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The Queen And Her Knight | Chp: 2

Alicent Hightower x Knight Fem!Reader

Summary: Alicent Hightower against her better judgement, falls in love with her sworn protector. Can she bear to fight her feelings or will she finally just give in?

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Warnings: Smut(?), Angst, Harsh language, Mention of abuse, Aegon ii targaryen sympathiser, Reader and Alicent can't stay away from each other if they tried

Note: Bare in mind that I am writing this with very surface level knowledge of the Greyjoys and asoiaf in general so apologies if i write anything wildly inaccurate its not my intention to offend! Also disclaimer: i aged dalton greyjoy up in the story to make the narrative more logical

As usual i hope you enjoy and let me know what u think!

Chapter 3

Alicent awakes from her restless slumber. Her body was exhausted beyond belief pleading for sleep to take over and yet her mind had other plans.

She had spent the entire hour of the wolf weeping. Recalling her encounter with y/n and everything she had said. Everything she wishes she could have said.

It was now dawn, only a few minutes until the sun rises. Moments until she will never have to see you again.

Alicent gets up from her bed, situating herself beside it. On her knees, she begins to pray. She prays for strength, she begs to the gods to make all of this bearable. She wants so badly for her feelings for you to be squandered. Alicent spent countless nights praying for the same, she quickly realised it doesn't work that way.

The Queen was prepared to spend the entire morning practicing her faith, asking for forgiveness as the events of last night haunted her. Looming over her like a dark cloud. She feels guilty for kissing you, even more guilty for enjoying it.

Alicent couldn't help but feel entirely responsible. Her status meant she had dominion over you. She blames herself for allowing you to grow fond of her. It is her fault for abusing her power, you are entitled to your own feelings but she is far from innocent.

Alicent recalls her mother's words, her father's abhorred gaze.

She had been through this with the Princess and now she had done it again with you.

Rhaenyra.

Tears flow out of the Queen's eyes again and she shuts them tightly. Her childhood companion threatening the forefront of her mind, demanding to be remembered.

Alicent begins to pray again, she recites loudly. A desperate attempt to silence her mind, her heart.

A knock at the door and the auburn haired woman lets out a sigh. She glances over at the window, the sun streaming in. Alicent feels relief and dread all the same.

She stands up and grabs her robe, covering herself up for modesty.

"Come." Alicent announces.

Her handmaiden Talya walks in and does a curtesy before speaking.

"Lady y/n has began her departure your grace. I came to see if you would like my help to get dressed, if her grace would like to see the lady off?" Talya asks earnestly.

"Yes, Talya thank you. Help me dress, but I will not be seeing lady y/n. I would like to attend to the King and get started on my duties for the day."

Talya doesn't not attempt to hide her confusion at the Queens words but decides to question her no further.

"Ofcourse, Your Grace."

Alicent had been at the sept for all hours that morning. She missed breakfast and hadn't greeted her children yet, a routine she rarely broken.

Alicent couldn't bare to face them, she had no desire to see anybody.

Heavy footsteps approach her, interrupting the Queen mid prayer.

"Mother!"

She recognised the voice immediately. Her son. His tone had quickly given him away but the look on his face solidified it. He was angry.

Alicent swiftly stands up and faces her son.

"Imagine my surprise mother, when I took to the field prepared to spar with my usual partner and yet Ser Criston was sent for me instead."

Alicent breaks her son's gaze and glances down but says nothing.

Aemond continues.

"Please allow me to understand dear mother, why did you send her away?"

The prince's tone now gentle, a rather abrupt shift of demeanor from just a moment ago.

"I no longer saw need for lady y/n services. I am perfectly content with Ser Criston as protector."

Alicent falsely admits, shocked at her own ability to sound poised while telling a blatant fib.

Aemond scoffs, he is no longer angry but in disbelief.

"Did you think to ask me for an opinion? Or even Helaena for that matter."

"You may no longer need her but we do. Cole is competent enough but he provides no real challenge, and he is certainly no confidant. I saw lady Y/n as an equal" Aemond pauses.

"She was my friend."

Alicent's heart shatters. She had been so caught up in her own problems with you that she had failed to considered her own children.

"I apologise Aemond, truly. I did not realise how much she meant to you." The queen admits rather sheepishly.

"Your Grace, I do not want your apology. Please just ask for her return." Aemond storms off quickly, as if incapable of bearing another second alone with his mother.

