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officialyourdailyinspiration · 6 months

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Bowen's Daily Meditations

by Rev. George Bowen

"The water that I shall give him, shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life." – John 4:14

"Art thou able, Christ, to slake the thirst of my soul? Dost thou know what strength of desire there is in me? Consider what seas of goodness have, in the providence of God, been poured upon me without in the least diminishing the force of aspiration within me. Whatever is given, seems only to stimulate my imagination and send it soaring a higher flight. Thus it would appear that in the very nature of things I never can know satisfaction. Give me everything that I can now conceive of, and scarcely will I have looked upon it before my conception has found its wings again; and where my conception goes there also goes my desire. How then canst thou give me water to quench the thirst of my soul? Knowest thou my soul and her thirst? Where hast thou that water?"

He that formed thee knoweth thee. Thy conception cannot exceed the conception of God; must indeed, even in its wildest flight, fall infinitely short of it. Thine is a conception of desire; his is a conception relating to the satisfaction of that desire. Wonderful therefore as thou art in thy mental constitution, gigantic as is the power of aspiration in thee, He that made thee is infinitely more wonderful. It would indeed have been the greatest mistake on his part, to make a creature with a power of conception which he himself could not over take. He has made no such mistake as this. All his perfections testify that he is able to satisfy thee. Let it be therefore firmly settled in your mind that there is no absolute and invincible difficulty in the way of your blessedness.

There is a disordered thirst that nothing can assuage. The torment remains, however often or abundantly you answer the call of the patient for water. Oh, if you could give him some water that would reach the seat of his disease, subdue his fever, and recover him from that mad disordered thirst, you would approve yourself the very physician that he needs. Now this is what Christ does. He knows well that if he gave thee all wealth, all luxury, all art, all renown, all success, all power, all beautiful sights and sounds, yet would not these unbounded largesses tend in the least to slake the thirst of thy soul for happiness. But the water that he giveth thee, goes to thy soul and cures the terrible disease that has made havoc of thy life; changes the character of thy desire; causes to spring up in thee emotions and affections corresponding to the wise and loving thoughts of God, and then satisfies these desires.

Has the water that Christ has given thee become, Christian, a well in thee? Hast thou within thyself a well of perennial purity and bliss, of beautiful thoughts, delight in God, willingness to do his will, peace, strength to resist temptation, love to your fellow-men, anticipation of glory? If there be in thee this inexhaustible well of all that is desirable, then hast thou enough not only for thyself, but for thy neighbors, for all mankind in fact. Yes, if thou alone of all the family of man, were in possession of such a well, from thee there might go forth streams to make glad the entire face of earth, to satisfy the entire wants of men. For this well in thee, is Christ in thee.

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ao3feed-tf2ships · 3 months

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IX - Dovetailed

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53474938

by flamingokid

He thought about his dream, how he’d wanted to hold Medic, cradle him against him and make him his own. How good to him he’d be if he could just figure out how to be good in the first place. Didn’t love start with the self, or something like that? But I don’t want to start at self love, I’m awful at self love. You sure seem to be the duck's guts at loving Ludwig, though!, his heart pointed out cheekily. Was going out of order an acceptable thing to do? Was that something people did?

Was it possible to be in love with someone first and learn to love yourself a little later? Was it too late to love himself, or anyone at all?

Words: 2105, Chapters: 2/15, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of Thou Giveth Fever - A Bushmedicine Story

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Medic/Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Angst, Teammates to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Repression

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53474938

#TF2 Medic #TF2 Sniper #MedicSniper #TF2 Bush Medicine

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fandomfriend · 9 months

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Fanart for Thou Giveth Fever

So there’s this really good bushmedicine series on AO3 by @mickmundy and I made a keychain for it.

The whole series is pretty full of symbolism, but I chose a few things from the series that wouldn’t be too hard to simplify down into a keychain. On one side is an apricot and a pomegranate. On the other side is a dove and crocodile.

(All four look slightly janky, but I also don’t have much experience making keychain sized patterns. It’s hard making a recognizable looking image that also fits within a space 11 squares wide.)

I also added a couple metal charms, one a feather and the other an anatomically correct heart. I am currently very tired, so I’ll probably wait and explain my reasonings for my choices later.

Please go read the series, it’s very good: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2796286

Here’s some pictures I took of my work:

Sorry for the terrible lighting, it’s like, midnight for me right now. I just wanted to post this before I lost my nerve. If Dutch is reading this, hiya, I hope you like it! I tried my best. :D

#general post #bushmedicine #TF2

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unhallowedarts · 1 year

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I’d like to applaud Otis Blackwell, Eddie Cooley and Peggy Lee for writing the closest thing I’ve ever heard to a five-paragraph-essay song.

(Please note that I’m not here to discuss whether the thesis of the essay is CORRECT, nor to discuss the ethics or accuracy of the examples. This is just about the FORMAT of the essay. Feel free to analyze the content in another post.)

1. Hook: A personal anecdote that introduces the main idea of the essay

Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever

2. Thesis: Clearly stating the point illustrated by their anecdote:

Everybody's got the fever That is something you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long ago

3. Body Paragraph 1: Specific example with commentary to support the thesis.

’Romeo loved Juliet Juliet, she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, "Julie, baby, you're my flame" Thou giveth fever

4. Body Paragraph 2: Specific example with commentary to support the thesis

Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare" He gives me fever

5. Conclusion: Restate your thesis

Now you've listened to my story Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade They give you fever

My only note is of course that the hook here takes up two whole paragraphs, with a third for the thesis, while there are only two body paragraphs. For a more traditional five paragraph format, they should tighten up that hook to be more of a teaser, so the hook and thesis together can be paragraph one, Then they can add a third body paragraph where they expand on that personal story introduced in the hook. But considering they were PROBABLY not intending to turn this in for English class, they did a remarkably good job and damn do I wish I was still teaching so I could use this for an example. But I’m not, so tumblr gets to read it instead :P

#music #literature #language arts #peggy lee #otis blackwell #eddie cooley

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craftylovegentlemen · 10 minutes

