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buckyalpine · 8 months

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My First and Only

Virgin Mob beefy Bucky x reader

So I'm taking my drabble and making into a one shot. Our beautiful, rugged mob boss whose glare make grown men cower is just a sweet shy thing on his wedding night. He has his wife to guide him poor Bucky is even more nervous because he doesn't want to disappoint his princess. Do keep in mind he's going to be a menace once he's well practiced.

"The right one will be worth it Jamie" Bucky's mothers words echoed in his ear as he sipped on a glass of whisky, the loud bass of the club music making the ice in his glass clink. "You'll know when it's the right time"

He was sixteen when she told him that, around the same time that he started working closer with his father, preparing to take over his families business. With money came power and with the money the Barnes' had, it was near limitless. The last thing Winifred wanted was for her son to go down the wrong path, one filled with greed, violence and lust.

She raised him to respect those around him and himself. To see beauty in living things, to love others and above all else, to value what it meant to share a life with someone you cared for. It was a sharp contrast to the way George ruled with an iron fist but it gave Bucky the balance he needed to be an excellent leader.

Under his mother's guidance, he followed the path that lead him to where he currently sat along with his two right hand men, Steve and Sam, the three men sipping on a dark amber liquid, ignoring the numerous girls that tried to fling themselves at their table.

"You'd think they'd get the hint after you said no to the first three" Steve chuckled while another woman slinked up only to have Bucky politely shake his head.

"Think you'll say yes to any of them?" Sam playfully shoved Bucky's shoulder already knowing the answer. Whenever they were out, plenty of women would approach the mob boss only to be turned away every single time.

"Not tonight" Bucky snorted, knowing he'd be ready when he found the right one. It was just a matter of time.

Looking at him, it was doubtful anyone would think or know Bucky was a virgin. He'd dated girls before but no one made him feel anything that also captured his heart. Of course, its not like he told anyone what he did or didn't do with those girls. He certainly didn't look like someone who lacked experience. He took care of himself when he needed to, after all he was still human. His right hand knew exactly what to do when necessary.

He met his pretty angel at a flower shop. He was there to get a bouquet for his ma's birthday and left with your number instead, quickly going back with a blush on his cheeks, realizing he didn't get what he initially came for. Bucky knew he'd found the one when the first thought that came to mind after his date was that he had to take you home. Not to his bed but to his family. To show everyone the sweet girl he knew he'd love for the rest of his life, the one he instantly knew was for him.

"You better protect her with all your heart" Was the only thing his father said before patting his shoulder whereas His mother didn't say a word about you after you'd both first met. She simply handed Bucky her wedding ring, already recognizing the lovestruck look on her sons face.

When he kissed your lips at the altar, he nearly fell to his knees, the soft warmth of your skin already making him woozy. He didn't leave your side the entire night, his arm protectively around your waist, so in love with the one person he got to call his for the rest of his life. Your first dance was filled with soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings to each others while your loved ones watched with teary eyes. When the SUV came to whisk you both away, Bucky still didn't let you go, holding you tightly in his lap, ready to start a together new chapter as husband and wife.

The very first one being in his bedroom.

Bucky didn't understand this feeling. It was brand new to him. He'd felt every emotion under the sun except this.

Shyness.

Pure, innocent shyness.

God, he'd never felt so shy in his entire life, it was almost embarrassing. He shook his head at himself; he was over 6 ft tall, covered in dark ink but the thought of going to bed with his sweet wife was what was going to take him down.

"Jamie, can you help me with the back please?" You stood in front of the dresser while his sucked in a breath, his fingers fidgeting with the delicate buttons down your back. He carefully undid them, letting his hand ghost down your spine, his breath catching in his throat when your dress fell and pooled around your feet. You stepped of it, left in your white lingerie and heels, bending over to unstrap them, only to have Bucky stop you.

"Let me, sweet heart" He got down on one knee, taking off the tiny strap wrapped around your ankle and slipping your heels off before standing up again, taking in the soft lace that barely covered your body.

You took off his blazer before you unbuttoned his shirt, smiling at the way he held onto your waist, his thumbs tracing small circles onto your hips. He didn't know where to focus, feeling your lips kiss his chest where he had tattooed your name over his heart to the way your soft breasts were now pressed against his body.

You let your hands caress over the thick planes of muscle while going down to his belt buckle, various pieces of art covering his body in the most beautiful way. Bucky's heart hammered against his chest as your hands trailed down to unbutton his pants, your nimble fingers brushing over his throbbing erection.

He hopes you don't realize how nervous he feels when you unzip his pants, letting it fall to his feet. He gives you a shaky nod when you look up at him for permission to pull down his brief's, letting you see all of him for the first time. Your fingers hook around the waistband, puling them down his thick thighs, till he's left perfectly bare in front of you. His thighs tense together at the soft gasp you let out, scared he'd disappoint you some how though the very thought is ridiculous.

You can't help but take a moment to admire you perfect husband in his all naked glory, his thick, heavy cock curved towards his tummy, heavy balls, achingly full. The blush on his cheeks deepen when your eyes flick down to his most intimate parts; no one else ever seen him like this before, not since he was a baby. You lean up to give him a reassuring kiss while he slips his hand into yours, taking you to bed. Every part of him wants to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and toss you on to the large mattress but not tonight. You lay down with him against the soft pillows, the silky sheets under you cool against your skin while he gently tugs on the straps of your lingerie.

"Can I?" He whispers, still to nervous to do anything while you move his hands to the clasps of the lace.

"M'your's Jamie" You nod, letting him take his time unhooking your bustier off, his eyes growing wide at your perfect bare breasts. You know its his first time and there's nothing more you want than for him to know you trust him completely and you're all his.

He doesn't waste any time slipping your panties off, his tongue darting out to lick his lips at the sight of you naked on his bed. It starts off slow and innocent. He doesn't rush to do anything, taking his time to hug you close to him, relishing on the feeling of your bare skin on his between soft kisses. He struggles to calm himself down with the way your soft body is pressed against his, your leg hitched over his waist, his cock itching to rut against your tummy for more friction. His wide, thick body engulphs you when he holds you close, his hands skimming up and down your waist before trailing up your spine.

His heart starts to hammer again when he starts to trail kisses from your jaw down to your neck wanting to touch more of you. He wants to show you how much he loves you, gently taking a nipple into his mouth, moaning as soon as he starts to suckle. Your back arches, a gasp melting into a moan at the way his tongue flicks and moves in circles between his lips tugging and sucking your peaked bud.

Nothing compares to how warm and soft your breasts are in his mouth, his cock starting to leak. He so lost in kissing and sucking your breasts, precum smearing all over your tummy, where his cock rests against.

"Can I Touch you baby?" you whisper, kissing his forehead when he looks up at you with wide eyes. He quickly nods, pressing his hips against you showing you where he needed you most while refusing to take his mouth off your breasts.

You hand goes down to gently palm him to giving poor baby some relief. You wrap around his thick shaft, loving the needy muffled moan he lets out, his hips moving on their own when they thrust up into your fist. He doesn't even realize he's practically humping into your hand, your lips nipping down his neck.

"I-

"What is it James" You ask with your sweet doe eyes and he manages to blush more. He should be the one making you feel good and taking care of you but instead here he was, scared he'd cum before getting a chance to be inside you. You see his eyes trail down your body, darting down to between your legs, understanding he wants to touch you too. You pull away slightly, lying down on your back for him because fuck, you needed to feel him.

"Angel" His voice was breathless as you spread your thighs apart for him, giving him the perfect view of your soaked pussy and swollen button. He could feel precum starting to dribble from his tip; there was something so beautifully erotic about the way you were giving yourself to him despite how shy you were yourself. Displaying your most sacred and intimate parts to your husband so he'd take care of you.

He loves the way your face contorts with pleasure each time he rubs your clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles. He doesn't get a chance to toy with your for too long when you peck his pouty lips before trailing kisses down his body. His eyes grow wide when you get closer to his cock, his hips nearly lifting off the bed so you'd know where he needed you so badly but too shy to ask.

You take your time to clean off his slick precum that's beading from the tip, his swollen cockhead growing more sensitive each time you flick your tongue across his slit. He lets out soft, sweet babbles when you take him down your throat, his salty taste coating your tongue.

"You're making me leak" He whimpered, biting his lip to keep from letting more high pitched whines slip out, "dragă, st-stop, I'll c-cum"

He's never sounded more gone, gripping onto the sheets while you swirl your tongue around his head one last time before pulling off with a pop.

"oh-OH" His eyes grow wide when you drip down further to take his balls in your mouth instead, the sensation different that anything he's ever felt. A steady dribble of slippery arousal streams out of his cock while you nurse on suckle his heavy sac, addicted to your husbands distinct, sweet taste. You love how heavy he feels in your mouth, the smooth silky head of his pink cock begging to be sucked again.

He know's he'll cum if you keep on going which is why he pulls you up, kissing you deeply before settling you comfortably against the pillows again. He wants to make love to you so badly, even if it's not perfect the first time. He wants to give himself to you, nervously blushing when you spread your thighs for him while he pumps his cock.

"Are you ready?" He whispered against your cheek, the both of you nearly trembling with anticipation when you nod, letting him line his tip up with your fluttering entrance. He lets out the most desperate moan when he starts to push in, his body weight falling on top of you while his cock throbs, already close to cumming.

"Angel, I think m'gonna cum" He whimpers against you neck, knowing the slightest movement will make him blow his load. He hugs and clings onto you tightly, rutting himself into your cunt with the most gentle roll of his hips.

"Want you to feel good Jamie, it's okay" you hug him back while he pants harder trying to give you deeper strokes, he wants to make you feel good, feel how much he adores you by giving you pleasure but he just can't. You feel too good, pussy so warm, silky and soft.

"P-please cum for me angel" He pleads, his hand slipping between your bodies, finding your throbbing clit, rubbing quick circles with his thumb.

"J-James!" You hold onto him tighter, spots starting to cloud your vision with the way he's toying with your body as if he's touched you for years, his cock reaching depths you didn't know existed. "Fuck, fuck baby, feels so good" Your moans nearly turn into wails when he moves faster, his orgasm barreling towards him when you start to clench around his cock.

"Need you to feel good angel, don't wanna cum yet, wanna make love to you" He hides his face against your neck to try and muffle his moans but it's not use, a few sloppy stokes in and hes pumping you full of his seed, unable to stop as stream after stream burst from his cock.

"I-f-fuck, Swetheart, m'cumming- I-oh-hng princess-" He practically rolls over with you, still buried deep in your pussy, your mixed arousal soaking the sheets. His body shudders and he continued to thrust his hips up, grabbing your ass to keep you flush against him, moaning into the crook of your neck, "m'cumming so much for you, god I can't stop"

And he doesn't stop.

You gasp, feeling him still somehow rock hard, his sensitive cock still thrusting into you, his cum making it easy for him to slip in and out of you faster.

"Not done pretty girl, gonna keep my cock in you all night"

****

"Was I okay?" He whispers innocently while you cuddle into his chest, the both of you still naked, snuggling in the sheets. You giggle at his adorable expression, pecking his lips

"Of course baby" You reassure him again, your body still trembling from the way he pulled a second and third orgasm from you.

"Is everything okay for you?" You check in with him, loving that the question okay makes him shy again, the pink on his cheeks now moving to his neck and ears.

"M'happy I waited, that you're my first and only" He playfully shrugged, struggling to meet your gaze while you hugged him tightly, closing your eyes. The both of you drift off to sleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night, blindly reaching for each other again.

No words are said but you end up on top, dinking down on his cock, bouncing up and down, the lights turned off, only the glow of the moon illuminating your skin. He can't help himself, greedily pulling you down towards him when your breasts bounce in his face, desperately suckling on your nipples.

Between the way you ride him and the way your soft breasts in his mouth feel, he doesn't even realized he's whined mommy, eyes closed and clinging onto you like a baby.

Keep in mind, this was Bucky's first time. He's surprised at how needy and subby he can get for you, so desperate to please and pleasure you.

Until he starts to get more comfortable.

When he discovers his dom side the bedroom.

He learns he loves when you call him Sir and Daddy. On the rare occasion the house is empty, he becomes the most filthy fuck you'd meet, pulling his knife out whenever he wants to strip your clothes off and getting on his knees to eat you like a man starved. He'll bend you over anywhere; over the banister, over the kitchen counter, the table, the stairs, the floor when he wants.

If he's not nursing off of your clit, you're between his meaty thighs giving him the most sloppy head of life and he's never been more thankful for his sound proof walls.

He loves being a switch the most, alternating between begging to get a chance to taste you and then railing you with his cock till your crying and dripping with cum.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 7 months

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"Sinner & Saint" : Creed III Chapter 10

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"You are my light in the dark

Show me the way with your heart

I know I'm not used to this feeling

But it's clear even when

I'm a thousand miles away

I'm so taken by ya, can't stop thinking bout ya

I am in love and from where I stand,

I am your man, I am...all, all…"

Terrell Grice feat George Lovett & Saeed— "All"

Donnie blinked at all the photographer lights flashing white and yellow blasts at him. Bianca and Amara sat to his right and Athena and Tony sat to his left with his new business partner Herb Raffe and the always ubiquitous Buddy Marcelle. Behind them on a giant ESPN banner his likeness held the coveted heavy weight belt and his upper body glistened and popped with muscles. Donnie knew this day would come, and the emotions roiled deep inside his chest.

Seated near the phalanx of news media and photographers were a few selected fighters on his roster, including Dame. The usual rush of questions came at him and he answered with the sophistication that all of his media training provided. Donnie needed to appear adroit and confident as a new brand manager and businessman. The transition from boxer to brains behind a multi-million dollar operation had to go off without a hitch.

