#my mam calls me Mike

[anon-sect]

PART ONE

Collab with @jkob85

Mike was in a pickle. He had placed bets on his fantasy football score card that didn't go well. To make matters worse, he had bet a substantial amount of money on his score card. It was so much that it would take some time to pay it all in full. He saw his phone ring. The caller ID read the name of the guy he lost to. He decided not to answer the phone, especially since he couldn't pay the man his money. Unfortunately, this particular mam was not known to be the nicest of guys. He had a reputation of being known as a total jerk, but if he ignored him, maybe he might forget about the bet.

After a full couple of days of ignoring his calls, Mike had a visitor at his apartment door. He opened it, to see Drake standing there. "I had to show up in person since you don't answer phone calls or texts." He said to Mike as he pushed his way into Mike's apartment.

"I don't have the money to pay off the bet, Drake." Mike followed behind him into his own apartment. He knew that Drake was a jerk, but to force his own way into his place was a bit much. "I will let you know when I have it. So you can leave now." He demanded. He watched as Drake went to sit on his couch and put his feet on his table like he owned the place.

"I don't really care for excuses. I just want my money, okay. And now, not years from now." Drake folded his arms while looking at Mike. He was here just for that, and nothing else. "Like I said, you get it when I have it. Otherwise, get out of my place." Drake saw Mike demand. Mike then thought of a solution that could benefit him and Mike. "Okay, I will waive you bet and leave on one condition." He told him.

Mike was curious about what this new condition could be. If he could get out of paying the bet and get the jerk out of his apartment, he had to know what it was. "What are your terms then?" He asked. Mike saw a sadistic grin on Drake's face. "Place a bet on this coming weekend game. The collateral you put down on the bet is yourself instead of money since you can't pay off the previous bet. If the team you pick wins, you are off the hook and owe me nothing. But if that team loses, I own you. Your choice, or pay me my current bet you owe." He didn't like the other option as much as he didn't like the first one. But he also knew how crazy Drake could get when you owe him. He nodded to the new option. Since both knew who were playing this coming weekend, he picked a team for the win. Seeing that Drake was satisfied, he saw him go back to his front door. "I will collect next time if you lose again." Drake told him and walked out. Mike really hoped the team he chose would win.

The weekend came, and Mike watched the game closely. The team he chose had a great lead in the first quarter but lost the leading score in the second quarter. The first half of the game ended with them down by a couple of points. For the last two quarters, it was a close game that ended in a tie, resulting in going into overtime. But Mike hung his head in disappointment when the opposing team scored the next point to win the game. He had lost another bet to Drake. His phone had a text alert. It was from Drake, and it said that he was coming to collect later on today. The only positive was that it wasn't a money bet.

It was several hours later, Mike saw Drake at his apartment door. He was almost tempted not to open it, but that might make Drake bust down the door. He let him in to his apartment. He noticed that he was holding a strange device.

"You want the good news or the bad news?" Drake asked a confused looking Mike as he saw him noticed the TF device in his hands.

Mike didn't know what kind of game Drake was playing at the moment, but he did wanted to know what exactly was going on. "Good news first then." He replied to a smirk on Drake's face. "You don't have to pay me a single penny on the previous bet." He got a reply back as the strange device in Drake's hand was now pointing at him. A beam of light shined on his body from it. "Bad news is that you are mine to do with as I please for as long as I want." Drake told him. He saw him remove his shoes to see his bare feet. He wondered why he wasn't wearing any socks.

Suddenly, Mike felt strange. His apartment seems to become larger. Even Drake was getting taller than he already was. "I came to collect you. You will be going home with me, just not in the traditional way. I came here with no socks, but I am sure leaving with a special pair of socks. You." He heard him laugh as whatever was happening to him continued. He then realized that he was shrinking. His skin was starting to change, and it became almost cotton like. Drake's device was turning him into a pair of socks. Before he knew it, he had fallen to the floor as he lost all motor control over his entire body. He was on the floor facing upwards as his whole world view was giant size. His vision became blurry and then no sight afterwards. He found himself limp and blind on the floor, fearing what would happen next. He could hear Drake's maniacal laugh above him.

Drake watch as a normal human being was now a pair of socks on the floor for his size 13 feet. He picked them up to examine them. They were super soft and look supportive. He put them on his feet and they actually felt good. He put his shoes back on and walked out the door. Before he left, he made sure to put the lock the door since the previous owner would not be returning any time soon.

Mike may have been blind, but he could tell what was happening via his other senses. He felt Drake's feet enter his body, which he realized was split in two pieces. The slightly strong foot odor from his feet was foul. He could taste Drake's feet, and it wasn't something he would have wanted to do. He felt the pressure of Drake stepping on him. The part that really made him beg for mercy was when he was shoved into Drake's shoes. It smelled worse than his feet. He was trapped and surrounded by foul stench. As the walking continued, he faintly heard a door close. He quickly realized it was his apartment door, and Drake was leaving it. He didn't know exactly where he was headed next, but he was trapped around the feet of Drake for who knows how long.

Drake rather enjoyed the power trip he was feeling. He had never worn a guy on his feet before. It really felt like normal socks with just a little more comfort to them. Since he had some errands to run before heading back home, he decided he would break in his new pair of socks. The thought also crossed his mind that Mike could be useful in other ways than as a pair of socks as he drove to his next place he had to be. Till he got home, he would just think of his socks as just socks and not a person being forced to comfort his feet, even though the latter thought did put a smirk on his face.

Mike's mind was going crazy. He couldn't get used to the odor. One part of the odor was inside his sock bodies, and the other part was outside his sock bodies. No matter what, he was surrounded by it and trapped inside it. The constant walking on him also didn't help. He was being treated like a common object by Drake. He felt so embarrassed even though no one but Drake knew about the pair of living socks on his feet. It was just the sense of powerlessness that drove him crazy. He couldn't move any of the body, not even squirm. He was completely at the mercy of Drake with no one to come rescue him.

A few hours later, Drake finally got home. His feet felt so good the entire time he wore Mike. Once in his bedroom, he decided that he would mark Mike as his property in a special way. He got undressed and was just in his underwear. He pulled them down and got on the bed. He grabbed one of the socks, and placed it over his dick. He thought about the entire time if doing his errands and how he was using another guy as his socks. He thought about how Mike was trapped in his shoes totally against his will, surrounded by his foot odor. He got so hard, it didn't take long for him to ejaculate inside the unwilling sock. He jerked his seed into it, hoping Mike could taste it. He enjoyed it so much that he did the same thing to the other sock in the pair.

Mike thought that Drake couldn't torment him any worse till he was forced to taste his cum, not just once, but twice. He was really marking him as his property. He felt disgust for the guy, but it was powerless to do anything to stop him. He decided that if the opportunity to escape or over power should arise, he would do so. He may be trapped as a pair of socks, but his mind would not subcome to be submissive.

#inanimate transformation #shrinkage #foot domination #sock transformation

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Moments - Part 4 - The Meeting (Set in 2020)

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

This takes place during Part 2, after Eddie texts Kirby, extends into Part 3.

Also, Kirby is still Orange. Italics are inner thoughts.

Eddie's P.O.V:

He had talked Moxley into dropping him off at the meeting place, checking out of his hotel room and takin his bags with him. Something in the back of his mind had convinced him to leave, trying to make him run but also desperately wanting him to take Her with him.

"You didn't tell me what flavour you wanted so I went with strawberry."

Her voice alone was enough to make him want to smile, especially when she's calm and not sobbing or screaming. Decent choice, damn you look pretty in this light, "I wanted to see what you'd choose." In all honesty he had forgotten to actually think before sending her a text back, "These fries for me?"

"Yeah, I don't know what you like so I hope it's okay."

If I'm with you, Hell, I'd eat anything you bought me, "More than okay," Now comes the make-or-break question, how do you respond to smokers, "you don't mind if I smoke?" He asks, already lighting up the cigarette.

"I'm more than okay with it, I've been around smokers my whole life."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, she didn't smell like cigarettes, and she hadn't seemed like the type who had even seen a cigarette before last night in the hotel, she was too innocent, too gentle for that to be real. "Really, do ya parents smoke?"

"No, my uncles do. All seven of them, Many of my cousins do too."

Okay, now she's fuckin' wit' me, she's gotta be, that's a fuckin' lie an' I'm fuckin' callin' her on it, "Big family?"

She scrolls through her phone before showing Eddie a photo of her and her family and the many, many people she's related to, "The Rhydderch clan, owners of C.R.C and trainers to many."

Holy shit, she wasn't lyin', that's a lot of people, "Jesus H, you have a big family, are those two ya parents?" Please say yes, 'cause I don't wanna guess who in this photo is if it ain't them.

"The two on the left, yeah, needless to say neither of them were expecting me to be a giant."

"Any brothers or sisters? Nieces, nephew?" Anyone who might kick my ass if I flirt wit' ya?

"Nope, just me, Mam and Da."

"Any boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancé?" Anyone who'll really kick my ass if i flirt wit' ya?

"That's very forward of you, Eddie."

Shit, act casual, cover up the flirting dumbass, "I just ant to know if there's anyone, other than the girls and Damien," who I will kill if ya let me, "in your life."

"Nope, as far as I'm concerned, I'm by myself."

Eddie nods as he leans back, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he looks at her. I think you're so fuckin' pretty, I wanna make you happy and I wanna make you my girl. I don't just wanna fuck ya, I wanna love you, romance ya, fuck it, I'll marry your fine ass, If you'll be mine forever I would die happy.

"I have… had friends, back home, T.J, Mike and Yoshi. Haven't spoken to them since I left Wales, though, two years ago." She mutters.

"You have me," he smiles softly, before realizing how the words sound, "and Mox, if you need us, I'm always a text or phone call away if you need me."

"You'll protect me?" She cocks an eyebrow as she jokes.

"Yeah. Sure on TV we're at war right now, but now I know what your 'Boss' is like, and he's an asshole by the way," Eddie grins, "I'm gonna keep you safe whether you like it or not."

"Don't be an ass, Eddie." She chuckles, her laugh making Eddie fall further for her.

He sticks his tongue out to make her laugh a little longer before deciding to tell her why he's got his bags with him.

"You're stuck with me today, kid, so you better get used to this asshole." He winks, upping his more flirtatious behaviour and expecting her to call him on it, but she doesn't.

"I'm stuck with you." Her smile drops, replaced with what he assumes is concern, "As in Mox dropped you off so you'll be with me all day?"

"Exactly, so put up and shut up." I know you ain't concerned for me, so why that look, "Where's your car anyway? We can talk and drive, get you to relax around me, too."

Eddie smokes as they walk to her car, glancing at her and smiling when his eyes connect with hers. He finishes his cigarette and disposes of it properly, knowing that she's watching him. A wave of nostalgia hits Eddie when Kirby turns the car on and her music starts playing. House of Pain, Irish-American Rap from New York, from 1990s New York.

"Oh man," He sighs happily, "you listen to House of Pain?"

"Yeah, why? Do you want me to turn it off?"

"Nah, how do I turn it up?" And which button is the volume, not that one, nope, no… she's staring at me, I should've waited for an answer.

#eddie kingston fanfiction #eddie kingston x oc #aew fanfiction #aew oc #aew fic #wrestling fic #wrestling oc #D.U.D.E #Daughters Under Darkness Elite #Eddie Kingston x Kirby Lucifarian #Eddie Moore x Kirby Rhydderch #wrestling fanfiction

[zenyukifanficblogs]

Fresh Generation; Life Trials Chapter 25: Broken Translation In A Note (Pt. 5)

Victoria's POV

“Okay! Papa’s an excellent actor…”

Alejandro comments amazed when the operation begin and John starts by pulling Jennifer’s hair. Gloria was then opening her laptop and was doing something.

It soon shows like a CCTV thing on her computer and turns out the devices John and Jennifer had are to show the 360 surroundings of the Ray Shaw Bar.

“It looks like a normal bar though.” Alicia comments when she saw what Gloria has on her laptop screen. “Dear Alice, don’t judge a book by its cover sweetie.” Gloria tells Alicia.

“Demure Mike and my dear brother are at the back of the car. You need to liaison with them.” Gloria whispers to me.

“Yes Mam” I responded as my phone immediately rings right away to Mike calling me.

“Hallo Hallo Hallo~”

Mike greets in a off-tune singing tone that gets me covering my ears. “OH MY GOSH! MICHAEL FOX!” I shrieked a little in shock.

Gloria immediately took my phone and connect it to the Bluetooth in her car. ‘I need to talk to Chief about Mike after this’ I think to myself rubbing my ear at what’s next

“OI SISSY! I DON’T NEED A WHINER RUINING EVERYTHING!”

Gloria screams at the top of her lungs, not having Mike’s usual antics.

“I know chill Madam Dicky~” Mike nonchalantly tells her with a giggle.

Don’t worry, Demure Mike Fox won’t live that long for it.

“Just informing, Mr Pierre and I have found the coordinates of the handle, I’m sending the coordinates to Ms Leon and quickly get everything ready cause that little girl seems to have many eyes on her.” Mike then explains before ending the call right away.

“I hate this demure moron.” Gloria swears under her breath getting her gear ready. “I’m moving in” She tells me swiftly before taking out her telly.

“Alpha in position at RS, Beta in position at RS. We are moving in at my command.” Gloria speaks before closing all her curtains and moving out as well.

As she closes her car door, Alicia and Alejandro looked at me. I can see they are worried.

“Will Papa and Jen be okay?” Alicia asks me. I immediately give them two a hug. “It will all be okay. Don’t worry.” I reassure them both.

John’s POV

“POLICE FREEZE! YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST!”

I immediately get down along with Jennifer as Gloria and her team charges in with the guns and knives.

Marek also pulls out his own gun and so did Jan holding the other young girl hostage with his gun. “AHHHHHHH!!!” The young girl screams and cries in shock.

“POLICE! PUT DOWN YOUR GUNS NOW!”

Gloria shouts angrily yet anxiously taking lead and pointing the gun. “Not a chance unless you can aim correctly~” He says with a smirk as he tries to place the girl at the firing line.

“Cause she’s so precious, if you hit her, you have to answer to my brother~” He continues on.

‘Stupid bastard, you dare to put your own niece at the firing line like that?’ I think to myself flabbergasted as I put my hands above my arms.

“I have no time for your nonsense, let the girl go!” Gloria tells him. “You want my Emilia? Not a chance there~” Jan rebukes back. If weren’t for what’s the situation, this Jan be getting many fists from me.

Somehow an unexpected thing happened right before my eyes as Jen stabs Jan’s leg with a fork out of the blue and gets Emilia out of her uncle’s grip before sliding to the handle opening it as Jan drops his knife in pain.

“You-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Jan was screaming in pain and Marek was about to grab his gun at Jen when Gloria manages to dismantle the gun and have him arrested, so did her colleague who came in and have Jan arrested as well.

“Get him some medical help.” Gloria tells the colleague about Jan before reading Marek his Miranda rights.

“Marek Bogumil Tusk, you’re under arrest for assisting a felon criminal, attempted assault and illegal possession of a firearm. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time.”

Gloria then signals two officers from the back to the front to escort Marek out. I immediately ran to Jen and Emilia. “You…okay?” Emilia asks Jen quietly as Jen is looking very shocked.

“A little alright don’t worry” Jen smiles a little reassuring Emilia. “Oh gosh Emilia, are you alright?” Gloria immediately went to check on Emilia.

“So she’s the source?” I asked Gloria pointing at Emilia. “Yes I will explain soon.” She answers before turning to Emilia.

“Don’t be afraid, there will be medical help at the hospital.” Gloria reassures her. “But there…other girls…” Emilia pointing to the opened basement.

“I will take care from here, you and Jen leave first.”

Gloria tells me and I did so taking Jen out of the bar and back to Gloria’s car.

Junghwa’s POV

We are back in the car after the event. Alicia immediately hugs me along with Alejandro. “Where’s Gloria? And is everything alright” Victoria asks John and I.

“Everything is well taken care of for now, the girl is just malnourished and frightened.” John reassures explaining to Victoria. “That’s a poor thing there.” Alejandro says.

