#chapel my darling! <3

[mistmarauder]

Happy Thursday! I come bearing gifts!

A collection of one-shots by the wonderful @extasiswings as a fic book you can purchase with beautiful cover art from @like-the-rest-of-la. If you're interested, please send me a DM for the link!

This book includes the following Buddie one-shots for your enjoyment:

fire on fire • 6.7k

"You’re sleeping with him.” “I’m not—” Eddie rolls his eyes and corrects himself halfway through. “I’m not sleeping with him like that, okay?” Sophia looks at him for a long moment as her gaze turns from teasing to thoughtful. “But you want to be. Right?” [Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.]

With A Little Help From My Friends • 2.9k

“You know…several of us parents get together once, maybe twice a month or so. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like. I can add you to the email chain.” Not for the first time that day, Eddie’s surprised. It’s not that he’s opposed, more that the invitation is unexpected. He’s not particularly social—when he is it’s with the team or with Buck or with his family, all of them in each other’s houses, in each other’s lives both at work and away from it. Outside of them… It occurs to him that he’s never really known how to make friends. [Or: Eddie makes friends outside of work and realizes that Buck might not, in fact, be just a friend]

unfold me (tell me you love me) • 2.4k

Eddie follows the sound of running water to the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and spends a moment just watching Buck scrub potatoes in the sink until the other man glances up and notices him. “Hey,” Buck greets. “Chris is reading in his room, I’m just working on dinner. How was the date?” God, I love you, Eddie thinks, and nearly has to bite his tongue to keep it to himself. [Or: Eddie goes on a date and has some realizations about what he really wants.]

for all the perfect things I doubt • 5.2k

Evan Buckley is really good in bed. Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t.

dream of some epiphany • 7.4k

Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

of men and of angels • 13.5k

For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. - 1 Corinthians 13:12 Eddie Diaz learns a lot as a kid. Boys aren’t soft. Boys don’t cry. Boys don’t kiss boys. As he gets older, he realizes that everything has exceptions. Boys can be soft sometimes. Boys can cry sometimes. And some boys kiss other boys. But Eddie likes kissing girls. And since he likes kissing girls, that’s the end of the story. Isn’t it? [Or: the one with all the repression]

translate the magic (show me) • 8.1k

“I think I might be bad in bed.” Eddie rolls that thought around in his head, trying to decide the best way to respond, weighing the options of what Buck needs to hear versus how to say it. It’s not a conversation he wants to be having, is part of the problem. Thinking about Buck desperately seeking connection through fleeting sexual encounters with strangers already makes him swallow back a wave of petty jealousy and possessiveness. But there’s an added level of insult to injury to the idea that Buck wasn’t even having good sex. Which maybe explains why despite his initial commitment to delicacy and tact, what comes out of Eddie’s mouth is— “You probably were. Bad at it.” Buck’s eyes widen, a strangled noise sounding from his throat. “Don’t pull any punches,” he shoots back as he hunches in the chair and drains the last dregs of his beer. “I didn’t mean it like that.” [Or: the one where Buck has a crisis and Eddie teaches him what good sex really is]

paint me a heaven with your bloodied mouth • 3.3k

Buck. Four letters. One syllable. Eddie knows it’s a nickname. He doesn’t know why Buck picked it or why Buck seems to use it exclusively, but he figures it isn’t really his business. And also that it probably isn’t that deep—all of them use nicknames at work or otherwise in their daily lives. Eddie himself might find it weird if anyone outside of his immediate family suddenly started using his full name regularly after so many years of only rarely hearing it from anyone else. So. Eddie calls Buck Buck. And he doesn’t think anything of it. At least…not at first.

all my atoms • 3.9k

Every atom of me and every atom of you...we'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pin trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams...and when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to take two. There are three things every child learns about daemons: Don’t ask questions or talk about another person’s daemon—it’s rude. Don’t put too much distance between yourself and your daemon—it’ll hurt. Under no circumstances should you ever touch someone else’s daemon. Simple. Straightforward. Easy to remember, easier to follow. That’s what Eddie thinks of the rules.

half agony, half hope • 4.4k

“My brother does look well tonight, doesn’t he?” Adriana asks, changing the subject as they turn. Her eyes spark with mischief when Buck hums idly in agreement. “Strange that bruise on his neck, though. I can’t imagine how he could have gotten such a thing.” “Perhaps his fencing partner got a bit overzealous,” he offers, despite knowing that won’t be good enough for her to drop it. [Or, after four seasons, the ton remains baffled that no engagement appears forthcoming between Viscount Buckley and the youngest sister of the Duke of Cederhall. But perhaps they should be paying more attention to the viscount and the duke himself...]

safety and home • 3.1k

The thing Eddie remembers most about the shooting isn’t the shot itself, or the pain, or even the fear—it’s the cold. He’s been through enough in his life to know that his subconscious works in weird ways. After Afghanistan he dreamed more directly of burning helicopters and gunfire, blood in his mouth and smoke on his tongue. Shadows and screams and guilt. After the well his dreams were of Christopher, Shannon, waves crashing on a beach. And Buck. Sunlight. This time...this time Eddie dreams of drowning. [For the prompt: "I'll keep you warm."]

light the dynamite • 1.6k

Buck shivers as he thinks back to earlier in the day, at the way Eddie snapped his name like a whip across the radio when he did exactly what Eddie and Bobby both had told him not to do. At the frosty glad to hear it, Firefighter Buckley, when Buck called dispatch back to tell Eddie he was fine if a little bruised. At the way Eddie had called him at the end of the shift, voice low and quiet and commanding, hooking deep beneath Buck’s skin and stealing the breath from his lungs until all he could manage was a rasping acknowledgment before hanging up. It could be seconds, or minutes, or an hour more, but finally the bedroom door clicks open and— “So you do know how to follow instructions,” Eddie says, the edge in his voice not quite sharp enough to cut but a warning nonetheless. “I was wondering.”

show your cards • 2.7k

“What was this tonight?” Buck rasps, his voice rough as sandpaper to his own ears. Eddie’s lips quirk as his eyes flick to somewhere just to the left of Buck’s ear like he can’t respond if he’s looking at Buck outright. “It was dinner, Buck,” he says. “Dinner and a poker game.” And Buck could leave it there. Honestly, he probably should leave it there, leave it alone, let it drop despite the fact that he can practically taste the lie in the air. But he’s too warm and his pulse is so fast that he’s dizzy with it and Eddie is so close that Buck can’t breathe so he can’t help himself— “Eddie.” His voice cracks. Eddie looks back at him, meets his gaze. Slowly, with more than enough time for Buck to move or to stop him, Eddie brings a hand up to curl around Buck’s shoulder, his thumb brushing Buck’s neck in a way that lights up every inch of his skin. “Tonight was whatever you want it to be,” Eddie corrects finally. “No more, no less.”

you make my heart beat • 1.9k

Eddie Diaz knows two things: 1) he's a great nurse; and 2) he does not fall for patients. After spending five months with Evan Buckley...well. Maybe that second one is a little more of an open question.

graveyard whistling (and why things hurt) • 3.2k

“Eddie?” Buck’s hand touches his shoulder and Eddie inhales sharply and comes back to himself. His eyes flick back to the phone—the screen now dimmed and black—then settle on the counter next to it as he swallows hard. “You okay?” Buck asks quietly. “She died today,” Eddie replies. “And I forgot. I forgot that it was today.”

only human, nothing more • 1.9k

It’s stupid maybe, but it feels a little like something happens in that chair. They cut away the softness and leave behind sharp regulation edges and it doesn’t stop Eddie from being afraid, but it...helps. Helps him pretend. Helps him fall into the role of someone who is responsible, someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who— Someone who is in control. (Stupid, maybe. Stupid, definitely, is what he settles on years later when he’s back from war, trapped in his own head and drowning on dry land, because regulation edges make him flinch when he looks in the mirror and he knows no haircut in the world is going to help him fake his way back to normalcy. So he just lets it grow again. It doesn’t matter anyway.) [Or: Eddie introspection through the seasons as explored through haircuts]

It’s 5.5 x 8.5 in. and 319 pages.

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[harrysfolklore]

love and tour - collab post

the amazing @watchmegetobsessed teamed up once again and we came up with this story for you ! READ THIS BLURB FIRST TO UNDERSTAND THIS STORY

we hope you like this <33

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2010

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yourinstagram good luck harry on your x factor audition ! i know you don’t have instagram but i want to say that i’m proud of you and i believe in you <33

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username1 good luck harry !!

username2 holmes chapel comp believes in harry <3

username3 goooo harry!! :p

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xfactorupdates A new boy group was formed tonight with boys that didn’t make it to the next round. Their names are: Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne

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username1 cuties ! i’m ready to support them

username2 that harry boy is so adorableee

yourinstagram i’m so proud of you harry !! good luck and congratulations boys <3

2013

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harrystyles Picture of Oberhausen! Thank you for having us Germany. Tschüss!

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onedirectionfan1 MY SHOOOW

onedirectionfan2 my favorite boys ever

niallhoran Yoooo!

onedirectionfan3 ❤️

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yourinstagram Soon 👑

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yourbestie CONGRATULATIONS ❤️

onedirectionupdates Harry liked this post !

1dfan1 OMGG WHY DID HARRY LIKE THIS

annetwist Congratulations darling 👏🏻

yourinstagram Where are this likes coming from 😳

onedirectionupdates From what we gathered, she’s an old friend of Harry’s and they probably went to high school together

2014

2019

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harrystyles LIVE IN LONDON. DEC 19.

Link in Bio for details on ticket access.

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG

alessandro_michele ❤️

harryfan2 I’LL BE THERE

harris_reed london boy

harryfan3 THIS IS SO EXCITING

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yourinstagram got a show today 🕺

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username1 gorgeous ! 💗

gemmastyles Can’t wait to see you ! It’s going to be just like old times ❤️

username2 cutieeee we need to catch up

yourbestie Tell me all the details once it’s done !!

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harryupdates “I have really special people with me tonight. My family is here, friends I haven’t seen in so long are here. I’m happy to have them around tonight.” - Harry in London tonight !

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harryfan1 AWEEEE

harryfan2 lovey boy

harryfan3 he was so happy his family and friends were there 🥺🥺

harryfan4 MY BABYYYY

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harryupdates Harry leaving the ONO afterparty tonight !

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harryfan1 HELLO???

harryfan2 WHOOO IS THAT

harryfan3 i have so many questions rn

harryfan4 EXPLAIN

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harrystyles FINE LINE LIVE IN LONDON.

DEC 19 2019.

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harryfan1 MY BABYYY

lizzobeeating 💗

harryfan2 best show ever i cried the entire time

yourinstagram ❤️

harryfan3 COME BACK

2020

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harrystyles DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Practice social distancing. Watermelon Sugar Video Out Now.

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harryfan1 BEST VIDEO EVER !!!

yourinstagram SUMMER ANTHEM !! 🧡

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan2 this deserves to be a #1 hit

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yourinstagram quarantine diaries 🤍

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yourbestie i miss youuuuu so much

harryfan1 IS THAT HARRY??

annetwist ❤

harryfan2 yall are clowning that's not harry

↳ harryfan3 i know my man when i see him

↳ harryfan4 well he even liked this

2021

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Las Vegas, NV.