"Why now, Adonis? Pundits say you have a good two-to-three years left in you."

The female reporter asking the question stood up holding a small notepad. She was a familiar face in the boxing scene, Carly Deloach, the daughter of a media magnate. Carly tossed back blond highlighted hair and gave him a warm flirty smile coaxing him to give her juicy details.

"It's time. I've reached the pinnacle and done everything I can to show the world that the Creed legacy is something to admire and be proud of. There's nothing left for me to do but usher in a new generation of talented boxers and pass on the wealth of knowledge I've gained from my training with Rocky Balboa, Tony "Little Duke" Evers, and the matriarch of the Creed family, Mary Anne Creed…hey Ma, love ya!"

Donnie winked and blew a kiss toward a camera that he knew transmitted his message to his mother at home. Another reporter jumped in, a cocky Sports Illustrated veteran who had doubts about Donnie from the very beginning until he finally won the belt. Patrick MacLaughlin was an asshole, but a fair one when he looked at the stats on all boxers. Patrick's stomach lopped over his belt, and his thinning hair stayed slicked down.

"Adonis, you toss around legacy a lot, and as the talented son of a beloved icon who has brought back a coveted world champion title to the family name—"

"I have to cut in, sorry Adonis…" Buddy said.

Buddy Marcelle gave a smirk that Donnie couldn't tell if it was meant to be rude or just hustling for air time. The man glanced at Athena who looked beautiful as always, dressed in a tight pumpkin top, and dark flared designer slacks. Buddy cleared his throat and continued.

"The Creed legacy can't be spoken about without mentioning the fact that Athena Creed brought back the first championship title to the family. I know this press conference is about Adonis, but Apollo Creed has two world champion fighters up here on this panel. Put some respect on your big sister's name, Adonis."

The crowd chuckled and a few of the women representing the media clapped and called out Athena's name.

"You right, you right," Donnie quickly blurted. He threw his arm around Athena. "My big sis is the first of Apollo's children to bring home a title. You people out there in the MMA arena are lucky she's a sports manager now instead of whooping ass!"

Athena laughed it off.

"Athena! Athena! Could you beat Adonis in a one on one?" Another reporter shouted.

Donnie pushed his table mic closer to her.

"Tell 'em," Donnie said.

Poised and polished, Athena leaned in.

"I had to always keep Adonis in check. The only thing he has on me is height and muscle weight," Athena joked.

Buddy horned in again.

"I think we need to see a big ticket event with these two, Creed versus Creed."

Athena waved a dismissive hand to Buddy and she patted Donnie's arm to get him back on track.

"Athena… what does this moment mean for you watching your brother retire?" Carly asked.

Something sad flashed across Athena's face and she composed herself. Reaching out to hold Donnie's hand she squeezed it and took a deep inhale.

"Our father would be very proud that both of his athletic children have found their niche to excel beyond fighting. Adonis will bring in a lot of new talent so that other boxing legends can come forth down the line…Donnie?"

Athena pushed the mic back toward him and sat back in her seat.

A new volley of questions hit him and Tony up fast and he allowed the last few questions to go to Bianca and Amara, who signed her delight at having her father home more since he didn't have to train and travel so far away as much. Bianca translated for the media and everyone clapped when Amara said that she planned on being a boxer like her Auntie Athena and her daddy.

Once the retirement portion was handled, Donnie spent the rest of the press time answering questions centered on his new venture. He revealed his partnership with Buddy Marcelle in promoting the new company. Everyone in the audience saw dollar signs and a revitalized boxing scene. Afterward, Donnie posed with his family for pictures. He also posed with a few of his boxers. Dame was pulled into the mix and Athena made sure he stood next to Donnie's future cash cow, Felix Chavez. There was still bad blood between Dame and Sleepy from their sparring dust up. But Felix soaked in the media exposure knowing he was the guy to watch. Two other strong contenders for heavyweight champ status enjoyed the limelight too.

A buzz entered the room the moment Dame's name rang bells, and during the retirement mixer Donnie set up for the ESPN coverage, Athena fielded questions with Dame. Felix felt a way about Dame shifting attention his way, but that was all due to Athena. The press loved getting soundbites from her and she was an expert at snagging spotlights for clients. She damn near twisted his arm to get Dame a seven figure signing bonus. She haggled for more through Dame's lawyer when they went over the contract, but Donnie didn't want to get his partners riled up over an untested client. He sweetened the deal by offering to put Dame in their ads over the next six months to bolster his visibility. She agreed to that…barely.

Athena was a pitbull, and she worked the room forcing him to do the same for Felix and the other boxers. They were both hustlers and no matter what she did to get Dame more exposure, it only helped Creed Enterprises.

"Hope I didn't step on your toes during the press chat," Buddy said, easing next to Donnie.

"Nah man, you were right to bring it up. Athena was the first, and she was way better than me when I started."

"I think people in this business tend to overlook her fighting talent. Just so you know, I want her to work for me one day."

"I doubt if she would, but you can certainly try," Donnie quipped.

"How come she's not a part of Creed Enterprises?"

"She wants to do her own thing."

"So no hard feelings if I poach her from her current gig?"

"Like I said, good luck with that."

"Her managing Dame isn't a problem for you?"

"Dame needs special handling. My sister likes a challenge and she is making a lot of good moves for him."

Buddy kept hawk-like eyes on his sister. Bianca and Amara joined them and they worked the room celebrating his new life. Patrick from Sports Illustrated approached him. Donnie pumped his hand up and down with enthusiasm.

"When can Felix sit down with you for that cover story?" Donnie asked.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about an in-depth interview with Damian Anderson. Athena pitched me a whopper of a comeback tale and I want to jump on it before Rolling Stone does."

"Pat, we talked about getting Felix on there before his next fight. He is the next big thing—"

"Yeah I know, but Damian is a more compelling story right now. When can we get together and talk shop about him?"

Donnie checked for his sister striding across the room holding a plate of food with Dame stuck to her side.

"Call Maxine to set up a date on my calendar, Pat"

"Great. You've got a helluva roster Adonis, and if the buzz on this Damian pans out, you and your boxers could dominate for years. Congrats on the retirement, too."

Pat shuffled off to speak with other reporters and Donnie stared at Felix who chatted with his mother/manager by the bar. He now had to come up with an excuse as to why he wouldn't have the next cover story. Fuck. Perhaps he could work in a one-on-one interview with Stephen A on SportsCenter for immediate coverage to get Felix out there first.

Athena handed Dame a shot of top shelf tequila and they both gulped back the liquid, letting it warm a trail down their throats.

"Doing okay?" she teased, watching Dame's lips pucker up from the intense taste.

"I don't need no more of that today," he joked.

"Look alive," Athena said.

Buddy Marcelle looped around a group of former boxers hooting it up and slapping backs at battles long past won.

"Today went well," Buddy said.

"Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate the shout out."

"I only spoke straight facts. You my dear are the crown jewel on Apollo Creed's crown. Folks need to remember an accurate legacy history. By the way, you look lovely today. That color brings out your skin tone."

"I can leave if you just wanna flirt," Dame said.

He had a smile on his face, but his tone said different. Buddy patted Dame's shoulder to defuse the heat in the boxer's eyes.

"Beauty and brains need to be acknowledged kind sir. I'm about to head out, I have an interview with Molly over on First Take tonight."

"Oh yeah?"

Buddy noticed the arch in her eyebrow and chuckled.

"You smell blood in the water and want to jump in, huh?"

"Hell yeah. I set up a cover story for Dame with Pat over on Sports Illustrated. I'm taking Eden from Rolling Stone to dinner tomorrow, trying to pitch my client."

Buddy eyed Dame with a sly quirk of his lips.

"Maybe let this man win some bouts before lining up too many interviews."

"I'm aiming for exclusives down the road for that."

"Okay…get his name out there. I see you. Can we meet up with some of my people to talk future promotions? Your brother's roster is full and he has to strike with his first string."

"He promised to give Dame as much attention too as part of our contract deal."

"Athena, you know how the game is. Chavez, Alvarez, and Jackson have Adonis booked and busy. Take advantage of some promotions in Dame's favor. My connections run deep big sister. Dame, I hope you do some serious winning these next six months before Adonis loses interest."

"He won't," Athena insisted.

"All I'm asking for is a sit down with you and Dame on my turf. Check out the lay of land and get in where you fit in." Buddy glanced at his rolex. "Call me when you're ready. We can make it dinner at 71 Above. Javier has a new menu I think you'd both like."

"I'll let you know."

Buddy meandered toward the exit leaving Athena with thoughts about Donnie cooling on her client. She snatched up another shot of tequila from the bar.

"He's right. You've got to win big to stay on Donnie's radar."

Dame put a hand around her waist and pulled her in close. His touch ignited arousal in her and she wanted so desperately to kiss his lips. They hadn't had any private time since they returned from Vegas. She needed him…needed the intimacy that shut out the world.

"Careful," she said stepping back from his solid wall of warmth.

Dame grinned and removed his hand before anyone clocked their true relationship.

"Invite Marcelle to my first fight. He'll have no doubts about me," Dame said.

"Don't worry, he'll be there on his own. That man doesn't miss anything that can make him richer. I think you should mingle with the other boxers now. I'm done beating the bushes for game."

Dame touched his index and middle finger to his forehead and saluted her before walking over to Donnie and the other fighters. She grabbed a glass of white wine and bee-lined over to Bianca and Amara. Her niece hugged her waist and Athena ruffled the spiral curls on top of her head.

"Excited?" Athena asked Bianca.

"Relieved. I couldn't wait for this day. Ma is ecstatic because he will finally use that business degree from college."

Amara took off skipping over to her father. Bianaca studied Athena's face.

"Does it bother you when people forget that you're a champion too?"

"That was so long ago—"

"Not really. You seemed happy that Buddy brought it up. I could tell."

"I appreciated him saying it."

"Will you come by our place for dinner tonight?"

"I thought there was going to be a big dinner celebration with Ma at the mansion."

"I wanted to do something at our house to give her a little break."

"A break from what?"

Bianca pulled her to the side.

"Have you noticed Ma slowing down or forgetting things a lot lately?" Bianca asked.

"Slowing down, yes… but that's her getting older and not doing the stretching and strength training I've tried to help her with. Maybe her hip is acting up. I mean, it's been a year since her replacement surgery, but…"

Bianca's expression hinted at something more serious. Her voice went even lower in volume.

"I think you and I should go with her to get checked out. The other day she was driving me to lunch and I noticed some eye-hand coordination things that have me concerned."

"You think it's something serious?"

"If I broach the subject she'll dismiss it, but if you come with me and talk to her about it, maybe she'll listen. I'm with her all the time and a different voice may convince her to make an appointment. Donnie had a lot going on and I didn't want to worry him about it. I was thinking we could talk to her after dinner. If it's at my house, she can't make an excuse to be busy hosting everything. It'll be out of her element."

"What time?"

"Seven. It'll be a catered BBQ around the pool, casual dress. Donnie wanted a lowkey family-oriented party. No celebs or anything like that. Just our people."

"Okay, I'll come to the house and do some girl time. Who else is coming from the gym?"

"Tony, Stich, Smoky... Padman and Amir. You can bring Dame if you want."

"Why would I bring my client?"

"Girl, be serious."

Bianca snickered and Athena rolled her eyes.

"That man has heart eyes for you and can't let you out of his sight without his neck swiveling."

Bianca moved in closer, and her eyes darted about before she spoke.

"I know what happened with him and Donnie."

"How do you feel about it?"

Bianca glanced over at Donnie and Dame speaking with the other boxers.

"It was a shitty situation and they were kids back then. Dame sounds like he wants to make the most of the opportunity to box again and Donnie will help him."

"It's the least he can do, right?"

Donnie walked over swinging Amara's hand.

"Ready to dip?" Donnie asked.

He kissed Bianca's cheek. Bianca spoke and signed at the same time.

"Yeah. I need to get the house ready for our guests tonight and check in with the caterers."

"Coming by right?" Donnie asked Athena.

"I have to check in with a few other clients downtown and I'll be over around seven-thirty depending on traffic."

"Cool. Hey, you were great up there. I'm glad you agreed to sit at the table with me. I wish Ma was here though."

"She hates media stuff and I'm sure she wanted the focus to be about you. I'll catch everyone tonight. Bye Ladybug."

Athena signed away for Amara, and her niece hugged her tight then clutched both of her parents' hands. A surge of people bid farewell to Donnie. Athena made her quiet escape from the crowd and sought out Damian.

"I'm going to pick you up at seven tonight," she said.

"For what?"

Dame followed her steps out of the ESPN building and waited with her for their valet parking.

"You were invited to attend Donnie's private family retirement party at his house by Bianca."

"Not Donnie?"

"Not sure, but Bianca is on to us. I think that's why she extended the invitation. Do you want to go? Sorry for assuming you would just go with me."

His lion-like eyes brought butterflies again. Dame had a way of looking at her that made Athena feel safe and protected.

"I want to go…with you. I like that you assume that about me. It's true."

"Okay, great. It's a date. We'll have to carry on like client-manager for appearances, but it'll be more relaxed. My mother will be there…if you change your mind, I won't be offended."

"Nah, its fine. It's time that your mother met me away from all the limelight. Maybe she'll finally see the real me."

"Trust me. She won't.

"Well then, that's on her. Not me."

The valet brought her car around and they both climbed in for the drive to Venice Beach.

"Want to come inside for a minute?" Dame offered once they reached his place.

He stood outside of the passenger side, leaning in through the window. Temptation reared up, but job responsibilities took precedence for Athena.

"I can't. I have some work to do."

