tridentata, sometimes called Larrea mexicana
Chaparral, creosote bush, la gobernadora, hedionillo, medicine chest
because it smells like the tar derivative also called creosote.
Zygophyllaceae, also called caltrops. It is related to Guaiacum and
Tribulus terrestris (also called puncturevine)
Cautions: Rare reports of serious liver disease have been
associated with internal use and ingestion of creosote. Seek advice
from a professional health care practitioner before use and, in doing
so, inform them if you have had or are at risk for liver disease,
kidney disease, or if you frequently imbibe alcoholic beverages, or
are using any medications. Discontinue use and seek a physician if
vomiting, fever, fatigue, abdominal pain, loss of appetite, or
jaundice (e.g. dark urine, pale stools, yellow discoloration of the
eyes) occur. This is herb is NOT safe to be used during
is a creosote colony in the Mojave Desert called the “King Clone”
that is 11,700 years old. Creosote is one of the oldest living
organisms on Earth (as far as measuring this type of thing goes).
grows in colonies – rings of plants that sprout up from an
underground root system that are genetically identical clones of the
Description: Larrea tridentata is
a variably sized shrub with tiny evergreen dark green leaves. The
resinous leaves are compound and opposite, with two leaflets attached
to each other at the base. The flowers are shiny yellow with five
petals, many to a branch. The fruit is a capsule densely covered in
white hairs, which look like fluffy puff balls.
Tips: Creosote is often
one of the dominant plant where it grows. There are often huge
colonies of it scattered through an area. Look for plants that have
more young growth, which is a brighter green color and has a strong
resinous smell. Cut areas of the plant where the stem is flexible,
not hard and woody, and where the leaves are waxy or oily to the
touch, preferably those which leave a faint residue on your
fingertips if you rub the small leaves between the pads of your
fingers. The best creosote to harvest is found in washes between the
mesas of the desert, where water runs down into stream beds which
quickly dry up. Do not pick plants alongside roads, as these are not
safe for use.
Collect the bundles
by either snapping off the flexible stems where they join the woody
branches or using pruning shears. Creosote is not so woody as to
require heavy duty loppers. Gather onto a laid out flat breathable
cloth, such as cotton broadcloth or burlap or muslin, and roll up to
transport. You will lose some leaves, but these can be gathered from
Once to your
bundling location, unroll and leave the plant flat on the breathable
cloth for a day or so, flipping over occasionally, then bundle.
mold, so please dry a little before bundling, to prevent the inner
part of the bundle from moldering and the entire bundle from becoming
Caution: the smell
of creosote as is it drying or being bundled is intense and will
easily fill a small room. Some persons I have wildcrafted with have
reported feeling dizzy, lightheaded, or nauseated from the aromatic
oils in the air, so please keep that in mind.
Parts Used: The
fresh green leaves or the green leaves once dried, the waxy yellow
flowers, and the greener stems are all used for magickal and
medicinal purposes. The woody stems are used for ceremonial fires,
but caution, as
creosote is mildly psychoactive and the fires may cause reactions
varying from dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, a feeling of
floating, or even mild hallucinations. Of course, allergic reactions
may also occur from breathing in the smoke, so start with small
amounts and watch for difficulty breathing and itching of the skin,
mouth, nose, and throat.
Medicinal Uses: Larrea tridentata is poisonous in larger doses. Please be
cautious. There are multiple reports of serious poisoning, acute
hepatitis, kidney and liver damage, up to kidney and liver failure,
many of which were the result of using creosote preparations that
were not properly diluted or which were taken too often. Do not take
at the same time as hepatotoxic drugs or alongside large amounts of
pain killers such as aspirin.
Creosote can cause severe stomach pain, nausea, diarrhea, weight
loss, and fever. Putting creosote on the skin can cause skin
reactions, including photo-sensitivity, rash, and itching.
An important consideration with creosote is that the plant is very
bitter and the taste and smell are quite potent. So when deciding
whether to use this as an herbal remedy, make sure the person it is
being prepared for can tolerate the smell and taste. I do not
recommend you attempt to improve the taste with large amounts of
honey, agave, or sugar, as this just makes the strong taste
saccharine with an intensely bitter aftertaste.
peoples of the Southwestern deserts of the United States have used
this plant in teas, tinctures, and salves, as a poultice to retard
bacterial growth, as an emetic, expectorant, and diuretic to treat
venereal disease, tuberculosis, bowel cramps, and rheumatism (Kearney
and others 1951, Mabry and others 1977)
It has been used as
a herbal treatment for stiff limbs, open sores, snakebites, menstrual
cramps, and poxes (Bowers and Wignall 1993, Mabry and others 1977)
The Breast Cancer Research and Treatment study in 2005 showed that
the antioxidant compound, nordihydroguaiaretic acid (NDGA) inhibits
the IGF-1 and c-erbB2/HER2/neu receptors and suppresses growth in
breast cancer cells. (Youngren, J.F., Gable, K., Penaranda, C. et al.
Breast Cancer Res Treat (2005) 94: 37.) Of course, this would be in a
professional medicinal environment with controlled injections of an
extracted compound – no amount of ingesting creosote will cure
cancer, though it may kill you with liver or kidney failure.
antimicrobial and anti-fungal, it has through time been used to
prevent infections due to cuts, burns, and bites, and also those
internal caused by pathogens and parasites entering the body.
Creosote is used
internally to inhibit the growth of fibroids.
lignans that are very similar to estrogen, giving it an effect on the
skin similar to that of soy taken internally.
According to an
ethno-botanist of field studies for the herbal program at the
Southwest Institute of Healing Arts, the Pima people of central
Arizona would use just an inch or so of fresh creosote dropped in
water as a cleansing drink, to flush a variety of fungal or parasitic
microbials from the body, as well as for its antioxidant properties.
