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exactlycleverpirate · 3 months

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Timeline from Xavier's Perspective Part 2

EDIT: Updated with some new information and some adjustments.

(Includes spoilers for basically everything, including all myths.)

This is an update of my earlier post. See Part 1 here.

Timeline from Xavier's perspective (Part 2/Earth):

Timejump.

?1248 (“It’s been 800 years!”)? Sometime in a past life, Rafayel and MC were lovers. (Is this when MC was trapped on the Island of Songs in a hut by herself, doomed to someday drown and Rafayel comes, gives her his heart and saves her?) Then she is cursed and turned into a Sea Witch in the Abyssal Rift. She has no memory of Rafayel or being human. Rafayel exchanges his scale, eternal blood, and a shell with his voice in order to turn MC human and restore her memories. Then he turns to sea foam. (Fragrant Dream.) (This could all be an actual dream or allusion that never happen or hasn't happened yet. However, this could be when Rafayel gifted MC one of his scales and formed the bond between them.)

2018 Xavier checks out a book in the library that MC will check out 30 years later. (An

1834 AD Xavier, Jeremiah, Isaiah, Noah (Likely actually Jeremiah, due to translation error), and others stranded on Earth. (This timing comes from a promotional video where Xavier says he has been on Earth for 214 years.) (Part of a team called the Backtrackers. Were on a Backtrack mission when something went wrong in the Deepspace tunnel.)

Appointment)

2021 Zayne born Sept 5th.

2024 (...probably) Rafayel born March 6th

2025 The year Xavier claims he was born, on Oct 16th.

2026-2027 MC born. (This age comes from chapter 5.1. The letter she gets from Grandma says she was 7-8 when they started experimenting on her, and she was adopted by Grandma after the Chronorift Catastrophe in 2034.)

Child Rafayel likes escaping to explore the ocean. On one or more of these excursions, he sees a lantern festival and puts out their lanterns. (Ocean At Night)

2032 Xavier joins Arthur's police team. (Anecdote 2)

2033 That winter, Noah (Likely actually Jeremiah, due to translation error) contacts Xavier for information to make a new identity. Noah mentions wanting to be an ordinary person in this timeline and that he fell in love. Xavier fakes his death as a police officer and encounters a lost little girl with a bunny plushie. Fights Isaiah in Linkon city in a fight that makes the whole city go dark. He disguises this by making it look like there is a meteor shower. (Anecdote 2)

2034 Deepspace tunnel appears and Chronorift Catastrophe (timespace anomaly in Linkon city). MC is 7-8, taken in by Grandma. Caleb is also adopted by Grandma. 12 year old Zayne loses control of his Evol at the end of summer and has a nightmare about the Grim Reaper for the first time. Rafayel would be 10 at this time. Xavier appears as Lumiere for the first time, kills the first Wanderer in the Chronorift Catastrophe and saves MC. On December 31st, Lemurian ruins are discovered, after a tsunami southeast of Linkon city, when a rift opens up and reveals it. Her grandma participates in experiments to fuse a human heart and a protocore. At some point, MC's heart is fused with an Aether core. Onichynus and Dr. Noah are both somehow linked to these experiments. Her first heart doctor is Dr. Noah.

At some point in MC and Rafayel's childhood, Rafayel visits the surface world but gets trapped on the beach on his return trip (on Ebb Day?) (Perhaps during her field trip to Hat Island?) She saves him and they make a pinkie promise. Rafayel says if she doesn't return, he will chase her to the ends of the earth. (Nightly Stroll)

Child Rafayel is given a Whale Call as a means of protection, in case something happens on one of his escapes from Lemuria. However, he never uses it, because he never escapes again after this, and sometime later he buries it in the Lemurian city. (Whalefall Lament)

Child Rafayel is tricked and his people slaughtered. Some survivors go into hiding living on land among humans, including his Aunt Talia and K. (Anecdote 3)

Sometime before 2038, MC goes on a field trip to Hat Island (possibly when she meets Rafayel?).

2035 Zayne (age 14) begins medical school at Skywalk University, spends 6 years in med school program. (It normally takes 8.) (From his biography on the hospital wall.)

2043 Zayne (age 22) graduates from medical school. Goes on a mission to the Arctic where he is forced to mercy kill his mission leader who is being consumed by some sort of ice (Anecdote 2). Begins work at Linkon Central Hospital. (From his biography on the hospital wall.)

Rafayel's Anecdote 3 immediately precedes Anecdote 2 (See 2044-2047). Rafayel is singing in the opera and seeking revenge overseas in Verona under the name Mo. He is being investigated by a private detective named Louis. He is not painting at this time. His Aunt Talia is also in Verona. He attends a Seamoon Ceremony for a fellow Lemurian survivor, K. Lemurians are hiding amongst humanity, but being hunted, tortured, harvested for their scales and blood and killed. Rafayel then moves to Linkon city and resumes painting again. He has a photo of MC in his pocket. (Anecdote 3).

Sometime between 2043-2045 MC (17-18) begins attending University of Linkon. (School year usually begins in September.)

2043-2047 Rafayel's Anecdote 2 takes place sometime in this timeframe while MC is at University of Lincoln. That summer, his painting Illusion projects him into the spotlight as a popular artist. In late summer, he becomes a lecturer at University of Linkon. He receives information on her from someone at the Nest. He believes there are “predators'' surrounding her, some of whom may be trying to use her to trap him, so he is wary about approaching her. He burns the photos and information the man who investigated her collects about her. He describes his feelings toward her as painful and addictive, thinking he is ready to spend the rest of his days with her, but also wants to settle the score between them. (Anecdote 2). Thomas becomes Rafayel’s agent. (Anecdote 1).

2045 Xavier meets Arthur at his tombstone. (Anecdote 2)

2046 Zayne makes a groundbreaking discovery about the effects of the Evol gene on heart development. (From the AKSO hospital article about him). He receives the Starcatcher and Linde Awards. (From his biography on the hospital wall.)

2047-2048 MC graduates. (School year usually ends June-July)

2048 Pregame: Zayne becomes chief surgeon. Zayne becomes MC's doctor 6 months before the story begins (in July of 2048, making 6 months prior the month of January) (Dr. Dean/Noah was her doctor before him). Also 6 months before the story begins, Raymond begins exhibiting symptoms of mental confusion and other abnormal behavior. At the start of the year, (per Main Story chpt 2.6) Rafayel returns to the country from overseas. He is known for spending six months painting in his studio, then traveling the world for inspiration/materials for the other 6 months. The month before the main story, Rafayel's art broke the record for the highest selling art at Lizio Auctions. Raymond buys a painting from Rafayel's gallery.

2048 Story begins Wednesday, July 1st (most likely), with MC being initiated as a Hunter in the Hunter's Association. MC is about 21-22, and her Evol has to do with Resonance, Anhaunsen Class. Rafayel is 24, Fire Evol. Zayne is 27, Ice Evol. Xavier claims to be 23, Light Evol. Traceback II is approaching the event horizon and entering the black hole.

See Love and Deepspace: the Story So Far Part 1.

Sometime in the future, after the destruction of Linkon but before the destruction of Earth, Grim Reaper Zayne lives, killing humans turned Wanderer and dreaming of a life as a doctor with the woman he loves. (Anecdote 3)

Part 1 and 2 in this timeline continue in a loop perpetually?

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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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Hi!! I hope you’re well! This ask is a little diff from the norm BUT it’s with Jamie and Bea (his daughter OC you created I don’t remember her name exactly I’m so sorry) but basically it’s her like dealing with a stupid boy who reminds her father a lot of himself and he helps her understand that she’s worth the world!! She eventually finds herself an amazing guy and tells Jamie sm like “I wouldn’t let myself settle for anything less than the example you set”? Anywho I’m always here for Jamie in his dad era so if you’re inspired TY ILY YOURE AMAZING KEEP SLAYING I REREAD YOUR FICS LIKE EVERY NIGHT🫶🫶🫶

wow, two posts in one day?😱 the mission to clean out my inbox continues! this fic is a little out of my wheelhouse, but I did my best. the title is from “betty” bc teens are dumb and also great. here are the other fics in this universe:

you’re losing me

i’ll still be right next to you my dear

today’s a day like any other

lyrical smile, indigo eyes

thanks for requesting!!🩵

i don’t know anything

“It’s just for school, Jamie,” you say.

“Yeah, it’s just for school, dad,” Bea says.

You point to her from the kitchen. “Stay out of this, kid.”

She puts her hands in the air and backs away. “And hang up your bag!” you call.

Jamie hovers over your shoulder. He’s supposed to be helping with dinner, as he’s taken up cooking more since his retirement from football.

“Look,” you say as you slice vegetables, “you said nothing when Theo had a girl over last week. Why are you so fucking weird about Bea having a boy over?”

“Because- she- he- it’s different,” he sputters.

You hand him a head of lettuce with the command, “Shred.” He starts tearing it into pieces, letting it fall into a bowl.

“And how, Jamie Tartt, is that different?”

“Theo is fucking twelve. He’s a kid. Bea’s fifteen and a dead knockout. She got both our looks and your brains. Any knob’d be fucking lucky to have her.”

“Yeah, okay,” you replay. “He’s still going to be here in five minutes. And you’re going to be nice. She likes this boy, Jaim. So we’re going to be supporting and fucking grateful that she’s not sneaking around, got it?”

“Fuck’s sake,” Jamie grumbles. “This is what I get for being a prick as a kid. Bet you and Keeley think this is fuckin’ hilarious.”

The doorbell saves you from replying. Bea yells, “I’ve got it!” as she thunders down the stairs.

She appears a moment later with a boy dressed in the same school uniform as her.

