this may be a dumb question but how did nightwing became to be?
It’s not dumb at all, hon. It’s always my pleasure to talk about Nightwing and his adventures!
Dick Grayson’s journey from Robin to Nightwing is all about growing up. Originally Dick wanted to step out of Bruce’s shadow, but there are other origin stories such as Nightwing: Year One in which Bruce fired him because of his involvement with the Titans outside Gotham or fear for Dick’s life after he got shot by the Joker.
Anyways, Dick left the Wayne manor and tried to figure out what kind of hero he wanted to be now that he was on his own. So he decided to visit Superman for some advice. You know Dick is Superman’s biggest fan after all!
Superman told him the story of the ancient Kryptonian hero named Nightwing. Dick became fascinated by the legend of the man who wanted to prove his worth by saving other people and realized Nightwing was the one who inspired Clark Kent to become Superman. So Dick took that name and designed a costume inspired by his parent’s stage suits and started his career as Nightwing.
There is a woman pretending to be Sherlock’s sister,
but how can he forget a sibling?
We don’t know, if there is a real sister of Sherlock and
Mycroft, the explanation in TFP is not satisfying. If Mycroft was able to
re-write Sherlock’s memories, what else did he manipulate? This would also
imply, that he has more power over Sherlock, as we want to imagine.
Sherlock knows her as a blond women, that came
to his flat a few weeks ago, pretending to be ‘Faith Smith’ and
when he ‘picked up’ John at his
therapist (without recognizing that it was the same person) – as EURUS she
looks again different, acts different.
Is EURUS real and a missing Holms sibling or maybe one
of Moriarty’s or Mycroft’s agents or even sent from Sherrinford, the real
We have seen her in 3 disguises before (Faith Smith,
‘E’xx the woman in the Bus, John’s new therapist) so we don’t know, how she
really looks like.
As John points out in therapy, that she barely news
Sherlock, she explains ‘Oh no, we met before, we spent a whole
night together, it was lovely, we had chips…!
John’s jealous look – let me instantly think about
Moriarty’s plan to ‘burn out Sherlock’s
During her introduction to John, EURUS locks the door
to the garden to ensure, that he can’t escape, but what is her motive to hurt
or kill John?
‘Culverton gave me Faith original note, a mutual friend put us in touch…”
(Who was this mutual friend – was it MORIARTY???) Consulting criminal - it ishis style
to use others to separate John and Sherlock, like he used Irene Adler before.
At the same time, we get a proper connection to Moriarty, when Sherlock finds the ‘big one’,
the real message that links to Moriarty, hidden on Faith original note!
What do we expect Sherlock to do, when he realizes,
that Moriarty is behind it? – He knows that John is in danger and that he needs
to protect John.
John is the only person, that knows the name ‘EURUS’ and about her disguises. Sherlock
is still finding out about it, when he finds the hidden note.
We know, that she has a real gun – no tranquilizer – and that she really shoots at John.
If we look at the position she is holding the gun, I
assume that she hits John somewhere in the shoulder or chest, so he might be
heavily injured. (Please not one of his beautiful eyes…!!!)
We hear the shot and see the move of the firing pin,
see gun smoke, so the creators want to make sure that we believe that it was a
I’m convinced that Sherlock found John badly injured,
after he got shot. John needs to tell Sherlock before he is fainting, that it
was Sherlock’s sister ‘EURUS’ who shot him and about her disguise, because John
is the only person, that knows her name at the end of TLD.
John getting shot and survives is cannon in ‘The
adventure of the three Garridebs’ Sherlock is
panicking and takes care of him ‘It was worth a wound, it was worth many
wounds, to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold
mask.“This is whatJohn
writes in ‘The Strand’ after he got shot in the leg in the original ACD story.
I don’t think that the writers will miss the opportunity to show us
Sherlock suffering about John’s life!!!
Sherlock needs to find a way to save John, therefore he
uses his mind palace, to find the answer. (I already did a post about that, TFP –
is Mind Palace, Sherlock’s coming out’.)
TFP is completely mind palace. Sherlock uses EURUS as his
mirror, putting him to all the tests, He needs to find out more about himself
and to confront himself with all necessary questions. Look at her, she is the female Sherlock!
She has the same brown curled hair, blue eyes and is
Villains are always introduced from there
backside in Sherlock, like EURUS in her cell.
So just start to think about EURUS as a tool Sherlock
needs to discover his own being in his mind palace, she represents his cold,
calculating, reflected and violent side.
Just listen to the taped EURUS information’s: ‘Why am I here? No one ever tells me. Am I
‘There is no
such thing as bad. Good and bad are
fairy tales (? It always comes back to this when Moriarty is involved!) we have evolved, we touch emotional significance
of which it is nothing more than a survival strategy of the pack animal. We
have the condition to invest stability and utility (‘utility was used by
Mycroft in HLV to describe Sherlock). Good
isn’t really good, evil isn’t really wrong, blossoms aren’t really pretty - you
are a prisoner of your own meat!’ - ‘Why aren’t you?’
– ‘I’m too clever’ that is definitely Sherlock speaking of himself – pure
Remember: ‘Sentiment is a chemical defect, found on
the losing side’ – Sherlock to Irene.
This is Sherlock’s moral code, how he had always seen
the world, that he is too clever to be a prisoner of his own meat (heart). 100% brain without a heart, he
is too clever to allow that emotions cloud his judgement- it is pure
self-control and his protection.
We can see him struggle with himself about this many
times, e.g. at the fire place in the THoB ‘I need to distract myself from feelings..
it is the fly in the ointment. the crack in the lens.’ In the green
house scene in TAB, he repeats that, etc.
Now he has his doubts, if this is the right strategy
for live and for a good reason: He is in
love with John and does not know how to express emotions, because he has
never allowed himself to live through them before. So he needs to understand,
needs to learn quickly.
So how can Sherlock who repressed his feelings his entire
life learn to open up to John to let him see his warm heart behind his cold
‘I am trying to
help you. Helping someone is the best way you can help yourself.’ - EURUS
in the taped information.
Sherlock solves cases - helping others is his strategy
to help himself not to use drugs to cope with his isolation. But he hardly can
accept to be surrounded by people, because he does not understand their
feelings and is always insecure when they mention his lack of emotions. So he
separated himself from his family, does not allow himself to have friends and
is arrogant to all people around him to keep the distance, but this was going
to change since John is in his life, he changed him, made it possible to open
up a little bit.
Mycroft is the only family member that has regular
contact with him. But Sherlock does not like his attention and surveillance,
feels always in competition with his older brother. Mycroft pretended to worry
about him constantly, but is cold, not a really loving brother figure. He
monitors his mental state and Sherlock is somehow aware of that. He taught
him this moral code once to protect Sherlock, but also protect his political
career. Therefore he is reassuring, that Sherlock is observed, all the time.