It is a very strong
liver stimulant, and so should not be used by individuals with liver
disease such as cirrhosis or hepatitis.
The main way I use
creosote is to help prevent and kill a number of infectious
organisms. These include bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. I mix
creosote with myrrh and dragon’s blood resin, for I find it is not
strong enough many times on its own. I do not recommend creosote for
staphylococcus aureus. It often works okay for fungal skin
infections such as athlete’s foot.
For athlete’s food
and similar, if the infection is on an area you can put into wash
basin (i.e., hands and feet), simply soak the infected area in a very
strong hot water infusion of creosote. If it cannot be soaked, use a
hot compress. Afterward, I would recommend that you alternate between
remedies (see Recommended Combinations below). Apply the Larrea
tincture directly on the wound and/or put it on a gauze pad which is
then held in place. With these types of infections, please also
consider community protection and telling the infected person that
they are contagious. And you and they both need to cleanse yourselves
thoroughly after handling the infected area.
Creosote can also be
used to treat infectious gut organisms. I recommend seeking a medical
opinion on whether it is a gut infection or a non-infectious
disorder, such as irritable bowel syndrome. Also, it can be difficult
to know which type of infectious organism. Giardia, for example, can
infect a person who drank contaminated water, and can be treated with
a combination of creosote, parsley, wormwood, and black walnut.
Aching muscles can
also be treated with creosote, specifically those associated with
stress and stress related nervous pain.
The dried plant when
powdered has been used by many First Nation people of the Southwest
as an effective deodorant. A tincture of creosote combined with a
tincture of witch hazel makes a wonderful deodorant that smells like
rain, but do not wear it with white clothing – it turns everything
Creosote is also
used to relieve itching, though obviously not in those who find it
causes itching, and it provides a protective moisture barrier even
after it dries.
Preparations: The part of this
plant used medicinally is the leaves, though if you have some of the
flexible green branches, the yellow waxy flowers, or the fluffy seed
capsules in with them it will not hurt the medicine. The leaf can be
used either fresh or dried, as there is not that much water in them
to begin with, but you should not use leaves that were brown and
desiccated on the plant.
Due to the
antioxidant properties of this plant, most of these preparations will
have a longer shelf life than medicines made from other plants, but
beware that for tinctures or other infusions that keep the plant in
the substance being infused, too strong of an infusion is dangerous,
so remove the plant matter before storing.
My favorite delivery
mechanism of the medicine of creosote is also one of the easiest to
prepare. A sprig in cold water, used all day, as a cleansing tonic
drink is my favorite. Just refill the same bottle throughout the day.
I also like making
salves with the infused oil. For this either fresh or dried plant can
be used, but if you have access to the fresh, it is much preferable.
It relieves stinging and itching of cuts and seals them with a
protective barrier. It is also quite useful topically as a treatment
for the herpes viruses, including cold sores, herpes simplex, and
Tincture: Prepare the tincture
with 180 proof food grade clear alcohol at about 1:2, or as close to
this as you can get while still having the leaves covered by the
menstruum and ideally to a few inches above it. Infuse in the cool
alcohol in a dark, cool place for one week, then strain the plant
matter and discard it or compost it.
Dosage with Tincture: When treating an acute infection or parasitic infestation, as with something brought on by ‘bad’ food or water (such as drinking water in the mountains) use a large loading dose, then taper down. A 110 pound person can start with about 4 ml in their first dosage, then taper down to about 2.5 ml every four to six hours for approximately 48 hours, then to about 1.25 ml for the next 48 hours. I recommend combining this with activated charcoal, and for serious infectious gut parasites (like giardia) with wormwood, parsley, and black walnut as well.
Infused oil: Add the
green, fresh leaves or lightly dried leaves to good extra virgin
olive oil (I recommend the stuff coming out of California right now).
Cover the leaves with the oil, ideally to a few inches above them.
Lett this sit in a cool, dark place for at least two weeks. Since
they resist mold, you can let the leaves stay in the oil for a longer
period of time than most plants. The oil alone, or combined with
other plants, can be applied directly to wounds as an antiseptic.
Creosote is also naturally antioxidant, so the constituents stabilize
the infused oil, so by adding the creosote oil into other oils or
salves, it will slow down their rate of rancidity and give them a
longer shelf life. It will be strongly scented, however, so if you
don’t want the damp rain and earth smell of creosote in your other
oils, you may wish to refrain and find another method of giving them
Salves: Solidify the
infused oil by adding beeswax or cocoa butter, or your preferred
combination of the two, in a double boiler, then decant into a
sterile salve container.
Tea: For creosote, I
recommend a hot water infusion (hot water poured over the plant)
rather than a decoction (plant matter cooked in the hot water).
Remember that if this is for drinking, an inch long section of the
plant is plenty for an entire day, and may be too much, as it is very
Honey: I recommend
using raw honey, as non-raw honey is less helpful for anti-microbial
uses. To get the honey to extract the volatile constituents from the
creosote, warm the honey til it is liquid enough to allow movement,
but do not simmer it, as then it is no longer raw. Cover the plant
matter with warm honey to the point where the honey is a few inches
above the plant matter. Allow to sit for one week, then strain the
plant matter out and discard or compost it. This is better as a burn
or skin infection medicine for external use than it is for internal
use, for which I would not recommend it.