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Deuteronomy

Chapter 28

1 And it shall come to pass, if thou shalt hearken diligently unto the voice of the LORD thy God, to observe and to do all his commandments which I command thee this day, that the LORD thy God will set thee on high above all nations of the earth: 2 And all these blessings shall come on thee, and overtake thee, if thou shalt hearken unto the voice of the LORD thy God. 3 Blessed shalt thou be in the city, and blessed shalt thou be in the field. 4 Blessed shall be the fruit of thy body, and the fruit of thy ground, and the fruit of thy cattle, the increase of thy kine, and the flocks of thy sheep. 5 Blessed shall be thy basket and thy store. 6 Blessed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and blessed shalt thou be when thou goest out. 7 The LORD shall cause thine enemies that rise up against thee to be smitten before thy face: they shall come out against thee one way, and flee before thee seven ways. 8 The LORD shall command the blessing upon thee in thy storehouses, and in all that thou settest thine hand unto; and he shall bless thee in the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. 9 The LORD shall establish thee an holy people unto himself, as he hath sworn unto thee, if thou shalt keep the commandments of the LORD thy God, and walk in his ways. 10 And all people of the earth shall see that thou art called by the name of the LORD; and they shall be afraid of thee.

11 And the LORD shall make thee plenteous in goods, in the fruit of thy body, and in the fruit of thy cattle, and in the fruit of thy ground, in the land which the LORD sware unto thy fathers to give thee. 12 The LORD shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thine hand: and thou shalt lend unto many nations, and thou shalt not borrow. 13 And the LORD shall make thee the head, and not the tail; and thou shalt be above only, and thou shalt not be beneath; if that thou hearken unto the commandments of the LORD thy God, which I command thee this day, to observe and to do them: 14 And thou shalt not go aside from any of the words which I command thee this day, to the right hand, or to the left, to go after other gods to serve them. 15 But it shall come to pass, if thou wilt not hearken unto the voice of the LORD thy God, to observe to do all his commandments and his statutes which I command thee this day; that all these curses shall come upon thee, and overtake thee: 16 Cursed shalt thou be in the city, and cursed shalt thou be in the field. 17 Cursed shall be thy basket and thy store. 18 Cursed shall be the fruit of thy body, and the fruit of thy land, the increase of thy kine, and the flocks of thy sheep. 19 Cursed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and cursed shalt thou be when thou goest out. 20 The LORD shall send upon thee cursing, vexation, and rebuke, in all that thou settest thine hand unto for to do, until thou be destroyed, and until thou perish quickly; because of the wickedness of thy doings, whereby thou hast forsaken me.

21 The LORD shall make the pestilence cleave unto thee, until he have consumed thee from off the land, whither thou goest to possess it. 22 The LORD shall smite thee with a consumption, and with a fever, and with an inflammation, and with an extreme burning, and with the sword, and with blasting, and with mildew; and they shall pursue thee until thou perish. 23 And thy heaven that is over thy head shall be brass, and the earth that is under thee shall be iron. 24 The LORD shall make the rain of thy land powder and dust: from heaven shall it come down upon thee, until thou be destroyed. 25 The LORD shall cause thee to be smitten before thine enemies: thou shalt go out one way against them, and flee seven ways before them: and shalt be removed into all the kingdoms of the earth. 26 And thy carcase shall be meat unto all fowls of the air, and unto the beasts of the earth, and no man shall fray them away. 27 The LORD will smite thee with the botch of Egypt, and with the emerods, and with the scab, and with the itch, whereof thou canst not be healed. 28 The LORD shall smite thee with madness, and blindness, and astonishment of heart: 29 And thou shalt grope at noonday, as the blind gropeth in darkness, and thou shalt not prosper in thy ways: and thou shalt be only oppressed and spoiled evermore, and no man shall save thee. 30 Thou shalt betroth a wife, and another man shall lie with her: thou shalt build an house, and thou shalt not dwell therein: thou shalt plant a vineyard, and shalt not gather the grapes thereof.

31 Thine ox shall be slain before thine eyes, and thou shalt not eat thereof: thine ass shall be violently taken away from before thy face, and shall not be restored to thee: thy sheep shall be given unto thine enemies, and thou shalt have none to rescue them. 32 Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long: and there shall be no might in thine hand: 33 The fruit of thy land, and all thy labours, shall a nation which thou knowest not eat up; and thou shalt be only oppressed and crushed alway: 34 So that thou shalt be mad for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see. 35 The LORD shall smite thee in the knees, and in the legs, with a sore botch that cannot be healed, from the sole of thy foot unto the top of thy head. 36 The LORD shall bring thee, and thy king which thou shalt set over thee, unto a nation which neither thou nor thy fathers have known; and there shalt thou serve other gods, wood and stone. 37 And thou shalt become an astonishment, a proverb, and a byword, among all nations whither the LORD shall lead thee. 38 Thou shalt carry much seed out into the field, and shalt gather but little in; for the locust shall consume it. 39 Thou shalt plant vineyards, and dress them, but shalt neither drink of the wine, nor gather the grapes; for the worms shall eat them. 40 Thou shalt have olive trees throughout all thy coasts, but thou shalt not anoint thyself with the oil; for thine olive shall cast his fruit.

41 Thou shalt beget sons and daughters, but thou shalt not enjoy them; for they shall go into captivity. 42 All thy trees and fruit of thy land shall the locust consume. 43 The stranger that is within thee shall get up above thee very high; and thou shalt come down very low. 44 He shall lend to thee, and thou shalt not lend to him: he shall be the head, and thou shalt be the tail. 45 Moreover all these curses shall come upon thee, and shall pursue thee, and overtake thee, till thou be destroyed; because thou hearkenedst not unto the voice of the LORD thy God, to keep his commandments and his statutes which he commanded thee: 46 And they shall be upon thee for a sign and for a wonder, and upon thy seed for ever. 47 Because thou servedst not the LORD thy God with joyfulness, and with gladness of heart, for the abundance of all things; 48 Therefore shalt thou serve thine enemies which the LORD shall send against thee, in hunger, and in thirst, and in nakedness, and in want of all things: and he shall put a yoke of iron upon thy neck, until he have destroyed thee. 49 The LORD shall bring a nation against thee from far, from the end of the earth, as swift as the eagle flieth; a nation whose tongue thou shalt not understand; 50 A nation of fierce countenance, which shall not regard the person of the old, nor shew favour to the young:

51 And he shall eat the fruit of thy cattle, and the fruit of thy land, until thou be destroyed: which also shall not leave thee either corn, wine, or oil, or the increase of thy kine, or flocks of thy sheep, until he have destroyed thee. 52 And he shall besiege thee in all thy gates, until thy high and fenced walls come down, wherein thou trustedst, throughout all thy land: and he shall besiege thee in all thy gates throughout all thy land, which the LORD thy God hath given thee. 53 And thou shalt eat the fruit of thine own body, the flesh of thy sons and of thy daughters, which the LORD thy God hath given thee, in the siege, and in the straitness, wherewith thine enemies shall distress thee: 54 So that the man that is tender among you, and very delicate, his eye shall be evil toward his brother, and toward the wife of his bosom, and toward the remnant of his children which he shall leave: 55 So that he will not give to any of them of the flesh of his children whom he shall eat: because he hath nothing left him in the siege, and in the straitness, wherewith thine enemies shall distress thee in all thy gates. 56 The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness, her eye shall be evil toward the husband of her bosom, and toward her son, and toward her daughter, 57 And toward her young one that cometh out from between her feet, and toward her children which she shall bear: for she shall eat them for want of all things secretly in the siege and straitness, wherewith thine enemy shall distress thee in thy gates. 58 If thou wilt not observe to do all the words of this law that are written in this book, that thou mayest fear this glorious and fearful name, THE LORD THY GOD; 59 Then the LORD will make thy plagues wonderful, and the plagues of thy seed, even great plagues, and of long continuance, and sore sicknesses, and of long continuance. 60 Moreover he will bring upon thee all the diseases of Egypt, which thou wast afraid of; and they shall cleave unto thee.

61 Also every sickness, and every plague, which is not written in the book of this law, them will the LORD bring upon thee, until thou be destroyed. 62 And ye shall be left few in number, whereas ye were as the stars of heaven for multitude; because thou wouldest not obey the voice of the LORD thy God. 63 And it shall come to pass, that as the LORD rejoiced over you to do you good, and to multiply you; so the LORD will rejoice over you to destroy you, and to bring you to nought; and ye shall be plucked from off the land whither thou goest to possess it. 64 And the LORD shall scatter thee among all people, from the one end of the earth even unto the other; and there thou shalt serve other gods, which neither thou nor thy fathers have known, even wood and stone. 65 And among these nations shalt thou find no ease, neither shall the sole of thy foot have rest: but the LORD shall give thee there a trembling heart, and failing of eyes, and sorrow of mind: 66 And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life: 67 In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see. 68 And the LORD shall bring thee into Egypt again with ships, by the way whereof I spake unto thee, Thou shalt see it no more again: and there ye shall be sold unto your enemies for bondmen and bondwomen, and no man shall buy you.

Deuteronomy 28

Diane Beauford

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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The Slutty Webs One Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 8

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Pepper returned from the lobby to an edgy Tony. "Was Hannah down there? What took you so long to answer your phone?"

"No and I was talking to someone."

"You stalled to make new friends? I worried you were dragging said witch up here in a headlock."

"Wrong. Is Loki still consoling Brianna?"

"Yes."

Pepper dropped a mini bomb and Tony disconcertedly sighed. "He isn't going to like this." The couple appeared at the guest room door. "Hey, Little Warrior. Feeling any better?"

She nodded.

"Badass and I wondered if you'd stick around. Maybe Daddikins can conjure Mario Kart? I miss you kicking my tushy."

Virginia's nervous smile had Loki encouraging it and once Tony had Brianna distracted, they slipped out of sight. She conveyed returning to the Tea shop, claimed Hannah resembled an old friend and asked which direction she'd gone in. The cashier said she did a double take at something in the lobby, appeared as though seeing a ghost and dashed towards the hotel exit without her purchases.

Loki's face became a storm of tumultuous emotions and she startled when a snap of his fingers conjured a book.

"Should I have said nothing?"

He cynically chuckled, scanning the title pages. "Ever thought your God in heaven found amusement in bombarding your life with fuckery, like the Norn's do mine? The arm of his celestial robe hanging high while he mockingly inspires you with a goblet of mead? 'Rise up, Homes. I'm off for a shag with Mary.'"

"All Midgardians have."

"Have all dragged their only friends into Alice's fucking wonderland where the big bad wolf keeps hounding at the door? Excuse me, I'm intertwining fairy tales."

"Probably half. Are you okay?"

"Right as rain, girlfriend. Right, found it. I haven't used this spell on a child and need the right measurement of ingredients."

She nervously stumbled over a pair of small shoes. "A 'spell???'"

"To make Brianna sleep. Shhh. I must concentrate."

She watched, dazzled, as tiny bottles appeared mid air and part of their contents emptied into his cupped palm. Moving it in a circular motion, they combined like fluid sand, glowed a soft white, then faded into transparent flakes as the book and bottles vanished.

"Calmly return to the main room with me?"

They did just as Tony blundered a turn at Mario. "I'ma gonna givva you such a smacka, you cartoon pisano."

When Brianna laughed, Loki waved his hand before her face from behind. "Forgive me, Min Lille."

"D..dad…"

Tony caught her. "What's up with the magically induced coma?"

"She's better off." Said Loki, sharper than intended.

Stark situated Little Warrior while he paced, grinding a fist into his palm. There hadn't been time to process any definitive plans to apprehend Brianna's captors and discovering the fourth incited a rage only her reciprocated love had contained. Now, his nerves were stretched to their limits, forcing him to convey more than he wanted, risk finally reaching out for help and configure one. Fast.

"Scotch, Snowflake?"

He sighed heavily and stopped. "I must keep a clear head and so should you. The secrecy and lies, the hiding, everything I've done has been to protect Brianna and yourselves since the instant she graced my life. If I'm to continue, we need to trust each other completely. No matter how disturbing my information, you will make no inquiries, tell no one and from here forth, do 'exactly' as I say. Should you veer off course, we leave for real and you'll be fighting a dangerous battle alone. You may regardless if I can't contain Thor's rage over this."