“But Jen is surely the boldest of you all, are you really alright?” Victoria then says before looking at me asking. I just nodded my head quietly without saying anything as I let Alicia hug me.

“It was a close call though.” I quietly admitted. “It was indeed but seeing Jan Sobieski screaming in pain right after being so arrogant to Aunty Gloria is exciting!” Alejandro cheers.

“Well it shows how decisive and quick Jen is!” Alicia giggles. ‘Am I really that decisive?’ I think to myself as everybody continues talking about the event.

#zendayayukiko #freshgeneration #fanfic #jenniferadventures #zenyuki #fbipolicefanfic

[garthcelyn]

To elaborate on my intro post: my dad didn't call me Zac for 12 years because it's like, a deadname

Zac was my dog

#my mam calls me Mike #also because that's not my deadname #that's my dad #a day in the life of Kitastrophe Wynter

[leaderoffestivals]

Myriad of Colours and Flowers: Ch 1

Madara: ーNAUGHTY CHILDREN ARE GONNA GET AAALL EATEN UUUUUUP ☆

Mitsuru: HYAAAAAAAH!?

Season: Winter (Previous year) Author: Akira Characters: Mitsuru, Madara EN proof: @ryuseipuka​

<Last year’s Winter. Just before the Repayment Fest, Yumenosaki Track and Field Grounds.>

Mitsuru: Ughhhh! He’s not here~, he’s not here~! Over here too, he’s not here~!

Peekaboo~! Who’s a cute little baby, huuuh? (1)  ARGHHH! At this rate, I’m gonna rack up such an overwhelming grudge that I won’t be able to attain Nirvana (2), and remain as a vengeful spirit in this world after I dieee!

(… …Mike-chan-senpai, you idiooot!

You’re always showing up and butting in when no one had called for youーever!ーbut now that I’m looking for you, you’re nowhere to be found! It makes me so hopping mad!

But then, Mike-chan-senpai will be graduating this year too, so I’m sure he’s probably busy with a whole buncha things.

What is this ‘Repayment Festival’ (3) all about? It seems like we’re gonna do something like the Chocolat Fest (4) we had the other day?

But, I’ve also heard it’s a graduation ceremony-like event where kouhais like us say “Thank you” to the senpais of our units, huh~?  

That’s right! The underclassmen will plan and carry out everything, showing our growth and expressing our gratitude to the upperclassmen at the same time! That’s how we repay them back for all the favours given to us; I heard all about it from Tomo-chan!

In our case, we, the first-year students prepared for this event all by ourselves, with the goal of sending Ni~chan off with a whole lotta thanks and joy! We’re gonna make him so happy!

Uuu… Since Ni~chan is going to college, we won’t be able to see each other as often from now on…

Thatーthat’s gonna be very lonely, butー

ーI’m not gonna whine about being lonely or not liking it at all. I’m gonna help Ni~chan move forward to a new stage with peace of mind and an encouraging push on his back!

It’ll be like thumping the rump of a racehorse before it starts to run! 

Ah~ I’d love to compete with a racehorse on the track one day… … ♪ )

… … No! I’d much rather race against Mike-chan-senpai than any racehorse right now!

After all, I’ve not beaten Mike-chan-senpai in a ‘serious showdown’ yet, not even once!

And when he throws the match to me, he does it in such an obvious way, it only annoys me even more!

( Mike-chan-senpai just doesn’t see me as someone he’s gotta go all out against. He treats me like a child, and not as a serious rival at all…

However! I’ve always gone all out as an athlete myself, so I won’t accept being treated like that!

Before Mike-chan-senpai graduates, I’m gonna have a serious race against him and win! Even if it’s only once! If we could do that, it would be like our version of the Repayment Fest...

When Mike-chan-senpai, the Captain of the Track and Field Club, witnesses how much I’ve grown, he’ll definitely feel at ease when he leaves us to enter society!

Well, the Track and Field Club does have Ado-chan-senpai as a sensible and capable second-year, so it’s possible he already feels at ease about us, huh!

However, I’m part of the Track and Field Club, too! I want to repay Mike-chan-senpai for being my Captain!

Mike-chan-senpai’s unit, MaM, has no members other than Mike-chan-senpai himself, that’s why it’s called a ‘solo unit’… …

As a unit, and as an idol, there are no kouhais who will perform any Repayment to him. 

Fufu! If that’s the case, then we of the Track and Field Club will be the ones to do so! I owe Mike-chan-senpai a lot for all the care he has shown me as part of the Track and Field Clubー

ーUgh! Even though it’s not always that way! It feels like he’s been constantly neglecting me too! 

Even so! We might only be bound by the slightest of connections to each other, but I’m still going to express my gratitude and say “Thank you!” to Mike-chan-senpai!

If it will let him graduate happy and relieved, with a smile on his face, I’ll do it! It would be ridiculous if Mike-chan-senpai were the only one who got left out! 

I want to tell him this at the very least! Thank you for being with me! Thank you for participating in all my favourite athletic activities together with me!

In order to do that, I need to find Mike-chan-senpai first, though. 

Where in the world could that person be? I’ve been looking all over for him, but he’s nowhere to be found! Could it be that he’s gone away overseas again? If that’s the case, there’s nothing I can do about it, huh? )

… … … … Urrrm?

What’s that…, over there… There’s someone who looks a lot like Mike-chan-senpai?

<A few minutes later.>

 Mitsuru: ーーFwah~?

Oh, wo~w… … I’ve ended up in a strange place, huh?

What is this place? A flower garden? Wahwah~ I’m no good with places like these! I’m always afraid I’ll do something clumsy, like falling on or trampling on such beautiful and fragile things like these flowers! 

I get so mad because I end up doing those kinda things all the time… … Hmmm?

Why is there light shining in from there? Isn’t it strange for this place to be so brightly lit even though it’s underground… … …?

Did someone let the sunlight in, for the sake of letting these flowers grow so vibrantly?

One can open up the ceiling and install glass there to let the light inーI’ve heard Hajime-chan, who loves growing plants, say something like that before!

Is this supposed to be a place like that? What was it called again? A greenhouse? It’s not the same, though? 

( Ah! Rather than worrying about that, I need to look for Mike-chan-senpai! That person whom I met on campus earlier said that I could get to meet him hereーー)

Madara: ーNAUGHTY CHILDREN ARE GONNA GET AAALL EATEN UUUUUUP ☆

Mitsuru: HYAAAAAAAH!?

MiーMiーMiー…!

Madara: Hahaha! A gathering of ‘Mi’s and you’ve got yourself a Mikejima Madara! You say some pretty interesting things now and then, don’t you, Mitsuru-san? Excellent, excellent ♪

Mitsuru: MiーMike-chan-senpー

Madara: ーMitsuru-san. I have no idea how you ended up in this placeー

ーbut unfortunatelyyy, this isn’t the kind of place a good boy like you should be in at aaall. Now, hurry up and scram. Otherwiiise, I’m gonna have to kick your ass out of here, you knowww ♪

Mitsuru: … …? … …?

----------------To be continued-------------------

Chapter 2

Translator’s Notes:

Mitsuru was repeating “いな~い, いな~い” (ina~i, ina~i) as he was looking for Madara, which means “he’s not here~, he’s not here~” before saying, “いないいないばぁ! べろべろばぁ!” (inai-inai-BA! bero-bero-BA!)  It is a little confusing because there’s no EN equivalent to the second word. These are words said when playing peekaboo with a baby. ‘inai-inai-ba’ is just peekaboo. ‘bero’ is the sound effect used to represent a licking action. And ‘bero-bero-ba’ is a nonsensical word used to soothe an infant… And you say it while sticking out your tongue while making a pleasant expression… So, I’m laughing because it’s like Mitsuru is imagining Madara playing peekaboo games with him, making silly faces and waggling his tongue (being a Mama! Or Papa) trying to pacify him at that moment, but it only had the opposite effect of sending Mitsuru’s blood pressure through the roof.

Nirvana: Japanese Buddhism believes in the reincarnation of the soul after death. However, a soul which has a grudge or unfinished business in the human world will be unable to attain enlightenment / Nirvana to finish the cycle. Thus, the spirit / ghost / revenant haunts the human world until the business is resolved, upon which the grudge is cleansed and the soul can rise to heaven so that the cycle can continue. 

Repayment Fest: Repayment Fest, or 返礼祭, is an event in Yumenosaki, where the first and second year unit members send off their graduating third-year seniors with a performance. It also involves choosing a new leader to succeed the unit. Repayment Fest takes place around White Day (March 14th) as the seniors graduate from schools in Japan and start a new school year in April. The events were held in the game once a year from 2016 - 2019 (meaning one year in the game lasted 4 years in the real world). The game moved forward to (!!) era in 2020 and everyone finally grew older by a year in the game. There are four Repayment Fest stories in Basic, and they are all supposed to have taken place concurrently in the game.   1) Clash! Recollect--A Festival of Giving Back (2Wink / UNDEAD / Keito + Kuro) March 2016 2) Baton Pass! Repayment Festival of Tears and Bonds (Ryuuseitai) March 2017 (Madara is mentioned in passing in this story) 3) Moment＊The Repayment Festival of Moving Forward Toward the Future (Ra*bits / Valkyrie) March 2018 4) Requiem＊Sword of Oaths and the Repayment Festival (Knights) Mar 2019 The YNS units who didn’t participate in the Repayment Fest were Trickstar (because all members were Year 2s; no one was graduating) and MaM, because as a solo unit, Madara had no juniors. Madara mentioned being free and not having to make any arrangements in the event during the RST / Ra*bits / MaM Halloween event in October 2017. But in 2022... ... 

ChocolateFest: (!) era Valentine’s Day event

If you spot any mistakes, please PM me!

#Ensemble Stars #enstars tl #Mikejima Madara #Tenma Mitsuru #Ra*bits #MaM #Myriad of Colours and Flowers #Blessings to the Flowers That Never Bloomed

[folklorelise]

Adorable clumsy dummy

MASTERLIST

Request are here!

You joined the survey corps two years after Hange became a squad leader. With your energy and personality, Hange requested to have you in their squad. You were obviously flattered and happy to accept this offer.

Like every other morning, you were in Hange’s office, helping with their paperwork.

“Erwin brought three new recruits today, they were assigned to Flagon’s squad.” Hange informed you.

“Uh, let’s go meet them then!” you shouted excited.

“I already did.”

“I didn’t, where are they now?”

“Hm probably in their dorms.”

After Hange told you in which room they were in, you run to your room first before knocking on their door. You heard loud whispers before the door opened on a tall man.

“Furlan, reporting for duty ‘mam.” he saluted you. “Are you part of our squad?”

“Oh no! I am with Hange. I just wanted to say hello.” You smile shaking his hand even if he did not stretch out his hand.

Then you went over the other guy and shook his hand.

“I’m Y/N!” you smiled, “and you are?”

“He’s Levi.” Furlan told you when he saw that Levi did not plan on answering.

“It’s really nice to meet you! But I thought there were three of you?”

“Isabel is a girl so she’s not with us.” Furlan said.

“Oh right!” you nodded. “Mh, I brought chocolate for you as a welcome present. My mom is a baker, so I have a lot of these!” you gave them each a piece of chocolate. “It’s safe to eat them!” you said when you saw them just looking at the food. “If you like it, I have more in my room.”

“It’s fine.” Levi said.

“Can we have some for Isabel?” Furlan asked you.

“Yes, of course! Or we can all go together now. I’d really like to meet her!” you proposed enthusiastically. “Or not?” you said when you saw them look at each other.

“We don’t have the time for that right now.” Levi stated. “We have to clean this mess first.”

“Oh!” you shouted, “I can help! I love cleaning. You know what, I’ll bring some cleaning supplies, you just wait me here!” you said before leaving.

“Doesn’t that make her your soulmate?” Furlan joked once he was alone with Levi which only made him glare at him.

Isabel and you got along very well, very quickly. Furlan was extremely nice too. The only problem, if you can call it a problem, was Levi. You tried to talk to him, but he rarely answered you. One night, since Isabel was sharing your room, you asked her if Levi even liked you.

“I’m sure he does. You are too adorable for anyone to not like you.”

“Is he always this silent?”

“Definitely.”

“What does he like then?” you wondered.

“Levi loves tea so maybe if you brought a cup or two per day.” Isabel suggested.

The next morning, you wrote a letter to your mother asking her to send you some tea leaves, some of every flavour they had in stock. Three days after you request, Hange told you that your package had arrived. You took your tea and made two cups of black tea. You had asked Isabel to tell Levi to join you in the kitchen because you had no idea where he was.

“Did you need something?” Levi asked you once he joined you.

“Mh, not really, but I made tea and I thought you would like some.” you said which made Levi look at the two cups of tea.

“What is it?”

“It’s tea.” you repeated smiling.

“Yeah, I figured. What flavour is it?” Levi asked.

“Ooh.” you laughed, “it’s black tea. I have other flavours too if you don’t like this.”

“Black tea is fine.” Levi said taking his cup.

Both of you sat down at a table, in front of each other and drank in silence. You noticed how Levi was holding his cup, and you thought ‘how bizarre’. You looked at your cup for a second and tried to hold your cup like Levi did, but you just ended up dropping your tea on your lap.

“Ah!” you screamed from the burn.

“What were you thinking about?” Levi yelled taking your hand so he could bring you to the kitchen.

Levi took a tissue and tried to clean your white pants.

“You’ll have to wash it. Now, let’s clean the tea on the floor.” Levi turned around to leave but then he came back to you and asked, “are you hurt? The tea was still pretty hot.”

“No, I’m good.” you paused, “thank you.”

—————

 By the time Levi made captain, he became a close friend of yours. Drinking tea together was also a tradition between you two. You would bring him tea in the morning, and he would bring you tea at night.

Deep down, Levi wanted to ask you to join his squad, but he knew how happy you were in Hange’s so he never did. When he lost his friends, he was devastated. Naturally, he did not want to lose you too during an expedition. But he knew you were a capable soldier.

One morning, Hange asked you to bring some paperwork to Levi which you gladly accepted. You also remembered that you had to bring him his tea, so you went to the kitchen first. You had the paperwork under your arm and the two cups of tea in each hand and walked slowly towards the captain’s office. Levi on the other side was looking at the clock every minute because you were late. After five minutes, he decided to leave his office to go and look for you.

Before he could start looking, he heard a scream – your scream – just a couple meters from his office. You were on the ground, with papers flying around and two broken cups of tea on the ground. Levi, worried, run to you and helped you get up.

“What happened?” Levi asked you.

“I fell.” you faltered. “Oh no, the paperwork! And the tea!” you cried horrified.

“Are you hurt?” Levi cupped your cheeks in his hands so you would look at him.

“I’m good!” you told him leaning, unconsciously, into his touch.

“What happened here?” Erwin asked coming out of nowhere which made Levi move away from you.

“She fell.” Levi said picking up the paperwork.

“Oh, are you okay?” Erwin asked you.

“Yes, I’m sorry about this mess. I’ll clean it.” you told your commander.

Levi put the paperwork on his desk before helping you clean the tea. The teacups were broken, and you went to pick them up, but Levi quickly took you arms in his.

“If you touch that I’m sure you’ll hurt yourself so don’t. I’ll clean that, just bring me a broom.”

After the cleaning was done, Levi told you to wait in his office; he would bring the tea from now on.

—————

One morning, the commander had organised a meeting with the captain and the other squad leaders. Without Levi, you had nothing to do; that is why you were collecting flowers on the training grounds. When you finished collecting all the pretty flowers, you found a string, so you could make a bouquet.

“Have you seen the captain?” you asked Petra when you saw her.

“He’s still in that meeting room. Although, I don’t know if they finished or not.”

“Thank you!” you said running to that room.

You looked at the clock in the corridor and noticed how it has been over three hours they were in that room – they had to be over. You opened the door wildly but immediately froze when you saw them still talking about the next expedition.

“Oh no.” you mumbled embarrassed.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” Hange asked.

“Did you need something?” Erwin questioned with a smile.

You shook your head and turned around, but Levi called your name.

“What did you need?”

