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brotherhoodoftheblade · 9 months

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Okay, but this quote:

"When love becomes sufficient in and of itself, the lover does not have to exhaust himself chasing or sit inanimate in a corner. If the lover loves well, there is no need for imprisonment. The beloved is bound by love and will want to stay nearby of his own accord. The Little Prince's friendship friendship with the fox is quite different to his love for the rose. It renders love as a particular level of domestication. As a wild animal without a collar or chain, the fox could leave him at any point. He is not a pet, but stays with The Little Prince because he wants to. This is Khalil Gibran's notion that the beloved can only prove to the lover that he or she also loves if possessiveness is relinquished. Love returns like a boomerang." ~ Roland Barthes (via this post)

This quote just strongly reminded me of the difference between John's love for Jamie and Percy's love for John.

John's love for Jamie is very much a self-created prison, one that he's built for himself brick by brick chasing any connection to Jamie he could manage to secure (using his influence to get Jamie's parole served out at Helwater to keep him where John could see him, marrying Isobel just so he could serve as surrogate father to Jamie's son, moving to America just so he could be nearer to Jamie, and all while simultaneously putting his heart away on a shelf so as not to "betray" his feelings for Jamie).

In the process of his pursuit of Jamie he's deserted the very cornerstone of his life - his desire to live a life of purpose in quest of honour and justice - to "sit inanimate in a corner" awaiting every opportunity to swoop in and save the day like his primary reason for existence is now being guardian angel to the Frasier family.

Regardless of my personal opposition to the very practice imperialism and slavery, I at least respected John's strength of character in his devotion to his duty because HE believed in the integrity of his office, and that his actions were for the ultimate security, and therefore betterment, of society. But NOW? What's he even doing with his life anymore? The man hasn't had a real job since 1768! o.O (Good thing he's rich. Must be nice to retire at 39 years old. xd)

I don't know about you, but that is not the Lord John Grey I knew and loved. The John who once went, "For an instant, he fantasized the possibility of securing Percy's freedom, whether by lies or bribery, then going abroad, the two of them together. He had money enough. To live a pointless existence of idleness with a man whom he could not trust. No, it would not serve." (BotB, Ch 28) I guess a near pointless existence of idleness in service to a man who doesn't love you and barely pays attention to you unless he needs something from you is somehow a life worth living to him? Okay then. smh

But it's the contrasting nature of Percy's quietly abiding love for John versus John's desperate fervour for Jamie that I find most intriguing. While John's chased after Jamie at nearly every possible opportunity over the years (even when he knew his attention was vehemently unwanted), Percy...hasn't.

Only on THREE occasions did Percy actually purposefully set out to see John. The first time they met again after 18 years when John returned to his hotel room to find Percy waiting for him -- though that occasion was primarily motivated by Percy's work (though I'm sure he was quick to volunteer his services when it gave him a reason to see John again xd). And the time(s) Percy turned up at John's tent looking for him after he'd recognized John disguised as an enemy soldier, no doubt because he feared John being hanged for a spy.

And Percy was quick to try and leverage his own realm of influence to safeguard John's life when he asked to take John to meet the Marquis de Lafayette. He knew the young nobleman would heed his counsel as his adviser if he convinced him John was too valuable to be executed and that he should advocate on John's behalf to General Washington (since he held Lafayette in great affection and regarded him like a son). Through Lafayette's influence Percy could've ensured John was permitted to serve out his parole in safety and comfort (if only Jamie had consented to let him go!), maybe even in the French camp where Percy was. (And, hello, there's fanfic idea for anyone looking for one! ^.^ lol)

And the third and final time Percy sought John out was on Richardson's boat (somewhere he was quite likely forcibly brought in the first place or else deceived into coming), when he came to apologize to him and admit he still loved him because he thought he might never see him again. 😢

But the thing that stands out to me is just how much Percy, in fact, never actively chased John at all during all those years. All the other times they only encountered each other incidentally. And sure, Percy flirted a bit here and there, but mostly he maintained his sense of purpose and did his job. The only time he really went out of his way to seek out John outside of his work was when he feared for John's life.

Percy felt no need to chase John on a personal level because his love for him had long become sufficient in and of itself. He felt no desperation to pursue John the way John did Jamie (despite both of them being aware that their romantic affections were unwelcome), no need to cling to any mementos of John (like John's done with Jamie's sapphire all these years) to remind himself of his feelings for him, and he didn't feel the same depth of insecurity to use the other to fill the void within himself as John did with Jamie.