"A battle with who?"

"This will hit home, Tony. Give me your word."

"It's yours, Pepper's too, right?" She nodded. "For insurance, she can text you a pic of me in a chastity belt. Hell, send it to Jimmy Kimmel. Are we good?"

"I'd rather you signed a wager to become a goat. How much longer is your suite booked for?"

"Another ten days."

"Virginia, pack for a week please? I need your help with Brianna at a safe house. Tony, contact your pilot. You're going home."

"Alex is in Aruba celebrating his girlfriend's breast implants. 'Why' Loki?"

"Fuck." He muttered. "Because I'm certain Fury's involved in Brianna's existence and you 'don't' want him up your shit when you aren't there. He was fucking Hannah and six and half years ago, introduced her and Jillian to Viriginia at his fiftieth birthday bash."

Tony slid both hands down his face. "I..shit..whoa. How do you know that and who's Jillian?"

Pepper frantically retraced her memory. "Jillian...was she the petite brunette with doe like eyes?"

"Congratulations." Loki replied. "You've also met Brianna's Mother. It's all in her diary."

"WHAT?!?" Said the couple, shocked.

"Save your questions! If Brianna's the reason Hannah bailed, by now the evil foursome knows she's escaped and you're aware she exists. Were I Fury, I'd be gathering my accomplices for interrogation, initiating a low key search for the four of us and putting eyes on the Tower 'and' Thor, where he'll find Astrid. Please, 'help me.'"

"Okay, okay. Can you teleport me back?" Asked Stark.

"No. Fury knows I have that ability. If S.H.I.E.L.D's watching and never see you enter…"

"What the fuck? You think they're involved too?"

"Oh my god." Said Pepper.

Loki tuned them out and conjured a bag of burner phones. "Book a seat on the next flight out in any class. Delete our past conversations and cease using your phones to contact me. If Brianna awakens, have her call me on one of these. I'll be back before dawn."

"You're leaving???"

"Yes. To relocate Astrid and warn Thor. Wish me luck he doesn't break New Mexico."

Loki vanished into a portal leaving the couple aghast.

"Well Butch, we're up to our eyeballs in another shit storm. I should've ignored the flu and gone with you that night."

She cracked a tiny smile. "Before or after you fell asleep next to the toilet?"

Tony nodded, observing Brianna in her slumber. "And dreamt Buzz Lightyear brought me our duvet."

"High fevers induce hallucinations. That was me in a white pants suit."

"You sure sounded like 'Tim The Toolman Taylor.'

He was doing it again. Comedically rambling off topic to cushion the blow of a truth that rubbed him wrong from every angle.

"Tony?" Said Pepper.

"Hm?"

"Promise no veering? I haven't trusted Nick since Steve found those weapons on the Helicarrier."

"None of us Avengers do either. I won't, he's too dangerous. With the ability to fuck us over worse than any accusations of harboring a missing child could. Virginia..this is bad. What more was in that diary?"

"It is, but we have to stay focused. A sleep deprived, frazzled Loki discovering we aren't ready, won't want to talk. I'll get our suitcases."

Tony followed. "Did you bring a warm coat? I'll bet he conjured that safehouse in the Siberian Tundra." ***** Loki first returned to their room to collect his and Brianna's things. Time was crucial, but before seeking Astrid, he needed to tune into her ring. Left on, it steadily recorded her and using a hologram, he rewound to the day he departed Asgard and quickly scanned through the mundane.

He watched her pained reaction to his note, heard hers and Frigga's spiteful words, witnessed their treatment of Thor, heard himself being defended, their following remorse and the lies conjured betwixt Mother and son. Although impressed by Frigga duplicating Astrid's ring, he wasn't in the mood for another presumed 'lecture on morality' and fast forwarded to them parting ways in Asgard.

Night after night, he saw Astrid entering Ingrid's bed chamber and once heard his Mother in law scolding a hidden Roddy from her doorway. "Doth's thou newest mistress prefer perfuming as well? Your stench giveth you away."

He'd have laughed if not for Astrid's tears, but when forwarding to the present, she wasn't sleeping at Thor's. His means of travel would remain portals and high on adrenaline, he arrived to gather her belongings and cringed at the sounds of lovemaking.

"That's it princess. Take your Kings tallywacker like a good girl."

'Norns.' Loki conjured more burner phones, blared the living room's television and Thor came running, cock at full mast. "Brilliant way to greet an intruder, dingus."

"Brother!" Thor exuberantly bellowed on approach.

Loki conjured a dagger. "Hug me naked and tallywacker gets beheaded. Where's Astrid?"

"At the Rosewood."

Loki frowned. "You let my wife, who hops realms on a fucking whim, stay at a hotel???"

Jane came rushing down the stairs in a Betty Boop robe and he arched a brow. "Hi, Loki. It's only for two nights and she offered to give us time alone."

Thor's smile faded. "I didn't hear anything in the guest bedroom. Did you bug our house?"

"Yes, brother. 'I', snagged a side job installing covert surveillance on Midgards superheroes. Spark another spliff and do cover your cock?"

Jane did with a decorative plate from the dining table. "Astrid's room number is 718."

"She won't be returning. Do not leave, answer the door, your calls, or open the blinds. I 'will be' returning, but briefly."

In a flash, he was gone and Jane looked up at Thor. "I can't call in this soon, my vacation just ended."

"Loki wasn't asking, Jane. Something's awry." ***** Astrid had risen early and after seeking ice, dropped the bucket upon discovering Loki in her room. Accustomed to wearing Midgardian attire, her blue jean leggings contoured her shape, highlighted by a white tank beneath a second of mesh knit. Her blond waves cascaded down her breasts and she looked so virginal without makeup, his loins ached.

"Hello, my lovely."

Unsure what Thor had conveyed, she hesitated approaching. "Hi. I would offer you a drink but..." She knelt to gather the cubes and hide a falling tear. "I hav..haven't any liquor."

Loki lovingly gathered her into his arms. "Astrid."

"Forgive me, Min kjærlighet." She sobbed. "I made you run when needing me most."