Compress: A compress
comes from dipping a clean cloth (preferably cotton or silk) in a
water infusion of the plant matter – the infusion in this case is a
slightly stronger hot water infusion than the one described above for
internal use tea. I would recommend the compresses for athletes foot
and other minor skin infections. Creosote compresses are especially
helpful when you cannot directly soak the affected area. You can also
soak a bandage with the tea (or tincture), though I do not recommend
keeping an open wound damp for very long. I do not use creosote as a
poultice, where the plant matter is macerated and then applied
directly to a wound, as it is so very strong and can cause skin
Soak: Simply add
creosote to hot water. For something the size of a foot or hand, you
can add a few inches of the plant. Do not scale up past a five inch
by one inch bundle for the entire body, especially as it can be
absorbed through mucous membranes and cause irritation.
Willow (Salix spp.)
(good for pain as well)
(Daemonorops draco or Dracaena cinnabari or Croton lechleri)
Arnica (Arnica spp.)
Willow (Salix spp.)
californica (Yerba mansa)
Oak (Quercus spp.)
Essential Oil: I recommend the
enfleurage method to get the oils out of the leaves without
You will need:
Only the freshest,
newest leaves, from a period in the harvest season where the leaves
are green and have an oily sheen that coats the fingers
A sterilized glass
alcohol of 180 proof or higher (everclear, moonshine, etc)
Spread a thin coat
of new, organic vegetable fat on the sterilized glass plate and lay
the leaves on the fat. Cover the combination with plastic wrap to
make the plate air tight. Then store this in a cool, dark location
for 48 to 72 hours. The oils will infuse the fat.
Strain the leaves
from the fat and discard or compost. Spoon the infused fat into the
sterilized mason jars and spread it out on the inside, exposing as
much surface area of the fat as possible.
Pour the clear,
strong alcohol into the jars, covering the fat. Cover and seal the
Let the jars stand
in the refrigerator for 24 to 48 hours - this extracts the oil from
the fat (pouring vodka directly on the leaves will destroy them and
will not extract the oils)
move the liquid to
another steralized jar
allow that to rest
for 24 hours, refrigerated - this will allow the oil to separate from
siphon the separated
oil from the alcohol
sterilized, air-tight, dark glass bottles - the oil should last you
at least five years, unless, of course, you use it all first or it
turns sour due to some contaminant
The waxy sap from
the bush can be released by simmering the stalks, including the woody
ones, in water. The resin is then applied to wooden tools, like
arrows or bowls, for water-proofing. Do not waterproof using creosote
anything intended for food storage or ingestion, as ingestion of the
oils is toxic in large enough amounts.
were stored by First Nations persons in grain bins and other food
storage areas to keep the moisture out and preserving the food.
Sometimes, the leaves from the bush were mixed in with the grains to
further the process.
Magickal Uses: Creosote has
traditionally been used for cleansing ritual fires that have a
psychotropic affect, including dizziness, lightheadedness, mild
euphoria, and loss of consciousness. Do not burn the leaves or
branches unless you are outdoors or in a very well ventilated area,
as too much of the fumes being inhaled can be toxic and deadly.
It can be used for
pre-ritual or post-ritual cleansing and grounding baths.
It is excellent for
spells of survival, permanence, and stability, as it is one of the
oldest known plant forms – ancient beyond even the redwood. It
survives in some of the harshest environmental conditions on the
planet: below freezing temperatures in the winter, temperatures about
100 degrees Fahrenheit in the summer, and less than 10 inches of rain
per year in extremely nutrient deficient sandy soil.
It is also an
excellent warding plant. Note that not much else grows around it in
the desert, even when it grows where water flows. It defends its
territory well, in colonies that are self-supporting.
Creosote can also be
used in spells to connect people who live far away from each other.
As the colonies grow in cloning rings, distant but still connected,
so bundles can be used as a connecting force.
Please note that
Haven Craft teaches the traditional uses of herbs. Statements made by
Haven Craft regarding the benefits of an herb have not been evaluated
by the food and drug administration, as the FDA does not evaluate or
test herbs. This information has not been evaluated by the US Food
and Drug Administration, nor has it gone through the rigorous
double-blind studies required before a particular product can be
deemed truly beneficial or potentially dangerous and prescribed in
the treatment of any condition or disease.
presented by Haven Craft is provided for informational purposes only,
it is not meant to substitute for medical advice or diagnosis
provided by your physician or other medical professional. Do not use
this information to diagnose, treat or cure any illness or health
condition. If you have, or suspect that you have a medical problem,
contact your physician or health care provider.
Who’d have thunk that a random comment about bathroom buttons would elicit so many queries?
OK, here’s how we do bathrooms in reasonably new apartments in Tokyo. It’s called a “unit bath”, a single prefabricated unit that combines floor, walls, ceiling and bath (and, in some cases, a toilet as well). It’s a big glorified shower on steroids: it’s super-easy to clean, and you can go nuts with water. Nothing leaks, everything’s water-tight, you can have a blast. You can see the water outlet in the floor in the fourth photo. When I had long hair that required rich conditioners, it was a gross process to clean that outlet. Now that I have an ultra-short pixie cut, it’s much easier.
Remember that Japanese people don’t wash in a bath: they scrub themselves clean outside the bath, sitting on a small chair, and then use the bath itself for soaking and relaxing and … just … being Japanese.
My bath is about 1 meter long but quite deep. You fill it electronically by pushing buttons on a control panel that also allows you to change the temperature of the water, reheat tepid water and fill the bath automatically. The water enters the bath through that thingamajiggy on the left in the first photo.
I also have a faucet (for that pre-bath scrub) and a shower head (second and third photos).