But why? What is his motive? Maybe
that Mycroft was remarkable, but if EURUS = Sherlock, he is incandescent, an era defining genius beyond
Newton (?!?), clinically unique, was able to manipulate people since
(S)he was 5 and is an adult now, so has now reached perfection in this.
Is Mycroft jealous or afraid? Is this the reason he
needs to control his younger brother?
John is different, he is the only person that accepts Sherlock for who he
is, who knows him for real, who completely cares. This is why Sherlock deeply cares about him - why he
fell in love with him. John is selfless, does not judge, helps Sherlock to
understand others around him and gives friendly advice when he was rude to
someone without knowing. He saves him whenever necessary in every possible way,
does not need to compete with him, kills a bad guy to protect him and is
offering to die for Sherlock to protect him. John became Sherlock’s world, his
new home – This for me represents pure love… (Without any sexual intention for now, only the
longing, the fantasizing …)
So here we are again. Sherlock is at the fork of his
path, he needs to find out, whom to follow in future, Mycroft (brain,
calculating machine) or John (heart).
Stepping closer to the glass, EURUS tells him, that
after REDBEARD (s)he could no longer feel the difference between laughing and
crying. – So what happened, that was so life changing? – It must have been a
real trauma, that changes a little kid like that…
Sherlock askes EURUS ‘Tell me what I don’t know.’ -
‘Touch the glass’
‘You are not
used to being unsure… look at you, the
man who sees trough everything is exactly the man that doesn’t notice, when
there is nothing to see trough.’
There is no glass, there are no 2 different people… it is just Sherlock, he is in his mind prison, unable to escape. As the
hands of Sherlock and EURUS touch, you can see, that he realizes that he is not
confronted with his sister - he is confronted with himself.
EURUS is another part of his subconscious mind that
knows everything, the hard drive is big enough to remember it all. It hits
him and he is afraid because his subconscious mind is violent and attacks him,
knocks him out – ‘Stop me killing him’.
EURUS = little girl on the plain = SHERLOCK
(Did some other posts on TFP before if you are interested, e.g. the little
girl on the plain…)
Some things support this theory, e.g. there is no
photo showing little EURUS in his mind palest after he is informed that she
existed, no sign of her in Mycroft’s family movie…) She is not real!!! (Everything
else is transport…)
When Sherlock got knocked down by EURUS, in parallel
the complete prison is under alert (so clearly mind palace) – and the devil,
the virus in the data (Moriarty) resurface, but most of the time as an image.
Sherlock was always afraid of Moriarty, that’s why he did not allow
himself to have feelings for John. When dream John realizes the
voice, he is knocked out, too in parallel.
It’s gone… it’s really gone… My teeth chattered as I bobbed in the water, feet pedalling as I desperately tried to keep my head above the lapping waves. The life belt cinched my waist, my arms afloat, but I was still treading water. The darkness was almost complete, save for the glimmer of faint arctic stars.
My hand was suddenly caught in a vise-like grip, and I turned to find myself facing Jamie, cutting through the frigid sea like a fish.
“Swim, Claire, I need ye to swim!” His voice, hoarse from the cold, was urgent in its appeal and shook me out of my stupor. His hands were on my back and I began to kick, arms pushing, not knowing where we were going, but certain that I’d be with Jamie.
Once we started moving, I began to notice all the other survivors. Bodies were everywhere, many attempting to stay afloat, others very still in the freezing waters. I focused on swimming, grateful for the lessons Uncle Lamb had insisted on. Grateful that he wanted me to have an education. Grateful that upon his passing, the inheritance I received from him enabled me to buy a ticket on a ship. Grateful that the ship had been the Titanic. Grateful that it had brought me to Jamie.
“Sassenach!” I turned and saw him clambering on a piece of wood paneling, adrift in the water. It was a large chunk from the wall of the dining room, I realized, having seen it every day for meals aboard the ship. I paddled towards it, and felt Jamie’s strong grip on my arms as I pulled myself onto the wood.
We collapsed next to each other, holding on for warmth and comfort. My teeth continued to rattle like dice in a cup and I shook all over. Jamie was much the same, his blue eyes dark in the night.
“J-J-Jamie,” I stammered, “the lifeboats. They have to come back!” The voices of the people in the water were frightful, calling for help, loved ones, salvation. The din was eerie in the North Atlantic dark.
“I’m not sure they will, Sassenach.” His tone was grim. “They pulled awa’ from the suction, but they may be too afraid tae come back. They’d be afeard of being swamped by the rest.” His hands chafed at my arms, trying futilely to warm them.
“Who will come, then?”
“I do not know, but until someone does, I’m here with you, Claire. You must believe that.” Jamie’s cold lips brushed mine.
“You jump, I jump, remember?” I smiled at the memory. Taking advantage of the ship’s speed, I had stepped onto the railing and loosened my hair, the curly mass blowing behind me. It had felt like flying, until the red-headed Scot had seen me and erroneously assumed I was trying to jump off the ship.
“Nae, miss! Don’t do it!” He had grabbed me by the waist and yanked back, both of us collapsing onto the deck.
“What are you doing, you great oaf!” I had yelled, slapping his hands away. They withdrew as though burned, and I was suddenly eye to eye with the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
“Nothing’s so bad that can’t be fixed, miss, I swear to ye. Life’s too great a gift to throw away.” His face was earnest, concerned.
“I agree,” I replied huffily, rising and brushing off the salt spray from my skirt. “I wasn’t going to jump, I was enjoying a moment!” I turned to walk away, but not before he clasped my hand and I whirled around. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently - bright red curls brushed against my skin.
“You jump, I jump.” He had attempted a wink but both eyes closed, making him look like an owl. “I’m Jamie, by the way.”
“Claire Beauchamp.” I smiled, and fell for him all at once.
You had been awake for an hour now. The pain medicine was working rather well and kept you comfortable. It would only be a matter of time before a wave of pain would rush over you. Regardless of the state you were in, you didn’t regret taking that bullet for Reid.
There was still a serial killer to catch, so your team had to go. You grabbed Spencer’s arm before he could get up from the chair that was next to your bed. “Please don’t go,” you requested.
Reid looked over at Hotch who nodded back at him. Reid settled back into the chair as Hotch closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Reid looked over at you.
“You never had to take that bullet for me [Y/N],” Spencer mumbled. “I should’ve been the one with a bullet in their shoulder.”