He kissed her lips and cheeks. "I ran for a multitude of reasons, but have left Brianna sleeping to come for you."

"You knew I was on Midgard?"

"Not until recently and you mustn't be angry with Thor for not conveying so. He stayed silent at my request, even to Jane and was oblivious to our location. You mean the world to me as does Brianna now too, but something's gone wrong and I fear you're both in danger. It would take too long to explain and there's so much I must before you meet."

"Then let's return to Asgard. Wouldn't we be safe there?"

"We can't yet."

She slowly slid from his embrace, confused. "Brianna's in danger, yet isn't with you or Thor. She's with Tony and Pepper isn't she?"

"Yes, my lovely, but you can't be angry with them either. They've been wonderful to her."

"I'm not, I'm sad again. Everyone knew about her before me. What does that say about 'us', Loki? Are we okay?"

He embraced her again. "Yes. Darling, Tony, Pepper and Thor knew of her before I did too and you knew before Jane."

"Really? Wait, Thor lied to myself and your Mother?"

"Astrid, please. He had to, they too might be in danger and Brianna will panic if I'm not there when she awakens. Come with me to a temporary location until everybody's situated?" Loki kissed her hands. "It means being shielded from Heimdall for a while. If not, Thor can..."

She hastily kissed him. "I'm not returning to Asgard without you."

Loki wanted to bed her until she wailed his name so loud, her voice cracked every window in the hotel. "Prepare thyself, my lovely. You're going underground."

While she checked out, Loki ventured to Alberta and created her a lesser version of their bedchambers in Asgard.

Astrid caressed the beds plush duvet of greens and gold. "You replicated everything."

He conjured her luggage. "I wanted you to feel at home."

She smiled. "I'll be okay, Loki. Go."

With a newfound determination, Loki returned to Thor. "I thank the Valhallas you've dressed."

"You've seen me naked before, brother."

Loki addressed Jane. "He was playing nude hide and seek in the backwoods with some maidens, late for another archery lesson. Our father sent me searching. Without appearing rude, may we please have a moment alone?"

She frowned at Thor. "I'll be in the garage inflating my bicycle tires."

Thor waited for the door to close. "You could've said we were teens. How have we been compromised?"

"Clever, brother."

"Are Brianna and Astrid safe?"

Loki nodded.

"Flying human and Virginia?"

"Not if Jane talks."

A loud growl from Thor soon had her running back inside. "Holy shit on a pogo stick!"

He was standing in the living room holding their heavy glass coffee table above his head with Loki in his face. "Throw that and it vanishes before landing."

"Then I'll break something else!"

"This is why I kept information from you! Think rationally, Thor. Your neighbors will post this all over social media. How will that benefit any of us?"

He gently placed it down. "Brother, he..a child?"

"I know, but please let me handle it my way?"

"She's your daughter. I respect that. What do you need from us?" Loki eyed Jane and Thor sighed. "Yes, you can trust her."

When he was done talking, she hurled on the carpet while Thor pondered murdering Fury.

Loki used magic to clean it up. "You have my instructions. No interfering."

"We understand, brother. Go." ***** After leaving the Savoy, Hannah had rushed to the nearest pharmacy and returned to her hotel, spitting sparks. "That lying bitch! Her little brat does have powers!" She checked out, checked into another across town and called her boyfriend. He answered from a plane on it's way to England.

"Hello, pretty lady. Did you enjoy your heart throbs play? Wish I could've come."

Hannah eyed the stolen silk tie Tom had used to bound her wrists the night before and deviously grinned. 'I don't. Hiddleston and I hooked up.' "Tom was amazing." 'With a dick that makes yours look microscopic.' "How was Mrs. Finkelsteins second facelift?"

"Useless, but she's rich. I bought you some new lingerie."

"Did you keep the receipt? I'm breaking up with you."

"Hannah, why? What will I tell my parents?"

"Life doesn't always work out as planned? Don't miss your connecting flight to Sweden. Bye."

She hung up, turned her ringer off and opened a box of black hair dye. "Now that I'm screwed, so are you 'Pepper Potts' and your billionaire boyfriend."

#Loki #others #submission #submitted fic #the slutty webs one weaves #chapter 8 #lokilover9

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vintagevalentinex · 4 years

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Fever

So here is another Benny/Reader story (because I have no chill). This fic is inspired by the song Fever by Peggy Lee. I strongly recommend that you listen to the song before and/or while you read the story! Anyway…I hope you like it! :)

@icecream-and-winchesters @bovaria @abaddonwithyall @aprofoundbondwithdean @maraisabellegrey @bkwrm523 @kittenofdoomage @ohfora67impala @theerinpage

Title: Fever Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~2425 Pairing: (Benny x Reader) Warnings: Smut, smut, smut.

You hated the summer. It was bad enough that you hated the way your legs looked in shorts (that’s another story for a different day.). It was way too hot, and sweating was definitely not on your list of favorite things to do. As much as you hated regular summer, you hated the summers down south exponentially more. The summers in Louisiana were awful. To begin with, the heat was nearly unbearable. That combined with the ungodly humidity and you were a soupy mess.

One would think that would be reason enough to completely avoid that god-forsaken state. But no. There happened to be a very handsome vampire that saved your tail from time to time. You know it sounds crazy…a seasoned hunter having the hots for a vampire. It wasn’t the way things were supped to go. It wasn’t natural. But god damn did it feel so good. The tension between the two of you was electric—and you certainly weren’t the only one to notice. The Winchester brothers would tease you mercilessly whenever you met up. So when are you and Benny hooking up? He was a pirate, you know? Pirates are sexy, right? C’mon (Y/N) the two of you need to get together already.

You had had enough of their teasing. Didn’t they have their own business to attend to? You rolled your eyes as you drove down the familiar highways, sighing as you turned on the AC. Word had it that there were some werewolves causing trouble down in this neck of the woods. You thought it might be a good idea to swing by Benny’s diner to see if he could be any help.

You remember the last time the both of you worked together.

“C’mon (Y/N) I’m not that bad!”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling a little.

“Alright, alright fine. You’re not completely awful.”

Benny held his hands to his heart dramatically. “Oh darlin’ you wound me so!” His eyes twinkled mirthfully as he continued to look at you.