“It’s not important.” you said shyly, “It can wait.”

“You already here so just tell me.” Levi pointed out.

Everyone else was looking at your interaction with the captain eagerly.

“I– I made a bouquet.” you showed them your flowers. “I just – I wanted to give them to you.” you told Levi.

“Oooh.” Hange, Mike and Erwin giggled which made Levi blush hardly.

“What are you waiting for?” Hange asked excited. “Go give Levi your beautiful bouquet.”

You walked to him hesitantly and handed him your bouquet.

“To decorate your office.” you whispered. “I thought it would be pretty.”

“Thank you.” Levi mumbled taking your flowers.

He put them in front of him and stare at Erwin because he was too nervous to look at you. You saluted your commander before leaving happy. Then you decided to wait for Levi in his office, his door was locked so you just sat on the floor. After a few minutes, you heard footsteps approaching and stood up quickly when you saw it was Levi.

“Why were you sitting on the floor? Do you know how dirty this floor is?”

“Your door is locked.”

“I gave you a key to my office!”

“But I don’t have it with me now.”

“You– never mind, just come in.” Levi said opening his door.

“Do you like the flowers I picked?” you asked him, sitting on his couch.

“Yes.”

Levi put the bouquet in a vase with some water and went back to his desk.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you earlier, I thought you would be done by the time I came.”

“It’s fine.” Levi assured you, “but next time, just wait in my office.”

“Noted.”

—————

An expedition during autumn meant roads full of colourful leaves everywhere. It was one of your favourite time of the year so naturally you were extra happy that day.

“Alright, be careful out there.” Levi told you before joining his own squad.

“You two are adorable.” Hange told you smiling.

“We’re just friends!”

“Yeah right. Two adorable friends then.”

The expedition was going well, there were only a few titans and no abnormal ones were spotted. The commander ordered every squad to prepare their tents because you were probably going to spend the night outside.

“Hange,” you said, “I’ll go and collect some wood for the fire.”

When Levi found Hange, he expected you to be somewhere near, but you were not.

“Hey four eyes, where’s Y/N?”

“She went looking for wood over there.” Hange pointed at the forest.

“Are you serious? You let her go alone?”

“Yeah, I’m sure she won’t go far away, she knows it could be dangerous.”

“Are we talking about the same person here?” Levi asked worried. “I’m going after her, I’ll be back.”

You on the other side, had a bunch of wood with you. But on your way back to your squad you found the prettiest leaf ever. It was red and slightly frozen due to temperature.

You took it and went the other way to see if there was any other pretty leaf. You started to collect a bunch of them and sat down next to a big tree. You tied them together with a sprig and suddenly you heard Levi screaming your name at the top of his lungs. You looked up and saw him flying towards you and taking you with him. He put you on a high tree before going back to kill a titan that you did not see.

“What is wrong with you?” Levi yelled once he was back with you.

“I didn’t see it.”

“Yeah! That’s the problem! Why were you so far away? What were you thinking?” he continued to yell.

“I– I saw some pretty leaves and I gathered some. Here.” you hold it for him.

“Seriously?” Levi snapped at you. He took the leaves and throw them away. “I don’t want that. I want you to be more careful next time because next time, I probably won’t be there to save you.”

You watched your tiny leaf bouquet falling from the tree.

“I’m sorry.” you murmured. “Are y–”

“Let’s just go.” Levi said before taking you with him. “Next time, keep your gear too.”

Levi did not speak a word to you the rest of the evening. He did not speak to you the next day either. The rest of the expedition was spent far away from Levi. Hange, worried, asked you what happened but you assured them that everything was fine. Everyone could see it was not, but no one wanted to upset you. You looked like a sad puppy and nobody wanted to rub salt in the wounds.

Levi and you never fought before. Every time you messed up, he was there to fix it and help you, but this time, he was not. Once you were back from the expedition, you directly went to your room. That night, Hange went to see Levi.

“What?” Levi asked coldly.

“What is wrong with the both of you?”

“Not your problem.”

“Y/N is my friend, and I am her squad leader – it is my problem. You are my friend too so just tell me and let me help you.”

Levi explained how reckless you were and how you almost died eaten by titan when you went looking for wood.

“She almost died because she picked up leaves!” Levi screamed exasperated.

“You were worried about her, that’s all. Y/N is attached to you, a lot. You, telling her off might made her think you do not enjoy what she does. Which include getting you flowers and rocks just because it’s pretty.”

“What now?”

“Go talk to her.”

“Right.”

Levi decided to let you sleep and that he would come talk to you in the morning. He was expecting to see for breakfast, but you were not here. He walked to your room, but at the last minute he walked away. Levi decided to go in town and buy you some flowers before talking to you.

You were still in bed, too tired to get up. You did not get any sleep last night because of what happened during that expedition. You were too afraid to go talk to Levi; too afraid he would stop being friend with you. When you were about to fall asleep, you heard a small knock on your door.

“Y/N?” you recognised Levi’s voice which made you run to open the door.

When you opened the door, you threw yourself at Levi, crying a little.

“I’m sorry!” you both said at the time.

“I’m sorry,” Levi apologised, giving you the flowers. “I chose these because they were really pretty… like you.” he mumbled the last part.

“You’re really pretty too.” you admitted smiling, feeling your cheeks getting hot. “So, you’re not mad at me?” you asked uncertain.

“I was never mad. I was– I was worried and scared to lose you.” Levi confessed. “When I saw you and that titan, I thought I would be too late an–.”

“I’m sorry, you were right anyway. It was stupid of me.”

“No! Well, a little, but I like that.”

“I like you.” you said happily.

“Does that mean I can kiss you now?”

“Please.”

—————

I really liked your request, I hope it was fine. I know you asked for a friend one but I really wanted to make them a couple at the end because I love Levi, so I hope that was okay. I hope you guys like it.

#attack on titan x reader #captain levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman one shot #levi x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi fluff #request #i hope you liked it whoever asked for this!! :D

[hungoverunicorn1996]

Story time:

When I was about 18/19 I went to a shitty college bar with my friend who was a student at LSU. The bar was PACKED with college kids but frankly we were bored cuz it wasn’t really our scene. But off in the distance I noticed that a bartender was walking around with test tube shots.

Being underage with a wristband and a giant X on my hand, I couldn’t buy them. So without thinking, I slipped into the crowd and grabbed one behind the bartenders back. I went back to my friends and they were all CHEERING at my petty theft cuz frankly that was the only entertaining thing that had happened so far. So I decided to keep going.

I had stolen FOUR shots. As I was going for my 5th one, my friend grabbed me and was like “yo, you’ve gotten insanely lucky, at this point you’re just pressing your luck don’t do it.”

Although the shots were watered down, I was drunk off the thrill of petty theft. I told her one more and I’d quit. She begrudgingly let me go, and boy I should’ve listened.

As I grab my 5th shot, the bartender WHIPS her head back exorcist style and screams “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?” She *rightfully* starts to curse me out and chase me out the door. But as she’s chasing me, she grabs her manager who proceeds to follow me while saying “Mam I’m gonna have to get the authorities involved”

We’re at the front door and I’m begging this dude to not call the cops on me, telling him I’d leave and never come back, but he’s pulling out his phone and told me “mam you were drinking underage on our property and stole several beverages.”

When I tell you I was PANICKED. Not only was I gonna have to call my mom from jail at 1 am, but I was also gonna have to explain that I was 2 hours away from home and got arrested sksjdjjsjsjs.

Then, a tragic miracle happened, another bartender came up to us, and said to the manager

“Mike there’s an emergency we need you RIGHT NOW”

“Can it wait? I have an issue to deal with”

“Mike it CANT WAIT COME NOW DAMNIT”

So the manager looks at me and says,

“Mam, please wait right here, I’ll be back within five minutes”

So as soon as he disappeared into the crowd, I obviously run for it. Like, did he seriously expect me to just sit around and get arrested lmfao?

I sprint like hell to the bus stop, dive in the bushes, and wait for the bus to come pick us up. My friends eventually joined me and they were all dying at the fact that I got kicked out of a fucking LSU bar of all places.

So as we sit down on the bus, I look over and see like FIFTEEN cop cars in the parking lot. I was SWEATING cuz I was convinced they were for me and that I was now a fugitive. Like Jesus I knew I’d probably get kicked out of the bar but like this many cops seemed so fucking excessive.

We get back to my friends house and I spent the entire night awake trying to figure out how to get out of Baton Rouge without a single cop seeing me.

The next morning I open up yik yak and see a FLOOD of yaks about a shooting that had happened nearby. So I’m freaking out waking up my friends wondering what we should do. Then we googled the news and found out that the bar we had gone to had gotten shot up MINUTES after we left. (no one died, but there were 2 injuries)

So yeah, that’s the story about how gun violence saved me from a criminal record.

#tw gun violence #gun #theft #tw cops #tw criminal activity #tw alcohol mention #tw alcohol #alcohol #college #test tube #shots #me #LSU #bar #bars #club #police #tw mass shooting #baton rouge #louisiana #school #rainbow #story time #text post #booze #tequila #bus #public transit

[rushingheadlong]

Huge thanks to a very dear friend who bought this article out from underneath me from an ebay auction, and then sent to me as a surprise!

Originally published in Melody Maker in late 1974 (exact date unknown). Full article text below the read more.

The MERLIN File

EVOLUTION: Merlin's manager, Derek Chick, and Allan Love decided in May 1973 to form a new London-based group that would incorporate three basic essentials: musicianship, image and stage presentation. After extensive auditions and rehearsals the band was gigging by July under the name Madrigal, which was changed in February 1974 to Merlin.

PERSONNEL CHANGES: Jacob Magmusson (keyboards) left in October 1973 and Paul Taylor (bass) in September 1974.

ORIGIN OF NAME: Scully Wagon-Lit's idea in the van going to a gig.

FIRST PUBLIC APPEARANCE: Zero 6, Southend, 17/July/1973.

FIRST BROADCAST: BBC Radio One David Hamilton Show and Radio Luxembourg Power Play consecutively in March 1974.

FIRST TELEVISION: Scottish TV's Showcase in November 1973.

MANAGEMENT: Derek Chick, Chic's Own Music and Management Ltd, 246/248 Great Portland Street, London W1 (01-381 6192/3).

AGENT: Barry Collings Agency Ltd, 15 Claremont Road, Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex (0702-47343/43464).

RECORDING COMPANY: CBS Records Ltd, 28-30 Theobalds Road, London WC1 (01-242 9000).

RECORD PRODUCER: Roger Greenaway.

MUSIC PUBLISHING COMPANY: Shapiro, Bernstein and Co Ltd, 246/248 Great Portland Street, London W1 (01-387 6192) and Grenyoco Music Ltd, 108 Park Street, London W1 (01-493 6439).

FAN CLUB: Ling, 17 Gladstone Park Gardens, Cricklewood, London NW2.

BRITISH TOURS: 47 dates 1/March-28/April/1974 Top Rank ballrooms, clubs and colleges. Solo tour.

AMERICAN TOURS: None.

TRANSPORT: Ford DO607 3-ton truck for the equipment and Audi 100 for the group.

STAGE MANAGERS: Iain Ward (Sound Engineer), Chris Taylor (Lighting Engineer), "Speedy" (Stage Roadie), "Crystal" (Assistant Lighting Engineer).

SINGLES: "(Let Me) Put My Spell On You" c/w "Just ANother Fish On My Hook (CBS, 1/March/1974), "Alright" c/w "Pictures In My Mind" (CBS, 28/June/1974), "Wild Cat" c/w "Half A Man" (CBS, 1/Nov/1974).

ALBUMS: "Merlin" (CBS, 25/Oct/1974).

P.A.: 1400-watt JBL system comprising Kelsey 16-channel stereo custom mixer, 4 x DC3000 Crown amps, 4 x bass bins with 2 x 15 inch JBL speakers in each, 2 x mid range JBL horns, 2 x high-frequency JBL boxes with lens horns, two bullets. Microphones are 8 Sure Unidyne III 545, 2 AKG 190C, one AKG D12, 4 Calrec condensers, 4 Sims Watts condensers, 3 Sure Unisphere B. Binson Echorec and Mavis 3-way active stereo crossover with stage boxes, cables, etc. Lighting comprises 6 x 100 watt Strand Floods on stage, 30 x 200 watt Strand Floods on stage scaffolding, 3 x Strand 1,000-watt follow spots and stands, 2 x Strobes and a Strand dimmer board.

ALAN LOVE: Vocalist

BORN: Hampsted, North West London. 13/Dec./1952.

EDUCATED: Challoner School, Finchley, North London.

MUSICAL TRAINING: None.

MUSICAL CAREER: Has been professional for seven years, playing in Opal Butterfly from 1967 to 1969 with Simon King (Hawkwing) and Tom Doherty (Sting). Referendum from 1969 to 1973 and Madrigal/Merlin from 1973.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: None.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Mick Jagger, Joe Cocker, Little Richard.

COMPOSITIONS: "Half A Man," "Space Raider" and co-wrote with Gary Hardwick "Getting Involved" all recorded by Merlin.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Something In The Air" (Thunderclap Newman), "McArthur Park" (Richard Harris).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Tapestry" (Carol King), "Court Of The Crimson King" (King Crimson), "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" (Simon and Garfunkel).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Paul McCartney, Steve Howe, Tom Doherty.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Cat Stevens, Carol King.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Joe Cocker, Neil Diamond.

RESIDENCE: Bachelor flat in Wandsworth, South West London.

INSTRUMENTS: None.

GARY ALICE STRANGE: Bass, vocals and guitar.

BORN: Hampsted, London. 26/Oct./1952.

EDUCATED: Whitefield School, Barnet.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Three classical guitar lessons and then self taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Various semi-pro bands and wrote first song aged 16 featured on ATV programme "Come Here Often." Former band with Dave Martin called March Hare and recorded LP for MAM. Group then changed to newly-formed Kinks Production Company, but after few months of touring with Kinks and recording, split up. Joined Merlin.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Director of La Starza Palace Studio.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Beatles, Stones, Free, Average White Band.

COMPOSITIONS: "Gipsy Rose Lee" and "Lay Me Down" for March Hare both issued as singles by MAM.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "I Am A Walrus" (Beatles), "Need Your Love So Bad" (Fleetwood Mac), "Little Bit Of Love" (Free), "Amoureuse" (Kiki Dee).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Elf" (Elf), "Sgt Pepper" (Beatles), "Talking Book" (Stevie Wonder).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Andy Fraser, David Martin, Peter Green, Liberace.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Holland, Dozier and Holland, Lional Bart and Paul Simon.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Elvis Presley, Tina Turner, Rod Stewart.

RESIDENCE: Single and lives in Hampstead, North West London.

INSTRUMENTS: Fender Precision Bass with thin maple neck. Hagstrom six-string guitar with pick-up. Kemble baby grand piano. Rotosound Roundwound strings. Orange 120-watt amp with 2 x 15 inch reflex cabinets.

JAMIE MOSES: Lead guitar and vocals.

BORN: Ipswich, Suffolk, 30/Aug/1955.

EDUCATED: Schools in America and Japan. Shirley High School and Redhill Technical College in Surrey.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Self-taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Given first guitar when ten, formed first band at 11. Formed the Inferno, 1969-71, in Japan, doing gigs, radio, TV. Came to England in 1971, worked with semi-pro bands and at a music shop in Croydon. Formed Angel with Scully 1972 and recorded LP of original material. Joined Madrigal July 1973.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Jimmy Page, Paul Kossoff, Beatles.

COMPOSITIONS: "Just Another Fish On My Hook", "Gypsy", and "He Thinks About You All The Time" all recorded by Merlin. Co-wrote "Angel" LP with Scully.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Livin' For The City" (Stevie Wonder), "Can't Get Enough" (Bad Company), "Joybringer" (Manfred Mann's Earthband).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Foxtrot" by Genesis.

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Genesis, Steve Howe, Free, Scully Wagon-Lits.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Paul McCartney, Genesis, Stevie Wonder.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Peter Gabriel, Mario Lanza and David Coverdale.

RESIDENCE: Is single and lives with his parents at Sanderstead, Surrey.