“I couldn’t let you get hurt,” you said in a hushed voice. “Maybe it was stupid, but my ignorance saved your life.”
“It could have costed you, yours,” Reid noted. “As much as I appreciate you saving my life, I don’t want you to risk yours.”
“I’m gonna be okay Spencer.” You let out a soft sigh, resting your hand over his. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad,” Reid assured you.
When Reid finally smiled at you, you felt more at ease. You only meant to keep Reid from getting shot. It turned out that the unsub was a better shot than you originally thought.
Thiam Movie AU Fest Day 6: Book to Film/Show Adaptation (Song) A/N - This one is a little different, it is based on a pre-existing medium which is the gunfighter ballad, Ringo by Lorne Greene. I’ve included the lyrics and the video because I feel like the song would make such an amazing yet bittersweet Thiam fic. Plus I’m sure there’s no one who’d say no to a good ol’ western.
“They say that was the only time That anyone had seen him smile He slowly lowered his gun and then He said to me “We’re even, friend” And so at last I understood That there was still a spark of good in Ringo.”
Lincoln invented a device to free steamboats that ran aground.
He practiced law without a degree.
He practiced law without a degree.
He was a big animal lover.
He didn’t drink, smoke, or chewed tobacco and he never drank in the White House.
He hated being called Abe. Apparently, he preferred being called by his last name.
Lincoln established Thanksgiving as a national holiday.
He was the first president born outside of the 13 original states.
Lincoln’s cat Tabby ate at the White House dinner table.
Lincoln was the first president to use the telegraph.
Lincoln’s shoe size was between 12 and 14. But does foot size really matter- yes.
Lincoln was shot on Good Friday.
Lincoln was photographed with John Wilkes Booth at his second inauguration.
Booth’s brother saved the life of Lincoln’s son on a New Jersey train platform.
Someone shot at Lincoln in 1864 and put a hole in his stovepipe hat.
Lincoln battled depression for much of his life.
He was set to take part in a duel, but it was cancelled at the last second.
Lincoln kept his important documents inside his hat.
Lincoln’s guest at Ford’s Theater was Ulysses S. Grant, who cancelled at the last second.
Lincoln’s assassination took place in a plot to also kill the vice president and the speaker of the house. The speaker of the house was stabbed multiple times but survived and the person mean’t to kill the vice president chickened out in the last moment.
He was the tallest president, he was 6′4
Of Lincoln’s four children, two died before he did, one died six year after his passed and only one lived past to adulthood.
im so so fucked up thinking about luke skywalker right now like he had so much responsibility thrust on him so young and his whole life he never got any sort of reward or stable contentment, everything he did he did out of pure goodness and wanting to do what was right and help people and he never GOT anything out of it… darth vader dies even though he tries to save him, han and leia fall in love in front of him and in like the FINAL SHOTS of the original series you see him standing alone, he tries to rebuild the jedi only to have it torn apart by his own flesh and blood, his failure, his fault, and spends like twenty fucking years on an island by himself in total penance and regret when ALL HE WANTED WAS TO DO GOOD….. fuck you star wars
Rating: M Word Count: 2144 Warnings: gun kink, palming, deep throating Pairings: Jason/Damian, lightly implied Bruce/Jason, heavily implied Dick/Damian
Summary: While saving the part-time dynamic duo’s sorry asses, Jason witnesses something that leaves him with the worst case of a permanent hard on he’s ever experienced.
What The Hell Did They Teach You In Assassin School?!
Everything about this situation was borderline pathetic. The building had more escape routes than a block of Swiss cheese, enough dark corners for the entire Justice League to make a surprise attack, and enough terrain obstacles for one impressive game of paintball. There was absolutely no reason a situation like this should have ever risen in the first place, even in any of the thousands of scenarios Bruce was known to force his boys to train for.
Which just went to show how much of a bitch Fate could be when rolling her dice.
There were fifteen villains. Six on Dick and nine on the demon child.
Apparently, the bad guys were finally learning that Robin could be more of a threat than Batman himself – especially this Robin. Then again, maybe the fact that Dick was locked in a cage, and damn, the teasing Jason planned on giving him for that one, had the baddies at ease.
There was really no challenge in jumping in and saving them. Hell, Jason had been in worse fights in shopping markets the night before Thanksgiving. So rather than just jumping in and saving them at all, he sat back in his nice little shadowy corner and deiced to watch the show for a bit.
Robin was being questioned. Jason had no idea why. It wasn’t like the dynamic duo held any extra information that would be of use to this particular gang. Unless maybe they had been caught in the act of sabotage and were now expected to spill the beans on what they had done to fuck up the gang’s plans for the night.
Damian looked positively murderous with the way one of the guns kept insistently nudging him in the back of the head every time an answer was expected of him. He finally snapped out some derogatory comment that had Batman laughing – Jesus, Dick. Batman doesn’t laugh! At least, not like that! – and wow, was that a bad idea.
For @atraxi0703 and @imaginationisagift who asked for a sneak peek of this story during sneak peek night, I was going to make this a one shot but planning it out I realized it would be a very long one shot so I’ve decided to turn this into either 2 or 3 chapters.
Bonnie Bennett is tired of vampires ruining her life and her having to save everyone. She also can’t believe her friend Caroline is dating Klaus Mikaelson the original hybrid. She looks in her grimoire and finds a spell that will send someone to another dimension she wants to send Klaus and free everyone. Bonnie chants in Latin and casts the spell or so she thought.
Mikaelson mansion 2:30am Klaus bedroom:
Klaus rolls over in his bed and puts his arm over his girlfriends waist to pull her in to his chest when he feels nothing. This alarms him he awakes up and in the dark he can make out a small figure in his bed where his beautiful girlfriend Caroline is supposed to be he turns on the light on his night stand and looks over and sees a five year old with blonde hair in his bed in Caroline’s pajamas. He does the only think his sleep addled brain can think he goes to see his older brother Elijah.
Elijah’s bedroom 2:30am:
Elijah wakes up and is thirsty. He feels his girlfriend Katerina has fallen asleep on his chest he goes to move her and can sense that she feels lighter. Her turns on the light and instead of his five hundred year old girlfriend there is a small five year old with brown curly hair in Katherine’s clothes. He doesn’t know what to do but he leaves to go see if his brother Niklaus has any answers.
Klaus is walking down the hallway when he sees Elijah “ We have a problem.”
“ Caroline is five too.”
Klaus doesn’t know what is happening last night he went to bed and Caroline was 19. “ You mean Katerina is also five.”
Elijah nods and both Elijah and Klaus have the same thought in there head “ Rebekah.”