You couldn’t help but mirror the smile he wore as you cleaned off your blade, completely tuckered out after wiping out an entire vampire nest, even with Benny’s help. You found yourself nursing a cup of coffee at the counter of his diner, Benny drying off dishes behind the counter.

“So…you got anywhere ta stay tonight, shug?”

You shrugged your shoulders, letting out a breathy sigh. “Didn’t really think about it yet, to be honest. I was too focused on clearing out the nest.”

“Yer such a vigilant ‘lil hunter.”

“Shut up.”

Benny chuckled, throwing his rag over his shoulder. “Well…if ya’d like…I got a room in the back…ain’t nothin’ much…but it’s somewhere to lay yer head…”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m guessing you only have one bed.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Well…was assumin’ ya wouldn’t mind sharin’…”

You rolled your eyes, a smile forming on your lips as you shook your head.

“Not going to happen. I’ve got to hit the road anyway.”

He smiled fondly at you, almost in a way that made you uncomfortable, not because it was creepy, but because it was like he was trying to figure you out, trying to see what made you tick. You chewed on your lip nervously, all of the sudden feeling awkward as he continued to stare unabashedly a grin forming on his lips.

“Well cher, the offer still stands…any time…if ya ever need a place ta crash…”

You nod, your eyes finally able to look at him instead of anywhere else that wasn’t him.

“Thanks, Benny. For that…and the hunt. That would have been a big mess without you.”

He returned your nod, half-smiling, his eyes still boring into you. “Ain’t no thing. M’always happy to help…especially you, (Y/N). You’re always welcome, darlin’.”

You finally rounded the corner, the diner coming into your line of sight. You couldn’t help but smile as your tires crunched in the gravel as you pulled up to the front. You quietly made your way inside, sitting at the same place at the counter that you did last time you rolled through town. You heard Benny yell that he’d be right out, the smile on your lips growing as you heard him walking quickly from the kitchen to the front. He stopped as he realized that you were sitting there.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s blown on in. And jus’ what can I do for ya, Miss (Y/N)? What are ya doin’ in my neck of tha woods, hmm?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, the smile still planted firmly on your mouth.

“Hello to you too, Benny. I’ve been hearing that there have been some werewolves causing trouble…know anything about that?”

Benny shrugged his shoulders. “Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ as he spoke, walking around to the front of the room, locking the door and flipping the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed.’ He leaned against the doorframe as you swiveled your stool around to face him, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You winced, scrunching your face up.

“How the hell do you survive in this place, Benny?! It’s so damn hot here!” You pouted, only to receive a hearty chuckle from him. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance. You still had to look up at him from where you were sitting, huffing a little as he laughed at your antics.

“S’not that bad, shug.” He stepped closer, leaning down, placing one of his hands on the counter, half trapping you in. You could feel him breathing in. Was he smelling you? Why did you think this was kind of sexy?

“Maybe it’s the heat talkin’ or maybe I jus’ can’t take it anymore but…and you can tell me if I’m outta line, and we can pretend I never asked…”

You found yourself blushing, becoming very aware of the heat rolling off of his body, your own forming a thin layer of sweat from the sweltering heat. You swallowed hard as he bent down even further, his other arm trapping you in completely, his mouth so very close to yours, his voice low and rough.

“…do you want me?”

Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that’s so hard to bear You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the mornin’ A fever all through the night

“Yes.”

Benny grabbed your hand, pulling you off the stool, dragging you into the back. He opened a door, taking you into his living space.

“Make yerself comfortable, cher. I’ll be right back. Jus’ hafta close up the kitchen.”

You looked around the room, taking in the dimly lit space, nearly jumping for joy when you spotted a fan. Well…at least it will blow hot air. You turned it on, then making your way over to his bed, your heart already racing. Was this really finally happening?!

Sun lights up the day time Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I’m gonna treat you right You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the mornin’ A fever all through the night

You fiddled with the hem of your tanktop, the fan providing only a miniscule amount of relief as Benny padded back into the room, a pitcher of ice water and two glasses in hand. He placed them on the shabby, makeshift nightstand as he sat down next to you, his gaze unnerving as you hoped that he would break the silence.

“…you done gone all shy on me now, shug…”

“I, uh…I never thought this would be happening, to be honest.”

“We don’ hafta do anythin’ ya don’t wanna, (Y/N)…”

“Oh trust me…I want to.”

You clamped your hands over your mouth, instantly turning red at your admission. Benny just chuckled, standing up, pouring water and ice into both of the glasses. He stared at you thoughtfully, bringing one of the glasses to your lips, his other hand running up and down your arm as you take large gulps of water.

“Ya know…we’d be much cooler in here if we took our clothes off…”

You laughed, the tension and apprehension dissipating as you stood up, Benny following suit as you turned away from him, facing the bed, your fingers again at the hem of your tanktop, this time more sure of their destination. Benny moved to stand behind you, tutting, clicking his tongue.

“Oh no, darlin’…please…allow me.”

His fingers felt cold from the glass he was holding as he made for the hem of your tanktop, peeling it slowly up your body as he pressed his lower half to your ass, nearly grinding into you as he flung your top across the room. His lips pressed to the back of your neck as you jumped, not realizing that he has an ice cube in his mouth. You could feel your nipples hardening from the sensation.

“Didn’t mean ta startle ya, cher. Jus’ tryin’ ta cool ya down…”

“Somehow…I don’t think that is what you intended.”

He chuckled as you could hear him pulling his own shirt over his head, his heated skin now pressed against your back, his arms surrounding you, hands reaching to cup your bra-clad breasts.

Everybody’s got the fever That is somethin’ you all know Fever isn’t such a new thing Fever started long time ago

Romeo loved Juliet Juliet she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, “Julie baby you’re my flame” Thou giveth fever, when we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever I’m on fire Fever yeah I burn forsooth

Benny turned you around, facing him as he drew you in for a searing kiss, nearly knocking you back onto the bed as you scrambled up into a sitting position, your hands working to get your shorts off while Benny was taking care of his own clothing. You were about to help him when he shook his head at you, his smile predatory as he lowered you back to the bed. You laid there, your thighs parted and bent slightly at the knees as you watched Benny lean back over to the nightstand, plucking an ice cube out of the pitcher. You groaned as he straddled your hips, his thick cock pressed against your stomach as he rubbed the ice cube against your lips, shivering a little under his touch as he dragged the ice lower, his lips following the wet trail in its wake.