INSTRUMENTS: White Les Paul Deluxe (1973) and black Les Paul Custom (1974), both with Rotosound ultra-light strings and Gibson plectrums. EKO 6-string acoustic guitar with La Bella strings. Hiwatt 100-watt amp fitted with half power switch for distortion and sustain at almost any volume. Two 2 x 15 Fender Dual Showman JBL Cabinets. A cheap Japanese fuzz box with a three-tone fuzz switch.

SCULLY WAGON-LITS: Keyboards, guitar and vocals.

BORN: Balham, South West London, 20/Dec./1953.

EDUCATED: Henry Cavendish (Balham), Bec School (Tooting) and Archbishop Tennison (South Croydon).

MUSICAL TRAINING: Guitar lessons at night school for one year aged eight, cello at school for three years and double bass for two months, but is self-taught on keyboards.

MUSICAL CAREER: Played guitar in band in Balham (1964-65), joined Angel with Jamie (1972-1973) as semi-pros and recorded an album. Turned pro June 1973 with Big Wheel in South France. Joined Madrigal October 1973.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Organ salesman at Western Music and Selmer.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Harry Stoneham, Miller Anderson, Keith Emerson, Christian Vander.

COMPOSITIONS: "Marina," "Takin' Part," "Pictures In My Mind," etc.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Rock Man" (Elton John), "Space Oddity" (David Bowie).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Tarkis" (ELP), "Fire And Water" (Free), "Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Keith Emerson, Tony Banks, Steve Howe.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Paul McCartney.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Stevie Wonder, Peter Gabriel, Greg Lake

RESIDENCE: Single and lives in Surrey.

INSTRUMENTS: Hamond RT3 with additional height plynth and customised guts driven through Hiwatt amps and put out through one Leslie 145 and two RSE 1 x 15 inch JBL bins and three custom-made Werlin Bat rotating horn units. Muri-Moog (modified) through Hiwatt 100-watt amp with JBL Showman Cabinet. Hagspiel grand piano, with scaffolding, miked through PA. Black Gibson SB Les Paul Junior (1960) plugged into Moog.

DAVID WIGHTWICK: Drums and vocals.

BORN: Dunstable, Bedfordshire, 25/August/1950.

EDUCATED: Priory Secondary School, Dunstable.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Self-taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Former member of Madrigal from 1967 to 1973. The band split and was reformed with new members and retitled Merlin.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Varied from soldier to postman.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Beatles, The Move, Genesis.

COMPOSITIONS: None.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Say You Don't Mind" (Colin Blunstone), "Motet Overture" (Abors), "Eleanor Rigby" (Beatles)

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd), "Erismore" (Colin Blunstone), "Tubular Bells" (Mike Oldfield), "Moving Waves" (Focus).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Carl Palmer, Jon Bonham, Simon Kirke.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Colin Blunstone, Genesis.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Ian Billan, Colin Blunstone, Karen Carpenter.

RESIDENCE: Flat in London.

INSTRUMENTS: Hayman see-through drumkit comprising 1 x 22 inch bass drum, 1 x 12 inch and 1 x 13 inch mounted tom-toms, 1 x 16 inch and 1 x 18 inch floor tom toms, 1 x 14 inch snare drum, Ludwig/Paiste 22 inch cymbal, 1 x 22 inch and 1 x 20 inch Zildjian ride cymbals, 1 x 18 inch Zildjian crash cymbal, 1 x 14 inch Zildjian hi-hat, Ludwig and Hayman accessories and Premier C and Selmer sticks.

#merlin band #jamie moses #(I continue to not tag the rest because everyone continues to not care) #long post // #text #jamie

[eclecticstarlightconnoisseur]

Edinburgh To Boston - Chapter 10 - Getting To Know You

Good evening all,

I’m back with Chapter 10.  I tried something different here and I hope you all like it. There are some words I used that I got from Google Translate, I hope they are correct. The story also includes references to middle eastern culture. I also hope these are correct.  I did my due diligence and researched the culture as best as I could. If there are errors, I do apologize.

We are nearing the end of this story.  I am wondering if after I finish it should I continue with a Part II?  Would you all be interested in continuing to read about these two or should I move on to something else? Your opinion matters to me.

Any thoughts or comments you have about the story, please let me know. Constructive, respectful criticism is welcome.

 I need to thank @curlsgetdemgurls for putting up with me, encouraging me, and being the best beta around.

So without further ado, I give you:

Edinburgh to Boston

Chapter 10

Getting To Know You

SPLAT!!!

Something struck Jamie squarely in the center of his back. He had a suspicion of what hit him and who did it. Turning around he found Claire standing several feet behind him with the most angelic look on her face and her hands behind her back.

“What are ye doin’ there a nighean?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. She had the appearance of pure innocence.

“Oh, Jamie! I saw it happen. Those little buggers. It was a drive-by snowballing. They ran off that way.” she pointed with her chin toward the street. 

Against his better judgment, he turned to gaze in the direction that the supposed miscreants had fled.

SMACK!!! 

Another snowball struck Jamie just below his hairline. The snow had yet to freeze and remained soft and powdery. The cold missile exploded sending a shower of fine-grained flakes across his neck tightly gripping his warm skin with icy fingers.

“Ifrinn! Now, Claire! I…” Jamie grumbled, wiping off his forehead, fingers cold. 

THUMP!!! 

Hurling her third projectile, it impacted successfully at his mid-center. 

“OOF! I’ll get ye for this, ye wee minx. See if I dinna,” he said, his eyes narrowing. He meant to get his revenge.

“Catch me if you can!” Claire squealed as she turned to run as fast as the snow-covered walk permitted.

She was no match for Jamie’s long stride and powerful leg muscles.

“Got ye, ye wee besom. Now, tell me what I should do with ye?”  He caught up his Sassenach wrapped his arms around her, gripped her in a tight embrace, lifting her up.

“Anything you want to,” she smirked. 

Claire dropped her head down and gently kissed him on the tip of the nose. Her eyes shining bright with mischief.

“I can think of any number of things I’d like to do to ye, but none of them can be done in a public place.”

She lowered her head kissing him tenderly on his wide sweet mouth. Her lips parted, tongue sweeping across his, seeking entry. Granted. Their kiss deepened. The world, the cold, the snow all melted away.

“For the love of Mike! Get a room will ya?! This is a public park.” A voice barked out from some distance away.

The lovers broke apart, each looking at the other giggling.

“We have one!” they called back in unison to the anonymous voice.

“Then go there and use it, for Pete’s sake.” There was no malice to the voice rather it sounded amused and happy for the couple.

“Aye, I think we will. Thank ye for the advice.”

*************

The lovers continued their slow-paced walk.  Hands linked, fingers intertwined, they stole shy glances at each other. She found his crooked smile charming. He thought her smile sweetly radiant, warming him to the backbone. The walkway was narrow causing them to frequently brush against each other or they wanted to believe. 

They talked about everything and nothing, truly getting to know each other. Even though they had worked together for the past year, they knew precious little about each other.

“Have I ever told ye about my family, Sassenach?”

“No, not really,” Claire shook her head. 

Jamie, a born storyteller, told her about his family and childhood at Lallybroch. 

“My Mam, she seemed to favor me for some reason.” He added quickly, “No’ that she dinna love Willie and Jenny, but she would always look at me, smile and tell me that I was special that I was born to do something important. She said she kent it the day I was born. She would look at me and say, “Jamie lad, I want ye tae study hard, harder than ye want tae or think ye need tae. Someday ye will do something that will affect a lot of people. Ye need tae be ready.'’ I always thought all Mams said such things to their bairns. I dinna ken what I was supposed to do, but I studied hard just as she asked.”

“Now my brother Willie, I idolized him.  He could do no wrong as far as I was concerned,” Jamie said with a wistful look on his face, his eyes glistening. “Lord, I was a true pest! I followed him everywhere he went, never chased me away. I mimicked everything he did or tried to. He was to be the next Laird, no’ me,” he said with some guilt in his voice. “He woulda been the better choice for it.”

“Why so?”

“He loved the land, the farm. No’ that I don’t, mind ye, but he woulda stayed at Lallybroch. No’ like me. I kent I had something else to do.”

He went on to tell her about playing with Ian his best friend and his sister Jenny. Bossy one she is and a true meddler. Jenny took over the household when Mam died. He told her tales of going fishing in a burn, sword fights with sticks, climbing trees, and a broken arm from falling out of a tree.

“Did I tell ye about the time Ian and I set the barn on fire? Accidental like, ye ken?” He looked rather sheepish in the telling. “Weel, it happened just after I turned fifteen.”

“Did ye get it,” I asked anxiously as I grabbed Ian by the arm pulling him into the barn.

“Aye, I did.” Ian looked around making sure that they were alone. He looked nervous. 

“We’re alone here ye numpty. Where is it?”

He pulled out a fairly crumpled handkerchief from his jeans pocket. The unwrapped bundle revealed a cigarette, somewhat bent, but intact. A half empty book of matches was withdrawn from his other pocket.

Standing there the two boys looked at the cigarette with great reverence. It was the symbol of their burgeoning manhood. They thought of emulating cool Hollywood icons, Steve McQueen, James Dean, Paul Newman, or Marlon Brando with a cigarette hanging from their lips.

“What if we get caught, Jamie? Our Das will kill us.” Second thoughts raced through Ian’s mind wanting to forget the whole idea.

“Nah, we’re safe here. They’re in the fields and willna be back for a few hours,” he grinned.  “Ye watched yer faither smokin’ one. So, how do we do it?”

Sighing, he acquiesced to the plan. “He does something like this.” Ian placed the cigarette in his mouth, letting it dangle trying to look ‘cool’. Instead, he looked like a bird with a worm drooping from its beak.  He struck the match and the smell of sulfur floated about the barn. The flame ignited the end turning the tip red and glowing. He took a tentative inhale causing the paper to blacken. The fragrant scent of burning tobacco lifted and borne upon the air current. He choked, coughed, and his eyes began to water. His wame twisted and turned with the collywobbles.

“‘Tis good,” he exclaimed lying, not wanting to look unmanly.

“Ye try.”

Jamie dubiously scrutinized his friend/brother. “Ye dinna look so good.” He took the cigarette afraid to look the coward, took a deep inhale, held his breath, eyes bulging wide, and expelled the blue-grey smoke in one giant cough. He continued to cough, sputter, gag, and felt the bile rise to his throat.

“I dinna ken why anyone would wanna tae do this! It tastes nasty, burns my throat and makes me wanna puke.”

At that moment, the laddies heard the return of their fathers from the fields.

They looked at each other with abject horror on their faces, knowing they would soon be caught.

“Damn it, Jamie. I thought ye said they would be gone for a while.” Ian grabbed the cigarette threw it down trying to stomp on it but did not see where it had dropped.

“He told me they would be gone for about an hour or two! They must have finished early.”

They ran to the barn door just in time to see their fathers cresting the hill.

“Did ye put it out?”

“I dinna ken. I think so. It got buried in the hay.”

“Jamie, lad where are ye? Have ye finished yer chores?” Brian Fraser called out in his deep rumbling voice.

“Och, Brian, ye ken they’re probably off on some mischief.” Auld John chuckled. “Ye ken what they’re...what’s that smell? Like something’s burning.” He raised his long straight nose in the air and began to sniff.  His eyes drifted toward the barn. “FIRE!!!!”

All the heads swiveled toward the barn. It was on fire. 

“Christ,” Jamie exclaimed looking at the back of the barn where they had just been. “Ian get water, I’ll get the horses out. NOW.”

Ian nodded his head and ran hell-for-leather to find the hose to drag it into the barn.

The horses were stamping, snorting, large heads tossing in agitation, eyes wide rolling wildly in their sockets while trying to break free from their stalls.

Donas, the massive ill-tempered black, gnashed his teeth. 

“Sin, na biodh eagal ort a-nis. Tha mi an seo.”     

Jamie took his shirt off threw it over the head of the black leading him out of the stall. He ran back leading the other two horses to safety.

Ian had returned with the hose dousing the fire putting it out.

Their fathers had arrived breathless from running to find everything under control.

“Care tae explain this?!”

Squaring his shoulders, standing to his full height and taking a deep breath (while commending his soul to God), Jamie told the truth taking the full blame. “I talked Ian into taking one of his Da’s cigarettes. The blame for everything should rest on me. I’m sorry Da.”

“Ye canna take the whole blame. I had a part in this also. ‘Tis my fault as much as his. I’m sorry too Da.”

Jamie stood with his hands clasped in front of him awaiting judgment and punishment to be pronounced. Likewise, Ian stood straight, hands at his side, ready to hear his sentence like a convict before a judge.

“Bairn, get ye tae the rail. Brian’s hands went to unbuckle his belt.

“Both of ye.” Auld John said in a tone that would brook no argument.

 “No. Sir.”

“Defiant too, I see. Whatever has gotten into that thick skull of yers, son? Are ye testing me?” Brian asked his face red with fury.

“No, sir. I am no’ testing ye. I just think that I should be punished as a man, no’ as a boy. I have admitted my wrongdoing, seen the error of it, and willing tae take my punishment as a man would, sir.”

 “Oh, ye think ye are a man now? Would a man be as careless and start such a fire, hmm? I think no’. Over tae the fence and let’s get on with it.”

“No, Da. Ye need tae punish me as a man, no’ as a boy.”

The two fathers walked away from the boys to confer with each other.

“Man!” Brian snorted sarcastically. “I’ll gie ye a chance tae prove yer a man. As a man, ye should choose yer own punishment. But, I warn ye, if it is not serious enough ye will be over that fence faster than a thought going between a lad and a lass.”

This was an unexpected turn of events.

Jamie and Ian also went to consult with each other and came back with a plan.

Jamie cleared his throat then began, “We have caused considerable damage tae the barn, so we thought we could repair whatever was destroyed in the fire on our free-time after school and weekends. We’ll clean out the old storage shed tae make room for the horses tae stay until the barn is repaired and we’ll take care of the horses, feeding, watering, grooming them, and mucking out the shed. In addition to our regular chores.”

“Ye ken that means ye have to give up yer after-school activities and sports.”

“Aye, Da we ken. We want tae prove we are responsible for our actions and make amends. We’ll explain to coach why we canna participate.”

The two young men stood patiently awaiting the acceptance or rejection of their proposed punishment.

Their fathers looked at each other and smiled. 

“Get ye gone, lad. Tell your sister that four men are hungry for their supper.”

Jamie turned to look at his Sassenach after telling her this tale.

"Strange, the things you remember. The people, the places, the moments in time burned into your heart forever, while others fade into the mist. I've always known I would live a life different from other men. When I was a lad, I saw no path to take in front of me. I simply took a step and then another. Moving ever forward, ever onward. Rushing towards someplace, I kent not where. Then one day, I turned around and looked back. I realized that each step I'd taken was a choice. To go left, to go right, to go forward, or maybe no’ go at all. Every day, every man has to make a choice between right and wrong, between love and hate, and even between life and death. And the sum of those choices becomes your life. The day I realized that I became a man.”

There was a faraway look on his sweet face, seeing memories of a time long gone.

“My Da was a strict man, but fair. That day I saw him bend and it made me mindful of what it meant to be a man. A man is one who cares for his family, his community, his friends, his land. He takes responsibility for his actions every day of his life. From that day, I kent I wanted to be just like him. I took things more serious like after that day.”

Jamie paused in telling his story drawing Claire to him gathering the strength to continue from her nearness.

“It...It was after my parents and Willie deaths that I decided to become a doctor.  I thought I should do something to help other people, ye ken. Since my heart was broken, I thought I would become a heart surgeon so I could fix other people’s broken hearts and give them a second chance. Does this make sense tae ye, Claire?”

“Perfect sense.”

His hands went to her waist, pulling her even closer to him anchoring himself to her. He rested his chin on the top of her wooly cap. “Do ye think me becoming a doctor and helping people is what my Mam meant about doing something important that would affect a lot of people?”

“I don’t know if she knew you would become a doctor, Jamie but you help so many people because you are. That is something important. The one thing that I do know is she would be so proud of you.” 