Yet it can't be denied that Percy loved John greatly all that time in his own far less overtly displayed way. Even while doing his job his desire to safeguard John was ever-present. Even in the months when he never saw or spoke to John he was still keeping abreast of where he was and what he was doing, and most importantly, investigated Ezekiel Richardson and figured out the threat he posed to the Grey family and warned John about him years before Richardson even closed in for the kill. If only John had given Percy's warning the credence it deserved! T_T

(I also can't help but be amused by all the times Percy's straight out known more about everything's that going on than John. And Percy took a mere six months to figure out "Buttercup's" secret identity, but apparently John never figured out that "Beauchamp" and "Monsieur Citron" were in fact the same agent until 1780. John may've been the more experienced soldier, but it looks like Percy has always been the better spy! LOL And you know what? Good for him! <3)

I also can't help but feel that Percy's is ultimately the more selfless love, too. I mean, sure John cares about Jamie's welfare but it's a very self-serving sort of selflessness he demonstrates regarding Jamie a lot of the time. How many times has he talked about doing something for Jamie's greater welfare but in the same breath also expressed that it's because it's something HE (John) needs for sake of himself? Not to mention that by so doing he also at least gained Jamie's gratitude and a modicum of his attention.

Whereas Percy continually acts out of care for John even though John barely offers him basic civility in their interactions, let alone anything else. At least Jamie still offers John friendship (somewhat warped though it is). Percy is motivated by love of John alone, knowing perfectly well he has nothing whatsoever to offer Percy in return -- not even the basic dignity one human being ought to afford another, if John's apathetic treatment of him near the end of Bees is any indication. ~ 😔

(Honestly, just...*hurls John into the sea again for being a f*cking class A idiot* Jamie doesn't deserve John's love, and John barely, if at all anymore, still deserves Percy's.😑)

#my random ramblings #AGAIN...sorry lol #lord john grey #percy wainwright #john x percy #outlander #lord john series #misc quotes #anti john/jamie #uh I guess...? to be safe/considerate xd #I'm not actually looking to offend anyone...ship and let ship and all that jazz ^.^;

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specialistskilop · 2 years

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adamoda14 · 2 years

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What else can be said? Thanks to all the people who got to hang out in the Lowend activation near the food trucks and art. Thanks to Slant Nose Steve @leitspeed for driving his awesome 930 in along with escorting the OG, Tony and his 911 ST. Thanks to Khalil and everyone at @alphagaragechicago for giving us a great spot to host the event. We’re thankful to everyone who scooped up @checkeditoutchicago merch, some fun projects this year. We were happy to create them for you, along with the @jas_petersen mural. Next, we’re off to the @overcrestproductions Rally. We can’t wait to see new roads and live new experiences. Take the car. We’ll be thinking of our friend who is no longer with us, our rallye buddy: Todd Plaster @gtps_flat_6s Save the Date: Sept. 24th 'Cars at Lincoln Common' is the urban 'coffee with cars' style event that Chicago automotive enthusiasts have been waiting for. it is in the heart of Lincoln Park. Join us on a perfect fall day. Select cars will be displayed in the Lincoln Common Plaza, while others will be on the rooftop deck of the Common parking structure. To be part of the event, each car owner must complete the Eventbrite registration (link in bio). Completing the registration will also grant the car owner a voucher for FREE parking inside the parking structure. The voucher will need to be picked up at the Lowend Pop-Up on the parking structure rooftop. Lincoln Common is residential, no one will be allowed in before 9:30. Please do not show early. Lowend will have a new merch drop at this event: TBA. Photo by @riddimdia 🔥 #check22 #checkeditout #Checkeditoutchicago #chicago #carparty #PorscheRestorationChallenge22 #inspiredbyporsche (at Lincoln Common) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch-BhLNLZSc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#check22 #checkeditout #checkeditoutchicago #chicago #carparty #porscherestorationchallenge22 #inspiredbyporsche

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vulcaino · 3 years

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#ch: khalil #justlikerp

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plumdale · 2 years

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here is what’s at this point the traditional lovewell spooky day (or spookyfest) post 🕸

previous ones: 1, 2

this is also the last post for this generation but as always definitely not the last time you’ll be seeing all of them together! especially given the fact that i got so attached to this generation in particular.

#sorry for all the posts today!!#i’ve decided i kinda wanna explore the new pack with our next heir #so this is indeed the last post of gen 3 <3 #i don’t have class until wednesday i think. so i do have to get some studying in #but i will use my spare time to get everything set up for gen 4 and push out some posts #jude lovewell #ch: khalil #flynn lovewell #harlow lovewell #lovewell: g3 #lovewell legacy #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #the sims 4 #sims 4

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draslihanxfahri-bailey · 2 years

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Even though the true intention of the event wasn’t something that she wanted, the night itself turned out to be something that she needed. Going out, meeting some new people, getting to put the rest of her world on pause on a few hours: it has been great. Of course, she was excited for the event to be over so that she and Ray could head back home; But until then, she was ready to meet some new people. After sharing an entrée with her boyfriend, she admittedly was on cloud 9 still. Which was apparent as her smile never left her face, even when she found her table and met her dessert date. “Hello!” she mused warmly. Asli took her seat before holding her hand out to him. “I’m Aslihan, but my friends call me Asli. It’s nice to meet you!”