My specific bathroom doubles up as a, dunno what to call it, clothes dryer? You can blow air, either cold or hot, into the room, which is rather handy during rainy season. (Since it doesn’t have a window, it has an air circulation system that runs continuously, but this dryer function is something extra.) You can see the control panel for the bath and the clothes dryer whatnot in the last two photos. As I’ve mentioned before, this requires an explanation of encyclopedic proportions in all Airbnb apartments …
I have another room or section with a big hand basin, cupboards, a toilet (yes, a space-age one that can launch into orbit while singing J-pop) and a washing machine. Small studio apartments don’t have this second room: bath, basin and toilet are all included in that “unit bath”. Some apartments have a completely separate room for the toilet. (Japan has a thing about separating clean stuff and dirty stuff.)
Pretty and romantic? No. Functional and super-efficient? Heck, yes. (That happens to be an accurate description of all of Tokyo. Methinks.)
(I don’t know what this is but silver is broken hearted and james is free with Thomas)
“What does it feel like, loving him?”
The question leaves his lips before he can stop himself. John immediately wants to take it back, to hide it in the ground with that damn chest and never let it see the light of day again.
James frowns as the wet rag falls from his hands into the basin. He took a deep, audible breath. “Bright.”
He crumbled slightly, his eyes watering and his chest expanding as he sucked air into his lungs.
“Both too bright and too dim. In London, when we were together, I was… I was different. Calmer, ready to listen and accept what was said to me. He would touch me, just a press of his fingers to my shoulder and I- I just stopped. But it was almost too much at times. It scared me, how deeply I had come to care for him, and even when he gave me that love back tenfold I was terrified of losing him…” James paused, his chest heaving, and he seemed on the verge of breaking.
“But without him I am half a man. Losing him was like losing my sight or my hearing. The world changed. And I’ve never recovered, not really. When Miranda-” he choked, eyes falling shut and tears brimming over and down his cheeks. “When Miranda was murdered the last light in the world went out. I was broken, but somehow you brought me out.”
John thought of how long he had kept the knowledge of Thomas to himself and felt slightly sick.
“When you thought Madi dead, I saw myself in your eyes. You love her, and you would do anything to keep her safe,” James went on. “I know we are broken, the two of us, and we may never be on the same page again, but… thank you. For this chance to see him again. Even if it is a lie, a fiction to get me alone and remove me from the problem-”
“No,” James interrupted, “I’m thanking you. Once again you have opened a door I thought closed. You’ve given me a hope I don’t want to believe but feel compelled to. If- If he is there, I’ll never leave his side again.”
Silver felt something inside him burst with pain. It was, he thought, heartbreak. But a smile fell over James’ face and John felt tears on his cheeks.
He realised that he loved this man. Flint was as close to love as a man like Silver could get. He knew the man was right, that Madi would not be enough, that he would long for a legacy and for the sea. His love for Madi is true and strong and he knows he would do anything for her, but for James-
He would kill for Madi, burn the world if she asked. But he would die for James Flint. And to know they might never see one another again made his heart pound and sweat break out on his palms. He wants to reach out, to take Flint in his arms and say “no, you don’t get to leave me like you left him,” but he stays sat at the small table. His heart breaks, but he lets the pain flow over him like water.
He doesn’t watch the two men reunite. Doesn’t watch their tender touches and soft kisses, doesn’t see them weep and cling to one another. Instead he goes to find the woman he loves and hopes she won’t turn him away.
Summary: Newt and the reader stand as a six-year-old girl’s parents. Daddy Newt!
Word Count: 1,556
A/N: While this was actually really fun to write, it was not without existential crises, reading TBS update sites, stalking Isabella Melling (people say she and Thomas split, thoughts?), and looking at my Instagram to see if my hospitalized best friend has seen my DMs. Have fun, though!
“Mommy!” a little girl started tugging on your shirt as you mended Chuck’s knee cut. “Unca Gally said Daddy and Unca Min’s gonna come back soon!”
A year ago, this little child, about five years old, came up in the Box, frightened to death. She took a liking to you, though, and started spending time with you and in extent – Newt. She had considered you her family ever since. She slept in a room next to yours and Newt’s, and helped with the little tasks in the Glade, like picking the fruits in the Gardens and tasting Fry’s food.
Although her name never came back to her, you named her Hope, because she gave the Gladers exactly that whenever they needed it.
“Yes, darling, stay put just a minute.” You laughed, cleaning up the excess medicine on Chuck’s knee then giving his shoulder a pat. “You’re all done, Chuckie, lay low on the running, will you?”
Chuck nodded reluctantly. “Yeah, only when Thomas ain’t around.” He muttered before heading for the door. “Thanks, Y/N!”
“You wanna go wait for daddy?” you smiled enthusiastically. She nodded eagerly. After a touching farewell between Hope and your co-workers, you went off to the Builders, who were essentially stationed nearest to the Maze.
Newt didn’t really like it when you and Hope went too close to the doors, so you settled for Gally’s station.
“Hey, sport,” Gally smiled, hiding his hammer someplace safe. “I’m guessing you’re not here for uncle Gally, but…” he mockingly pouted, opening his arms for the bubbly girl.
Hope laughed, wrapping her little arms around his neck. It was amazing to see how she brought out a whole different side of Gally. In fact, everyone in the Glade was different when she was around.
“Hey, Gal.” you smiled, taking a seat on one of the boxes.
“Hey, Y/N.” he gave you a tight-lipped smile back. He and Newt never got along, and although he had nothing against you, you two never had the chance to actually build a friendship since he and your boyfriend seemed to always go out of each other’s way to avoid the other. But since Hope seemed to have all the free time she could have, she would always walk around the Glade, getting to know everyone.
You watched the pair amusingly. Gally was showing Hope how he builds things, and he decided to make her a little chair. She was helping make the legs when her eyes widened at the Maze.
“Daddy!” she met Newt halfway, crawling her way up to his neck.