“Thank ye, Sassenach, for listening.” He clasped her close to him feeling her love permeate out into him warming him to the bone.

He kissed her tenderly on the lips then gave her a little push back looking into her warm amber eyes. 

“Enough about me. What about ye, my Sassenach, what was it like growin’ up for ye?”

Claire reciprocated in kind.  Telling him of her Travels with Lamb.  She laughed saying she always thought that maybe it should be the title of a book. Besides Lamb, there was Firouz, a manservant in her uncle’s employ. Far from being just a steward, Firouz became a beloved second uncle.

Her uncle undertook her education with Claire studying by lamplight each night. On her own, she learned enough of the local language and customs which allowed her to play with the village children. She also learned how to do many things not normally suited for a young lady of gentle birth, digging latrines, hauling water, building campfires, cataloging artifacts, and generally helping her uncle with his excavations.

The trio traveled the world together. India, Egypt, Peru, Mexico were by far the most frequented archeological sites. There once was a summer spent in Paris, while Lamb helped organize an exhibition at the Louvre.

“When I first went with my uncle I was five years old. Poor Firouz, he more or less became my nanny. I spent all my time with him whilst my uncle worked in the field.”

“Come little one! We must hurry to the market before the Aljaddat buy everything.  If we do not get there soon, whatever is left will not even be fit for the dogs.”  

The child’s legs were no match for the long graceful strides of the man. So, she simply gave up and sat down in the dirt road in her pretty pink dress, white pinafore, white ankle socks with lace trim, and black mary jane shoes. The dust and sand blew around her, covering her in a fine layer of dirt. Her face was gritty, and her curly hair a magnet for grim. The road traffic, braying donkeys and bleating goats, people on foot, children running amongst the animals and pedestrians, passed around her without so much as a glance. No one paid attention to the strange forlorn little girl sitting on the ground.

The man continued to talk believing that the child remained at his side. He stopped when she did not answer him and froze. He looked around and she was gone. Where did she go? Firouz, fearing the worst, began to run quickly retracing his steps only to find her sitting waif-like in the road. He ran to her picked her up cradling her to him. He ran his hands over her, checking her for any obvious sign of injury. Thank Allah, she was sound.

“What were you doing, child? Why were you sitting there?”

“I couldn’t walk that fast.” She looked up at his face speaking in a tiny tremulous voice, “I thought you left me too.” Claire buried her face into the crook of his neck, sobbing.

‘You are a foolish man, Firouz’, he berated himself. ‘She is so small, how could she keep up with you? And after everything that has happened to her? You must be more careful.’ He felt guilty for almost losing the Professor’s niece. But he was a bachelor in the service of a bachelor. What did he know of children, especially a little girl? 

“Do not cry Aziz, I will never leave you.” He wiped her face with the sleeve of his tunic. “Let us go to the market, I will carry you.”

“My name is Claire, not Az...Azz”

“Aziz, little one. To me you are Aziz.”

“What does that mean, Aziz?”

“It means beloved.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled.

“Come, let us go, before there is nothing left, only food not even fit for the dogs.”

Claire, snuggled against him and gave a little giggle.

Five Years Later -

“Come onnnn, Uncle Firouz, what is taking you so loooong?” Claire now age ten, ran ahead of her Uncle. She was indistinguishable from the other street urchins, dressed in loose white gallabya decorated with colorful embroidery and a floppy hat on her head. The sun had kissed her once porcelain skin turning it a warm golden brown. Her hair glowed with strands of gold, copper, and auburn scattering amid her dark brown curls. The child was thriving and happy, Firouz thought and was pleased. Although, there were moments when he could still see terrible sadness in those remarkable topaz eyes.

Claire ran back to her Uncle grabbed his hand pulling him toward the market. “Uncle Firouz if we don’t hurry then the Aljaddat will buy the best and ...”

“We will get what is not fit even for the dogs,” he said with a laugh. “You do pay attention, Aziz.”

Claire’s shining eyes looked up at him with affection, “Yes, Uncle I do.” 

Claire ran amongst the stalls picking, choosing, and bargaining just as her Uncle had taught her. It amused him to watch her haggle, hands on her hips, pretending that the quality of the merchandise was poor and negotiating for a better price. She was an amazing child this child of his heart.

 After purchasing what they needed, they walked to a cafe where her guardian would sit and take coffee with a friend.

“You have done well Aziz and earned a treat.” He reached into a pocket gave her some coins. “Go and buy yourself something. But do not be long, we must get back to the camp.” He touched her cheek tenderly, “Now shoo.”

To Claire, the bazaar was a magical place. The sights, the sounds, the smells that wafted around her enticed her to come nearer much as a moth dangerously circled close to a flame. All the tents, shops, and stalls were decorated with colorful pennants and banners, blue, red, yellow, green, offsetting the drab desert colors of neverending orange-yellow sand and dreary beige landscapes. Flags swayed gently in the breeze beckoning her forward like a finger curling in temptation. Many of the shopkeepers knew her by name and called to her hawking their wares.

She didn’t know what to do with her few coins. Should she buy herself a treat of some candy or a sweet bun? Perhaps she should save it as Lamb’s birthday was near and she wanted to get him a little present.

She wandered the maze of the marketplace, looking at this and that but finding nothing she wanted. Suddenly a gust of wind rose up around her carrying a spicy, herbal smell on the air that she had never noticed before. The aroma pulled at her with an almost mystical proportion weaving around her transporting her to it. She followed the fragrance to a tent where a woman was busy grinding something. She shyly crept forward watching the woman work.

“Do you wish to watch, child?”

Claire nodded. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making medicines.”

“Why?”

“Because some people come to me for help when they are sick.”

“But there are doctors and hospitals for that.”

“Some people prefer the old ways, the more natural ways, and sometimes people cannot afford to go to doctors or hospitals. So, they come to me.”

Inching closer, she peered into the bowl. She wrinkled her nose at the unfamiliar odor.

“These are coriander seeds.”

“What’s it for?”

“It can be used for many things. Like relieving pain and stiffness in joints, headaches, stomach aches, like when you eat too many sweets!” The woman tickled Claire’s belly and laughed broadly showing a number of missing teeth.

“Would you like to try?”

Her head nodded vigorously.

Pulling up a stool for Claire to kneel on, she began to show her how to grind and crush with a mortar and pestle. They laughed at some of the seeds escaping over the rim of the bowl.

The sound of grinding and scraping filled the little enclosure. The healer showed her novice different herbs and spices explaining what each was used for and how to make tisanes and ointments with each. 

A great shadow darkened the entrance, “What are you doing with my niece, witch?” said a deep male voice brusquely.

“I am not a witch!!” the woman spurted out angrily. “It is always the same. Women who have knowledge of healing are condemned as witches.” 

Claire looked from her Uncle to her new friend in complete confusion. “Uncle, she was only showing…”

“Enough, Aziz, we must be going. It is getting late.” Firouz spoke more sharply than he had intended. 

“Yes, young one, it is late. You must go back with your Uncle.”

“Will I see you again?”

The woman looked at Firouz who scowled fiercely at her. “No, child, I will be gone by the morning.” Carefully, so as not to be seen, she slipped a small pouch into Claire’s hand and whispered, “Something to remember me by. Do not show it to anyone. It will help you when you heal.”

Claire gave a little nod, slipped it into a pocket murmuring thank you.

“We are leaving Aziz. Come.” Firouz took her small hand in his large one guiding her out of the shelter.

“Why were you so upset, Uncle? She was just teaching me her ways of healing. It was interesting.”

“Aziz, women like her are often looked upon as witches. The villagers might think of you in the same way if they see you with her. It could only bring trouble for you if they do. I only want to protect you, my precious girl,” he said with a sad smile.

 That night Claire spoke with her Uncle Lamb about what had happened.  He thought it all stuff and nonsense as he did not share the villagers’ superstitions. 

“Claire, the most important thing you need to learn, even though we do not share their beliefs, it is to respect them.”

“Even if their beliefs are wrong, Uncle?”

“Even if they are wrong. You must remember, my heart, that these people have never been more than a day’s ride away from where they were born. They live in small villages, and among the oases.  They don’t know anything else other than the superstitions and beliefs that have been passed down over the centuries. It is hard to blame them as they don’t know any better or different.

“But shouldn’t we tell them it’s wrong?”

Lamb considered for a moment what to say, “My precious girl, you have a kind heart, this I know and you would like to help people, but changing long-held beliefs takes a very, very long time to take place. It can happen, but not as quickly as you or I would like. Have faith that someday it will come about.”

“That was the lady’s name...Iman. She told me it means to be faithful.”

He pulled his niece onto his lap, cuddling her close to his heart. “I love you my Claire, you are my heart’s own child.” He kissed the top of her curly head.

Lamb sat in quiet contemplation before speaking again.

“Firouz, I think we should encourage Claire’s interest in healing.  What do you say?” 

“As you wish, Professor.”

“There is one proviso, my dear girl, and that is if Firouz or I think you should not go to visit one of these healers, you will obey our instructions.” Lamb raised an inquiring eyebrow to her.

“I’ll listen to you and Uncle Firouz. I promise. Thank you, Uncles.” Claire snuggled into Lamb’s chest, feeling safe and loved.

“As we traveled to different countries, I spent time with the local healer, herbalists, shaman, or curanderos learning how they healed the sick and what herbs they used. I think that Iman set me on my path to becoming a healer, a doctor that afternoon.”

“I have one question for ye Sassenach, what was in the pouch?”

“Ah, well there was dried mint and thyme leaves, coriander seeds, and a small uncut, unpolished sapphire. Sapphires help to channel healing energy from one person to another.  Very essential for any healer to have, wouldn’t you say. I kept the pouch in memory of Iman, my first medical teacher. The herbs are all dust now, but the sapphire is still there.”

“Yer a verra fine doctor, Sassenach. Iman would be proud.”

Claire kept her arms wrapped around her Scot, holding him close, resting her head on his chest.

“Thank you, Jamie, for always being there for me.” Standing on her toes she reached up and tenderly kiss him.  She relaxed into his embrace feeling loved and cared for.

They stood holding each other within the sanctuary of their cocoon enjoying the warm feelings from sharing parts of their life story with each other. 

Their heads rose listening to the stramash slowly headed their way.  A voice carried on the swell of the air currents. It sounded like a woman scolding someone, scolding, a child. The voice sounded familiar. It carried a certain lilt to it. Scottish. 

“Rabbie, ye wee gomeral! Dinna stick yer brother’s head in the snow, aye. He canna breathe in there.”  

The figures drew closer, a man and a woman, an elderly couple. Accompanying them were two children, two boys and rambunctious ones at that. Always one with a good eye for detail, Jamie was certain he had met the couple before. The man had a jaunty set to his cap, a commanding height, and the spectacles were placed on the tip of his nose. The woman also was tall, but not as tall as the man, grey hair, and had a certain fullness of figure, grandmother-like. 

“Sassenach, ‘tis Harry and Maizie from the plane. I dinna think we would ever see them again,” he said a wide smile playing across his sweet mouth.

Jamie raised his arm waving it furiously loudly calling out, “mo charaid.”

***********

Oh, Jamie! I saw it happen. Those little buggers. It was a drive-by snowballing. They ran off that way.  --  I adapted this from the movie Mrs. Doubtfire and the drive-by fruiting. RIP Robin Williams

Sin, na biodh eagal ort a-nis. Tha mi an seo  -- Hush, don’t be afraid. I am here now.

Aljaddat   --  Grandmothers

Aziz  --  Beloved

Gallabya  --   is a traditional Egyptian garment native to the Nile Valley.

Iman  --  to be faithful

#edinburgh to boston #chapter 10 #getting to know you #outlander fic #my writing #growing up #cigarette #fire #egypt #healer #Harry and Maizie return #bet you didn't see that coming #curlsgetdemgurls #julesbeauchamp #we are almost at the end #Here Goes Nothing

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La Retour de Foi Chapter 5

A/N: I cannot even begin to say how thankful I am for all the support. I truly didn’t think anyone would read this fic, and I’m so grateful to you all for the support. Here, the game of near-misses come to an end. 

[EDIT] I hadn’t realized before we posted, but @thelallybrochlibrary‘s Librarian Julia reviewed this fic in their Monday recommendations. It’s very sweet and I’m crying. 

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“Now, dinna embarrass me, please,” Kitty begged her father as they heard the doorbell ring.

“When have I done that, a nighean?” Ian asked sincerely.

Kitty shivered, remembering Kirk McDougal in school and how she couldn’t look him in the eye for weeks after he had picked her up for a date and met her father. She didn’t answer and instead opened the door for her friend to come in.

“Miss me?” Faith asked with a quick hug. Kitty wasn’t usually one for hugs, but she also didn’t usually meet someone she got on with so well in such a short time.

“No’ a chance.” They shared a laugh. “C’mon then, I’ll introduce ye to my siblings.”

“Oh, how many do you have?”

“Besides Ian? Five plus the two in-laws.”

Faith’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline and she shook her head. “Jeez. Seven of you?”

“Aye, don’t ye have any siblings?”

Faith shook her head, chewing on her lip. “My parents couldn’t have kids. I’m adopted and I don’t have any siblings.”

Kitty breezed past the potential minefield of a topic with ease. “Oh, well, you’re in for quite the shock, lass.” She led Faith from the foyer into the sitting room where most of the family was.

“Everyone!” Kitty announced and they all looked up. “This is my friend, Faith. Faith, this is everyone.”

The small room barely had an open seat with all of the Murrays inside and Faith’s eyes were wide. A chorus of greetings assaulted her ears. “Hello,” she answered back, suddenly a little shy.

Kitty took the initiative. “Over there is my older brother Jamie and Joan and o’course their wean, Henry. The auld coot next to them is Paul-”

“Och, shut yer gob.”

“-My older sister Maggie’s husband. I think Maggie’s in the kitchen helpin’ Ma, most like.”

“She is, who’s this then?” A short girl, nearly the spitting image of Mrs. Murray stood up to them and sized up Faith.

“This is my baby sister, Janet. Be nice, Janet, wee Faith here is my friend.”

“I’m always nice, how dare ye, Kitty-”

“Anyway, the twins are over yonder, Caity and Mike. And of course ye already ken Ian.”

Faith knocked shoulders with the boy as Kitty spoke and he greeted her warmly.

“So where do you fall in the lineup?” Faith asked.

“He’s the youngest.” They turned to see Ian the Elder sitting in a chair by the TV. “Glad ye could make it, Faith. We’ve been expecting ye.”

Faith smiled and nodded. “I wish I’d known there were going to be so many people, I’d hate to saddle you with one more mouth to feed.”

He waved away the notion. “Nonsense, yer welcome anytime in our house, at our table, to our food.”

His wife walked out of the kitchen just now with a young woman following behind her—Maggie, Faith presumed. Mrs. Murray took one look at Faith and turned up her nose. “Nicetoseeyou,” she said quickly as she turned away from the visitor. “Alright you lot,” she said to the army of Murrays now standing at attention to their mother. “I am in need of some good mushrooms for tonight’s meal. Go on now inta the forest and get some.”

There was a chorus of protestation by most of the older siblings before Jenny turned her eye on them. “I willna ask again. Ye know what ta do. And I hope those of ye who have wandered away from yer dear parents havena forgotten where ta look.”

“C’mon, Faith, I ken the perfect spot,” Kitty said taking Faith’s arm.

“She can stay here with me and yer father, Kitty. The forest isna place for those who dinna ken it.” Jenny crossed her arms over her chest and Kitty sighed.

“Dinna listen to anything my Da says, promise?” Kitty whispers.

“I promise, hurry back.” Faith took a seat by Ian as the siblings filed out the back door.

“Some tea while we wait?” Jenny asked. “How d’ye take it, Faith?” She stopped a moment. “Ye do take tea, I assume?”

Faith nodded. “I’ll just take a little milk if that’s alright.”

Jenny set back into the kitchen to get the tea and Faith folded her hands in her lap.

“Now, Faith, what brings ye to these parts of the Highlands?” Ian asked, stretching out his good leg.

Faith colored at those words and looked down. “Eh, my family’s from around here.”