Tears well up in Alicent's eyes again, perhaps she had acted too rashly. She decides her children's needs far surpass her own, she will make things right.

You were in bed at home, two weeks since leaving King's Landing.

The moment you stepped foot in the Iron Islands you had reverted back to your old self. No longer a Knight of the Queensguard you decided nothing you do now will matter.

You took to the brothels, drinking all hours of the day. Sleeping with every and any whore who will have you. You couldn't allow yourself to think of the Queen, you felt you had to either numb the pain or die from it.

Your head pounding from the night before you reached over to your bedside to grab a cup of water, gulping it down.

Soon you realise you were not alone, another woman naked in your bed. You do not recognise her, you try your hardest to recall the events of last night but to no avail.

The woman turns over in her sleep and moves to wrap her arm around your torso.

Her touch felt repellent, wrong. A suffocating feeling overcoming you. You got out of bed and headed towards the door. You just needed to get out.

You found yourself by the sea, the smell of the saltwater had quickly calmed you. However, solitude forced your mind to wander. Inevitably your thoughts settled on Alicent. You did not bother to fight them this time. You found yourself wondering about her. Who she's been with today, if she had eaten, if she has slept. Was she truly content now that you were away?

Her absence, it weighs on you heavily. You feel it in your chest, your entire body aches to be around her, to feel her. The only solace left are your memories of the Queen. This fills you with an overwhelming dread, but you are strangely comforted by the knowledge that you still had the power of your mind to rely on.

"Y/n!" A voice breaks you out your thoughts.

You turn to see your brother, speedily walking towards you. A piece of parchment in his hand.

"Rodrik, what's wrong?"

Your brother doesn't respond but extends his arm to you urging you to grab the letter in his hand.

You looked down at it but didn't move, skeptical.

"Came for you from King's Landing" Rodrik explains.

You wasted not another moment and snatched the parchment from his hands. You tear it open and quickly skimmed its contents, you couldn't believe it. The Queen had written to you.

Dearest Y/n,

I would like to first, extend my apology. Sending you away was an act of impulse on my part. I claim to value duty above all, but I let my emotions guide my judgement and for that I am truly sorry. You have served me well and faithfully. I could not have asked for a more competent Knight. I write in hopes that you will find it in your heart to forgive me, as well as accept your previous post as my sworn guard. Prince Aemond has expressed his unhappiness with my decision to dismiss you. My Helaena has also refused to speak to me properly and grown entirely despondent. Prince Aegon may have not plainly stated his thoughts, however, his dejection is hard to miss. I realise now the grave mistake I have made. The children miss you dearly y/n. I miss you. I ask you to please return to King's Landing and serve me once more, I will do everything in my power to make it worth your while. Do consider my proposal. I anxiously await your reply.

Sincerely,

Your Queen Alicent.

'I miss you'.

You read the letter once more. The Queen's words ignited something deep inside you. You recognise how difficult it must've been for her to write to you. She was vulnerable and she let you see it through this letter.

You stood for a moment deliberating, you had so much love for the Queen's children, even Prince Aegon. He has acted disagreeable in more than one occasion but strangely enough you understood his intentions and he respected you the same.

You let out a sigh. To return to King's Landing is to open yourself up to her again. A great risk you are not sure you could bear to take.

You had entirely forgotten your brother was stood beside you, watching you the entire time until he spoke again.

"Go back to her y/n. You are clearly miserable here. I truly had not seen you half as happy as you were when I visited you serving under the Queen." Your brother expressed truthfully.

"Father will never let me go, Rodrik. He was already hesitant to welcome me back after all that time I spent away from home. If I disobey him again he might disown me entirely."

You were conflicted.

Your heart is asking you to return to your queen but logic and reason is telling you to stay.

"You are wise to worry but let me ask you this, has father once ever acted in your favour? We live our entire lives trying to please him but what has he truly done for us? Did you forget the way he treated our mother? You may be right to want to spare his feelings but I swear y/n, we owe him nothing."

There was truth what your brother said. Your father was a selfish man, never once asked what his children needed. Your mother was a kind woman, her fate doomed when she fell in love with him.

She deserved better.

You deserve better.

You decide you will return to King's Landing.

"Thank you brother, you speak the truth. I will begin my journey back to King's Landing come the morrow." You state genuinely.