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gucci ❤️

harryfan1 HES FINALLY BACK

yourinstagram 🤩

harrystyles liked this comment

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 harryfan2 MY BABYYYY

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yourinstagram and so the adventure begins 🕺 💗on tour

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yourbestie YAY 🤩

annetwist Have fun !!

harryfan1 is this a crew member ?

pillowpersonpp ❤️❤️

harryfan2 so harry knows how to use instagram

harryfan3 my question about who this girl is remain unanswered

TWITTER

//

2023

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yourinstagram 💗 ON TOUR, FOREVER.

when this tour started, harry and i were still brand new, this was a new world for me and one thing i was sure about is that i want to be by his side for every minute of it.

now that it’s coming to an end, i can’t help but feel incredible proud of the man that i get to call my fiancé and the one i’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

i love you, harry. i’m in constant awe of you and everything you do, thank you for letting me share every milestone with you.

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG😭😭😭

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harryfan2 I LOVE THEM SO BAD

harrystyles Some things are just meant to be. I love you x

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Reggio Emilia. July, 2023.

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harryfan1 STOOOP😭

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What Is Possible.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Anything is Possible chapters: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC TV series)

Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, happy ending, family reunion, slight angst

Summary: Sequel to the fic, "Anything Is Possible." You and Guy are now married and have a one year old daughter, named Ghillie. You all go travelling together to see your parents who you have not seen for 18 months, since your interrupted wedding to Lord Edmund.

Comments: If you would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please let me know.

I would like to dedicate this fic to two close friends. Firstly, @piggledy-higgledy who is the biggest Guy of Gisborne fan I know, and suggested the name of the baby. Thank you for believing in me. Secondly, @the-fragile-heart-of-a-lady I absolutely love our Guy banter and talking about him being jealous and burning houses down. I love you both. <3

“Ghillie,” you cooed. “Come on, darling.” 

The little girl giggled, her blue eyes focused on you. You reached out, encouraging her to come toward you. Then suddenly she began her unsteady stomps, her arms reaching up. But now her focus had shifted to just behind you. She wanted her father. 

Guy had walked in from out the back of the house, where he had been readying the carriage for all three of you to make the journey to finally see your parents. As soon as he saw his daughter’s chubby hands reaching for him, he couldn’t resist. Ghillie continued chuckling, stomping unsteadily towards Guy. 

You watched on in love as Guy scooped up the laughing one year old. He kissed her red cheek and then her almost-black hair. 

“The carriage is ready,” he said, holding Ghillie in one arm and then wound his other arm around your waist. 

Your mother and father had been in contact via letter now for around eighteen months, and today would be the first time that you all travelled as a family to see them. The town they were now living in was two day’s journey, but with a stopover at a small inn on the main road. 

The journey itself was quite uneventful for the most part. You sat with Ghillie on your lap, singing and talking to her, while Guy remained the steerer of the carriage. Every couple of hours and you would stop for a drink and to nurse Ghillie. The weather was bright, mild and dry, perfect for travelling. 

At the inn and Guy paid for a large suite for you both and Ghillie. There you all shared the large, four poster bed. 

“I wonder if this is the honeymoon suite,” Guy mused. “Not that I’d bring my bride here.”

You laughed. “Beggars can’t be choosers sometimes, Guy. Not everyone has the means to live in luxury.” 

Guy merely smirked and leaned over to you, kissing you. Ghillie was sat between you both, playing with her stuffed pony which Mary had made for her. Since your interrupted wedding to Lord Edmund, Mary the seamstress, had been a close friend. She had become almost a second mother to you, helping you in your questions towards motherhood. She was also Ghillie’s godmother. 

A short while later and you and Guy lay on your sides facing each other, with your sleeping daughter between you both. “I never thought this would be possible,” you said. “I seriously never thought I’d ever be happy like this.” 

Guy reached to you and laced his fingers through yours. He smiled and looked at your joined hands. “You’ve given me everything I ever wanted.” Then his steel blue eyes met your gaze. “I don’t deserve you or Ghillie, I know that…” 

“Guy, please…” 

“I don’t,” he continued. 

“Shh, come here, you stupid man,” you hissed. You kissed him hard, tugging at his thin tunic. 

“I do love it when you take charge,” Guy chuckled. “And when you scold me.” 

***

Finally you made it to your parents’ village. Guy took the carriage slowly through the main muddy track, where small houses were built on either side. There was a tavern, a blacksmiths and a few stalls in a field behind a chapel. 

Then you saw her from the small window of the carriage, your mother standing out the front of their house, waving to you. She was smiling broadly, something that she rarely did when she was in Nottingham. 

“Come on, Ghillie. I’ve got someone very special for you to meet,” you told your daughter. You picked her up and then stepped out of the open door of the carriage, which had been opened for you by Guy. In one arm you propped Ghille, and with your other hand, you held Guy’s. 

Your mother broke down into tears as she saw you, and then looked at her granddaughter. “C…can I hold her?” your mother asked. 

“Of course you can,” you said. 

You watched for a few seconds as your mother smiled at Ghillie, whispering ‘hello’ to her and then kissed her chubby fingers. “Her name is Ghislaine,” you said. “Ghislaine Sarah.” 

Your mother looked at you with wide eyes upon hearing Ghillie’s middle name be the same as her own. 

“Ghislaine was my mother’s name,” Guy said softly. “But we call her Ghillie for short.” 

“I can’t deny it but she looks just like you,” your mother chucked, looking up at Guy. 

You all went into your parents’ house and sat down in the main kitchen area, while your mother began preparing a kettle of tea. “Your father hopes to finish work up in the field a little earlier today. Are you planning on staying with us long?” 

“Umm, well, as long as you’ll have us,” you replied. “We’ve packed enough provisions for a week, and Guy is able to stand down from duty for a fortnight.” 

“We would love to have you permanently,” your mother laughed. “A week sounds perfect.” Ghillie was sat on your mother’s lap, having taken to her immediately, which was quite extraordinary as she normally didn’t like strangers. But your mother was the first person she had met without screaming. 

Your father later entered the house and embraced you tightly. It was the first thing he did. Then he apologised to you for all the heartbreak he had caused. “I was a coward. I know that. Edmund held a lot over me for years; he offered me money so that he could have you. That morning, I just knew what I had to do.” 

Your father hung his head in shame and then looked at Ghillie. “She’s beautiful,” he said softly. Then he looked at Guy. “Thank you for making my daughter happy, Gisborne.”

As dusk began to settle, your father took Guy down to the local tavern for a pint, while you remained at the house with your mother and Ghillie. Your mother was cleaning the pot from the stew she had made for dinner, while you dried the plates. Ghillie was sat on the floor, playing with her pony and a few toys that your mother had collected for your visit. The toys banged against the wooden floor, and with each bang, Ghillie giggled. 

“How are you and father doing?” you asked. 

“He knows I still hold resentment against him for what he did to you, but I pray often with the priest at the chapel. I want to let go of all the hate in my heart. It can be hard to live with him some days. All I can see is the coward that he was for so long.” 

“But he’s not that man now,” you countered. “Look what he did for me; that’s not the action of a coward. He saw what he was doing and he changed.” 

Your mother began to sob. 

You took her into your arms and held her, feeling her shake. “I think I hate myself more.” Her voice was muffled by your shoulder. 

“Mother, please,” you reasoned, pulling from the embrace. “I hold nothing against either of you for this. We know how hard things can be; father wanted to provide for the family. Edmund was a monster and he held sway over father with money. You can’t blame father for that. Money holds a lot of power, we all know that. I wish Guy would consider changing his work, but the money keeps us well provided for. You have to do what is right for your family. 

“Does he take care of you?” 

The instantaneous smile told your mother everything that she needed to know. “He dotes on us. Guy had quite a bad childhood and all he’s ever wanted is love in his life. I’ve never known a man with such an enormous heart. He seems like a walking contradiction in how cruel and callous he’s been known to be, yet with us, he would do anything we ask of him.” 

“As long as he cares for you both, that’s all that matters.” 

***

When your father and Guy arrived back from the tavern, the two of them were laughing. “It’s been a pleasure tonight, Gisborne,” your father said, and extended his hand. The two men shook hands, and it was here that you hoped the two of them would always have a good friendship. 

You retired to bed a while later, with Ghillie between you and Guy. She was already asleep, having been worn out from the day’s events. 

“Mother has said she will take Ghillie for a few hours tomorrow so that we can have time alone together,” you told Guy. You watched his face beam, and then his gaze drifted down to Ghillie. His fingers caressed her dark hair and he felt that all too familiar lump rise in his throat. It was the lump that reminded him of what was possible. 

“Are you alright?” you whispered. 

Guy’s gaze met yours, and it was now full of tears. 

“Do not say again that you feel undeserving,” you sighed. “Life does not deal in who deserves and who doesn’t. I gave my love to you freely, as you did me.” You reached out and cupped your husband’s cheek. “We both love you, Gisborne. We both love you for everything you are.” 

Guy couldn’t help but chuckle, and feel the tears fall down his cheeks. “I can’t even imagine what it would have been like if you had had Ghillie while married to Edmund. To see my child raised by another…”

“Guy, stop!” you exclaimed. “I didn’t marry Edmund. I married you. Ghillie is yours; she’s here with you every day. She carries your name, as do I, you stupid man.”

Guy smiled as you said those words again, playfully insulting him. 

“Give me that smile, Gisborne,” you said softly, and reached closer, kissing him. 

***

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[5eraphim]

Thinking about Medic fucking up his captive s/o so bad that they develop psychotic delusions of him being a god.. (Medic would probably just enable it because he loves the idea of his darling worshipping him and obeying everything he says <3)

YOUR MINDDDDD!!! This was so fun to write, thank you so much for the request ＼(^o^)／

(I didn't know if you were expecting a oneshot or headcanons, but I really wanted to write something lewd about this, hope that works for you! Reader is kept gender neutral here ✌️)

Summary: Reader suffers visions of lust for the divine, a secret kept hidden for some time now. But the darker the confession the more painful the penance, especially when Medic is the enforcer. And while atonement is necessary for salvation, the guilt always remains.

Character: Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI!)

Content Warnings: Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob

Word Count: 5k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo- Cirice, Ghost)

"Call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will deliver you, and you shall honour me." (Psalm 50:15)

"The Lord favors those who fear him, Those who wait for His faithfulness." (Psalms 147:11)

Breaking the room's silence, you heard a heavy wooden door creak open, sending a shiver down your spine. All day dark storm clouds covered any sunlight which might've peaked through the glass windows of your homemade chapel domicile, but even without sunset, you knew it must've been hours into the night. And for hours, you knelt on the lightly padded kneeler in front of the makeshift stone table you called your alter. The chapel was humble, hardly more expansive than a garage, but constructed with the utmost reverence to your Holiness. The small space allowed for little more than the altar, a pew, a few kneelers, a foldable wall to serve as your confessional booth, a bookshelf that held all your precious scriptures, and some candles to adorn the place, as well as to provide the only source of light in the room. Once, you kept a bed to rest on behind the pew, but now you slept on the bench, using nothing more than a towel for a pillow and a single sheet as a blanket. It was uncomfortable, but you would endure any discomfort to prove to your divine one that you needed nothing but this to get by.