CLOSED STARTER: valentine’s day speed dating event @ the glass onion // @khalilhassan

#( interactions. )#( ch. khalil hassan. )#( valentine's day speed dating event 2022. )

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bcydbeaulieu · 7 years

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He had fought for what he believed in and awoken the Rifter’s divine justice. All the pain that he had endured in this life as Kahlil—all of the loneliness and suffering—had been necessary so that he could be here, now, at this moment. Both his lives seemed to converge to a central purpose. [The Rifter]

#*#ALSO THAT MODEL IS A+ AND HE IS SO PERFECT AND LITERALLY #WHAT I IMAGINED RAVISHAN TO BE #alskdfj i LOVE MY BABY SOO MUCH WOW #be the most perfect hc i have ever had #he's so beautiful my angel #if he had a littel bit longer hair he would literally #iwill never be over himlajsdf #khalil #loook at my baby go #ravishan #series: the rifter #the rifter #the rifter series #therifteredit #this love of my life #wow #ch: kahlil ravishan

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theficplug · 4 years

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l Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l

previous chapters: l part 1 l

erik kilmonger x reader

warnings: none, but the usual 18+ for the eventual smut and a possible tw for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcomsynopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). I really want to make it a series that i actually keep up with (sorry Girls Trip readers) because I have up to part 4 written. alright thats all i hope yall vibe with it.

l part 2 l

“Yeah I do, I think that like if we want. We can come back as someone else or like maybe when we love someone really strongly and we have like soul ties we can come back to them in another life. But that’s just me. We could just be hitting the cha cha slide next to Father J.C.” Iridia explains and Tika shakes her head while laughing at her.

“Personally, I don’t think so. I believe once our life Earthside is done we return to the cosmos to be a part of the stars that light up the night sky on our loved ones darkest nights. But why are we talking about this on your birthday? We are very much alive with much to celebrate miss thang. I’m ready to go!” Tika says to you as she grabs the car keys.

“So I met someone while I was at the store and he invited all of us to a party at the Roller Rink but I gotta let you know it’s like crazy how eerily similar he looks to Erik.” you say to them and they both give each other a look before looking back at you.

“OH! Don’t give me that look! I know y’all probably think I’m losing it, but you know what they say everybody got a doppelganger somewhere. Anyways, I know it’s not exactly on our itinerary but I wanna go if y’all are down?” you ask them and they give a worried look before nodding and agreeing.

“Hell yeah we’re in. I haven’t been to a skating rink since like 10th, maybe 11th grade? This should be fun to see if I got it or if I’m gonna buss my ass.” Tika says laughing.

The rest of the day was pretty easy breezy but you could not get over seeing him. Who’s possibly not him? In front of you. Happy and laughing and present.

You tried to shake off the thoughts and feelings during brunch with your girls and for the rest of the day enjoying the street festival and winning a giant stuffed giraffe. Between the 3 of you, you won enough stuffed animals to fill the entire backseat of your car and eventually left the festival with a caricature drawing of the 3 of you.

Before you knew it, it was 6:40 and you and your girls were back at the beach house getting ready for the party.

You searched around your suitcase for the outfits that Iridia had packed for you and settled on.

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror and fluffed your fro a little before re-applying your lip gloss.

“GIRL, YOU LOOK SO GOOD. What is going on? You tryna get chose?” Tika asks standing in the doorway as she smiles at you with her ipod in one hand and a freeze-able daiquiri pouch in the other.

You laugh as Tika glides around the room shaking her hips to the beat and doing a little roll as she saunters over to you to help you clasp your shirt in the back.

It’s safe to say that you haven’t been exactly up to your fashionably self for the past few months but Iri giving you options with the different pieces of clothing that she bought you had you feeling like yourself again.

“Damn, I’m good.” Iri says while giving you a twirl and takes selfies with you and Tika.

You purse your lips and give your best smize towards her phone as she snaps a photo of you and for a moment things feel like they used to.

“Just wanted to feel cute for once. I love this top and girl it got my titties SIT-TING.” you reply giggling and childishly nudging your girls before asking if they’re ready to go.

You put the address into the gps and you were off on your way.You tried turning up the radio to drown out how loud your thoughts were going and in a million different directions.

About 20 minutes later. You look out the window once arriving at the skating rink to see cars already filling the entire parking lot and you could see people laughing while holding onto each other as they skated their way inside.

The music is already blaring and you could definitely tell that “Daka”’s friend is a party planner. The venue had some sort of projector or something set up so that the entire room seemed like it changed “worlds” with each song. There were multiple food stations, and a live DJ playing everything from 90s R&B to New Orleans bounce music and everything in between.

You and your girls quickly grabbed a pair of skates and looked around for N’Jadaka and sure enough within a few minutes he was grooving his way over to you this time dressed in a slightly opened printed shirt and light washed jeans.