“This is Isaiah,” she says. Isaiah snorts and looks away, so you put a hand on Jamie’s arm to stop him from doing anything.

“It’s nice to meet you, Isaiah. Can we get you anything? Water, a snack?”

He shrugs and says “Nah.”

There’s an awkward pause before Bea says, “Right! We’ll just be in the living room.”

They leave and Jamie turns to you. “I don’t like that kid,” he whispers. You don’t either, but you’re not going to tell him just yet. You’ll give the kid a chance because you have a weird soft spot for absolute assholes.

You squint at him for a moment then say, “You know, if we’re quiet, we can listen in.”

Jamie grabs your head with both hands and kisses you. “This. This is why I married you. Fucking brilliant.” You smile and pat his cheek.

Their voices float in the kitchen and you can’t quite catch what Bea’s saying, but it’s definitely a question. Isaiah’s response is… not exactly kind.

Jamie mouths, the fuck? and you frown. He has a look in his eyes that you haven’t seen since the days he used to brawl with Roy. You’re considering a brawl of your own.

Give him a minute, you mouth back.

You half-heartedly continue chopping while straining to hear as much as you can. It’s not good. He’s not being explicitly mean, but he sure as shit isn’t kind.

You and Jamie are so intent on trying to listen that you don’t hear Theo come in the room. “What are you doing?”

The two of you jump and swear. “Jesus feck, kid, don’t sneak up on your mum like that.”

“You’re the one who jumped the highest dad,” Theo points out. “Mum, can I have a snack?”

You say, “Sure,” and absentmindedly point to the fridge.

“Fuckin hell, did Bea eat the last of the cake?”

“Fucking hell,” echoes your youngest, Georgie. She’s seven, and like Theo’s shadow.

“Don’t say ‘fuck,’” you and admonish in unison.

“Can you be fucking quiet??” Bea whisper-growls from the doorway. “We’re trying to study.”

The four of you make your apologies as she leaves.

—

Two hours later, Isaiah’s left and Bea’s on the phone with her best mate. You can hear her saying something in a favourable tone.

“Why the fuck did you let that little prick into our house?” Jamie seethes. “Fucking tosser. He’s not good enough for her, and I don’t give a shit what you have to say about it.”

You shoot him a Look and he apologizes. “Sorry babe, it ain’t about you. I do care what you have to say. Just- I fucking hated that prick.”

“Give her a week,” you say. “If you tell her never to speak to him again, she’ll do the exact opposite, yeah?”

“Yeah, alright,” he grumbles.

—

It’s formal season. Bea’s sixteen and over the moon, talking about the boy who asked her out.

“He’ll be here any minute. Dad, you’re still driving us, yeah?”

Jamie smiles and wipes lipstick out of the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want, love.”

Bea smiles back and fiddles with her necklace. “I hope he likes this dress,” she frets.

Jamie grabs her hand. “Oi, any kid would be fucking lucky to be in the same room as you, let alone at a formal. Isaiah better fucking behave.”

“Don’t say fuck,” Bea says automatically, then she frowns. “I’m not going with Isaiah.”

Jamie’s face twists into confusion. “Why the fuck not?”

“He’s a prick,” Theo calls from the next room, followed by, “Ow, mum, my ear!”

“He is a prick,” Bea says.

“I’m a prick,” Jamie points out.

Bea scrunches her nose. “You were a prick, Dad, like, three decades ago when you were my age. Now you’re just an old softie.”

Jamie shakes his head. “Don’t know how old you think I am, love, but you’ve got your maths all wrong.”

There doorbell rings and you call, “I’ve got it!” as Bea panics with a last-minute hair adjustment.

“Oi,” Jamie says gently, “you look beautiful, love. Just like your mum. Glad you dumped that prick.”

Bea shrugs. “I had to, dad. Couldn’t be with him when I have a dad like you.”

Bea’s date, Thomas, walks into the room all smiles. He shakes Jamie hand then shyly slides a corsage onto her wrist. He is a far cry from who Jamie was at that age. This kid doesn’t seem so sure of himself, like he’s trying very, very hard not to mess things up. He and Bea whisper about something as you sidle up to Jamie.

“We did good with that one,” you whisper in his ear. He smiles. Thank god she doesn’t have her mum’s taste in men.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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theladyofbloodshed · 22 days

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Hunt x Nesta - Epilogue

Life sucked.

Hunt could split his life into two chapters: before Nesta and after Nesta. Both chapters sucked. But that little blip in the middle – the one week where life had been better than he ever expected was good. He’d always have that.

‘Stop moping, my goodness.’

Isaiah groaned from his desk then dropped his forehead onto the cheap wood.

‘Everything reminds me of her,’ Hunt replied, holding up a sugar sachet from the crappy coffee machine.

It was true. Hunt could draw a correlation to Nesta regardless of the topic; she liked it, she would have hated it, he wished he could show her it, they’d tried it.

He had loved Shahar but it had been intense from the start. The rebellion had intensified every moment of it, pushing them both towards a zenith that he free-fell from. Losing her was different. It was a loss that held finality – but Hunt had lost so many that day, had suffered so much as a result, the grief had been for Shahar and all the others who'd fought alongside him.

To Shahar, he had been Hunt, a powerful angel plucked from the bowels of Pangea to command her legions.

This was different.

To Nesta, he’d only ever been Orion. Grumpy, sleepy, teasing, serious, or goofy, she’d wanted all of him. And Nesta wasn’t dead but it would have hurt less if she was.

Night after night, Hunt scoured the internet on any whiff of something similar to the Horn to try and find a way back to her. He’d deal with breeches and no hair dryer if it meant they were together again. He’d even wondered if Ruhn Danaan would know anything about another fae relic because Isaiah couldn’t be persuaded to get another warrant to search the Autumn King’s home for hidden artefacts.

‘I know that you miss her, Hunt, but it’s just not possible to find her again,’ he said calmly.

Those same words had been said to him a month earlier, also by Isaiah, when he’d found Hunt deliberating in the street. He’d gathered is hard-earned coins ready to dump them all in the Astronomer’s lap so that he’d use his mystics to locate her. In the end, it proved too risky. Hunt wouldn’t dare to expose Nesta that way.

‘It fucking sucks,’ replied Hunt before shuffling back to his desk for a long night of paperwork.

When Nesta left, Hunt expected a depression to come and drown him. He’d been there before and it always lurked in his periphery. But she’d given him hope and it felt different. The light didn’t abate in her absence; the flame remained burning. So he worked and worked. Did what Micah asked. Treaded every single line without complaint. And he thought of her. Thought of her smile, her curiosity, the way she had him wrapped around her finger in a single day.

***

‘What now?’

Emerie’s brown eyes had dulled from their week of absolute hell. She sat on the cushioned windowsill of the river estate with mud still caked over her face. Nesta looked down at her own hands. They were splattered with a mix of blood. Some was hers, Cassian’s, Bellius’, and Feyre’s.

Her stomach was empty enough that it hurt. She’d see a healer soon. Gwyn had the worst injuries so was with Madja in a separate room.

A small cry rang out down the hall from the baby boy, Nyx.

Feyre had died. Her heart had stopped beating. Nesta had felt the whole world turn colder, felt the knife coming for Feyre’s thread, so Nesta did the only thing she could think of. Still beaten and ruined from the Blood Rite, she gave her power back. She gave it all back.

And Feyre lived. The boy lived.

Nesta wedged her aching body into the windowsill next to Emerie, wishing they were a different set of wings cradling her shoulders.

It had been a tough few months since her little jaunt to Lunathion.

To his credit, Lucien did not speak of what he saw. He simply pretended the entire event had never happened and acted with all the quality of one the males from Fangs and Bangs when it was discovered by the others that Nesta had returned. It was their secret, never to be mentioned. She was grateful for that.

None ever questioned her moroseness because it was no different to her capricious ways. She could feel herself pushing everybody away, as always, week after week without Hunt’s infectious joy. The idea of Cassian touching her churned her stomach. She’d put an end to it, dumbfounding him. And when her sister’s family had convinced her to seduce Eris through dance, it confirmed to Nesta that all she would ever be was a pawn to be used for their benefit. When Eris had shown interest, Nesta had considered it if only to have a lifeline out of the Night Court.

‘I don’t even know if it will work,’ Nesta said quietly, tilting her head to touch Emerie’s.

The pair of them absolutely reeked. Being dragged from their beds and dumped onto Ramiel for a week would do that. Only sheer grit and hoping had kept them alive. That, and Gwyn bringing a beast to slaughter eight of the Illyrians.

‘It’s worth a try,’ replied Emerie.

They’d huddled together in the dark, cold and tired but not willing to sleep. And Nesta had told Emerie and Gwyn everything about the male she’d found in Lunathion. How she could not even go an hour without thinking of him, without imagining a life together. They’d listened with rapture, delighted for her as true friends were. Even when she cried at the thought of leaving them behind, they encouraged her to take her chance if they made it out alive because they loved her enough to let her go and find happiness.

‘It’s complicated.’

‘What’s complicated? Toot the horn and fly off with your angel.’

Gwyn limped into the room in her filthy clothes. ‘Who’s tooting? Are we tooting?’

‘Nesta’s about to go to the future with her angel lover.’

Instead of indignation, colour heated her cheeks and she felt like a giggling, love-struck fool. ‘He is so handsome.’

The cell phone had died quickly from all the moments that Nesta had spent agonising over photos of the Umbra Mortis in his boxers, as he called them.

‘So we have heard,’ Emerie replied drily.

Nesta shoved her heart back into its cage. ‘It’s impossible. I’ve surrendered my power. The Horn won’t work. Hunt is a slave. It’s been almost four months. He could be sold by now to another owner.’