“Ye don’t say. Who are they?”

She fidgeted in her seat. “The McTavishes, Emma and Graham.”

“I canna say as I recall them living around here, and I’ve lived here all my life. What was yer Ma’s maiden name?”

“MacKenzie, I believe.”

“Ah, yes, plenty of them around these parts.” Ian nodded thoughtfully and thanked his wife as she set the tea before them. “Say, Jenny, ye ken anything about a Graham McTavish or an Emma MacKenzie?”

“Och, ye mean besides me own mother being a MacKenzie, I dinna ken anyone named Emma, though.”

“Fancy that, Faith.” Ian stared right into her eyes, right into her very soul. “Who’da thought we might be related.”

She felt her skin flush and her heart beat wildly.

“Something the matter, lass?”

She shook her head. “I don’t- I- how did you know?”

Jenny groaned a very Scottish groan. “Och, how could we not have. For Christ-sake, yer the spitting image of yer Ma.” She stirred her tea angrily. “And just where was yer heid at, lass? Comin’ here without tellin’ a soul who ye were and creepin’ about with my daughter?”

Faith’s face had turned very red and she shook her head. “I wasn’t creeping, Mrs. Murray. I- I- please you have to understand.”

“By all means.” She threw the spoon on the table with a clang. “Explain yourself!”

Faith took a deep breath and gripped the arm-rests of the chair.

“I’ve always been a wanderer, never really belonging anywhere. I was a Brit growing up in Maine until I went to North Carolina for university and I traveled. Then I was in medical school in Boston, closer to my Mom than I had been in years but I still didn’t feel like I had a home. So I tried to give back to the world in MSF and I kept traveling, looking for my place.” She chewed on her lip. “I always knew I was adopted, my parents never hid it from me. But I never thought I’d meet my real parents and I honestly thought I didn’t care. And then, earlier this week while I was visiting some friends in London before going home for good, I get this call from my Mom. She got an email from someone claiming to be my real mother.” Faith closed her eyes tight and shook her head, collecting herself.

“She asked if it was ok that she respond and send some pictures of me: my childhood and school pictures, some pictures from my travels and things like that. I was in shock, I just said yes. For my whole life, I hadn’t thought of my real parents as anything more than a dream, nothing tangible. And here I am, on the same island as them, with the name of the village they live in. Before I’d even really considered what I was doing, I’d hopped on a train and was heading up. It wasn’t until I got to the village that I realized how completely insane this whole idea was and that I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing. But then I met Kitty and Ian and...Bree and Roger. And I didn’t know who they were when I met them, you have to believe me. And when I did find out, I didn’t know how to tell them and I didn’t want to because finally-... Finally I’d felt like I’d found my place, like I’d found my family.” She was crying now, tears streaming from her amber eyes. “This whole thing was just a big misunderstanding and I shouldn’t have come here, I’m so sor-”

Before she could finish her apology, Jenny grabbed Faith by the shoulders and enveloped her in a hug, tears running down her own face. She stroked the girl’s hair as she cried and whispered to her. “Shh, it’s alright, it’s alright. Ye’re clearly yer da’s daughter as well as yer mam’s, coming up here without a second thought. I’d expect nothing less of a Fraser looking for her family. Shh, shh, it’s alright now.”

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Murray,” Faith gasped in between her tears.

“Now, enough of that. Ye’re forgiven, a nighean.” She pulled back from the hug to wipe the tears from Faith’s face. “And ye’re to call me Aunt Jenny, ye hear me?”

Faith nodded emphatically. “Yes, Aunt Jenny.”

“And ye’re to stay the night at ours.”

“But-” She began to protest but closed her mouth with the look given her. “Yes Aunt Jenny.”

“Welcome home, Faith.” She looked to see Ian, also with tears in his eyes. She gave him a hug too and he patted her back. “There’s nothing to worry about now. We’ll arrange everything with yer parents about a proper greeting.”

Faith pulled back, face white. “I- are you sure?”

He nodded. “Jamie and Claire’ll be off work tomorrow to prepare for the reunion on Saturday. We’ll see about talking to them tomorrow.”

“Reunion?”

“Aye, the first ever Fraser-Murray Family Reunion this Saturday, put up by yer parents up at Lallybroch.” He chuckled. “Ye picked a fair time to show up, eh?”

“They won’t be- will they-”

“Dinna be afraid, Faith. They won’t be cross wi’ ye. If anything, they’ll be mad with joy.”

The door to the outside opened and a storm of feet brought the Murray clan back in.

“Well Ma, if this isn’t enough mushrooms from now until the end of the world, I dinna ken what to tell ye.” They turned to see Kitty holding up a bag of mushrooms cleaned off with the garden hose. She stopped when she saw Faith, eyes red from crying. She whirled on her father. “Da, what the he-, och what are ye doin’ upsetting my friend? I told ye not to say anything funny to her and-”

Faith let out a laugh and placed a hand on Kitty’s shoulder. “Kitty, Kitty, please, can we talk? I’ve got something I want- no, something I need to tell you.”

xXx

“Bree? Roger? Will you come and sit down with us?” Claire’s voice was strong and Jamie’s hand felt heavy and safe in her’s as the two young people stopped on their way to the door.

Bree overlooked the scene: her parents seated side-by-side and her younger brother scowling and arms crossed sitting on the opposite couch. She hoped this wasn’t a “lecture William” session. Fergus’s smile was reassuring however, with Marsali sitting next to him on the couch adjacent to Claire and Jamie.

“Is it important, Mama? Roger and I were about to meet Kitty and Ian at the pub,” Bree asked, glancing at Roger from the corner of her eye.

“Actually it is rather important. Please sit down.” Claire gestured to the couch. Bree and Roger sat next to William, waiting on edge and expectantly.

Clarie took a breath. “Did you want to-?” She asked Jamie but he shook his head. “Alright, as you all know, I’m sure. Your father and I-...after we got married, we made some less than savory acquaintances and some bad choices to go along with those.”

“The Independence Movement is a noble choice to consider, just to be clear,” Jamie clarified. “But yer Mam and I, weel, we went about it the wrong way.”

“We were young, and didn’t fully understand what we were getting ourselves into. And we paid the price for it.” She cleared her throat. “As you know, we’d had another child, a girl. But your father was in prison and I-” She swallowed the tears down again. “I wasn’t dealing with it well, and was in a hospital for psychiatric care.”

Jamie gripped her shoulder again and nodded to her that he would take the lead. “Yer sister was placed with another family. We were told it would be temporary, but-” He smiled sadly. “It turned out not to be the case. Bree would have been too young to remember. Fergus, you might.”

Fergus looked pensive as he chewed on his thoughts. “Yes, I recall you trying to get her back when I first came here with you.” He shook his head. “I had forgotten, in all honesty. I never think of it.” Marsali rubbed his shoulder and he patted her leg.

Claire had composed herself and shook her head. “You are probably wondering why we’re airing out all of this dirty laundry right now.”

The group nodded curiously.

“The family that adopted your sister moved to America when she was a child. I’ve only just this week been able to contact the mother and I’ve received some news and some pictures about her. And if you would like to know about them, about her, we would like to share them with you.”

Claire opened the laptop on her lap, waiting a moment.

“Does this mean she’ll be visiting?” William asked, arms still crossed, but no longer scowling.

“It doesna mean anything yet, mo bhalach,” Jamie said with a smile. “We havena even heard from yer sister, Faith, yet. She’s traveling at the current moment.”

“Yes, from what we’ve heard, it would seem she’s quite the globetrotter.” Claire sounded very proud but then frowned. “We want to make sure that you know that no matter what happens with Faith, that she is not replacing any of you. There is plenty of love to go around.”

Bree nodded and glanced at Roger. William stood and went over to sit beside his mother. Fergus and Marsali gathered beside them to peer at the computer screen. Claire maneuvered it to be more visible and pointed to the screen.

“Look, there’s her as a teen, and as a baby. This is her in South Africa, and I think this one is the most recent-”

“She’s got a lot of tattoos,” William commented.

“You’re still not getting one.” Jamie’s voice was firm, but when he looked back to the pictures, his smile was one of a proud father.

“I like that sweater,” Marsali commented, pointing at the screen. “D’ye think ye could ask where she got it?”

Claire nodded. “Absolutely, we’ll have to.”

“A right braw lass, it looks. I’d love to meet her.” Marsali nodded as she spoke.

Roger squeezed Bree’s hand and she looked back up at him.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Bree said. “It’s just- This isn’t what I had been expecting to hear today.”

“Take your time. It’s alright.”

“What about you? How are you taking it?”

Roger shrugged. “I must admit that I hadna been expecting it either. But it is exciting news, is it no’? Regardless of where she comes from, she is yer blood, and she’s alive and safe.”

Bree looked over at her family glued to the computer.

“You go. Tell me if she looks nice.”

Roger chuckled and pecked her cheek before moving behind the couch where Claire sat to see the pictures. He smiled and looked back up to Bree.

“She’s verra cute.” Bree’s jaw dropped. “Well, when she was a wean, anyway.”

“That’s not funny.”

Roger shook his head with a smile. “She quite favors you, doesn’t she, Claire?”

Claire nodded. “And a doctor too. This one is from her time with Doctors Without Borders.”

Roger’s eyes went wide and his face turned white. “Bree, Bree-” he called out.

“What- what is it?” She jumped up.

“You have to come see this!”

xXx

The sun was setting behind the trees at the edge of the field behind the Murray house, giving the whole area an almost unearthly look. After a hearty dinner and much connecting as a family, a game of football was suggested. The old ball was dug out of a closet and inflated. Two garden chairs, a broken off broomstick stuck into the ground, and an old car tire stood for goal posts. Brown, gold, and red hair flew in the wind as the cousins ran through the last ethereal haze of sunshine. Faith couldn’t even remember what team she was on or what the score was or which goal she was even kicking into. But none of that mattered. Her dark brown hair bounced in thick curls behind her as she ran to the goal away from her shouting cousins--so caught up in that word (Cousins, plural, and not to mention who they were and how much she already loved them) that no one even noticed the commotion happening indoors.

“C’mon inside, the lot of ye, dessert is ready,” Ian the Elder called out from the low wall separating the field from the Murray’s backyard. Faith let the laugh in her breath play out as she fell next to Kitty behind Ian and Mike. She peeked at the girl beside her, still fearful of any animosity she was harboring. Faith’s look was greeted with a wide smile and an arm slung over her shoulders.

“Ma should be making her famous tarts,” Kitty told her. “Ye’ll love it.”

“I’ll have to get the recipe.” She wrapped her own arm around Kitty’s middle, hand placed on the opposite shoulder.

“Aye. And-” Kitty bit her lip. “Ye’ll have to come visit me, in Glasgow. My boyfriend, Geordie, he couldna come ‘cause of work. But he’d love to meet ye. I can show ye all my favorite shops and we can go see a show.”

Faith nodded. “I’d love that, Kitty.” She wasn’t sure when or how, but she would see to it that she went.

The clan piled their way into the house, suddenly stopping. Kitty frowned as everyone looked back at Faith.

“What is it now? I need to eat some tarts!” She stood on her toes to see over the heads of her siblings and her eyes went wide. She grabbed Faith’s arms. “Faith- it’s-”

Faith pushed forward, despite Kitty’s hand, making her way to the front of the pack. She let out the breath she was holding, and regarded the group in front of her. Three women, four men. She had never seen them altogether in person before, but she knew them.

“Hello,” she said, folding her hands over her stomach. “My name is Faith. I’m your daughter.”

Chapter 6

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D.U.D.E: Part 3 - Shamrocks & Shenanigans (Set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as ‘Mature / sexual content’ just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it’s Kirby’s inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it’s either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia’s text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men’s dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Gluttony's P.O.V:

"Nope, just me, Mam and Da."

"Any boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancé?"

"That's very forward of you, Eddie."

"I just want to know if there's anyone, other than the girls and Damien, in your life."

"Nope, as far as I'm concerned, I'm by myself."

Eddie nods as he leans back, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he looks at Kirby.

"I have... had friends, back home, T.J, Mike and Yoshi. Haven't spoken to them since I left Wales, though, two years ago." She mutters.

"You have me," Eddie smiles softly before clearing his throat, "and Mox, if you need us, I'm always just a text or phone call away if you need me."

"You'll protect me?" She jokes, cocking an eyebrow as she looks at Eddie.

"Yeah. Sure on TV we're at war right now, but now I know what your 'Boss' is like, and he's an asshole by the way," Eddie grins, "I'm gonna keep you safe whether you like it or not."

"Don't be an ass, Eddie." She chuckles, struggling to keep a straight face as Eddie sticks his tongue out at her.

"you're stuck with me today, kid, so you better get used to this asshole." He winks.

"I'm stuck with you. As in Mox dropped you off so you'll be with me all day?"

"Exactly, so put up and shut up. Where's your car anyway? We can talk and drive, get you to relax around me, too."

Kirby looks over at Eddie whilst they walk to the car. He glances over at her, smiling as he takes a drag of his cigarette, finishing it before getting into the car. The moment she turns the car on her music comes on, quiet but still loud enough to hear, 'The Have Nots' by House of Pain.

"Oh man, you listen to House of Pain?"

"Yeah, why? Do you want me to turn it off?"

"Nah, how do I turn it up?" Eddie asks, messing with the buttons and dials inside of the car before Kirby can give him an answer.

After an hour of silence from Kirby, Eddie snaps slightly at the lack of conversation.

"I know you can talk, so why the fuck have you given me nothing but silence? Did I offend you somehow? What have I done?" Eddie asks, or rather, demands.

Kirby stays silent, pulling up at a new hotel, or more accurately motel, and parking.

"The fuck are we doin' here?"

"Eddie, if we stayed at the hotel we were at last night Damian would know. If we stay here, no one except us knows." She explains softly, her tone like a mother dealing with an unruly child.

"Oh... smart move," Eddie mumbles, "Well, when we get a room you gotta pretend that ya datin' me."

"Beth y uffern [What the hell]? I'm not... why the fuck would I do that?" Kirby stammers, her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised as far as they can go.

"Beth... what? Because ya have ta, or else people might get suspicious." Eddie shrugs, getting out of the car and opening Kirby's door before she even realises he's on her side of the car.

"But why?"

"But why," Eddie whines mockingly, "Let me put you in my shoes for a second, kid. Guy of my age rolls up at a shady, cheap-lookin', motel with a young, pretty lookin', gal like you, are ya gettin' the picture?"

"Oh," Kirby gasps, "I see... I am not, you know, a red light special, so to speak."

"A red light special? Like the TLC song?"

"Yeah," Kirby whispers as she walks beside Eddie, "I like 'em attentive and I like 'em in control, you know what I mean?" She chuckles softly.

Eddie shakes his head as he chuckles, getting his suitcase out of the trunk, before heading to the front desk, and getting the first available room.

The room's small, bathed in pink light from the sunlight streaming through the, still drawn, curtains. Kirby heads to the bathroom and stops in her tracks, in front of her is a small room, barely lit from the pink lightbulb above her head, she turns around and blocks Eddie's way into the bathroom.

"What's up with you? Need me to leave while ya piss or somethin'?" He grunts, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the bright pink of Kirby's cheeks, her scar almost managing to blend into her skin for once.

"Edward, we have a problem." She manages to squeak out.

"Problem? What sorta problem?"

Kirby moves, allowing Eddie to see the heart-shaped bathtub and the, intentional, pink lighting, he chuckles for a moment, then his brain kicks into gear and stops him mid-laugh.

"Oh fuck, there ain't a shower in there?" He asks, the grin dropping from his face.

She shakes her head, "I like some excitement and I like a man that goes." She teases as she walks over to Eddie, jokingly blowing him a kiss before taking her car keys off him, heading to grab her bags from the trunk.

"Now is not the time to quote that song!" He calls after her.

When Kirby returns, Eddie's outside on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and mumbling, what Kirby can only assume is, either rap lyrics or his thoughts to himself.

"You alright, Eddie?" She asks softly as she walks out onto the balcony next to him, "you don't have to put that out now I'm here, you know."

"You got that song stuck in my head, kid, you've got me mumblin' that shit to myself."

