favorite flower—but for some reason, he felt this chest should have sweet peas.

“This is superb craftsmanship,” the man complimented. Jack could tell he wasn’t a local just by the way he spoke. “Did you make this?” Jack nodded. “Are you selling it?”

“Harold buys all my goods,” Jack said in a flat voice.

“Well, I would love to buy this one,” the man told him. Jack stared at him for a moment. Finally he shrugged.

“Alright,” he decided.

“Wonderful!” The man exclaimed happily. He pulled a small red velvet pouch from his pocket. “This is all I can offer you.” He opened the bag and poured a small pile of beans into his hand.

“Beans?” Jack asked with a raise of his brow.

“These are not just any beans,” the man assured him. “These beans will grow a stalk like you have never seen before! It will be enough food to last many years!” Jack scoffed.

“Sure, pal,” he said incredulously. “Listen, I ‘ain’t got time for this. I need to get rid of all this shit, get my supplies for the winter, and get back to my ranch. You wanna buy the chest, hand over some cash, or see if you can con Harold into trading it for beans.”

“Sir, please,” the man begged. “This chest is for my daughter. She has been gone for such a long time. I—I’ve missed her so much, and I just know this chest will bring her happiness! Please sir…I love my daughter with all my heart, and I would do anything to see her smile. This is all I have. Please.” Jack felt his heart melt at the man’s words. He could tell he wasn’t lying. He recognized the pain in the man’s eyes. The kind of pain that came from missing the one you love most.

“Alright,” Jack relented. “I’ll trade ya.”

“Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!” The man grabbed Jack’s hand and shook it excitedly.

“Sure,” Jack said, uncomfortable with the man’s gratitude. The man handed Jack the beans. “Just what am I supposed to do with these?”

“They are very durable,” the man told him. “Just toss them in your garden and they will grow.”

“Just like that?” Jack asked.

“Just like that,” the man assured him. “And don’t worry about the approaching winter. The stalk will be thriving before the first snow. And will continue to thrive throughout any weather.” The man thanked Jack once more before picking up the chest and making his way home. Jack shook his head. He was pretty sure he had just been swindled, but he was fine with it. If it made his long lost daughter smile…well, it was worth the money lost.

Harold came back out and they settled the price for the rest of Jack’s items—minus the supplies he needed to take with him. Harold helped Jack load his truck up and bid him farewell. Jack drove back out to the ranch, randomly shaking his head at himself. He still couldn’t believe he had traded the chest for a bag of beans.

When he got home, he quickly unloaded his supplies and set everything up where he needed it. He started the coffee pot and sat down heavily at his kitchen table with a sigh. He felt the bag of beans push against his leg. He pulled it our of his pocket and poured the beans into his hand. There were seven in total. Jack sighed again and stood up. He opened his kitchen window and tossed the beans out into his front garden—now empty due to the coming winter. He shrugged and closed the window. He poured himself a cup of coffee and settled in for the evening. A few hours later he went to bed.

The next morning Jack rose with the sun. He stumbled sleepily into the kitchen and set the coffee pot to brew. He shivered at the slight chill in the air and thought about building a fire in the fireplace. He needed to chop wood today anyway, so he thought it was a good idea. He walked outside to grab a few logs and just about fell over when he looked in the front garden.

“Well, fuck me,” Jack whispered. Growing in the center of the garden was a gigantic bean stalk. His gaze followed it up, and up, and up. It disappear into the clouds. It was thick—Jack couldn’t even wrap his arms around in. The leaves climbed up the entire length of it. Each leaf stem was as thick as Jack’s arm!

“How in the hell?” Jack muttered. Then he laughed. “Well, I guess that asshole didn’t swindle me after all!” He gazed up again. I wonder how high it goes? he thought. Jack shrugged and went back into the house. He poured himself some coffee and sat at the kitchen table, looking out the window. He stared at the bean stalk as he drank his coffee. His curiosity was peaked. He had always had a curious mind and an adventurous spirit.

“Fuck it,” Jack decided. “I’m climbin’ that thing.” He rushed into his room and got dressed. He glanced at his closet and frowned. He felt a familiar, but long forgotten tug. He slowly walked over and opened it. He pulled a box down from the top shelf and set it on the bed. He carefully opened it and stared at the contents. He chewed his lip, trying to make a decision. Finally he reached in and pulled out the contents: a lasso, a whip, two revolvers, and their holsters. He strapped everything to his body. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time he had armed up, many years ago. It felt good to hold his weapons once more. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he should have them on this adventure.

Jack made his way outside and hoisted himself up to the lowest leaf. It was actually quite an easy climb—the leaves spaced out just right, almost like he was climbing a ladder. Jack climbed…and climbed…and climbed. It felt like he was climbing forever. He looked out and saw for miles. He didn’t make the mistake of looking down…he knew that would do him no good. He glanced up and saw he was approaching the clouds. The air was thinner up here, but still breathable. He was starting to doubt his decision to climb this monstrosity.

Finally Jack climbed through the clouds and reached the top of the bean stalk. To his surprise he saw land: miles and miles of beautiful countryside and forests, and just ahead a large castle.

“What the fuck?” Jack grunted as he hopped off the stalk. “How in the hell is this even possible?” Jack looked around. The castle seemed to be the only structure around, so he decided to explore. When he reached the castle he noticed just how massive it was. The door towered over him. He knocked, but he knew it wouldn’t be loud enough. Jack noticed a hole in the bottom of the door, just big enough for him to fit through. He couldn’t help but compare himself to a mouse sneaking into a home…the size difference was that astounding.

Jack slipped through the opening and quietly made his way into the castle. It was rather bare, just some large furniture and a pile of bones near the roaring fireplace. Jack shuttered when he saw some human skulls mixed into the pile. What the hell had he walked into?

The furniture was far too large for any human to use. Jack wondered once more where he was. It felt like he had climbed straight into a story book. He slipped under another door—this one had a large gap between the bottom of the door and the floor—and found himself in a kitchen. This room was far better stocked than the previous room. Just then Jack heard thunderous footsteps approaching. He quickly hid himself underneath one of the large cabinets. They were held up by four sturdy wooden legs, not directly on the floor like most kitchens. He pressed his back against the leg, squeezing his eyes shut when he heard the door open. He heard the footsteps head towards the table in the corner of the room. Jack carefully peered around the cabinet leg to take in his surroundings. He jumped back, barely stifling a yell when he saw a giant of a man sitting at the table. He was HUGE! Burly and rough with a shaggy black beard and hair to match.

The giant sat at the table, eating large pieces of meat right off the bone. He chomped and slurped disgustingly, grease and spit spreading across his grotesque face. Jack turned back, hiding himself once more. He cursed his curiosity and hoped he would get out of this alive. He heard the giant belch loudly, and then in a booming voice he issued a command.

“SING!” The giant bellowed. A moment later Jack heard the melodic sounds of lyre carry across the room, followed by the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. He chanced another look. Hanging just above the counter across the room was a golden cage. Inside was, what Jack could only describe as a goddess.

You were breathtaking, ethereal. Jack stared at you in amazement, your beautiful voice filling his cold, lonely heart with warmth. Jack couldn’t explain it, but he felt like he knew you. He knew for a fact you had never met—he would have remembered meeting such an exquisite being. No, he had never met you, but it was as if his soul recognized you.

You sang for several long minutes, and the giant slumped forward onto the table, sound asleep. His loud snores drowned out your song, and you stopped singing. Jack waited tensely, wondering if the giant would wake. When he was certain the beast would stay asleep, he carefully made his way to your cage. He climbed up on the counter and perched himself on a shelf next to where your cage hung.

“Who are you?” You whispered when Jack reached you.

“Jack,” he answered. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I’ve been held captive here for a long time,” you answered sadly. “The giant heard me sing, and took me away from my home.” Jack saw tears silently falling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Jack whispered. “What’s your name?” You gave him your name.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” Jack murmured. You looked away shyly.

“Now don’t be shy, darlin’,” Jack said gently. “You are gorgeous, and your voice is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

“Really?” You asked in awe.

“Truly,” he replied. You spent hours talking to Jack. Hours that felt like mere minutes. Neither of you realized how much time had passed, you were so invested in each other. Jack was enchanted by you and you him.

“Have you tried to escape?” He asked you. You nodded.

“Yes, but this cage has magic protecting it,” you told him. “Only the key can free me.”

“Do you know where the key is?” Jack asked you. You shook your head sadly.

“No, he has never let me out,” you replied. “So, I have never seen him hold it.”

“I’m gonna find that key, darlin,” Jack assured you. Your face brightened at his words. “I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

“Oh Jack!” You exclaimed quietly. “Please, I hate being here…and now knowing you’re out there…well, it would be unbearable for me to stay!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he promised. “Ole Jack will save the day.” You giggled quietly. Jack climbed down and began searching for the key. He checked drawers and cabinets, jars and boxes, but he couldn’t find the damn key anywhere. Just then he heard the giant stirring.

“Jack!” You whisper shouted. “Hide!” Jack quickly ducked into a cupboard, peering out the slightly open door. The giant sat up and shook his head sleepily. Suddenly he lifted his head up in the air and sniffed.