They both go to their little sisters room and peak inside and there is a five year old Rebekah curled up asleep next to her boyfriend Stefan Salvatore. Klaus shuts the door quietly and turns around to his big brother “ What is going on?”
“ I do not know this could be one of our enemy’s using our weaknesses against us but that doesn’t explain why Rebekah is five if they wanted to use our significant others they would of turned Stefan not Rebekah.”
Klaus loves Caroline and he finally has everything he has ever wanted his family together and happy, and Caroline. “ I am going to kill that witch.”
Elijah puts his hand on his brothers shoulder to stop him from storming out of the house and going on a witch hunt. “ Niklaus it’s the middle of the night go back to bed and we will figure this out in the morning there is nothing we can do right now plus this could be any witch you can’t go sloughing every witch you see.”
Klaus and Elijah go back to their bedrooms and get in bed and both Caroline and Katherine snuggle in to their sides they both kiss their five year old girlfriends head and fall back asleep.
Klaus bedroom later that morning:
Caroline wakes up and looks over at the sleeping man next to her. Caroline knows her name and knows she loves this man she knows his name is Nik. She pokes him in the side “ Nik get up.”
“ My love go back to bed its early.”
Since Caroline decided to be with him and moved in with him he loves just laying in bed with her and doesn’t like leaving the bed in the morning until at least 10. Caroline looks over at the clock and is having trouble reading the clock.She starts crying.
Klaus opens his eyes he hates to see Caroline sad and he especially hates to see her cry. He sits up and pulls her into his lap and rubs her back he realizes that he wasn’t dreaming last night that his girlfriend is actually five years old “ It’s ok sweetheart how about we go down stairs and I will make you breakfast.”
Caroline looks up and Klaus wipes her tears “ Can I pancakes?”
“ Of course my love.”
Caroline stands up on the bed the pajamas she was wearing a tank top and shorts are falling down and Caroline is trying to keep on. Klaus looks over at her and goes to his closet and gets out one of his Henley’s and goes over to Caroline and puts it on her the other clothes she had on are now at the bottom of his bed. He picks her up and Caroline snuggles in to his arms.
Six months ago when Caroline had convinced Klaus to give Katherine her freedom. She moved in to the mansion two days later to be with him. He has become a little more relaxed and he has even been sleeping in a little.
He turns over to her side of the bed and realizes that what happened last night was not a dream there is a five year old Katerina in his bed. He knows Katherine doesn’t like to be woken up but he has to figure out what is going. “ Katerina time to wake up.”
Katherine is snuggled into the blankets “ It’s early lijah.”
Elijah smiles she still remembers him. “ Katerina I will make you breakfast and then we can spend the day together.”
Katherine loves Elijah opens her eyes. She moves over to Elijah and stands up and her pajamas a silk nightgown falls off her. Elijah goes over to his closet and gets one of his dress shirts and puts Katherine in it and picks her up. Katherine snuggles in to his arms and closes her eyes and Elijah carries her to the kitchen.
Elijah walks in with Katherine to see Klaus making pancakes and Caroline is wearing one of his Henley’s and trying to help. He sits down at the table with Katherine. “ Good morning Niklaus, Caroline.”
Klaus looks up from pouring batter “ Morning Elijah I see Katerina is asleep giving us a break from her voice.”
Elijah glances down and sees that Katherine has fallen back to sleep in his arms. Klaus turns to Caroline and tells her to put some plates on the table and some syrup.
Stefan wakes up and it still amazes him the year he has had. Elena broke up with him and choose Damon, he reunited with Rebekah and realized he never really stopped loving her from when they knew each other in the twenties. Caroline stopped fighting her feelings for Klaus. He and Caroline graduated high school and they both moved into the Mikaelson mansion. Plus Katherine lives with them and Caroline, Katherine, and Rebekah have become friends.
He looks over at his girlfriend expecting to find his thousand year old original girlfriend but instead finds a blonde five year old in Rebekah’s clothes. He starts freaking out if the other originals find out that their baby sister has turned into a five year old they will kill him. Rebekah turns over and looks up and sees Stefan and smiles “ Hi Stefan.”
Stefan is speechless and a little scared. “ Rebekah come here.”
Stefan carries Rebekah down the stairs and puts her down outside the kitchen and whispers in her ear to stay here Rebekah nods thinking their playing a game.
Stefan enters the kitchen and sees Elijah holding a small sleeping Katherine. Klaus putting pancakes on a plate and handing the plate to a small Caroline. Klaus following Caroline looks over at Stefan “ Don’t just stand there ripper come sit and eat.”
Stefan scratches his head “ Elijah, Klaus something is wrong with Rebekah?”
“ Rebekah is also five we know.”
Stefan is very confused. Rebekah pokes her head in “ Psst Stefan can I come in yet.”
Stefan looks at little Rebekah and nods and Rebekah runs in, in one of his tee shirts. She stops in the middle of the kitchen “ Nik, Elijah.”
Klaus bends down and gives Rebekah a hug “ Good morning bekah.”
Elijah wakes up Katherine again and puts her in the chair next to him and bends down and gives his sister a hug “ Good morning Rebekah.”
They are halfway through breakfast when Kol comes into the kitchen and sees his siblings, Stefan and three five year olds" You didn’t wake me for breakfast and what did you do raid a orphanage?“
Rebekah looks over at her older brother ” Kol.“
She jumps out of her chair and runs over to Kol. Who looks down at the blonde five year old in front of him and then looks at his brothers then back at the blonde again and can sees that she looks like his sister. “Rebekah.”
Rebekah smiles up at him and Kol bends down and gives his sister a hug and then looks at the the other two five year olds at the table. “ If this is Rebekah then I’m guessing that’s Caroline and that’s Katerina.”
“We will talk later in private.”
Kol is eating and he keeps hearing something he doesn’t normally hear in a house full of vampires. “ Do you hear that it sounds like a beating heart.”
The vampires look around and look at Katherine, Rebekah and Caroline. Klaus leans closer to them because he has the best hearing being a hybrid and gets next to Caroline and hears her heart beating he turns around “ Their human.”
The boarding house:
When Damon woke up that morning and saw his girlfriend Elena five years old the first phone call he made was to Bonnie who didn’t answer. He finds Elena in the kitchen looking in the cupboards that she can reach “What are doing?”
Elena turns around “ I’m hungry.”
“ What do you want for breakfast and then we’re going on a little field trip.”
Elena looks excited “ What kind of field trip.”
“ We’re going to visit some people who might help with a problem I’m having.”
Elena goes back to looking in the cupboards “ Sounds boring.”
Damon laughs and bends down “ The place were going is like a castle. Now what do you want for breakfast?”
Elena smiles and gets excited “ Like in a fairytale.”