There was a numb ache in your knees from remaining in this position for so long, becoming harder and harder to ignore the longer you forced yourself to stay in this position. Some candles around the altar burnt themselves out long ago, casting angular twisting shadows along the walls surrounding you. But despite how the serpentine darkness unnerved you, causing you to jump every now and then at an odd flickering shape just out of the corner of your eye, you dared not move. The only sound in the room, save for the steady pattering of rain outside, were the verses of scripture you resited again, and again, and again, murmuring under your breath. At the same time, you nervously fiddled with the beads of your rosary. You tried your best to focus all your energy on praying the rosary, but your mind was restless, and no force of will was enough to distract you from the guilt gnawing away at your conscience.

It was agony to endure this guilt, and you prayed desperately to see your Holy Guardian return soon, though upon hearing his arrival, you were far from comforted. Your vespers halted when the heavy wooden door creaked open, causing you to instinctively look over your shoulder behind you. Your beloved Father was finally home. "Are you still up, my Child?"

You swallowed nervously, unable to formulate any words. All day you dreaded the moment your Holy Father would return home, and now here he was, several paces away. Then, for just a moment, he stood at the door as you watched him remove his glasses to try and wipe away the raindrops. You watched him walk forward, withdrawing his damp overcoat, which fluttered like bird's wings behind him as he ran a hand through his wet hair to push away some of the water. Medic wasn't precisely drenched, but you couldn't help but notice how his damp clothing clung to his body, his broad athletic build clearly visible, even in the low lighting. You were so momentarily distracted by this you completely forgot he asked you a question until he stood almost directly behind you.

"You look unwell, little one. How long have you been here praying?" "I am unsure, Father." The concern in his eyes only worsened the suffocating guilt inside you.

"Sit with me then. Tell me what is troubling you." Medic watched as you attempted to pull yourself up. Still, the tension and numbness in your body were too great, and you stumbled a little, catching yourself on the high part of the kneeler, almost dropping your rosary in the process, which you quickly stuffed into your pocket. While still clearly concerned, Medic smiled gently, using his own hands to help hold you steady as he gently pulled you to your feet. You couldn't help but flush slightly, feeling his strong hands against your shoulders and back, aiding you to walk to the nearby pew. Time must've really escaped you, as standing upright and walking aggravated the ache in your knees. You held onto his hands for balance as you gingerly sat down, your legs trembling slightly, threatening to slacken at any minute. He sat beside you, causing you to unconsciously scoot away a little closer to the corner of the bench, and you bit your lip nervously, feeling your knees touching as he turned to face you slightly. The guilt you tried so hard to keep at bay all day now felt all-consuming. Still, despite the anxiety written across your face, Medic smiled, his eyes gentle and loving. It took all your strength not to wince when you felt his hands around your own. His gloves did nothing to downplay the intimacy of the moment.

"Tell me your troubles, Child. Open up to me, and I will listen." It was too hard to look him in the eye, to see the compassionate affection exhibited by your Savior, which you knew you didn't deserve. But, if you wanted to do the right thing, you knew it was time, to tell the truth.

"Heavenly Lord, I fear I have- um, I find myself troubled by certain, um… These awful visions in the night. Deep while I am sleeping. I see things I don't want to see and think things I don't want to. I feel this awful burning in the night, but when I awaken again, I can't- well, I can't describe it, but I feel so ashamed."

He squeezed your hands a little, causing you to briefly meet his eye, now colored by curiosity, before looking back down. You wanted so badly not to have to tell him what you saw, hoping naively simply confessing to the visions would be enough, but you could tell he wouldn't be content with that. "Oh? And what do you see?"

"I don't want to say… It's embarrassing, and I feel wrong thinking about it now." He leaned a little closer, his voice still gentle but with a definite edge.

"I can see that, but my Child, how can I absolve you of a sin you can't even confess? Am I not your salvation incarnate?" Your head jolted straight up, eyes wide.

"Yes, you are, my Lord! You are my light, my life- I would never doubt this!" Although he remained unconvinced, he could tell you were hiding something, and you weren't about to get out of this until he knew what it was.

"And do you doubt there is a sin so severe I can not absolve you of?" Chewing your lower lip nervously, you shook your head no slightly. Looking at his hands around yours as you spoke in a frail, unsteady voice.

"I see you, my Lord. But, I also see us together, but not as we should be." He said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

"I see us, or rather, I see you over me… I don't know how to describe it, though-"

Medic interrupted in a firm voice. "Tell me the truth." Your shame brought you nearly to tears.

"I see your body over mine- over my naked body… I see your hands stroking my skin and your mouth against my neck and shoulders. A-and everywhere you touch me, I burn, and it hurts, but I can't stop wanting more! We're on the altar bed, and-" Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers moving against your hands as though trying to urge you on, clearly sensing how bad you wanted out. And you couldn't help but fluster and stammer at this smallest, seemingly innocent, caring act.

"I know this is wrong- I don't want to think like this, I swear! But once these- these awful dreams start, I cannot stop them! And all I am so blinded by the image of my body against yours, as we- As we become one, my Lord."

Getting those final words out took so much effort, but now it is over. You told Medic everything.

Your heart wrenched as you saw his expression form into one of an almost pitiful disappointment. "I always feared it would come to this…." He trailed off. He pulled his hands away from yours as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He removed his glasses with one hand, rubbing his eyes tiredly with the other. Medic looked as though he somehow saw this coming, like he was privy to something you were utterly blind to. You pulled your hands back to your own lap as your fingers fidgeted restlessly. Nothing hurt more than letting down your Lord; sitting with this feeling only amplified your considerable guilt. Finally, you forced yourself to look him in the eye. He was already disappointed. You didn't want him to think you were more pathetic than you already felt.

"My Lord, I'm telling you the truth- These awful dreams, these visions disrupting my sleep at night, I can't understand where they come from. I don't mean to offend you; I just-" Your gaze dropped from Medic's face to your hands wringing anxiously in your lap. You no longer had the strength to look him in the eye, summoning all your resolve to force yourself not to cry. After all, what right did you have acting so pitifully before him? You were the sinner after all, yet here you were, cowering before your Lord. Weak, feeble, in need of his mercy and guidance.

"I suppose this isn't entirely your fault… I always knew this was coming. Perhaps I didn't expect this so soon, is all." You snuck a peek up at his face, and to your surprise, he didn't look disappointed as you feared, but something different you couldn't understand entirely. Still, you felt too unworthy to look upon his face much longer, bowing your head a little, facing your lap, trying not to think about how despite the situation, you felt so warm sitting so close to your Holiness, knees only barely connecting.

"Please, Father, I don't understand what you mean." He shifted his weight away from you slightly, leaning against the back of the pew, sighing through his nose, contemplating his following words carefully.

"I thought I noticed how your eyes seemed to follow my hands as I guided you in prayer. Or how some evenings you wouldn't follow my eyes, somewhat- distracted by my lips. Yes, I've always known how the human mind can be swayed by thoughts of lust and decadence… But maybe I was wrong for thinking you were strong enough to resist such… carnal impulses. You were all too aware of the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

"But I told you- I never asked for this! You know I'm not to blame here!" All in an instant, you felt a cold shiver run up your spine as you watched all former warmth and kindness vanish from his face all at once as he stared you down with his icy cold, narrowed blue eyes. "You think this absolves you of anything, sinner?" You were about to speak to try and defend yourself, but he cut you off before you got the chance.

"You are nothing but full of pride and arrogance if you think you're somehow holy for merely wishing your sins away! I never thought you were so foolish, so childish, but it would appear I was all wrong about you-"

"Don't say that, please, my Lord, I didn't- I mean no offense, you must believe me! I need you now more than ever! I'm so confused. Please tell me how I can atone for all of this!"

Your hands were clasped tightly as you begged the Medic to show you mercy. You didn't mean to offend him or cast doubt upon your devotion, but you were terrified. You desperately grabbed onto his hands, tears beginning to fall, your breathing erratic. You couldn't think clearly. You were too desperate to somehow prove to him you were worthy. But he continued to look at you coolly, his blue eyes harsh and stern. It was impossible to hold eye contact. Your mind was so wracked with guilt for what you'd done. Thankfully he spoke next in a more level voice.

"Tell me, my Child, and I want to hear the truth. When you think of these dreams, have you been touching yourself as well?" Instantly on the defensive, your face heated as you try to explain yourself.

"No! No- I haven't! I wouldn't do that to you- I wouldn't dare!" He looked at you skeptically, his lips pressed firmly together in a straight line. You could feel fresh tears sliding down your face. "My Lord, you must believe me! I'm sorry I was so greedy- I'm sorry I dreamt such perverse things while you were gone, but you know I wouldn't go so far!"

Unfortunately, he appeared to remain unconvinced. Medic softly petted the top of your head with a gloved hand, he didn't seem convinced, but at least his anger appeared quelled. Once again, you felt so overcome by the shame of your own actions you buried your face in his chest, momentarily forgetting your sense of restraint, unable to think of anything but doing whatever you needed in the name of forgiveness. Murmuring apologies and pleas for mercy between sobs, no doubt streaking tears into his vestments. Over and over in your head, you screamed at yourself. "Why did I have to lose control like that?" "How could I be so weak!"

"Please, my heavenly Father, I would rather die than betray you! I love you more than anything! But, just please, please, please tell me you believe me!"

He waited for you to quiet down a touch before he responded. "I wish I could have my Child. But you've disobeyed me." The moment these words left his lips, your heart sunk like a rock, as you felt frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening. It was like you'd just felt the air knocked from your lungs. You felt Medic's hand continuing to pet the top of your head.

"My dearest child, I'm afraid if you want me to believe you are faithful and to believe you are pure, you must pay." With your head still pressed against his body, your voice mumbled but still understandable, "Heavenly Father, whatever I must do to prove my faith, I will. Without fear and without any doubt." Medic's hand drifted from the back of your head to the side of your face to guide your head up to meet him at eye level.

"You'll do anything?" Without missing a beat, you answered. "Anything."

Medic nodded. "There is a way. I can absolve you of all your sins, but only for a price. If you truly wish to purify yourself of such… carnal thoughts of yours, all your distractions leading you from Holiness. I can forgive you of your perversions and restore your devotion to your Father. But, this will cost you." You could tell he was testing you, but there was no threat of pain dire enough to sway you now.

"My life is yours, My Lord. Do to me whatever it takes to make me pure again." He studied your face briefly, trying to tell if there was any final hesitation, but you were resolute. "All you need to do is obey. Follow my word, and have faith. Believe that I am your God and your Savior."

"I can." And with that, he nodded, rising. "Kneel at the pulpit for me. I'll join you there in just a moment." Eagerly your rose. Whatever ache you felt earlier was forgotten entirely. Kneeling once again before the altar reminded you of your cause. You were to live and serve your Divine Lord; if he wanted you to prove it, then you would. But when you saw the Medic returning, you couldn't help but shudder, all too aware of the fear you tried so hard to silence.