He skated around you with a big ass smile on his face. His golds were gleaming under the lights as it bounced off of the diamonds engrained in it. “YOU MADE IT! How y’all doing?” he asks your girls and they stand there gasping with their mouths wide open.

“I mean he could be his goddamn identical twin. You were not lying! The only thing he’s missing are the scars and his dreads. God damn.” Tika was the first to speak before Iri introduced herself.

“Hey, Happy Birthday, I’m Iri. This is Tika’s rude self and you already met our boo.” Iri says pulling him in for a quick hug.

“ I’m sorry, excuse us, you just look exactly like somebody we knew. Happy Birthday! It was his birthday too. It’s wild how people really do be having doppelgangers. Alright, so I’m gonna go try not to break my damn leg. Knowing I gotta go to work on Monday. Come on.” Tika says taking Iri by the hand and making her way onto the rink with her to give you and him some time alone.

You shift your weight trying to keep yourself steady as you sway to music , knowing that he’s eyeing you up and down.

“Man must’ve been a hell of a person. I’m glad you came though. I didn’t think Orleans was gonna do all of this.” he says laughing and you can’t control the butterflies feelings like they were fluttering around your stomach. That’s his laugh.

“He was. To me at least, he was. Of course, I mean I haven’t been to a roller rink in forever and I really needed some time to just know what it’s like to be carefree again.” you admit and he nods along listening to your words.

He decided to save his comment on “he was” for later. Hoping that there would be a later for the two of you and opted for taking your hand in his and leading you onto the rink .

“Well, in that case. Show me what you got and forget about everything else for a minute.” he offers and you accept his offer and shakily make your way onto the rink like bambi trying to walk for the first time.

“Okay, so I’ll admit. I don’t actually know how to skate. I don’t why I thought this was a good idea.” you manage to stand for all of 10 seconds before tripping over onto him and he turns towards the DJ talking into the mic and signals for him to slow the music down.

“I got you.” he says and “Always Be My Baby” starts to play softly in the background as the “world” changes to a starry night.

You look up at him for a moment and nod before leaning into him. As you rest your head on his shoulder he begins to skate you left to right gently swaying you to the beat of the song as his hand rests respectfully on the small of your back almost instinctively. It took everything in you not to start tearing up again.

This was your song . He always promised that you’d be a part of him no matter what happens in life. You were always going to be his baby.

All the couples were paired off and you looked around at Iri holding onto Tika and smiled knowing that they’ve never acknowledged their feelings for each other but it was clear as day to anyone else.

He swayed you and held you against him while his thumb stroked your back gently and you closed your eyes trying to soak up your time with him.

You don’t know how it happened or if this was one long drawn out delusion or what exactly was going on in the moment, but all you knew was that you were able to feel the warmth of your E in your arms again and his scent evading all of your senses.

In this moment he was smiling and content and at peace, not being shipped back to you with claw marks in his chest and bruises all over him. He was here with even slow breaths and enjoying himself.

You knew that he felt it too because as the song ended you opened your eyes to find him looking down at you with this look of confusion and adulation on his face.

You run your fingers over his cheek and clear your throat and recoil your hand back by your side.

“I think your friends are calling for you.” you say to him playfully as the men and one woman around your age skate over to him and around the two of you, asking you a bunch of questions at once.

E- N’Jadaka let’s go of you to turn to them and introduce them to you .

“This is Orleans big head ass, Khalil , Pen, Lina, and Big Mike.” he says and they say hey and ask you if you are from around the area and you talk back and forth.

The conversation between you and his little group was so easygoing. It didn’t feel forced or awkward as he stood beaming from you to them.

“I've been there once or twice. I really liked the Hottentot Saartjie/ Sarah Baartman piece about the dehumanization and caricaturization of black women, especially darker skin women, then and now. It was both interesting and heartbreaking. It’s the reason why I do what I do now. I create safe spaces for black girls and women of all ages. It’s my greatest accomplishment and something I’m most proud of.” you answer Mike’s question about the new black art exhibit downtown.

Mike looks at you and shakes his head in wonder and amusement.

“Daka, with all due respect bruh. I gotta ask her to marry me. Or you need to let me know what aisle that was you met her because I’mma swing by your parents' store tonight. I think we might be out of bread or something.” Big Mike says before complimenting you on your outfit and Lina joined in by asking if you’d like to check out a new record store with her on Tuesday.

Next thing you knew your girls skated next to you to see what was going on. Tika introduced herself to the group and Iridia followed through.

“Hey I heard something about a record store because I could use some new ones. I think our neighbors are tired of me playing Otis Redding every night for the last few weeks. Keep asking me if I had a breakup every time I see her. Bless her nosey heart , Mrs. Pepper.” Iridia says talking animatedly and as gesticulatively as she always does and his small group of friends as everyone does seems completely enamored by her.