A proud smile flashes across his face and you smile at him in return.

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You found yourself in a screaming match with your father, Lord Dalton. You had just told him of your plans to resume your post as protector of the queen.

"Do think yourself above me, y/n? " Your father accuses.

"Now that you have the Queen asking after you, you think you are allowed to do as you please?" He raises his voice.

You suppress the urge to scoff, Lord Greyjoy and his never ending ability to underestimate you.

"I am a woman grown, father. Therefore entitled to my own decisions."

"I will not let you smother me the way you did my mother." You taunted, knowing the consequence that'll follow. You still couldn't deny how good it felt.

Your father moves to strike you but you quickly dodge it.

He tries to gather himself after failing to hit you, face reddened with anger.

You begin to walk away, no longer possessing the patience to be near him.

He grabs your arm harshly forcing you to stop walking and hear his next words.

"If you decide to leave y/n, do not bother coming back." Your father says before releasing your arm.

You look up at him with a scowl.

"You are no child of mine." He says, tone dripping with disdain.

Being a girl in a family that only consisted of boys, your father's rejection was nothing foreign. You were used to it. You had decided long ago to never seek any sort of validation from him as it only led to your disappointment.

He intended for his words to cut you but you stopped giving him the satisfaction long ago.

You storm off without another word and headed to your rooms.

Morning comes and you swiftly aboard the Greyjoy ship supplied by your brother. You were eternally thankful to have him in your life. Rodrik being the only person in your family who truly cared for you.

He grabs your shoulder, urging you to meet his gaze.

"What is dead may never die."

A saying you were all too familiar with.

You nod, understanding the true meaning behind his words.

"I love you, brother." You say before making your way onto the ship, finally setting sail for King's Landing.

You arrive at the Red Keep and were immediately greeted by Aemond and Helaena. The Queen stood by them, at a distance.

Helaena meets your gaze and a large smile flashes across your face. The Princess wasted no time, she runs up to you and pulls you into a tight embrace.

"Don't you ever abandon me like that again Y/n." Haelena exclaims.

You let out a chuckle, a true talent for dramatics. Much like her dear mother.

"I promise that was never my intention Princess. I had rather urgent business in the Iron Islands." You lie, hoping Helaena would lessen the blame on her mother and warm up to her again.

You look up at Alicent as she watches the entire interaction before her. She throws you a genuine smile as a silent 'thank you'. You return it.

Helaena releases you from her grip and you turn your attention to Aemond.

He surprises you by also pulling you into a hug. Albeit, the embrace ended quicker than his sister's but you could feel his sincerity.

"It is good to have you back my lady." Aemond's words were accompanied by a fond smile.

"I must admit I have missed your company my Prince."

"I hope your sparring skills have not waned in my abscene, that would be most dissapointing." You jest as Aemond's smile grows.

"Helaena, we seem to be missing your lord husband, where is he?"

"My best guess, he is still asleep in his chambers. I imagine a long night of whoring in the streets of silk can be terribly depleting" Aemond remarks and Haelena shifts uncomfortably.

"Ah, and here I thought the Prince missed me." You quip, at an attempt to lighten the mood.

"I almost forgot, I have something for you Princess." You watch Helaena's eyes light up immediately.

You pull out a book from your satchel. You came across it wandering the city one night and thought of her. You had plans to gift it to her by raven but circumstances allowed you to now hand it to her in person.

A book detailing all the organisms and insects that can be found in the Iron Islands. It was rather hefty and informational, not a book you'd personally enjoy but you knew the princess found joy in these things.

Helaena pulls you into an embrace once again and you let out a real laugh this time.

"Thank you. I love it." Heleana admits sincerely and it warms your heart.

Alicent finally walks up to you, a look on her face you can't quite read. Perhaps she's glad you are back but embarrassed she sent you away, you could not truly say for certain.

"Come, Lady y/n must be exhausted from her journey. Let us allow her to rest." Alicent says gesturing to her children.

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You were laying in bed. You had managed to sleep off most of the journey but now that you are energized it was only hours past dinner time and your duties don't resume until the morrow. Right now, you are left with nothing to do.

Just as you turn over to try and resume your slumber there is a knock at your door. You assumed it to be Ser Criston or one of the handmaidens as nobody else visits you this late.

