a woman after god's own heart

Flood my mornings: Ian (II)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Ian (need I say more?)

“I’ll bet the nuns LOVED you.”

Jamie jumped, startled out of his stone-like state. “Nuns?” he asked of the nurse, dumbfounded….or rather asked as best he could through the great yawn that overtook him without warning the moment he opened his mouth. 

The woman laughed at him, which gave him enough time to regain his composure and apologize profusely for his rudeness. “Ye caught me by surprise,” he finished lamely.

“Well, that’s what I was getting at!” she said. “The nuns at my school were INTENSE, and you had to sit up straight and stay focused, or you’d get the whap! with a ruler across the knuckles, or worse. I’ll bet you were the star pupil, though, the way you’ve been standing straight and still all this time.”

Jamie relaxed and gave her a tired grin. “I didna have any nuns in my own schooling, I’m afraid.” 

“Military, then?” 

“Aye, just so,” he said, impressed. “How did ye ken that?”

“You’ve just got that well-trained look about you, ya know?” Her humor softened into evident concern. “Honestly though, you should go sleep for a bit or get a bite to eat, at least.” 

“Thank ye verra kindly, Nurse…Thompson,” he said, reading her name pin (and in his beleaguered state, feeling inordinately flustered over having just peered at her bosom like a lecher), “but I’ll do.” 

He glanced immediately back through the glass, reassuring himself that Ian was still there. Aye, second row on the left, asleep in his tiny bonnet and swaddled in blankets. All well. Unless…was he staying too still? How long had it been since the lad had moved or kicked? How often were new weans supposed to wake up? How—

“He’s okay, don’t worry,” Nurse Thompson said, following his line of sight. “Vitals are great, and he’s sleeping like a champ.” 

Jamie exhaled and smiled sheepishly down at his shoes, realizing how much of a simpleton he must seem. “I find myself overworrit at every turning, tonight.” 

She gave him a knowing smile.  “First-time dad, huh?”

“Nay,” he admitted, “we’ve a daughter as well; she’s three in November.” Knowing well the implication of the question, Jamie offered, “I was away—at the war, when she was born, and a good deal of time thereafter.”

“Ahh,” she said, turning back to the glass as well, her voice soft with understanding.  “So it’s an even bigger day for you, then.” 

Those minutes with Claire just after the birth, with the three of them joined in absolute peace and love as Ian nursed for the first time, had been nothing short of perfect. 

There had too soon come the moment, though, when Reynolds had stepped closer to say that ‘while all seemed well, they would both need—No, Mr. Fraser, nothing specific to worry about as of yet—He’d only feel better if both Mrs. Fraser and the baby received a more thorough medical examination.’ There was the afterbirth to attend to, of course, and then mother and son would need to sleep in order to properly heal and get back their strength.  

Only concern for their safety could have made Jamie pull his hands from them, but in fact, he found himself gritting his teeth in frustration at how SLOWLY everyone seemed to be moving. If there were medical problems to discover with HIS wife and HIS child, these people needed to be moving with all haste!  

Lost in his angst, he was completely taken aback when Claire suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said anxiously, “Go with him?” 

The nurse had just taken the babe from her arms and Claire’s eyes were wide with worry of the impending separation. Might I?” Jamie had asked the nurse, hardly daring to hope and already dreading another confrontation with hospital security (for he’d do whatever was necessary to heed Claire’s request, Nurse Kline be damned). But to his relief, he soon learned there was a large window that opened out onto the newborn nursery where he might stand and watch over the bairn as long as he wished.

He’d scarcely moved all the while, standing there overseeing every single action involving care of his son. The boy was washed and wrapped; weighed; checked and prodded, notes made about him on papers and forms. Jamie was aware of the progresses of his heart: racing when Ian woke and cried, quieting again to see the nurses come at once to tend him, Nurse Thompson among them.

“Look.” The woman crossed her arms and gave him a very stern, unnervingly Claire-like look. “You’ve been standing here for what….six hours?” 

It had been the stroke of nine o’clock when Ian was born. Glancing at his Wristwatch, he found that she wasn’t far wrong. Still, he smiled and tried to make light of the situation while still making it clear he had no intention whatsoever of budging from this spot. 

Here’s the thing, though,” she cut him off neatly, gesturing through the glass. “Your little peanut there is snoozing away. Your wife should be doing the same, and so when they wake up in a few hours, they’ll be all rested and fresh while they’re getting to know each other.” She tilted her head, a master wheedler at work. “Stop me if I’m wrong, but I would imagine those are moments you’d like to be awake for, right?” 


“And how about when your daughter arrives to meet her little brother? How much of a lovely memory will that be if you can’t keep your eyes open for it?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it and laughed a bit, rubbing a hand over his face. “Aye, you’ve maybe a point.”

“I most definitely do,” she said with authority. “Go on now, find your wife’s room and get some shut-eye.” 

“I shall,” he promised, relenting at last. 

“Let me or someone know if you need anything, like a blanket or pillow, okay?” 

He nodded assent, then added, “My wife always says I’m stubborn as rocks, and I canna just say she’s wrong. I truly thank ye for the talking-to.” 

“Not my first rodeo,” she said with a smile. “Had a new dad just last month who stood for so long and was fool enough to LOCK HIS FOOL KNEES and ended up getting admitted to the fifth floor for a concussion!” 

Jamie laughed, thanked her again, made to turn, then faltered, looking back through the glass to where Ian slept.

I should stay wi’ him…I shouldna leave my son… 

She was already shooing him on his way, but Nurse Thompson’s voice was earnest and solemn as she promised, “I’ll take good care of little Ian.”

And fact that the woman kent the boy’s name, among more than twenty newborns under her care—

That allowed him to make his way through the halls with his fears—for the moment, at least—at bay.  

She was so lovely, in the faint light from the window. Her hair had been washed, he saw, and the fresh, soft curls framed her face. 