Medic held a kind of insidious instrument in his hand you'd never seen before. Your eye instantly draws to the wicked sharp tip, the awful needle easily the length of your forearm over a shorter yet wicked sharp blade. The hollow bulb at the back of the device made the thing look like some kind of mechanical mosquito, and you were about to be its prey. Your mouth went dry, and you felt dizzy just looking at the thing. Still, you forced yourself to remain as still as a statue, turning your gaze from the device to Medic.

"The price you must pay for your penance will be a blood price." The closer he walked, or rather, the closer the weapon got, the more sinister it appeared. If looking at it was terrifying, the idea of it going inside of you was even worse, but deep down, you knew this was what you deserved, and you brought this on yourself. So no matter how terrifying the punishment, you had no one to blame but yourself. Medic drew close enough to stand right behind you. With his free hand, he held yours, turning it upright, before using his fingers to try and find a vein in your upper arm, right above your elbow.

Goosebumps prickled all across your body when you felt the tip of the needle make contact with your arm. You could feel yourself breathing a bit heavier, your knuckles going while as you gripped the edge of the kneeler with your free arm, your other palm disappearing as you closed your hand into a tight fist.

"Now focus on me, think of only me. Let your God guide you back to the light, it will hurt, but only for a moment, and you'll be restored once it's over. Do you accept your penance?"

It will only hurt more if you watch, you reasoned with yourself, so with your eyes squeezed as tight as possible, you spoke. "I accept." While the initial pick of the needle's tip against your skin terrified you, the feeling of the needle digging into your flesh hurt all the more. The sting was far, far worse than any needle before. It was impossible to keep from wincing or to hold in your yelp of pain as you felt the needle burrow in deeper.

"Steady now. I need you still. If you move too much, we'll have to start all over."

You let go of your grip on the kneeling, biting down on your own knuckle to keep from screaming. If only you had something to hold onto in the hand being drained, but you had nothing but your own fist to tense down on.

"Now I'm going to pull blood. This is going to hurt. Just remember this is for your own good."

It was almost impossible to talk, but through grit teeth, you tried anyway. "Thank you, my Holy Father." And without another word, you felt Medic begin to drain your blood.

He was right. It hurt. The unbearable tension you felt from your teeth and skull all the way down to your curled toes burned like hell. It was hard to hear anything over your heavy breathing and the occasional whine of pain, but that was for the best. The idea of listening to this awful thing as it sucked your life away sounded far worse. How long has it been like this? How much longer would he keep you here? You had no idea, but it was becoming harder and harder to stay still by the second, and you were afraid you wouldn't last much longer.

You wanted to look at the altar, to remind yourself why you were doing all this, to think of anything to distract from the pain, but it was impossible to open your eyes. But instead, you swore you could feel a numbness in your fingertips and in your toes. Your head felt so heavy and tense, and you found yourself wondering, if only for a second, if Medic was done with you all together and if this was your last moment before death.

Then, just as soon as it started, you felt Medic pressing down over where he injected the needle before pulling out in one decisive strike. This was far worse than the insertion, the pain white hot, causing you to arch your back, your head falling back as you screamed in agony. The ache was terrible enough, but the nausea was just as miserable. When you felt Medic's hands leave your body, you slipped forward, panting, your upper body clinging to the top of the kneeler for dear life. It felt like the room was spinning or like the floor was about to give out at any second. The pain you felt before in this spot felt like a joke compared to what you felt now.

"Blessed are you, my Child. You have come to me with your sins, and I send you forth, cleansed and pure again. You have put yourself at the mercy of the divine, and you have been granted forgiveness."

"I don't feel so good…." You were still slumped over the kneeler. It was impossible to think of anything but the pain. You weren't even proud of yourself for withstanding it. All you wanted was to fall asleep. To wake up to a new day and to pretend none of this happened. Medic must've put the device away as you could now feel both his hands rubbing little circles against your back. You didn't want to think about what he wanted to do with your blood, the terrible needle was gone now, and that was all that mattered.

"Without sin, salvation is empty. You hurt now, but take comfort knowing the pain you feel is all your sin and weakness leaving your body."

You tried to nod, but you were too weak to remain upright. Your head began to bob forward as your body went limp. Fortunately, Medic immediately caught you, keeping you from falling directly to the ground. You didn't even know how you were still awake, but you felt like a rag doll, limp and no longer in control of your body. You could feel Medic supporting your total weight, guiding you back to the pew, laying you down, your head resting on his lap. You felt so terribly cold, curling up into a ball on your side. You were about to give in to the drowsiness all together, but only in turning your head to the side did you notice the straining fabric of Medic's trousers. "You did well for your Savior. Would you allow me to reward you for faith?"

For a second, you considered if this was a trick if Medic were baiting you, giving you one last test of the night. After all, actually seeing your Holy Lord in such a state after dreaming about him for so long, it all felt too good to be true. But to your surprise, when you turned your gaze upward to look Medic in the eye, you noticed how wide his pupils were, the flush or arousal on his cheeks, the teasing half-smile. You realized just as likely as this was a test to see if you really could fight back against your lust. Perhaps this was another test of your loyalty? It was impossible to tell, and you felt a familiar confused fear resurfacing.

"My God, I'm honored, but I fear I am unworthy…." Fortunately, he wasn't offended by your hesitation.

"To indulge in the sins of the flesh would be a mortal sin for any other, but you must know- I am no man. I am your Divine. To service me is an act of Holiness. Allow me to guide your hands." Your mind was caught in a whirlwind of exhaustion and desire, it was impossible to think clearly, but you were helpless to feel the need burning inside you. It was weak, and you didn't have the strength to give in together, but you were ready to take the opportunity while you could. The unstoppable desire to serve and to give everything you had to your Master.

He looked at you with eyes glimmering, shining with love and the faintest smile, "Sweet lamb, your desires are only unholy when you indulge in secret, away from me. But now that I am here to bless and guide you- If it is my mortal vessel you are so taken by, show me your devotion." You knew he was right, and you wanted to give in. You wanted to trust and have faith, but you couldn't help but hesitate. It was almost impossible to remember life before Medic, but you were confident you weren't nearly experienced enough to please him as he deserved. The idea of being put on the spot, of your Lord coming to you of all people for something like this? The opportunity filled you equally with anxiety as ecstasy.

"You are my salvation. My sole purpose for living is to worship and serve you. I owe you everything I have. To indulge myself like this- I don't understand how I could be worthy. I adore you, but am I enough?" Your words had no effect on him. If anything only spurred him on.

"Don't be so shy, my little saint. You've done so well to prove to me your devotion, and now I want you to show it. Take my hand." And with that final command, you obeyed.

You dumbly felt your head repositioned on Medic's lap as he undid his pants, pulling his undergarments down with them enough to comfortably free himself from the restrictive fabric. If you weren't feeling half-dead, you might've had the shame to look away, but now, all you could do was take in the sight before you. You felt like an outside observer, out of body and entirely at the whims of another, but still, you couldn't deny it felt good. Better than good. You were somehow flushed and tingly inside, feeling so pure and yet filled with lust, a sensation you'd never known before, as though your entire life had built up to this moment. All in the service of your God.

Medic was already quite hard, and you watched intently as he took your hand. His glove already pulled off, and you couldn't help but shudder at the skin-to-skin contact. With your hand open, he licked along the length of your index finger before he closed his lips around the digit. You never realized how many sensitive nerves were in your hand until you felt his mouth around your fingers. His skilled tongue wrapped around your fingers, coating each one with a bit of saliva. You felt his cheeks sucking in as he sucked a little harder, the lewd noises making the moment feel all the more erotic.

After he had his fun with this, you felt the chilly draft against the now wet flesh. Though for only a moment as your hand was pulled down to make contact with his warm flesh. He sharply breathed in through grit teeth, using his hand to tightly wrap yours against the shaft before applying a little friction. Even in your current state of mind, you could feel the tension in his body, and you felt so honored and privileged to witness your Holy Master consumed with lust. He was more beautiful than any man, angel, or devil you'd ever dreamed of.

It was hard to keep up, but you did your best to use your slick fingers to massage the flesh beneath his tight hold. You felt a holy kind of pride as you watched his brow scrunch, a breathy moan amid his panting, knowing you were doing so well to honor your God like no one else. Then, despite the vertigo, you forced your head to move, to use what little strength you had left to connect your lips to the wet head of his cock, and to kiss your Master, tongue out, ready to merge. It felt like your lips only connected with his anatomy for a moment before you felt him reach his climax. His breathy moaning and thrusting against you put all your initial erotic dreams to shame. You couldn't believe your Lord allowed you to see him like this, more charming than ever before. Even in your haze, you could feel the warmth of his body against yours.

When you rolled onto your back to lay on the bench more comfortably, you felt as though you could still feel his vitality, the essence within you. You were too numb to sense if any of the mess landed on you, but you were vaguely aware of the sensation of him rubbing around his lap and maybe even on you with a cloth to collect what he could of the mess. You wrapped your arms around yourself, sighing with bliss. With a gentle touch, Medic caressed the side of your face with his four fingers before you felt his thumb tap against your slightly parted lips.

"Swallow. This is the salvation you've awaited."

Your eyes were already shut, and you were thankful his touch was so gentle as he pushed the cum stuck to his finger into your mouth, which you happily allowed to pass your lips as you suckled. Then, finally, he pulled his finger out, running his thumb over your lips, trailing your saliva over them as he stroked the side of your face. But moments before you nodded off, you whispered, "My Lord, will you promise to pray for me? Will you pray I will one day be worthy to receive your grace? That we can become one?"

You weren't even sure if he heard your final words, everything was going black, and your mind was lost in the haze. Before slipping away into oblivion, your last memories were the lethargy possessing your body, his fingers in your hair, a salty aftertaste on your tongue, and the pattering of rain, sounding further and further away.

#fr fr thank you for this request i really really hope you like how it came out- and i am sooooo sorry about the wait!!!!! #i wonder what their wedding night would be like like DAMN #gender neutral reader #anonymous #yandere #x reader #self ship #yandere oneshot #yandere smut #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #tf2 smut #tf2 imagine #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #medic tf2 #tf2 medic x reader #heirophilia #priest kink #religion kink #N/S/F/W #dubcon #smut #blasphemy

[dispatchpodcast]

The twelfth episode is here!

In this episode, meet @tripleaxeldiaz (aka spinningincircles aka Lauren), hear all about her fic, and listen to Rachel almost forget to ask about Lauren's podcast!

Listen to a preview above, stream the full episode on Anchor.fm, or find it on platforms including Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, and more.