“Of course, yeah, why don’t you come too? And Mrs. Pepper just doesn't know good music but I may be biased because Cigarettes and Coffee is my favourite song. Hold that thought. My mouth is dry as hell from all that skating around, be right back-” Lina says before skating away for refreshments and the rest of the group talks amongst each other.

Other friends of N’Jadaka come up at random times to hug him, get photos, or say happy birthday.

“You want some?” Lina asks Erik as she returns to the group with a cupcake in her hand as she peeled the wrapper off and offered Erik a piece of the chocolate dessert. She reached out her hand towards his mouth and you looked from her to him and then at the cupcake which looked like it had walnuts in it. You push the piece away from his mouth and she looks at you puzzled.

“What’s up with you?” he asks looking confused

“Chocolate walnut cupcake.” you say simply not realizing that you were supposed to have just met him this morning .

“I- I mean just a lucky guess you know most people have nut allergies and shit.” you try to cover your tracks and he let out a sigh before laughing and nodding.

“You right too. Damn I was gon be out here looking like Will Smith when he ate that shellfish in Hitch for the rest of the function. I’m allergic to nuts. Good looking out ma.” he says and you nod at him before telling him to go skate with his friends you’d meet up later.

As you part ways your friends have about 3000 questions each. Iri believing that that definitely has to be Erik and Tika believing that you both had lost your natural born ass minds.

You all settle on how wild it is that he looked like Erik and left it there. You enjoyed the rest of your night swag surfing with a room full of new friends and your old forever friends and just fully enjoying your birthday.

“WE LIKE TO PAARTTAAYYY. AYYYYEEE AYYYYYEEE.” you sung out loud at the top of your lungs with everyone else and Beyonce.

Somehow you end up twerking on Lina and having a good laugh as the drinks flow through your system.

You glance over at N’Jadaka being circled by some of his guests and he breaks the circle to grab your hand and lead you to the middle of it with him.

“MY BIRTHDAY TWIN!” he shouts over the music to his guests and you shake your head telling him that he doesn’t really have to share his spotlight with you.

“Ain’t no problem.” he responds and you watch as everybody starts to skate a circle around you and Erik and y’all both laugh and pose for pictures while people sing Happy Birthday the Stevie Wonder version.

His friends and yours all took turns to skate up to pin money on you both.

You cheer and clap along to the music as you sing Happy Birthday to him and he sings it back to you.

Before you know it you're both smiling at each other and getting swept up into a soft gentle kiss that feels like electricity is pulsing between the two of you.

As you close your eyes you can get a glimpse of kissing him before he left for Wakanda. The way he pressed his forehead against yours , the way your hands rested against his beating heart, and the way that his soft plumps felt against yours.

You knew that he felt it too because when you broke the kiss with a tug of his bottom lip he was staring down at you once again with a puzzled expression.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. I just-” you explain before exiting the circle and making your way out of the skating rink.

You quickly take off the shows and put your regular shoes back on as you stand outside for a moment to get some fresh air and gather yourself.

"Why is this happening? How is this happening? People don't just get to come back. This is insane. This is insane."

It didn’t take long at all before Erik was smoothly grooving his way out of the door not once spilling his drink.

“You know ma, I’mma lot of things. But I know for sure stupid ain’t one of them.” he says swaying his shoulders to the music before he stops and stands in front of you.

“You know something, don’t you? How do we really know each other?” he asks slowly

“I don’t. We met in Aloha Oakland for the first time. I feel so connected to you and believe that we have chemistry because you remind me of my ex. He passed away nearly a year ago and I didnt wanna tell you that right off the bat because the shit’s weird. “Hey, sorry I passed out , you cute but you remind me of my dead ex. So yeah, have a good day”.” you explain and he nods deciding once again to not press the issue.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Grief is never an easy thing to go through. I feel I experienced so much of that so early I didn't know anything else besides death. I was told that my birth parents were both murdered. But my parents taught me through all that rot and decay of the heart something beautiful can still grow. They taught me how to live. That there is more to life is more than just surviving day to day out of spite and anger." He speaks slowly like he's really pondering the words that he wants to say before continuing.

"It's kinda my fault. I feel like I was a lil too forward with all of this. My friends and the way that they party can be overwhelming. I'd like to make it up to you if you up for it. Just me and you. Maybe like a coffee or something quieter than this. I want to get to know you. Even though I know it's gonna sound corny as hell, I can't help feeling like I already do. You passing out by them discount cakes wasn't an accident at all, I think it was fate." he says and you look up at him before nodding.

“I think so too.”