You let out a hiss as he grabbed another ice cube, dragging it along your nipples, your back arching off of the bed as you felt his lips at the valley between your breasts, pressing cold, wet kisses to your heated flesh. Benny popped the ice cube into his mouth, his tongue swirling into your belly button as you shivered. His eyes darted up to meet yours as his face went lower.

“I think ya need some coolin’ off down here too, darlin’.”

You groaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt the ice pressed against your heated pussy, the muscles in your thighs tensing and twitching as he sucked your clit into his mouth, pressing the melting ice cube against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes popped open, hands grabbing at his head as you tried to push him off of you.

“Enough!…Benny, please!!…I need…”

“Shhh, easy does it ‘lil baby…I know what ya need…”

Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said “daddy oh don’t you dare” “He gives me fever with his kisses” “Fever when he holds me tight” “Fever, I’m his misses” “Daddy won’t you treat him right?”

Benny gave your pussy one last kiss before getting up on his knees, grabbing at your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, his erection grinding into your pussy. You gasped at the pillows above your head as you watched him lean down; careful to not let your torsos touch (It was too damn hot for that.). He grasped your hands into his larger ones tightly, pinning you down into the bed as he eased himself into you, the both of you groaning in unison as he was finally seated inside of you. You dug your heels into his muscled ass, encouraging him to move any way you could.

“Please….Benny, please…”

“M’always happy to help.”

He snapped his hips, his pace immediately changing as he thrust himself into you, rocking the entire bed as you could do nothing but take what he wanted to give you. You could feel sweat dripping off of his skin to mingle with yours. While normally this would probably gross you out, you couldn’t care less right now as long as he kept pounding into you.

You could feel your build up reaching its peak and you could tell that Benny would soon be following you. You clenched around him tightly, trying to urge him to cum with you as your vision started to blur, seeing stars as you convulsed beneath him, knowing that he was following you over the edge. He collapsed next to you, just as worn out as you were.

Now you’ve listened to my story Here’s the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade They give you fever when you kiss them Fever if you live and learn Fever till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn

Despite the heat, he dragged you over to his side, humming happily when he brought the ice cold glass to yours lips, the feeling of the ice water was pleasurable as it hit the back of your throat. After putting down the glass his hands found your hair, surprisingly plaiting it back for you. Was there anything he couldn’t do?! “So…tell me ‘bout them werewolves you were goin’ on ‘bout before…”

“Hmm…?”

Benny chuckled, turning on his side to get a good look at you, sleepy and sated. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Mmm darlin’, you’re burnin’ up again…might need ta cool ya down som’more.”

You giggled sleepily as he rolled back over on top of you.

What a lovely way to burn.

#spn #benny lafitte #benny lafitte x reader #benny lafitte/reader #repost #new blog #my vampirate

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mickmundy · 1 year

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Would he let himself be laid down by Ludwig, and really and truly be seen, not just by virtue of being naked in a bed together, but stripped absolutely bare, in every sense of the word? Unknowable, rugged, professional Michael, passionately entangled with knowable, posh, sadistic Ludwig? His heart hammered in even, precise beats: Yes, yes, yes, yes… Eyes as vast and dark as the sea capturing his own and holding them in their gaze while eager, thorough hands caressed and squeezed and stroked him everywhere a person could be touched. Between the valleys of old wounds, where all of the things he never wanted to say or think about slept. Between his breasts, where his hard ribcage curled over the soft flesh of his innards that Medic knew so well, over his inner thighs, which would splay open and whisper I’m yours to touch, and to know.

Fever, part 6 of my bushmedicine fanfic, Thou Giveth Fever! I hope you all enjoy, and thank you so so so much for staying with me on this journey!! ;_;

#shaking so bad im so nervous for this fic especially #getitng into really intimate territory and haven't ever published something so .deeply personal to me #shaking terembling etc et #dutchfoolery #thou giveth fever #bushmedicine

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pistakkiomusic · 5 years

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Fever - Peggy Lee

Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the mornin' A fever all through the night Sun lights up the day time Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the mornin' A fever all through the night Everybody's got the fever That is somethin' you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long time ago Romeo loved Juliet Juliet she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, "Julie baby you're my flame" Thou giveth fever, when we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever I'm on fire Fever yea I burn forsooth Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said "daddy oh don't you dare" "He givess me fever with his kisses" "Fever when he holds me tight" "Fever, I'm his misses" "Daddy won't you treat him right?"

Now you've listened to my story Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade They give you fever when you kiss them Fever if you live and learn Fever till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn

#fever #peggy lee #peggylee #jazz #jazz women #womeninjazz

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Death & Decorum Part 1: She Wants Revenge

Welcome to Death and Decorum, a 6 part miniseries that I will be posting throughout the month of October. As the title suggests it is not a love story, but one of revenge. I have done some interesting research over the last day or so and will advise you that some of the deaths depicted in this story are rather interesting and based off actual deaths that occurred in Regency England. I am very well aware that this is not going to be everyone's cup of tea, which is why I will only be tagging people who requested to be tagged by liking, reblogging, or commenting on this story's coming soon post. If you would like to be added to the tag, or even taken off, let me know. Full credit for this idea goes to @choiceslife

Warning/Triggers: Vengeful killings, mention of poison, drowning, broken neck

Death and Decorum

Part One: She Wants Revenge

Dusk was starting to fall as an unmarked carriage rolled to a stop just outside a small, out of the way apothecary. “You know what to do,” the countess ordered in a cold, distant voice. The dark haired girl sitting across from her gave a curt nod, her brown eyes shamefully studying the floor. “This is for the goods,” she pressed a coin in the girl's hand. “And this,” she jingled a small, nondescript pouch, “is for you. Twelve pieces of silver. Rather fitting don't you think?” She let out a low, emotionless chuckle when the girl's cheeks blossomed with color.