Newt looked horribly filthy, having just run the Maze, but he nuzzled his nose comfortably in the crook of Hope’s neck.
“I missed you, Daddy. You don’t come and play anymore.” You heard her say as Newt walked up to the Builders.
“Daddy missed you too, love.” He gave her one last squeeze before letting her pull him to Gally, chattering excitedly about her chair. She sat him on the crater next to you and showed him one of the legs she completed.
“That looks amazing!” he grinned, inspecting the leg. Although he hasn’t acknowledged you yet due to the girl’s enthusiasm, his arm snaked around yours tightly.
“Unca Gally taught me everything, Daddy!” she smiled, refocusing on her work.
Newt glanced at Gally, giving him a grateful smile before turning to you, letting the pair work.
“Hi.” He buried his forehead in the crook of your neck, kissing your collarbone.
“You smell like klunk, babe.” You giggle, leaning into his touch.
He hummed, continuing to leave butterfly kisses all over your neck and jaw until he pulled away moments after. “I’m gonna go clean up then, love, I’ll see you at dinner.” He pecked your lips and gave Hope a hug before running off.
Dinner didn’t come very long after, and Newt came all good as new. He sat Hope down on his lap, as usual, feeding her her usual mashed potatoes from Zart’s garden.
Once her plate was emptied and you three were spending time in the Deadheads, she leapt off his lap. “I’m gonna go to the Gardens, now, Daddy, can I?”
Newt’s eyes flitted to you before turning to her again. “You’re not staying with me to cuddle, then?” he sighed, wrapping his toned arms around her small figure, then tensing. “You’re quite a bit warm, darling.” He glanced at you, smirking. “We better find a Med-Jack somewhere, then, don’t we?”
“I suppose so.” You smiled mockingly, placing a hand on Hope’s forehead. “Daddy’s right, sweetheart. You just need to get to bed now, it’ll probably be gone in the morning. But that doesn’t mean you get to play right away the day after.”
Hope whined, falling on Newt’s chest. “Da-ddyyyyy, I promised Chuckie we’d play tag tomorrow!”
Newt kissed her hair. “How about you get some rest right now, Bub, so you can get enough rest and Mum will probably let you play tomorrow, yeah?”
Hope nodded, so you took her in your arms to allow Newt to get up – limp and all – and headed off to her bedroom. While you stroked Hope’s hair, Newt ran off to get some water – both to drink and to cool Hope’s forehead up.
Newt didn’t like it when you were outside the Homestead this late alone, so he usually made sure that the Gladers knew it. The first few weeks you shared a room, you tried to sneak off to the Deadheads. Apparently, Minho has been told of Newt’s disapproval, so being the light sleeper that he is, he usually stirs awake soon enough to catch you and force you back.
“This should be enough for the night.” Newt sighed, handing you the basin as he lifted the cup to Hope’s lips. You dipped your fingers in the cool, icy water then ran it across Hope’s hazel locks.
You did this for what felt like an eternity until you broke into a yawn, and Newt didn’t miss it.
“Get some sleep.” He commanded. “I’ll watch her.”
“No,” you shook your head, continuing working your hands in her hair. “you’re gonna do way more stuff tomorrow than I’ll ever do.”
“Doesn’t mean I’ll have you deprived as well, love. I’m anxious off my socks already, here.” He took the basin and placed it far from you and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, patting on his lap before placing a pillow on it. “Put your head here, come on.”
You sighed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Alby’ll kill me for making you stay up all night.” You shook your head again.
“I’ll have to kill Alby for killing you, then.” He said halfheartedly and pulled you down gently instead, and you couldn’t find the energy to sit back up.
“You spoil me too much.” You mumbled sleepily, your face against his stomach.
“I wouldn’t call it spoiling,” he responded, stroking your hair thus making you sleepier. “more like taking care of you like I should be.”
“I love you, Newt.” You wrapped your arms around his torso.
Newt’s last words before sleep took you were hard to make up. “As I love you.”
The Gladers’ morning chatter outside by the hammocks woke you the next day. You were still asleep on Newt’s lap, but Newt had fallen asleep as well, and had allowed himself to lay back on the bed but not without intertwining his fingers with yours.
Your first instinct was to check on Hope. She was still as warm as last night.
“Come back here.” Newt’s muffled words were barely audible.
“She hasn’t gotten better yet.” You sighed, walking back to the edge of the bed and falling into Newt’s waiting arms.
Newt stayed silent, embracing you until he spoke. “Looks like you’ve gotten it as well, love.” He cursed silently. “Should have had you sleep in the other buggin’ room. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, really. I’m feeling normal.” You kissed his jaw. “Are you running today?”
Newt shook his head. “Alby will understand. Got to take care of my girls now, haven’t I?”
“I told you – I’m fine. I’m the Med-Jack here. And I say I’m okay.”
Newt scoffed. “I’m second-in-command, and I say the Med-Jack stays in bed.” He looked at you teasingly, his grip on your waist tightening.
“As long as said second-in-command stays as well, the Med-Jack is willing to compromise.”
“It’s bloody settled, then.”
“Good.” You sat up to straddle him, bending over to shower his face with kisses.
Newt put his hands up in surrender. “There is a child on the same bed we are performing our affections on.”
You gave him one last peck – which you felt him smile into – and plopped right back next to him.
“Go rest beside her,” he said, standing up. “I’ll go talk to Alby for a minute.”
As much as you wanted to continue “performing your affections”, you never got to stay awake long enough to see Newt come back, but you did wake up to him stroking your hair with his cool fingers and kissing your lips, nose, and forehead every now and then.
That is how your lanky, blonde, thick-accented boyfriend got around to taking care of you all-too-willingly, but really – it’s just another fruit of his unfathomable love for you and your growing Hope.