He felt a deep, aching tenderness pulling at him in watching her sleep. She’d gone through hell and come through it in safety, she and the bairn, God be praised. This woman….she was his own heart; and thrice, now, she’d given birth and given him an entirely new heart, without any diminishment of the original. The wonder and love and miracle in that fact…..

Sleep, he reminded himself. In his haze of exhaustion, he spent a comically-long space of time looking from the bed, to the chair, and back again. He didn’t wish to wake her. Lord knew, she needed to sleep after her ordeal; but he couldn’t bear to be apart from her, either.

Silently, he removed his shoes and slipped onto the bed, curling up next to her on his side. Sleep tugged at him almost at once,  but he couldn’t resist kissing her cheek and putting his arm over her to hold her close in sleep.

“I love you, Claire.”

She didn’t wake, nor did she need to. Her love was on him all the same. 

Protect You (Part 1) (TJeffs x Reader)

Summary: You meet him for the first time

Warnings: None its bad tho so…. feedback is appreciated
“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

The first time you met him it was at a fourth of July party at Lafayette’s house. Laf had invited everyone he knew well. Alex, John, Herc, the Schuyler sisters, and you. You didn’t know Thomas Jefferson and his friend would be coming until you arrived. A genius plan in getting your brother to come without complaint. Well until…

“Gilbert Lafayette!” You had been talking with the Frenchman when Alex let out his bellowing yell.

“Thomas has arrived.” He said and soon enough your little big brother walked into the backyard. “Mon ami excuse me will you.” He said putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Good luck.” You said and moved to the picnic tables getting everything ready for the hamburgers that Herc and John were grilling. Eliza and Angelica were in the kitchen cooking everything else. Peggy was sitting by the pool soaking up the last of the day’s rays. You smiled as you moved past your brother and Laf arguing in French. You walked in the elegant sliding glass doors and into the kitchen.

Thomas was standing next to Angelica trying to talk to her. “It must be hard with your sense of direction to find your way to a decent pick up line.” You heard the oldest Schuyler sister say and you let out a laugh. You turned to look through Laf’s cabinets to find the napkins.

“I thought it was good.” You heard him say.

“Too bad you’re not trying to pick up yourself.” Angelica said and you heard Jefferson grunt. “Take these outside and set them on the table.” You found the napkins and turned around as soon as you did you heard the clattering of plastic plates on the floor.

You looked from the ground to Jefferson’s face. “Are you okay?” You asked concerned and walked to him.

“Um uh yeah, I’m fine,” he said and you bent down to pick up the plates, “Oh it’s okay, don’t worry about that please. I can take those too.” He said and gestured to the napkins.

“Oh okay.” You said and gave him the napkins. He got new plates and hurriedly moved outside. You let a small smile form on your lips Angelica looked outside at Jefferson looking inside at you and laughed.

“Oh my god, you made Jefferson make a fool of himself. He’s going to have a headache for days.” She said and you looked at her confused.

“Don’t worry about it,” Angelica said when she saw your expression. “Eliza did you see that? That was hilarious.”

“Angelica you are awful.” You said and shook your head. You took the food that was ready and brought it out to the table that Jefferson was setting. As you were setting down the food you felt him come up to you.

“Uh I’m uh um,” did he forget his name? “I’m Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson.” He said and stuck his hand out for you to shake. You gave a small smile and shook his hand.

“I’m Hamilton, (Y/N) Hamilton.” You said and he looked very confused. He looked between you and your brother.

“Oh that’s not fair.” He blurted out and then apologize and sulked back into the kitchen. You watched him retreat and your brother stomped over angrily.

“What did he say to you?”

“He just introduced himself, calm down.”

“Thas what I’m talking ‘bout. Who ready for food?” John yelled from the grills and that got everyone outside and around the picnic table. Everything was going great until someone brought up the recent discourse on campus. The library making people pay for coffee.

Alex went on a rant on how people were stupid for doing it, Thomas chimed in on how it would encourage people to get jobs to pay for it. Then it turned into an all out yelling match that ended in you telling them to shut up.

“Jesus Christ shut up. Why do you care it’s a dollar fifty get over it. If you would get an actual sleep schedule you wouldn’t need so much. God Alex it’s not life or death.” You rolled your eyes and both of them were silent and everyone else talked. When you’d finished you put you plate up and grabbed the beers.

“(Y/N) a woman after my own heart.” John commented as he grabbed a beer. Laf grabbed one too and soon everyone was talking and laughing and drinking. James and Thomas sat on pool chairs talking in the corner. Thomas kept looking at you and you caught him a few times he seemed tense as you laughed with Herc. What you weren’t expecting was Laf to jump in the pool close to you and soak you with the splash. Which was worse than it normally would have been because of your white American flag crop top.

You took a minute to get over the shock of being soaked. “Mon ami you are soaked.” Laf said and you turned.

“You don’t say.” You said and took your crop top off and your shorts only in your red, white, and blue bikini. “I’m going to strangle you.” You were about to jump in to do just that when John jumped in grabbing your arm dragging you in. Everyone was laughing as you play fought with John and Laf in the pool. It ended in the shallow end Laf and you in a tickle fight.

“I surrender jeez I won’t strangle you.” Laf let go and laughed. He swam to the diving board with John to do tricks. “Alex come help me out.” You said to your brother.

He scoffed,”No way.”

“Why not?” You poured.

“Because we’re siblings I know you.” He said and you rolled your eyes. Thomas did the same and got up to help you. He struggled not to stare at your boobs as he leant down. You grabbed his hand and pulled down bringing into the pool with you. He popped up sputtering and looked at you. You gave him a small smile, he returned it. You were about to swim to him but everyone else started jumping in and you were distracted. He left before you could talk to him again.

“You are so done for.” Peggy said as you wrapped a towel around yourself as you all sat around a fire.

