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Too-Ra-Loo:  Taboo FX Fan Fiction (rqtd.) James Delaney

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Anonymous said:

hii i was wondering if you could a little something about james and lorna have a baby together maybe in the future? just to see the dynamics of it :) if not that totally fine but i’d like to see how that would work

Love this idea, since it is something I probably won’t explore in the larger fic Still Waters.    Sorry for the length, but I wanted to give you a good sense of their happily ever after, and honestly my feels just took over.  LOL 

And yes I know I am 100 years early on the Irish lullaby, but I like it too much.

No Warnings apply - it’s all fluff basically.  Only a brief mention of mature content.

Too-Ra-Loo

James stepped onto the loading dock and took a moment to adjust his gait once again for dry, stable land.   Weeks sailing had a tendency to leave one with a rolling gait, and thus it was how his first few steps rather stuttered down the long gangplank.   His eyes lifted skyward, taking in the blue expanse and the lush green that surrounded him.  Breathing deep the fresh air that still retained a slight tang of salt down here at the docks.  The scent would only be subtle once he reached the village.   The aromas drifting on the breeze now calling him forth; urging his steps quicker.   After bidding his First Mate Atticus farewell until the morrow, his eyes flickered to the rising column of smoke that lazily twisted through the tree line into the summer sky.    He smiled softly knowing it was likely the boy who kept the home fire burning.    He breathed deep once more and took a step, the smile broadening across his tanned and whiskered face.

He would never get tired of this feeling.

Coming home.

~

Lorna washed the daily dishes, careful to keep one eye on the just shy of eleven months old and now crawling infant that was currently pouting upon the floor.   Her lips pursed in dissatisfaction, eyes scrunched and piercing, and her little face turning a shade of temper!   While the pots and pans had amused her hands for a few minutes, the constant banging did not amuse her normally patient mother.  With a slight smile she watched her baby girl hold her gaze, the determination in those depths already a bigger force than her own wee body.  

“Oh such a fierce glare my sweet.  So like your daddy, aren’t you wee papoose?”

At the mention of the word daddy, her tiny head began swiveling around; eyes wide and searching.   Eyebrows raised high when she could not find the face her small memory recalled, or hear his deep voice anywhere in the house.    The plump bottom lip pulled between gums showing the barest peek of baby teeth emerging as she began to crawl from the kitchen into the wider space beyond. Knowing she had a few seconds, Lorna washed and set the last few remaining dishes on the rack and then drying her hands, followed after her daughter.   She was sitting in the middle of the open space that served as both an eating and lounging area, the lips turned down into a frowning pout once more as she gazed around.   A quiver began on the bottom lip the longer she could not find the “daddy” her mommy had mentioned.   Sad brown eyes lifted up and her mouth formed a small “o” as though she was trying to ask where he was.  

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Woman Don't You Cry For Me (Early Take)
George Harrison
Woman Don't You Cry For Me (Early Take)

“Woman Don’t You Cry For Me is in Open E and basically written for bottle-neck guitar. It was started around 1968 [sic, 1969] in Gothenburg, Sweden, when I was on the road with Delaney and Bonnie and Eric Clapton. We were on a tour of Europe and they had released their record Coming Home. Delaney handed me a bottle-neck slide and asked me to play a line which Dave Mason had played on the record. I had not tried slide before so I started at that time to play with the bottle-neck and that was how Woman Don’t You Cry For Me came about and I somehow think Delaney might have suggested the title.

It almost went on All Things Must Pass but didn’t actually happen until the 33 1/3 album.”

- George Harrison, I Me Mine

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dreamyuniversestuff  asked:

prompt: oliver, felicity and a case of mistaken identity.

“Miss! Hey you, Miss! Excuse me!”

Felicity Smoak hurried on, ignoring the voice, and weaving in and out of the crowd. She had just six minutes to get in and out of Delaney’s office before he was due to make his way back.