See the show notes below for timestamps of when specific discussion takes place, and for links to Lauren, her works, and her recommendations for works by creators @elisela @extasiswings @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @woodchoc-magnum @cinematicnomad @catdadeddie @buttercupbuck @nymika-arts and @tawaifeddiediaz

Show Notes:

Topics:

Welcome and guest intro (03:13)

How Lauren got into 9-1-1 (feat. starting with Lone Star) (05:38)

Favourite things about 9-1-1 (feat. the beauty of getting the Begins episodes) (19:58)

Favourite character (once again, bet you can't guess…) (26:22)

Favourite episode and scene (feat. being haunted by the shooting) (37:24)

Discussion of Lauren's writing and fic (44:15), focused on: maybe one day i’ll fly next to you (feat. can you believe Lauren has never ice skated?! & having a fic made into a fanfic book) (44:28); always golden in the sky series (feat. the productive procrastination of research) (1:40:51); when the dance is through, it’s me and you (feat. Rachel prematurely starting 6B spec chat) (2:17:48); and maybe then, I’ll fade away (and not have to face the facts) (feat. thank god for people on Tumblr who will help you find fic) (2:46:54)

What Lauren is working on (3:01:17)

Lauren's fandom history (feat. old fanfiction.net accounts you would rather forget…) (3:03:36)

Thoughts on Season 6 so far and predictions (3:15:17) (feat. Lauren is much older and wiser (despite being younger!) than Rachel)

Recommendations for creators and fanworks (3:29:17)

Lauren’s podcast (The Leading Lady Club) (3:32:20)

Goodbye and outro (3:33:54)

Referred to in episode:

Lauren's Tumblr and AO3

Fics discussed: maybe one day i’ll fly next to you; always golden in the sky series (all was golden when the day met the night and darling let me trace the lines); when the dance is through, it’s me and you; and maybe then, I’ll fade away (and not have to face the facts)

Other fics of Lauren's mentioned: his name on your heart; fool for you from the bottom of my soul; and subtle as a brick in the small of my back

incorrect buddie quote post that inspired Lauren's first buddie fic

Eli (elisela)

Oli (tsoanatural) and an example of the fic books

Meg (nymika-arts)

picture of all the 911 fic books that Rachel has together

Kris (hattalove), Kris' podcast ep, and Kris' fic book

Mads (letmetellyouaboutmyfeels)

Those Two Firefighters fic

my post asking seeking maybe then, I’ll fade away (and not have to face the facts)

Morgan (rewritetheending)

Nova (catdadeddie) and 911bts

The Leading Lady Club Podcast

Lauren's recommendations:

Eli (elisela)'s fic

Chapel (extasiswings)'s fic

Mads (letmetellyouaboutmyfeels)'s fic

Felicity (woodchoc-magnum)'s fic, including the you can tell everybody this is your song series

Kat (cinematicnomand)'s fic and edits and gifs, including the happy eddie diaz series

Nova (catdadeddie)'s edits and gifs and 911bts

Alicia (buttercupbuck)'s edits and gifs and fic, including in a week

Meg (nymika-arts)'s art, edits and gifs, and fic

Zee (tiawifeeddiediaz)'s fic and edits and gifs

Contact details:

Dispatch Tumblr: dispatchpodcast.tumblr.com Dispatch email: [email protected] Rachel's Tumblr: burnthatbridge.tumblr.com

Credit:

Intro and outro music by BrightestAvenue from Pixabay

#podcast #fan podcast #911 fox #911 podcast #dispatchpodcast #buddie #ep 12

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 4

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli

Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

VI

1. Thou wast a priestess, O my God, among the Druids; and we knew the powers of the oak.

2. We made us a temple of stones in the shape of the Universe, even as thou didst wear openly and I concealed.

3. There we performed many wonderful things by midnight.

4. By the waning moon did we work.

5. Over the plain came the atrocious cry of wolves.

6. We answered; we hunted with the pack.

7. We came even unto the new Chapel and Thou didst bear away the Holy Graal beneath Thy Druid vestments.

8. Secretly and by stealth did we drink of the informing sacrament.

9. Then a terrible disease seized upon the folk of the grey land; and we rejoiced.

10. O my God, disguise Thy glory!

11. Come as a thief, and let us steal away the Sacraments!

12. In our groves, in our cloistral cells, in our honeycomb of happiness, let us drink, let us drink!

13. It is the wine that tinges everything with the true tincture of infallible gold.

14. There are deep secrets in these songs. It is not enough to hear the bird; to enjoy song he must be the bird.

15. I am the bird, and Thou art my song, O my glorious galloping God!

16. Thou reinest in the stars; thou drivest the constellations seven abreast through the circus of Nothingness.

17. Thou Gladiator God!

18. I play upon mine harp; Thou fightest the beasts and the flames.

19. Thou takest Thy joy in the music, and I in the fighting.

20. Thou and I are beloved of the Emperor.

21. See! he has summoned us to the Imperial dais.

The night falls; it is a great orgy of worship and bliss.

22. The night falls like a spangled cloak from the shoulders of a prince upon a slave.

23. He rises a free man!

24. Cast thou, O prophet, the cloak upon these slaves!

25. A great night, and scarce fires therein; but freedom for the slave that its glory shall encompass.

26. So also I went down into the great sad city.

27. There dead Messalina bartered her crown for poison from the dead Locusta; there stood Caligula, and smote the seas of forgetfulness.

28. Who wast Thou, O Caesar, that Thou knewest God in an horse?

29. For lo! we beheld the White Horse of the Saxon engraven upon the earth; and we beheld the Horses of the Sea that flame about the old grey land, and the foam from their nostrils enlightens us!

30. Ah! but I love thee, God!

31. Thou art like a moon upon the ice-world.

32. Thou art like the dawn of the utmost snows upon the burnt-up flats of the tiger’s land.

33. By silence and by speech do I worship Thee.

34. But all is in vain.

35. Only Thy silence and Thy speech that worship me avail.

36. Wail, O ye folk of the grey land, for we have drunk your wine, and left ye but the bitter dregs.

37. Yet from these we will distil ye a liquor beyond the nectar of the Gods.

38. There is value in our tincture for a world of Spice and gold.

39. For our red powder of projection is beyond all possibilities.

40. There are few men; there are enough.

41. We shall be full of cup-bearers, and the wine is not stinted.

42. O dear my God! what a feast Thou hast provided.

43. Behold the lights and the flowers and the maidens!

44. Taste of the wines and the cates and the splendid meats!

45. Breathe in the perfumes and the clouds of little gods like wood-nymphs that inhabit the nostrils!

46. Feel with your whole body the glorious smoothness of the marble coolth and the generous warmth of the sun and the slaves!

47. Let the Invisible inform all the devouring Light of its disruptive vigour!

48. Yea! all the world is split apart, as an old grey tree by the lightning!

49. Come, O ye gods, and let us feast.

50. Thou, O my darling, O my ceaseless Sparrow-God, my delight, my desire, my deceiver, come Thou and chirp at my right hand!

51. This was the tale of the memory of Al A’in the priest; yea, of Al A’in the priest

(Years favorite is with bold as always) and I can’t even explain this days choice haha

#thelema #thelemic holy season #holy days #liber liberi #liber resh vel Helios #argentum astrum #silver star

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 14

Warnings: threats of violence, Astarion being himself

Summary: Yet another player enters the stage.

Notes: I'm away from my computer for 3 days, and I forget how to do words. XD I hope you guys enjoy this, I'm not completely sure that I like it but I want it out. <3

Read on Ao3 here!

Previous chapter | First chapter

“The mouse smiled brightly; it outfoxed the cat! Then down came the claw, and that, love, was that.” The man before them, who’d appeared out of nowhere almost as soon as they beheld the statue of Selûne in the Underdark, chuckles. “They do know how to write them in Cormyr.” 

If Sable had been in cat form, her hackles would be raised. There’s something about this man that’s…off. He looks middle aged for a human, his thick brown hair almost slicked back, his lips curled in a smug smile. 

She hates him immediately. 

“But then again, I suppose I don’t have to talk to you about cats, do I?” 

“...who are you?” she asks, her voice flat. 

At her side, Astarion stares the man down. He can all but feel her tension, and it’s putting him on edge. She’s not like this with anyone.

The man bows and spreads his hands grandly. “Well met. I am Raphael, very much at your service.” 

“I don’t need or want any of your services,” she all but spits. 

His smirk is amused, patronizing. She feels Astarion’s hand on the nape of her neck, giving a gentle, if pointed squeeze. “Easy, darling,” he whispers, so under his breath that even Sable barely hears him. 

“Yes, listen to your lover,” Raphael says, overhearing anyway. “Your words are at odds with your…situation, my dear. But this isn’t the place for such talk. Too middle of nowhere.” He raises his hand. 

“No-!” 

But it’s too late. A bright burst of light momentarily blinds the group, and when they can see again, they’re somewhere else. The dirty stone floor of the dilapidated chapel has been replaced with gorgeously arranged tiles that reflect the light from the huge fireplace at the mystery man’s back. Behind the group, an enormous table is laden with a decadent feast that, despite her anger and fear, has her mouth watering and her stomach rumbling. 

“Nice decor,” Astarion says, looking around. “I can’t call it garish, even if it’s a bit much.” His eyes alight on the giant portrait hanging above the mantelpiece, and his eyebrow raises at seeing the winged devil who looks suspiciously like the man before us. “Oh.” The vampire’s nose wrinkles. “Well, never mind.” 

“Shit,” Karlach hisses, somewhere behind Sable in the group. “He’s brought us to the hells!” 

“What?!” Gale’s head whips to look at the tiefling. “Are you sure?” 

“Oh yeah. I’d know the stink of Avernus anywhere,” she replies, and wraps one hand around her greataxe. “Plus that, my heart’s cooled down a bit.” 

“Ah, but this place is much less…threatening, we’ll say, than the Avernus you’re used to,” Raphael says. He spreads his hands grandly once more. “The House of Hope. Where the tired come to rest, and the famished come to feast–lavishly.” He gives him an encouraging smile as he motions towards the banquet behind them. “Go on. Partake. Enjoy your supper…it could be your last, after all.” 

“Don’t take anything a devil offers,” Wyll says, not taking his eye off the man. “The fine print is not often worth the meal.” 

“So says the man who didn’t hesitate to fill his own plate,” is the pointed reply. 

“Chk, this farce is just wasting time,” Lae’zel snarls. “What is the point of all this?” 

Raphael sighs. “Always taking the fun out of things, you are. Very well.” A burst of fire suddenly surrounds the man, and when it disappears with a flash of heat that ruffles Sable’s hair, a devil stands before them. Huge, almost regal looking wings stretch from his back, his skin is crimson, his eyes two rings of fire in a black void. A pair of thick double horns now protrude from his skull. “What’s better than a devil you don’t know?” he all but purrs towards the tense leader of the rag-tag troupe. “A devil you do.” 

Sable hears Wyll and Karlach both snort loudly at that statement. 

Raphael, though, ignores them. “Am I a friend?” he asks thoughtfully, and inclines his head. “Potentially. An adversary? Conceivably. But a savior…that’s for certain.” 

“Ha! And I thought I was dramatic,” Astarion stage whispers to Sable, whose lips twitch despite her ire.  

“Little vampling, you know exactly the value of good introductions,” the devil retorts.

“This isn’t doing you any favors,” Sable says, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “I don’t want anything you could possibly offer.”

“Even if I could get rid of those little intruders you all carry?” 

Don’t listen to him, a voice intrudes into her mind. The dream visitor. I’ve already explained to you that they cannot be removed magically. He’s trying to trick you.