The second time you saw him you were picking up Alex from debate club. Alex prided himself on being one of the top in the debate club. You told him it made him a nerd. He said that it qualified him for everything. You just rolled your eyes.

Today must have run late. You need let yourself go in because of all the nerdiness that must go on in there. You sighed and looked at the clock. It was supposed to be out twenty minutes ago. You had rehearsals in an hour. You had a few minutes to spare. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to stay long.

When you walked in it was a mad house

“When we were on death’s door, when we were needy, we made a promise, we signed a treaty. We asked France for help and they provided. In return, they didn’t ask for land, only a promise that we’d lend a hand And stand with them
If they fought against oppressors and revolution is messy But now is the time to stand!” You shoved your way through the crowd of men and women standing in the strange looking lecture hall. One side had seats and so did the other and there was a place for people to stand around in between them. It kind of looked like a stadium.

“Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny. I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate; I’ll remind you that he is not Secretary of State!” When you got to the front you saw who was debating. Your brother and his super hot nemesis.
“He knows nothing of loyalty smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty desperate to rise above his station, Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation. Hey, and if you don’t know, now you know, Mr. President.” Jefferson finished and you knitted your eyebrows looking at Alex and then Jefferson. There was tension as the taller man let a sinister smirk cross his face. The was not the same adorable man who had dropped plates at the sight of her was it?

“Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response?” George Washington, a history professor said and looked at your brother. It was silent for a moment everyone waiting for his response. Alex always had a way with a crowd since he was young and on the streets asking for money to buy his little sister some food.

“You must be out of your goddamn mind,” everyone shouted at that and you found yourself doing it as well. “If you think the President is going to bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess, a game of chess, where France is Queen and King-less.” That’s when Alex noticed you and so did Thomas. And the Alex noticed Thomas noticing you and the glare that formed on his face. Thomas’ smirk had fallen when he’d seen you. He looked awe struck and you gave him a small smile.

“We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket, would you like to take it out and ask it? Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’s head? ‘Uh, do whatever you want I’m super dead!’” And like that it was over and you were being pushed out of there by Alex. “I hate the way he was looking at you.” Alex hissed.

“What with admiration, you know some people find me admirable.” You said as you moved around your car to get into the driver’s side.

“No like he was lovesick, you can’t date. I refuse to let it happen.” Alex said as he got in.

“Yeah yeah, say whatever you like, I can do what I want.” You told him and Alex rolled his eyes.

The third time you saw him was the charm.

You were sitting outside the theater waiting for your director to get there with the keys. It was cold and you had forgotten your jacket. So you sat huddle to the inside of the middle brick column. You could see the Political science building across the street and watched the students roll in quickly.

There was one that truly caught you attention. Tall, dark, ridiculously hot, and supposedly off limits. Thomas Jefferson was walking to his class and spotted you. You blushed when he caught you looking at him. His face knitted in concern when he recognized you. He quickly jogged over his bright purple jacket looking ridiculous.

“(Y/n) what are you doing out here without a jacket?” He asked and was quickly shedding his and wrapping it around you.

“Waiting on the director to get here. I have rehearsals today.” You said and he put his hands on your face. A weird thing for people who were practically strangers. His hands were so warm though you didn’t really care.

“You never stop surprising me.” He said and you hugged out a laugh giving a sardonic smile.

“That me, I’m full of surprises.” You said and moved your cold hands to his. “I’m actually really glad you came over here, I’m a tropical flower I don’t think I could have survived.” He laughed and so did you. His jacket was so warm. So absolutely warm. After a few minutes a silent warming Jefferson cursed at his watch.

“I’m late I have to go, if your director doesn’t come in a few minutes come in the Poli. science building okay. You’re lips are blue.” He said and you nodded. He got up and started walking away.

“Wait what about your jacket?” You asked.

“Keep it.” He said turning around.

“How will I get it back to you?” He smiled and your heart fluttered. He brought out a pen and wrote seven numbers on your arm.

“That’s my number, call me or text me when you wanna give it back.”

Weekly Reading List #16

Hey y'all… it’s time for my weekly reading list. Hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did. If you do, please let the writers know and leave feedback on their fics. You can catch up on my previous reading lists here.

About Dean’s Dreams by @fanforfanatic **flangst** (Dean x Reader)
Summary: Dean writes letters to the woman of his dreams. As in, the woman he’s with when he’s asleep.
Rating: Brief smut
Warnings: Mentions of canon events

THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!! Although I kinda felt where you were going with this story, it was great. I enjoyed every second of it… I loved how you threaded your story through the canon events. Stunning work!

(Gif by @jessica-bones-winchester​)

Keep reading


whiskey veins 

my hearts up in flames 

finish the bottle 

don’t fight 

I wish I had blacked out 

tensions were growing 

(I swear to god  I am more than dreams could wish for) 

twisted, caught and whipped. 

Mistakes are not a common understanding here

It felt as though you wished I had never had anything before you 

but Fuck I was an independent fucking woman. 

I had my own ideas

I had lovers and I had my own struggles 

I had known nothing to the extent that we are

Love was a little idea, I was after lust in those days. 

catching little hints of what I thought love could be found in those fleeting moments of company 

I faced monsters that I sometimes forget even existed these days

my memory isn’t so good these days

I know I’ve gotten worse in the past months

things have been a battle up a mountain

the tension broke that night and I felt it rip me to shreds 

You’ve given me reasons to want to run 

But something inside knows that the reason my feet feel like they’re stuck in the cement when I should run 

is my love for you 

Overpowering my instincts, or maybe it is my instinct to stay 

we had whiskey veins the first night we fought 

But I was fighting to keep you 

despite having been my own person before us 

Just like you had been your own person, 

and you had more time to party and experiment

You had been to the parties, done the girls and the drugs, you had the been the partner in crime I was looking for 

I wanted trouble and new things 

I remember when you let me actually experiment for the first time,

I was up in the sky like I had never been before. 

you told me there was no point in having sex on molly,

But I wanted to anyway, I never asked though 

I was scared to, I had lost my voice. I felt like I didn’t need to speak the way I used to, I had you to help me stumble through my words

I wanted nothing more than to be skin to skin with you that night 

but instead, we walked around our hometown, dazzled by what had changed, 

what we remembered changing, by the shimmering lights we walked in awe of the world. 

that was us artificially happy.