Damon laughs “ Yes just like in a fairytale what’s your favorite fairytale.”
Elena thinks about it while Damon gets some cereal out of a cupboard and pours it in a bowl “ Sleeping beauty.”
“ Well this place is like Beauty and the beast see there was this big bad wolf that lived in the house with his siblings then the wolf meets beauty and she changed him and he went from a wolf to a human and they fell in love.”
“ Did they live happily ever after?”
Damon putting Elena’s bowl in the sink “ Yes now you wait here while I get dressed.”
Elena nods and is excited to see the beauty and the beast castle.
Kol took the five year olds to show them how to play his Wii. While Elijah, Klaus and Stefan talked. Damon pulls up to the Mikaelson mansion and Elena looks at the mansion. “Wow”
Damon picks Elena up and rings the doorbell. Stefan goes to answer the door and sees his brother with a little Elena in his arms. “ Come in. ”
Damon follows Stefan to the kitchen Elijah and Klaus look at Elena in Damon’s arms Elena whispers to Damon “Which one is the big bad wolf?”
Everyone heard Elena and everyone looks at Damon. “Tell you later.”
Elijah speaks up” The others are in the Kol’s game room.“
Stefan fills his older brother in as they all walk in to Kol’s game room. They see that Kol is watching them play a racing game. ” Kol this is a terrible game for them to play two of them are going to get their feelings hurt when they don’t win.“
Kol turns around to face his brothers ” Relax Elijah they are all on the same team.“
He sees Damon holding Elena ” Didn’t think you were that much of an idiot to bring her here this should be fun.“
Damon puts Elena down and Elena runs over to Caroline ” Hi Care.“
Caroline and Elena’s friendship has dissolved because Elena and Bonnie could not accept Caroline dating Klaus and moving in with the originals. ” Hi.“
Caroline turns back to playing Elena looks at the others and sees Rebekah and Katherine ” Why are you here Katherine.“
They’re five but still hate each other, that hate will never go away no matter what age they are. Katherine turns around and faces her doppelgänger ” I live here why are you here?“
“Damon had a problem.”
Elena goes over to Damon “ Can we go I don’t like it here.”
“ We can’t leave until I get some answers why don’t you go play with the others.”
“ I don’t want to I hate Katherine and their being mean.”
Elijah looks over at his younger brother “ Kol do you have anything Elena can play?”
Kol looks around and finds a game boy. After he got undaggered Rebekah and Elijah took him and Finn to get new clothes and things from this century he discovered that he loves electronic toys he got a Wii, a game boy, a iPhone and a PS3. “ Here she can play my game boy.”
Damon looks at the original “ Why do you have a game boy?”
Kol looks up at his least favorite Salvatore “ It was before I found the Wii and I couldn’t figure out how something so small could hold so many games.”
Elena sits on the couch and plays Kol’s game boy while Caroline, Rebekah and Katherine play his Wii.
Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Damon and Stefan walk into the kitchen “ What is going on last night Elena was above legal drinking age now I will be lucky if I can even take her to the grill.”
“ We don’t know all we know is last night we went to bed with our women being women and woke up this morning and they were five year olds.”
“ We know it happened before 2:30 this morning and after midnight.”
“ Before you got here Klaus figured out that the girls are human.”
“ Just call that annoying witch and get her to fix whatever this is I’m guessing because she is the only witch in town she’s the one who cast the spell.”
Damon looking over at Kol “ Why would Bonnie do this to Elena and Caroline?”
Kol looks over at the eldest Salvatore “ Easy she hates our family and Caroline is apart of our family.”
Damon glares at the youngest male mikaelson “ That doesn’t explain Elena, Bonnie would never hurt her and I tried calling her she isn’t answering her phone.”
Klaus gets a wicked smirk on his face “ Maybe you just didn’t ask right, Kol you know how your always saying your bored.”
Kol can’t believe Klaus is suggesting what he things he’s suggesting “ Yes.”
“ Time for a little witch hunt.”
Damon knows Elena would not stand for this “ You can’t hurt Bonnie, Elena and Caroline would never forgive you.”
“ I don’t care what Elena thinks and Caroline has grown apart from Bonnie and Elena because of her relationship with me.”
“ Why did Elena call Niklaus the big bad wolf?”
Damon looks down while everyone looks at him “ The only way to get Elena over here was to tell her your house was like the castle in beauty and the beast your the beast and Caroline is your beauty she asked if you lived happily ever after and I told her you did.”
Kol starts laughing. Klaus growls “ Great we have four five year olds they all don’t like Elena and Elena and Katherine don’t get along and now Elena thinks I’m the beast in beauty and the beast.”
The only reason the Mikaelsons knew what beauty and the beast is when Rebekah was undaggered the second time she made all her brothers watch all these movies with her and one of the movies was beauty and the beast it was part of Rebekah’s Disney week.
Elijah taking charge “ Kol you find miss Bennett while the rest of us watch over our girlfriends.”
Kol doesn’t like this plan he can’t stand Bonnie she always gives him aneurysms.
This is my first attempt at writing smut so any pointer or suggestions a greatly appreciated. Its suppose to be a one shot but I can’t write a short piece to save my life.
This is a one shot that I thought about after hearing the song Havana by Camila Cabello
Negan X OC (Mila)
Warning Cussing, and Smut
Negan peered into the dimly lit dance club. He was on his way to grab a bite
to eat when something, more like someone caught his eye. Just past the club’s
front door laid a black dance floor. Different color lights flashed about the
comfy building, dancing along to the music. Several couples and single ladies
were scattered about the floor however, the girl that caught his eye stuck out,
having a type of glow to her. She was by herself but danced with such
confidence. Her black midriff dress went down to her feet in the back and the
top rested perfectly in the middle of her chest, each sleeve sitting on the
side of her arms. The shoulder length auburn curls of her hair swayed heavenly
with each twist of her hips. Rubbing a hand over his salt and peppered stubble
Negan made his way inside like a bug being drawn to a bright light.
He spotted a small round 2 person table that sat off to the side of the
dance floor. Being that it was the only opened table and had a half drunken
mixed drink on it, Negan figured it was hers. Taking a seat on one of the
stools Negan intently watched the woman. Every dip of her hips or twist of her
legs had Negan thinking of all the different positions he could take her in.
For as hard and loud as his heart was beating, Negan hadn’t realized the song had
came to its end and now, much to his delight, she was making her way to that
table. Negan ran his tongue along his bottom lip as he looked deep into her
hazel blue eyes. Once she had noticed him it was almost as if she began to
strut a little more.