"I've got you mumbling Red Light Special to yourself? I guess there are worse songs to think about having sex to... not that you're thinking of having sex with me or anything. God no, why would you want to, I mean, look at me, I'm no man's first choice." Kirby rambles on quietly, her cheeks gradually getting redder as her brain screams at her to shut up.

"Hey kid, you're as pink as that bathtub," Eddie chuckles, patting her shoulder and pulling her into a side hug, "If I were thinkin' of fuckin' ya, I would at least get to know ya first."

"Don't mess with my head, Eddie." She grumbles.

"Or else you'll?" he teases.

"I'll steal your phone, call your mother and explain to her, that her son's making a young lady very uncomfortable."

"Don't you dare, my mother would destroy me with words alone, she'd take my head off with her teeth."

"Ooh, you've got a fiery mother too? Is she a red-head like mine or is she... What's the thing Billie says, Latina or Hispanic?"

"Puerto Rican, my father's Irish though."

"Fully Irish, or like half Irish half somethin' else?" She asks quietly, "My Da's half Irish, half Welsh."

"Fully Irish, I think, I'm not sure though, fairly sure he's part Hulk sometimes... and not smart Hulk, like first movie dumb Hulk."

"I get that. My Ma's half Scottish, so pissing her off is like pulling the pin on a human grenade."

"Ah, so that's where you get your fire in the ring from, you got both Irish and Scottish fire, so it's like a shotgun blast of 'Don't piss her off'."

"Sure... unless you're Damien, and have control over my career, and drag me away from my friends, just to see if working in America will work out."

"Oh really? You wanna talk about that?"

"Yeah, or at least the friends I, used to have, Mike, Ashkii, and Yoshi. Ash always had this joke that hanging out with me and Yoshi meant he was 'hanging with the video game girls'. Yoshi would always tell him he was an idiot for saying things like that." She smiles faintly.

"And what about Mike?"

"Me and Mike... we were as close as a guy and girl can be without dating. People would joke that he was Viscera's son, and I looked like Mideon's daughter, and we were gonna be the next Ministry of Darkness. I managed him for a while, tried to train him and get him to below three-hundred pounds, but nothing ever worked... in a way it was part of his charm, a guy that didn't care about impressing me with his physique, no rippling abs or striking bodybuilder poses as I walked by in the gym, just... playing Reggae music and singing along as he watched me put together that night's plan for after the show."

"Sounds like a great friend." Eddie mumbles, rubbing her back to reassure her, holding her closer when she starts to tear up.

"And then one day, Damien decided he wanted me to become 'Gluttony' and my uncles agreed, a seven-to-one vote stripped me, and my Da, of power over my career..." she takes a shaky breath in, wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands, "...I never wanted to be 'Gluttony', I thought it was horrible as a concept. Luring men who were considered 'out of shape' with the power of overindulgence in the consumable... I would never harm anyone's feelings intentionally and yet there I was, night after night, making jokes at my former best friend's expense, no wonder he kicked me out of our flat. I ended up moving back in with my parents, because I knew if I got a new place I couldn't pay the rent, I... I fucked up through no fault of my own." She whispers, her voice hoarse.

Eddie finishes his cigarette and leads Kirby inside, sitting her on the bed and holding her close, whispering small attempts at reassuring phrases to her.

"I'm sorry, you probably think I'm a wreck or something." She murmurs, only to be met with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"You're not a wreck, you're a kid, who grew up in the wrestling world and never learnt how... tough, the business could be because your dad protected you. How about, I go get us lunch in the car, you stay here and rest. I'll be back before you wake up from your nap, I promise."

"You promise you're not just leaving forever?"

Eddie takes her face in his hands, although rough, the feeling is quite gentle, "I promise on my mother's eyes" He whispers.

After Eddie leaves, Kirby undresses down to her underwear, an (unintentionally) sexy black lacy bra with a pair of TMNT boxer shorts, every one of her tattoos and scars on display for only her to see, and potentially any security cameras placed in the room.

True to his word, Eddie returns before Kirby wakes up, setting out the Chinese food and the small table, almost intentionally like a first date, the two seats parallel to each other, he curses under his breath when he hears her let out a gentle yawn.

"I promise you it's not what it looks like!" He blurts out, his cheeks turning pink momentarily.

"It looks like a conversation set up, two chairs opposite each other, food... perhaps a pint of Guinness? Maybe a can of beer?" She shrugs, getting up before her brain catches up to her body.

"Well, it's not everyday I see a sight like that," Eddie chuckles as Kirby reaches for her discarded t-shirt, bending down and unwittingly giving Eddie the 'perfect view' of her cleavage, "If you want me let me know it." He winks.

"Did you just-"

"Quote Red Light Special, yup."

"Oh thank fuck, I thought your dick had made you go on auto-pilot to flirt with me."

"You don't have a lot of experience with men, do ya?"

"Wrestling them, yes. Socialising with them, no." She admits sheepishly.

"Well, usually a guy will tell a girl they like them, either by actually sayin' somethin' or their body will tell the girl, I think you know how that stuff works though."

"Oh trust me, I have seen plenty of jean crotches being adjusted or covered by men."

"See, jeans can hide it. Just get baggy enough jeans and the problem sorts itself out. Sweatpants, however, they give everything away." Eddie explains, sitting on the edge of the bed.

#eddie kingston fanfiction #eddie kingston x oc #aew fanfiction #aew oc #aew fic #wrestling fic #wrestling oc #D.U.D.E #Daughters Under Darkness Elite #Kirby Gluttony Lucifarian #Kirby Rhydderch #The King Of Hell Damien Lucifarian #Damian Lum #Vi Pride Lucifarian #Viola Nye #Billie Lust Lucifarian #Bienvenida Marino #Geia Greed Lucifarian #Pelageya Winter #Honey Sloth Lucifarian #Honey Di Napoli #Eli Envy Lucifarian #Elinor Herbert #Sara Wrath Lucifarian #Saraid Grady-Sullivan #Eddie Kingston x Kirby Lucifarian #Eddie Moore x Kirby Rhydderch #wrestling fanfiction #Spotify

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Request - AU with Tessa Thompson as a Bodyguard (female reader) Part 1

I am still getting the hang of this! I stupidly replied to the anon request with a question and realized that was the post! Then I panicked and hit delete. I recreated the request from memory, so please forgive me if I paraphrased. Sorry, I’m a dork.

Requested by Anon.

YO!! Can you do an AU where Tessa Thompson is a bodyguard for a female reader? She knows she is not supposed to fall for clients….but the reader is so hot….she can’t help it….smuttiness ensues.

***I liked this concept so much I’m working on a part 2***

***contains brief mention of assault***

“I’m sad to see you go, Mike, but you deserve an early retirement after all you’ve been through. Hellen and the kids are going to be so happy to have you around again.” You kiss the old man on his cheek and get one last whiff of his comforting Old Spice aftershave.

You glance over his shoulder as a woman walks into the room and whispers something to your assistant. She looks at you and then down at the assistant’s tablet. She is strikingly beautiful with gorgeous eyes. Her hair is cropped in a wavy bob. It’s soft, but practical. She wears a black suit, perfectly tailored and her barely there makeup is on point.

”…You are invited to dinner anytime. Hellen makes great Italian food,” says Mike.

“Sounds great. I’d love to.”

The woman approaches Mike and shakes his hand. She looks up at you with those eyes.

“Y/N, this is Tessa Thompson. She is taking over your security detail. We worked together on a project a few years back. She’s the best in the business. When it came time to change the old guard, hers was the first number I called.”

Tessa extends her hand in a cool and professional manner. “Miss [your last name].”

“Tessa, oh my god, you are not going to call me that. It’s Y/N.” You shake her hand. Strong grip. You smile at her wishing she would smile back. Her smile must be amazing, you think. It becomes a project within your subconscious - getting Tessa to smile.

“I just want to go over a few things before we leave. First off, do you take drugs?”

“Wow, right out of the gate…Does weed count?” You laugh.

“No.”

“Then no, I don’t.” Your laugh becomes a tense cough as she deflects your attempt at humor.

“I’ve received a list of your friends and associates from your assistant. I want this list to be as up to date and accurate as possible. Do you understand? Your safety is my primary concern and I need to know that you will follow my instructions.”

“Yes, mam.” It comes out a little more sarcastic than you want it to. In truth, you are getting a little aroused by her lecture and trying to stay cool.

Tessa drives you to the airport and escorts you on the private jet. Neither of you say much. You throw yourself into the songs, listening to tracks with your headphones on. You are always writing and tinkering and experimenting. You wonder if Tessa is a fan of your music. Even if she was, it would be a while before she said so. Damn, she looks good in that suit!

Once inside your hotel room, Tessa takes off her jacket and catches you starring at the gun in its holster.

“An effective bodyguard shouldn’t need to use their gun because they’ve eliminated all potential threats before their client even arrives at the venue.”

“Good to know….So what kind of fight training do you have?”

"If a bodyguard is fighting or drawing their gun they’ve already lost control of the situation.” You playfully stare her down waiting for an actual answer…."Boxing and Jiu-jitsu.”

"Is there something you can show me….for self-defense if you’re not around?”

"Private security is provided at every public event - either myself or if I can’t be there I have a colleague who can fill in.”

"What about private events? What if I’m at Thanksgiving dinner and my cousin Greg goes psychotic and tries to strangle me with one of aunt Gladys’ antique cloth napkins?”

"That seems unlikely.” You detect a hint of a smile.

"Okay, what if I’m on a date?”

"A date.”

"Yeah, I’m alone with a guy and he starts touching me without my consent.”

"I’d be right outside the door -”

"His hand is already up my skirt.”

Tessa pauses a moment. You can see in her eyes this has happened to her. Before the black belt, before the gun. Maybe it’s what made her get into this line of work. “I guess a little self defense training couldn’t hurt. The hotel has a nice gym. Go get changed.”

"You mean now? What about the show?”

"You mean the show that is in five hours? My guys are sweeping the venue in three. We’ve got time.”

You were not expecting her to say yes. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was excited about this. She goes into her adjoining room to change. She emerges wearing an old gray University of Santa Monica t-shirt and bright pink leggings. The splash of color is jarring. It doesn’t fit the image she has presented so far, but you like the surprise.

Tessa brings you over to the mats in the gym and starts demonstrating the main points of attack. “If you are facing your attacker you can make him stagger back with an open palm strike to the nose or throat.” She gently takes your wrist and places it up to her face and puts them where she wants them - not touching her, just really fucking close.

"The next obvious one is the groin.” She demonstrates putting both hands on an invisible attackers shoulders and kicking with her knee. “Now you try.” She waits a second, seeing your apprehension. “I won’t bite.” She cracks a little smile and places both your hands on her shoulders like you’re about to fucking slow dance. Your breath catches in your throat. Her shoulder muscles are amazing. You are trying not to make eye contact. “Now get some leverage, use your core and…don’t actually kick me,” she laughs, “but show me.” You lean in gripping both of her shoulders tighter and pretend to kick her between the legs, stopping only a few inches away from her pussy.

This is madness! You don’t know how much more you can take. Your own arousal is growing. “If an attacker grabs you from behind like this…” She comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your chest. Your heart is pounding. “Shift your hips to one side…” Her hands are on your hips and you can feel your pussy muscles clench in response. She is pressed against your ass. This is becoming less and less ambiguous. You hear her breathing change and for a moment you are both in tune with the mutual attraction of your bodies.

Suddenly someone enters the gym…“Aaand strike at the groin with a closed fist, stomp on the attackers foot. Also, don’t forget to be vocal. Scream, shout whatever. That’s it for today.”

—To be continued—

#Tessa Thompson #valkyrie #bisexual #bodyguard #Tessa Thompson x reader #Tessa Thompson imagine #Tessa Thompson smut #bisexual superhero #women in suits #wlw fic #wlw imagine

[mackenziebrooks23]

Ignite The Fire

Chapter 26- Monday After Wrestlemania 

We were in the same place for Monday Night Raw. Once Seth and I walked in together it was last night all over again. The ones who weren't able to tell us congratulations told us. Aspen my hairdresser was surprised. She said" We do a simple look for tonight honey, just enough to hide your breakouts", I said," Alright do your best". Aspen worked on me and looked good for it to be simple. Once I was done there, I went to go meet with Stephanie.

She said" Tonight your going to open up RAW and talk about last night. Also, keep it simple, everyone knows about Seth and you. Still, have to keep it professional", I said" Yes mam I know, I've learned to keep things private and don't take crap from no one", with a smile. Stephanie smiled back and nodded her head. Because she knew I was talking about her and all the times that she gave me good advice. I finished up with her and went to go find Seth. We talked till it was time for me to go open up. Seth said" Good luck tonight and remember to be professional", I said," Right I have to be the professional one". Seth rolled his eyes and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. He walked away cause it was time for the show. 

I took a breath and I walked out to the crowd. Mike Rome announced" Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the Co-Commissioner of Monday Night Raw...Ryleigh Storm". I gave a couple of people some high fives and walked straight to the ring. I placed my feet on the steps while holding onto the top rope, I guided myself towards the middle of that side. I slid in between the ropes and got into the ring. I walked over to the corner and one of the tech guys handed me a microphone. I walked back to the middle of the ring. Listening to the crowd's voice. Hearing how much they wanted more after the night they had last night. I started to speak, but they kept wanting their voices to be heard. I spoke" Are you going to let me speak", while smiling. They continued their loudness as I spoke once again. " Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Monday Night Raw!!! Tonight is the night after WrestleMania and we could not have made it any better for y'all". Well, for the most part, they loved WrestleMania. There are a few that didn't like it, but that is to everything in the world.

I continued" Last night was incredible. We saw unbelievable moments and moves. We saw titles be retained with power. We saw new champions be crowned with honor''. I was about to talk about those who got gold, but a three-voice theme song overcame the crowd. All you heard was SIERRA HOTEL INDIA ECHO LIMA DELTA......SHIELD. Roman, Dean, and Seth appeared on their set of stairs in the crowd. Michael Cole spoke" Listen to this place!!!", Corey Graves added" The Hounds of Justice are here and making their mark", Renee Young said," They are also lined up with gold once again".

Mike Rowe announced" Please welcome Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and Seth Rollins...The SHIELD!". The three started walking down the stairs to the ring. Michael Cole Spoke" It was last night that Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose beat Gallows and Anderson for the tag titles in a very tough match", Corey replied," Then later that night Seth Rollins would defeat Finn Balor with a stomp to become the new Universal Champion. To full fill the prophecy of the SHIELD having titles together".

While they were hopping over the barricade, I said: "Well speaking of champions being crowned". I caught all three trying to hide their smiles. They each got into the ring and walked to the tech people. He handed them each a microphone. I stepped to the side of the ring where I climbed in to make room. They all looked good in their SHIELD gear, epically my guy. Professional Ryleigh, keep it professional. Once they got comfortable, I asked" So y'all want to interrupt me? I can understand this behavior from Rollins over here, but from you two, seriously?"

Seth did his little small smile and nodded. He hated that I had called him Rollins, but he knew it was just for show and fun. Roman spoke first" Hold on Ryleigh, Dean and I just want to let you know that.....Seth put us up to this". Seth looked at him like come on man. I spoke," I figured it was his idea, but ladies and gentlemen your new RAW Tag Team champions and the new Universal Champion!!". I extended my hand to present The Shield. The audience let their voices be heard. The boys looked around smiling. Knowing that they had the gold that they set out to take. 

Seth said" Yes the Shield has titles once again! Roman and Dean the tag team titles and me the Universal Championship. We made a plan and we succeed it!!!". Roman continued" We plan to keep these titles as long as we possibly can", Dean responded," We will take on anyone who decides to step up to the plate". I started to speak but got interrupted by Gallows and Anderson. They weren't happy at all. Anderson said" Alright since you want someone to step up to the plate", Gallows replied," Let's go again tonight unless you are scared". They started making small talk. I said" Scared? The Shield scared of you two...please, but tonight The Shield versus The Good Brothers in none title action!". Everyone liked the sound of that. Corey Graves said," We are going to have a WrestleMania rematch against the Good Brothers and the Shield!". 