“Miss!” the voice sounded loudly in her ear as she felt a tap to her shoulder. It seemed she hadn’t moved fast enough.

“Get rid of him, Felicity,” she heard Oliver muttered into her comm. Habitually, her gaze flickered over to where he was standing at the bar, clad in his only remaining tuxedo after losing his fortune, efficaciously distracting Delaney, clapping a hand on his back and catching her eye over his shoulder, giving her a subtle nod.

Quickly, turned on the spot, her navy dress swishing a little.

“Can I help you?” she asked politely, meeting the tall, dark-haired man’s gaze, her head tilted as she felt the precious seconds tick by.

As the man drank in her in, a flicker of appreciation registered in his features, before he flashed her a large smile.

“Are you Ms. Laurel Lance?” he asked, waiting patiently as she gaped at him.

“Uh, no. I’m not,” she replied, her brow furrowed in confusion, wondering why and how the hell this guy could ever mistake her for Laurel, but not having the time to find out.

“Oh,” his eyebrows rose in surprise, his tone and face apologetic before he stuck out his hand, “I’m Richard Grayson, so sorry for the mix-up.”

Felicity stared at his hand for a moment, before reaching out and shaking it quickly.

“That’s alright. If you’ll excuse me—”

“I didn’t catch your name,” Grayson interrupted, his fingers tightening around hers ever so slightly, preventing her from pulling away.

Felicity’s brow furrowed in confusion, increasingly aware of precious time being wasted.

“Um, it’s Felicity Smoak. So sorry to be rude, but I really have to—”

“Break into Edgar Delaney’s office? Yeah, I know,” Grayson cut across her nonchalantly, as if they were discussing the weather and not the fact that he seemed to know she was trying to expose Delaney for the human-trafficker he was.

“What—”

“I just thought you’d want to know that what you’re looking for isn’t in his home office. He has a secondary location,” he finished, a smaller smile gracing his face, apparently pleased with himself.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Felicity replied, pulling her hand from his, her eyes darting around, trying to catch a glimpse of Oliver or Digg.

“Oh, no need to be alarmed Ms. Smoak. I won’t hurt you. And I’m sure Oliver has his eyes well-trained on me by now,” Grayson murmured, his blue-green orbs twinkling under the dim light of the ball-room.

“You never did know when you weren’t wanted, Dick,” Oliver’s voice suddenly sounded to Felicity’s left, he stepping close to her and gently laying a hand on the small of her back in reassurance.

How did he manage to sneak up behind her? The man was a frickin’ ninja.

“I go by Rick now, actually,” the other man deadpanned, his eyes locked with Oliver’s for a moment, before he turned his attention back to Felicity.

“No offense to the stunning Ms. Smoak here, but I thought you would have had taken Laurel to a fancy function like this…she apparently being the love of your life, and all.”

Felicity felt Oliver tense, his fingers flexing against her back.

“It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, Grayson,” he said in lieu of a direct response to that statement, finally meeting Felicity’s confused gaze.

“And how is it that you two know each other?” she asked, trepidation rising in her chest.

It was Grayson who stepped forward, dazzling smile still present on his admittedly-handsome face.

“Oh me and Oliver here go way back. We even have a…friend in common…Amanda Waller. You know her?”

A/N: I’ve been thinking about writing a Dick Grayson/Nightwing story for a while now and this prompt just helped me get it off the ground. Thanks so much dreamyuniversestuff! I may continue this :)

I also changed Dick to Rick because I have the mental maturity of a twelve year old. 

I don’t think many of you know this but Karlie also had a hand in Delaney meeting Taylor as someone contacted Karlie’s dad who then confirmed that Karlie had passed the information on to Taylor’s team and this comes just a while after the story of Abby, another cancer patient whose family tried to get in touch with Taylor through Karlie, who then build an extraordinary friendship with Abby and this makes me all so emotional, I’m so baffled by how both of them continue to go out of their way to make struggling people’s life a little brighter and im so happy I chose the right women to look up to