"How about I meet you at your place and save you the drive out here? I'll leave my car in your parking garage."

"That'll work."

"Later," he said.

He tapped his fist on the door and strolled to the house he rented a room from. Despite having a million dollars in his bank account, Dame chose to stay in his Venice rental until he won his first post-prison fight. That would be in one week, and she had a lot of things to do to drum up more pub. The buzz about him in the ESPN mixer could only last so long before the sports media moved on to the next interest story.

Her day continued until she clocked out from her office. She swept into her condo showered, and changed into a comfortable pair of olive green cargo pants and a knotted, off-the-shoulder knit top in a loud tangerine color. Slipping into heels, she checked her landline for messages and ignored the ones from her ex who flew back into town from Toronto. Nolan was a long-distance fling that became a bit more the previous year, but Athena caught wind of some red flags, one of which was a whole ass wife and child with another baby on the way. Before the discovery of his indiscretion with her, Athena's gut warned her pre-relationship not to entertain a man below her pay grade with a Drake-like personality of feigned kindness and "you-go-girl" performative musings in her ear, but she was in a dick drought and a hook up every now and then from a Canuck worked around her schedule at the time.

Nolan started acting weird too, sending her flowers and gifts out of the blue, even after she clearly defined the boundaries of their relationship after she broke it off. Now he was back to leaving messages swearing he divorced his wife and was ready to make a true commitment. What a fucking loser. He had deluded himself into thinking they were serious instead of just a poor match. She blocked his number, erased the other unimportant messages and waltzed out of the premises to meet Dame at her garage entrance.

He arrived on time and she showed him where to park his car and ordered a ride from her reliable car service. They were picked up promptly and she held Dame's hand in the backseat, snuggling against his shoulder like they were headed to prom together.

"You look nice," she said, sniffing the cologne on his neck.

She noticed a new platinum and diamond chain around his neck.

"Finally splurged," he said as she fingered the necklace.

"Good for you. Listen, since this shindig is at Bianca's, my mother may be a little more extra because she can't lord over anyone in the family mansion. If she becomes too much or gives you a hard time, let me know and we can bounce quick."

"I'm not worried. Relax. This night is about Adonis—"

"Tuh…trust me, everything will revolve around her. Me and Donnie know how to stay outta her way when she gets nitpicky."

"She gets along with Bianca?"

"Yeah, they're pretty tight. Bianca lost her parents young and most of her family is back in Philly. She's a great buffer for me because she doesn't have a mother-figure in her life, so she takes up a lot of mother-daughter duties that would be hell for me if I had to do it all the time. Don't misconstrue anything though. I love my mother and we have our own good times, but sometimes she gets a little classist and obsessive about things and I can't take it…so Bianca does. It smoothes Ma out and brings balance to the force when we don't butt heads."

"I hear ya young Jedi," Dame teased.

By seven-forty five they reached the private entrance of Donnie and Bianca's place. Athena hopped out of their ride to punch in the gate security code. A yellow cab pulled up to the driveway behind their hired driver. An older man with a black hat climbed out from the back of the cab and looked around the neighborhood. Athena recognized the pale leathery skin and puffy nose. She sprinted down to the street.

"Ohmigod, Rocky!" she shrieked.

Rocky Balboa stood humbly dressed in an old black bomber jacket and a clean white shirt. His wrangler jeans were faded and comfortable-looking. He held out his arms for Athena, accepting the big kiss on his cheek from her.

"Yeah, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I'd check up on some retired boxer whose s'posed to be living here. Am I at the right spot?" Rocky joked in his heavy Philly accent.

His jovial eyes stared at her.

"Athena, my god girl, look how beautiful you are. It's been years sweetheart," Rocky said.

Athena wiped her eyes from errant tears.

"Whaddya crying for? It's just me, Uncle Rocky. Is the BBQ here yet? I'm starvin'."

"I guess we'll go see," she said.

"Me being here is supposed to be a surprise. Bianca said to give the gate intercom a code word to hide me from Donnie, but my old brain is gettin' foggy with time, so…hell if I know what the magic word is to get inside."

"No worries, you can come in with me and…Dame…come over and meet the only Italian in our family."

Dame walked over with a grin on his face. He held out his hand for Rocky to shake.

"An honor to meet you Mr. Balboa, sir."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Dame. This is a nice-looking young man Athena. Mary Anne must be excited to see you settling down like your brothers."

"Um, actually Rocky, I manage Dame. He's a part of Donnie's new venture."

"A boxer. What division? I don't keep up on the ins and outs as much. I spend more time with my grandkids up north," Rocky said.

"Heavyweight," Dame said.

"You're going to know more about him in the weeks to come. Let's get you inside before Bianca sends out the calvary," Athena said.

She punched in the gate code and Dame gave up his seat in the back of the car to Rocky. He climbed into the front next to the driver and Athena linked her arm around Rocky's.

"I can't believe you're here. You look good Unc. Being up north looks great on you."

"Thank you. Health is holding up. Knees are a little rusty sometimes but I'm still here."

"Drop us off right by the statue, please," Athena told the driver.

They all left the car and Rocky continued looking around.

"Nice…lotta space," Rocky said.

Athena texted Bianca and three minutes later she bounced out from the house trying to contain the squeals at seeing Rocky.

"Bianca…"

Rocky hugged her and Bianca squeezed his shoulders.

"So happy you're here. The caterers finished setting up out by the pool. Everyone is here mingling, so Athena, I'll go back in with Dame first to throw off Donnie, then you can bring Rocky in through the house."

"Sure thing," Athena said.

Music started playing and echoed in the front of the property. Bianca led Dame around the side toward the back and Athena guided Rocky inside the front door. Amara met them while coming down the stairs and the little girl's hands flew around signing her happiness at seeing the Italian Stallion, her godfather. Rocky hugged her and used sign language to warn her about the surprise. His thick fingers moved slower and he checked with Athena to make sure he did alright. Amara understood everything, complimenting him on his ability to sign so well and clasped his hand to follow Athena through the living room and long gameroom that led to the back patio door facing the pool area.

The music, a jazz fusion, buffeted the laughter and loud talking. Athena could smell the delicious aroma of ribs and her stomach growled in anticipation. She stepped outside first and took in the celebratory scene. At least forty people chatted and drank expensive liquor. Donnie was in the middle of introducing Dame to Padman and right away she observed her mother's lips growing tight as she stood with her companion, Archie. Athena ignored the cool facial expression of her mother and caught Bianca's eye. Bianca gave her a nod, and she cleared her throat.

"Hey, Donnie, there's a man over here looking for you. I don't know if he's supposed to be here," Athena said.

The tone of her voice over the music brought everyone's attention in her direction. Donnie rushed over and Rocky appeared next to her with Amara grinning by his side.

"Unc!" Donnie yelled.

Everyone reacted with a burst of praise shouting, rushing over to Rocky. Bianca clasped her hands together, pleased that her surprise brought on the intended reception. Dame hung back near the food set up, right across from Mary Anne and Archie.

The glee of having Rocky there showered the air with rousing sounds of joy all around, but Mary Anne's eyes cut over toward Dame, and he gave Athena the biggest smile of support. She could face anything with that smile in her corner.

Athena took a deep breath and strolled toward her mother.

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5. Adult Talk...

Part 6

Texas Romance

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Mrs. Cooper was helping with a wedding for the church pastor. Missy and Sheldon were dealing with holding a chicken in their room. And Georgie's dad had done the talk with us. The day started off normal with Georgie and I went in his room reading one of my adventure books that he just had me read to him.

He had us laying on his bed, his fingers playing with my hair as I read aloud while laying on his chest. Georgie sat up once I'd finished the third book making me confused when he asked out of curiosity. "You wanna listen to music?" I put the book down sliding off his lap, as he slides off the otherside of the bed turning on his radio and finding a good music station.

He turns it up a little high and he holds his hands out for me to take with a boyish grin. I placed my hands in his letting him pull me off the bed to my feet. He wore socks but no shoes and I wore no shoes letting my feet feel the carpet as we danced around unknown to us that having his door closed meant bad things outside.

George's POV - Mr. Cooper

Connie came in yelling at me, aiming a finger towards my son's door. I trusted Y/n, she seemed like a good girl and kept my reckless son in line. But my mother in law thinks otherwise. "They're teenagers if you wait any longer they'll be done."

I rolled my eyes going to his room making them sit on the floor. Apparently that wasn't good enough for connie. "Smart. Nobody ever got pregnant on the floor. Have you had the talk with that boy?"

I replied nervously. "About the thing that a father has with his son.."

Connie slams her beer on the counter. "It's important. What if he knocks that poor girl up. You like y/n because she keeps him out of trouble so I think you should want to look out for both of them!"

I fired back at her. "Is that a stab at me?" She took a drink snapping. "Well it depends..did you knock up my daughter and reunion her life. Oh wait I know the answer."

Connie made me go in his room to see Georgie and y/n tickling each other and reading magazines. Georgie sets his down as y/n froze. "Mr. Cooper, Memaw?" Connie holds a hand out for y/n to take. "The boys need to talk."

Y/n gets up shrugging to Georgie who rolls his eyes. The conversation between us got confusing so I called y/n in for backup. She sits on my side of the bed, looking at my boy. "Georgie what your dad is trying to say is...if we get together like all the way."

She points to her area then to him and puts two fingers together before she keeps going. "We have to be safe and try and not get me pregnant like he did your mom with you. No offense to either of you sir." She puts a hand on my shoulder as I nodded.

Georgie nods his head "ok dad - now please leave" I sighed leaving them alone.

Y/n's POV

Georgie and I ended our dance party to read his magazines. Shortly though I'm interrupted from reading my book by his hands going for my ticklish spots. I started laughing and trying to roll away from him but he ends up pulling me up on his chest holding me. I gripped his shirt and my hands ended up finding his so I started attacking him making him laugh too. I never knew I'd learn to love the sound of something so fast and in this case is Georgie's laugh. Of course he was cute and all but even he learned to like me more than just my appearance.

I cackle in unison with Georgie. "Georgie Cooper!" He laughed back. "Y/n L/n!"

The door opened for us to see Memaw and his dad who slowly came in as I got off his lap blushing. "Mr. Cooper...Memaw?" Georgie rolls his eyes as his dad says. "We need to talk". Memaw took my hand pulling me into the hall as I gave her a confused look.

"What's going on?" She took my hand in hers, explaining softly. "Y/n, you and Georgie are changing-" I cut her short waving my hands around. "Woah hold on. My parents already told me about this. Plus I know Georgie. He'd never force me."

She pulls me in a hug taking a sigh of relief. "Oh darlin'. Thank goodness." We pull apart before going to his room once again.

His dad sits on the bed, confused about what to say. Memaw whispered in his ear. "Let her explain it to him - she knows about it all already." I sat on the bed and Georgie understood what I said telling his dad to leave, finally I laid my head on his chest taking a breath.

"I can't believe they thought we would - you know?" He joked pulling me closer to him for a kiss. "I know right, I can't believe they thought I'd take advantage of my darlin'."

I kissed him back deeply as I sat on his lap, barely breaking the kiss to mutter. "Say it again." He asks looking deep in my eyes. "What?"

I rest my forehead against his lips. "Darlin', I liked the sound of it from you." He nodded his head before asking softly. "You wanna go watch tv?" I nodded yes getting off his lap and we headed to the living room.

Missy came into the room as Georgie and I sat on the couch watching Ducktales. She holds a red book in her hands as I turned the tv volume down to pay attention to her. "Can you help me. I don't understand my homework?" Georgie questioned out in the open resting his hands on his knees. "You're asking me? I don't understand my own homework."

I nudge him in his rib making him whine at me when I asked eager to help her. "What kinda homework is it, Mis?" She shows it to me groaning. "Grammar" I groaned remembering that I always forget the literary devices on tests. "Uh, Missy I'm not good at this. Georgie?" I tilted my head in his direction and he complained just wanting to watch tv.

"I ain't great with grammar y/n.." I directed for Missy to sit down next to him. She said simply. "Well grammar, Is just talking and we talk pretty good." The two of them sat and got confused which meant Georgie taking the remote from me. I ate some chips until Missy turned back clearly sad making me stop eating.

"Y/n, do you think we're stupid?" I stumbled "Missy no. You and Georgie just learn different...everyone does."

Georgie fires back clearly annoyed about his brother's smarts. "Sheldons in college right now and we can't figure out your homework, what'da you think?" Missy gave me sad eyes mostly speaking to her brother. "Sometimes I tell myself that we only look stupid because he's so smart"

Georgie glanced my way and his eyes read 'I need to prove I'm not stupid' "Gimme the book." He tell her determined. I grinned as he took her English book when she sat down.

I laid my head on his shoulder as they started doing the work. Missy joked when they learned what a verb was making me laugh a little. "We suck at homework". Georgie taps my thigh with his pencil making me focus on him. "The first sentence on your homework is 'most people in the country'"

Missy and I both say together. "I don't see an action word". I smiled when Missy announced slightly happy "Georgie, y/n. I don't think this is a sentence."

Georgie handed her the book and pencil to fix it, encouraging her in an adorable way. "Put a verb in their girl". He lays an arm around me as I hugged him gently grinning big.Later we were in his room just laying on his bed cuddling in silence before a note was slipped under his door. I sat up seeing it making Georgie sit up too. He got off his bed picking it up to reveal Missy's homework with a 100% at the top.

I dangle my legs off the bed asking out of curiosity. "What is it, Georgie?"

He hands it to me and a smirk meets my lips at hearing Missy outside the door. "Did you cry when you saw it?"

Georgie glanced at me as I held my hand over my mouth to conceal my laughter caused by his little sister. "No"

Missy asks in a high pitched voice. "Why not?"