“Well hello there handsome. Are you waiting on your girlfriend in the
She asked stopping at the opposite side of the small table. She WAS confident, something
Negan loved. Letting out a quiet laugh while looking down, Negan looked back up
at her, “No girlfriend. I got my eye on someone else.”
He replied in a gravely voice making sure to look the woman up and down.
Mila had never seen a man like him. His black hair sat combed back neatly and
the salt and peppered beard did little to hide his amazing dimples. He was
older but that usually meant he had plenty of experience.
“My name is Mila,” she finally spoke holding her hand out. Negan took her tiny
hand in his, kissing the top of her knuckles as he introduce himself. The act
of which had caught Mila off guard, “So Negan, what is it that you do beside
sweeping women off their feet?” Showing his perfect row of white teeth in a
mischievous smile Negan replied,
“I work with kids, mainly coaching.” He knew his profession was a panty dropper
for most women like Mila.
“What about you? Are you some dance instructor sweetheart? Mila blushed at the
subtle compliment, he must of caught most of her dance earlier.
“I’m an escort,” she answered making her way towards Negan, suggestively
settling between his legs.
“What-the-fuck ever,” Negan lowly growled in disbelief causing Mila to bite
her bottom lip. Placing her hands against Negan’s upper thighs Mila began to
sway her hips.
“Do you want to dance?” She whispered into his ear as his stubble brushed
against her cheek.
“I don’t dance doll,” Negan replied grazing his lips against her earlobe. Mila
could feel excitement building in her stomach from their close proximity. Mila
looked behind Negan’s shoulder towards a set of stairs leading to another
“Lets take this upstairs then,” she said grabbing a hold of his hand. Mila
loft sat above the club making it impossible to go to sleep at a reasonable
time on the weekends. Once Mila had opened the door and walked in, Negan was
quickly on her. Holding both of Mila arms in a firm grip Negan looked deep into
“You are mine now. If we do this, you belong to me,” He spoke in a
possessive tone. Widening her eyes, Mila threw her arms around his neck and
crashed her lips into his.
“Possessive? I like it. I also like it rough,” Mila spoke in between
breaths. Negan softly bite her bottom lip and placed his hands on her waist.
Gently rubbing his way down to the back of Mila’s legs, Negan latched on to the
spot just behind her knees and pulled Mila’s legs around his waist. Before she
could get comfortable Negan rammed Mila’s back against the wall causing a grunt
to slip passed her plump limps. The look of shock on Mila’s face quickly turned
to lust as she realized what Negan was doing. Their lips collided again in a
sensual dance, one that Mila allowed Negan to lead. Feeling his bulging
erection, Mila began to move her hips, grinding effortlessly where he wanted it
most. Negan placed a hot trail of kisses down the side of Mila’s throat before
he bit hard on the plain of her shoulder.
“Fuck,” Negan uttered as his action caused Mila to tense up tighter against
his steel member. Walking her away from the wall, Negan then brought Mila to
the bed, peeling her arm and legs off of himself.
“Take your dress off.” Negan ordered watching the heavy rise and fall of her
chest. Mila quickly obeyed grabbing the bottom of her dress and slowly bringing
it up and off of her body. Mila wore a black silk thong with a thin black laced
bra, one that easily revealed her perfectly perked nipples to Negan. Reaching
for the straps of her heels, Mila was abruptly stopped.
“No. Leave your heels on.” Negan hissed while he unzipped his leather jacket
and removed his white shirt. The tattoos
on Negan’s chest and arms only seemed to turn Mila on more as she rubbed her
thighs together for some kind of friction. Taking his position over Mila, Negan
grabbed a handful of her hair pulling roughly to expose her neck, then eagerly
nipped his way down to her sternum. Using his other hand he snaked it around
Mila’s back and unclasped her bra. Rolling one of Mila’s nipple with his
fingers, Negan used his tongue to trace the area around the other, focusing on
the way Mila’s body withered below him.
“Oh my god! That feels so good,” Mila said through clenched teeth,
bucking her hips into Negan. Negan nipped her areola in response while he slid
his hand down underneath Mila’s black thong.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me,” Negan whispered into Mila’s ear as he
gently ran a finger through her dripping fold. Mila began to leave small bites
along his collar bone, running her tongue behind to soften the sting. Circling
his thumb around Mila’s clit, Negan quickly shoved 2 fingers into her seeping
tight core causing Mila’s body to arch off of the mattress.
”And so tight? I hope you’ll be able to handle me,“ Negan chided in a
"Oh honey, you have no idea what I’m capable of,” Mila assured him
while staring through hooded eyes. Grunting, Negan swiftly stood up and removed
his pants and boxer, allowing his enormous member to spring free.
“On all 4s.” He instructed taking his place behind her. Grabbing
both sides of Mila’s hips, Negan yanked her closer to the side of the bed so he
could remain standing. Then using his right hand, Negan slid the head of his
penis up and down her fold, coating it with her arousal. Finally lining himself
up with Mila’s entrance Negan slammed himself into her tight walls, omitting a
deep hiss from his clenched jaw. Mila yelped at the sudden fullness that
smashed into her core, secretly thankful that Negan was giving her a second to
adjust to his size. Slowly pulling out a few inches, Negan plunged deeper
causing Mila to let out a guttural moan. Placing both hands on Mila’s shoulder
Negan picked up his pace and began to hammer into her.
“Fuck doll, this pussy is going to milk the shit out of my cock.”
Negan said barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of skin hitting skin
and their moans that filled the room.
“Oh yes Negan! Right there,” Mila whined as she began to push back
against Negan’s unrelenting thrust. Moving one of his hand to Mila’s throat,
Negan guided her onto her knees and began to slow his hips.
“I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth,” he
hissed into her ear. Feeling that they were both close, Negan started to pick
up his speed, “Now be a good girl and cum all over my dick.” Negan ordered snapping his hips forward. It
only took a couple more thrust from the powerful man behind Mila to send her
off the cliff, causing her to cum hard while her walls tightened around his
throbbing cock. Negan followed suit a few seconds later, spilling hot ropes of
his seed inside of Mila. Falling forward Mila happily stared at the man laying
on his back next to her.
”With sex that good I surprised you don’t have 5 or 6 wives,“ Mila
ongoing, chaptered (9/?), one of my current fav fics
Warning: Even tho Soo is humanoid, he has a body of 16-18 years old and JI is 35. He is a grown man. If you aren’t comfortable with this, don’t read the fic.
Description: Kim Jongin, a bitter grumpy cold CEO, just recently bought a doll. Not ordinary kind of doll, but a living doll. A living sex doll. The thought of loving someone - something more than himself had never crossed his mind before, but he found himself questioning about everything and nothing after realizing he had fallen to adore the artificial being he just purchased. Could his feelings be returned by the factory-made creature? Or would all of this bring him to only abys?