‘Then buy him back,’ urged Gwyn.

‘With what?’

Emerie braced a hand against her ribs as she stood. ‘Well, the High Lord did offer you anything for saving their lives.’

‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘Rhysand would never agree to let me go, much less give me a pile of his wealth to send me on way. They still think Cassian is my mate. That the bond will snap. If it didn’t snap when Briallyn had him try to kill me, it never will – and I thank the stars for that.’

The words hung heavy. It had been one horrific moment after the other. Cassian bellowing at her on a bridge crossing the Sidra that she was his, despite her refusals. Morrigan delivering her to Emerie and Gwyn as she trembled. Waking disorientated in the Blood Rite. Staring down Bellius as she held Ramiel’s pass. Briallyn controlling Cassian with the Crown, trying to kill her. Only the Mask coming to her rescue again had saved her life.

‘I made a list the other day of all the things I’d like to do in Prythian. Do you know what I wrote?’ At her friends’ expectant faces, she continued, ‘Finish my book. I have no desires or dreams here. I am simply an object.’

‘What did you write for the other side?’

The corners of her mouth twitched. ‘So many things. There are things I want to do that I don’t even know exist yet. I want to go to the amusement park with Hunt. To study. I’d study for my whole life. I want to throw my cap in the air when I’ve finished studying. I want to live with Orion – I want a life with him like I’ve never dreamed of a male before. I didn’t kiss him enough.’

‘It was not only the High Lord’s life you saved, Nesta,’ Emerie reminded her. ‘There is a High Lady of the Night Court.’

***

Silver light poured into the room like molten metal, so bright that Hunt needed to shield his eyes from the glare.

A low, hissing noise had him scurrying from his bed and pressing his wings to the cream wall in anticipation.

‘What the fuck.’

The wall opposite was flooded with a silver fire that chilled him to the bone. The narrow window above his bed frosted over. On his exhale, his breath was visible.

Then she was there.

The fire fell away, revealing an ornate library with rows of leather-bound books. Light streamed in from the massive bay windows, bathing Nesta in its glow. Like the first day that Hunt had seen her, Nesta was other-worldly. Instead of tight leathers that sinfully kissed every curve, she wore a pale lavender dress with a square-cut neckline. Her hands were buried in the long sleeves although Hunt spotted the tip of the horn poking from beneath. The draping skirts couldn’t hide the sneakers that she’d bought in Lunathion and declared the comfiest shoes she’d ever tried.

‘Tell me I’m dreaming,’ Hunt murmured.

Twice, Nesta’s lips parted then sealed again. Tears rimmed her grey eyes.

‘Nesta,’ he said, stepping closer to the fiery portal. The hairs on his arm stood from the seeping cold that surrounded it.

A soft gasp emitted from her side and two females came into view, ushered into the library by the same male he’d seen months ago with red hair and a metallic eye. One cradled a baby to her chest. This had to be Feyre; she had the unmistakeable look of her older sister although freckles dotted across the bridge of her nose and her hair hung freely. A swirling, black tattoo covered the hand that stroked her son’s wings. The other female was darker haired with large brown eyes reminding Hunt of a faun.

‘It worked?’ Feyre asked.

‘Obviously,’ the male replied, making Elain giggle and cover her mouth to hide it.

Hunt took another step closer to Nesta who was still immobilised. In the chairs behind her were two more females. Hunt had heard all about them. The winged one was Emerie and the red-haired one was Gwyn. Nesta’s face had lit up as she spoke of her only friends in Prythian when they’d been together.

‘Hey, Starlight,’ he said, reaching his hand through to her side. He jerked his chin towards her sister and the baby. ‘They made it.’

‘They made it,’ Nesta repeated, face twisting with emotion. ‘I gave up my power for them. I didn’t know if this would still work. I had to choose between seeing you again and saving them.’

‘And everybody won,’ he said, grasping her shaking hand.

It took every instinct not to haul her through to his side and kiss her until every star went out.

Nesta did that for him.

From the force that she yanked him to her, Hunt was practically falling. His hands found her waist to steady himself and he could feel her breath on his cheek as he pulled himself upright. Their bodies knocked together, the softness of her curves feeling like home.

‘I missed you.’

‘There has been nobody to laugh with.’ He touched his forehead to hers. ‘There was a national crisis because demand for ice cream plummeted since you left.’

When Hunt moved to kiss her, he stilled. There were markings on her neck, a fresh cut that still had the scab on her cheek and more wounds on her hands. They had to be recent because fae healed as fast as malakim.

‘What the Hel has happened? Are you alright? Who hurt you?’

The two females in the chair exchanged a glance then he noticed that both of them had been wounded recently too. Emerie had a bruise above her eyebrow that caused the lid to swell and Gwyn’s hands were bound in bandages.

‘It’s alright,’ Nesta murmured, holding his hands in hers. ‘Something happened. I was taken. The three of us. We woke in the Blood Rite.’

‘I don’t know what that is.’

Surprising him, Nesta broke into a laugh. It skittered over his skin like static.

‘What’s funny?’

‘That’s what I say to you, Orion.’

The male, Lucien, cleared his throat from his post at the door. ‘Nesta, I don’t know how long it will be open – or until they notice.’

‘Right,’ she said, nodding. ‘It was hell. All of it. That week on the mountain and all the months before. All I wanted was you. I told my friends that if we survived, if we made it through each night, I would find you.’

From the three-legged table, Nesta picked up a rolled-up piece of parchment. There was a line down the middle, splitting it into two columns. In an elegant script, lines upon lines of text had been written.

‘I wrote why I should stay here or why I should leave. There is danger on both sides, uncertainty, and it feels like leaping into the unknown. This is the world I know. My sisters are here. But the difference is in Lunathion, I will have you. And that makes all the difference, Hunt.’ She clutched the paper tighter. ‘I don’t care. All I want is you.’

When his day began, Hunt didn’t have Nesta appearing and offering him a forever on his bingo card. He blew out a breath. ‘Nesta, I’m a slave. I can’t give you a home. I don’t even know who my father is. If you want a life of comfort, you’re better off with Tristan Flynn.’

There was a brilliant shine of determination in her eyes. ‘I want a male who will love me.’

He’d loved her the moment she’d dropped out of the sky and told Isaiah she was a bard. These months without her had felt like living without the sun. He’d do another two hundred years in gorsian shackles strung up in the Asteri’s dungeon rather than spend another moment without Nesta.

Hunt stepped back through the portal to his room in the barracks and pulled out a prospectus for Crescent City University along with guidance on how to apply for funding. He’d gathered them just in case Nesta ever came back. He’d pulled legislation on the minimal rights of slaves. As long as Hunt answered when called, slaves could rent a property – they couldn’t own it, but it was a start, so he’d saved every penny of his pitiful wages, took double shifts and worked on his allotted days off to scrape together a few more coins because Nesta had given him that piece of hope that he hadn’t had before.

On the desk, there was photo album that he’d been compiling. It had provided an outlet instead of moping. Hunt had channelled all of his dreams into it.

‘There’s still space for more,’ he said, stepping back through and handing it to Nesta.

Her sisters and the other females peered over her shoulder at it. Every single photo that Nesta had taken on her cell and his, no matter how blurred, had been printed out and stuck in with his terrible handwriting beneath with a caption. Hunt had written about their day, about what she’d said, where they’d been or what they’d eaten. There was one of her bending down with the Istros in the background as Hunt had tried to get a scurrying otter in shot with her – but ended up with a smear of brown and yellow flopping into the river.

‘You look in pain there,’ said Elain, pointing to one.

‘She couldn’t decide on a milkshake flavour.’

Nesta’s lips quirked as she looked at the photo. ‘I regret banana.’

‘Is that why you drank mine?’

There were photos of him too. Ones she had taken. Ones that were blurry or zoomed in too far or ones in the elevator when she discovered that she could use the mirror to capture both of them. One of him with his fluffed-up wings and that rotten witch-ink halo on full display. One of them snuggled up on the bed on a pile of pillows. Lots of them together; Nesta appearing regal and poised whilst he looked surly or goofy to annoy her. One of Nesta in her gown before the ballet with Ruhn that she’d taken of herself in the bathroom mirror. A few of her when she’d put a cat-eared filter on and couldn’t work out how to take it off. Some even of Ruhn when he was driving, trying to block the camera with his tattooed hand.

‘I thought that was Rhys.’

Nesta chuckled, ‘So did I – and I gave him hell for it.’

‘They’re coming,’ said Lucien from the window where he’d been observing the skies. ‘They’ve likely felt the shift in the wards.’

On the horizon, three black shapes were moving quicker, wings beating rapidly.

Nesta turned to him, silver eyes shining with hope. ‘Will you have me?’

‘You were mine the day you fell from the stars. I love you. You think I make photo albums for every girl that lands in the middle of the road?’

Nesta silenced him with a kiss that surprised everybody in the room.

‘My bags are packed. I’ve already said goodbye.’

‘You’ll have to flirt with Flynn to get his credit card again,’ he said, grimacing slightly. ‘It will be centuries until I can afford somewhere for us to live.’

Feyre shook her head. ‘Finances are handled.’

‘I’m paying for your freedom,’ Nesta said resolutely. ‘There may only be one Umbra Mortis but I’m the bitch who stole from the Cauldron. That has to count for something.’

What she was, was a pillar of steel that could never be broken. Hunt didn’t care if she was sharp or unyielding, she was his Nesta. His girl from the stars.

Hunt slid his hands to her face, kissing her deeply. He didn’t care if her sisters watched. Didn’t care if the winged female whistled loudly at them. He had waited months to feel her again, to hold her.