“Fee, fie, fo, fum, I smell the blood of a delicious human,” the giant bellowed. Delicious human? Jack swallowed thickly. Now he knew how the skulls in the other room met their end…

Jack looked around the cupboard he was in, hoping to find a better hiding spot. He opened a golden box. Inside was a gold key. The key! It was large, but not too large that Jack couldn’t carry it. He strapped it to his back, using the rope attached to the end of it. He watched the giant searching the kitchen. The beast would stop every so often and sniff their air, repeating his phrase ‘Fee, fie, fo, fum, I smell the blood of a delicious human’. Jack waited until the giant was on the other side of the kitchen, his back turned, before he made his move.

He crept carefully out of the cupboard and made his way silently across the kitchen. Once he was situated under your cage he pulled his whip out. He engaged it—the rope spilling out of the handle. He whipped it up, latching it into the front of your cage. He cringed at the small sound it made when it his the gold bars. His gaze flew to the giant, but the monster was still facing away. Jack hit the button and retracted the whip, allowing it to swiftly carry him up to you.

Your face was beaming when you saw he had the key. He quietly slid it into the lock and turned it. The door opened silently and you climbed out of the cage. Jack gestured for you to wrap your arms around his neck. You did and held on tightly. Jack hit the button on his whip again and you were both lowered down to the floor. You suppressed a squeal at the rapid descent. With a flick of his wrist, the whip detached and Jack retracted it once more before tucking it away in his belt. You lowered your arms and he took your hand. One more glance at the giant showed he was on his knees, his head buried in a cabinet searching for Jack.

Jack tugged you along and you quickly, and quietly, made your way to the kitchen door. Jack helped you to slide underneath first, then followed behind you. Once you were out of the kitchen you both breathed a small sigh of relief. Being in a different room than the giant made you feel a bit better. You rushed towards the front door, wanting to put as much distance between the giant and yourselves. You were almost to the door when you heard a loud clang come from the kitchen. You heard the giant roar. You both realized the noise was the key slipping from the cage.

The giant burst through the door and saw the two of you just as you slipped through the small hole in the door. He roared again and you and Jack ran as fast as you could. Jack pulled you towards the bean stalk.

“Hurry,” he panted. “Climb down. As fast as you can, but be careful! It’s a long fall.” You nodded and the two of you began the long climb down. You went surprisingly fast considering how precarious it was. You were about halfway down when you saw the giant break through the clouds and start climbing after you.

“Jack!” You cried out. Jack looked up and saw the giant. He knew it would overtake you both quickly—able to climb much faster than either of you due to his size. Jack continued to descend and pulled out one of his revolvers. He fired at the giant. His howls of pain let Jack know his bullets had found their mark. He couldn’t kill the giant with the gun, but he hoped it would slow him down enough to get you both safely on the ground.

It worked. You both landed on the ground in Jack’s garden. The giant was about halfway down, swatting at the air like a swarm of bees was after him. You laughed when you realized it was because of Jack’s bullets.

“Back up, darlin’,” Jack warned. You stepped back and Jack pulled out his lasso. He began twirling it and you admired his skill. He pressed something and the end turned blue, crackling with electricity. You gasped when you saw it. He whipped it and it wrapped around the stem of one of the large leaves. The current shot down the stem and raced up the entire stalk. When it reached the giant he glowed and crackled just like the end of the lasso. He shook violently and then went stock still. He froze for two long seconds before his body fell backwards and down down down it went, crashing into the meadow behind Jack’s house.

Jack turned off the lasso and walked towards the giant. You went to follow him, but he held out a hand, urging you back.

“Stay there, darlin’,” he said gently. “I don’t want you goin’ near it if it’s still alive.” You nodded and waited anxiously until Jack examined the beast. He came back to you moments later.

“He’s dead,” Jack said calmly. You both heard an odd buzzing sound and turned to face the giant. His body vanished before your eyes—turning to mist and erasing any proof that the monster existed. Just then a large cracking noise filled the air. The bean stalk, weakened by the electrical current, came crashing down into the meadow, right where the giant had been.

“Well,” Jack said with a sigh, “guess that takes care of that.” You laughed, a beautiful melodic sound. Jack smiled at you—the first genuine smile since his wife had passed. “I should cut this thing up. Should be enough food to feed an army for several winters.” You nodded.

“I’ll help,” you offered. “Where’s your ax?” Jack went around the back of the house and grabbed a couple axes from the wood pile. The two of you worked side by side, laughing and enjoying your time together. You had cut up about a third of the stalk when Jack noticed a man walking up his drive.

“Well, who in the hell could that be?” He wondered aloud. You both dropped the axes and walked forward to greet the visitor. Jack recognized the man from the general store—the one who had given him the beans. He was holding the chest.

“You weren’t kidding ‘bout them beans,” Jack called to him. The man didn’t hear him. His gaze was fixed on you.

“Papa?” You whispered, shock on your beautiful face.

“Sweet pea,” he cried. He set down the chest, and you ran to him and hugged him tight. Jack was frozen in disbelief. You both cried and exclaimed how wonderful it was to see each other again after all this time.

“Well, I think there is some explaining to do,” Jack said after you two broke apart. “Why don’t we head into the house and have some coffee.” Your father nodded and Jack led the both of you into his kitchen. He brewed a fresh pot of coffee and the three of you sat at his kitchen table. Your father told you both how he had searched for you for years. No one believe him when he said a giant kidnapped his daughter. He had almost given up hope that he would ever find you. Then one day a fairy came to him. She gave him the magic beans and told him what needed to be done.

“Why didn’t you plant them right away,” you asked, confused.

“I wanted to,” he told you, “but the fairy said only your true love could save you. The beans would only grow for him. She said he was a broken, lost man, and he would never find his way until he found you. She assured me that I would know when I found him. And then she disappeared.” Your father took a sip of his coffee and you and Jack shared a look, both too nervous to mention the whole ‘true love’ thing.

“I knew,” your father continued, “the second I saw that chest”—he nodded towards the chest sitting by the front door—“I knew he was the one.”

“How?” Jack asked, confused.

“The sweet peas,” your father explained. Recognition dawned on your face. “I’ve called her sweet pea since the day she was born. She was born in April, and sweet peas are the birth flower of April. And they represent kindheartedness—which my daughter has in droves. She is a sweet pea…so, I just knew.” Jack swallowed thickly.

“I normally carve roses,” he said quietly. “They were my late wife’s favorite…but this time, I felt this…urge to carve sweet peas. I couldn’t explain it…I just had to…” You reached out and grasped Jack’s hand. He squeezed yours and met your eyes. A current passed between the two of you. You felt it…you both did. This was something special. Something powerful. Something you couldn’t explain or rationalize. But it felt right.

“I want you to know,” your father said, breaking the intense moment between you two, “you have my blessing. Whatever you two decide…I support you.” Jack nodded.

“I know this is all…shit, this is crazy, but it makes sense when I look at her,” Jack told your father. He turned back to you. “I want to give you the world. Make you happy. Spend all my days with you.” You smiled brightly.

“I want that too, Jack,” you whispered. He smiled and lifted your hand up to kiss the back of it.

“Well, that settles it,” you father said, clapping his hands together once. He stood up. He walked over the the hope chest and brought it to the table. He placed it in front of you. “I expect an invite to the wedding.” He eyed Jack. “And I want this chest to go to my first grandchild.” You felt your skin warm at the thought of having Jack’s children. Jack laughed and agreed. He stood and hugged your father.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you for leading me to her.” Your father pulled away and smiled, patting Jack on the shoulder. He stepped back and addressed you both.

“I’m living in town now,” he told you. “So I will never be far if you need me.” You stood and hugged him tight. “I’ll come by tomorrow to visit if that’s alright?” You and Jack both agreed and your father saw himself out. Jack looked at you shyly.

“Well—” he began. He looked down at his feet not sure what to say. You walked over to him and took his hands in yours.

“I know this is a lot,” you told him, “but I know it’s right.”

“Me too,” he agreed immediately. He looked down at your lips. “C-Can I kiss you, honey?” He asked huskily.

“Please, Jack,” you whispered. He captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. You both moaned at the feeling of his mouth on yours. You had both been so long without human contact, both so touch starved. Jack deepened the kiss and pulled your body against his. You melted into his strong arms. He groaned and licked into your mouth, wanting to lose himself in you completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your breasts against his chest. Jack grabbed your hips and slipped his knee between your legs. He ground his erection against your hip. You eventually parted, panting for breath and on fire with lust and love.

“We should probably finish chopping up that bean stalk,” Jack said absentmindedly, trying to calm the desire racing through him.

“It can wait until tomorrow,” you whispered against his mouth. “We have other things to do tonight. Take me to bed, Jack.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jack said with a smile. He hoisted you up into his strong arms and carried you to the bedroom.

For the first time in a long time, Jack Daniels looked forward to his future.

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Kissed by a Wolf - Chapter 3

Masterlist / Playlist for reading in this chapter, the reader is fighting an infection and making a furry friend.

CW for phsyical injury, bodily fluids, extreme pain, loss of consciousness and being pinned down by someone (this sounds terrible but I promise it gets more fluffy halfway through!)