Georgie tells her annoyed. "Because it's not that big of a deal". I couldn't stop the words from coming out as I playfully grinned at the boy I'm dating as he placed it on his wall with a small tack. "Not a big deal, huh Georgie."

He shook his head no saying I wasn't helping him hide the fact. "Did you hang it on your wall?" Missy's voice called through the door and I flopped back on his bed cackling in laughter.

Georgie told her as she kept singing it on the other side of his bedroom door. "Get out of here!"

He comes over to me, sitting beside me as I keep laughing until he tells me amazed at himself. "I got an A, y/n" I finally controlled my laughter to roll on my side to face him, grinning big. "I shouldn't say this but...I told you so."

He rolled his eyes pulling me up on his lap to kiss me playfully. "Come'ere, darlin'." I smiled poking him lightly. "Ok my smart texan" We fell back on the bed making out along with laughs.

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Someone great 💚 P1 💚

Loki x Divorced!Female Reader

18+ | Contains swearing, eventual smut, angst, ex husband, alcohol, probably some more please let me know if I leave anything major out x THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A FUNERAL

There’s something almost poetic about a funeral; the way it brings people together. It is the saddest occasion and yet we still celebrate it with excuses such as that’s what they would have wanted, this is the way I want to go but in reality, would we really care? Do we care who attends our funeral or is it more about who was present in our lives. Who was at the hospital when we were giving birth. Who babysat the child. Who attended our wedding, the child’s christening, the dinner party you announced your divorce at. Surely it’s about the times the people were present whilst you were living as opposed to how many people in attendance at your final goodbye. You sat as the priest gave his speech, content with sitting away from Bucky until his mother decided to practically blow her nose on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry for your loss Winni.” You comforted Bucky’s mum, putting an arm around her.

“N-no—call me mother.” She sobbed harder into your embrace. Despite you and Bucky being divorced now, Winnifred Barnes still insisted that you called her mother or mom. It made you uncomfortable considering the fact that you and Bucky weren’t together anymore but what was even more weird was the fact that she didn’t request you call her that whilst you actually were married to her son. Perhaps she really was on your side after the divorce.

“Of course, mother.” You answered awkwardly, it was the least you could do considering that it was her sisters funeral.

“Would anyone else like to say their goodbyes to Sheila?” The priest asked once he had finished his speech. The room was silent, no one having anything else to say. You almost relaxed under the awkward silence before your eyes rounded seeing Olivia standing to her feet and dashing towards the front before touching the closed casket and giggling.

“I winnn!” She exclaimed. Before you could jump to your own feet, Bucky was already picking her up and taking her back to her seat whilst Winni sobbed even harder. You continued comforting her whilst the priest cleared his throat. You were happy to let Bucky discipline her until you heard another voice.

“Sit down and behave.” Alexis scolded.

“Excuse me.” You spoke, turning Winnie’s head towards her mute husband, who’s side you weren’t sure favoured, George’s shoulder. Standing to your feet, you walked down the pew before heading down the isle and making your way towards where Bucky and his new girlfriend were sitting. “I’ll discipline her myself if you don’t mind.” You scoffed, looking down at Alexis.

“I have it under control.” Bucky interrupted.

“Yeah, sure looks like it.” You said, rolling your eyes as you grabbed Olivia and made your way back towards Winni. You ignored the stares from the rest of Bucky’s family and friends as you walked. They were probably laughing to themselves, the irony. Last time they saw you walking down an isle, it was to marry Bucky. It’s crazy how fickle declarations of love could be. You sat down, Olivia on your lap as the priest finished the service, moving on from the small interruption.

After the service, there was a reception in the hall where like most funerals, guests could get drunk and question the authenticity of half the other guests. Someone was always someone the deceased worked with or complimented once meaning they were allowed to mourn alongside the family as if their hearts were broken too. You sat at the bar whilst Olivia played with the other children. Bucky was watching her nearby so you didn’t have to pay too much attention to her. Lifting your glass, you dedicated your drink to aunt Sheila. Staring at nothing in particular, you thought about the conversation you had with Bucky a couple of weeks ago.

“Please tell me you’ll come.” Bucky asked pleadingly.

“Of course I’ll come, you know I loved Sheila.” You assured, running your hand over Bucky’s arm reassuringly. He had just lost his aunt, he was grieving. His eyes focused on your movements before they met yours. There was a silence between you both as you looked into one another’s eyes.

“Thank you.” He smiled, breaking the silence. You nodded in response, still looking into one another’s eyes. “And Alexis will be there.” He added causing you to look away. Of course she’d be there. Bucky’s new plaything.

“What’s the matter? And don’t tell me someone’s died.”

The intrusion caught you off guard leaving you almost choking on your drink.

“Loki.” You smiled, turning to face him. “How are you?”

“You know, same old same old.” He answered, sitting next to you at the bar. Loki was an old friend who you and Bucky used to work alongside. It was how you all met. Despite having lost contact with Loki, you knew he and Bucky were still close. “I always thought Sheila would outlive us all.” He sighed.

“So did I.” You smiled sadly as Loki ordered his drink, you really did love Sheila.

“So what’s wrong, why are you sitting here alone?” He asked. You were about to answer until Olivia interrupted, running towards you.

“Hey sweets, what’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Wow look at her, she’s all grown up.” Loki smiled, looking down at her.

“Yeah.” You laughed.

“I want a drink” Olivia spoke “please.” She quickly added. You reached over the bar, grabbing a capri-sun before opening it and giving it to her. Without so much as a thank you, she trotted back towards her dad. “THANKYOU!” She quickly shouted, turning back towards you.

“I see Barnes has handled the divorce well.” Loki broke the silence as you watched Olivia spin around with Bucky and Alexis.

“Yeah” you answered “blonde, bigger boobs—you know your body changes after childbirth.” You huffed.

“I think your boobs are fine.” He offered politely.

“Thanks.” You snorted.

“Regardless, he’ll get bored once he realises there’s nothing past the blonde hair.” He added, making you laugh. “I’m being serious, that’s why Thor has never been able to maintain a relationship.”

“Oh yeah, how is your brother?” You asked between laughs.

“Very much single.”

“Us single Pringles must stick together.” You joked, laughs dying down. “It was nice seeing you again Loki.”

“And you.” He nodded curtly. “If you ever wanted to meet up or go out—”

“Oh no” you interrupted him “between being a mother and—”

“Take my number anyways? Just incase you have any free time of course.” He asked.

“Ok sure.” You decided, getting your phone out and handing it to Loki. Taking it, he put his number in it, saving it with a little green heart next to his name before being swept away by a group of older ladies. Laughing to yourself, you focused your attention back onto Olivia, Bucky and boobs. He had moved on, why couldn’t you? Downing your drink, you ordered another. Funerals you sighed.

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Hard Day’s Night (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Miles has been to hell and back, but you never fail to show him what heaven looks like

BIG SMUT WARNING!!!!!!! 18+ only, minors DO NOT INTERACT

Miles ran a hand through his hair, hoping to God the other desk clerk would show up for his shift. Every last square inch of him ached, his head, his neck, his feet and his shoulders. His eyes had begun to sting, the weight of the previous night on his mind along with the nightmare that had kept him up until sunrise.

“Miles?” asked a familiar voice, a low southern drawl that was only heard every so often throughout the hotel.

Miles snapped awake when he felt the hand tapping his elbow. “George, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t even know I was asleep.”

“Son, it’s perfectly alright, I understand,” Mr. Lawson assured him. “I didn’t sleep so well myself.”

Miles felt a little better but the embarrassment still lingered, hanging over his head like a little shadow that followed him everywhere. “I take it Richie didn’t show up?” Miles croaked.

“No and I think today’s the day I’m gonna cut him loose,” George answered sternly. “I can understand being absent for lengthy periods of time for health or family reasons, but the other day somebody caught the little devil out back smoking that skunk grass some of the longhaired folk like to smoke.”

“Was it you?” Miles asked him. “Maybe Tripp? Or Dan?”

“No, no it uh....it was Chase, that longhair who we took on as a groundskeeper,” Mr. Lawson explained. “He said he went to go and get some fresh air with his son this morning and could smell it behind the dumpster.”

Miles laughed a little. His new friend Chase, had been known to smoke the grass every once in a while, but in front of his own kids? He had told Miles he’d rather get shot than do that in front of them. Miles had been glad that Chase had taken Benny and Arlo for the weekend, but wished he could be spending more time with his parents and his son.

And especially you.

You had been on his mind all day and for the better part of the afternoon, the littlest things about you filling his mind to keep the stress from getting under his skin. Even now, six years after your marriage, you still gave Miles the feeling of butterflies in the stomach every time he saw you walk into a room.

Miles reluctantly clocked out only when George jokingly told Miles he’d beat him blue if he didn’t take a long weekend. Lucky for him, the Fourth was right around the corner which meant all the city dwellers would be coming to Lake Tahoe for the fireworks and celebrations that would last anywhere between three days and a week.

Miles shuffled his way back to the living quarters he shared with you, his parents taking up residence on the other side of the wall during the season. Miles heaved a sigh when he noticed the room was empty, the tears starting to fall from his eyes. He knew most days you wandered off on your own, sometimes heading off on the hiking trail near the hotel or heading downtown for just a few minutes. Yet somehow, the stress of the day had really gotten to him, weighing him down a little more than normal and making him feel as though he had fallen and hurt himself.

Miles went straight to the bathroom and ran the hot water, sitting on the edge of the tub as he pulled off his shoes, socks, jacket and tie. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on his white shirt, his eyelids heavy from the lack of sleep and the weight still sitting heavy on his shoulders. As soon as he slipped in and turned off the hot water, he felt it all melting away from his muscles, the aches and pains washing right away.

Miles felt his eyes fluttering shut, unable to fight the urge to sleep any longer, his heartbeat and breathing relaxing as he sank further into the water. It was only a second that he had seen the jungle, the rice paddies and the villages where his platoon had been, the people that dwelled there and the baby girl he had helped take care of while her mother and father were being treated by the company medic.

But soon, Miles’s dreams had turned to something better, memories of you, those long summer days and nights spent swimming in Lake Tahoe and of course, the hot, rainy summer night when Benny had been born. Miles felt his heart skip a beat when the memory of that night came flooding back, how shaky he had been, holding his precious little son who was already running and talking back at him.

When he finally awoke, Miles felt much less achy, a little heavy headed but feeling much better as he wrapped the towel around his waist. He went straight to the sink and ran the hot water again, pulling out his old shave kit from the Army that he had kept as an “heirloom”. Bullshit you little knucklehead.....he laughed to himself. You stole it right out from under their noses......

God it felt good when the coolness of the shaving cream hit his jaw, cheeks and neck, slathering it on until he had a coat of it thin enough to get rid of the stubble. It wasn’t until he had finished, washed off his face and put everything away in the medicine cabinet, that he felt a familiar sensation between his shoulders along with a mischievous giggle that reached his ears.

“Hi handsome,” you purred.

“And where have you been all day Mrs. Miller?” he chuckled.

“Out on the trail, looking for plants,” you answered, pressing another kiss to the bare skin on his back.

Miles’s hand trailed to yours as your arms coiled around his waist. “Doing better?” you asked him.

“Much better,” Miles sighed. “I slept a little after I clocked out. Still feel a little achy though.”

You kissed the spot again. “You want me to make you feel better?”

Miles felt his heart jump inside his chest. In those short six years of marriage, he knew what this usually led to. “Y-you want to?” he stammered. He was lucky he didn’t still have the shaving razor in his hand.

“Baby, you took care of me when I was in labor with Benny and after he was born,” you purred. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Miles felt the goosebumps beginning to prick on his skin as you ran your warm hands along his sides, his eyes shutting in complete bliss as your hands slowly went from his sides to his hips, trailing along his stomach and right to his crotch where he felt your hand gently wrapping around his length. Miles let out a blissful moan as you began working away, your gentle hands guiding him into that high that he knew he could only experience with you.

Your voice whispered sweet nothings in his ear as your hand worked away at the now evident hardness inside the towel wrapped around his waist. Miles could feel the heat flaring in his face, his hands, his chest and his stomach as you whispered those sweet but dirty words in his ear.

“Am I being good for you?” you whispered. “Hmm? Am I being good for my handsome guy?”

“You’re too good to me,” Miles whimpered, his mouth parted in complete bliss.

“Oh baby,” you murmured. “You’re being such a good boy for me.”

Miles could feel himself chasing that familiar high, your touches making the butterflies in his stomach almost overwhelming as he keened into your touch. His soft moans and whimpers were music to your ears as your hand worked away at his hardness. Your fingers had begun to feel a little wet, but that was nothing compared to the wetness that was beginning to build between your legs.

“You want a taste of me don’t you?” you cooed. “You want a taste of your pretty little wifey?”

Miles couldn’t take it anymore. He suddenly turned right around, picked you right up and stuck you on the edge of the sink, burying his face in your neck and dying to get a taste of you. You gasped when you felt that hardness enter you and so didn’t Miles.

“Baby,” he murmured as his lips trailed down the curve of your neck. “You’re so perfect......gotta get a taste of you honey.”

You felt him rutting into you, going deeper and deeper until you felt his hips closing against yours, the space between you practically nonexistent. Miles picked you right up off the edge of the sink and carried you straight to the bedroom, laying you down carefully with him still on top of you. He quickly attached himself to your neck but soon rolled onto his back with you straddling his waist on top of him.

“What do you want baby?” you asked him.

“You,” Miles whimpered.

You made a face as if he hadn’t heard you. “What do you want Miles?”

“You....”

“No......what do you want?”