‘We need to go,’ Nesta urged.

The two females had moved back to the chairs and exchanged a glance as the roof shook. A heavy landing. Feyre clutched her son to her chest, eyes going vacant as if listening to something else.

Three bags had been prepared and neatly tucked beneath the table. On her direction, Hunt hauled them up and through the portal back into the barracks. The final one tested his strength. It was bulky and ridiculously heavy, but with five females watching him, Hunt pretended the weight didn’t surprise him even if his muscles strained.

‘Are you bringing your Harp, bard?’

‘No. Only the Horn to close it then we’ll destroy it.’

Hunt pretended he didn’t just hear Nesta declare that she was about to break a priceless fae artefact that would have Einar Danaan, Micah, and the Asteri string her up from a dungeon for touching it.

They were doing this.

A cold sweat rippled down his back. They were really doing this. In the face of an archangel, a fae prince, and whatever the Asteri were, Hunt and Nesta were doing this for real.

His fingers enclosed around her wrists as steps grew closer. ‘Are you sure? You’ve known me a week.’

‘I have the rest of my life to know you,’ she said, before kissing him tenderly again. ‘Orion Athalar, you are my home. Maybe I fell that day, rattling the stars, because I was searching for you.’

The door swung open and shadows flooded in, sweeping the rugs of the library like a tidal wave that could no longer be held back. The first male had slicked back black hair and sparkling eyes so blue they appeared violet.

‘Shit, he does look like Ruhn,’ said Hunt.

In a soft voice, he said, ‘What is this?’

Two more males filed in, taking care to manoeuvre their large, leathery wings through the wooden doorway. These were the Illyrians she had spoken of which meant one was Azriel, who’d handed her a bag too heavy for her to manage, and the other was Cassian, a male who Hunt would delight in hurting.

Immediately, Hunt catalogued the subtle changes in Nesta. Whilst he would have expected her spine to go straighter, her chin to lift in defiance, instead Nesta curled in on herself as if she was deflating. Her shoulders hunched, making herself smaller and a flat, empty expression took up residence on her pale face.

The high lord’s eyes flashed to the Horn in Nesta’s hands. With a jolt of magic that Hunt felt fire across the room, he tried to lurch the Made item from her grip but it stayed firmly in her hand.

‘You have opened a portal to another world,’ he said, voice low and edged with warning. ‘You are endangering the lives of everybody in this city, Nesta. Endangering my mate and our son.’

Hunt couldn’t take it. It was as if all of the air was being pressed from the room. The two Illyrian sentries stood silent either side of their high lord in a display of cruel dominance. Neither would speak for Nesta. Hunt looked again to the females. Her two sisters were mute. The red-haired male had taken a not-so-subtle step closer to Elain, an arm extending ready to shield her. The other two females were as pale and timid as Nesta had become in their chairs; the winged one settled a hand on Gwyneth’s knee in reassurance as shadows lashed at the walls.

These fae pricks.

‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’

The urge to let his lightning loose was an instinct that proved difficult to deny – but not when Nesta was in the firing line, nor a child and a male with a metal eye that would send his lightning haywire.

The high lord blinked in disbelief then took a step closer to Nesta.

Lightning wreathed his hands in response. ‘Don’t even fucking think about it.’

‘If it hits Nesta?’

Hunt could play that game. He went into the place where Micah sent him where it was cold and empty. ‘If it hits your son? Your mate?’

He let the static tighten the room so strands of their hair rose. Hunt pulled the clouds closer, bringing in a storm from the mountains which darkened the room. Rain pattered upon the glass.

The male to the high lord’s left tilted his head, back hair falling across his pensive face. The blue stones on his leathers pulsed. ‘What are you?’

‘He’s not Peregryn,’ the male with red stones said.

He kept his brown eyes fixed on the threats in the room while he spoke softly to Nesta. ‘Go through, Starlight. We’ll go to the movies tonight. I realised you never tasted popcorn.’

The weight of her decision pressed on her. That, or the arrogant bastards shooting daggers at her.

‘We can make out on the back row too.’

That shifted something in Nesta, like the final screw coming loose. She exhaled with relief and edged towards him. Hunt stretched out his arm towards her to sweep his love behind him, behind his wings, so she could step through safely to the barracks as if they were negotiating the transfer of a hostage.

‘Baby, can you get my gun? It’s in the holster at the bottom of the bed.’

With a trembling hand, Nesta placed the gun in the hand that was outstretched behind himself. Magic was great, but nothing could quite replace a steel kiss. Hunt cocked his weapon, keeping it trained on the high lord.

‘Which one’s Cassian?’

Likely the male whose face was purpling as he stared at Hunt like he wanted to wrap his hands around his throat. Join the club, buddy, Hunt thought.

‘The red stones?’

None in the room gave an acknowledgement to his words. He didn’t want this to turn into a standoff but now that Hunt was here, facing the bastards who’d made Nesta’s life a misery for the last couple of years, he couldn’t resist being a dick. The Umbra Mortis had earned his reputation. He’d survived torture and a failed rebellion. And he was going to have a beautiful future with his gorgeous Nesta – but first, these males needed to atone.

‘Listen, these ladies look as if they’ve seen enough violence so I’ll refrain from blasting your brains out on these lovely rugs, but you owe my girl an apology.’ Over his shoulder, Hunt asked, ‘Does Lucien need to say sorry?’

‘Hunt, don’t bother. Let’s just close it.’

‘Does Lucien need to say sorry?’ he repeated.

Nesta gave a sigh. ‘No. Lucien is fine.’

‘Good male,’ he said, offering a slight wink in the scarred-one’s direction.

A shadow that had been creeping along the skirting board made to lunge towards him but Hunt hit it with a bolt of lightning that crippled it. The male who’d bejazzled his leathers with blue stones winced as if he felt the blow too. Aha, that was the shadowsinger. Red stones was the prick who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

‘Alright, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to say sorry to Nesta then I’m leaving with her. We’re going to have a beautiful life together and never come back to this place again.’ Hunt gave a dramatic sigh. ‘If I’m honest, I think it’s less about my company and more about the fact you three have made her life so miserable here that she's willing to leave.’

‘That’s not true,’ Nesta called, and he caught the slight playful edge in her tone. ‘I want to go to university too.’

Little minx.

The three males were carved from stone. Every now and then, Hunt felt something trying to edge towards his mind like a tendril of smoke but his lightning zapped it without thought.

‘My finger is getting really sweaty holding back this trigger.’

The gun wasn’t even loaded – safety protocol – but if these fae were as clueless as Nesta had been, they’d have no idea.

‘Nesta, I am sorry that we did not extend the same warmth to you as we did to your sisters. I’m truly sorry that after the war, we were not a support for you.’

‘Well done, blue stones. Next one.’

The high lady shuffled the baby who was growing restless in her arms. ‘Is this necessary?’

‘Yes. Next question.’

Hunt lashed his lightning towards the males’ feet, making them leap back a step. Damn, he wished he recorded the sudden bloom of fear on their arrogant faces.

‘I’m sorry that I loved you,’ Cassian said. ‘I’m sorry that I gave you everything I could and it still wasn’t enough. Nes, what are you doing? In this life, we can have our time together. Think of our future.’

‘Didn’t you make her walk until she collapsed?’

The male blanched. ‘It was for her own good.’

‘No,’ Hunt uttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I can't do this. I need to go before I shoot you.’

Behind him, Nesta’s snort of laughter was the confirmation that Hunt needed. Nesta would never get the apology that she deserved from this male – but the promise of a future free from him was good enough. A future with Hunt meant more.

His wings scooped low, tucking towards his spine, as Hunt took a backwards step. The cold bite of Nesta’s magic that surrounded the portal edged closer. He hoped he would look cool departing the library and wouldn’t fall on his ass through to the other side.

Once back in Lunathion, Hunt stood at Nesta’s side, proud to do it.

‘We won’t come here again,’ said Nesta, voice growing stronger with every word. Her eyes bounced between her friends and her sisters. ‘I love you but this is best for me. I wish you all the love in the world.’

Nesta lifted the horn to her lips and Hunt prayed to Luna that she’d hit that note on the first try or he’d laugh his ass off again. His hand enclosed around her fist, raising it in the air.

‘This is how we say bye in my world, assholes.’

Hunt prised Nesta’s middle finger up to flip them off – giving her only a moment to blow the Horn before she grinned.

Silver flames swarmed it then fell in on themselves like a star collapsing. They were left with the plain wall of his room in the Comitium.

‘You okay?’

Hunt touched her cheek in an attempt to read her expression. She didn’t need to wear the mask anymore. There would be no hiding her feelings or supressing her hurts. Nesta could be Nesta in Lunathion. And if she didn’t know who that was yet, it was fine. She could discover who she was.

Nesta slipped her hands around his neck, moving closer. ‘Oh, you are going to get it tonight, Orion Athalar.’

‘Oh?’ An eyebrow cocked up.

‘Defending me. Making them say sorry. What a male.’

Their lips crushed together. Now they had about a thousand things to do before they could relax, like storing the Horn somewhere safe, where nobody would notice the magic, find a place to live rather than keep her smuggled in the barracks, and figure out what the Hel was in that massive bag. With Nesta at his side, anything was possible. They’d weather the storm.

‘Your male,’ Hunt said between hurried kisses.

‘Mine,’ agreed Nesta.

‘Always.’

#hunt x nesta #hunt athalar #nesta archeron

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David Strathairn Appreciation:

Charles Lewin in Losing Isaiah (1995)

#david strathairn #jessica lange #david strathairn appreciation #losing isaiah #my gifs #my david gifs

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Pesky Blinders with a wounded reader. Maybe she was shot or several ribs were broken? How would the boys take care of her?