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger smut #black panther imagine #black panther fic #Erik killmonger x Reader

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sari1sa · 4 years

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The origins of the hookah come from the north western provinces of India along the border of Pakistan in Rajasthan and Gujarat nearly a millennia back. These hookahs were simple, primitive, and rugged in design, usually made from a coconut shell base and tube with a head attached. They were designed to smoke opium, and hashish. The hookah made its way through the Persian Kingdom, which also included Pakistan, Afghanistan, much of Middle Asia and Arab parts of Northern Africa. The hookah acquired Tombeik on its way through Persia. Tombeik is a dark tobacco grown in modern day Iran. Tombeik is rinsed and packed in the large older style heads where hot coal is applied directly to the wet Tombeik, which gives it a strong flavor. These heads and style of hookah, referred to as "ghelune" in Persian, are available on our web site. The hookahs designed in the Persian Empire are still hand crafted with each one being cut from a piece of wood. In the 19th century, cigarettes were made easily available and mostly women smoked the ghelune because they were not on the go. Women used the ghelune in the home for entertaining and as a past time.

3 - My Hookah was made in Egypt by a famous manufacturer in the middle east called Khalil Mamoon.

4 - Unfortunately it's a bad habit to smoke hookah and it had affected my health negatively due to the tobacco products and chemicals I smoke every single day. For example, when I started smoking hookah, I stopped going to the gym because I could not breath properly during workout.

5 - The hookah or waterpipe was invented by Abu’l-Fath Gilani, a Persian physician of Akbar, in the Indian city of Fatehpur Sikri during Mughal India; the hookah spread from the Indian subcontinent to Persia first, where the mechanism was modified to its current shape, and then to the Near East. Alternatively, it could originate in the Safavid dynasty of Persia, from where it eventually spread to the east into the Indian subcontinent during that time.

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Come and Lay the Roses 18- Every Heart is Built to Bend and Break- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: The men discuss the repercussions of Aelle’s betrayal. Aaline and Ivar have their first fight as a couple. A wedding unites two houses.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Lagertha, Ragnar

Warnings: Arranged marriage, violence, sex, torture, language, mentions of sexual assault

Ch. 17

Word Count: 2674

AN: I know it’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to write something for a long time but, for whatever reason, I haven’t been in the writing spirit. I’m getting ready to go on vacation and I felt that you guys deserved an update. I hope you enjoy. Not a whole lot of smut but some plot development and a little bit of relationship building.

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars.” ~ Khalil Gibran

“Aelle is going to retaliate. We can’t kill his brother and not expect some kind of action.” Björn sighed.

Ivar drew his eyebrows together, confused. “I don’t remember hearing your voice protest to Aethelwulf’s demise. If you were so against it, maybe you should’ve spoken up, brother.” He drolled. Björn glared and straightened from his hunched position over the map of territories.

“I wasn’t saying that I protested. Merely that we should have considered all options before sending his body back to Aelle.” Björn huffed.

Ivar narrowed his eyes and his smile grew cold. “What are you saying, Björn? Leif and Torstein weren’t worthy of immediate restitution? Their deaths meant nothing as long as Aethelwulf made it back to Aelle, alive? What exactly are you saying, brother?” Ivar enjoyed watching Björn’s face go from pale to red to nearly purple as his rage mounted.

It had been several days since Aethelwulf’s body had been sent back to Aelle rather unceremoniously. Ivar had been the one to push him out of the car as it screeched around Aelle’s circle drive in their haste to return him. Other than a clipped obituary sent in a blank envelope two days ago, they hadn’t heard anything from Aelle.

“Children, please, fighting will not solve anything. Aethelwulf is dead. We didn’t kill him absent the knowledge that Aelle would retaliate. We know he’s going to retaliate. We just need to act first.”

Ragnar had been running them ragged since Aelle’s attack. None of them had slept much in the last seven days or so. Ragnar often kept them late into the night and well into the early hours of the morning before they all retired to their respective rooms. Björn hadn’t slept in his own bed beside his wife in almost a week which might explain his foul mood. Ivar didn’t have such a problem.

He smirked thinking about his wife’s body beside him at night. She was often asleep when he came to bed but would occasionally wake when he climbed in. She would turn to face him and curl her body against his front, burying her nose in his neck and tangling their legs together.

Ivar wasn’t sure if she knew how deeply she tangled them together when he came to bed but he didn’t mind admitting that he enjoyed it. He liked feeling her soft curves against his chest. Her hair splayed out on the bed behind her and Ivar liked to fall asleep stroking the long strands.

Once or twice, he’d woken her with his tongue pressed against her folds. She had gasped awake, her hands quickly moving to his hair and her hips rolling against the press of his tongue against her.

He liked to use those moments as a learning opportunity, using her body’s unconscious reactions to learn what she liked. She hadn’t protested and tried to take it further but Ivar was quick to quell her motions, content with just the taste of her to fall asleep to. Aaline never said anything the next morning but he noticed her secret smiles at dinner and her soft blushes when he came into a room she was already occupying.

In truth, he was waiting for a time when she wasn’t half-asleep to take her for the first time. He wanted her to be awake when he first slipped inside her. He wanted her to watch as he claimed her.