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Healing

You woke up crying, the pain in your cheek threatening to split your head in half. Your cheek was wet from your tears and sticky from the wound that had been seeping all night. Eda stirred next to you and you both stared at each other in utter horror. William’s daughter looked like a corpse. Her cheeks and eyes had sunken deep into her skull and her face was a greyish color. You probably didn’t look any better, if her shock was any indication.

The cell opened and you got your first round of water and bread for the day. The man feeding you gave you a pitiful look but did not say anything about your state. There was still alcohol on his breath and he looked annoyed about his task, probably wishing he was still in bed like the other warriors. You did not dare to ask for help.

You drifted in and out of consciousness for the next few hours as the last few other prisoners were taken to Randvi and questioned about their knowledge and alliances. There was an aura of hopelessness in your cell. No one was speaking, everyone was staring at their feet and flinching at any loud noise. Eda ate a piece of bread and got terrible stomach cramps but managed to keep it down. At least one good thing.

People were going in and out of the longhouse, you could hear horses outside, swords clashing in the distance - probably training - and a few servants sweeping the big hall and cleaning up last night’s mess. Suddenly something small and white moved into your field of vision. Were you dreaming again? You were sure you had a fever by now.

But this was real, Eda saw it too. She had straightened up next to you, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. A scrawny white cat was cautiously circling the cell and apparently scouring for leftovers. You quickly skimmed the ground for anything you could offer the little animal. And yes, there was a big crumb right next to your heel. You carefully pushed it closer to you with your foot and managed to get it all the way into your hands’ reach.

Quietly whispering and purring to the cat, you tried to lure her closer. And sure enough, the little white lady slowly came closer to your hands. You stayed completely still and held out the crumb on your open palm. Carefully, the cat stuck its paw through the bars and pulled the crumb back toward her. She devoured it right away. Softly meowing, she looked up at you, asking for more. You smiled at the sweet animal, a silver lining on this terrible day in this terrible cell.

“Birna! Where are you, you little rascal?” a familiar raspy voice called out, this time in the sweetest singsong, making you smile even more. The cat did not move from its spot next to you, instead meowing back louder to call to her mistress. You slowly stretched out your hands and she watched them curiously, beginning to purr as you drew your fingertips over her soft fur.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Eivor rounding the corner, wearing nothing but a thick grey knee-length tunic and fur boots. She froze in her tracks when she saw the scene before her. You quickly pulled your hands back, thinking she was angry at you for petting the cat. She suddenly rushed to the guard that had fallen asleep on his chair, slapping his chest with the back of her hand and ripping the keys to your cell from his grasp. He jerked awake, but Eivor had already opened the door and squatted down next to you.

“Fuck the gods.” She sounded astonished and extremely worried at the same time. “Damn you, Dag, how did you not see this? Her wound has festered!”

Eivor’s voice got louder and angrier with every word. She placed a hand on your forehead.

“She’s burning up! I’m taking her to Valka.” With one swift motion, she had unbound your hands and picked you up. You hung in her arms, too weak to move. As she carried you out of the pen, she shot Dag a warning look and hissed: “We’ll talk about this later.”

The tall warrior almost ran out of the longhouse, whispering to you to stay with her and that she would take you to the best healer she knew.

“Don’t you worry, little bird. You just have to fight and recover. I will take care of you from now on.”

You arrived at a smaller hut and entered the dimly lit room that smelled of burned incense and freshly cut wood. A small, black-haired woman with a beautiful headdress and impressive facial tattoos leaped to her feet when she saw you come in.

“Oh Eivor, what have you brought me now? Lay her down here.” She motioned to her bed, a simple wooden plank with a sack of straw and a number of furs. Eivor laid you down gently, kneeling next to you and squeezing your hand.

“She was struck by her master two days ago. It must have gotten this bad last night.”

Valka crouched down and inspected your tender flesh. You fainted several times as she prodded at the wound but Eivor always called you back to her. The healer was now assembling herbs, burning something, and heating up water in a kettle over her fireplace. She ground up some sort of root and a few herbs and threw the mixture into the boiling water. Then she took a clean cloth and ordered Eivor to place the hot kettle on a wooden plate next to the bed.

She dipped the cloth into the hot, sour-smelling brew that stung in your eyes and nose, then she pressed it on your cheek. It felt like she had stabbed a dagger into your skull, the pain ringing in your ears and making you see nothing but burning white. You were too exhausted to scream, fading in and out of consciousness. Instead, your body started violently shaking and Valka yelled at Eivor to pin you down before dunking the cloth into the scalding hot liquid and repeating the procedure again and again. Thankfully, you lost consciousness completely after the third time. The last thing you felt was Eivor’s big, warm hands on your upper arms and her knee on your hip, holding you down as you convulsed in pain.

When you woke up for the second time today, you were still lying on Valka’s bed. You wore a long linen tunic and the women seemed to have washed you, freeing you from the sweat and dirt that had accumulated in the last days. The room smelled better than before, the kettle was over the fire again and the small woman stirred dried flowers and other herbs into the water. Eivor was sitting next to you and wringing out another piece of cloth over a bucket. You braced yourself for more pain, but the water was cool and the blonde gently wiped your forehead and healthy cheek, your neck, and upper chest, humming softly to herself. She dampened the towel anew and folded it to lay it on your forehead. It was only now she realized you were awake.

“Little bird.” She laid a hand on your cheek. “The worst is over.”

Valka came over with a mug and put it down next to you. She gave you an exhausted but encouraging smile.

“I apologize for hurting you this much. The infection was spreading across your face, I needed to draw it out. You will need at least a week to heal.”

You raised a hand to your face, but Eivor stopped you from touching yourself.

“We will put on a bandage later. Now there is just a salve,” Valka explained, “and you will have to drink this daily to help your body fight from the inside and give you strength.”

She handed you the clay jug and you carefully raised it to your lips, taking a small sip of the concoction. It tasted sweet and earthy, immediately spreading warmth throughout your body and giving you the strength to fully open your eyes again. The wolf-kissed smiled at you.

“I will leave you in Valka’s care for now. Soon I will take you to my hut and look after you there,” she promised. “I need to go and attend to important business, but I will bring you both supper later.” She took your hand again and softly rubbed her thumb over your knuckles, then she raised it to her lips and placed a feather-light kiss on the back of your hand.

Before leaving, she put her hands on Valka’s shoulders and sincerely thanked her for helping you. Then she gave you a last smile and left.

The healer forced you to drink three jugs of her wonderful tea, then she helped you outside to relieve yourself and brought you back to bed, rubbing the salve into your cheek again and ordering you to sleep for now. The ointment numbed your skin and made the pain bearable. Taking a final look at the sun setting behind the mountains, you drifted away to sleep again.

When Eivor brought bread and stew later, you felt much better already. The two Viking women sat on the floor next to you as you ate together. The stew was made with thick chunks of fatty meat and big slices of root vegetables, filling your stomach for the first time in days. Eivor told Valka about the raid; apparently the healer had not attended the celebrations yesterday. When the warrior told Valka about Dag's terrible state last night and this morning, the dark-haired woman just shook her head about this much exorbitance and stupidity.

Even though you were still exhausted and not fully present at times, it was nice to sit with the two women and listen to them exchange stories and opinions, talk about plans for the future and a woman Valka was thinking about pursuing. The name Randvi caught your attention at one point, but with a meaningful look from Eivor, the topic was changed.

As it got dark and you couldn't stop yourself from yawning, they debated what to do with you this night. Valka offered to sleep on the floor so you could stay here, but Eivor argued that she had a bed large enough and far more comfortable for the both of you. The healer admitted that you seemed to be stable for now and made Eivor promise to call for her immediately if anything happened with you.

She handed Eivor a bag with the ointment, a few clean bandages, and the herb blend for the tea you should drink for the next few days. The blonde slung the pouch over her shoulder, then she approached you with a suddenly shy smile.

“We haven’t asked you for your opinion on this at all. Do you even want to sleep in my hut?” she asked timidly, seeming almost nervous as she waited for your answer.

You shook your head and smiled. “Eivor, I’m just glad to be out of that terrible cell. I will sleep on the floor if I need to.”

“Little bird, tonight you will fly into the land of dreams on the softest wings. This bed is fit for a queen.”

You held up your arm and wrapped it around the back of her neck as she picked you up again. Valka accompanied you outside, then she said her goodbyes and left for the longhouse. Eivor carried you in the other direction and used her knee to open the door to her big wooden cottage. Red rugs covered the wooden floorboards and a big torch next to the entrance lit the room, drenching it in flickering golden light. Her bed really was gigantic, with intricate carvings on the headbord and furs draped over the mattress.

The warrior gently lowered you onto her bed and laid down an enormous quilt over your body. She lit a candle on her side of the bed and put out the torch. Then she sat down on a big trunk and took off her boots, placing them neatly at the foot of the wooden bedframe. Slowly, trying not to disturb you, she laid down next to you and covered herself with a thin blanket. You raised your head.

“Won’t you get cold?”

Eivor looked at you in surprise, probably having assumed you were already sleeping. She gave you her wonderfully crooked smile.