"Yes? Come in"

The door to your chambers open and the Queen walks in.

You stand up, scrambling to find something to cover up with. You were only in your small clothes and breeches. Eventually finding your robe, you put it on.

"Apologies for my lack of decency Your Grace, I was not expecting company."

The queen gestures for you to relax.

"I will only be here a moment."

"My reason for being here is- Well I wanted to say- I would like to just-". Alicent stutters and you fail to hide your amusement.

Your heart swells at the sight of her stumbling over her words before you. The queen has never seemed so ordinary, so human.

"I must admit, during your arrival earlier today I could not find the proper words. I thought to visit you here and try again but clearly, words are failing me still."

You didn't respond, allowing the auburn haired woman to continue.

"I just wanted to thank you. For coming back. I also wanted to again, extend my apology."

You walked towards the Queen, interrupting her mid sentence.

"I do not need your apology, Your Grace. If I truly held any ill feelings I would not be here."

You extend your hand, placing in on top of Alicent's.

It was indecent, but you needed her to know you truly meant what you were saying.

"I forgive you." You admit, maintaining eye contact with the queen.

You watch as tears well up in her eyes and her gaze softens.

She grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. The feeling of her hand in yours making your heart skip a beat. You had spent countless nights yearning to touch her again. Now that you are, you feel the urge to pinch yourself just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Your eyes shift to the Queens lips for a moment and you hear her breath hitch. The air in the room feels thick, your own chest heaving as breathing suddenly became difficult.

You knew you had to step away from her, terminate all physical contact.

Instead, you found yourself leaning in. Your lips crashing into hers.

Alicent lets out a noise in surprise but doesn't make an effort to push you away.

You took this as a sign to keep going. Your hands settling on her waist, you grip it harshly as her own hand grabs the back of your neck in response.

You make quick work of deepening the kiss, your tongue enters her mouth and a moan spills out of her lips.

The both of you now completely overtaken by desire. You walk Alicent backwards pushing her up against the wall next to the window. You disconnect the kiss, to move your attention to her neck, placing wet kisses against it.

Alicent chokes out another moan, one hand still grabbing your neck her other moves down to the hem of your breeches, roughly pulling you in closer to her. Your hips buck in response and you fight the urge to grind into her as you desperately needed the friction.

You lips finds Alicent's again and this time she takes the opportunity to enter her tongue into your mouth. This sends your body into overdrive. You needed to have her now.

"Y/n" Alicents says breathlessly as soon as your lips disconnected. She was asking you for something but you were unsure. Did Alicent want you to stop? Or did she want you to keep going?

As it seems you were not going to receive your answer as the door to your chambers suddenly flies opens.

You quickly stumble back away from the queen and Alicent pushes herself off the wall trying her best to steady herself.

"So it is true! You are back!" Aegon exclaims sauntering over to you.

You do not respond and instead glanced over at Alicent, she looked slightly dishevelled but otherwise a picture of grace. Her hands clasped over her abdomen, she stands up straight. To the untrained eye, absolutely nothing unseemly has taken place here tonight.

She truly is good at this. You were captivated.

"Oh, hello mother." Aegon says.

"I had only wished to get caught up with my dear friend y/n, it has been entirely too long since I have last seen her." The prince remarks.

Alicent smiles at her son, it does not reach her eyes.

"Ofcourse, I will leave you." Alicent says, stealing a glance at you before walking out.

Shit.

You definitely had gone too far once again. The queen may never want to be near you now.

"Y/n , what do you say? Fancy a walk with me around the city?" Aegon asks you joyfully.

"My prince, it is nearly the hour of the bat. I think its wise I rest before resuming my duties on the morrow."

The prince lets out a groan.

"I will not force you out till late, I promise."

You stare at him, genuinely deliberating.

"Come on, where is that sense of adventure?" He urged one last time.

"Fine. I ought to keep an eye on you anyway. I will meet you outside, I need to dress."

Accomplished smile on his lips, Aegon walks out of your chambers.

You sigh recalling what just happened between you and the queen. Anxiety overcoming you once again. You hated being apart from Alicent and yet entirely dreaded the thought of seeing her in the morning.

Pushing those thoughts aside you choose to focus on Aegon and the time you are about to spend with him. You will have to face the queen again soon enough. You decide there is no point in agonizing over it.