“YOU!” Miles blurted out as a tear fell from his gentle blue eyes and his chin trembled a little.

You smiled lovingly at him as you took his hands in yours, placing them on your hips, slowly swaying back and forth on his throbbing cock, reveling in the soft whimpering and moaning that came from your husband, more so when you began sucking and gently biting at his chest. You felt him thrust up into you when your lips and your tongue brushed against his nipples. Finally, you felt him spill himself right into you, both of you riding out your high until you guided each other back down.

Miles sat himself up, still inside you as he pulled you close to his chest, his nose nuzzling against your reddened cheeks before he placed a kiss on each one. “You’re amazing,” he murmured.

You wanted to answer him but your head was almost spinning as Miles laid you on your back. When you tried to squirm off of his cock, he gently stopped you. “No, no baby,” he pleaded. “Please....please stay.”

You couldn’t say no, not to the pleading look in those eyes. You both laid on your sides, your gazes locked together with the two of you still joined together at the hips.

“Do you remember the last time we were like this?” Miles whispered, brushing a lock of your hair out of your face.

You smiled, recalling the memories in the back of your mind. “I couldn’t forget it if I tried,” you laughed.

“One gorgeous summer day,” Miles murmured. “Six years ago, the two of us.....my mother and father embarrassing the ever living hell out of us. It all led to the best things that ever happened to me.....you and Benny.”

You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips before he nuzzled your face. “I love you Miles,” you whispered.

“I love you too Mrs. Miller,” Miles replied. “I always will.”

#bad times at the el royale #miles miller #miles miller x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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Alright imma place in some HC here.

Of every part I've watched so far.

Part 1

Poco and his sister, are living happily, with a farm and still visits the Joestars from time to time

Jonathan watches over Erina even after death

Erina named her son George because Jonathan probably wanted to name their son after his father

Speedwagon was a great uncle figure to George ll

Part 2.

Joseph x Ceasar isn't canon nor do I ship it(not as much but its a cute ship), I think that Joseph and Ceasar had feelings for eachother

Susie Q wasn't able to send the letter to Joseph's family because Joseph was having mental problems and Susie prioritized him first

Joseph gave Ceasar a proper Burial with Ceasars siblings finally knowing what had happened

Joseph taught Ceasar's younger siblings a little bit of hamon

Lisa Lisa was strict on Joseph because she didn't want to grow attached to him, so that he won't feel that much pain or sorrow when she dies.

Smokey is a Descendant of Poco

Part 3 (get ready cause there's a lot.)

Jotaro shows affection by aggressive words if not he'll do it through actions. Such as. Buying Joseph a very expensive watch.

Jotaro learned his cigarette tricks through Lisa Lisa

How Jotaro found his mom was because I wanted his goodbye kiss from her lol

Kakyoin got his pajamas from Joseph.

Avdol is a father figure to both teens

Polnareff treats Kakyoin as a YOUNGER brother

Avdol was the one who told Kakyoin not to tell Polnareff he was alive because Avdol knew Polnareff was a blabber mouth

Holly was connecting dots when she saw Jotaro saving Kakyoin's life like "could it possibly be that my son is more into men?"

Holly while taking care of Kakyoin while Jotaro was out (Jotaro probably went back to school or wandered around tokyo) Holly told Kakyoin that Jotaro isn't something's who is good with words

Holly also taught/gave Kakyoin some cooking recipes.

Kakyoin wanted to tell Avdol that Dio could be in Egypt but Avdol runs very Quickly and Kakyoin had a hard time catching up

Kakyoin always greets Hierophant green good morning

Jotaro has to fix his pants every few hours because it's loose (he literally has 2 belts to keep them up)

Kakyoin notices that Jotaro has a hard time with his pants so Kakyoin helps adjust them alittle

Both Kakyoin and Jotaro were bullied growing up (because in Japan a single or small thing that makes you different the whole place will start treating you like an outcast like being half Japanese or having red hair because if you act differently from everyone they will think you are crazy)

Jotaro started becoming delinquent at 13-14 because somebody thought his mother was a cheating woman, basically she was harassed because of rumors (So in order to protect his mother, he became delinquent in order to stop Harasser from approaching his mom. So if they approach her they have to go through his first.)

Kakyoin has a very different eye color from both his parents because it's a mix of Gene's that made his eyes very different

Kakyoin unconditionally adapted Holly's personality (for my proof, when Kakyoin got his Eyes damaged he told a story from back in middle school about baseball, but then the next time we see him asking the doctor if he can leave soon the nurse asks him if he's okay and he answers with "yes, the painkillers you gave me are working") basically he doesn't like it when people worry about him

Kakyoin hates his red hair growing up

Kakyoin met sherry once (his parents probably like traveling that's why he was in Egypt so I think he's been to France before) he met sherry once and helped her on her way back home even though he made himself get losted.

Kakyoin's stand ability "doll possession" wasn't the first time he's used it, he used it before to try and befriend someone but he felt bad so he stopped.

Jotaro started liking the ocean when they were being under attack by a stand when they were under the water swimming to the surface to get to Egypt, the reason why he started liking it was because he saw Kakyoin's hair and saw how beautiful it looked flowing in the ocean with the sun reflecting it making it look magical for Jotaro

Avdol and Kakyoin had a talk about stands

Kakyoin asked Avdol how he adjusted to his stand and Avdol told him how and Kakyoin starts admiring Avdol like he always has but this time with envy

Jotaro fell in love with Kakyoin when he saw Kakyoin walk down the stairs but he didn't know it yet

Same goes for Kakyoin but after the fleshbud

Kakyoin doesn't know how friendships work

Joseph See's Kakyoin as another Grandson

At death 13 Jotaro wanted to tell Kakyoin that he believed him but Kakyoin fainted already

Both Jotaro and Kakyoin are demi romantic

Kakyoin when he's sad doesn't sleep, he watches the stars instead

Polnareff and Kakyoin whenever they share a room the two of them from time to time would have a pillow fight

Jotaro and Polnareff were once able to get Kakyoin drunk and smoke cigarettes

While Kakyoin was drunk Polnareff spiked Jotaro's drink and got Jotaro drunk as well hence forth Noriaki and Jotaro kissed once but Noriaki doesn't remember

Kakyoin only paints beautiful things. (He painted Jotaro at least a second time)

Avdol was the first to notice who had feelings between everyone

After Avdol and iggy's death Kakyoin probably wanted to destroy the mansion and let all the sun get in just so they can find DIO quickly.

Hierophant can show Kakyoin the future and hierophant showed Kakyoin his death and Noriaki just accepted it

Kakyoin felt so scared against Dio but he wanted to give Jotaro an advantage

Spw did not let Jotaro go to Kakyoin's funeral or memorial so Jotaro has a make-shift grave for Kakyoin, Avdol and Iggy

When jotaro first met his wife her hair was dyed brunette (or manga wise her hair IS brunette and she dyed it Blonde)

Jotaro is sleep deprived

When Dio told Jotaro that he already dealt with Kakyoin, Jotaro was already getting pissed.

Jotaro did not believe that Dio already took care of Kakyoin, so when he found out that Dio wasn't lying he tried reviving Kakyoin the same way he did with Joseph but Kakyoin was already gone, they also tried turning him into the robot body like Strohiem but Kakyoin was already gone

The reason why Kakyoin didn't get the golden clouds scene is because Kakyoin rose with the sun

Part 4 (yes this will include Kakyoin because I'll never let go of him)

Josuke gets mixed feelings of Jotaro sometimes

Rohan became a mangaka to inspire people but also because he met Kakyoin once and was inspired

Koichi and everyone in Morioh remember who Kakyoin is because he was a high achiever and was always on top of his class

Koichi didn't get a stand from the arrow it was just unawakened

Josuke and Rohan have fights often but they enjoy it some times they don't know why

Jotaro has a picture of the SDC gang everywhere he goes he doesn't wanna lose it

Jotaro has ptsd

When Koichi got donut by Kira he met all the Jobros but doesn't remember

Noriaki was babysat by Reimi once w/ Rohan

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Saint George the Great Martyr

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The Holy Great Martyr George the Victory-Bearer, was a native of Cappadocia (a district in Asia Minor), and he grew up in a deeply believing Christian family. His father was martyred for Christ when George was still a child. His mother, owning lands in Palestine, moved there with her son and raised him in strict piety.

When he became a man, Saint George entered into the service of the Roman army. He was handsome, brave and valiant in battle, and he came to the notice of the emperor Diocletian (284-305) and joined the imperial guard with the rank of comites, or military commander.

The pagan emperor, who did much for the restoration of Roman might, was clearly concerned with the danger presented to pagan civilization by the triumph of the Crucified Savior, and intensified his persecution against the Christians in the final years of his reign. Following the advice of the Senate at Nicomedia, Diocletian gave all his governors full freedom in their court proceedings against Christians, and he promised them his full support.

Saint George, when he heard the decision of the emperor, distributed all his wealth to the poor, freed his servants, and then appeared in the Senate. The brave soldier of Christ spoke out openly against the emperor’s designs. He confessed himself a Christian, and appealed to all to acknowledge Christ: “I am a servant of Christ, my God, and trusting in Him, I have come among you voluntarily, to bear witness concerning the Truth.”

“What is Truth?” one of the dignitaries asked, echoing the question of Pontius Pilate. The saint replied, “Christ Himself, Whom you persecuted, is Truth.”

Stunned by the bold speech of the valiant warrior, the emperor, who had loved and promoted George, attempted to persuade him not to throw away his youth and glory and honors, but rather to offer sacrifice to the gods as was the Roman custom. The confessor replied, “Nothing in this inconstant life can weaken my resolve to serve God.”

Then by order of the enraged emperor the armed guards began to push Saint George out of the assembly hall with their spears, and they then led him off to prison. But the deadly steel became soft and it bent, just as the spears touched the saint’s body, and it caused him no harm. In prison they put the martyr’s feet in stocks and placed a heavy stone on his chest.

The next day at the interrogation, powerless but firm of spirit, Saint George again answered the emperor, “You will grow tired of tormenting me sooner than I will tire of being tormented by you.” Then Diocletian gave orders to subject Saint George to some very intense tortures. They tied the Great Martyr to a wheel, beneath which were boards pierced with sharp pieces of iron. As the wheel turned, the sharp edges slashed the saint’s naked body.

At first the sufferer loudly cried out to the Lord, but soon he quieted down, and did not utter even a single groan. Diocletian decided that the tortured one was already dead, and he gave orders to remove the battered body from the wheel, and then went to a pagan temple to offer thanks.

At this very moment it got dark, thunder boomed, and a voice was heard: “Fear not, George, for I am with you.” Then a wondrous light shone, and at the wheel an angel of the Lord appeared in the form of a radiant youth. He placed his hand upon the martyr, saying to him, “Rejoice!” Saint George stood up healed.

When the soldiers led him to the pagan temple where the emperor was, the emperor could not believe his own eyes and he thought that he saw before him some other man or even a ghost. In confusion and in terror the pagans looked Saint George over carefully, and they became convinced that a miracle had occurred. Many then came to believe in the Life-Creating God of the Christians.

Two illustrious officials, Saints Anatolius and Protoleon, who were secretly Christians, openly confessed Christ. Immediately, without a trial, they were beheaded with the sword by order of the emperor. Also present in the pagan temple was Empress Alexandra, the wife of Diocletian, and she also knew the truth. She was on the point of glorifying Christ, but one of the servants of the emperor took her and led her off to the palace.

The emperor became even more furious. He had not lost all hope of influencing Saint George, so he gave him over to new and fiercesome torments. After throwing him into a deep pit, they covered it over with lime. Three days later they dug him out, but found him cheerful and unharmed. They shod the saint in iron sandals with red-hot nails, and then drove him back to the prison with whips. In the morning, they led him back to the interrogation, cheerful and with healed feet, and the emperor asked if he liked his shoes. The saint said that the sandals had been just his size. Then they beat him with ox thongs until pieces of his flesh came off and his blood soaked the ground, but the brave sufferer, strengthened by the power of God, remained unyielding.

The emperor concluded that the saint was being helped by magic, so he summoned the sorcerer Athanasius to deprive the saint of his miraculous powers, or else poison him. The sorcerer gave Saint George two goblets containing drugs. One of them would have quieted him, and the other would kill him. The drugs had no effect, and the saint continued to denounce the pagan superstitions and glorify God as before.

When the emperor asked what sort of power was helping him, Saint George said, “Do not imagine that it is any human learning which keeps me from being harmed by these torments. I am saved only by calling upon Christ and His Power. Whoever believes in Him has no regard for tortures and is able to do the things that Christ did” (John 14:12). Diocletian asked what sort of things Christ had done. The Martyr replied, “He gave sight to the blind, cleansed the lepers, healed the lame, gave hearing to the deaf, cast out demons, and raised the dead.”

Knowing that they had never been able to resurrect the dead through sorcery, nor by any of the gods known to him, and wanting to test the saint, the emperor commanded him to raise up a dead person before his eyes. The saint retorted, “You wish to tempt me, but my God will work this sign for the salvation of the people who shall see the power of Christ.”

When they led Saint George down to the graveyard, he cried out, “O Lord! Show to those here present, that You are the only God in all the world. Let them know You as the Almighty Lord.” Then the earth quaked, a grave opened, the dead one emerged from it alive. Having seen with their own eyes the Power of Christ, the people wept and glorified the true God.

The sorcerer Athanasius, falling down at the feet of Saint George, confessed Christ as the All-Powerful God and asked forgiveness for his sins, committed in ignorance. The obdurate emperor in his impiety thought otherwise. In a rage, he commanded both Athanasius and the man raised from the dead to be beheaded, and he had Saint George again locked up in prison.