WARNING: Many readers may be uncomfortable with this certain fic, that’s why you should read author’s note before you start to read the whole fic. Especially because of age gap (Soo is 17, JI is 30 and Soo’s teacher) but also because this fic was originally written for Sherlock Holmes fandom but the original author gave the person who posts this fic for Kaisoo fandom permission to do so, so please don’t misunderstand. She doesn’t do it without asking!
daddy!kink (later, much later, but it is there), agegap, abuse, infidelity, married!jongin, teacher!jongin, student!soo, trigger!warning
ongoing, chaptered (28/?)
I love this fic, like seriously, I even checked how it will end (because the original story is finished and the original author releases short stories now)
Description: After being shot and invalided from the Army, Jongin is living a despondent life with a wife who has no respect and no love for him any longer, yet he is desperate to make their marriage work. In a last ditch effort to save their marriage, he moves them out of Seoul and to some small, nameless town where his good friend, Park Chanyeol, has been able to get him a job as a teacher at a secondary school. There he meets a teenage boy who he has an undeniable connection to, and who has the ability to make his life seem less meaningless. Though he knows that it’s wrong, Jongin just can’t stop the relationship he is developing with Kyungsoo from growing. It slowly begins to spiral out of control, consuming his entire life like a wild fire and changing him in ways he didn’t think were possible anymore.
It has amazing cover so I had to add it to advertise this story even more, lmao
Read warnings before reading this kids, I warn you.
Description: On a whim Jongin beds a stranger he had met by chance, he then makes an offer for the two to enter into a defined relationship. Obedience is mandated, feelings are disregarded. How far do the limits of control reach?
Warning: Soo is in his form of thirteen years old boy and Jongin is in form of twety-eight. Don’t read it if you’re uncomfortable with this. I warned you.
Description: Kyungsoo was thirteen when he got bitten, staying behind in his child form while his best friend Jongin had to persevere through life without him, until Jongin got bitten as well - but at the age of twenty-eight. The two–now both stuck in time together, yet so far away from each other–decide to use their age difference as a cover for their relationship. But it’s just a little bit harder than they thought.
Yeah, Sherlock Holmes that total and complete sociopath who:
•met a broken man and made him his roommate when he knew he couldn’t afford rent in the city
•fixed his psychosomatic limp
•gave him back a life of adventure and danger
•covered for the fact that he shot a man
•asked him if he was alright after
•took a job from his piece of shit old school mate even though he knew it would lead to him being socially ostracized again when his new roommate was worried about bills
•came up with an honestly original date idea for him
•saved him and his date from danger
•felt bad after having an argument and gazed longingly out the window after him when he stormed out
•encouraged him to use his deduction skills just to make him feel useful
•stopped and let him get food even though it might slow down the case
•gave him his own case to solve and called him his ‘best man’
•got down on his knees and ripped that Semtex vest right the fuck off him
•couldn’t even find the words to thank him for trying to sacrifice his life for him
•agreed to die with him when they thought there was no other option
Requested: “Could you do an imagine/story about something happening to you where your in pain and are about to die, so Scott has to give you the bite and it makes the pain 10 times worse but saves your life, and as Scott is holding you in his lap, you keep on screening in pain and the pack is in the room watching you, ( some crying, some hugging others because they can’t bear to watch you in pain, they all love you as family, but it’s worse for Scott because he loves you)” - @mypadjustfelloff
Pairing: Reader x Scott McCall Word Count: 3,375 Warnings: Language
A/N: This is my first time writing a short story, since I wanted to give this request a shot. It was originally going to be a simple imagine, but this was the outcome; sorry it’s so long! Hope you like it - feedback is welcome. :)
Elijah Imagine: You See Each Other After 500 years
This was actually really fun to write so I might even make a part 2! Thank you guys all so much for reading my imagines, I seriously can’t thank you guys enough for that. I wasn’t even sure if anyone would like them so you guys rock. No smut in this one, its 100% clean. There are some spoilers in case you haven’t seen past season 2 or 3, about Elijah’s past so be aware of that if you are new to the show. Xx ceecee
The year was 1510, a fairly easy year to remember, when I first met Elijah. He had lost his love, Katerina Petrova, only a few years prior to meeting me which at the time I never thought he could move on fom her. You see, she was the Petrova doppelgänger of Tatia of whom he and his brother Klaus were in love with until their transition into vampires when he accidentally killed her. It was a tragic event he hadn’t told me about until we had known each other for two years.
I was fascinated with Elijah from the moment I layed eyes on him. I attended his family’s ball in their England mansion that year of 1515 where we danced together the whole night. He’d taken quite a liking towards me and I him so we began seing each other. It wasn’t until a year later that I found out by incident what he was, an original vampire.
I questioned everything we had once he explained himself, he was heartbroken but patient with me still. Eventually I came around and we continued being together for the next four years until 1515. There were people after Elijah who knew what he and his family were and that wanted them dead. I was caught in the crossfire, believed to be a vampire even though I wasn’t, and shot dead. Elijah fed me his blood in a desperate attempt to save my life but it was too late, I was gone. Or so I thought.
I woke up in an empty room by myself and utterly confused. What had happened? Where was I? Was Elijah okay and where was he? I got up and wandered around the lonely mansion finding my way to the washroom. In the mirror I saw myself with a bleeding chest, a bullet shot right through my heart. I was in shock and couldn’t move for what felt like hours but must have been only minutes. I remembered dying, Elijah hunched over my body with tears falling down his rosy cheeks, feeding me his cursed blood…I knew what that meant; I was in transition.
The flickering candles in the room burned my eyes. I had a headache that caused a throbbing sensation and all I could think of was blood, blood, blood. I began to cry, I needed someone, I needed Elijah but he wasn’t there. He was gone and I wasn’t sure if he had made it out alive. He has to be alive, I have to see him again. I thought. And that was my deciding factor, I would finish my transition in hopes that I could see the love of my life again and spend all of eternity with him.
I’ll spare the gory details of the rest of my transition and skip ahead to the year 1560 when I finally found Elijah, alive and back in England. I cried tears of joy but was instantly crushed when a beautiful girl jumped into his arms, kissing him and showering him in love which he happily accepted. I didn’t think but ran far, far away and shoving all my pain away.
Today it’s the year of 2015 and I still haven’t seen Elijah since that day with the girl. In fact, he still isn’t aware that I’m alive, or should I say “undead”. But now, I’m finally ready to see him again. I’ve tracked him down - which was surprisingly easy to do - in Mystic Falls, Virginia; an American town and state. He lives with his brother Klaus and sister Rebekah.