#alicent hightower #alicent x reader #alicent hightower x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #helaena targaryen #helaena x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #team green #rhaenicent

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winterspiderpurrs · 6 months

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can you write where its post endgame and Peter met Steve and Bucky properly and Peter still has a slight grudge on him when he found out what happened in Siberia but Steve already knew he has a grudge on him and apologize to Peter and Peter also apologizes saying its both of their fault ( Tony and Steve ) and yada yada yada you can add whatever you want at the end since i have class GTG

Steve hesitated outside of door of the dinner. Bucky butted his shoulder against his and when he looked at him he nodded. Gathering up the courage to push open the doors of the dinner. His eyes sweeping through the mostly empty place, one person at the bar, and there he was in the back corner.

When he ran into Spiderman a few weeks back, received a cold shoulder but there was a willingness to meet up. They wouldn't be working together often but wanted to make sure he knew that he could depend on them if needed. Though based on the frown on the young face he probably should of warned him he was going to bring Bucky.

Sliding in the booth first so Bucky could sit on the outside ofnthe booth.

" Thanks for being able to meet up with me."

Peter nods and glances around. Thankfully the dinner isn't crowded course its also 2am but its New York.

" I see you brought backup"

Bucky shifts a little in his seat before flipping pages on the menu that was layed out on the table.

" Yes, sorry about not warning you"

" Don't worry, I brought my own too. Its fair"

Steve blinks and looked over his shoulder. All he saw was a man at the bar sipping a drink, eating pie. Nothing odd stood out to him other then the red glasses he was wearing. Seem to be minding his own business. Papers infront of him. And the older waitress who was currently standing out back of the place smoking with the only cook on duty.

Steve turns back to look at Peter. " Listen son. I know that there is tension between us. And I know its because of Tony.... but you have to know and you can talk to Pepper. We hashed it out during the.... lost years"

Bucky glances up at Steve then and then at Peter.

Peter takes a deep breath.

" I know I've talk to Happy...and I can forgive and understand the situation. But it's not easy. But I can't forgive you hurting him with the shield. Not yet atleast. You haven't earned it."

Steve opens his mouth to say something but Bucky cuts him off.

" I'm sorry to have caused all this... never got the chance to truly apologize for it."

Peter glances between the two before nodding as at Bucky.

" I can't accept your apology"

Bucky glances down at the table, he was used to this part. Could even feel Steve about to get worked up about this. He knew he shouldn't of join, should of just stayed outside.

" We were taught forgiveness as we have free will to do wrong and we need to be able to accept that we need to... repent. But Bucky... I can't accept your apology not because I don't want to... its because there is nothing to forgive..."

Peter sighs and looks down at his now empty mug.

" Hydra took your will away. The Winter Soldier is the one who committed those crimes... not you Bucky."

Bucky stares over at Peter, his eyes stinging a little.

" But I forgive the winter soldier too... he didn't know what he was doing... even if you remember everything... every horrible thing... he wasn't you and he didn't have free will either..."

" You have Nothing to be sorry for..."

Peter scoots over the seat of the booth to get out of it to stand. He tosses a couple dollar bills on the table top.

" I'll call if I need help... and you know how to reach me if you need me." He hesitated for a moment " Queens has a good synagogue if you need to escape a bit Bucky. I go atleast once a month...." and with that he walks out.

And Steve and Bucky sit there in silence for a while before they, too, got up to leave. So lost in their thoughts, they never noticed the man at the bar pull out a white blind stick after he packed up his paperwork and left in the opposite direction.

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#asks #winterspiderpurrs

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vegitoswife-archive · 2 years

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Vegito x Reader Collection

PART 2 - SHOPPING (read all the parts here!)

If one thought buying groceries when you lived with a Saiyan would be pricey…they were right.

Pushing one of the carts that was filled to the brim through the isle, you watched in weariness as Vegito pushed the other with one hand, using his other to grab more food items from the surrounding shelves to toss into it. You were thankful over he already knowing what the both of you relatively needed, but the sheer amount because of his appetite was always brutal on your wallet.

Granted, you both did split the bill, but you had to pay more of it than he did because his own job wasn’t exactly the most generous with fulfilling paychecks. A certain hot-headed matriarch that lived on a mountain with his youngest half son, demanded most of the cut from his farming duty. It was very fortunate that his other children were either already adults and could care for themselves, or had a wealthy mother who co-operated one of the biggest companies in the world.