The people, weighed down with their infirmities, began to visit the prison and they there received healing and help from the saint. A certain farmer named Glycerius, whose ox had collapsed, also visited him. The saint consoled him and assured him that God would restore his ox to life. When he saw the ox alive, the farmer began to glorify the God of the Christians throughout all the city. By order of the emperor, Saint Glycerius was arrested and beheaded.

The exploits and the miracles of the Great Martyr George had increased the number of the Christians, therefore Diocletian made a final attempt to compel the saint to offer sacrifice to the idols. They set up a court at the pagan temple of Apollo. On the final night the holy martyr prayed fervently, and as he slept, he saw the Lord, Who raised him up with His hand, and embraced him. The Savior placed a crown on Saint George’s head and said, “Fear not, but have courage, and you will soon come to Me and receive what has been prepared for you.”

In the morning, the emperor offered to make Saint George his co-administrator, second only to himself. The holy martyr with a feigned willingness answered, “Caesar, you should have shown me this mercy from the very beginning, instead of torturing me. Let us go now to the temple and see the gods you worship.”

Diocletian believed that the martyr was accepting his offer, and he followed him to the pagan temple with his retinue and all the people. Everyone was certain that Saint George would offer sacrifice to the gods. The saint went up to the idol, made the Sign of the Cross and addressed it as if it were alive: “Are you the one who wants to receive from me sacrifice befitting God?”

The demon inhabiting the idol cried out, “I am not a god and none of those like me is a god, either. The only God is He Whom you preach. We are fallen angels, and we deceive people because we are jealous.”

Saint George cried out, “How dare you remain here, when I, the servant of the true God, have entered?” Then noises and wailing were heard from the idols, and they fell to the ground and were shattered.

There was general confusion. In a frenzy, pagan priests and many of the crowd seized the holy martyr, tied him up, and began to beat him. They also called for his immediate execution.

The holy empress Alexandra tried to reach him. Pushing her way through the crowd, she cried out, “O God of George, help me, for You Alone are All-Powerful.” At the feet of the Great Martyr the holy empress confessed Christ, Who had humiliated the idols and those who worshipped them.

Diocletian immediately pronounced the death sentence on the Great Martyr George and the holy Empress Alexandra, who followed Saint George to execution without resisting. Along the way she felt faint and slumped against a wall. There she surrendered her soul to God.

Saint George gave thanks to God and prayed that he would also end his life in a worthy manner. At the place of execution the saint prayed that the Lord would forgive the torturers who acted in ignorance, and that He would lead them to the knowledge of Truth. Calmly and bravely, the holy Great Martyr George bent his neck beneath the sword, receiving the crown of martyrdom on April 23, 303.

The pagan era was coming to an end, and Christianity was about to triumph. Within ten years, Saint Constantine (May 21) would issue the Edict of Milan, granting religious freedom to Christians.

Of the many miracles worked by the holy Great Martyr George, the most famous are depicted in iconography. In the saint’s native city of Beirut were many idol-worshippers. Outside the city, near Mount Lebanon, was a large lake, inhabited by an enormous dragon-like serpent. Coming out of the lake, it devoured people, and there was nothing anyone could do, since the breath from its nostrils poisoned the very air.

On the advice of the demons inhabiting the idols, the local ruler came to a decision. Each day the people would draw lots to feed their own children to the serpent, and he promised to sacrifice his only daughter when his turn came. That time did come, and the ruler dressed her in her finest attire, then sent her off to the lake. The girl wept bitterly, awaiting her death. Unexpectedly for her, Saint George rode up on his horse with spear in hand. The girl implored him not to leave her, lest she perish.

The saint signed himself with the Sign of the Cross. He rushed at the serpent saying, “In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” Saint George pierced the throat of the serpent with his spear and trampled it with his horse. Then he told the girl to bind the serpent with her sash, and lead it into the city like a dog on a leash.

The people fled in terror, but the saint halted them with the words: “Don’t be afraid, but trust in the Lord Jesus Christ and believe in Him, since it is He Who sent me to save you.” Then the saint killed the serpent with a sword, and the people burned it outside the city. Twenty-five thousand men, not counting women and children, were then baptized. Later, a church was built and dedicated to the Most Holy Theotokos and the Great Martyr George.

Saint George went on to become a talented officer and to amaze the world by his military exploits. He died before he was thirty years old. He is known as Victory Bearer, not only for his military achievements, but for successfully enduring martyrdom. As we know, the martyrs are commemorated in the dismissal at the end of Church services as “the holy, right victorious martyr....”

Saint George was the patron saint and protector of several of the great builders of the Russian state. Saint Vladimir’s son, Yaroslav the Wise (in holy Baptism George), advanced the veneration of the saint in the Russian Church. He built the city of Yuriev [i.e., “of Yurii.” “Yurii” is the diminutive of “George”, as “Ivan” is of “John”], he also founded the Yuriev monastery at Novgorod, and he built a church of Saint George the Victory Bearer at Kiev.

The day of the consecration of Saint George’s Church in Kiev, November 26, 1051 by Saint Hilarion, Metropolitan of Kiev and All Rus, has entered into the liturgical treasury of the Church as a special church feastday. Yuriev Day is beloved by the Russian people as an “autumn Feast of Saint George.”

The name of Saint George was also borne by the founder of Moscow, Yurii Dolgoruky (+ 1157), who was the builder of many churches dedicated to Saint George, and the builder of the city of Yuriev-Polsk. In the year 1238 the heroic fight of the Russian nation against the Mongol Horde was led by the Great Prince Yurii (George) Vsevolodovich of Vladimir (February 4), who fell at the Battle at the Sita River. His memory, like that of Igor the Brave, and defender of his land, was celebrated in Russian spiritual poems and ballads.

The first Great Prince of Moscow, when Moscow had become the center of the Russian Land, was Yurii Danilovich (+ 1325), the son of Saint Daniel of Moscow, and grandson of Saint Alexander Nevsky. From that time Saint George the Victory Bearer, depicted as a horseman slaying the serpent, appeared on Moscow’s coat of arms, and became an emblem of the Russian state. This has strengthened Russia’s connections with Christian nations, and especially with Iberia (Georgia, the Land of Saint George).

(www.oca.org/saints/lives/2015/…)

Saint George the Victory Bearer and Great Martyr, pray for us!

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❥ evermore | year one, chapter one

pairing: george weasley x oc genre: friends to lovers! warnings: unedited word count: 2.4k masterlist: evermore next chapter: chapter two

IT WAS A cloudy day, cloudier than usual some would say, but the two girls walking along diagon alley paid no mind. both identical, the one with shorter, brown hair was busy dragging her twin sister by her arm towards a display window with a broom in it.

"look, esis! the new nimbus 2000!" she exclaimed, pointing out the sleek, beautifully polished broomstick for her sister. "it's just a broom, lovey." the nonchalant response from 'esis' receives an offended gasp from 'lovey'.

"just a broom, my arse!"

"lovelynn!" her cussing causes their mother to give them a word of warning paired with a threatening glare. lovelynn shrinks, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. "sorry, mum." she apologised as her younger sister, genesis, stifled a giggle.

the heath family were out and about, shopping for the girls' school supplies as they'd receive their hogwarts letter a day before. their mother, irene, was beyond ecstatic and their father, richard, was excited. not just for his daughters but also for the fact it gave him a reason to visit the wizarding world more than usual. "gosh, this is all so fascinating!" he said as he clung to his wife's arm, a giddy smile on his face. irene smiled at his reaction, even after years of being together and her telling him all there is to know about magic, he still acts like a kid in a candy store when surrounded by it.

the youngest and only son of the heath family wore a bored expression. "why do i need to come along again?" 10-year old michael asked, his arms crossed the entire time. "well, why do you need to be such a little snotty brat again- ow!" lovelynn rubbed the area of her arm where her sister pinched her, "because it'll be a good experience for you." genesis tells him, giving his shoulder a light pat.

irene ushered the girls towards her, "now, you two will go get your wands." the golden-haired woman told them, "your brother, dad and i will go get your books. then, we'll be off to go get a pet for the both of you." the hint of getting only one pet makes the older of the twins groan. "we're sharing a pet?" irene grinned, "ever the observer, aren't you, lovey?" she teased her and lovelynn rolled her eyes.

the family separated and made their ways to their respective shops. the twins walked in peaceful silence, not having much to talk about. there were only a few times lovelynn would spark up a conversation about what genesis thought her wand was going to be. "d'you think i'm gonna get a dragon heartstring core or a unicorn hair core?" is something along the lines of what she was asking.

when they reached ollivander's wand shop, lovelynn yanked her sister back by the collar of her dress.

"what?" genesis asked, giving her a questioning look.

"maybe we should take turns. to make the experience more... what's the word? ah! mystical!"

with no answer and only an incredulous expression for a reply, lovelynn took that as a yes and pushed her sister to the door. "you go first!" she told her but genesis pushed herself back. "no!" she exclaimed, "i don't want to do this without you, lovey." her long hair swished behind her as she turned frantically to look at lovelynn.

the older's facial features soften, "you're going to have to do a lot of things without me at some point, 'esis. this could be your first step!" she encouraged, "come now, sister mine. i'll be right here staring at you through this window." well, that definitely wasn't creepy. genesis took a deep breath, nodded and entered the shop.

as lovelynn waited for her sister, she leaned her back against the wall of ollivander's. she took peaks into the store every now and then but opted to stop when she saw absolutely nothing going on every time she looked. unbeknownst to her, every time she looked away, a strong gust of wind flew against genesis' hair or sparks shot around whenever she held certain wands.

with a yawn, lovelynn convinced herself to stay put and not abandon her sister unlike that one time when they were eight.

"alright, you're up." at the sound of genesis' voice, the girl jumps before recovering quickly, excited to head inside. when lovelynn went in, genesis stared at the bag she was carrying that held her wand. thinking back to what ollivander said, "witches and wizards who hold this wand rarely ever sway from their beliefs. do you do so, ms. heath?" she didn't answer his question for some reason, couldn't answer his question. only god knows why.

loud exclaims and 'yahoo's were heard from inside the shop before travelling outside as the door opened. "unicorn hair, cypress wood and ten inches, baby!" lovelynn's noisy announcement attracted some unwanted attention and strange looks from people nearby.

"quiet down, lovelynn. you're so loud, i bet even the house-elves at hogwarts could hear you." genesis complained, grabbing her sister by her arm and dragging her towards flourish & blotts. that was how the day of their shopping went, now, let's get on with the best part.

"ugh! i'm going to miss you guys!" lovelynn hugged her parents and brother as tight as she could before releasing them from her death grip. "we're going to miss you too, lovey." genesis was having a hard time. she had her arms crossed and she had averted her gaze towards the train, praying that her tears wouldn't escape her eyes and slide down her cheek.

her mother smiled, "'esis, come here." she called for her, gesturing to come towards her. genesis reluctantly went, hugging her mum close to her. "i know you're scared, but this is for the better. you'll make new friends at hogwarts, and you'll still come back home for christmas break and at the end of the school year." irene's words of comfort didn't go unheard, but the girl just didn't want to say anything. no goodbyes, no 'i'll miss you's, none of that.

she only gave a silent nod as she pulled away, wiping a tear off her cheek with her sleeve. this gave lovelynn the perfect opportunity.

"aww, don't cry, genessy-"

"don't call me that!" genesis exclaimed, shoving her sister harshly. the two began to squabble but their parents and brother paid no mind, it was a common thing after all. the older twin decided to go on ahead when her younger sister was still stalling so she could stay with her parents longer.

"mum, what if there's dogs?"

"it's hogwarts for goodness sake, not a pet shop. right, ricky?" irene nudged her husband with her elbow who frantically nodded, agreeing with his wife. after a bit more convincing, lovelynn boarded the train.

it seemed that stalling was a mistake, because now she couldn't find her twin sister. the panic started to settle in, what was she going to do? she was all alone, the one thing she's been trying to avoid. not to mention her sister could possibly get expelled before even stepping foot in hogwarts. taking her eighth deep breath for the day, she calmed herself down and walked past all the noisy compartments before finding a quiet one with two boys.

sliding the compartment door, genesis looked between the two. "um, sorry, but could i please sit in here? everywhere else is rather full." at her request, the brown-haired boy with dirty, round spectacles smiled.

"of course, come in." he said as the boy with orange hair moved his stuff so she'd have more space to settle down. "thanks. i'm genesis heath." she introduced herself, "i'm ron weasley!" the redhead said with a cheerful disposition, giving her his hand. genesis shook it with her own hand, "i'm harry..." the one with glasses seemed to trail off, looking unsure if he wanted to tell her his last name.

genesis tilted her head, "just harry?" she asked curiously, "harry potter." the girl's eyes widened, "as in the harry potter? as in the boy who lived?" she questioned, excited she was meeting someone who made history. harry looked somewhat scared at her reaction, she was entirely buzzing with questions, anyone could see it.

however, the long-haired brunette caught herself. "oh- uh, sorry. i've just heard amazing stories about you from my mum and i think you're amazing to have survived what you've gone through." she gushed, beaming at him. harry smiled back, "thanks, but i think it was just luck." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"you're lucky, but it can't be just luck, harry. not for the boy who lived." it seems her words struck him in a way, his expression changing to one of deep thought. genesis realised this, "sorry for bringing it up. it wasn't my place." she apologised, feeling as though she might have overstepped some boundaries.

"no, no. it's fine." harry's assurance was cut short when the trolley lady strolled by. "anything from the trolley, dears?" ron gave her a tight-lipped smile before holding up a packed, smushed sandwich. "no, thanks. i'm all set." genesis and harry exchanged looks, "we'll take the lot." he said, fishing out a few gold galleons from his pocket.

and that was the start of the trio's lovely friendship — candy. well, sort of.