But you told me you wanted to love me forever then, and you told me you wanted to love me forever before. 

I already knew that this love was going to be my last, I would never find anything better than this 

I was in heaven if it exists. 

you used to drown everything in liquor, 

you would steal it…

until that night when you did too much pure benzo powder and got seven pending felonies.

Now we’re here, a year and four months later, at least it’s only one convicted felony. it’s only going to be nine months of loneliness while your mother makes your home a prison and you can’t leave. 

to be honest, we’ve grown into something so much better than partners in crime. 

I hope you consider me your partner in life because that’s what I consider you. 

with whiskey on your breath, you took that ring that I lost seven months ago, off my finger and yelled at me over something that happened before you had given me that ring and told me we were us 

I cried and walked away with my tail between my legs

I thought I had lost you,

and to me, that meant it felt like I had lost my life in a way.

Fixing felt impossible 

your voice like sharpened steel, cut me to shreds

it said I wasn’t nice 

it said you wanted another girl

That girl was bad news 

and you knew you could break me this way

she thought it was funny to try to get me too high 

and to tell me you wanted her as your girlfriend,

I hate her. I still hate her. and the girl that made the connection to meet you, I hate her too. I hate her more. I seethe over every post she makes because her pathetic little words and pictures, make my blood boil just a little bit. the way she used to jab at me about our meeting. thinking she could get you back from me at any time. I hate her. 

she couldn’t take you away

I knew that in my gut 

I just hate her. 

Never the less, you made me a ring. 

and no you will never be able to put this ring on another girl’s finger. 

I doubt it would fit any, it was made for me

don’t you remember.

god damn it I love you 

I knew we were meant for life when we couldn’t walk away until we were okay

I love you because of your heart, not your face. believe that if that is all that you will believe. remember that I love you. 

even when your brain is foggy and you can’t remember anything else, 

please remember that I love you.

whenimaunicorn  asked:

C and A for Mad Sweeney

Yeahhh it’s definitely a Mad Sweeney kind of night!

Cum: Sweeney has a thing for seeing you swallow. Like most guys, he loves blow jobs, but he will never allow you to spit, even going so far as to hold your mouth shut to prevent it. Which would suck if you weren’t so fucking into the taste of his cum. See, it doesn’t taste like normal cum, no. It tastes like magic, and it’s a little different every time. The base tastes are always the same, but sometimes one is stronger than the other. Sometimes it’s more like sucking a gold coin, others it’s more like moonlight on mountain streams or wild woodland breezes. Sometimes the taste of rain is strong on your tongue, sometimes that’s overpowered by a taste crisp as winter in the hills. You asked him once why it tastes different every time, and he said it’s the essence of his being: gold and magic and Ireland. Once his cum tasted of blood. It was the only time he let you spit it out.

Aftercare: Mad Sweeney is many things, but tender isn’t one of them. The closest he comes is after sex in your bed, when the wildness in him is so small he seems almost tame. Sometimes he’ll hold you, but more often you end up holding him. For a being so old and powerful, vulnerable is the one thing he is sometimes that surprises you. There are times he just buries his face in your chest, his beard tickling your breasts as he wraps his arms around you. He’s seen so many mortal things waste away, he’s afraid of watching the same thing happen to you. The only thing Sweeney has ever attached himself to is his own life, and his hoard. Opening his heart to a mortal woman is something new entirely, and he hates the powerless way it makes him feel. For all his strength, for all the wild power that runs through his veins, he isn’t a god. He can’t slow the march of time. He tells himself that this was his choice, that a little heartbreak will go a long way to break up the monotony of the ages. It’s a lie even he doesn’t believe. He lays awake long after you’ve fallen asleep, his head still pillowed on your chest, listening to the steady beating of your heart. It is in those moments that he hates being immortal.

An Innocent Man (SSC/Rosvolio One-Shot: 1x07 speculation fic)

“The traitor, Your Grace.”  Benvolio, with his hands bound before him and guards gripping his shoulders tightly, was shoved unceremoniously to his knees before Escalus.  The prince in question gazed down at him for a moment before waving the guards off.

“The dog cannot harm me now, give me a moment with him.”  Benvolio closed his eyes for a moment as the men followed their prince’s command, and wondered if he might be cut down where he knelt.  “Murderer, kidnapper, traitor…you have been a busy man, Benvolio Montague.  Get up.”  

Benvolio obeyed, fighting to smother a wince as his bruised ribs protested the movement.  The look of disgust in Escalus’s eyes let him know that he’d been unsuccessful, and Benvolio wished that he could get through to the logical, sensible side he knew drove the Prince in most matters.  Most matters that did not involve Rosaline.  “Please, Your Grace…I swear to you that I am innocent.  I did not kill Gramio Capulet, and I have no intent to take your throne.”

“And yet the one who defended your innocence in Gramio’s murder implicated you for her own kidnapping and your plot to unseat me just hours ago.” Defended his innocence? Rosaline?

“I know not what happened to her while in Paris’s clutches, what he-”

“It is you who ruined Lady Capulet, cur,” Escalus growled.

Benvolio’s lip curled in frustration. “No man could ruin her.  She is the wisest, bravest…best of ladies.  I would sooner cut off my hand than raise it to Rosaline.”

The prince barked a bitter laugh.  “How do you speak so of the woman you have destroyed, Montague? Is it possible that even as you stole her away, manipulated her for your own foul ends…she has won your heart?”