But, you wouldn’t ever blame him for the circumstances in his life, nor for how much of a bottomless pit his stomach genuinely seemed at times. Neither was his fault.

“We need more bread, right?” His voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“Yes. But, please put it in the seat this time, so it doesn’t get crushed.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” His brown eyes roll as he answered with a dismissive tone, which you couldn’t help but snicker at. On the last shopping trip, your oh-so observant boyfriend placed the bread you bought right into the cart with all the other items, and even placed more on top of it, which soon ended in it getting squashed. He didn’t care all that much, but you weren’t too happy eating unintentionally-flat bread.

You followed his lead, pushing the heavy cart with some difficulty as he headed over towards the bakery section of the supermarket. It was after you moved out of the isle, when you noticed a few people looking intently at Vegito while he pushed the other cart down the white tiles with no effort. Your eyes could have been playing tricks on you, but your gut told you that there was no mistaking the ogling they were doing.

It wasn’t like you were surprised. You of course knew full well how attractive he was. But it often irked you when others also took notice, even though you knew it shouldn’t…

Your steadily rising irritation spiked when some shoppers passed by in front of you, briefly cutting you off and forcing you to wait until they were out of the way. Looking around, you realized you lost sight of Vegito, but this didn’t trouble you. You knew where he was going, so it was only a matter of getting there and making sure he didn’t put the bread where it would get crushed again.

You continued pushing your cart, and eventually, you passed by a small group of women gushing over “that handsome, tailed man” and his “beautiful earrings”. Convinced you knew just who they were talking about, self-consciousness reared its ugly head up once again, and you tried to not entertain the possibility of you not being a worthy companion to the universe’s strongest fighter. You’ve done it too many times in the past, especially because you yourself hardly ever received such attention. Vegito shone so much brighter, charming people and engulfing you simultaneously, to the point you questioned why you were even there at all.

You were distracted from the bile rising in your throat when you walked by an isle filled with candy, and saw only Vegito standing there with the second cart. He was looking over something, and you wasted no time in approaching him.

“Gito? Why are you here?” The supermarket’s bakery was their next destination, and despite how ravenous he could be, the Saiyan didn’t eat confectionary that often. He enjoyed the sugary flavors, but the sweets tended to not agree with his stomach, usually leading to some very…smelly results.

He faced you with a soft grin, and held out what he was holding.

“I saw there was candy here, and thought to get you the kind you like. It’s this, right?”

You suddenly felt a gentle, soothing warmth spread throughout your body. The corners of your lips curled upwards uncontrollably, and you accepted the offered candy, fingers brushing against his own as you did so. In that moment, seeing him do something as little as remember your favorite sweet and choosing to get it for you just to do it, you had forgotten about what was plaguing your thoughts minutes before.

No matter if you were unremarkable to others, Vegito cared a lot about you. That was more than enough.

#vegito x reader collection #( i still dont have pt 3 finished but i'll post it whenever i do )#vegito x reader #x reader #x reader fanfiction #dragon ball x reader #my writing

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gumnut-logic · 2 years

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Sherbet (Bit 2)

Bit 1 | Bit 2

@flyboytracy could I borrow your ‘young Jeff’ piccy to go with this fic? Cos it would be perfect :D Also, still your fault (and yes, I have a tag for that too :D ).

Anyways, I’ve had a bit of a crappy day, so have a short little scene I wrote at the hairdressers continuing on from the first bit. I’ll get to Parker eventually, I promise. In the meantime, soooo much fluff, so, so much fluff.

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

Jeff took the puppy to the locker room. Really, he wasn’t sure what else to do with him. Food and care was needed, but first all the dried sticky mess clogging its fur needed to be removed.

Also, he had his own pile of grime to work with.

So, two thunderbirds, one shower.

He hadn’t planned it that way, but Sherbet would not let him put him down.

Jeff could be strong and make the decisions needed, but he’d been doing exactly that all day while wading through blood and tears.

He didn’t have the energy.

The little puppy joined him in his shower.

It did the both of them good.

And Jeff discovered that, yes, it was possible to shower with only one hand.

He did get some strange looks from his team.

Thunderbird One had made it back first like she always did and consequently both Scott and Kyrano were dressed in their casual clothes - Scott his usual preferred blue, almost the exact colour of his baldric. He rarely wore any other colour. Kyrano had his usual soft and loose off-white pants and top, complete with that embroidery around the neckline Lucy used to envy every time she saw it.