“I’m very hot blooded. I don’t mind the cold.”

“I admire that,” you sighed. “I’m always freezing.”

She turned toward you and rested her head on her arm, stretching out her other hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. Her fingers stayed on your forehead for a moment.

“Your fever has dropped. Good,” she mumbled, “you’ll be better tomorrow. Sleep now, little bird.”

Later at night you woke up from the sound of your own chattering teeth. The cold had entered the hut and taken a hold of you with its icy fingers; your whole body was cramping up and shaking.

You looked over at the warrior lying next to you. Eivor was sleeping soundly, her bare arms thrown over her head and one leg sticking out from under the blanket. She seemed to be immune to the bitter cold.

There was no way you could fall asleep like this, freezing and shivering, your jaw hurting from trying to stop the chattering. You had to take the plunge. Slowly, you turned over to Eivor, scooting closer to her and lifting the quilt to come in contact with her warm body. She was radiating heat.

You snuggled up to her, laying your head on her shoulder and resting your arm on her chest. She flinched at your weight on her, opening her eyes to make sure there was no danger. You two shared a silent look, then she smiled and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in closer and warming you up so quickly that you were asleep again within minutes.

The next morning you were woken by the bustle outside, animal noises mixing with the blacksmith’s hammer and people talking as they walked past. A rooster crowed and reminded you of your old home in Williamsburg. You were still lying close to Eivor, your head in the crook of her arm and your leg intertwined with hers. She hummed in her sleep as she felt you stirring and pulled you in, not allowing you to move.

You noticed that your head wasn’t throbbing anymore. Your cheek still felt tender and the wound stung, but you were sure the salve and the herbal infusion Valka had given you would get you through the day.

Eivor moved again, turning her torso toward you and holding you even closer to her chest.

“How did you sleep, little bird?” she mumbled into your hair. “Did I share enough of my warmth with you?”

You pressed your forehead into the hollow spot beneath her collarbone and inhaled her wonderful scent, a mixture of herbs, tree bark, snow days and a faint musk reminding you of the deer on William’s pasture.

“Without you, I would have frozen to death last night,” you murmured back. She enveloped you with her strong, hot body while her fingers stroked your hair absentmindedly.

Suddenly, the blonde drew her head back to look down at you.

“How is your face? Better?”

You nodded.

“It still burns, but I think the worst is over.”

Eivor let go of you and stretched her arm toward the bag on the wooden trunk, almost falling off the bed when she finally caught it. You grabbed her hand just in time to pull her back up, both of you having to laugh at her clumsiness. She opened the small jar with the rich yellow cream and dipped two fingers into the mixture. Careful not to press down too hard, she rubbed the salve into your cheek, all the way from your jaw to your temple. As she massaged the little dent there, you closed your eyes and leaned into her touch.

After a while, Eivor got up and put on leather pants and a coat over her tunic. She lit the fireplace so you would be warm all day and slipped on her boots, promising to return soon with breakfast and a kettle to make your tea.

You let yourself fall back onto the pillow and pulled the quilt all the way up to your nose. This day promised to be a lot more comfortable than the last ones. There was not going to be much to do except lay around and wait for Eivor to check in on you every once in a while. Maybe she would give you something to do - you could mend clothes for her or sweep the hut or prepare food for later.

It seemed terribly unfair to you all of a sudden, you sitting here warm and fed while Eda and the others were still biding their time in their cell. It was not like you had done anything to gain anyone’s favor, Eivor just seemed to take to you a lot and your injury had drastically changed your path here. You wondered what the others were doing now and what they would be doing in the next few weeks. Eivor hadn’t taken them here without reason, there had to be a purpose to all of this.

A noise at the window made you look up. It was Birna, the white cat from yesterday, shooting you a demanding look through the gaps in the wooden grid that let in some light without leaving a big hole in the wall. Right, no glass windows. No wonder you had been freezing last night. Careful not to lose your balance, you got up from the bed and took the grid from the small opening. You were delighted to see that it had started snowing outside. Birna gave you a satisfied meow and squeezed through the window, immediately heading for the bed and curling up right where you had sat. The spot was probably still warm.

After placing the grid back in the window frame, you joined Birna on the mattress. She stretched and rubbed her tiny head against the back of your hand, demanding to be petted, and you humbly obliged. The two of you sat together for a while, the little lady purring in response as you made her compliments and told her about the cats back at Williamsburg.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. This was strange - why would Eivor knock? To make sure you weren’t indecent? She had already seen you naked yesterday, although it would fit her to still be all honorable and courteous.

Another knock.

“Eivor, are you there? It’s Randvi.”

Your breath caught in your throat and Birna looked up at you, indignant at your sudden refusal to pet her. You did not dare to move or say anything.

“Listen, I know we quarreled yesterday, but does this mean you won’t speak to me now? I just want to talk.” She sounded desperate, knocking harder this time. Fuck.

For a moment, there was silence and you started to hope she had left.

Then the handle turned and the door opened.

Randvi stood in the door, tall and beautiful as ever, her hand still on the doorknob. In a matter of seconds, her face went through surprise, confusion, realization, anguish and then nothing but wrath. You sat stone still, staring at her.

When she spoke, her voice was quiet and ice cold.

“So that’s how it is. I understand now.” She laughed but there was no humor in her voice, only bitterness.

Before you could say anything, she had turned on the spot and slammed the door shut. You could hear her steps fade away on the path to the longhouse and finally dared to release the breath you had been holding this entire time.

Birna had jumped at the loud noise, but now she rolled herself up in your lap and began to purr again. You let your head fall back against the headboard and stared up at the ceiling, trying to gather your thoughts.

Jesus Christ.

You jerked up when you heard steps at the door again, but this time it was Eivor that entered. There were snowflakes in her hair, her face was flushed from the cold and she had brought a well-filled jute bag and a dark metal cauldron. A bright smile was on her face as she stomped her feet to get rid of the snow on her boots and threw the bag on the bed.

“First snow!” she pointed out the obvious and took off her coat before letting herself fall onto the bed next to you and giving Birna a big smooch, which the cat took with an annoyed grumble.

“How did she get in here?” Eivor laughed and ruffled the cat’s fur. “She doesn’t like the snow. The little Viking princess is a sensitive one. She stays in here all winter and complains until the thaw comes.”

You cleared your throat. “I let her in through the window. But…” Eivor seemed to finally sense something was wrong and gave you a questioning look.

“Randvi was here.”

The blonde closed her eyes and sighed, then she blinked up at the ceiling just as you had done minutes earlier.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s complicated.” She shook her head.

You bit your lip and gave her an apologetic look. “She seemed displeased.”

This was a vast understatement, but you did not want to get involved in this, whatever it was.

“I’ll talk to her later. This has nothing to do with you,” Eivor promised. Exactly.

You shared a breakfast consisting of bread, goat cheese and dried fruit while the water over the fireplace had started boiling and the herbs inside filled the entire room with their pleasant smell.

When you had finished your meal and started sipping your brew, Eivor propped herself up on her elbow next to you.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Eivor?”

With her fingertips she drew patterns into Birna’s fur, her brow furrowed in contemplation.

“Do you think you could take another look at the map? I am planning on raiding Fort Winton tomorrow or the day after. The time is right, we are experienced in fighting in the snow and cold. I want to get this done.”

You swallowed hard, thinking of the life you had led before. If you supported this raid, you were betraying all your previous affiliations and fealties. Winton’s Steward was a terrible man. He had scared you when you were younger and he scared you now. You were sure that there was not a single person under his rule that enjoyed his company or thought him a good sovereign. You took a deep breath.

“I will. But under one condition: I do not wish to be seen as subject to English rule and fealty. I owe them nothing. I will give you all my knowledge and skill and I will swear my loyalty to you, only you. I will no longer be an English prisoner but your servant and by extension, a part of this clan.”

Eivor listened to you intently and considered your proposition for a moment, then she nodded.

“I would not have let you come into my house and sleep next to me if I did not trust you already. I do not know how, but it sometimes feels like destiny brought us together.” Her hand moved toward yours, then she pulled it back and continued to pet Birna.

“I will speak to the council about this tonight. Tomorrow you shall help us strategize, so we can leave at first light the next day.”

You agreed, stretching out a hand to stroke Birna’s fur and just so happening to brush over Eivor’s knuckles with your fingertips. Both of you had to smile, feeling as if you shared a secret, one that had not fully revealed itself to you yet.

The warrior actually had a few tasks for you that you could take care of in bed: a few of her tunics that had tears and holes, a pair of pants which had ripped at the back - she went crimson red and mumbled something about a drinking contest and a wrestling match - and an old fur coat she had grown out of but gave to you to mend and wear.

You spent the day with Birna, sewing and patching up Eivor’s clothes while telling the cat stories about Delia and Henry and your favorite adventures from your childhood. Eivor came by later, dropping off some more fruit to pass the time until supper. She seemed slightly irritated, but when she saw your work on her clothes she rejoiced.

“You’re an artist, little bird! With you by my side, I will soon look like a queen!”

You laughed and clutched the fur coat to your chest.

“I will take this as my first payment, then. Thank you. Maybe I will finally be warm for once.”