The very thought brought blood rushing to his cock and he had to adjust in his seat to hide his sudden arousal from his brothers. Hvitserk gave him a brief look before smirking and turning back to their father.

“What do you suggest father?” He asked.

Ragnar sat at his desk with steepled fingers, his lips slightly pursed. “We wait. We don’t act. We prepare for an attack but we don’t attack. We’ve made our move. It’s Aelle’s turn.”

Ivar snorted and all eyes swiveled to him. He shook his head and met his father’s piercing blue gaze with one of his own. “We need to act first. If we wait, Aelle could attack and we’d take a more devastating blow than if we had acted.

“Ecbert and Aelle have a wedding coming up. Their son and daughter respectively. I say we strike there, where they’re least expecting it. Their numbers will be severely impacted and they’ll have to move closer to an alliance.”

Ragnar watched his youngest son the entire time he spoke. It was a good idea but one Ragnar would refuse.

“I will not attack an innocent woman on her wedding day. We will afford the same courtesy to them as they did to us. The wedding will proceed without a disturbance.”

Ivar sneered. “What courtesy are you referred because I seem to remember Ecbert and Aelle pulling you from the reception to discuss business. Aethelwulf the younger put his hands on my wife. Or did you attend a different ceremony?” Ivar gestured wildly as he spoke, his anger rising.

Ragnar continued to regard his youngest son with a collected eye. “It was the engagement party where Aethelwulf spoke to Aaline so she wasn’t your wife yet.” Ivar snorted and leaned back heavily in his chair, shaking his head.

“And I don’t care if Ecbert and Aelle interrupted your party to discuss business. We will be the bigger man and leave their wedding uninterrupted. We will wait for any action and prepare for any attack. Do I make myself clear?”

All his other sons nodded and grunted their affirmation. He could tell they were unhappy with his decision but would not voice their displeasure quite as vehemently as Ivar. Ragnar gazed at his son until his own eyes stared back at him with barely contained rage.

“Ivar? Am I clear?”

Ivar heaved a deep sigh, his chest rising high before he gave one swift nod. “Crystal.”

“It is late.” Ragnar glanced down at his watch and grunted. He walked to the window and pushed the blinds open. All the men groaned when sunlight streamed in through the window.

“I stand corrected.” He turned back to his family, hands on his hips, smiling.

“It is early. Go to bed. Sleep next to your wives for a few hours.” He smirked and clapped his hands once, leaving his sons alone in the room.

The sun was bright as it came in through the window. Aaline’s eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the light. She closed her eyes again and sighed, turned onto her back and stretching her arms above her head. She reached out to the other side of the bed and frowned when she didn’t feel her husband.

She turned her head and opened her eyes. The blankets were still neatly tucked around the edge of his side, his pillow still plump.

Ivar had not come to bed last night.

The last few days had been hectic. The men had been scrambling for a plan on how to move against Aelle. Every night for the last five or so days, Ragnar had kept his men busy. The boys were being pulled in all different directions, moving from warehouse to warehouse to Ragnar’s war room to the dock where Leif and Torstein had been killed.

Aethelstan was working the case and had been attending as many meetings as he could. Between appearances at the police station and chasing down leads, Aethelstan wasn’t around for as much of Ragnar’s briefings as they had hoped.

Most mornings, Aaline would wake up to the movement of Ivar getting into bed. When she had checked the clock, it typically read anywhere from three to six o’clock in the morning. Ragnar was running his men ragged and it clearly wasn’t going to get any better.

It was almost eight o’clock this particular morning and Ivar had yet to make it to bed.

Aaline sighed and shifted out of bed, swinging her legs over the side. Ever since that first night nearly a week ago, Aaline had taken to sleeping in Ivar’s room. He didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he preferred it.

The first night after their unfortunate interruption, Aaline had been waiting up for Ivar in his room, reading her novel with all the lights off except her small reading lamp. Ivar had trudged in, dragging his feet and slouching his shoulders, both actions bad for his hips, stripped himself down to his boxers and climbed into bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he did it. When she had made a move to retreat to her own room, Ivar had grunted and tugged her sharply against him.

Aaline had taken it for the sign it was and settled herself into bed against him. Things continued much the same until one-night Aaline woke to the feeling of a hot tongue probing her weeping entrance and an orgasm rocking through her frame. She’d clutched tightly at Ivar’s hair, her knuckles throbbing, as he continued to lap at her core.

Her second orgasm had startled her not only in its intensity but in the rapid way it assaulted her body. She’d arched high off the bed and bracket his head with her thighs, trembling against his tongue as he gently licked her. She was covered in sweat and shaking as she pulled him up her frame. When she tried to pull his stiff length from his sleep pants, he’d carefully pushed her hand away and curled up behind her, stroking her hair until she fell quickly back into a deep sleep.

Twice Ivar had done this and both times he hadn’t let her pull him inside her body. She wasn’t sure what his resistance was for. She knew he was eager enough for it and she was more than willing to take him inside her but for some reason, he wouldn’t move beyond licking her to blinding orgasms.