"what?!" the two boys exclaimed when genesis declined their offer of sweets and had told them she wasn't the biggest fan of candy. "we let a madwoman in our compartment. we should get out of here, harry." ron joked, making harry let out a small laugh.

genesis only rolled her eyes, "ha-ha, very funny." she simply said, ignoring their jokes. "bertie bott's every flavour beans?" harry read the packaging aloud, "they mean every flavour!" ron exclaimed, "there's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe." genesis explained, taking a bite of her sandwich that her mum had packed for her.

at the sight of harry's expression, ron spoke up. "george swore he got a bogey-flavoured one once!"

"george?" the girl asked, "my older brother. i've got about six other siblings." the redhead's answer has genesis dumbfounded. "six other siblings? wow. i've only got two other siblings and it already feels cramped. can't imagine how you feel." ron only snorts before taking a bite of his own licorice wand.

"yeah, they're a lot to deal with. especially since my brothers, fred and george, they're twins and they're absolutely troublemaking." the girl's eyes widened, "twins? what a coincidence! i'm a twin, too! my sister's the only troublemaker, however." ron's mouth falls slightly open, "that is a humongous coincidence." he says, slowly taking a bite of his pumpkin pastie.

turning to her right, genesis noticed harry looking isolated. "so, harry, who're you staying with?" well, this opened many doors as the boy started telling her all about his horrific aunt, uncle and cousin.

"they sound horrid."

"yeah, they are." harry said with a sigh, "if you want, you can always come over to bournemouth and stay with my family. they're quite welcoming." genesis offered, taking a sip from her water bottle. "too welcoming..." she quietly added, but they both caught it and chuckled.

"thanks, gen. i'll think about your offer." the boy smiled, picking up a packaging of a chocolate frog.

"these aren't real frogs, are they?"

"it's just a spell. besides, it's the cards you want! each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. i've got about 500 m'self." ron explained as harry opened the box. a chocolate frog sprung out of its confinements, jumping onto the window.

"watch it!" ron exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows. "awh, look how cute!" genesis gushed, grinning at the magical creature.

"speak for yourself, frogs give me the ick."

"well, now you give me the ick, weasley." she joked, ron only rolled his eyes as the three watched the frog jump out the window. "oh, that's rotten luck. they've only got one good jump in them to begin with." the redhead commented, frowning.

genesis looked at harry, "what card d'you get, harry?" the girl asked him as his face contorted. "i've got dumbledore!" he told them, overjoyed.

"i got about six o' him." harry looked at ron before looking back at his card, shocked to see the old wizard was gone.

"hey, he's gone!"

"well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" genesis only shook her head at their conversation, too busy staring at the rat on ron's lap. ron notices her looking, "this is scabbers by the way. pathetic, isn't he?" harry and genesis exchange looks once more, "just a little bit." genesis smiled, "fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. want to see?" ron's question makes the two curious and interested, agreeing to see the spell.

the boy pulled out his wand and as he was clearing his throat, about to say the magic words, a girl with brown, bushy hair popped by their door.

"has anyone seen a toad? a boy named neville's lost one." she told them, ron only frowned.

"no."

"oh, are you doing magic?" the girl asked when she saw his wand, "let's see, then." she told him, sounding a bit cocky. with that, ron attempted it once more. "sunshine, daisies, butter mellow..." at the sound of the first sentence of the spell, genesis could already tell ron's brother, fred, was clearly messing with him.

when scabbers didn't turn yellow, obviously, the bushy-haired girl scoffed. "are you sure that's a real spell? well, it's not very good, is it?" her words make ron's eyes widen towards harry and genesis, who only observed their exchange with amused expressions.

the girl continued to boast about her own abilities in magic, even though she hasn't even stepped foot on hogwarts yet, even displaying it by fixing up harry's glasses. that's when she realised who he was and introduced herself as hermione granger.

she turned to genesis, "i'm genesis heath. nice to meet you." hermione smiled at her, shaking the hand she held out. "you three better change into your robes. i expect we'll be arriving soon." and with that, hermione granger left, not without telling ron about the dirt on the side of his nose.

"i like her." genesis stated when she left, a huge grin on her face.

"i don't." ron grumbled, rubbing his nose rather harshly. harry and genesis giggle as they watch him. genesis' panic and anxiety seemed to calm, she'd already make two friends, she'll be fine.

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missmarymaywindsor · 10 months

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I hope you can answer this question I will ask you. What kind of mother was Queen Mary (Mary teck) to her children?

Everyone says she's a cold, bad mother. When her youngest son, Jony, died, I wonder how she came to accept his death. I wonder if she fell into depression. When a mother loses her child, it's so hard to deal with this indescribable pain How did Mary deal with it, then her son George, Duke of the city, and later his son George VI (Duke Albert of York), who became king.

With thank you my dear friend @collarsncrowns for helping me answer this! ♥️

Apologies for your wait in my answering! Hard to believe maybe but I’ve only recently discovered where my askbox is 🙈

The misconceptions are especially evident with Prince John, who according to Churchill’s book as well as other books like Richard Dent’s “The Life of King George V”, Prince John was adored by much of his family including his parents and the King and Queen were not embarrassed by him at all. He was not often in public in an official capacity due to both health reasons and stigmas related to epilepsy at the time. Nevertheless, John absolutely spent time in public throughout his life, albeit in a more “unofficial” sense: he went on outings with friends and family, such as going to sweet shops and (as seen in the above photograph) visiting the London Zoo. In a nutshell, his parents adored him. With all that said though regarding the children, it should be noted that during that time period aristocratic and royal parents often left most of the actual “parenting” to nannies. This is true in the case of Queen Mary as well, but it is noted in Alexandra Churchill’s book that Mary and George did spend more time with their children than most upper class parents tended to during that period.

In regards to John’s death and the Queen’s feelings, it is clear she was extremely saddened. Before she found out he died, she had been writing a letter to Bertie, but when she came back and went to finish the letter after learning of son’s death and visiting him, she could scarcely write much more. She also wrote in her diary something like “am heartbroken” and “miss the child very much indeed”. Before John’s funeral preparations, the King and Queen returned to Wood Farm to sit with their late son at his bedside again, and after the funeral they revisited his grave again just one day later. May saved a lock of Johnnie’s hair and had some of his flowers pressed. She also saved some of his things for his siblings and gave his books to his best friend…the books had the note “in memory of our dear little prince”. George and Mary spent the next several days answering condolence letters and they were in mourning for the next couple months. So although it is not certain if Mary experienced depression, the loss was no doubt devastating.

As for her son George, I am not sure what her reaction was but they were extremely close and she was no doubt heartbroken. In her photo album, shortly after his death, she labeled a recent photo of him with an extra endearment…I think it was “my precious Georgie”. As for Bertie, I know she wasn’t able to attend the funeral but she watched the procession from her window. I believe the story goes that the only time she spoke during the viewing was whispering “there he is”, which at least in my opinion is incredibly sad. Other than that I know she did make a comment how she had lost three sons without being able to properly say goodbye, which is heartbreaking. Again, I am not sure about depression and how Queen Mary coped with the last two sons, but if I were to guess she probably threw herself into her work: WWII at the time of her son George’s death and helping her granddaughter Elizabeth II navigate her new role after the death of Bertie

Hope this helps! ♥️

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Round 1 Part 2: Erina Pendleton

Check out P1: Jonathan Joestar!

It probably would be different under any other circumstances, but you were very much looking forward to your school meeting with George's mom.

You had seen her before of course, she was hard to miss, a tall, elegant lady with her beautiful blonde hair, always dressed to the nines and with a kind and confident smile always illuminating her features.

She was very soft spoken and polite when speaking to you, her son's teacher. And she always made your knees feel weak after sharing a few words with her

So, that evening, you were eagerly waiting for her. Your silly little crush meant nothing, you wouldn't try anything with a married woman.

You first heard Georgie, who ran next to you to greet you with a hug. You wouldn't say it out loud but the boy was probably your favorite student.

Right after him, a gentle knock made you turn your head.

There she was, with her kind smile and bright eyes, greeting you.

You were waiting to see her husband walk in right behind her, but he never came in.

"Will mr Joestar join us later?"

"No, I have Georgie this week," she responded and, after seeing the confused expression on your face, she added, "we're divorced."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t—"

"It's all right," she stopped you by placing her hand on top of yours, "we're on good terms, co-parenting, actually," she added.

The rest of the meeting went well, there was little to say about her son when the child was so well behaved and hardworking.

It was mostly you praising George, who sat on his mother's lap smiling widely, very aware of every word you were saying about him.

Erina thanked you for your work and actually the two of you spent almost an hour just chatting and getting to know each other.

You already liked her before but after this little meeting you felt your crush growing bigger.

At some point, her phone rang and she excused herself, quickly turning down the call.

"Oh my, I didn't realize how late it was," she said, "we should get going,"

"It's fine, it was my last meeting for the day and I don't really have much left to do," you said with a shrug.

She took a look around your classroom and offered to help you tidy up.

"It's the least I can do," she said, not taking no for an answer.

You smiled at her, nodding. You were very pleased to spend a few more minutes with her.

After fifteen minutes your classroom was perfectly tidied and the two of you ready to leave.

You said your good-byes and walked to the parking lot.

"Would you like to have brunch with us tomorrow?" she said right before parting ways.

You stood silent for a few seconds, your brain nearly short-circuiting at her question.

"Sorry, I probably overstepped. I've just been having a hard time meeting new people and you seem so nice—"

"No, not at all! Sorry, it just took me by surprise," you interrupted her, "I'd really like to have brunch with you and Georgie"

She gave you a time and place and waved goodbye at you.

Thinking about how appropriate this relationship was would be a problem for the future you.

#jjba x reader #jjba erina #erina pendleton #erina pendleton x reader #jjba phantom blood x reader #jjba au

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Darrin Bell, a renowned cartoonist and 2019 recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for editorial cartooning, released his graphic memoir “The Talk” on June 6th. Throughout 352 pages, Bell recounts his own personal experiences with racism and expresses the importance of Black families having conversations about racism to prepare their children for the harsh realities of the world.

Bell explained that his motivation for creating “The Talk” stemmed from the tragic murder of George Floyd. Although he had initially been working on a different book, a profound conversation with his editor prompted him to create a work that would speak to this prevailing issue.

During a Q&A with Shelf Awareness Bell explained that he felt compelled to release the book at a time when racial discourse occupied the national spotlight, recognizing the limited duration of time in which the subject would be at the forefront of white Americans’ attention.

Launching “The Talk” with Darrin Bell

Bell drew inspiration for ‘The Talk’ through introspection on his first conversations about racism with his mother at the tender age of six, and its lasting impact on his perspective as a father, prompting him to address the subject with his son.

Bell shared that through brainstorming with his editor regarding the book’s topic he said to her, “I was six when my mom gave me the talk, and my son is six now and I’m having to deal with whether I think he’s ready for it,” to which she responded, “That’s the book.”

Aware that his son would inevitably confront the harsh realities of racism, Bell sought to arm him with the knowledge and understanding necessary to face such challenges head-on.

Initially, he grappled with providing his son honest answers about incidents of racism he inquired about. “I told him the most optimistic thing, which is that maybe this push for justice is finally going to stick, and what I didn’t tell him was that I was thinking of all the times when it didn’t stick,” Bell revealed.

Gary Trudeau, the creator of the Doonesbury comic strip, commended Bell for his ability to provide an invaluable perspective through his book.

“Bell is the Ta-Nehisi Coates of comics, an indispensable explainer of how it feels to grow up in a world that repeatedly treats you as other. The talk with my white sons boiled down to ‘Be kind.’ It’s hard to overstate the distance between that admonition and ‘Stay alive’,” Trudeau said.

Reliving trauma to share triumph

Bell shared that every scene in the book is his favorite. He explained that the first draft of “The Talk” spanned 640 pages and to decrease the page count he kept only his most exceptional work. Drawing and writing about many of the book’s events proved challenging for Bell, as it forced him to relive traumatic moments from his past.

Throughout the memoir, Bell incorporates various illustrations of vicious dogs. He revealed that his first traumatic experience involved being stalked by dogs, and he believed that incorporating them in the book served as a powerful metaphor for the emotional turmoil he endured.

“The feeling I had when those dogs were stalking me was the exact same feeling I had when I was faced with authorities when I would run into the police, and when teachers would come down on me,” Bell shared.

For Bell, the chapter in which he met his wife offered a much-needed sense of solace.

“I was going through all of these incidents that I had spent my whole life trying not to remember. So when I made it through all that dark and traumatic material and made it to the chapter with my wife it felt as if I was falling in love with her all over again,” Bell said.

Validating experiences

Ultimately, Darrin Bell aims to convey a multi-layered message to his readers. He hopes that non-Black readers, as well as those struggling to empathize with the Black community, can utilize his book as a means of stepping into his shoes.

He hopes to empower Black parents who may feel hesitant about discussing racism with their children by offering them courage through his book. Bell revealed that his father struggled to share his experiences and avoided having ‘the talk’.

Now, as a father himself, Bell understands the challenges of approaching such conversations. “He probably looked at me and saw this little kid who was still innocent, and still believed in magic and still believed that the whole world loved him. And he didn’t want to take away any of that innocence,” Bell explains.

Additionally, Bell aspires for his book to validate the experiences of children who can relate to him. He acknowledges that people often dispute accusations of racism, offering alternative explanations to dismiss or downplay these situations. With his memoir, Bell aims to provide children with comfort, assuring them that their experiences are real and not merely figments of their imagination.