“Y/N, are you telling me you were cold last night? You must be made of ice if my heat could not pierce you,” Eivor teased you playfully.

“Oh, it most certainly did. It seems you are the only one capable of doing so.” You smiled at her. She grabbed your hand and rubbed her thumbs over your palm.

“I need to go now and meet the council. I will come back to warm you later.” She stroked Birna’s fur one last time, then she got up and in leaving threw you a last look that sent blood into your cheeks and made your stomach flutter.

“I long for it,” you whispered after she had closed the door behind her.

#eivor x reader #f!eivor #f!eivor x reader #lady eivor #lady eivor x reader #ac valhalla #assassins creed valhalla #eivor wolfsmal #eivor wolf-kissed #eivor fanfiction #angst #fluff

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blurglesmurfklaine · 4 years ago

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Death Cannot Stop True Love

Summary: After being kidnapped from his kidnapper by the Dread Pirate Roberts, Blaine reminisces on the poor farmboy who once held his heart.

The Princess Bride AU, one shot, 1.7k words

A/N: did i work on ANY of my wips this weekend? no <3

BUT DID I WATCH THE PRINCESS BRIDE TWICE AND THEN SUBSEQUENTLY WRITE THIS? YOu BET YOUR ASS I DID

I've never really written anything like this??? But I surprisingly had a lot of fun with it, so let me know what you think! :D

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Blaine’s hands land a bit too roughly against the grey granite for his taste, rather put off by the masked stanger’s manhandling.

He supposes being kidnapped by Willaim Schuester, then having the Dread Pirate Roberts kidnap him from his kidnapper wasn’t quite the delightful way he’d expected to end his evening ride, either.

“Rest, your Highness,” the man in black commands, the strands of tattered fabric that secure his mask tied behind his head billowing in the wind. Blaine refuses to shiver at the cool air of the highland whipping across his face, not wanting to show this man any signs of weakness. “You’re going to need it.”

“You’re the one who’s going to need rest,” Blaine spits, turning to face the man and take a proper seat on the stone. “My betrothed will come for me. Prince Smythe is an excellent tracker. He could track a falcon on a cloudy day, and he and his infantry will have me back in the castle and you in shackles by dusk.”

He should not make such bold claims at a time like this, and certainly not to someone as deadly as the Dread Pirate Roberts. Well, Blaine is only mostly sure he’s speaking to the infamous Pirate known for his murderous voyages on his ship, “Revenge”, but he’s certain enough.

“Ah, yes,” the man says bitterly back, fingers drumming ansty along the handle of his sheathed sword. “Prince Smythe. You have much faith in your most beloved, don’t you?”

Having his daily outing interrupted by that faux-philosopher Schuester from earlier and his two henchmen was unpleasant enough, but of all the things he’s heard come out of someone’s mouth this was the foulest. The law of the land gives Smythe the right to choose his spouse, and he chose Blaine. Despite this, Blaine knows he could never love Sebastian back. Now when he’s really known and lost his true love.

“I never said he was my most beloved,” Blaine snarls.

No. That title belongs to a name too precious to be uttered in front of the likes of a cheating, stealing, slaying pirate.

It’s been five long and lonely years since his dearest Kurt left him to venture out to sea, but Blaine can still feel Kurt’s hand in his sometimes, can still feel the residual warmth, as if it were yesterday. When he closes his eyes, it’s Kurt’s beautiful blue ones that are waiting for him when he falls asleep. Every round that his heart beats, it beats for the long dead Kurt Hummel.

Kurt had been Blaine’s family’s farm boy, and Blaine, in his infantile arrogance, loved nothing more than to boss him around. Whether it was “Farmboy, shine my saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning,” or “Farmboy, take these jugs down by the river to wash,” Kurt always responded with the same simple sentence that sent Blaine’s heart aflutter.

“As you wish.”

Blaine didn’t understand it at first—how could he, when he’d never been in love—the quickening of his pulse when he was near Kurt, how his knees seemed to careen and fail when hazel met piercing blue.

He didn’t understand why, when he’d asked Kurt to clean the stables, Kurt had looked at him with electricity in his eyes like a thunderstorm, and Blaine felt compelled to add a meek, “Please?” to the end of his request. He didn’t understand why when Kurt so softly answered him with those three little words— “As you wish” —Blaine would light like a lantern from the inside out.

He didn’t understand why he asked Kurt to fetch him a pitcher hanging right by his own head, just so he could be graced with having him in such close proximity, chest to chest.

“As you wish,” Kurt had said, and Blaine didn’t understand the magnetic force drawing them closer and closer.

And then Kurt’s lips were on his, and oh, how Blaine finally understood. He understood why wars were waged over Helen of Troy, and why lutists serenaded the public with foolish tunes of love that were actually the least foolish things in their nature.

He understood that every time Kurt said, “As you wish,” what he truly was saying was “I love you.”

He understood so clearly, and everything that wasn’t Kurt was reduced to complete and utter nonsense.

For a short year, they lived on borrowed time. Kurt’s family wasn’t from money, so he left the farm—and with it, Blaine—to seek wealth enough to ask for Blaine’s hand in marriage. It wasn’t long until the news came back to him that Kurt had encountered the Dread Pirate Roberts on the high seas.

There are three things Blaine knows to be true. Kurt Hummel was his one true love, death takes everyone and does not discriminate, and the Dread Pirate Roberts never takes prisoners.

Kurt never returned to him after that.

“No, I suppose he’s not your one true love,” the Dread Pirate responds, unimpressed. “I wonder whether a royal-to-be like yourself has ever truly loved.”

“I’ve loved and been loved deeper than you will ever know!” Blaine counters. “He was stolen from me, his blood on your sword. I know who you are. You’re the Dread Pirate Roberts, admit it.”

The Dread Pirate gives a little flourish, his night black outfit a stark contrast to the verdant grass of the highlands. “With pride.”

“You killed my love.”

“Quite possible. I’ve killed many of noble blood aboard my ship.”

“You know nothing,” Blaine says. “He was poor. Poor and perfect and with eyes like the sea after a storm. I received notice that he’d crossed your path on the high seas, and as we all know, you never take prisoners.”

Roberts shrugs, displaying such upsetting nonchalance at Kurt’s demise. “Can’t afford to make any exceptions. Once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft, people begin to disobey you, and then it's nothing but work, work, work, all the time.”

Being held hostage by Schuester while the Dread Pirate fought off Michael Chang, one of the best swordsman ever to walk the earth, was nerve wracking. Hearing how he then proceeded to physically conquer who is probably the tallest man Blaine has ever seen, and then listening as he sat blindfolded to this man outwit William into drinking from a poisoned cup was a hellish enough adventure on its own, but it was not as dreadful as hearing his anguish ridiculed by this stranger.

“You mock my pain!”

“Life is pain, Highness.” The pirate gives Blaine a look that he would consider hurt, if he did not hate him so. “Anyone who says different is selling something… I think I remember this farmboy of yours. This would be about what, five years ago?”

Five years, three months, and sixteen days, Blaine refuses to say. His silence doesn’t deter Roberts from continuing.

“He died well, if it pleases you to hear that much.”

“With all due respect—which is little to none—nothing you can say will please me. Likewise, nothing you can say will harm me.”

“He made no attempts at either bribery or blubbering. He simply said Please. I need to live. It was the please that caught my attention. I need to live for him.” The pirate’s eyes grow misty and distant and so painfully reminiscent of his love’s that Blaine is forced to look away for a moment. “He spoke of a boy so lovely, and of enduring faithfulness. Sad to see he died for nothing. Tell me, Highness, when you heard news of his death, did you immediately become engaged, or did you wait a week out of respect for the dead?”

“Had I a choice in this matter I would join him among the realm of the dead!” Blaine yells back, surprised to see a bit of shock in the thief’s eyes. “You mocked my pain once, do not do it again. I died that day!”

The unmistakable sound of hooves pounding into the ground of the hillside opposite them causes Blaine to sigh in relief. He never thought he would be so elated to see his fiance. Still... elated may be too strong of a word.

The Dread Pirate turns to scout the incoming commotion, and Blaine acts before he has time to second guess himself.

“And you can die, too, for all I care,” he grits out, and shoves hard on the Dread Pirate’s back, sending the murderer tumbling down the hillside.

Blaine’s expecting to hear shouts of terror coming from the pirate, but what he hears next makes his stomach pool with dread.

“Aaaaaas yoooouuuuu wiiiiiiish!” echoes through the hillside, coming from the Dread Pirate Roberts and Blaine’s jaw drops.

“Kurt,” he gasps. “Oh God, what have I done?”

“Over there!” he hears Sebastian’s familiar and grating voice call out from just beyond the hillside. One glance behind his shoulder and Blaine knows they will come for him, and when they do, he will never see Kurt again.

So he jumps forward and follows Kurt rolling down along the slope of the hill.

Small rocks and flowers swirl past him in a blur, dirt kicked up every time his boots collide with the ground, and after falling for what feels like ages, his body finally comes to a halt, right next to Kurt’s warm one.

Blaine shifts to see Kurt better, body bruised from the fall, but soul absolutely jubilant.