Probably one of the reasons Kyrano favoured the shirt.

Lee was as dressed in a towel as Jeff was.

Didn’t stop him staring.

“Uh, Dad, what’s with the dog?” In the shower. The smirk on his son’s face was amusement mixed with curiosity.

Kyrano arched an eyebrow and held out a gentle hand to the tiny puppy peering over Jeff’s hand.

Sherbet sniffed tentatively before licking their security specialist’s fingers.

“He wouldn’t let me put him down.” Scott opened his mouth but Jeff cut him off. “Reminds me of a toddler I once knew.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Dirty pool, Dad.”

“We are not on duty at this very moment, so I claim parental torture rights.”

His son rolled his eyes and despite his own weariness, Jeff found himself grinning.

Children were ever a source of amusement.

Kyrano’s voice was inquisitive and as smooth as silk as always. “Do you have a name, Mr Tracy?”

No question of why or if Sherbet was a new member of the family. Just simple acceptance.

No doubt the man would defend the dog with his life now.

“Sherbet. Found him drenched in the stuff.”

Scott was back to staring at the dog. “No owners?”

“Val’s enquiring.”

“You thinking of keeping him?”

Jeff found he was unconsciously scratching Sherbet under the chin. “Maybe.” A pause. “We’ll see.”

“Allie will love him.”

“Of that I have no doubt. Kyrano, could you take him a moment. Showering one handed is one thing, dressing is an entirely different challenge.”

“Of course, Mr Tracy.” He held out his hands.

Jeff awkwardly managed to keep his towel in place and not drop the puppy.

Sherbet squirmed and wriggled, obviously unhappy to be parted from his saviour. “It’s okay, little one, Kyrano is good man, you can trust him.”

“Thank you, Mr Tracy.”

“It’s the truth. C’mon, little one, you have to let me put some clothes on.” He blinked. “Definitely like a toddler I once knew.”

Scott glared at him.

But he finally managed to hand Sherbet to Kyrano, grab his clothes, and get himself dressed.

Sherbet whined the entire time, despite all Kyrano’s attempts to calm him down.

The moment Jeff was dressed, he took Sherbet from his friend’s hands just to kill off the noise.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to do that.”

Scott turned his back on him with a groan.

Jeff grinned like a loon.

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TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #jeff tracy #Scott Tracy #lee taylor #Kyrano #sherbet #nuttyfic #sooo much fluff #flyboytracy's fault

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Father Yaromir One day, not far from my rural hometown, I was visited by the gods, who told me that I was chosen to serve their great divine plans by becoming a priest. Rather than direct me to a local church or seminary, the gods decided that they could just give me the robes and (I'm hoping) the wisdom and knowledge that is required of a holy man, and told me "you're a priest now, so go get a-priesting." After I had finally found a seminary and the church leaders confirmed that my story was true, I was fully recognized as a priest, despite my almost complete lack of study in the field. My natural affinity for the healing arts gave me great distinction amongst my peers, and beyond the church as well, soon I was regularly called upon to heal numerous people that were believed to be incurable, although I do not know if all of this healing was done by me directly, or if the gods saw fit to intervene on my behalf. It was not long after this that I became the healer for the royal family of my home nation of Sokrovisha. While I technically served the entire family, my main duty was to tend to the king and queen's youngest son, who had suffered anemia and sickliness his whole life. Despite my best efforts, I could only heal his wounds and give him medicines that never seemed to do enough. I began to question whether or not my healing powers were my own, or if I was just a vessel for the gods will. If so I feared that I would not be able to save the child should his condition deteriorate. During this time, I also helped console the queen who was having difficulty coping with her son's condition. Although I fear my... reputation with women may have inadvertently inspired the torrid rumors of myself and the queen that have spread across the country, and most terrifyingly, to the ears of the crown prince himself. Rumors have also claimed that I use the trust the royal family has given me to influence the king for my own purposes, and that thus it is my fault for hunger and unrest in the streets that makes the people cry out for revolution. The king himself has been largely kept removed from these troubles, trusting more and more matters of state to the hands of his highest advisor. While in the palace one day, I overheard the advisor plotting with men I knew to be rabble rousers and allied with the cruel rebellion, planning to kill the king and use his death to spark a full-blown revolt that would kill off the whole royal family, leaving the advisor to rise to power in what would appear to be an attempt to restore law and order to the land. Not wanting to appear to make baseless accusations, I set to collecting evidence of the advisor's treachery before presenting my findings to the king. I fear that my prying eyes did not go unnoticed, for it was within two weeks of my investigation, that an attempt was made on my life in what I believe was an effort to silence me. A stranger came to my quarters asking to share a drink with me. Wanting to be a good man of the gods, and not knowing his true intentions, I welcomed him in and drank from the beer/wine/mead that he so generously offered. I think the gods must have been looking out for me again for it took over two hours of drinking for the poison to take its effect on me. In hindsight that was probably why the man got more and more nervous and upset the more I drank. Even after the poison debilitated me, I was still in relative control of myself. I guess the man thought that I was immune to it, because as I was fumbling, trying to stand on my own as the world grew cold, he pulled out a crossbow and shot me through the chest. When I came to, I had been slung over his shoulder and was being thrown into the river. I knew then, that the Gods were watching over me, for despite everything, I did not die.