I’m a fan of your creativity

I loved this idea and i guess i got carried away cause they're long and its like not just the taking care of you but the whole scenario. I hope you like them my lovely ❤️

Just a wee warning, mention of attemtped rape and SA in Bonnie and Isaiah's but the rest are just the usual expected violence.

Tommy

🌿 Before its confirmed what happened to you he knows it was his fault, knows its Peaky Business leaking into his home life again, leaking into your life like a black rot spreading

🌿 He blames himself, naturally...

🌿 Youre lying on your back still as the dead and just as pale, your ribs are blue and bruised, internal bleeding... It won't kill you but it will be a slow and painful recovery. Every breath will be agony. And its his fault.

🌿 Sits by your bedside with you, suffering, being cruel to himself because he feels guilty. His brothers have promised to go after the men that did this to you but Tommy feels torn.

🌿 It should be him who kills them, him who makes them suffer for what they've done to his angelic girl.

🌿 Holds your hand clasps between his two much bigger hands, watching you intently, says little prayers.

🌿 When youre awake he talks to you soft and gentle, tries to sooth you back to sleep because although hes lonely and wants to hear your sweet voice, he knows sleep is what you need and what will take the pain away.

🌿 Argues with your doctors when you're slow to heal, gets pissed off, loses his temper, has to be calmed by Polly and his brothers.

🌿 Makes you promises, "The men that did this to you will not live, they will not be forgiven, i will not show them mercy,"

🌿 Also promises you this is never going to happen to you again, promises you he's going to protect you, apologises over and over for not being there.

🌿 "i should have fuckin been there, im so sorry angel, i should have fuckin been there..."

🌿 Gets up and paces around the room, trying to make plans, trying to fuckin think straight but its impossible when his darling girl is lying beaten and suffering in a hospital bed.

🌿 When he finally gets to tske you home no one else is allowed to touch you, he is the one who carries you to the car, he is the one who drives the car so he can make sure he goes slowly, no bumps or sharp corners, nothing that could hurt you.

🌿 He has the fire made up in your room, your bed made up too, lots of cushions, your favourite blanket. He makes you tea and helps you drink it.

🌿 He is by your bedside most of the time.

🌿 But one day when you are sleeping he does slip away, his brothers have phoned, they have the men who did this to you and they want to know what to do.

🌿 He tells them to wait for him, drives out to meet them, his mind racing with the things he could do to take revenge on your behalf.

🌿 He beats them, kicks and stamps on them, breaks their ribs and then leaves his brothers to finish them off. He's taken his anger out on them, beaten them near to death, doesnt need to know what happens to them after that.

🌿When he returns to you you're awake and smiling and the sight of you softens him, melts the last of his anger away. You've been lonely, you want him to lie with you awhile, youre bored, you want to know how the horses are, what its like outside...

🌿 So he makes sure youre comfortable, lies down beside you and lets you rest your head on his chest, he holds you in his arms and kisses your temple and he tells you all the things you want to know.

🌿 You get scared sometimes, you get worried that it will happen again, you have nightmares, terrible nightmares and you wake in the night crying. But Tommy is always there for you, holding you, kissing your hair and soothing you.

🌿 Sometimes he'll sing to you to bring you back to reality.

🌿 He reassures you, he'll never let it happen again, you'll always be safe.

🌿 "Won't let anything happen to you angel, from now on you'll always be safe, there'll be men watching you, protecting you at all times..." "Don't want strange men watching me Tommy," the thought of that just scares you more, "Alright love, alright angel don't think about it now eh, right now its just you and me alright, you and me tucked up in our bed and we're both safe and sound. I've got you, youre safe and sound."

🌿Gets you a guard dog, maybe several, you adore them and think they're so very cute, but theyre also almost as big as you and will fiercely defend you. You look intimidating walking down the street with your three hounds at your side.

🌿He also gets you a gun, tells you he hopes you never have to use it but teaches you all the same.

🌿For the most part he will want to keep you shut up inside nice and safe and warm, resting. He insists you get a lot of rest. However when you inevitably get stroppy about being held "captive" he'll relent and take you down to the gardens, he'll make a blanket up with pillows and an extra blanlet to keep you warm and he'll carry you down, let you lie with your head in his lap.

🌿Will take grapes and other sweet things for you to eat and he'll feed them to you as you sit with him on the lawn.

🌿He won't let the kids near you until you insist that he stops being ridiculous, they judt want tp hug you and kiss you better. So finally he lets them come to sit and lie with you too and they read to you and sing you songs to help you get better and make you happy.

Alfie

🐻 He's surprised actually, that it isn't business thats wound up getting you... It was a car on Camden High Road, speeding down the street, fuckin idiot driver snowed up to hight heaven...

🐻 You're actually lucky to be alive, if it wasnt for Ishmael tackling you out of the way you'd have been dragged under the wheels and killed. As it happens his somewhat heavy handed and clumsy manoeuvre did actually save your life. Which alfie is naturally, very grateful for

🐻 Its just unfortunate that when you landed and tumbled into a market stall, fucking Ishmael didn't do a very good job at shielding you from the fall.

🐻 So youve several injuries, the worst is a bloody nose and chin from when you hit the floor, but if youre being honest - and Alfie makes sure youre being honest with him - everything hurts. Your whole body aches

🐻 And then theres the shock, you can't stop shaking, youre trembling all over and youve gone so cold.

🐻 "Oh my, what a mess theyve made of you ziskeit, well its alright, your Alfies got you now yeah, I'll look after you flower, gonna take good care of you don't you worry my darlin, don't you worry..." he's so gentle with you, holds you very carefully so as not to hurt you where youre bruised.

🐻 Runs you a warm bath to bring your tempreture back up, sits you on the side of the tub and undresses you very carefully. His big hands may be gruff and calloused but theyre gentle and careful and when he touches your bruises, palms your ribs to feel for any major damage, he is so careful not to hurt you.

🐻 Hes relieved youre not too hurt, don't need to go to hospital where he wont be able to look after you himself.

🐻 He helps you into the tub, washes you gently, cleans your blood from your face and talks to you the whole time, telling you little stories, talking to you about operas and the like anything to distract you from the pain youre in.

🐻 Then when hes finished and hes satisfied that youre washed and warm, he helps you get dry, wraps you in towels and delicately pats you down. He puts you in one of his loose cotton shirts, it'll keep you warmer than your delicate little slip and it'll be comfier too.

🐻 Then he helps you into your bed, props you up on some pillows and makes sure youre completely comfortable.

🐻 Dresses the wound on your chin and patches it up nice and carefully, although his fingers arent as nimble as yours so its a little messier than the ones you do for him.

🐻 "Now then ziskeit, what you need now right, is some tender, loving, care, and also some rum right, just a little bit to take the edge off... For the shock too, yeah it'll warm you through and see you right as rain, you wait here little one, Alfie'll get us some rum, that'll see you right..."

🐻 Definitely the type to make you soup, he bakes you a special loaf of bread to go with it. Feeds you even though you don't really need feeding. Hes just using the excuse to spoil you.

🐻 When the wound on your chin scars youre afraid he won't find you pretty anymore, that it makes you ugly...

🐻 "What that? Let me get this straight yeah little one... You yeah - my gorgeous, angel of a girl, little ziskeit, banished from heaven for being too fuckin perfect yeah - you, think that that there, that little scar there, is gonna make me think twice about loving the very bones of you, that's what you think? I reckon i need to check that pretty little head of yours for anymore bumps i do sweetheart, you must be going doolally..."

🐻 Kisses your scars, tells you theyre exquisite.

🐻 Will not let you do anything for yourself for quite some time, even when you insist that you're feeling better.

🐻"Can't be too careful ziskeit, wouldnt want you to hurt yourself again would we, no youd better just let your old man take care of that for you yeah?"

🐻 Will keep your room bright, with flowers in it. Will treat you with new books and records and will stop to read to you awhile whenever you ask. He sits with you every morning, helps you wash and change, does your hair for you, brushing it carefully. He loves to brush your hair anyway, loves how soft it is, but this is the perfect excuse to get close to you and spend as long as he likes combing through your long locks.

🐻 He struggles to remember not to make you laugh as this will hurt, its hard though, he just wants his little girl to smile and be happy.

🐻 He's probably going to try and teach you a thing or two about road safety. And when youre out walking together he'll start doing this thing where he makes sure you're walking on the side of the pavement furthest from the road. You think he's being over the top but once he's started doing it he'll insist its the best thing for you.

Arthur

🍂 Youve got a bloody nose and its your own bloody fault, you got in between him and some lad he was fighting with, trying to calm him down.

🍂 Course, you tell him its your own bloody fault... Doesnt mean he believes you, naturally he blames himself. He cries about it, gets drunk about it, takes a little time to get over what hes done before Polly will let him near you.

🍂 "She doesnt need to see you in that state arthur you sort yourself out and do it fucking quickly then you come look after your girl!"

🍂 So he does, he splashes his face with cold water and takes deep breaths the way you taught him too.

🍂 Then he rushes to you, hes brought you flowers and chocolate and hes determined hes going to make this up to you.

🍂"Oh Arthur love you didnt need to..." you start but he cuts you off, coming to sit by your bedside, clasping your hands in his.

🍂 "Yes i fuckin did flower, yes i fuckin did, now i know nothing is gonna make up for what ive done to you..." you cutting him off this time with a kiss.

🍂 "Shut up Arthur, no more apologies please im begging you,"

🍂 But he has to finish saying sorry, he wont stop until hes said it, so in the end you close your eyes, lean back into your pillow and let him finish saying sorry.