Kurt scrambles over to him, black mask having been knocked off in the tumble. “Are you alright? Can you stand?”

Blaine laughs and reaches out to grab Kurt’s— Kurt’s —hand on top of his chest. as if to keep them physically tethered this time. “Stand? You’re alive. If you want, I could fly.” He buries his head deep into Kurt’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of him mixed with the grass and the dirt and the absolute joy of him being alive.

Kurt holds him back just as tight. “I told you I’d always come for you.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“My sweet Blaine,” Kurt murmurs, hand warm against Blaine’s cheek. “Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

Blaine barely has time to smile before Kurt’s lips are on his again, back in their rightful place.

#klaine #glee #wow look at me im writing!#klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #kurt hummel #blaine anderson

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whereforarthur · 4 years ago

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Two Heads are Better than One

Requested by @amofbebbanburg: Hello! I know something to write 😝😝😝 if you haven’t written this already, how about a Spencer Reid x reader where they both are geniusses and both can get extremely involved in discussions and the team is always flabbergasted as they don’t understand a thing about them, except.. That Spencer and her have a crush on eachother and they make Spencer fonally act on it? Maybe some NSFW to it ❤

A/N: Takes place during season 5 and mentions Spencer being shot in the knee. Introduction takes place in season 5, episode 5 “Cradle to Grave” Sorry I went a little off of the request I had an idea and I ran with it, I still hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @amofbebbanburg @thatsonezesty13 @slutforthegubes @hazel-howell @rachelssafespace @lindaze

Requests are Closed!

Category: FLUFF and SMUT! (NSFW)

Couple: Spencer Reid x BAU! reader

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, chocking, Dom!Spencer, degradation

Word Count: 2,889

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"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."

-Albert Einstein

You were sat at the corner of Spencer's desk as he rambled on about a blog he had just found, you wouldn’t have stayed and listened cause the subject was boring to you, but you stayed because you loved to watch the first genius in the BAU ramble. Especially since he was shot you couldn’t spend a moment away from him, afraid that something like that would happen again.

You were happy to see Derek walk in to the office finally someone else that Reid could talk to besides you. But, before you could give Reid to Derek, he was questioning Reid.

“Reid, what did I miss?”

“Oh, man, you're not gonna believe this. Some moron just posted a blog called "what would Carl Sagan do?" Spencer completely oblivious to what Derek was asking him about.

“No, Reid, the case.” Derek asked him again annoyance clear in his voice. “What's the case?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t know about a case, do you know about a case y/n/n” Spencer now directed his attention to you. You shook your head no “Nope I didn’t hear about any new cases coming in.” You told the boys.

“These emails from Hotch.” "take a look at this, " "new case to review."

“Emails from Hotch? I didn't get any emails from Hotch,” Spencer replied back to Derek while he typed on his computer. “did i? Nothing.” Both you and Spencer were clueless about what Derek was taking about.

The whole time he talked you and Spencer shared questioning gazes between the two of you as you played with his crutches, him stealing them away from you before you hurt yourself or broke them.

Derek had walked to Hotch’s office before you could ask him what was going on you and Spencer just went back to talking about the blog, you both assumed that Hotch had asked Derek to consul on a case before it was brought up in front of the entire team.

*****

“Kristie Taylor, runaway, drug addict, Reported missing from Farmington, New Mexico 3 years ago. Yesterday, she turned up off a freeway Outside of Rio Rancho.” JJ had begin debriefing the team about their new case.

“Sexual assault combined with ligature marks on her wrists and ankles.” Spencer stated reading off of the case file.

“She was asphyxiated.” You shuddered as you stated that as you hand was brought up to your neck, you hated whenever victims died from this, thinking that one day it could be you. In the bedroom you were know as the kinky submissive type, completely different from the dominant personality you used at work. And one of the things that could always get you off was a little bit of breath play, choking, you just loved it when a man took complete control of you, when your life was in his hands.

Those hands, god you had to get over this crush on Spencer ever since he was shot you realized your feelings were more of the “I want you to absolutely destroy me”, then the overprotective family type that they other members of the team had for him.

Spencer shook you out of your thoughts as he mouthed to you “are you okay” you simply nodded your head “yes” and went back to listening to JJ talk about the case.

When you had tuned back in Rossi was talking about how “There are a lot of guys out there who like chains.” You giggled to yourself and girls too, you thought to yourself. Spencer was confused as to way the mention of chains made you giggle, but figured out the answer when he saw the way your pupils were dilated, the rising blush on your checks, and the way you bit you lip with desire.

He blushed to himself, trying to get the imagine of you tied up in chains for him and only him out of his head. He cleared his throat and tried to get rid of the growing bulge in his tight pants.

Rossi asked JJ “ Are we sure this is the same unsub?”

“Kristie Taylor's autopsy report also indicates a second connection between these victims.” JJ replied back to him

Spencer informing the team of the connection, “she was pregnant.” Flipping the case file closed as JJ said that she had just given birth, she was killed within minutes of giving birth.

You had a theory, “This unsub isn't your typical sexual sadist. Captivity and assault we've seen before. What we haven't seen is this signature-- The role he forces these women to fulfill before he kills them. Motherhood.” you told the team all of them looking shocked and terrified.

“Journalist William D. Tammeus wrote, "you don't really understand human nature "unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round "will wave at his parents every time around And why his parents will always wave back."

“So why would a sexual sadist make women carry his children?” Emily asked the team with absolute confusion as to the unsubs motive.

“Gary Heidnik kept a harem in a dungeon. His goal was to create a large family As a replacement for his own broken home.” Spencer answered then turned to look at you, you continued his explanation.

“Josef Fritzl kept his daughter in a cell in his own house, And they had several kids together.”

You and Spencer were always like this, you guys were known to finish each others thoughts almost as if you too shared the same brain. It was absolutely sickening how adorable you two were with each other when you would get into your genius debates, rattling factoids about anything to prove which one was smarter. They were always wondering when you two would finally get together.

And to be honest you had finally had enough of the back and forth of the will they won’t they and you had decided (much to Penelope's constant nagging) that after this case you would finally tell Spencer how you felt, and fingers crossed, jump his bones.

***** The case had finally rapped up after what had felt like forever and you were glad to step foot back into the bullpen, determination coursing through your veins as you eyes landed on Spencer.

“Hey Spencie want to get takeout and do a movie night?, I’ll even let you pick out the first movie” You asked him hoping that he said yes, but he usually always did Spencer could never say no to the puppy dog eyes you were know to give him.

“That sounds amazing,” He replied as he laced your arms together walking you towards the elevator “your place or mine?”

“Yours” If this plan was going to end in the way you hoped it did you wanted it to be done at his place. You wanted him to take you on every surface of his apartment. You felt yourself getting wetter at the idea and before you even realized it Spencer was opening the car door for you to get in, you blushed as you thanked him for being such a gentlemen and got in the car.

*****

You had made your way to Spencer’s apartment without exciting yourself to much, in case he didn’t return the same feeling of attraction.

You sat on the couch as Spencer placed your usual order at your favorite Chinese restaurant. “It’ll be here in 20 minutes” he told you as he joined you on the couch and he set his crutches down on the ground you gathered up some courage to place your hand on his knee.

“Does it still hurt Spencer?” You began to bring your hand up and down his leg in a teasing manner making sure not to put too much pressure on it.

“Umm no-o not that much only when I-i try to put too much pressure on it.” Spencer didn’t know what you were trying to do but, he was hoping that you were finally going to tell him how you felt.

“OK that’s good just tell me if this hurts”

“If what hur...” Before he could finish his sentence you straddled yourself on his lap combing some hair that had falling in his face behind his ears. You smiled deviously as you felt his growing bulge resting at your core, you moaned at the sensation.

And in that moment, Spencer had lost all control, the years of him holding in his feelings were finally able to be set free. He grabbed your chin bringing your face inches away from him. You felt his hot breath fan over your face, another moan escaping your mouth.

His pupils were extremely dilated, they were filled with lust and desire. “Is this why you wanted to do a movie night y/n, huhh?” He left one hand on your check as the other wandered down to your throat giving just enough pressure to make you a whimpering mess in his lap.

“Yes, Doctor” That’s all you needed to say to him before he captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss both of you moaning at the sensation of finally being together.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” Spencer manged to get out in between kisses.

Both of you exploring each others bodies like you both had dreamed about.

His hands now harshly gripping your hips and grinding you against him. You ran your fingers through his lengthy curls, tugging at the ends eliciting several moans from him. He begin to work his kisses from your lips down to your neck leaving love bites in his wake, marking you as his.

With every kiss and bite you were a whimpering mess for him, grinding your hips against his, your core was pulsating and you needed him so badly at this point it hurt.

You finally began to undress each other, the want of him being inside of you taking over your body. You stood up to help remove his clothes making sure that you didn’t hurt his leg.

“Are you able to hold yourself up against a wall” You asked him with a smirk.

“Yes”

You grabbed his hand and shoved him against the wall before getting down on your knees, you stripped yourself down to your bra and underwear. Spencer had to stop himself from practically cumming at the sight.

“You are so fucking gorgeous” He manged to get out in between moans as you began to palm his erection through his underwear.