Benvolio’s eyes widened, both as the previously-unrecognized truth of his sovereign’s words dawned on the young Montague…and as memories resurfaced of a stolen embrace moments after Rosaline ran from the order to marry Benvolio. “As she has won yours, Your Grace?”

The Prince’s blow to his cheek was a shock, and sent Benvolio to the ground with ringing ears.  “Make your peace with God, Benvolio.  You die at dawn.”

Keep reading

Sick Like Me - Part 1 Teaser

Sick Like Me - Part 1 Teaser

Fic Summary: With unfinished business hanging over your head, being locked up in Arkham is holding you back. However, you have your eye on a certain red-haired maniac, who may be just the person to help you escape and realize your true potential.  

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Female Reader

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content (more warnings to come).

A/N: Look at me, jumping randomly into another fandom for a visit. I honestly don’t know where this fic came from. But of course, once I thought of it, I couldn’t get it out of my head. For those of you who haven’t read my stuff before, HI!!!! For those of you who have, this is going to be very different and much darker than my other stuff. In general, a lot of bad/dark/triggering shit is going to happen in this fic. You have been warned. It will be multiple chapters but I wanted to share just a teaser of the first part because I’ve had so much fun writing it. 

For some fic background, this is sort of an AU I guess. It basically takes place before season two, since I stopped watching after they killed him. Hope you enjoy the teaser! 

Originally posted by untitledtv

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

ima send hades blurbs bc i miss him and no one talks about him anymore and that makes me sad (1) hades and persephone going up to olympus for a nymph's wedding and persephone is a bridesmaid paired up with niall making the other gods think hades isn't there so they all flirt with her and being the kind hearted woman she is, she smiles bashfully and hades appears full of jealousy and pulls her after intimidating the other gods and they go to a closet where they have some of the best sex ever


Harry pushing her up against the wall, lips locked against her own as he forces her to swallow down his breathy moans of need, hiking her pretty bridesmaid dress up her supples thighs. His cold, chunky rings bite at her warm skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

“Harry–” Y/N gasps into his mouth, shaking her head in an attempt to get him to halt his risky actions. “Harry, we c-can’t. Not here, not now.”

He just grabs her wrists in one of his huge hands, slamming the crossed duo above her head as he bites bruises into the light cleavage that spills from her pretty dress. “Oh, yes we can. If you can blatantly flirt with Niall right in front of me, then you can get fucked raw for it, too.”

Persephone whimpers a shaky apology against his dampening forehead, throwing her head back against the cool barrier behind her. “I’m so sorry, H. Promise I won’t do it again.”

He hums with satisfaction into her quivering mouth. “Damn straight y'won’t. Y'look proper cute in this dress, petal. Can’t wait to get home and tear it right off.”

I Am Become Death

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Summary: Bucky faces the death of the woman he loves.

Warnings: violence, major character death, angst

Word count: 881


A/N: Jesus Christ, I can’t seem to stop with the angst. This was a companion piece to another of my Bucky fics, Oblivion. Enjoy!

There is nothing beautiful about death. Bucky knows this, it’s as obvious to him as the sun rising in the east. He has seen so many people die, and killed even more. Bullets, poison, diseases, old age…it doesn’t matter, in the end. The outcome is always the same. The dead depart and the living are left to pick up the pieces.

Keep reading

Favorite characters

I was tagged by @archivistic and @lakecountylibrary to post my ten favorite characters.

RULES: List ten of your favorite characters in ten different fandoms and then tag ten people. (Characters don’t necessarily have to be in order)

This was surprisingly difficult? I’ve discovered that the characters I love don’t strictly align with my favorite stories or ships. The more you know! 

1. Sherlock Holmes, Conan Doyle, etc. My love for Holmes transcends adaptation, but if I have to choose a gif…

Originally posted by detective-from-221b

2. Meg Murry, A Wrinkle in Time. An absolutely-will-fight-you nerdgirl after my own heart.

Originally posted by pine-fresh-kirk

3. Clarissa Dalloway, Mrs. Dalloway. “For there she was.” (This gif was the closest I could get.)

Originally posted by so-you-better-run

4. Ben Wyatt, Parks & Recreation. Loves fanfic, REM, and a smart, outspoken woman…IT ME.

Originally posted by lilsparrow72

5. Nimona, Nimona. “To all the monster girls.”

Originally posted by vasilisa-anime

6. Samwise Gamgee, Lord of the Rings. “Don’t you know your Sam?”

Originally posted by lord-of-the-tumbler

7. Alex Fierro, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard. Precious fierce child. (I’m going to see Rick Riordan TOMORROW y’all.)

Originally posted by brennacoleman

8. Nymphadora Tonks, Harry Potter. Hufflepuff 4 eva.

Originally posted by pisces-history

9. Avatar Korra, The Legend of Korra. Queer, impatient, and just doing her damn best okay?

Originally posted by ayarambles

10. Rupert Giles, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A librarian who helps to save the world a lot (and also the source of my username, in a roundabout fashion).

Originally posted by suposta-renegada

If you feel moved to join in/haven’t already done so, I tag @apileofgoodthings11, @the-library-kat, @the-forest-library, @bookloverbunnymother, @ghost-with-the-toast-babe @theleftylibrarian @youthbookreview, @mslibrarianreads, @oscarextrada (a meme! I hope you’re pleased) and @letterswordspagesbooks

Ragethirst highlights: City of Darkness

You guys.

You guys.

I honestly don’t know if I can do this movie justice. There was just. So Much™ going on. But I will try.

Also, shout out to Chuch’s brother, who bravely joined us for his first ever Ragethirst and somehow managed to keep up with us. Truly a worthy soul.