Thorin was nearly asleep when he sensed movement next to him. Glancing over for only a moment, he watched as Y/N climbed to her feet and looked around. Before her eyes found him, he closed his own and pretended to be unconscious as she lifted her bag from the barn floor and crept out through the door. He waited a minute before opening his eyes once more but clasped them shut swiftly as he saw his nephew following the same path as the girl before him.
Once Fili had passed through the door himself, Thorin allowed himself another look around the snoring barn. He stared at the exit as his brow furrowed and he wondered why the two had crept out so silently. It was as if they had planned it, though Y/N’s tossing and turning had more suggested she had been restless rather than awaiting some secret rendezvous. Besides, he knew his nephew well and he knew he was not the type to hide. Why would he keep such a secret from Thorin anyhow?
Summary: The reader spends less time in the cell and more with Negan, much to her relief and irritation.
Characters: Negan x Reader, Daryl (mentioned), Dwight, Simon, Sherry
Warnings: Angst, near smut, threatening, kinda cheating, reader masturbation, language
“We’re on Easy Street…”
You bashed the back of your head on the wall, knowing Daryl was doing something similar next door. You’d been in the cell for… Well, you had no idea. It could have been a few days, it could have been a few weeks. You felt sick with the disgusting sandwiches Dwight brought to you and the worst of all; All of your clothes were taken from you. You had your arms wrapped around your bare chest tightly, especially when Dwight cam waltzing in like he owned the place.
She arrived from harvesting the garden to a strange sound that confused her at first. Mikasa stepped through the hallways of her’s and Levi’s small home with a curious expression.
“Levi?” she called, leaving the basket of fresh tomatoes and zucchini on the kitchen counter. The scent of aging lilacs filled her nose for a moment and she took a second to admire the dried flower arrangement that Eren and Armin got her for her birthday.
“In the bedroom,” she heard her husband’s voice call and the sound reached her ears again. Mikasa’s eyebrows shot up, not entirely certain how to register the noise as she washed her hands in a basin and headed in the direction of their bedroom.
The door was ajar, just big enough for her to peer inside and see the sight that had her heart swell and throb with a warmth that flushed into her blood and made her smile wide. Levi was on his knees by the bed, pressing his mouth to their six-month old baby girl’s belly and blowing air until it escaped from her lips in a loud and amusing sound.
Their baby, Izumi, squealed and squirmed, wriggling and making sharp gurgling noises that registered in the most beautiful way for her mother.
“Is she…laughing?” Mikasa asked through her fingers, her hand having reached her lips to press against a grin and a giggle.
Levi pulled away to smile at her and wink before leaning back down and blowing on their baby’s smooth stomach. Izumi wheezed and huffed an adorable laugh, tiny little fingers catching on her father’s hair and pulling until Levi winced. He pulled away and chuckled, deep and throaty.
“Alright, time to put on the diaper,” he said.
“No, no, keep going.” He glanced up to seeing Mikasa approach the bed and smiling down at their baby when the infant’s eyes lit up. Izumi began to babble, wiggling happily on the bed and grinning toothlessly. Levi grinned again and ducked down, making fun noises that only made Izumi kick and wiggle as her father pressed his mouth to her ribs and blew again. Izumi wheezed and huffed and squealed until Mikasa was falling to the side of the bed, laughing along with her daughter.
Levi nipped and nibbled at the baby’s sides, making Izumi squirm and scratch tiny fingernails on his cheek.
“Ow, ow, ow,” He said as he pulled away and smiled down at his daughter. “Okay, I think we’re done.”
“Was that the first time she’s done that?” Mikasa asked, remnants of laughter seeping into her words as she tenderly brushed Izumi’s black tuffs of hair from her forehead.
“Yeah,” Levi said, leaning over to press a kiss to Mikasa’s cheek. “I wanted to grab you, but I didn’t think she’d keep doing it if I distracted her. Besides, you came in as soon as it was getting good.”
“Oh, I wish Eren were here to have seen it.” Mikasa hummed, leaning down to kiss a trail on Izumi’s smooth skin. The baby made a little squeak and grabbed a lock of hair, Mikasa laughed and nibbled around Izumi’s chubby thighs and finished tying on her cloth diaper.
“Looks like she’s got a rash,” Mikasa said, pointing to an area on Izumi’s leg. the skin was mottled with a pink patch and red little peppered dots of flesh. “Has she been scratching at it?”
“Nah, I figured it may have been from when we took her outside to look at the bees.” Levi said, and stood back up when Mikasa rose and lifted their child to her arms and cradled her under her chin.
“I got some tomatoes and cucumbers from the garden,” Mikasa said leaning to kiss Levi on the lips. He returned it with an appreciative hum.
“A salad sounds delicious. I’ll go make lunch.” he said and reached down to give her bum a squeeze. Mikasa gave a small jump and just like that Izumi gave another wheeze and laugh, her little head lolling back as a hearty laugh escaped from her little mouth. Levi did it again and again Mikasa gave a little jump. Izumi responded in kind.
“Well, this makes it fun for both of us,” Levi said with another chuckle and Mikasa sighed.
“Go make lunch,” she laughed and reached over to pinch his rear this time. Levi shot her a grin before walking out of their room. “Did you have fun with papa?” Mikasa cooed to her baby. “Yeah? Yeah? I know, I love papa too. Very much.”
My body went tense and I pulled the sheets up over myself before realizing that this was not the appropriate reaction, and I allowed myself to relax.
Tamlin sat in a chair, elbows resting on his powerful thighs. A couple locks of blond hair hung around the sides of his face. His emerald eyes were glinting, something hard and unnameable in them as he watched me, a frown on his face.