Sable rubs her temples, feeling the beginnings of a deep headache coming on. “You have my answer,” she finally snarls, and her eyes begin to faintly glow the vibrant green of her natural magic. Halsin, sensing it rising, gives her a sharp look. “Take us back. Now.” 

“Ohhh, temper temper! Looks like the kitten does have claws after all.” 

“YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT!” she roars in an absolute fury, and her body explodes into fur and teeth, a long tail and razor sharp claws. Astarion stumbles back in shock as, rather than the small kitten he’s used to, a massive tiger now stands there, crouched and ready to pounce. 

Her group explodes into action. Lae’zel and Karlach both draw their weapons. Shadowheart’s fingertips start to glow as she prepares a spell, as do Gale’s eyes. Wyll does both, rapier held point out towards the devil while his good eye starts to glow a sickly green. 

Halsin, though, leaps forward and wraps his massive arms around the tiger’s shoulders. “Calm down, Sable,” he rumbles urgently into his friend’s ear. “It isn’t the time or place for this.” 

“Halsin’s right,” Astarion says, recovering quickly and kneeling next to her, a hand on her back. “Normally I’d be all for gutting him where he stands, but this isn’t a fight we should pick right now!” 

To everyone’s surprise, though, Raphael holds up his hands. “It seems that I’ve offended. Truly, that wasn’t my intent with this particular visit. My apologies. I’ve no wish to fight you…but I will defend myself, if you attack first.” 

The group waits for Sable, used to following her lead by now. Slowly, after a long, breathless moment, her form ripples, and Halsin is left holding a shaking woman. Astarion smiles very faintly. “That’s my lover.” 

The rest of the group lower their weapons, and the tension is taken down a notch. “Wonderful. Now, on to business, and since you so dislike my normal…theatrics, I’ll get right to the point. I can get rid of those tadpoles for you.” 

“Just out of the goodness of your heart?” Astarion says incredulously. “Please, there’s always a price with you devils.”

“A price, yes,” Raphael agrees. “But how much is a soul worth, really?” 

“More than we’re willing to pay,” Wyll says, his voice like steel. 

The devil looks around at the group, at their determined gazes and tense shoulders, and he smiles. “Well, well. This group of rag-tag people…you haven’t known each other for very long at all, and yet you’re all acting nearly as one. And if I had to guess…” His gaze falls to Sable. “It’s because of you. Very well then. Go on. Shop around! Beg, borrow, steal. Exhaust every possibility until none are left.” 

His gaze sweeps along them all. “And when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair–that’s when you’ll come crawling back.” He pauses, then smiles wryly. “Or perhaps by then, you’ll be floating. Who knows?” 

He snaps his fingers, and in the blink of an eye they’re back, standing before the glowing statue of Selûne in the Underdark. 

“What the FUCK?!” Karlach snarls, and stalks off to start ripping a nearby crate apart. 

“Well,” Gale says, brushing off his robe. “That was certainly a novel experience.” 

Sable pulls out of Halsin’s arms and sits down on a nearby bench, shuddering hard and closing her eyes. Astarion sits next to her, taking her hand softly between his. “Are you all right, my sweet?” he murmurs gently. 

“Yes…no…” She laughs, though there’s not much humor to it. “I don’t know, honestly.” 

“Well, I can’t blame you for that,” the vampire says, sighing, as Halsin comes and sits down on her other side. “You surprised me back there, Sable. I’ve never seen you angry like that before.” 

“I haven’t really had reason yet,” she mumbles, bracing her elbows on her knees and pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes, listening to the sounds of the others talking, of Karlach throwing pieces of destroyed crate around. “I hate the fact that so many are using these tadpoles as an opportunity to…to…” 

“Fuck us over in the long run?” Astarion provides. 

“Exactly!” 

Halsin sighs on her other side. “The ambitious take every opportunity. Even the cruelest.” 

“Especially the cruelest,” Sable says sadly, letting her hands flop back to her lap. “I’m just so…tired of it.” 

It’s quiet a moment. Then Astarion sighs and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently to him, letting her lay her head on his shoulder. “My precious kitten…” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Were it anyone else, I would tell them to grow a spine, thicken their skin, because the world isn’t going to treat them nicely just because you want it to. But I…” His voice drops to a whisper, for her ears only. “I don’t want you to ever change. You’re perfect, just as you are.” His arm tightens. “But I am proud of you.” 

She looks up at him in surprise. “You are? For what?” 

He smiles, brushing a tender touch along her jaw. “You were ready to rip that devil’s face off,” he says happily. “You stood up for yourself, and for a bit of a selfish reason. It was beautiful!” His smile turns faintly smug. “I knew you liked me calling you kitten.” 

Halsin starts laughing on Sable’s other side as the younger druid turns crimson and hides her face in her hands. “You are going to be absolutely insufferable about this, aren’t you?” she all but whines. 

“Oh, absolutely,” is the unrepentant reply. “But honestly, you wouldn’t have me any other way, would you?” 

She glowers at him, but only for a moment, because she can feel her heart melting. She finally sighs, smiles, and presses her forehead gently to his neck. “I really wouldn’t.”

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #my writing

[mistmarauder]

I know we’re all waiting for @tsoanatural to come back from the war and grace us with more 9-1-1 fic books, but until then, here’s one I put together if any of you are interested!

It’s “Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint)” by the incredible @extasiswings​.

Summary: “Sounds like the problem is you think casual sex with a stranger or finding someone new to date are your only options.”

Eddie’s brow furrows. “Aren’t they?”

“I mean, there’s always…someone you already know. Who you’re already comfortable with.”

“Because my pool of male friends who are single and who would be interested in having sex with me has so many options?”

“Well, I don’t know about many, but you only need one,” Buck points out.

“And who would that be?”

“Me, of course.”

[Or: Frank gives Eddie therapy homework, Eddie misunderstands the assignment, and Buck is just a really supportive friend...right?]

Yes, I expanded the podfic cover for this. Let me live. 😂

It’s 5.5 x 8.5 in. and 181 pages.

Obviously, no revenue is being made from this. Proof below the cut!

Send me a DM if you’re interested in the link to purchase! 😘

Happy Thursday!

#buddie #911 #stuck on fast forward (throw away the blueprint) #extasiswings #chapel my darling! <3 #fic book

[harrysfolklore]

my favorite fics: holiday edition

merry christmas to everyone ! here’s a list of my favorite holiday themed blurbs by amazing writers ! i hope you like it <3

ask me anything | masterlist | my patreon

baby it’s cold outside by @havethetimeofyourstyles

new year by @svnflowervol666

no regrets by @watchmegetobsessed

i gave you my heart by @suchalonelysunflower

christmas at the styles house by @harrysgoldenline

mistletoe by @eveningepiphany

lonely this christmas by @enthusiasticharry

i’ll be home for christmas by @tokyoharry

winter flakes by @oghoneytryst

that’s my apron by @glitteredrry

christmas baby by @peterspeachy

sweater weather by @tpwkwriter

happy holidays by @finelinevogue

the perfect tree by @storiesforallfandoms

milk and cookies by @fiftyshadesof-h

merry christmas, darling by @cakestan

it’s not christmas till you come home by @tobesolonely

christmas in holmes chapel by @nationalharryleague

baking made easy by @harrysgloves

christmas dance by @astranva

traditions by @herewithmeharry

donating time by @halfmoonkid

underneath the tree by @all-things-fic

reconnect by @soysauceharry

read receipts by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup

invisible string by @satanhalsey

a new pair of skates by @hunflowers

be quiet by @harryhoney-bee

spending new year’s eve with harry by @tinydestinybear

tis the damn season by @harrystylescherry

better this year by @shroomiebloomm

christmas at mum’s by @finerllines

baby please come home by @pancakes4two 

this christmas by @leveller-75

matilda by @goldenbuckyyy

so good by @foolforharrry

a midnight kiss by @gucciwins

angel by @shroombloomm

happy new year by @avatar-anna

new years, new family by @chaoticloving

my holiday blurbs

holidays with harry

putting the christmas tree with harry

singer!yn and harry release a christmas song

tree picking with harry

christmas in paris

christmas with the styles

new years

first christmas as husband and wife

#harry styles fake instagram #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles christmas #harrysfolklore

[transfem-goddess-temple]

The pinned post says that people who identify as men are welcome, but that they shouldn't 'be weird to you', and I am curious what forms of engagement with the blog would be considered 'being weird to you' and which would not? For full context, I think the blog is neat and that it might be fun to send a smutty ask, but I consider myself a man, and I do not wish to cross boundaries. I'm also aegosexual (asexual but I think the concept of sex in fiction is neat), so it'd definitely be 100% a roleplay thing on all fronts if I did send an ask, but I understand if that would still be off-putting.

I hope your day has been pleasant! - A silly little guyTM

Hey! That’s a great question, I should probably outline that more in my intro. I guess it comes down to three things:

1. I’ve seen a lot of places (blogs, discords, etc.) where men (typically cis men) come in and try to sort of ‘take over’ for the woman who’s in charge. In this case, that would mean something like sending me asks that objectify me, paint me as a lower status than them, and try to institute themselves as the ‘God’ to my Goddess. While Doms are welcome, and I certainly enjoy being dominated occasionally, this is going too far and undermines my role as the creator and moderator of this space.

2. Sort of as an offshoot of part one, I don’t want any toxic masculinity in this area for ANYONE. I don’t deserve to be bombarded with a bunch of guys trying to get with me because they’re ‘alpha’ or whatever, and neither does the rest of my community who came here feeling safe with expressing their sexuality. Toxic masculinity, including patriarchal views, incel behavior, misogyny, and self righteousness, are rooted in the putting down of others, which we do not allow in my temple (unless that gets people off in a sexual scenario). HOWEVER: THIS DOES NOT MEAN THAT MEN IN THIS BLOG CANNOT DOM. Men are free to dom those who are attracted to men in my chapel as long as everyone consents and the man is not acting like Andrew Tate.

3. It’s just an attraction thing. I’m into every gender identity to some level, but cis men are the lowest on the list for a few reasons, including the fact that I’m not the biggest fan of men with penises and the fact that I feel more comfortable expressing myself sexually around women and other trans people. This makes it harder for me to find sexual interest in cis men. Because of this, I put that stipulation in my intro to make clear my sexual preference and to make it so men aren’t popping up in my asks trying to tell me how they are going to dick me down.

Overall: the statement in the pinned post acts mostly as a ward for patriarchy guys so that they see I am not going to let them in. I understand that patriarchy stuff is a kink for some, and when it is used in that context it’s fine and consensual! However, I am trying to ward off people who view it less as a kink and more as real life. With that little warning, they kinda sneer and turn away because they know I’m not interested in their bullshit (or they get into my asks and call me stupid for not liking guys and I just delete it)

Men like you are dope. You’re asking for consent, clarification, and are making it clear that you respect me and the space that I am in. Feel free to send your ask, darling.

[breadedsinner]

Find the Words

Tgged by @seraandthebees

Ok for once I am actually going to tag others this time: @clericofshadows, @persephoneggsy, @ziskandra, @gardensystemtv, @mxanigel

Here are your words, if you so choose:

Dark, fluffy, embrace, slow

Word 1 - Breathe

Sebastian winced; he had mentioned ‘almosts’ to her, but it was months ago, before she became Champion, and that conversation had ended poorly. “What brought this on?”