🍂 You think hes a fool but he seems so torn up about it, so upset that you cant interrupt him again.

🍂 His forehead to yours, his eyes closed as he kisses your face and says hes sorry again.

🍂 "Wont ever happen again flower i promise you, it wont ever happen again," "I love you y/n i didnt mean it, id never hurt you on purpose," you know hes telling you the truth, you know it was an accident.

🍂 "Aye and I'll never come between you and another man eh" youre having a little joke, trying to lighten the mood but hes so serious. He frowns at you and you say sorry, give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sorry Arthur im only messin with you, you wont hurt me i know, i know,"

🍂 Hes a little clumsy but he does well holding the cloth thsts catching the blood from your nose, rubbing your back and soothing you when the bleeding picks up.

🍂 Tells you youre his brave girl. You tell him youre not even that hurt

🍂 But youve got a bruise throbbing on your cheek that says otherwise.

🍂 He holds ice to it for you to reduce the swelling.

🍂 Makes you tea, brings you pain relief, which you tell him you dont need but which he tells you Pol says youve got to take.

🍂 "You know if you really want to help distract me from the pain..." taking his hand and guiding it down your chest to the waistband of your skirt....

John

🌼 When you get shot at he knows those bullets were for him and he feels so fucking guilty.

🌼 He watches it happen, feeels the freeze of his blood the moment he realises whats about to happen, and then the plimmeting drop in his heart when he sees you struck in the shoulder.

🌼 Its not a bad place to be shot, the shoulder... It won't kill you, but of course it doesnt matter to him where you were shot, it only matters that you were, that he let that happen to his girl...

🌼 He's quick to shoot the perpetrators dead, one after the other, multiple shots to the chest and stomach... Those are bad places to be shot, painful fucking places too, which hes pleased about. He hopes their deaths are slow and agonising.

🌼 Hes at your side, your head in his lap before he's shot his final shots into the perpetrators bodies, one hand holding your face, the other pulling the trigger.

🌼 He refuses to be seperated from you, tries to fight the doctors when they try to take you away from him. You need to have the bullet removed and be patched up but John doesnt want you to go through it alone.

🌼 Polly and Ada have to hold him back, calm him down, theyre reassuring him that youll be alright as long as he lets the doctors do their job.

🌼 The moment those doors to your room open Johns at the doctors side asking all sorts of questions, needing to know that youre okay, that youre going to be alright.

🌼 When they finally let him see you they tell him not to crowd you, to try and be calm and at first no ones sure he'll be able to, he snarls at the doctor "Don't tell me how to treat my fuckin girl!"

🌼 But then when he sees you, unconcious, still and colourless on the bed, the slow rise and fall of your chest, all the fights knocked out of him just like that.

🌼 He falls into the chair at your bedside, the others give him time alone with you because they can see how much he needs it.

🌼 He holds your hand in his, strokes your cheek, when no one is around to see he cries. He can't believe hes let this happen to you, he cant believe he let his girl get hurt. And he says it over and over again, "Im so sorry flower, shoulda been quicker, shoulda been me that got shot..."

🌼 He brings you flowers every day, refuses to leave your side, doesnt eat, hardly sleeps, it gets to a point where polly has to remind him that he wont be any good to you at all if he doesnt keep his strength up.

🌼 When youre awake he kisses you and showers you in affection, he talks to you to distract you from the pain, hes always asking if you're alright, if you need more pain relief, "You'll tell me if it hurts flower won't you, don't try to be brave..."

🌼 But he also tells you you are brave, that hes so proud of you for how good youre healing, how strong you are

🌼 When he gets to take you home he dotes on you, he hardly leaves your side unless its to get you something to eat or drink.

🌼 He wont let anyone else change your dressings, he has to do it because he wants to make sure theyre done proper, and also because he wants to see how the wound is healing, to make sure youre still okay.

🌼He kisses your bandages softly, does it to make you smile.

🌼 When you get a fever from the wound hes by your side nursing you through it with a cold cloth to your face to bring down the fever.

🌼 He actually gets so scared he lets Pol use her rememdies to heal you and they work just as shes always told the boys that they do.

🌼 You get bad dreams about what happened to you sometimes but you never tell him, he knows though and he holds you close to him, kisses you and reassures you, "won't ever let anything happen to you flower, gonna keep you safe,"

🌼 Tells you the scar is a sign how strong you are, makes you look dangerous... Which is hot... Kisses it whenever he can because he won't have you worrying youre not beautiful anymore.

Bonnie

🍀 He slit the throat of the man who did it, the cunt still had his gun to your head and his cock in his hand... Threatened to rape and kill you for being one of those Peaky Blinders' "pikey whore"

🍀He tried his best not to get any of the mans blood on you, slinging the body asside the second his kife had cut and dragged through the artery.

🍀When he saw the state you were in he dropped the knife and dropped to his knees to help you up. When Bonnie had slit the billy boy's throat the man had let go of you and youd collapsed partially from the pain, partially from fear, and partially from the shock.

🍀 Youve been shot, only to wound not to kill, it had been purely out of spite, to stun you into tumbling and not being able to escape. So youre covered in blood, a shaking wreck, sobbing. At first you don't recognise Bonnie because of your panic and you try to push him away from you thinking hes going to hurt you too.

🍀"Its me dove, its me your bonnie, dont fight me flower, im gonna take care of you, its me yeah, your bonnie..." he soeaks gently but he cant hide his fear, he needs to get you back to the settlement, to his father and the boswells who will be able to heal you.

🍀 He does blame himself for what happened but in the moment theres no time for guilt or self pity, he just has to make sure you're alright.

🍀He scoops you up, holds you tight to his body, not too tight that hes hurting but secure enough that you know he won't drop you or let go. He doesn't pay mind about getting blood on him and he lets you cry the whole way back.

🍀 When Aberama has to cut the bullet out of you Bonnie holds you with your back to his chest, his legs either side of you, its to keep you still but also secure.

🍀 "Well done brave girl, youre doing so well little dove, hold on just a little more, be over soon," kissing your hair, letting you bite down on his sleeve when the bullets being cut from you and the wounds being sterilized. It burns, so much you think you'll go insane from the searing of it. But bonnie holds you safe and secure the whole time.

🍀 He feels a little helpless watching someone else bandage your wound, but he does the best he can for you by staying calm, being the sturdy roots that you need to keep you grounded. His staying calm helps you to calm down and its his gentle voice which soothes you and eases your fear.

🍀 "Youre safe now little dove, Ive got you, safe with me,"

🍀Insists on being the one to wash you clean of blood and help you change into softer clothes for sleeping. He kisses your bandaged wound and carries you to bed.

🍀 Sits up and holds you all night, doesn't sleep, just watches you, he needs to know that youve found some peace in your dreams. And he also knows that he needs to be there for you in case you wake up frightened. Hes heard that can happen to people sometimes, they wake up and think its happening all over again.

🍀 He doesnt leave your side the next day, Tommy wants to speak with you about what happened but Bonnie won't let him near you. Tells him to wait. "Won't let you scare her anymore than she already is Mr Shelby, threaten me all you like but i fucking won't let it happen, you won't scare her..."

🍀When he talks to you about what happened he lets you cry, holds you in his arms and soothes you. "S'alright sweet girl he can't hurt you anymore," hes more than a little relieved to find out the evil bastard never got so far as to hurt you down there. That Bonnie got there before he could touch you.

🍀But that doesnt mean youre not suddenly terrified to be vulnerable, even with Bonnie. You cry about it cause you feel fucking stupid, every time your boy goes to touch you, even in the most innocent of ways, a hand your waist or hip, and you flinch. You feel pathetic but Bonnie reassures you its alright, its natural, that it'll pass. That he loves you.

🍀Whilst youre recovering he sits with you as often as he can, he sings to you, makes up stories for you, recites the ones you both remember from childhood. Brushes and plaits your hair, brings you flowers to weave through it.

🍀Goes out hunting to get you the best meat to help you recover, cooks you tasty stews that will help you heal. Probably fusses over you a little more than necessary.

🍀 He knows that being shut up indoors will make you miserable so when he thinks you're well enough he carries you down to the bank of the stream, lets you sit with your feet in the water. He'll stay with you, splash you with his feet, he enjoys seeing you smile and keeping your spirits up.

🍀The kids at the camp are all missing you and are worried but Bonnie is very protective and doesnt want them to exhaust you. Still when they want to come and see you he lets them visit you, give you kisses and bring you the little gifts theyve made or picked. "Just don't you go outdoing me ey little one..." he'll say to them.

🍀After awhile, when your wounds are healed and you're almost fully recovered, he catches you frowning in the mirror, your fingers grazing your scars. "You're beautiful little dove, prettiest girl in the whole wide world, no scars gonna change that,"

🍀It takes a long time for you to be confident going off on your own and reallty, nobody blames you for that, least of all Bonnie. He understands why you're so scared, thats why he crafts you a knife of your very own, one you can keep with you at all times. He teaches you how to use it so that you'll be able to protect yourself.

🍀He's extra posessive and protective of you after the event, whenever he can be he stays close to you, holding your hand, looking after you. He won't let you go into town on your own anymore either, he wants to be with you to keep you safe.

Isaiah

🐀You get cut by a man you reject in the bar you work in. He doesnt realise you're a Peaky boy's girl and when you turn down his attempts to charm you and then spit on him for spanking your arse as you passed his table, he breaks the bottle hes drinking from and cuts you with it.

🐀Isaiah isnt there when it happens but someone who recognises you calls for help.

🐀The other bar maid phones for Isaiah, tells him to come collect you. She tries to help you as best she can. It isn't hard to clear the bar out once she shouts that there'll be peaky boys here any moment.