I know there is some superb fanfiction flying
around today, but I’ll leave this here just in case, you know…If you missed it,
this fanfic was born from a great prompt, and you can find Part One here.
As always, much love to everyone who supported
the beginning of this new adventure. See you on the other side! <3
My Brother’s Lass (Part Two) - Homecoming
I arrived at Lallybroch in the middle of the
afternoon, after a long journey jostling in the saddle. I was expecting the
usual frenzy that surrounded the house in the harvest season, but instead was
received by the lonely barks and howls of our dog, the wee creature
demonstrating its excitement to see me after a long separation. There wasn’t a
living soul within sight and after seeing to my horse in the stables, I made my
way to the kitchen, where the heart of our house always pulsed with warmth.
That is the first image I have of her.
She had her back turned to me, so what I
noticed first was her curly brown hair carelessly pinned up and the soft white
skin of the back of her neck. She was receiving the stream of light from the
window and her hair glowed in limitless shades of brown, more than I could ever
imagined existed. She was bent over the big table, plucking leafs from a
basket. I wondered if she was a new maid and cleared my throat to gather her
When she turned to search for the source of the
sudden disturbance I think I forgot my own name for an instant. I had no sense
of self; I was propelled out of the boundaries of my own existence and cast to
a whirl where those amber eyes were the centre, the only immediate thing. I
might have gasped. It was an eternity where I struggled to absorb every detail
of that face and body – the shape of her lips, the way a curl fell over her
delicate forehead, the hands with long fingers – and yet I knew it couldn’t
have lasted more than a second.
“Who the hell are you?” She demanded, her hand searching for the handle of a pan
placed near her elbow.
I tried to compose myself – did I still know
how to talk? It seemed like such an effort, an expense of vital energy I could
not endure when all my being was focused in being attracted to her.
“I was about to ask ye the same question,
lass.” I said, pleasantly surprised that my voice sounded so firm and composed.
“Ye are in my house, ye see.”
“Your house?” She frowned.
“Aye. I’m Jamie Fraser.” I made an attempt on a
reassuring smile. “Are ye about to throw that pan over my head, then?”
“Oh.” She seemed to realize she was still
holding it like a weapon. “Oh! Jamie!” The woman seemed to remember something
and her lips parted in a cheerful smile. “I should have known. You have quite
the resemblance with Willie.”
Something inside me growled, bothered beyond
reason. I didn’t want her to know me through my brother – I wanted her to see me, to be the only man she would
remember. The only name that sweet voice would say, moan and sob. I repressed
the sudden – and very vivid – images my fertile imagination, made even more fertile
after a year watching all kinds of debauchery in Paris, had managed to conjure,
feeling slightly ashamed and utterly alarmed.
“So people tell me.” I replied with a grimace.
“Where is everyone?”
“Well Jenny and Mister Fraser went to visit some
tenants - something about a dispute with a goat and a coat. Mrs. Crook was
taken ill, I’m afraid, nothing too serious but she needs her rest. Willie is
out seeing to the mill – it stopped working again. They weren’t expecting you
until later this week, I believe.”
“I see.” I replied, watching as she washed her
hands in the basin and cleaned them on her apron. It was an old and shabby
thing – used to be white but had turned almost grey with the use and some
stains were permanent, no matter the vigour placed in the washing. I had a
sudden echo, a distant memory of warm and loving hands cradling me, a sweet broad
smile, a reassuring perfume of fresh bannocks and wild flowers. It had belonged
to my mother; her favourite apron, put aside after her death because it was too
big to fit Jenny. And now this strange woman, who had ignited an unseeable fire
within me, was wearing it – and it seemed only right.
“I was eager to come home and found a ship
which left Le Havre sooner. The
weather was pleasant for sailing and we made a good time crossing. Just enough
for me to actually survive it.”
“Prone to seasickness, are you?” She gave me a
knowing look and smiled, amused. “Better now?”
“Much.” I replied, a foolish grin stubbornly
blossoming on my lips. “I’m sorry I frightened ye before, lass. What’s yer
“Claire Beauchamp.” She answered. “But Claire
is just fine.”
“Claire.” I repeated, savouring her name in my
tongue like a rare delicacy. “What are ye doing?”
“Oh, just making some useful syrups. I have a
hand with herbs and there’s an epidemic of…hmm…loosened bowels…going around
this area. Careful!” She warned me; but it was too late. While she talked I had
touched a pot to inspect its contents and my left hand was now throbbing with
pain from a burn on the palm’s sensitive skin.
“Let me see it.” Claire demanded and she did it
with such calm authority that I automatically offered her my pulsing hand.
Her fingers delicately touched mine – and it
was like being burned by a second time, but this time from a fire that I canna see,
that seared me much deeper than mere skin. She looked right into my eyes,
trying to calm me and access the damage, and I lost myself in golden bliss.
“Hold your hand still.” She requested, and I
did so slightly hissing through my teeth to dissipate some of the discomfort.
Claire poured some clean water from a basin into my hand, murmuring meaningless
things in a soothing tone – and soothed I was by her. She then went into the cool
pantry and came back holding a small bottle, which she placed near my damaged
apply some of this ointment, it will help you heal faster and numb the pain.”
She gave me a concerned look. “You can curse if you want to, you know. I
wouldn’t be too scandalized.”
“Ach.” I grunted. “I’ve had worse and was
tended by hands less merciful than yers, lass.”
“I’ll take it as a compliment.” She replied
with a cheerful wink. “I’ll have to bandage this, though – you can’t move it
much the next few days.”