#fiction #first draft #d&d #character #character backstory #guess the historical figure I ripped off

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20th January >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Friday, Second Wee in Ordinary Time

Pope Saint Fabian, Martyr

Saint Sebastian, Martyr.

Friday, Second Wee in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading Hebrews 8:6-13 The first covenant is already old.

We have seen that Christ has been given a ministry of a far higher order, and to the same degree it is a better covenant of which he is the mediator, founded on better promises. If that first covenant had been without a fault, there would have been no need for a second one to replace it. And in fact God does find fault with them; he says:

See, the days are coming – it is the Lord who speaks – when I will establish a new covenant with the House of Israel and the House of Judah, but not a covenant like the one I made with their ancestors on the day I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt. They abandoned that covenant of mine, and so I on my side deserted them. It is the Lord who speaks. No, this is the covenant I will make with the House of Israel when those days arrive – it is the Lord who speaks. I will put my laws into their minds and write them on their hearts. Then I will be their God and they shall be my people. There will be no further need for neighbour to try to teach neighbour, or brother to say to brother, ‘Learn to know the Lord.’ No, they will all know me, the least no less than the greatest, since I will forgive their iniquities and never call their sins to mind.

By speaking of a new covenant, he implies that the first one is already old. Now anything old only gets more antiquated until in the end it disappears.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 84(85):8,10-14

R/ Mercy and faithfulness have met.

Let us see, O Lord, your mercy and give us your saving help. His help is near for those who fear him and his glory will dwell in our land.

R/ Mercy and faithfulness have met.

Mercy and faithfulness have met; justice and peace have embraced. Faithfulness shall spring from the earth and justice look down from heaven.

R/ Mercy and faithfulness have met.

The Lord will make us prosper and our earth shall yield its fruit. Justice shall march before him and peace shall follow his steps.

R/ Mercy and faithfulness have met.

Gospel Acclamation cf. 2 Thessalonians 2:14

Alleluia, alleluia! Through the Good News God called us to share the glory of our Lord Jesus Christ. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia! God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 3:13-19 He appointed twelve to be his companions.

Jesus went up into the hills and summoned those he wanted. So they came to him and he appointed twelve; they were to be his companions and to be sent out to preach, with power to cast out devils. And so he appointed the Twelve: Simon to whom he gave the name Peter, James the son of Zebedee and John the brother of James, to whom he gave the name Boanerges or ‘Sons of Thunder’; then Andrew, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Thomas, James the son of Alphaeus, Thaddaeus, Simon the Zealot and Judas Iscariot, the man who was to betray him.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Pope Saint Fabian, Martyr

(Liturgical Colour: Red)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Friday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 Peter 5:1-4 Watch over the flock, not simply as a duty but gladly.

Now I have something to tell your elders: I am an elder myself, and a witness to the sufferings of Christ, and with you I have a share in the glory that is to be revealed. Be the shepherds of the flock of God that is entrusted to you: watch over it, not simply as a duty but gladly, because God wants it; not for sordid money, but because you are eager to do it. Never be a dictator over any group that is put in your charge, but be an example that the whole flock can follow. When the chief shepherd appears, you will be given the crown of unfading glory.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 39(40):2,4,7-10