“I'm no Judas,” the girl whispered, greedily snatching the purse from the countess' fingers. “The only reason I'm doing this is my family-”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now, do be a dear and fetch me what I've asked.” Eyes the color of a winter sky right before a storm bore into the girl, reminding her that the countess was not one to be trifled with. “Don't dally. I still need to dress for dinner.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” The girl gathered the dark skirt of her uniform and reluctantly climbed from the carriage. The Countess watched, a cold smile stretching across her berry stained lips, as the girl entered the shoppe. It hadn't taken much to turn the girl. Word of an ailing father and the promise of silver had been all it took. Judas. Briar. Both had sold their loyalty for twelve pieces of silver and both would have innocent blood on their hands.

It rained, which was only fitting since it matched the raw, coldness building inside Rebecca Young. The sharp, skin piercing drizzle that stabbed at the world, painting it a melancholy gray, also provided the perfect cover for the tears she was incapable of producing. It was a pity, really. She wanted so desperately to feel something other than the icy hatred that was starting to course through her veins. She wanted to be the sort of daughter that dropped to her knees beside the yawning hole where her father's coffin was being lowered, screaming against the injustice of his death. To give into such urges wouldn't be ladylike, so like the good little puppet she'd become she stood quietly between the caterwauling form of her dear, dear step-mother and the sniffling mouse who clung to the arm of the countess' stoic faced son. 'The evil trifecta,' Rebecca thought bitterly. The murderous widow putting on a marvelous show of grief, the tittering twit who was too busy gathering juicy tidbits to gossip about with her betters to realize she was naught but a pawn in game she couldn't possibly win, or the mindless drone who willingly did his mother's bidding no matter how heinous the request. If it were one of those Gothic novels that were so popular, there would be a tragic heroine desperately trying to escape their nefarious clutches. Perhaps that was Rebecca's role. The grieving bastard child, too concerned with whether or not she would be tossed on the streets to properly grief. 'Never,' she curled her lips in disdain, 'I will never accept that role.'

Squaring her slender shoulders, Rebecca raised her chin a notch, her thick sooty lashes lowering over her light brown eyes while she forced herself to focus on the words coming out of the vicars mouth rather than comparing her life to the plot of tragic tale. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” The words struck a familiar chord, one buried deep beneath the gentile facade she'd carefully cultivated to please a grandmother whose love only extended as far as Rebecca's ability to procure a suitable match. For the last month she had stumbled through her own valley of death, letting the nobility slaughter any trace of the village girl that had arrived at Edgewater with a naive excitement shining in her eyes. There had been no comfort, no rod or staff to protect her, while she struggled to win the approval of a father whose life had been stolen by his inconsolable widow. Turning her head slightly, several strands of dark hair sticking to her cheek, Rebecca pierced her step-mother with a venomous look. 'From here on out I shall fear no evil,' she silently hissed, 'and you shall cower before me as I will become Edgewater's very own shadow of death. Vengeance shall have a name and that name shall be Rebecca.'

.“...and said, naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked I shall return thither; the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away...”

Rebecca pursed her lips into a tight, grayish blue tinged pucker to keep from yelling. 'Liar! Filthy, filthy liar!' The Lord had given Father life, had blessed Rebecca with his affections for three glorious weeks, but the Almighty surely hadn't taken him away. His life had been stolen, wrung from his body with a poison served up by a 'loving' wife. Rebecca would give the Countess her due; she'd chosen carefully, selecting a poison that mimicked the dreaded yellow fever. 'And now she plays the part of grieving widow', Rebecca internally sneered. 'She's allowed her desperation to turn her into a novel cliché, a desperate villianess willing to sacrifice the innocent in her quest to hold on to something that was never meant to be hers.' The greatest tragedy, was Rebecca would have cared for her like a mother had the viper but shown her an ounce of affection. Instead, the countess had let her own diabolical nature twist even the smallest kindness into a sinister ploy.

“We know not why these tragedies occur.”

The lie slid easily off the tongue of the vicar. If not for the man's love of his own voice, the burial would have already concluded, father planted in the ground. Instead, the vicar continued to spoon feed deceitful words of comfort that allowed the countess to continue her theatrical display, while Rebecca could practically feel the black crepe dress her grandmother insisted she wear starting to melt. The light weight silk wasn't meant for such dampness, nor were the jet embellished slippers she wore beneath it. Not that the countess cared. She had ignored propriety by wearing a rich velvet gown designed to show case her bosom, which heaved mightily with each over exaggerated sob, and hugged her other physical assets. It was humiliating. Bad enough she was going to get away with murdering father but had she not class? Could she not at least put on a good performance and appropriately dress the part? Rebecca's fingers twisted in the delicate lawn handkerchief her grandmother had insisted she openly carry. Appearances, even in death, must be upheld. 'Unless you're the countess, then you ignore propriety in favor of dressing like some Drury lane doxy. It's alright of course, she's a grieving widow.'

“Can you believe her, that dress is absolutely scandalous,” someone behind them whispered. “I'm surprised the Dowager allowed her out in such a dress.”

“It's bait for the next one, no doubt,” another whispered. “I heard the Earl left everything to his bastard.”

Sucking in her cheeks, Rebecca bit down on the delicate flesh. The sharp pain and the coppery taste of blood were a perfect distraction from the drawing room gossip that was starting to seep into the memorial. Turning on them, demanding that they show some respect, would shift the focus off her step mother and onto herself. Aside from the one painfully true smear about her birth, the gossip was centered on the countess and Rebecca would like to keep it that way.

“Worry about her dress all you like, my concerns lie in whether or not she's contagious. If what I've heard is true, she spent every moment in his sick room. Mark my words, we'll be burying her next.”

The truth burned on Rebecca's tongue, begging to be released. She held it in, knowing her words would fall on deaf ears. With the exception of her grandmother, the rest of the world believed that her father truly had somehow contracted and succumbed to the yellow fever. And while it was doubtful that the countess had spent more than a passing moment by her ailing husband's side, that wasn't what society believed. Poor, devoted countess. Twas a pity that poison wasn't contagious. 'It could be,' a voice whispered in her ear. 'No one would question it. They're already suspecting it. Why not give them what they want?'

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