500 years I’ve anticipated this moment, and still I’m not ready. As I stand here on the porch of their extravagent household I can feel my hands shaking as I hesitantly knock on the door. The seconds I wait for someone to answer the door feel like lifetimes of anxiety. Rebekah is the one to open the door.
She gives me an odd look, she must not remember me. “Can I help you?” She asked.
“Um, yes, I’m looking for Elijah.” I answer, trying to hide the crack in my voice.
“I see…” She looks me up and down skeptically. “Can I get a name?”
“Of course, my name is Y/N.” I say politely. “And I know yours is Rebekah, we used to know each other many years ago.”
I can’t read her expression when she begins to close the door. “I’ll go get Elijah.”
With the door shut again I’m left with haunting memories to ravavge my mind. He must remember me but will he want to see me? Will he be upset that I waited so long to let him know I’m alive or will he not even care? What if he’s already with someone else? My thoughts were cut short when the door reopened with Elijah standing right in front of me.
My heart stopped and I forgot how to breath. He was breathtakingly beautiful, his face so clean cut and in an all black suit with perfectly styled hair. He wasn’t how I remembered him, he was even more handsome. He looked a kind of mature that could only come from over a thousand years of living. Absolutely stunning.
His face was unreadable and he said nothing. He reached out and placed his hands in my hair, pulling out my pontail. The locks of curly hair fell down my shoulders and down my back.
“Dear god,” Elijah said under his breath. He cupped my face in his hands and a grin broke out on his face. “This isn’t possible.”He pulled my face to his and kissed me with passion and fervor. His lips were soft and felt amazing on mine. I felt my stomach drop when he pulled back.
“But you were dead?” He said not letting me go for a moment. Tears slipped down my face and his eyes were slightly watering with such hightened emotions. He pulled me into a tight hug, one hand holding my head to his chest, the other around my waist.
“Not quite,” I couldn’t help but cry in his arms. The one I have loved for over 500 years is once again holding me in his strong arms. “You saved me with your blood, you turned me into a vampire unknowingly and it saved my life but now I’m here with you! And I love you, Elijah. More than anything in the world, I love you.”
“It’s been 500 years, 500 years of hell for me thinking that you were dead because of me, Y/N.” Elijah said looking into my eyes. “Why have you waited all these years to find me?”
“It was the biggest mistake I ever made but I intend to make up for every second I was gone when I should have been with you.”
“Y/N you are the one and only love of my life. What I had with Tatia and Katerina will never compare to the five years we shared together. If you will, I want us to start again. Come with me, Y/N and we will share our eternity together.”
I laughed with joy, tears uncontrollably tumbling from my eyes. “Of course, of course. There is nothing I want more than to be with you!” I exclaimed.
His face shone with glee and he brought his lips back down to meet mine again, tilting my chin up with his fingers. I kissed him back, melting into his touch and lacing my fingers with his when his tongue pressed into my mouth exploring what he had missed out on for years. He pulled back and caught my gaze with his enchanting brown eyes.
“Come in, come in.” He invited me. “Klaus and Rebekah wil be pleased with your return.”
This was intended to be a short one-shot that I wrote as an answer to
the question as to whether David still felt indebted to Killian for
saving his life in Neverland. Timeline-wise it would fit in post 5B.
Does contain some description of character injuries.
I’m still getting my bearings back after not writing for well over a
decade so I appreciate all of you who read this! This was a story that
fell together easily and got a little longer than originally planned but
I’m proud of it & hope you found it enjoyable!
idea what this thing is that we’re following?“ Killian asked as David
abruptly pulled his old Ford pickup truck off the side of the road,
veering onto the muddy berm and splashing through one of the deep
puddles formed by the morning’s rainstorm.
"Not really sure,”
David replied as he slammed the gearshift into park, “but it headed off
that way.” He pointed at a narrow footpath through a thicket of old
growth oak and pine forest. “This is as far as we can follow it on the
road. We’ll have to take it on foot from here.”
thought. Trudging through the woods at the edge of town chasing god
knows what. Just another typical Tuesday morning is Storybrooke… A giant
creature with fangs that were probably sharper than his hook comes
barreling through the center of town terrorizing the citizens and he’s
daft enough to volunteer to drive it out of town.
As they both climbed out of the truck, David drew his weapon from his holster.
one has ever seen this beast before?” Killian wondered, feeling a bit
unprepared as he hadn’t had the foresight to bring a cutlass with him to
“Nope,” David stated. “This is a new one. To me, it looked kind of like a really big mountain lion.”
lion? Do they grow to the size of small horses around here because the
creature I saw was a lot bigger than a mountain lion?”
“I just said it looked like a mountain lion. All I know is it seemed to be some sort of really big cat.”
cat….Wonderful…,” Killian sighed. “Don’t suppose you have a spare
weapon on you? I seem to have been caught slightly unarmed. Don’t think
my hook will serve as much of a deterrent to a giant cat.”
“Yeah – I keep a sword stashed behind the seat. You know, just in case.”
raised an eyebrow in amusement as the prince grinned. Leaning into the
truck, he found the sword and scabbard wrapped in a slightly threadbare
striped towel on the floorboard behind the bench seat. He quickly
unwrapped it and flung the towel onto the seat as he tucked the scabbard
under his left arm to hold it securely while he pulled the blade free.
“Always good to be prepared,” Killian smiled as he tossed the scabbard onto the seat with the towel and pushed the door closed.
– let’s go find this thing,” David said as he closed the driver’s side
door and walked around the front of the truck, eyeing the muddy path
ahead of them that led deep into the dark forest. Thankfully, the
earlier heavy rain had tapered off to a drizzle which, while still
annoying, at least meant that the creature’s footprints weren’t being
washed away, leaving them a trail of distinct impressions to follow.
Both men had an uneasy feeling as they tracked the beast but each knew
that the animal clearly needed to be subdued before it harmed someone
and they’d tasked themselves with that responsibility.
twenty minutes later and about a mile off of the road, they realized the
trail had abruptly ended in a grassy clearing. Without a word spoken
between them, they exchanged looks that communicated exactly what each
was thinking – where the hell did it go? Surrounded by low brush and
towering trees, there were a multitude of places where the beast could
be lying in wait so they knew choosing wrong could be fatal. Killian was
to the right of David and he turned slowly away from the prince,
scanning the foliage before him for any sign of movement. David, on the
left flank, gave the bushes on his side the same scrutiny – that is
until a low, guttural growl froze them both in their tracks and drew
their attention toward a cluster of oak trees to their north.
And to a pair of glowing fiery orbs stating back at them.