  • We begin our journey with the villain nutting to Wagner-esque music. We know he’s a villain because he listens to classical and waxes rhapsodic about wine. (He didn’t actually nut, but suffice to say we know what Collin Chou’s O-face looks like.)
  • His #1 henchman is basically Chinese Snape with more scimitars per square inch.
  • While Snape is busy killing people, the villain offs a guy with… an ice cube. (The victim wet himself, we crossed piss off the kink bingo. Not five minutes in.)
  • Cut to a K-pop looking boy (Joe about pissed herself) aggressively playing guitar. He runs afoul of more villains, plays the guitar at them, kicks everyone’s asses, and runs into a herd of cyclists to escape.
  • Listen. I lost track of the “plot” right about here. Basically all I can do is give you random highlights of things that happened from then on, but don’t expect any of this to make sense.
  • Donnie’s at the supermarket shopping for his cop boyfriend, who’s talking to him on the phone. Donnie scolds him that he wants to make him some good food for once because Pen only eats crap stuff. (Seriously, you expect us to read them as straight?)
  • Guys with machine guns burst into the supermarket. Donnie tells Pen they’re making a movie, holds the phone up to one of the bad guys, realizes they’re not making a movie, and proceeds to kick ass.
  • Random point of interest: Donnie wears tracksuits almost exclusively throughout and I hate that he looks so good in them.
  • Pen, aka cop bf, shows up as the villains have two people hostage and he and Donnie proceed to Road to El Dorado them. 
  • This is getting long already, Read More it is.

Keep reading

My husband wrote this short fic to cheer me up when the finale was still fresh. I hope you enjoy it as much as it cheered me up. 

The air was pure and free of the foul stench that permeated it in the distant future he had been calling home for the past fifty years.

So much time had passed that he had all but forgotten how delightful the morning breeze had always been in his native land, carrying the delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms.

This pleasant breeze would then be replaced in a few months with the scorching summer heat. He would not even have broken a sweat back in the days, as he had been raised and taught for a few years in the desert, but after five decades in the harsh cold future, he could not help but be wary of the oncoming onslaught the sun would unleash on his hardened skin.

The scenery was indefinitely better than the future he had been sent to–even more so now that Aku had been defeated for good. He had finally accomplished his lifelong goal of slaying the ultimate evil and restoring the world as it had always been destined to be.

Keep reading

greek mythos is a mess

1. people don’t fall in love at first sight. the emotion that throbs through the veins and makes your temple pulse and your blood run hotter than the fire you started at your last camp with the boys is lust, red-hot and bloody and sex-stink filling the air as your eyes trace the outline of the figure standing opposite you in the queue.

2. when hades first saw persephone standing there in the field his blood lit up and cerebus howled from beneath the earth, shaking the world with its excitement. he watched her raise a flower from barren land and thought, wife. he thought, queen, and didn’t understand the emotion that gripped him from within. he called it love: the desire to monopolise something, trap birdsong in a cage and call it his.

3. zeus knows love as this: sticking his dick in a wet cavern and chasing his own pleasure. the coming together of two bodies, slick with sweat and heavy with desire, mouths open and pressed tight against each other as if they could breathe forever just like that – that is love. he is a champion of love in all forms, be it bull or goose. if the girl isn’t open to sex when you’re in human form, try an animal. he suggests a golden shower, if it comes to that point, to get what he wants.

4. to ask for permission is to have someone to blame after everything is all over, and so hades travels to olympus to see his brother lounging on the throne of the gods and he says brother, i love a woman. hades brings the story of how persephone captured his heart like a hunter would shoot down a deer, in between one breath and another and hades doesn’t beg, but he almost does. 

5. take her and fill her with seed, zeus tells his brother, because zeus doesn’t know any other form of love. he is a believer of sex and pleasure, a believer of taking nice things for his own and keeping them, and says have your way with her, brother. have fun. he doesn’t think of hera, of how his queen watches him day and night, watches him love other women the way he doesn’t love his woman. he thinks of love in the only way he understands it, and grants permission.

6. love: when you search for a year and you can’t find the person who makes your harvest bountiful. dementer scours the seven seas and all of the land but her daughter isn’t to be found. a mother’s love is a terrible thing, all encompassing and all destructive – she will take her sharpest pitchfork and hold it to hade’s throat and she will not ask for her daughter back. she will look hades in the eye and expect him to give her back. she does not ask what her daughter wants. only mother knows best, and she will wreck havoc until she loves again.

7. zeus loves one other thing: protecting his reputation at all costs, at any cost, and he will smite anyone in his way. dementer screams and zeus winces, the sharp cry of an empty harvest bursting through the clouds and delivered to his doorstop by hermes. he goes to hades and spreads his hands open and says brother. this has to stop. give the girl back. is it really worth it? zeus tilts his head at persephone and tries to find reason with his brother; there is better pussy out there.

8. love is: asking if you’ve ever tried eating a pomegranate. hades lies his way to keep persephone in his kingdom, tears his chest open and lays his heart out, tries to rip his body asunder to convince her to stay. he offers her the sweetest fruit in his palace – the only fruit that would grow – and tells her that this is love. 

9. love is: valuing yourself above all. persephone sees the man – the god who stole her from her mother and world, who took her to the place where he reigned as king and made her his queen. she recognizes power in the sinews of his chest, the bones in his body, the dog sitting at the doorstep and she loves herself more than she will love any man. she sits by his side and eats six persimmon seeds, and dementer raises hell when she finds out her daughter will remain by his side.

10. love is: everyone knows not to eat food from the underworld.

You are a daughter of the most high King. Don’t chase after things that He wants to give you voluntary or withhold from you for your own good. Know your worth and let what wants to run from you go. Don’t bother chasing something when you have a Father in heaven that already gave it all for you.

anonymous asked:

hi... i would like to request an angst where oikawa akaashi kuroo aomine kise akashi nijimura's fiance walks in on them having sex with other woman and she just silently takes off the ring and leaves without saying anything despite the guys efforts to make her talk¿?

You knew the moment when you opened the door. You heard strange sounds coming from the room you shared with him. You already know what was going on. It sounded to real to be deemed as something that echoed from the television.