#Darrin Bell’s graphic memoir ‘The Talk’ spurs conversations on race #identity #The TAlk #Black Lives Matter #Black Kids Matter #The TALK #the talk that Black Parents have with their kids about white supremacy #systemic racism #racism in america

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The Targ Talk (a review series): House of the Dragon episode 10 (Season finale)

Note: I've decided to write another post about MY overall thoughts about the first season of this show.

[🔥]

-That mother and son moment between Rhaenyra and Luke 😭 I love the queen as a mother, she is never hard towards any of her children. She always makes sure to be there every step of the way. On top all that, my heart aches because I know of the fate of Lucerys, it was a bittersweet moment between them and I will never be able to move on.

-The look on Daemon and Rhaenyra's face when they found out about Viserys' death was EVERYTHING!!! The queen's disbelief and the anger on the prince was *chef's kiss*

-Jacaerys standing up for his mother when Daemon was ignoring his wife, pretty much what Ser Harwin would have done if he was alive.

-Watching Rhaenyra give birth to Visenya while refusing the midwives' help, her pulling the baby out only to find out she was dead, cradling her little dead body, and finally wrapping her corpse while crying was so heart-wrenching! And she did all that on her own. Then the moment Daemon crowned her (with the same crown Viserys I donned), the grieving mother in her was put aside and she became a queen, and it all happened on the SAME FUCKING DAY!

Fun fact: After finding out about Viserys' death and Aegon's coronation, Rhaenyra went into labor. There she shrieked curses, calling down the wrath of the gods upon her half-brothers and stepmother, detailing the torments she would inflict upon them before they let them die. According to Mushroom, she cursed the child inside her, clawing at her belly as Maester Gerardys and her midwife were trying to restrain her and shouting, "Monster, monster, get out, get out, GET OUT!" (Source: Fire & Blood by George RR Martin)

-Speaking of the birthing scene, I love that part that when Rhaenyra was screaming in pain and Syrax was feeling it too 🥺

-I think the difference between the coronations of Aegon and Rhaenyra were night and day. Aegon was crowned in the Dragonpit, in the eyes of the commonfolk who had no idea who he really is and what kind of king he will be. Whilst his sister's coronation, although wasn't done traditionally, was witnessed by her family and the people who were loyal to her WHO, by the way knows what kind of a person she truly is.

-Daemon and Otto meeting at Dragonstone and Rhaenyra appearing with Syrax, and our queen once again preventing a bloody battle, I would love to see Daemon cut off Otto's head though.

Fun fact: It was Grand Maester Orwyle who went to Dragonstone and laid out Aegon's terms and conditions. Rhaenyra heard these terms in stony silence then asked Orwyle if he remembered her father to which he replied, "yes." Then the queen reminded him of who her father named as heir and questioned why Orwyle was serving Aegon. Some accounts say that Orwyle cited the Great Council of 101 as his reasons, then another source said that the dude peed himself while answering to Rhaenyra. Either way, Rhaenyra wasn't satisfied with his answer and stripped him off his chains and gave it to Maester Gerardys. (Source: Fire and Blood by George RR Martin)

-Hi Vermithor! Also, I love that High Valyrian song Daemon was singing.

-Aemond and Vhagar chasing Luke and Arrax was so intense! You can tell Lucerys was scared the shit out of his wits and Arrax sensed that Vhagar was a threat, soooo poor baby spit on granny's face and Vhagar has zero patience for younglings and there you have it. Anyhoo, this scene didn't fall any short of excitement. Oh, and I love Aemond's sapphire eye.

Fun fact: During the battle between Aemond and Lucerys, watchers on the castle walls saw distant blasts and heard a shriek cut the thunder. Then the two beasts were locked together, lighting crackling around them, since Vhagar was five times Arrax's size, so the battle could not have lasted long. Arrax fell, broken and swallowed by the waters of the bay. Then Lucerys' corpse washed up as well and Aemond plucked out his eyes and presented them to Lady Maris on a bed of seaweed. Some say that Vhagar swallowed Lucerys whole, and some claim that Luke survived the ordeal, swam to safety, but lost all his memories and lived out the rest of his days as a simpleminded fisherman. (Source: Fire & Blood by George RR Martin)

-Rhaenyra at the end. I had freaking goosebumps! The anguish, the anger, her eyes telling the audience: There is going to be blood. Her throwing away everything she promised to Viserys to keep the realm as one, and become the vengeful queen who wants nothing but to kill every living Hightower and their allies was AMAZING!

Fun fact: Rhaenyra collapsed when she heard of Luke's death. Joffrey swore vengeance against Aemond and Borros, only the intervention of Corlys and Rhaenys kept the boy from mounting his dragon at once. As the black council sat to consider how to strike back, a raven from Harrenhal arrived, "An eye for an eye, a son for a son," Prince Daemon wrote, "Lucerys shall be avenged." (Source: Fire & Blood by George RR Martin)

-Emma D'Arcy's performance from Rhae's first scene as an adult up to the last was top notch. Emma was able to pull-off Rhaenyra as a woman, a queen, a wife and mother. They are a living example that a talented actor is someone who can portray ANY character, be it a cis-man, woman or a member of the lgbtqia+ community. Y'all are hyping up Rhaenyra so much and I love her too, but let's also give credit to the person who worked so hard to deliver her character.

-That table lighting up was the coolest thing I've seen in this episode, it was so beautiful and it was like watching the opening of HotD. Whoever did that deserves a raise!

[Meh]

-Rhaenyra holding Lucerys' hand for the last time, I was like NOOOOOO MY QUEEN! It's a bad idea, let ravens do their thing. But alas, this boy's ending is tragic just like the rest of his family.

-So prior to episode 10's premiere, I've read a spoiler on twitter about the birthing scene when Rhaenyra was asking for Daemon to be beside her and this motherfucker chose to do something else other than be with his wife. Maybe it had to do with his trauma on Laena's difficult labor and eventual death, he has already seen his first wife and older brother in so much pain…perhaps he couldn't bear to witness such a horrifying incident as this. But like the rest of y'all, I fucking hate that he wasn't beside this wife when she needed him the most, and I curse whoever wrote and assassinated his character. Though, I am glad that they didn't cut the part when Daemon saw Rhaenyra cradling their dead babe, and then he went out and grieved on his own. HBO did him so dirty when they omitted the scene of him comforting his daughters.

-This is connected with what I've said earlier, despite everything that happened she tried her best to prevent bloodshed. But either way, neither the greens nor the blacks would yield to one another, and even if Luke didn't die, war was never out of the question. Like I said in my previous post, Aegon has already won the hearts of the commonfolk, her ascending the iron throne will never not be questioned or challenged. It was a painful reality Rhaenyra failed to acknowledge at first due to her desire to reign in peace (I have nothing against it though, but you get the point).

[WTF]

-THE CHOKING SCENE WAS SO OUT OF PLACE! Daemon Targaryen is a murderer, a crazy bastard, and a ruthless warrior, but it's so fucking out of character of him to suddenly have an outburst simply because Rhaenyra didn't agree with what HE wanted, didn't know about the song of ice and fire, didn't take bullshits from prophecies, and Rhaenyra considering Aegon's terms and conditions (take note: she never said she would yield, but perhaps think of her own ways to negotiate with her brother). Most likely, Daemon would have acted on his own just like what he fucking did at the Stepstones (remember him refusing Viserys' help and did a one-man army stint instead?). I would have understood the banter between husband and wife, but again, there was no part in that conversation where him suddenly grabbing Rhaenyra's neck out of the blue was necessary. He would kill and harm anyone, but NEVER his family and NEVER RHAENYRA! I fucking hate the fact that they wrote Daemon in such a way that all of his redeeming qualities were diminished in a single fucking scene!

-I also hate that they did not include a scene from the book wherein Daemon vowed to avenge Lucerys for Rhaenyra. This character assassination is unforgiveable!

Fun fact: When Rhaenyra had her council meeting with the Blacks, Daemon AGREED with Rhaenyra to NOT be so rash about going into war (considering the number of dragon riders they had, and also considering the fact that one of their enemies' dragon is Vhagar). Daemon instead laid out his plans and strategies, he planned for the coronation of his wife (and he crowned her himself too), and called the lords of the Seven Kingdoms to declare allegiance to their true queen. Daemon himself said to "fight this war with words before we go to battle." (Source: Fire & Blood by George RR Martin)

Again HE NEVER CHOKED RHAENYRA! Whoever the fuck butchered his character deserves to be dracarys-ed!

-So…y'all are telling me, that being dumb runs in Alicent's family? That Aemond was just messing with Luke, and his death was an accident? The war started because of an accident…that is about the biggest bullshit I have ever seen all throughout this show so far.

Fun fact: When Lucerys Velaryon was escorted out of Borros Baratheon's palace, the second daughter of Lord Borros (Maris) who was angry with Aemond for preferring her sisters than her asked Aemond, "Was it one of the eyes he took? Or one of your balls?" her tone as sweet as honey, "I am so glad you chose my sister. I want a husband with all his parts." And that's when Aemond lost his shit and went after his nephew. (Source: Fire & Blood by George RR Martin)

#fire and blood #house of the dragon #hbo series #george rr martin #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #aemond targaryen #emma d'arcy #matt smith #harry collett #elliot grihault #ewan mitchell #3Ts

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By everything one can read, the Lafayettes really liked children, so why did they ended up only having 3 (that survided 'til adulthood)?

Dear @msrandonstuff,

that is a very good question and I have to preface my answer by saying that I have no definitive answer. In all the letters, memoirs and what not there is no clear explanation given by Adrienne or La Fayette why they never had more children.

If you were to ask me (and you just did that ;-)) there are three factors that might, individually or in combination with each other, have played a role.

The first aspect would be purely medical. We know from Virginie that Adrienne’s pregnancies with both Georges and with Virginie were not easy.

My mother's health was shaken at once by past anxieties, by the dread of future dangers, and by a most painful pregnancy. She gave birth to my brother on the 24th of December 1779, day on which we lost her, twenty seven years later.

Mme de Lasteyrie, Life of Madame de Lafayette, L. Techener, London, 1872, p. 173.

She gave birth to me in September 1782, after seven months of much suffering and incessant care. Peace restored to my mother a tranquillity which she required.

Mme de Lasteyrie, Life of Madame de Lafayette, L. Techener, London, 1872, p. 176.

I did the math once and while the oldest three children were probably all born at full-term or close to full-term, we know for certain that Virginie was born two months premature.

La Fayette to Benjamin Franklin, September 17, 1782:

(…) I Have the pleasure to inform You that, tho she Was But Seven Month Advanced, Mde de Lafayette Has this Morning Become Mother of a daughter Who However delicate in his Begining Enjoys a perfect Health, and I Hope Will Soon grow Equal to the Heartiest Children.

“To Benjamin Franklin from Lafayette, 17 September 1782,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of Benjamin Franklin, vol. 38, August 16, 1782, through January 20, 1783, ed. Ellen R. Cohn. New Haven and London: Yale University Press, 2006, pp. 113–114.] (06/22/2022)

Pregnancy and childbirth are two extremely dangerously proceedings and Adrienne had no access to modern medical care that can in large parts counter these dangers. Maybe her doctors told her, that another pregnancy could be very dangerous for her. Maybe La Fayette was afraid, that something could happen to his wife because Adrienne’s health was generally something that he was worried about. Maybe Adrienne herself realized that her body simply could not go through with another pregnancy. Depending on her health and possible complications during the births of her previous children, she may even have been unable to conceive again. Or maybe she had been pregnant again after Virginie’s birth but miscarried (as a side note; there are historians/authors who argue the point that Adrienne might had a miscarriage prior to her pregnancy with Henriette) … such questions simply can not be determined from our point in time.

The second factor is time. It takes two people to conceive a child and La Fayette was often away, fighting in America, touring England and continental Europe, traveling through France. When the French Revolution really took up speed in 1789, it was just no advisable to have another child. Although the situation in France became more extreme as time progressed, things were tense from the get-go and it certainly was not helpful that La Fayette threw himself head-first into the Revolution.

The third and last factor would be the hopes and wishes the La Fayette’s had for their family. Loving children is one thing, but such love does not necessarily equate to having a large number of children. Maybe they thought three children were just the perfect amount. Not too many, not too few, a son and heir, the children were still close enough in age that they could keep each other company. With three children you can still be deeply involved in the life of each and every single one. Three children is great size for a family.

I think in the end a combination of all these factors came to play. During the first years of their marriage, the time aspect was probably the most compelling and the couple could likely have had more children, would La Fayette not have fought in America. There is one letter in particular, that indicates that early on there seems to have been no medical problems.

La Fayette to Adrienne, January 6, 1778:

You must not believe that I am so insensitive, dear heart, and at the same time so ridiculous, that the sex of our new child has diminished in the slightest my joy at her birth. We have not become so decrepit that we shall need a miracle to have another child.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 1, December 7, 1776–March 30, 1778, Cornell University Press, 1977, p. 222-226.

I think that later on the medical problems may have become predominant (may just cut in and point out that much of Adrienne’s “health (…) shaken at once by past anxieties, by the dread of future dangers” was due to La Fayette decided he wanted to fight in a war across the Atlantic ocean where his wife could never know where he was and if he was still alive and unharmed - not to mention all the political and social interest that his actions provoked?)

I also do think that in the end none of the two had hard feelings about the fact. They only had to look around and see their three devoted, perfect, beautiful, healthy any happy children. While they had to mourn their Henriette, they still were luckier than most.

In the end, all of this is pure speculation but hopefully these speculations have helped you none the less. I hope you have/had a gorgeous day!

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