🐀Then she sits you in one of the sofas and cleans your wounds trying to be careful. Theres a large chunk of glass wedges in your arm though which she knows well enough to leave alone, in case its the only thing keeping all your blood inside you.

🐀When Isaiah finds you there it breaks his heart to see his girl all bloody and in pain. Youve been being brave, trying not to cry, but when he tells you he can either take you to Pol or the hospital to get that glass taken out, you stifle a sob. You hate hospitals.

🐀He sits with you until Polly arrives and when she does she can't believe the sight of you. Isaiahs been doing his best to stop your bleeding from the smaller wounds but its hard when youve got so many of them.

🐀"fucking men, evil bastards, sometimes i think not a single one of you has any good left in you," she says as she gets to work cleaning and bandaging all the smaller wounds which freckle your arm with little cuts. Some are deeper than others and when she cleans them with vodka it burns so deep inside you you cant help but hiss and cry.

🐀But youre being brave because Isaiah is brave, he never gets scared snd so you want to show him youre just as strong as him.

🐀He holds you in his lap, you leaning back against his chest, your arm out on the table for Pol to fix up. All the time Isaiah is talking to you, telling you how well you're doing. "My brave girl, good girl, shhh youre doing so well love,"

🐀When Polly has to remove the glass he gives you his hat (the safe end) to bite down on because he knows its going to hurt. But you do well, gritting your teeth and breathing through the pain just like Polly tells you to.

🐀When youre all bandaged up and free to go home Isaiah takes you back to his place, carries you all the way home, through the front door and up the stairs to bed where he places you down gently and very carefully removes your clothes.

🐀He asks you where the man touched you and then touches you there, smooths his hands over your hips and your bottom being gentle and tender, before he kisses your shoulder and helps you into one of his shirts.

🐀He kisses your injured arm and hand over the bandages and then as you're finally going to sleep he promises he'll get the bastard who did this to you and make him pay.

🐀You help him actually, when youre feeling up to it the two of you start visiting local bars, looking for the man, he organises line ups at the factories Tommy controls until you recognise the man.

🐀And when you do Isaiah takes the mans eyes for you. You're not averse to watching bad men suffer and on this occasion you actually enjoy it a little.

🐀He doesn't blame himself for it happening but he blames the fact that he obviously hasnt made it clear enough to the people of birmingham that you are his girl. So from now on whenever youre out together he has one hand on you at all times. He also makes a huge show of pointing you out to a crowded room, "see this girl here yeah, this girl here is an honorary peaky blinder, so id watch your fuckin mouths when you talk to her!" "Dont fuck with the peaky blinders!"

🐀He will go all out making it known that if any man touches you again he'll fucking kill them.

🐀If you get scars from the shard of glass he'll make sure youre proud of them, he'll tell you it makes you look dangerous, lets men know they should think twice before fucking with you. He will tell you he thinks its a sexy scar, whatever that means.

Michael

☘️When Peaky Business means Michael finds you left on his doorstep beaten unconcious with a note from your attackers, promising war, shoved into your closed fist, Michael blames Tommy

☘️Naturally.

☘️He calls for his mother immediately, he doesn't trust all her healing techniques but he trusts her enough to know that she'll know exactly what you need, whether you're going to need a doctor or whether it looks worse than it really is.

☘️He also phones Tommy, "my fucking wifes just been returned to me, beaten half to death Tommy! What the fuck have you got us into now eh? And why the fuck have you let it get to my family?" he practically spitting down the phone at his cousin. Hes so angry and it doesnt help that Tommy is remaining calm. "Did they leave you a note Michael, letting you know who they are and what they want from you?" "Aye, of course they did..." "There we go then, you know who did it and you'll get the bastards that hurt your wife don't worry..."

☘️But he is worried and he sits by your bedside until you regain conciousness. Polly has you laid on the bed, clothes off so that she can bathe your wounds and clean you up. "Michael make yourself useful eh, you take this cloth and clean the blood... Gently,"

☘️His hands are trembling as he dabs at your battered body with the damp cloth, being careful not to hurt you. You keep groaning in your state of unconscious and its clear Michaels at a complete loss.

☘️He's devestated that something like this could happen to you and he doesnt know what to do.

☘️"Well talk to her love, you'll help her..."

☘️He doesn't know what to say but he holds your fragile hand in his and tries to be as soothing as he can.

☘️ "Youre alright now y/n me an Pol have got you eh, taking care of you... You've taken a beating but you're gonna be fine, promise you, I'll take good care of you sweetheart," hes being so serious its almost comical and when he says "youve my word," Polly has to hide her smirk.

☘️When shes satisfied youre going to be alright, no internal bleeding, no serious breaks, she says she'll leave the two of you in peace but instructs michael to call the second you wake up. She also tells him not to phone Tommy again, "I'll deal with your cousin don't you worry Michael..."

☘️ He has the maids make up the fire in your room and instructs the kitchen to prepare your favourite food. He knows eatings the last thing you'll want to do when you wake up but you've got to eat.

☘️When you wake youre confused and upset but youre also apologetic "Shouldn't have been out on me own Michael, im sorry i caused you trouble," but he wont have any of that. "No love, stop that right now i won't hear it, this wasnt youre fault, wasn't your fault at all,"

☘️ Will silence you with a kiss if you protest and try to apologise again.

☘️He will stay with you, put records on for you, he'll read to you from your favourite books.

☘️And when it comes to trying to get you to eat he'll sit with you, encouraging you, reminding you youve got to eat to help you regain your strength.

☘️At first you don't remember what happened and when Tommy tries to talk to you about it, to find out what they're dealing with he gets frustrated, makes you cry by putting too much pressure on you. Michael intervenes, gets up in Tommys face, eye to eye and speaks very clearly.

☘️"My wifes already been through enough for you Tommy, don't think I'm gonna let you bully her eh? Show some fucking respect!"

☘️They argue about whats best for you, and whats best for the family.

☘️ But in the end Michael loses the argument and has to let Tommy talk to you again.

☘️"Alright, alright fine you can try again, but this time you talk to her fuckin nicely..."

☘️When the two of you are left alone that evening he is so soft and caring with you, he is always asking you if youre alright, if you need anything.

☘️Its almost annoying... Almost

☘️"What i needs my husband..." "I'm hear love anything at all anything you need..." "Wasn't finished Michael, what i needs me husband to calm down, stop worrying so much and come give his wife a cuddle,"

☘️Hes hesitant to get too close to you because hes worried hes going to hurt you, you've some very nasty bruises and a broken rib, youve got bandages over your arms and around your torso. He's convinced theres not a single place he could touch you without causing you pain.

☘️But after some reassurance and serious pleading and pouting and looking like you might cry if he doesnt hug you, he puts his arms around you gingerly and lets you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

☘️Once you're there he relaxes, perhaps this was all either of you needed all along. He feels so much better with you safe in his arms and you feel so relieved to finally be able to feel him next to you.

☘️ You struggle to sleep at night from the pain and also from the bad dreams about what happened to you but Michael never leaves you alone and although sometimes he gets grumpy from lack of sleep, he never takes it out on you. He's soft and tender and soothes you back to sleep.

☘️Pays for the best medical care he can for you, gets you the pain relief you need.

☘️Brings you gifts, sweet pastries, chocolates, the fanciest treats he can find for you. Buys you pretty things for you to wear when youre better.

☘️Gets you a dog, a big one who is loving and friendly to you, but who Michael can train to attack anyone who threatens you.

☘️ "For when I'm not around eh, to keep you safe and sound,"

#Tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #John shelby x reader #Peaky blinders headcanon #Peaky blinders imagines #Bonnie gold x reader #Arthur Shelby x reader #Alfie solomons x reader #Michael gray x reader

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howardhawkshollywoodannex · 9 months

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Samuel L Jackson as attorney Kadar Lewis and Halle Berry as Khaila Richards in Losing Isaiah (1993). This is Sam's second honorable mention, after Die Hard with a Vengeance.

#samuel l jackson #halle berry #losing isaiah

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“Mathew 8:27 But the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!

“There is absolutely nothing that can stand in the way of Jesus.

No enemy has the power He simply casts out demons.

No teacher or skeptic can stump him with a question.

No disease can withstand his call for healing.

Not even nature can baffle or threaten him.

He is not just a man

He is God's Son

He is Immanuel

God with us.

Until we go home to Him it is only then we will fully understand who He is. We can be secure that He will care for us and bring us to his home

Fear is not just being troubled with circumstances it also is the uncertainty about what will ultimately happen to us.

Jesus shows his disciples that their safety, their destiny, is under his command and nothing can withstand his grace offered to bless his disciples

Isaiah 43:2 When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.

There are sometimes times in our lives when we have been hit by blow after blow, and we feel depleted and also defeated. During these occasions, it is easy to lose all hope. The good news is God does not want us to live out our daily existence discouraged or hopeless so He has given us His word as a source of blessing and encouragement.

Deuteronomy 20:4 For the Lord your God is he that goeth with you, to fight for you against your enemies, to save you.

One of the most encouraging thoughts for you to know is that even when things seem the worst God is in control. He easily overcomes what feels impossible to us.

Every time we struggled with feelings of loss and defeat we have to remind ourselves so our hope can be restored.

1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

1 John 5:4 For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.

God does not want us to be overcome by feelings of defeat and despair in spite of the crushing blows we receive. He has given us His powerful word full of encouragement and hope to strengthen us instead.

His will for us is that we live our lives in victory.

We all have battles that we fight every day . It might not be a physical war against other human beings, but rather our struggles may be against our own thought patterns, bad habits or weaknesses.