Eyes blinded by tears of anger and sadness, you slammed the door open and left him and the stranger in their tracks.

“(N-Name)?” he stuttered out.

You cast him a look before you took off your ring and placed it on the floor before walking out of the room.

Akaashi Keiji: Akaashi didn’t seem like the person to do something like that. But you guessed that all of them are the same.

Akaashi tore away from the grips of the other woman and ran after you while pulling up a pair of pants that was previously discarded on the floor. He stopped you just as you were opening the door. He placed his hand on the wooden surface and shut it again.

“No… please… don’t… I’m sorry…” he pleaded, resting his forehead on your shoulder, soaking it with his tears, “It’s not w-what you think… please believe me…”

Kuroo Tetsurou: Kuroo automatically pushed the woman off of him harshly and ran after you. He grabbed you by the hand and engulfed you in an embrace from behind. But before he apologized, you spoke with your voice dripping with sadness.

“The sex god is bored of his fiance before even marrying them” you said, “you’re free Kuroo, no need to be tied down to someone like me”

Every word sent a needle through his heart ad only gripped you against him tighter while muttering “I’m sorry… don’t go” over and over. The decision now to stitch up your relationship back up or to let him crumble in his own mistake.

Oikawa Tooru: That look in your eyes weren’t sadness, it was disappointment. And it hurt him to see it in you even more. It was as if you knew that this will happen.

He ran after you crying your name with panic in is heart. He tried to reach you but you already drove away.

The next few days, he didn’t eat or sleep. All he did was call your phone that you didn’t answer. He left voice messages of his repentance and that he will do everything to have you again. Every time he hears your voice every time he is directed to voicemail and those voice messages that you have sent him in the past, he’d smile in melancholy and cry, at least in some way, you are still talking to him.

Akashi Seijurou: The moment you took off his mother’s old wedding ring, the old pain he felt when his mother died came back. Only this time i was 10 times more painful. He was about to lose you.

He glared at the woman who had tempted him to sin against you and sent her away. He wasn’t gong to chase after you, not when the scars in both your hearts are too fresh for you to think rationally.

The next day, and the day after that and the days after that, he would stand by your door, ringing the doorbell and talking to you through the wooden barrier that separates the two of you, pleading for you to open it, and would stay there until midnight.

It was painful for him, but it was his price to pay.

Aomine Daiki: Like Akashi he didn’t chase after you, but he didn’t because he wanted you to cool off first, but because he didn’t know what to do. He was far too shocked to move, but when he did, you were already gone. He instantly threw the woman out then collapsed on his knees, trying to pull his heart together.

For the following days, he locked himself up in your supposed apartment with him. He was left in darkness. He didn’t know how to function now. He just lost something that he really cherished over some stupid thing that never meant anything to him.

You did come back a few days later, to collect your things. But the moment Aomine opened the door, he pulled you in for a bone-crushing hug and collapsed on the floor. He had you in his arms, no matter how little this cchance was, he would take it to have you back.

Kise Ryouta: Kise was just a victim. This person was his coworker who jumped him and seduced him but that wasn’t how it looked like.

He bounded after you and tackled you on to ground. You looked up to him and was met with his face drenched in tears, his hand holding the ring you took off and desperately pleaded you to believe him that it wasn’t what it looked like.

His trembling hands took yours and tried to put the ring back into your finger but it’s going to take more than that to make you believe him

Nijimura Shuuzou: Nijimura knew what was wrong and what was right, but he was still human and he would still make mistakes, but something like this was beyond your capacity to forgive.

But what he knew that you were far too precious for him to lose. Anyone BUT you.

He chased after you and stopped you just as you were exiting the house. He trapped you from behind, and a good thing to since he didn’t want to see him so pathetic. He slammed his head on the wooden door the engulfed you in an embrace.

“N-No… No… don’t… don’t do this…”he muttered as tears began streaming from his eyes, “I’ll do anything… just don’t… don’t leave me…”

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I just wanted someone to pray for me. I didn't know when it started but I noticed that I was slowly drifting away from God. I was very excited to do devotions and read His Word before and I can't even let a day pass without opening my Bible. I want to be emptied and be filled again. I have no one in my church that I could open up to. So please include me in your prayers :) Book suggestions or reminding me a particular verse might help. Thank you and God bless! (btw, my name's Nicole)

I pray that God will bring people into your life whom you can connect with and grow alongside! Also praying that you would feel close to Him once again. 

Here are some good reads (besides reading the Word, which you can’t exclude!):

- “UnInvited” by Lysa TerKeurst… “A Young Woman After God’s Own Heart” by Elizabeth George… “His Princess Warrior” By Sheri Rose Shepherd… “Crazy Love” by Francis Chan… “Captivating” By John & Stasi Eldredge

Here are some verses I think may encourage you:

- James 4:8, Lamentations 3:22-23, Matthew 7:7-8, Deuteronomy 31:6, Psalm 139

God bless you, Nicole!

Waking Up

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Alex/Maggie, Sanvers

Characters: Eliza Danvers, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer

Rating: G

Author’s Note: This is a prompt fill for @misswidgetsays who requested prompt #44, “You kissed me first.” Hope this one is bounce-worthy. ;)

Thanks to @zennie-fic for the quick beta. Added a few things last minute so all mistakes are mine.


They were precious together.

From the deck, Eliza watched Alex with Maggie. She’d been drawn outside by their laughter, compelled to witness her daughter’s happiness for herself. The tide was coming in, and Alex was doing her level best to teach Maggie to surf. They were both in wetsuits, having taken Kara and Alex’s old boards out of storage for the occasion. As Eliza watched, they paddled out together side-by-side to greet the next wave.

Eliza smiled, raised her camera, and fired off a series of shots, hoping for one she could frame. Alex was encouraging her girlfriend, clapping and shouting while Maggie managed to stay upright on wobbly legs for most of the ride. Maggie raised her fist in triumph, letting out a happy whoop before promptly tumbling into the surf as Alex laughed.