As she spread the fresh ointment on my hand,
the skin already alarmingly red and blistered, I was thoroughly distracted by
the privileged view of the curve of her breasts and the smell of her skin. She
had the fragrance of crushed grass and clear skies after rain about her, and
the underlying muskiness of the exertions of a woman – she smelt of Scotland;
she smelt of home.
“I thank ye, Claire.” I said shyly as she began
to fold the bandage. “Ye really ken what ye’re doing, aye?”
“Jamie!” A male voice cheered from the door. I
turned my head to see my brother, William, storming the kitchen. His red hair
was dishevelled and he was only on his shirt sleeves. “What happened, a balaich?”
I got up and hugged him, as he patted my back.
I had truly missed him.
“Just some clumsy nonsense. Claire here was
just finishing fixing me.”
“Ah.” Willie gave Claire a smile full of teeth.
“I see ye’ve met my daft brother, Claire. I’m sorry I wasna here to introduce
“We got acquainted fast enough.” I said, my
eyes still fixed on the way Claire was moving, the outline of her waist and the
arch of her back, as she cleaned the disorder created by my injury.
“Claire is the healer I wrote ye about. Ye ken,
on my last letter.” Willie threw me a meaningful look.
No. It canna be.
“Is she then?” I said in a weak voice that
could be mistaken by disarming pain.
But the smile born on his lips, and the glint
in eyes looking in Claire’s direction, made my insides churn. This remarkable
woman, whom I had been coveting from the first moment I laid eyes on, was loved
by my own brother.
A Dhia. Please.
Maybe we really
were as akin as people thought.
The reunion with my family was supposed to be a
joyful occasion, a celebration of homecoming. Instead, supper that night was
for me some kind of personal Hell.
I was sat across the table from Willie, Claire
placed by his side. I resentfully chewed my chicken while passionately tried to
evaluate the progression of their relationship. They were good friends, to say
the least – they talked a lot and Willie was good at making Claire laugh, a
crystalline and pure sound that made my bones rattle. He told her stories of
his day, including the adventurous repairment of the mill, and she reciprocated
I watched as he fleetingly touched her hand on
the table, asking her to pass the salt – she didn’t flinch away from it, but
didn’t seek to prolong his touch either. I found a dark satisfaction in that
conclusion, one that brought both relief and pain to my heart.
I felt like the traitor Judas – no, worse than
Judas. He betrayed Jesus out of lack of faith, a Messiah that was false to him,
whom he had no love for. In my heart I was betraying my beloved brother, my own
flesh and blood, and the sacred ties of family that I always assumed were unbreakable.
But I wanted her. I craved madly to touch the
curve of her neck and feel the goosebumps on her skin; kiss the corner of those
full lips parted to receive me; and tell her all the foolish things only love
gives meaning to. I fantasized about claiming her on top of that same table,
under the cover of forgiving shadows, quieting her moans with ardent kisses. My
cock throbbed and my mind was split in two, like a ripe peach almost about to rotten.
Claire was giggling again from something Willie
had just whispered to her. I stabbed my meat with the wrath of Vengeance, for a
moment wishing I could do the same to the hand that touched Claire’s back, and
hurting my own burnt extremity in the violent process.
Eventually Jenny, Willie and Claire excused
themselves from the table to go out for a walk – there was still daylight and
the air was uncomfortably sultry inside the house. I declined to accompany
them, claiming to be too tired and saddle sore, in deep need of sleep. For what
I had gathered Claire was a guest living in our house, her room just two doors
from my own; in all truth I foresaw many sleepless nights ahead of me.
When we were finally alone, Da looked at me and
his grave eyes seemed all knowing. I feared he could see right through me, as he
always did when I was up to mischief as a bairn – and this time could witness
the depth of my pain and deception.
“Have a wee dram lad.” He poured me a glass of
strong whiskey filled to the brim, and squeezed my healthy hand. “I think ye need it, Seamus Mac.”
You stared unblinkingly at the text on the creased page.
Well, that was fun wasn’t it? And now you’re back in your own time, left with that sick pit in your stomach and that nagging question ringing so loudly in your little skull that it’s threatening to deafen out all other thought: why?
What was it all for? I sent you to see the future that will arrive if you do not stop meddling in things much bigger than you, Y/N. And now you know where it leads: to the death of you and every one you profess to care about. And poor Dean and Castiel, the only ones who managed to live long enough to see what becomes of the world you all try so desperately to save, and having to suffer through the years, each of them growing bitter and unhappy in their own way, only to be blown away by Satan himself.
The choices you make now will determine what comes to pass. I have warned you. Continue to meddle and Lucifer will still strike out. And still continue to meddle even after that? And everyone will meet those tragic ends.
Leave heaven and hell to sort things out. Let the big dogs play, Y/N, and you might live to see the other side.
You stared down at the note in your hands until your eyes unfocused and all that remained of the crisp and clear letters were dark blurs in your vision against the sandy background of the page. So he had sent you there just to get you to back off, to show the consequences of your actions, and just to torture you.
You felt like a tight band had suddenly been stretched around your torso and you shivered for no apparent reason as you stood alone in the garage. What the hell were you supposed to do?
Summary: Steve looses his powers but is too afraid to tell you.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word count: 3674
You woke up to an empty bed as rays of sunshine danced on your face. Your nose scrunched up and your eyes blinked open. Since you were a little sensitive to the light after just leaving the darkness behind, you automatically rolled away from the sun. Without hitting the body that should have been there.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before slowly sitting up, rubbing at your eyes that were still filled with sleep. Your gaze shifted to the empty space next to you. Trying to find a logical explanation, you glanced at the clock on the bedside table. After checking the time and realizing that it was still early, you looked around the room to find your boyfriend. The search was unsuccessful.
“Steve?” you tried calling his name in hopes of him replying. “Steve, where are you?”