“I’m only curious. This is within in terms of our arrangement, is it not? I will share one such experience of my own, in fair turn.”

He smiled and folded his hands under his chin. “We did indeed have a deal… a few months before I was sent to the Chantry, I was already certain it would happen. My parents were waiting for me to breathe improperly, so I thought I would have one last bit of fun.

“There was this miserable older chevalier, Rodolphe. He had a squire, whom he made equally miserable. I had my eye on him for a while, but when I saw him practicing archery in the field, and knowing my time was at hand, I finally decided to pursue him.”

*

Word 2 - Night

It was a mercy, perhaps. Sebastian remembered that night very well.

He remembered the cold and the hurt in her face when he tried to stop her from going in that warehouse.

He remembered the limbs scattered about the floor.

He remembered the reveal that Gaspard had no sister, there was never a sister. Only a student, trying to reunite with his lost mentor. Only a string of false sympathy, to lure Hawke and her kind heart in.

He remembered the stretching smile that Quinton had, ever-plastered on his narrow face. The way he smiled and spoke of love, as if he knew what it was.

And he remembered how Hawke did not simply kill them, but slaughtered them. He, Fenris, and Anders were there, they may have disposed of a few of his practice creations, but Hawke did not need them there.

She had stepped on Gaspard’s skull like a rotted melon. She shook and punched Quinton long after he had died, until he was no longer a body, but a pulpy lump of meat. Had she not given way to tears; she surely would have turned him to dust.

It was a mercy, a grace, that he should remember that evening instead of her. He would hold it in his mind, so she would not have to.

*

Word 3 - Close

“I’m sorry, darling” said the spirit. “The Inquisitor sealed up her own exit. But her presence still lingers… I can reach out to her, as far as I can, and get you close to where she is. You’ll be alone, but just for a while.”

*

Word 4 - Doubt

She wandered into a field. She turned, and stalks of wheat surrounded her, unable to find whatever road she must have crossed to get to this spot. The bristles wafted gently in a mild, summer breeze. She breathed deeply, and inhaled the musty scent of wood. Bits of forest peaked out from the distance, just beyond the horizon, following the King's Highway. That must be it, that's how she got here. That's the only way anyone gets here. To Lothering. Not that anyone would want to leave.

She kept walking through the field, the bristles lightly brushing against her arms, as if welcoming here back.

Pink clouds floated along a purple sky. The chapel bell clanged. A few pillars of smoke emerged from some of the houses. No doubt people were returning home after another fruitful day, going to be with their families.

“I thought I was strong enough to get through this…. But I’m not.”

#Writing Tag #Writing Meme #Tether Fic

[countessofravenclaw]

62 for the drabbles <3

"Having a picnic was a great idea!"

"This place is so beautiful!" Luna was hopping like a bunny on Matteo's arm as they were walking back from a park were they had had a picnic with Nina and Gastón.

They had arrived in Italy from France four days ago, and after a couple of days in Rome, Ambar and Simon had gone to visit some Italian friend Ambar had made at law school who lived in Sardinia, so Matteo had decided to take Luna, Gastón and Nina to his mother's home town, Pietrapertosa which was located in Basilicata.

Having a picnic for the lunch had been a great idea because it really made them walk around the whole town. Now they were walking towards his Nonna's house since they were having dinner with her.

Matteo felt a bit guilty that he hadn't been here in years, but life had come in the way. He still talked with his Nonna often, but actually hadn't seen her in a while.

"This church is really beautiful," they were walking past a small chapel that was surrounded by graveyards. Matteo had not even noticed until Nina pointed it out. They stopped and he looked up.

Oh... they were here... He hadn't even thought about it, but of course, there had always been a chance that they would end up in this place accidentally.

"Matteo, are you alright?" Luna asked him, and he got shooked back into reality.

"Yeah, I am."

"Matteo... is this the..." Gastón started asking

"Yes, it is," Matteo answered quickly, looking at the graveyard, "You know what? I should show you." He walked up and opened the gate to the graveyard. "Come on."

The three others followed Matteo who led the through the yard until they were in front of a big white tombstone.

It read: Francesco Mattia Astrella 1938-2001

And under it: Lucia Florencia Balsano (Astrella) 1969 - 2009

"Matteo," Luna asked with a small voice, "Your Mother's grave`? It is here?"

"Yes. She wanted to be buried here," Mateo said looking down at the grave, "I don't come here enough, even Dad comes once a year. But I guess it is the time for her to meet you." He looked at Luna.

Luna tuned around and walked toward a blossoming apple tree that was a couple of meters away from them. She picked a flower from the tree and placed it on the grave.

***

"Matteo! Mi sei mancata tanto tesoro! Mio caro nipote! " a short elderly woman had run up to Matteo and hugged her tightly as soon as they had entered a small garden that surrounded Matteo's grandmother's house. Luna had literally jumped out of the way.

"Nonna, è passato troppo tempo! Anche tu mi sei mancato. Hai un aspetto incredibile!"

After a really long hug Matteo was let go off and he turned towards Luna and the others. "Nonna, I hope you remember that I wasn't coming alone. They don't speak any Italian." Mateo said switching back to Spanish.

"Don't you worry about darlings!" Matteo's grandmother said with, heavily accented, but otherwise correct Spanish. "Call me Viviana. It has been a while since I have been able to show off my Spanish skills."

"So, this is my best friend Gatón and his fiancee Nina," Matteo introduced Nina and Gastón first and Luna felt suddenly nerves rising in her. This was the first time she met anyone from Matteo's family outside of Alexander, Sofia and Flor. "And this is my girlfriend Luna."

"...Hi," Luna said awkwardly and was offering her hand for a handshake but Viviana pulled her in a crushing hug. "Matteo, lei è una bella fregatura. Dove sei riuscito a trovare questa ragazza carina?"

"How long have you been together?" After Viviana had released her, Luna realized that the next question had been directed at her.

"Five years."

"And no ring yet? Matteo è meglio che ti sbrighi!"

Luna laughed awkwardly and she saw Matteo throw Gastón a panicked look briefly.

"Okay, Nonna, everything in due time," Matteo responded quickly.

*

"Do you live alone?" Luna asked Viviana as they were all sitting around the table.

"No," Vivian laughed, "this is a small town. My husband is gone, but I have sisters, cousins and people who are not related to me, so I am never alone. Also, I might be an old lady, but I still know how to use these modern gadgets."

"How is Flor?" Viviana turned towards Matteo, "I haven't been able tp reach her in a while."

"Actually, Gastón and Nina know that better than me," Matteo responded, "They actually were at Oxford same time as her. Flor's boyfriend was Gastón's roommate."

"Oh, I see. You have really educated friends then"

There. We got some expanded lore on Matteo mother's side of the family. Plus I really manipulate these prompts into what I actually wanna write, instead of writing based on the prompt

#Soy Luna #soy luna fanfiction #Lutteo #Gastina #Gastteo #Matteo Balsano

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (11-17 Sep 2022)

[that's the mood, besties]

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 Thin Blue Flame (Roll On #3) (jaxington) - 174K - Bucky's POV and the continuation & resolution of their story - I cannot stress how incredible this series is.

😍 ���‍ All Life is Yours to Miss (Saras_Girl) - Drarry, 114K - Draco-centric, very slow burn - featuring Stanley the wedgewood-patterned mint beetle whom I love very much

😍 Slippery Creatures (The Will Darling Adventures #1) (KJ Charles, author; Cornell Collins, narrator) - Will "that's my emotional support trench knife" Darling meets Kim "slippery bin fox" Secretan, there's a secret criminal society and shenanigans

😍 A Certain Type (ann_anotherthing) - Steddie, 54K - fabulous canon-divergent AU with a 25 year time jump and a 2nd chance romance - shedloads of angsty angst with a happy ending, incredible illustrations

🥰 Sailor's Delight (Rose Lerner) - RL is one of my fave historical romance writers: low angst, delightful, incredibly well researched with "lovingly crafted artisanal dick jokes".

💖💖 +253K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

say the word (& I'll be your renaissance man) (liadan14) - The Old Guard: Kaysanova, 19K - excellent modern no-powers AU with instagram fitness model Joe and baker Nicky

Are You Aware, Wolf? (leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)) - MCU: Stucky, 12K - anything by leveragehunters is incredible and that includes this charming story about bibliophilic newbie werewolf!bucky & vamp!steve

your body is an anchor (Ark) - The Sandman: Dreamling, 6K - this is 100% my gateway story for this ship

Carnations and Lighthouses (BerityBaker) - OFMD: BlackBonnet, 26K - modern florist/tattooist AU - I love how everyone writing these unanimously decided to make stede the tattooist and ed the florist

blooming through the cracks (dreamtiwasanarchitect) - The Old Guard: Kaysanova, 28K - another excellent modern no-powers AU with some very realistic chronic pain/chronic illness stuff

[podfic] Sunday Afternoon (ishouldbesleepingrightnow, author; thatsmysecret, narrator) - MCU: Stucky, >1K - great podfic of a very short and sweet but absolutely filthy little ficlet

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Harley Quinn - s3, e10 - I'm so relieved and delighted that there's going to be a season 4, because my girl, she is GROWING

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Tokyo Rose

99% Invisible #506 - Monumental Diplomacy

Shedunnit Book Club - The Elusive Agatha Christie

Ologies with Alie Ward - Oreamnology (MOUNTAIN GOATS ARE NOT GOATS) with Julie Cunningham

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Elmina Castle

You're Dead To Me - Medieval Animals

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Fairhaven Historic Markers

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Growing the Atlas

It's Been a Minute - The game has changed for D&D and 'A League of Their Own'

Vibe Check - That’s Some Harry Potter Sh!t

99% Invisible #507 - Search and Ye Might Find

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Chapel Creek Ranch

Switched on Pop - Invasion of the Vibe Snatchers

Into It: A Vulture Podcast with Sam Sanders - Finding Your 'Inner White Girl' in 'A Strange Loop' (Plus: We Discuss 'Don't Worry Darling' Drama)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Grittiness and Romanticism in New York and Paris

Into It: A Vulture Podcast with Sam Sanders - Black Hobbits and the Whiteness of Fantasy (Plus: What Are Abbi Jacobson and Chanté Adams Into?)