Sometimes these situations and circumstances that we face that are out of our control. When this occurs read Deuteronomy 20:4 this verse can fill us with hope and courage.

It reminds us that it is the Lord who goes with us to fight for us against our enemies whoever or whatever that may be. God not only fights for us but he also gives us the victory.

2 Samuel 22:18 He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them that hated me: for they were too strong for me.

Heavenly Father

Please act with Your strong power to still the storms in the hearts of those we love. Give them peace and calm and lead them to know that Jesus is their source of help. We ask You to replace our sadness with joy, defeat with victory, and weariness with praise. Help us when we feel defeated, weary or sad to focus on Your blessings in our life rather than on my circumstances. Remind us to praise You the Father at all times so we may obtain life and hope. We ask that You bring all things to our memory that concern You and Your plans in my life. Please increase our hope as we focus on Your Word. Help us to not be conformed to this world but transformed by the renewing of our mind. Strengthen and renew us in our innermost being. Destroy the fiery darts of the enemy that attempt to pierce our souls. May we always hear Your voice and obey Your will. Father, help us to overcome today fears. Thank you for the ones in our life that Love us. We praise You and Love You Lord in all circumstances. In Jesus’ name we pray

Amen.”

(Via)

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Games

Campfires, Twister and confessions

Drinking games gone right

Warnings: cursing, mention of sexual themes

How the hell had a simple "Let's have a campfire" turn into this? Posted around the fire was damn near everyone you knew. Jody and Donna sat on a log with Bobby, the girls had already gone in. Eileen and Sam were sitting next to each other, you were sharing a blanket on the ground with Max and Alicia while Dean was talking to Ty and Garth. A few more hunters were there that had been inducted into not quite the inner circle but the outer inner circle. Madelyn, Isaiah and Victor being a few of them.

Somewhere between the girls and Garth's kids going to bed alcohol had been brought out. "I got an idea!" Alicia spoke and you turned to look at her "Yes dear?" She grinned brightly "Let's play twister!" You shook your head with a laugh "No way" under the best and most sober circumstances you wouldn't have agreed to that. You hadn't played twister since you were a teenager hanging out at the roadhouse with Jo and Ash, not only that but the crush you were harboring on the eldest Winchester had just gotten worse in the months since you moved into the bunker with him and Sam.

Your eyes drifted towards Dean. He was laughing at something Ty had said. The sound warmed you more than the fire even could. When exactly had you fallen for him? It wasn't a question you could answer because it hadn't been a one moment deal. No he'd snuck his way into your heart with every smile, every touch and every kind word or gesture.

You knew Madelyn also had eyes for Dean, it was obvious to anyone that watched and if you were being honest with yourself she was a better match for him than you. You were grouped as a friend to him. Someone who would have his back in a fight, not someone to love. You sighed slightly looking away from Dean back to Alicia as she said "Oh come on! Garth said he has a mat! Bobby, Jody and Donna are sober enough to be the spinner! It'll be fun!"

Victor met your eyes then cut his eyes at Max "Yeah Y/N it could be fun" you groaned inwardly. Of course Victor would wrangle you into helping with the crush he had on Max. Well if you played with the two of them it wouldn't get too awkward considering. A few other people agreed so you nodded begrudgingly "Why not?"

Dean watched you help Alicia block down the twister mat so it wouldn't slide around too much. You laughed when she slid across the mat to you. He smiled at hearing the sound.

Somewhere along the line of you moving into the bunker his feelings had shifted from thinking you were an amazing woman to wondering if he'd ever have a chance with you. You were everything he could've picked in a match and so much more. You were more than capable in the hunting world, absolutely beautiful and would stand your ground against anyone and anything.

He didn't want to admit how deep the feelings he had for you ran because for the simple fact love didn't work out for people like him. He didn't want to lose you just because he loved you and that seemed like his track record. His love was a curse.

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"Ok we have ten people. How do we divide it up?" Alicia asked but before you could suggest Sam shook his head "Eight, me and Eileen aren't playing" you stuck your bottom lip out with a laugh "Ok then eight. So two go rounds of four. Losers have to drink, winners go on to face the other winner?"

Alicia grinned "Let's pick the teams!" It ended up being you, Victor, Max and Ty on one team while Dean, Alicia, Madelyn and Isaiah was on the other. Of course it was your luck that Max lost the game of rock, paper, scissors to Alicia so your team went first.

You laughed when your hand started to slide. Max's longer body was stretched over you and the only rhino that kept you from hitting the dirt was Ty holding one hand onto your waist to allow you a moment to regain your balance. Victor had already bailed because he fell trying to reach under you.

"Right foot green" Bobby called out and you heard Ty groan a moment before he cursed and hit the dirt. You pulled your right foot up hearing a whistle from Alicia at the angle it put you at "Bite me Banes!" You hollered hearing a "Hey!" From Max.

"Then there were two!" Sam laughed. You cut your eyes up at him "Excuse me moose but I don't see you trying this!" "Left foot blue!" Donna called out and when Max seen how he'd have to move he let out a low whistle "Nope. Y/N wins it!"

The moment he moved you were on your feet. "Technically I won but I still need a drink while the next round happens"

You sat down next to Sam taking the drink Eileen offered as the next team got ready. You weren't eager to watch Madelyn and Dean get as close as you and Max had but oh well. He wasn't yours, not in that way.

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Dean cut his eyes at you already regretting not dipping out of this. Watching you under Max wasn't that bad, watching Ty steady you with a hand on your waist however? That made that jealous streak flare up in him.

"Worse ways to lose" Madelyn spoke from where she'd fell under Dean. You rolled your eyes taking another shot. Why had you agreed to this?

She got up (with Dean's help of course) and grabbed his arm "Let's get a drink" he rubbed his back "Yeah I think I need one" you spoke up, your inner lips loosened by the alcohol "Wanna just forfeit then Winchester? You know you ain't as young as you used to be, maybe you ain't as flexible either"

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Dean stopped in his tracks. You weren't drunk by no means but you'd gotten just enough alcohol in you he could hear the small simmer of anger in your voice that anyone else would've missed. Hold on, were you jealous over Madelyn?

He raised an eyebrow "That sounded like a challenge sweetheart" you grinned "Cause it was" a chorus of "Oohhh" went around the group. Dean nodded, drink long forgotten "Cmon then"

You sat the bottle in your hand down. "Let's do it"

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You were determined to win this damn game. Bobby, Jody and Donna had called it a night so Sam was the spinner.

The position you were currently in was less then ideal though. You were halfway under Dean, both of you working to beat the other and you weren't sure why either of you were being so damn competive.

"Left foot yellow" Sam called and you groaned before muttering "Fuck it" you slid under Dean to move your foot up to the yellow mark that was right next to his left hand. The angle meant your ass was firmly against his crotch. "God dammit" he breathed and you glanced over your shoulder at him "Tapping out?" He grinned "Never sweetheart" he shifted slightly and you bit your lip. Fuck why had you been eager to tease yourself?

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If Dean was being honest he was moments from tapping and asking you if you wanted to take a walk with him. The feeling only got worse when you nearly lost your footing and had to readjust your hips which meant your ass rubbing back against him.

It took every ounce of willpower he had to not roll his hips forward. Fuck he wanted you under him without so many eyes or so many clothes in the way. You shifted again and he couldn't stop the light groan that escaped him.

"Right foot blue" he looked down and cursed "Fuck it. I give Y/N wins it" he moved to sit back on his heels and you turned with your back against the mat to look up at him "I made Dean Winchester tap. I feel like I need a t-shirt made or something"

Ty moved to offer you a hand up so you took it while Dean took the drink Sam offered.

After twister a lot of people started heading for tents or the cabin. You were still sitting on a log watching the embers of the fire burn down. Ty sat next to you while Dean sat across from you with Madelyn and Isaiah.

She was flirting her ass off and you weren't sure if it was working or not. Ty had tried flirting but when you shut it down he was a gentleman about it. "I'm going to my tent!" You announced, standing up. Dean's eyes tracked your movements before he said "Can we take a walk first Y/N?" You saw the look that flashed through Madelyns eyes before she said "Well I'm headed into the cabin"

She walked off so you motioned to Dean "Lead the way" Isaiah offered to put out the embers while Ty headed the other way to his own tent. You walked next to Dean. He'd sat up your tent right next to his own. They were tucked between the impala and a wall of the cabin.

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You waited until you'd gotten out of earshot of Isaiah to say "Something wrong?" He stopped you with a hand on your arm "Yeah" you turned to face him, worry flushing the jealousy out of your system "What?"

He looked back towards where the fire had been before saying "Is there something between us for you? Because I've been biting my tongue, thinking it would fade or maybe hoping you'd find someone good enough for you but seeing Ty touch you? Feeling you under me, even if it was clothed and mostly innocent. I'm gonna feel like an asshole here if not but sweetheart I've had feelings for you for a while. If you don't feel the same way we'll forget this conversation ever happened and I promise you there will be no awkwardness"

Your heart was in your throat at his confession "And if I feel the same?" He let a smirk slip onto his face "Then I'd ask if I could kiss you" you pulled him down to you. The moment his lips met yours you felt your knees weaken slightly. Fuck the man could kiss. He licked into your mouth, rolling his tongue against yours and relishing in the sounds he was pulling from you.

You pulled away from each other, chests heaving slightly "If I asked you to share my tent?" You asked and he raised an eyebrow "In a you want me sleeping next to you way or" "in a I want to be under you without the clothes or it being innocent way" you cut him off and he groaned leaning his head down against your neck "I'd say I'm the luckiest man alive" you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards your tent "Cmon then Winchester let's see who taps first this time"

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction

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