Maggie’s addition to Alex’s life hadn’t been without complications, but the transformation she’d caused in Alex was breathtaking. Somehow, Maggie had gotten past Alex’s defenses and insecurities, opening Alex up to a bigger world, a world beyond the DEO, beyond protecting Kara. Her daughter was living her life again, possibly for the first time in a decade, and Eliza would be forever grateful to Maggie for that gift.

Kara adored Maggie, talking about her on the phone almost as much as Alex, and during this last minute, but very welcome visit, Eliza was quickly growing to feel the same. She could already see this woman becoming a part of their family, and Eliza hoped to find the time to talk to Alex alone to see what her plans might be in that regard.

Balancing the camera on the rail, Eliza simply took a deep breath of the ocean air and enjoyed the pair. When Maggie tackled her daughter off her board and plunged them both into the surf, she laughed with delight before retreating inside to give them their privacy.

Keep reading


“I have lost many of my loved ones to this Gods forsaken place.” Her eyes narrowed on her husband as he poured himself a glass of dornish wine. “We both have and yet you have become his champion. You have put yourself at risk.”

“No, I am getting justice for my sister and her children.”   

“Justice at the cost of your life is not justice!” Lyanna wanted to smack the glass of wine out his hands, she hadn’t felt the urge to hit him since the beginning years of their marriage. She wanted to screech for the Others to take him, she wanted to bar the doors to keep anyone from coming in and him from ever going out.  

Keep reading

OQ Smut Week, First Curse Sex

A day late and more than a few dollars short.

Thanks so much to Allison ( @somewhereapart ), Brooke ( @brookeap3 ), Hollie, ( @outlawqueenbey ) ,  Hannah ( @the-alpha-incipiens ) and now bea ( @repellomuggletum15  )I would be nothing without you guys. <3

She’s five years older today.

She’s five years older today, yet her body has not aged. The people around her have not changed.  Seasons change, the budget meetings vary from day to day, but everything’s all the same.  People let her win every argument.  She always wins.  

She’s lonely.  

She has Graham, but he doesn’t notice that time passes.  He doesn’t remember the secrets she tells him, and in some ways that’s comforting.  She can open up to him and cry, cry about her vindictive mother, her cowardly, stupid, loving, too-trusting father.  She can avoid the details that are damning and just open her soul up to him, and he’ll hold her and cradle her head and tell her that she’s not alone, that he’s with her.

And she can sometimes believe it, but within days the memory of what they shared fades.  That’s part of the curse.  It erases his mind.  Resets him.

And the distance grows.

She’s calculated it. It’s five days before the clock in Graham’s head resets, five days until his memories slip away, lost to the curse forever.  

There is no relationship that can be formed in this curse.  Nothing can grow when the lifespan is only five days.  Oh, it’s a dark curse, and she paid a dark price, all for the dark sense of loneliness she is doomed to live for…all eternity?  Is this her own special version of hell?

Her only consolation is that as miserable as she is, Snow White is even more miserable.  Miserable and alone, and pathetic.  

But it’s been five years.  Five years of seeing Snow sad and alone.

And it really isn’t that satisfying after all.

Today she takes the afternoon off, leaves her elegant office in favor of her favorite place in the woods, where a fallen log makes the perfect bench.  It’s beautiful here, just the beginning of autumn; crisp, radiant leaves surround her, frame the beautiful view of the sunset in front of her.  She has her travel coffee mug - a coffee mug she’s filled with hot chocolate and laced with a generous pour of whiskey.  Oh hell, who is she kidding.  It’s whiskey with a generous pour of hot chocolate.  Still, it’s warm, and delicious, and it dulls the pain a bit.  The pain of knowing this is an anniversary not only of the curse’s birth, but of her father’s death.  

God, she misses him.  But if there’s one thing she knows, she knows a man as kindly as him is in a place far better than this hell. Better than the life of a man who was married to an evil woman and fathered an even more evil, ungrateful daughter.

Five years he’s been free.

“To five years,” she says, toasting to the setting sun before taking a long sip and swallowing hard, fighting the tears in her eyes and willing them to settle, not to fall.

“Five years of what?” says a voice behind her, and she jumps, her mug dropping to the ground, spilling the contents.

She curses and scowls at the stealthy intruder.  Locksley. God, he is insufferable.  It seems every time she wanted to be alone he’d show up.  

“Apologies, m’lady.  I didn’t expect to find anyone here.”

“Yes, well, this log is occupied,” she says tightly.  “Be on your way.”

“Well, I can’t do that,” he says, sitting down next to her. “You see, I am the park ranger.”

“I’m aware,” she says, before adding, “I hired you.”

That’s not… exactly true.  She did cast The Dark Curse and she had a say over the lives of many over whom it was cast but… the curse itself filled in where she had not set up a specific plan.  She did not know this man from the Land of Magic.  Didn’t know his past, who he was before…this.  But the curse had made him a park ranger, so he must have had some connection to the woods.

So technically, The Dark Curse hired him.  But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Indeed you did,” Locksley agrees, taking out a flask and helping himself to a generous sip.  “And I believe I am to enforce rules.  And one very important one” —he points to her coffee mug, a devilish smile on his face— “is no alcoholic beverages on park grounds.”

Why that little—!

She could just—

But it’s a joke, he’s made that clear, especially with the flask he’s holding now.  He’s playing with her.  Trying to engage her.  And for what purpose?

He’s so… He makes her so mad, has this way of pressing her buttons and bothering her.  That’s not supposed to happen in the curse, she’s always supposed to win, and yet…

She should just get up from this log and leave, make a comment about drinking on the job being a fireable offense, and let that be that.

But the sunset is beautiful, and it’s unseasonably warm, and he’s holding out a flask to her, and he’s sitting right next to her, their legs are touching, and the physical contact is just… oddly soothing.

Keep reading