Finally having enough of teasing him you grabbed his underwear and dragged it down to his ankles, him kicking them off. You were shocked at the sight of him.

His tip was pulsating red with pre-cum as it rest against his stomach, you had never felt more aroused then you were in that exact moment you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to feel him.

You wrapped your hand around his erection, staring to stroke him gently. You stuck your tongue out as you drug it up and down his shaft, bringing it up from the base to the tip. You looked at Spencer, having a feeling that eye contact was a turn on for him, he moaned at the sight of you, which only egged you on even more.

You finally wrapped your lips around the tip, giving it a kiss before you began to to take him in your mouth. You wanted Spencer to fuck your mouth and that is exactly what he did. You felt his grip on the back of your head tighten as he began to thrust rapidly into your mouth, you made sure to relax your jaw to allow him more room inside of you.

He guided your mouth up and down his length, him loving the control that you gave him.

“You fucking love letting me you use that pretty mouth of yours. Fuck, it feels so good baby, you are taking it so well, like the good, slut that you are.” Between the praising and the degradation you were soaking wet and just dying to feel Spencer inside of you.

You loved that you were the only one to see him like this, the complete opposite of how he acted in work. He never cursed, he barely had the courage to take control. But, in this moment he was in full control and both of you were high off the feeling.

Spencer was so close to the edge as much as the idea of cumming down your throat excited him he needed to know hat it felt like to be inside of you first.

You pouted as Spencer yanked you off of him, dragging you up by the hair. You know stood practically dripping from how wet you were on shaky legs as he had to hold you up as he wiped the spit from your chin and the tears that fell from your eyes.

“As much as I wanted to cum into the pretty mouth of yours I think we would both enjoy it much more if I come in your fucking cunt.” Each word made you wetter by the second, he pushed your ruined panties to the side.

He started with two of those perfect and long fingers, that slipped with such ease inside of me, he roughly finger fucked me. He had to hold me up with one hand as we made out like horny teenagers.

As he pumped his fingers inside of me he began to rub my clit with his thumb, he could feel how close your were, the way you were clenching around his fingers, you had stopped kissing him to preoccupied with the feeling of his fingers deep inside of you.

“Are you going to come for me, as I finger that tight pussy up against my apartment wall, for all my neighbors to hear. I want you to fucking scream my name as you moan. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you came hard and quick a sting of curses and the doctors name falling from your lips. He never stopped his assault on your pussy, he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you as you came down from your high.

“Good girl, so fucking responsive to me and the real fun hasn’t even begun.”

He lead you to his bedroom him climbing up on the bed first carefully as to not hurt his leg, as soon as he was situated he told you to take off your bra and underwear as he patted his lap.

As soon as you straddled him he gripped your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head, as his other hand guided his length into you.

Your moans were echoing through the bedroom as he entered you, filling you to the brim completely stretching you out. “Fuck, you take my cock so good baby, so fucking tight.” He stated as he began to pound into you from below you ground your hips against him trying to keep up with his pace.

His hand still tighten wrapped around your throat he pulled you towards him capturing your lips in a kiss that seemed a lot softer compared to the situation that the two of you were in now.

“Fuck, Spencer you fill me up so good.” He moaned at your words only pulling you closer to him and thrusting deeper inside of you. You felt yourself coming closer to release as he groaned against your ear.

The hand from your throat was removed only to move to your bundle of nerves circling it, “I want you to come all over my cock baby, before I fill you up with my load. Understood?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Come for me baby,” he pleads as he feels his release is close. A hot panting mess, you still managed to scream his name as you came.

Spencer wasn’t far behind you still thrusting into with such force, your pussy tightening around him added to his orgasm as he came deep inside of you.

“Oh, god, fuck that feels so good baby.”

You two just sat there for awhile in pure bliss, both of you hot sweaty messes but neither of you cared. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of you you whimpered at the soreness that you felt, but knew that Spencer would take care of it for you.

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before he hobbled (since he left his crutches in the living room) his way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you up, you flopped over onto your stomach feeling completely drained.

You couldn’t stop the giddy feeling that coursed throughout your entire body you had never thought this moment was going to happen, especially with a co-worker that you fantasized about on a daily basis. You had finally realized you were also madly in love with this man.

Unbeknownst to you Spencer had felt the same giddy feeling as he stood just there in the bathroom staring at his reflection in the mirror with a smile that spread across his entire face. He had to realized the love he had for you and couldn’t be happy then to tell you.

*****

“Some love stories aren't epic novels. Some are short stories. But that doesn't make them any less filled with love.”

- Carrie Bradshaw

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #bau team

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bowandcurtsey · 4 years ago

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KYAAAAA omg ur amazing!!! i love ur writing ❤️♥️ and hi i’m teha i’m also a fellow writer too! my main blog for writing is @hanakoconut BUUT that’s not what i was here for 👀👀 EHEM EHEM..!!! so i see in ur description it says 100% smut! <_< COUGHCOUGH i’m not sure if there’s characters u don’t write for but EHEHEH can i request patry, licht, & vangeance smut head cannons :DDDDD IT CAN BE ANYTHING U WANT! just feed me the smut 😩😩 btw,, i reccomend you to make a post for rules for requesting (if u have any) and info then pin it onto ur page! it can be very helpful for u and readers 😌

Hello hello hello Teha ! *waves frantically* Yes I made a small intro post and pinned it! Thank you for requesting some elf smut #3#

I hope it’s enough to feed part of your cravessss!

Do give her blog some love <3

NSFW under the cut!

Patry

You’ll be in for a long night if he gets jealous.

So freaking loud in bed oh my god this man cannot contain himself

Will not be shy to let everyone else know you are doing the deed. “Go on, let everyone know who you belong to baby girl”

Definitely love pounding you in from the back, in full view of you at his mercy. Absolutely love watching your pussy take in his cock full from this view.

“Mmmm you’re clenching around daddy’s cock so tightly babygirl” he moans as he smacks your ass to hear your moans.

Will not let you cum until you’re a begging mess, “p-please d-addy! Let me cum....” your fingers will try to reach for your clit, desperately trying to reach your own high.

Grabs your arms and holds it behind your back “oh no no babygirl, tell me who can make you cum?”

“It’s you!” You almost cried out “only your cock can make me cum daddy!”

Knows exactly which buttons to push to make you come instantly. “That’s my good girl,” as he continues pounding into you through your high.

Loves it when you’re loud, but can’t get enough of the sight of your body frozen and moaning in silence when you come.

“Ready for round 2 baby girl?” He’ll whisper in your ears after you’ve come to your senses from your high.

You definitely will not walk and sit properly the next day.

Licht

Being the leader of the elf tribe he was always busy with his duties and mountain high amount of paper work so you’d visit him in his office on some needy days.

You’d sit on his lap and maybe take a nap while he did his paperwork. (he loves it btw, getting work done with you in his arms) But today you decided to be a little naughty.

One thing led to another and you both started making out in his office, he unbuckles your bra over the fabric of your dress and fondles with your breasts.

You untied his pants and released his increasing bulge and started stroking his cock with one hand.

Suddenly heard footsteps coming towards his office, and a knock on his door. PANIC. You immediately hide under the table as one of his knights came in to discuss some matters.

You’d get a little too impatient and starts teasing him from under the table. Eventually sucks on his long cock and BOY DOES IT SEND HIM OVER THE EDGE. this man is weak for blowjobs.

The knight is sent out immediately.

Looks down at you kneeling before him, breasts exposed and his member in your mouth.

“What a sight,” he licked his bottom lips before fucking your mouth out.

Cums into your throat in soft groans and some of it leaks down your mouth onto your breasts.

“Oh I’m not finished honey,” he says in a low calm voice.

Picks you up onto his table and slams his long dick into you. You let out a little cry as his cock stretched your walls suddenly.

“Better keep it down honey,” he teased “or the next person that comes in will see this lewd face you’re making while I fuck you senseless”

You make a mental note to yourself to lock the door when you come next time.

William Vangeance

The golden dawn was sent on a very important missions all the time and sometimes your husband William will be gone for weeks, leaving you lonely on some days.

There will be days when you’re feeling a little extra needy, so you have to resort to filling your own needs.

The golden dawn captain comes home and heard moans from your shared bedroom.

his heart sank initially, as thoughts of you cheating on him loomed over his mind.

he opened the door to see you facing the pillows, finger fucking yourself and moaning his name in ecstasy.

“Need some help?” he came up behind you, startling you abit.

“I missed you love,” you spoke with seduction in your voice.

Holds you upright in one arm and fingers you with the other. He knows all your sweet spots and soon you were just a crying mess.

“ahhh! Will.. so good~ I’m cumming!”

“Go on love, don’t hold back” his fingers sped up against your swollen buds.

your orgasm came crashing and your mind went blank.

“I missed you too my love,” he released his member from his pants, positioning the tip to your entrance.

he hissed as his member entered your tight walls, gripping him like vice.

you cried out again at your walls being stretched.

“I miss your tight pussy, your loud moans love” William grunts with each thrust into you.

You fell into your second orgasm, your body in small jolts, jaw hanging and drool escaping your lips.