It was almost a week ago since his nightly activities had stared and Ivar hadn’t said anything to her about going back to her own room. She was tempted to move all her things in but she wasn’t sure if they were there yet.

She pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail and ventured into the bathroom, turning the shower on as she went.

She was in the process of washing her face when she heard the bedroom door slam. She poked her head around the door and saw Ivar pacing the length of the room much like a caged animal. She tugged a towel from the rack and dried her face before exiting the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

Ivar looked up at her and nearly lost his anger. She was dressed in the same thing she had worn to bed that night.

She had pulled her robe on over one of his gray t-shirts. Her feet were bare and if she lifted her arms he’d be able to see her panties. Her black robe hung down around her shoulders nearly brushing the floor. It was untied and the belt trailed behind her on the ground.

His anger almost melted away but his heart was still pounding and he could feel his blood rushing beneath his skin. His fingers were tingling and a sound similar to a jet engine was filling his ears. He couldn’t think straight.

He continued to pace, growling low in his throat. Aaline narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Ivar, what’s wrong?” She asked again. He snarled and rounded on her.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Can’t I just be angry?” He growled. Her eyebrows shot up and she dropped her arms, her palms slapping the sides of her legs.

“I suppose. Something’s bothering you though. What happened?” She prodded. She could feel her own agitation building up in her chest but she knew that getting angry with Ivar wouldn’t help the situation.

Ivar cried out, throwing his cell phone across the room. An ominous shatter was heard and Aaline stiffened, leaning back on her heels and pursing her lips. She was getting angry. Ivar was throwing a temper tantrum and she refused to acknowledge it.

“Are you quite finished?” She yelled. Ivar spun to face her, his chest heaving and his teeth bared like a rabid dog.

“Know that you’ve successfully destroyed your phone and thrown an epic tantrum, would you like to tell me what’s bothering you or continue to be a child?” She snapped. Ivar glared at her and pointed an accusing finger.

“You have no idea what I’m dealing with. Don’t call me a child!”

“Well, you’re acting like a child! I asked you what was bothering you and you would rather throw a temper tantrum than speak to me!”

“It doesn’t matter! No one agrees with me so it doesn’t matter what’s bothering me! Just leave it alone!”

“I’d rather not, Ivar, seeing as you’ve shattered your phone and created a rather large dent in the wall. I say again, are you finished acting like a child?”

“You’re an insufferable woman, do you know that?”

“If I’m so insufferable why do you let me sleep here?”

“That’s a good question!”

Ivar and Aaline had steadily gotten closer to each other as they argued. Both were breathing heavily and Aaline could feel the heat emanating from her face. Her eyes were wet with frustration and she scoffed at him.

“I don’t know why I even tried.” She shook her head and turned on her heel, back into the bathroom. She rummaged quickly through various drawers before she had all the necessary items.

Ivar was still standing where she’d left him and his eyes narrowed at the sight of her. “What are you doing?” He watched as she strolled past him, her toiletries spilling out of her arms.

“I’m leaving because you clearly don’t want me here anymore.” Ivar scoffed and rolled his eyes, moving towards her.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He shot back when she spun violently to face him and pointed an accusing finger in front of his face. He held his hands up in surrender and sighed.

“I’m being ridiculous? Let me remind you that all I did was ask if you were alright. One little question and you blow up. Throwing things across the room and refusing to answer me. I’m your wife, Ivar, I’m allowed to be concerned but if you don’t want to tell me what’s bothering, fine, I’ll go but don’t expect me to come back just because you ask.”

She whipped around and slammed the door behind her. Ivar scoffed and turned away from the door, already regretting his outburst.

“They are going to retaliate. We need to be ready when they do.” Aelle said, leaning into Ecbert. Ecbert smiled and raised his glass when his wife waved at him from her position on the dance floor.

Ecbert sighed and glanced at Aelle. “Must we discuss this here, Aelle? Our children just got married. It’s a happy time.” Ecbert waved at a passing guest and took a drink of his champagne.

“We need to be prepared, Ecbert. We need a plan of attack. We can’t expect them to just wait around. They’re planning something. I know they are.”

Ecbert sighed and readjusted his weight in his seat, turning to face the other Saxon. “Aelle,” He waited until the other man looked at him. “Killing Aethelwulf was their retaliation. The next thing they’re going to do is wait for us to make a move so, yes, we’ll make a plan.” He turned back to the dance floor.

The DJ had begun playing some ridiculous song that had people flapping their arms and legs in a ridiculous imitation of dancing. “As soon as the wedding is over, we’ll start planning.”

He glanced over at his companion and sighed at the pensive expression on Aelle’s face. “It’s a wedding, Aelle. Loosen the collar a bit, have some fun.” Ecbert stood and left his companion to his silence.

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