You're Dead To Me - The History of Timekeeping

Ologies with Alie Ward - Geology (ROCKS) with Schmitty Thompson

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - MicroHertz #6: Unsolved Sonic Mysteries

Richmond Til We Die: A Ted Lasso Podcast - The Hidden Cost of Blazing Your Own Trail (with USWNT legend Briana Scurry)

One Year - 1986: Herschel vs. the Blubber Busters

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Gocta Waterfalls

It's Been a Minute - Who needs the monarchy? Plus, why gray floors and barn doors are everywhere

You're Dead To Me - Ibn Battuta

You're Dead To Me - The History of Fandom, 1700-1900

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chill Mix 1

Shaun Cassidy

"Beach Baby" [First Class] radio

R&B Radio • Workout station

"Heartbeat It's A Love Beat (feat. Tony DeFranco)" [The DeFranco Family] radio

DISCO [Kylie Minogue]

Presenting Kylie Minogue

Presenting Sugababes

Presenting Spice Girls

'90s One-Hit Wonders

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #roll on series #fanfic ftw #the will darling adventures #harley quinn #vibe check podcast #you're dead to me podcast #99% invisible podcast #20k hz podcast #into it podcast #switched on pop podcast #the atlas obscura podcast podcast #ologies podcast #it's been a minute podcast #shedunnit podcast #richmond til we die podcast #one year podcast #shaun cassidy #kylie minogue #'70s pop #sugababes #spice girls #'90s music #fan artists are a *gift*

[mariacallous]

September 13th 1940

My darling Mama,

I hardly know how to begin to tell you of the horrible attack on Buckingham Palace this morning.

Bertie and I arrived there at about ¼ to 11, and he and I went up to our poor windowless rooms to collect a few odds and ends – I must tell you that there was a "Red" warning on, and I went into the little room opposite B's room, to see if he was coming down to the shelter – he asked me to take an eyelash out of his eye, and while I was battling with this task, Alec came into the room with a batch of papers in his hand.

At that moment we heard the unmistakable whirr-whirr of a German plane. We said 'ah a German', and before anything else could be said, there was the noise of aircraft diving at great speed, and then the scream of a bomb.

It all happened so quickly, that we had only time to look foolishly at each other, when the scream hurtled past us, and exploded with a tremendous crash in the quadrangle.

I saw a great column of smoke and earth thrown up into the air, and then we all ducked like lightening into the corridor.

There was another tremendous explosion, and we and our 2 pages who were outside the door, remained for a moment or two in the corridor away from the staircase, in case of flying glass.

It is curious how one's instinct works at these moments of great danger, as quite without thinking, the urge was to get away from the windows.

Everybody remained wonderfully calm, and we went down to the shelter – I went along to see if the housemaids were all right, and found them busy in their various shelters – then came a cry for "bandages", and the first aid party, who had been training for over a year, rose magnificently to the occasion, and treated the 3 poor casualties calmly and correctly.

They, poor men, were working below the Chapel, and how they survived I don't know – their whole workshop was a shambles, for the bomb had gone bang through the floor above them.

My knees trembled a little bit for a minute or two after the explosions! But we both feel quite well today, tho' just a bit tired.

I was so pleased with the behaviour of our servants. They were really magnificent. I went along to the kitchen which, as you will remember has a glass roof.

I found the chef bustling about, and when I asked him if he was all right, he replied cheerfully that there had been un petit quelque chose dans le coin, un petit bruit, with a broad smile – the petit quelque chose was the bomb on the chapel just next door!

He was perfectly unmoved, and took the opportunity to tell me of his unshakeable conviction that France will rise again!

We lunched down in our shelter, and luckily at about 1.30 the all-clear sounded, so we were able to set out on our tour of East and West Ham – the damage there is ghastly.

I really felt as if I was walking in a dead city, when we walked down a little empty street.

All the houses evacuated, and yet through the broken windows one saw all the poor little possessions, photographs, beds, just as they were left.

At the end of the street is a school which was hit, and collapsed on the top of 500 people waiting to be evacuated – about 20 are still under the ruins.

It does affect me seeing this terrible and senseless destruction – I think that really I mind it much more than being bombed myself.

The people are marvellous, and full of fight. One could not imagine that life could become so terrible. We must win in the end.

Darling Mama, I do hope that you will let me come and stay a day or two later – it is so sad being parted, as this War has parted families.

With my love, and prayers for your safety, ever darling Mama, your loving daughter-in-law

Elizabeth

P.S. Dear old B.P. is still standing and that is the main thing

The letter Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother wrote to her mother-in-law Queen Mary about the bombing of Buckingham Palace during the Blitz in World War II

[nimbasa-hideaways]

Absolutely positive

[ooc: i got two outstandingly affirmative responses. just in case people don't want to know (bc they want to see it for themselves) i will put a dropdown.]

[Super Paper Mario is, in my opinion, one of the best Mario games to date. It tells the story of Count Bleck, formerly known as Blumiere, and his lost love Timpani.]

[The easiest place to start telling the tale is from the beginning, and so, I shall.]

[Timpani and Blumiere were born of rival tribes. Timpani was a member of the tribe of Ancients, or... magical humans, I guess. Blumiere was a member of the tribe of Darkness. Blumiere stumbled and fell off of a cliff one day, landing next to the bewildered Timpani. He was very seriously injured.]

[The two tribes were not allowed to talk to each other, yet Timpani insisted on healing Blumiere. At first, he tried to protest- very firm in his ways as a member of his tribe. But soon, he gave in and let the kind and pure woman tend to his wounds. It didn't take long for their romance to bloom.]

[The two toyed with the idea of marriage- a subject just as, if not more taboo than their relationship as a whole. Blumiere's father was the leader of the Tribe of Darkness, and he hated the Tribe of Ancients with a burning passion- he forbade their marriage, just as expected. But the two young lovers did not let that stop them.]

[They planned to run away, marry in secret- somewhere that those customs could never find them again. But Blumiere's father found out, and punished the two. He put a curse upon Timpani, dooming her to wander dimensions forever- and thus separating the lovers.]

[His mistake was his wording when he told Blumiere. The way he had spoken made it sound like Timpani had been executed instead, and Blumiere was furious. He took the Dark Prognosticus, a dangerous and evil book, and destroyed not just his father, but the entire Tribe of Darkness. And thus, Count Bleck took Blumiere's place in the world, swearing to destroy all worlds if he couldn't have his darling Timpani.]

[At some point in Timpani's wandering, she met Merlon after being sent by the curse into Flipside. Merlon saw how weak the woman was, and turned her into the Pixl known as Tippi.]

[After an undetermined amount of time, we get to the game's events.]

[Count Bleck kidnaps Princess Peach, Luigi and Bowser. By forcing Peach and Bowser to marry, he kicks off the end of worlds- he creates the Chaos Heart, and the void that slowly starts to consume all worlds. Mario is taken to Flipside with Tippi, and tasked with saving all worlds by collecting the only things that can counter the Chaos Heart- the eight Pure Hearts.]

[Plotwise, Tippi doesn't have much relevance until chapter 3- when an absolutely repulsing lizard steals her and the player must save her. It is then that she finally starts to be comfortable around Mario and co, even beginning to be more expressive.]

[Eventually, Tippi and the Count slowly realise who the other is. Tippi becomes sick at some point, and begins to talk about Blumiere after she heals without realising it- Dimentio hears this and tells the Count, leading to the conversation where they realise they're the ones the other needs.]

[During the final chapter, after the villain is defeated, Tippi becomes desperate. She doesn't want to lose her darling Blumiere again, but there seems to be no other way to stop the void but to sacrifice him. Blumiere gets an idea.]

[He takes the others to the chapel where he tricked Bowser and Peach. He asks Tippi a simple question.]

["Timpani, do you still..."]

[It's as though he pauses a moment, hesitates. Like he fears what she might say.]

["Do you still love me?"]

[To his happiness, she responds affirmatively. He expresses sadness that his solution may cause her game to end as well- their way of referring to death- but she doesn't care. The two take their places at the altar, and remind each other of just how much they love each other. Tippi speaks up, and turns his question back to him.]

["Blumiere... do you still love me, as well?"]

[And his response, I like to imagine, is soft and gentle. As if any other response were the incorrect one.]

["Of course... I have thought about you every moment since you disappeared..."]

[The Count expresses remorse at the pain he has caused Tippi to bear, but she doesn't mind it. With one last I Love You, the Pure Hearts surround the Chaos Heart.]

[To the tolling of the wedding bells, Timpani and Blumiere move on to a place they promised they'd be after so long.]

[To the tolling of the wedding bells, the Chaos Heart is destroyed, and the void ceases to be. The worlds are saved, and those already lost are restored.]

[Timpani and Blumiere are never seen again, forever happy together at last.]

#from the nimbasa subway control room #i'm so sorry i rambled omg #just. comfort game. I Am Timpani yknow?

[dybdahlsvisitportugalspainfrance]

Evora - Day 2

September 7, 2023

Ok - Ms. Pollyanna Sunshine is going to complain. I have slept on softer boards that our mattress in the "cell" last night. I awoke every 30 minutes or so in pain or with this arm asleep or that hip asleep and I kept thinking "I'm in hell in a cell." Finally at 3:30 I gave it up. And the irritating thing is that I have at home this tiny little air mattress that I slept on every night I was in South Korea and Japan in June and July. It NEVER crossed my mind that i might need it here. To make things worse - other people were just raving about how well they slept. So, I accept that I must be related to the Princess in the Princess and the Pea story and I took a nap today lying on 4 pillows. I going to get some for tonight - and all will be well.

Back to my sunshiny self...

This pousada is really beautiful (minus our mattress).

They even have a pool - which I guessing was an add-on since Monks roamed the halls.

Truly the place is gorgeous!!

We had the nicest day today. We bought a lotto ticket and have our fingers crossed. We also got to peek into a cathedral because a funeral had finished and a layman invited us in. AMAZING!

We also saw the "tank" that held and distributed the water from the aqueduct system.

We meandered around the town this morning and visited the Chapel of the Bones. The monks that created this did NOT live in the place we are staying - but I'm saying they had too much time on their hands. Weren't the manuscripts to copy, poor to feed, chants to chant? But nope - let's dig up all the graves and do an art project. OMG!!

Lest you are not sure what you are seeing - let me make it clear. Those are skulls, femurs and lots of other human bones. Do you need more pics?

Most disturbing is the sign over the door:

"Our bones wait for your bones."

After that - we went to the Portuguese Cooking School late morning where we prepared our lunch meal. On the way we saw the Aqueduct. Very cool!!

At the "school" Alan is taking on this job with both hands (below).

Joyce is pouring the port. - USE IT ALL, JOYCE!!!

We had so much fun! Lunch was fabulous - must have been the cooks!!

The afternoon was ours to do as we wish - and I wished to take a nap on this....

FIVE PILLOWS for the little Princess. I slep SOFT for about 30 minutes and I was ready to go with Carolina to the University in Evora to talk to a student. I LOVED IT!! Ellen - (Elaina?) is a 3rd year student studying economics. She is wearing her required dress . She was simply darling and she explained how the third year student serve as mentors to the freshman. She talked about the kinds of classes, duration, goals and fees. The fees here are about $900/semester - while in the US a public university is about $9,000!

The University of Evora is very large with colleges everywhere around the city. The photos above are all from the College of Economics. I truly enjoyed the opportunity to talk to this young women.

We opted to skip dinner and head to a lovely little spot here in the pousada with some wine and nuts with friends.

A lovely evening....

Last but not least - Mark and I are very excited to welcome into the world Mauve Marie Tuzzalino, beautiful granddaughter of dear friends Kevin and Joan Galvin and daughter of Meghan and Phil Tuzzalino. We are so happy for this family!! XOXXOX. Here is to you darling Mauve!

What a wonderful trip!!!

Stay tuned.