He pulled out as your body went limp, you fell into the bed on your sides, your inner thighs coated in his pre cum and your arousal.

Vines gripped both your hands above your head and William flipped you so you faced him. You were defenceless and at his mercy under his magic.

“we’ll be having a long night my love, I have a month worth of cum to load into you.” he whispers as he pulls your legs onto his shoulders.

#black clover #black clover x reader #black clover imagine #black clover headcanons #black clover patry #patry x reader #black clover licht #licht black clover #licht x reader #william vangeance #william vangeance x reader #black clover smut

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oldmanatom · 4 years ago

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A Locked Tomb Fanmix But It’s All Classic Country

this exists entirely because one night the thought “but what if i made a Locked Tomb fanmix with only classic country songs” popped into my head, unprompted, and i thought it was too hilarious to not do.

the art on the cover is done by @starfleetofficial, who this mix is also dedicated to. thank you for recommending me these books, continuously “yes, and”ing my semi-coherent TLT messages sent at 5 in the morning, and being so supportive about this idea. (also check out her version, A HtN fanmix but it’s all Fiona Apple!) the cover design is referencing the famous Marty Robbins album, Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs.

my one listening note: this will probably be more enjoyable if it’s approached with an open mind and an expectation that it’s taking itself about as seriously as the official fanmixes do.

see below the cut for a song list and some lyric excerpts.

this mix has implicit spoilers for both Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth.

Gideon the Ninth mix: youtube / spotify / full res cover Harrow the Ninth mix: youtube / spotify / full res cover full mix: youtube / spotify / full res cover

Gideon the Ninth:

1. Johnny Paycheck, “Take This Job And Shove It”

You better not try to stand in my way 'Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more

2. Dolly Parton, “When Someone Wants To Leave”

It's a sad situation I must say When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay

3. Loretta Lynn, “I’m A Gettin’ Ready To Go”

I'm gonna praise my savior's name everyday that I'm livin' Glory hallelujah I'm not ashamed to let my salvation show This old world's just my dressin' room and I'm a gettin' ready to go

4. Waylon Jennings, “I Ain’t Living Long Like This”

I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're a dead man friend Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby?

5. Loretta Lynn, “This Haunted House”

This haunted house I'm livin' in is killing me And the ghost of your love won't set me free Each morning finds me crying and alone In this haunted house we used to call our home

6. Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty, “After The Fire Is Gone”

We know it's wrong for us to meet But the fire's gone out at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone

7. Loretta Lynn, “How Long Will It Take”

(How long will it take?) How long will it take to make you want me How much longer has this old heart gotta break (How long will it take?) How long will it take to make you need me I keep a waitin' and a wonderin' how long will it take

8. Stonewall Jackson, “Don’t Be Angry”

Maybe someday you're gonna hurt me I've been hurt in love before Only God can know And time alone will tell

9. Dick Curless, “A Tombstone Every Mile”

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never ever ever seen a smile If they'd buried all them truckers lost in them woods There'd be a tombstone every mile

10. Johnny Paycheck, “(It Won’t Be Long) And I’ll Be Hating You”

Lately life with you has been unbearable All my faith in you has gone and I know it won't return I did everything to make you happy I could do Now you've gotten me hatin' things I used to love to do And it won't be long and I'll be hatin' you

11. Norma Jean, “Let’s Go All The Way”

All the way means happiness living side by side Halfway means a heartbreak if one of us should lie Just give me a clue that you love me too Hold me in your arms and say “Oh, let’s go all the way”

12. Loretta Lynn, “Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven”

Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna die Though I long for the day when I'll have new birth Still I love the livin' here on earth Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die

13. Homer & Jethro, “She Made Toothpicks Of The Timber Of My Heart”

She was seasoned, I was green Yes my darling lumber queen Wound me ‘round her finger like a clinging vine

14. Patsy Cline, “The Heart You Break May Be Your Own”

You'll look around and when you've found That you are all alone Then you'll get wise and realize The heart you break may be your own

15. Buck Owens, “I’ve Got A Tiger By The Tail”

Well every night you drag me where the bright lights are found There ain't no way to slow you down I’m as 'bout as helpless as a leaf in a gale And it looks like I've got a tiger by the tail

16. Charley Pride, “All I Have To Offer You (Is Me)”

Before you take another step, there's something you should know About the years ahead and how they'll be You'll be living in a world where roses hardly ever grow 'Cause all I have to offer you is me

17. Faron Young, “Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young”

I wanna leave a lot of happy women A-thinkin’ pretty thoughts of me I wanna live fast, love hard, die young And leave a beautiful memory

18. Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner, “The Last Thing On My Mind”

I've got reason a plenty for goin' This I know, this I know The weeds have been steadily growin' Please don't go, please don't go

Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind

19. Marty Robbins, “The Master’s Call”

I felt the end was near, that death would be the price When a mighty bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ And I cried “oh Lord forgive me, don't let it happen now I want to live for you alone, oh God these words I vow”

Bridge: Lefty Frizzell, “Long Black Veil”

She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me

Harrow the Ninth:

1. Hank Williams, “I’ll Never Get Out Of This World Alive”

Every thing's against me and it's got me down If I jumped in the river I would probably drown No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive

2. Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris, “Those Memories Of You”

In dreams of you, my body trembles I wake up and call your name But you're not there, and I'm so lonesome Without your love, I'd go insane

3. Hank Snow, “I Don’t Hurt Anymore”

I don't hurt anymore, all my teardrops are dried No more walking the floor with that burning inside Just to think it could be time has opened the door And at last I am free I don't hurt anymore

4. Patsy Cline, “Stop The World And Let Me Off”

Oh, stop the world and let me off I'm tired of goin' round ‘n' round I played the game of love and lost So stop the world and let me off

5. Charley Pride, “Lie To Me”

Oh, lie to me, say you love me Tell me I mean the world to you It would mean so much, I'd be so happy And it's the least you can do

6. Hank Snow, “Ninety Miles An Hour (Down A Dead End Street)”

Warnin' signs are flashin' by us but we pay no heed Instead of slowin' down the pace we keep picking up the speed Disaster's gettin' closer every time we meet Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street

7. Patsy Cline and the Anita Kerr Singers, “I Can’t Forget”

Where are you, darlin'? Are you with someone new I can't forget you I'll always be loving you

8. Lynn Anderson, “If I Kiss You (Will You Go Away)”

You're so much hurt I wish you wouldn't stay If I kiss you will you go away?

9. Connie Smith, “Once A Day”

Once a day all day long And once a night from dusk till dawn The only time I wish you weren't gone Is once a day, every day, all day long

10. Charley Pride, “Just Between You And Me”

But just between you and me I've got my doubts about it 'Cause just between you and me You're too much to forget

11. Buck Owens, “Hello Trouble”

A comin' up my sidewalk Just as plain as day A well a here come trouble that I never thought I'd see When you went away

12. Loretta Lynn, “Fist City”

You'll bite off more than you can chew If you get too cute or witty You better move your feet if you don't wanna eat A meal that's called Fist City

13. The Davis Sisters, “I Forgot More Than You’ll Ever Know”

You think you know the smile on his lips The thrill at the touch of his fingertips But I've forgotten more Than you'll ever know about him

14. Kitty Wells, “Pick Me Up On Your Way Down” (Charlie Walker’s version is on the Spotify playlist)

When you learn these things are true I'll be waiting here for you As you tumble to the ground Pick me up on your way down

15. Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty, “You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly”

And that's the reason that my good looks and my figure is gone And that's the reason I ain't got no hair to comb And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darling

16. Loretta Lynn, “Who Says God Is Dead”

If I were you I'd kneel and pray 'Cause we're not promised one more day Remember blood was shed Who says God is dead?

17. Patsy Cline and The Jordanaires, “Imagine That”

Can you believe I'd swallow my pride (Well yes, yes, I guess you can) 'Cause you know you've always had my foolish heart Right in the palm of your hand, oh

18. Jody Miller and Johnny Paycheck, “Let’s All Go Down To The River”

Jesus is the man at the river And he's washing people's sins away He can save your soul if you give him control Oh be ready for that judgement day

19. Bobby Bare, “Dropkick Me, Jesus”

Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am Make me a piece in Your master game plan Free from the earthly temptation below I've got the will, Lord, if You got the toe

20. Lynn Anderson, “Heaven’s Just A Sin Away”

Devil's got me now Oh, gone and got me now I can't fight him anyhow I think he's gonna win

Heaven’s just a sin away Oh, just a sin away Heaven help me when I say I think I’m givin’ in

21. Loretta Lynn, “Out Of My Head And Back In My Bed”

I'm gonna search everywhere that you might be When I find you I'm a bringin’ you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the morning comes

22. Johnny Cash, “Big River”

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans Go on, I've had enough, dump my blues down in the gulf She loves you, Big River, more than me

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you, Big River And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon nav #tlt #i am 100% expecting for this to entertain maybe five people (two of which have seen it already) and to otherwise go unnoticed #but that's okay because it's a labor of love and every time i either listen to the playlist or look at the damn cover i just start laughing #anyways if anyone has questions about anything on here my ask is open. it's large and somewhat...imaginative in what songs are on here + why #one flesh one end #listen to this

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