Seth said" That goes along with me, I said I am going to be a fighting champion and will gladly take on anyone. Then Ricochet 's theme song played and he walked out. He walked down the ramp and into the ring. Mike Rowe gave him a microphone. Ricochet spoke," Seth, I admire you and would love a shot at that title tonight!". I thought that it was a good idea and it would be a good match indeed. Seth smiled and said," Well Ricochet since you are the first and walked down here to challenge me, challenge excepted". They extended their hands and they shook on it. Ricochet shook hands with Roman, Dean, and me before leaving the ring. Michael Cole said" Ricochet versus Seth Rollins tonight for the Universal Championship! Guys this is huge!", Corey Graves said" That match is going to be a good one. Who would ever think that Ricochet would challenge Seth for the title, the night after he took it from Finn Balor". 

We had finished the promo and we started heading out of the ring. Dean, Roman, and Seth opened up the ropes for me. I slipped through the opening and walked down the stairs. They hopped off the ring and we walked together. Having their theme song play in the arena. We got to the top of the entrance ramp and looked back at the crowd. The Shield put their fists out and they touched. I stood beside the screen to let them have their moment. The three looked at me and they motioned me to come over. I stood beside Seth and Roman not knowing what to do. Because I did not know what they wanted me to do. 

Roman mouthed," Put your fist in Ryleigh", I mouthed back" Really?", and Seth nodded. I smiled big and got all excited inside. I placed my fist between Roman and Seth's.  We dropped our hands and walked behind the screen. Seth put his arm around my shoulders pulling me close. Roman said" How did it feel getting to do the fist bump?", I said," It felt amazing, I've always wanted to do it". They all said you are welcome to me. Dean asked" Is there anything else of the Shield you would like to do?", I said" Maybe get to wear the gear and be part of the Shield one day?", Seth said," We will see Ryleigh, we will see". Roman and Dean went about their way.

Seth and I stayed together to talk. Seth said" Did well on keeping it professional", I said" Yeah, but it kinda got to me when you came out in the Shield gear", Seth replied," I figured it would". I punched his shoulder and saying" Not funny Rollins". Seth laughed and we walked away together. As we were walking, I took his championship and wore it around my waist. I looked up to him and smiled. He smiled back knowing that it looked good on me. That he was okay with me doing it. I'm glad that I took the chance and played with fire. Because at the end...I didn't get burned.

#SethRollins #WWE #fanfic #wrestling #writing #wwe raw

[sxftrxchxe]

harmony-rt

AN-this is actually the backstory i have in mind like 90 percent of the time sksksks. please enjoy <3

SONG: none

WARNINGS: hints of past abuse. pregnancy?

FANDOM: it 2017

WORDS: 3420

SUMMARY: its just a pregnancy fluff fic

yn-your name

ln-last name

ec-eye color

hc-hair color

hl-hair length

AGED UP TO AROUND TWENTY TWO

The young girl skipped down the road happily avoiding the cracks and humming while her parents walked behind, heads on shoulder and hand in hand. They were always like that, a perfect example of a stereotypical family that only exists in movies. But for yn ln that was her reality since she was born.

"So you aren't nervous? Like even in the slightest?" She shook her head and stumbled as she almost stood on a particularly small crack, her small pastel pink bag nearly falling off.

"Nope you and Daddy said I was going to the the princess of the playground. Isn't that why I'm wearing this ugly ice cream dress? Cos princesses wear horrible stuff?" Her mother laughed and smiled lovingly at her daughter. yn's small pink cat bag hit her back with every hop and skip creating a rhythm she was determined to keep. Her dad gasped and she looked up to see the cream and blue building of Derry's kindergarten in front of her.

Other kids were hugging their parents and running through the blue gate and happily greeting friends. One small boy clung to his mothers and cried begging her to stay. yn giggled at how stupid he was being as her mom fixed her hair and muttered something under her breath. After a slightly aggressive tug and a sigh, she turned around to smile at her favourite people in the world.

"Good luck Sweetie. We love you okay?" Her mom leaned down and pulled her in for a hug. She hugged her back and giggled as her dad pulled a face from behind.

"And at twelve me and your father will be waiting here at the gate okay?" She nodded and pulled away to hug her dad's leg. He laughed and pat her back as his eyes wandered to someone driving by in a car. Another sob from behind her caused her to turn back around and skip into the playground leaving her parents to walk back home with their arms around each other's shoulders and tears falling down their faces.

The boy who had previously clung to his mams leg was now sitting just inside the gate with a pout on his face and tears in his eyes. yn gave him a small wave before her focus turned to three girls playing hopscotch while one sat by and watched. She looked a bit bored and caught yn watching her. She waved at her happily and yn almost skipped over to play until a happy scream came from the other side of the playground. Boys were chasing after girls while they screamed and laughed. Others were clinging to a climbing frame and pulling faces at each other as kids slid up and down a slide nearby. yn nearly exploded with excitement as she saw two empty swings near to the slide for her to sit on and make friends. She gave the bored ginger a last wave before turning to run to the other side.

Unfortunately, she turned right into someone else and fell to the ground landing on her knee and crying out in pain. The boy by the gate gasped loudly and gagged as he noticed the small trickle of blood coming out of her knee. Her eyes began to fill with tears before someone hand was stuck in her view and she looked up.

"I'm sorry I thought I was late cos I can't tell time and I guess I didn't see you oops. Are you okay? Your leg is red and disgusting now." The voice came from the person who she ran into which turned out to be a scrawny young boy with big brown eyes and dark messy hair. He was wearing an oversized blue button up lazily thrown over a cream t shirt, the same color as yn's shoes. She took his hand and he pulled her up almost dropping her to the floor again when she sneezed.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to grass. My mom calls it hay fever but I don't. And I guess a little blood never hurt anyone." yn flashed the boy a toothy grin which he returned. The boy at the gate gagged again and yn heard the girls from hopscotch teasing him before the girl who was watching them told them to be quiet.

"What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm yn ln. What's yours?" He shook her hand he was already holding which confused yn so much she stopped smiling.

"I'm Richie. Richie Tozier." She smiled again and let go of his hand and wiped her own on her ice cream patterned dress just in case he had the cooties her dad told her about.

"Chee Toaster?" He laughed and shook his head causing his curls to bounce. She shook her head back and crossed her arms. He looked pleasantly surprised when she replied in her cute childish voice.

"No, I'm calling you Chee. Now, do you want to swing on the swings?" He nodded and the slightly aggressive way they met was forgotten as they linked arms and ran across the playground. The swing set was in the shade behind an oak tree beside the slide but no one was on the slide anymore. Still, they kept running until they landed by the swing set and quickly hopped on kicking their legs to go higher and higher. They easily making friends like most five-year-olds do.

SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER

yn Tozier found out she was pregnant at twenty two. Married, happy and long forgotten were the horrors of her past meaning she was overjoyed.

In fact her only problem was how to tell her husband in the most flamboyant way. After all the Toziers weren't known to do things normally. Richie proposed on their graduation day in front of the whole school whilst everyone sobbed after all.

So on March 7th 1998, her husbands twenty second birthday, she decided to execute her plan that was boiling in her head for months.

First she called up her long time best friend and practically sister Beverly Marsh and told her the news. After much squealing between the two, yn explained her plan and Beverly agreed saying they had to do it.

Three squealed phone calls and two where she sobbed with Bill and Eddie the plan was ready. All she had to do now was wait. Which in itself was hard since her bump was beginning to show. Richie asked why she was no longer wearing her favorite skirts or t shirts in favor for her oversized sweaters and tracksuit bottoms receiving panicked and random responses most of the time.

"Hey nn? Why aren't you wearing your skirts anymore? It's literally thirty two degrees out?"

"I'm allergic to the material."

"You're allergic...to the material?"

"Yup. But only for a few months ha ha oops okay bye I have to go to work."

Richie was getting suspicious. She was dodging many question instead giving him food and taking more private calls than any kindergarten teacher should ever take. One time he found her crying on the floor surrounded by tissues saying something like "am I just like her?" When Richie asked who she had quickly stood up and wiped her eyes saying she had to go to work even though it was eleven pm at night. yn was never the best at lying. So on the night before his birthday he sat her down on the couch and asked the question burning at the back of his head for weeks.

"Are you cheating on me?" When yn's eyes widened and she didn't answer instead staring back with saucer eyes and a mouth wide open Richie presumed his assumptions were correct. He sighed and stood up running his hands through his forever messy hair. Lori started to stutter trying to think of an excuse but none came to mind.

"You know what? It's fine, I'm fine. I knew this would happen since you're so much better than me anyway I just thought seventeen years would have meant something you know?"

"Rich it's no-"

"No! No! It's fine just let me finish I mean kindergarten wow has it actually been seventeen years? How haven't you changed?"

"Chee look at m-"

"No yn you look at m-"

"I'm Pregnant!" yn yelled standing up off their small couch and clamping her hand over her mouth like she just said the worst thing ever. Richie stopped and looked at the girl who had tried to wear one of her old skirts and t shirts to try and throw him off. If he squinted in the light he could just about make about the small bump growing on her stomach.

yn felt her eyes begin to tear up at Richie's shocked expression. Maybe she was wrong maybe he didn't want kids and just wanted the Hollywood life he was working on. Maybe he would leave her alone with their child to bring them up like her own mom. Maybe she was right about her assumptions that she was just like her.

However after twenty seconds of silence Richie scooped the girl up bridal style and spun her around the room screaming. yn began to giggle and cling on to his T-shirt so she wouldn't fall. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she did so glad her husband wasn't actually kissed and more just shocked.

He eventually put her down after a cute peck on the lips you usually wouldn't see from Richie who was ever the passionate. Once yn had two feet planted firmly to the ground he dashed to ring his closest friend Stan and tell him the news. yn didn't bother telling him she already told everyone instead happy she could take the skirt uncomfortable rubbing against her growing stomach that contained a child. Her child. Their child.

Seven Months Later

Beverly wiped the sweat off her brow with a wet towel her boyfriend Ben had brought along. Ben was tapping the uncomfortable hospital waiting room seats and glancing at the hall for the nurse every so often. Eddie sat on her other side muttering about the dangers of pregnancy whilst also sneaking hopeful glances down the bleached corridor. Bill was across from him leaning forward with his hands over his mouth and leg bouncing. If anyone he had been most excited and Beverly hoped they would be just as excited once the baby came. Stan was rubbing Bills back and checking his watch, having to leave in two hours. yn had already been in labor for six hours so he had a pretty good chance but there was still that twinge of worry telling him he'd miss everything. Mike was on Bills left staring straightforward and breathing heavily. No one had spoken a word in a half an hour, tired and impatient.

Suddenly there was a yell of excitement from down the hallways, causing them all to sit up. Richie busted out the room yn was in with a nurse yelling at him saying he had to wait a minute before he said anything. Beverly stood up, now aware of her eye filling with tears as he ran towards their group making other patients jolt awake.

"It's a girl! I gave birth to a girl! That was some work lemme tell you, my hand is so sore!" No one bothered to correct Richie instead yelling and pulling each other into celebratory hugs. He looked a mix of exhausted and the happiest Beverly had ever seen him as he threw his arms around a sobbing Bill.

"What's her name?" Eddie asked once the group calmed down just enough for them to hear each other clearly. Richie's eyes widened and he ran back to the room where the nurse was still yelling. Beverly would have face palmed at the fact he forgot to name his own daughter if it wasn't for the fact he had his own daughter. She was an aunt! Sort of not really but still!!!

Ben pulled her in for a hug and she was made aware of the many tears on both her boyfriends and best friends faces. She wiped at her own before smiling at her best friends and pushing her copper curls back. They pulled each other into a group hug until there was another whoop from down the hall that caused them all to pull apart and grip on each other's shoulders.

"Harmony-Rose middle name Georgia! And last name motherfucking Tozier! Get your asses down here!"

"Sir no we can't allow that right now-"

"Come On!"

"Sir you're wife needs rest-"

"Bring The Bitches Down! They Need To Meet The Newest Loser!"

The nurse gave an exasperated sigh before mumbling an okay. The door opened slowly as if saying they could come in. After more excited yells and tears that received both looks of admiration and eye rolls from the other patients they ran down the hall, Stan nearly running into a tray of needles and screaming in agony instead of pride.

Bill got in first before Beverly squeezed past Eddie. She nearly cried again once she saw her best friend sitting up in the hospital bed her hair messed up and eyes tired holding a small bundle of blankets. Richie was sitting in a chair beside her leaning onto the bed so he could both see his daughter and hold his wife's hand.

yn smiled tiredly at the six surrounding her bed before turning the bundle towards them so they could see their new shared child. The little girl blinked back at them with big ec eyes like her mom and slight black hair like her dad. Beverly felt Ben and Bill both squeeze her hand only one letting out a small sob as Harmony Rose was handed towards him.

"Here Billy your new niece and goddaughter. I hope you like her middle name it's for the both of us." Bill nodded and took the baby in his arms once the nurse showed him how to. He sat on the bed and waved down at his goddaughter with wet eyes slightly shaking as yn apologized to the other five boys about him being godfather. Richie said he considered them all top daddies before receiving a tired slap from his wife.

Beverly had handed the baby next learning she was the godmother and aunt of the now sleeping baby in her arms. yn rubbed her back as she rocked her slightly promising she would be the coolest aunt ever.

Ben was next explaining how he already bought tons of clothes for both gender and had them in the trunk of his car telling Beverly to remind them to get them before they left.

Then it was Eddie who happily took the girl and rocked her. He decided she was both the cleanest and dirtiest thing he ever held before getting a snicker from both mother and father and complaints for calling her thing from the others.

Mike begged to be next and sat down beside yn, talking to the other girl who's eyes were now opening again. He told her how he would have her both the most polite and ripped girl in her kindergarten receiving a quiet whoop from the group afraid to do their usual loud chanting in case she cried.

Stan was last and he cried again once the girl wrapped her hand around his finger and cooed which made the whole group gasp never having heard such an innocent noise before. Once he had wiped his eyes and apologized to Harmony Rose for the bad manners he went to hand her back to yn only to find both her and Richie asleep. Hands intertwined of course. They usually were. They both looked completely exhausted and so happy no one wanted to wake them up.

So instead with permission from the nurse Ben lay the girl in the cot provided by the hospital and Eddie rocked her to sleep saying he was good at that. Apparently he was because after only three minutes of rocking and whispered hushes Harmony-Rose was out cold.

The six remaining awake losers sat on the floor legs crossed and smiles on their faces. Heads were leaning in heads and hands were on hands. Beverly and Ben even had their linked crossed a slight promise to have their own kids when they were ready whenever that was. The nurse came back in to send them all out but took pity on the happy kids

"You know she's going to be moved to a room shared with three other new mothers tomorrow. I don't know how all seven of you will fit in at the same time." She spoke in a hushed voice taking blankets from the floor to send to the washing room. No one moved and Beverly spoke.

"Seven? Nah there's eight of us." She smiled at the yn who looked ten years older in front of her. Still she had the same smile on her face that she always had and her gown was covered in stickers showing Beverly she had matured, not changed. Richie even looked older, bags under his eyes that usually looked so young. Her eyes slid over to the cot containing her new goddaughter and she smiled wider. "Nine. There's nine of us."

"Nine. You all seem so close so it will be hard to split up to see yn and Harmony-Rose." Beverly finally noticed her friends all sleeping around her the only one mildly awake being Mike who was also blinking asleep. She shook her head before leaning onto Eddie muttering slightly in his sleep beside her.

"We'll figure something out. Always do."

5 years later....

yn held onto her daughters hand as she skipped down the road between her two parents humming. She had a small galaxy bag on her back that hit off her back with every jump reminding yn of herself. Unlike her however thick curls held back with only a small purple clip bounced around her face and tickled her nose. In fact aside from her piercing ec eyes and thumb biting the girl was one hundred percent Richies. From her hair to loud personality tendency to make a mess and annoy Eddie. Even the faces she pulled sometimes reminded yn of her husband.

"Here we are Rosie. Are you ready?" Harmony Rose let go of both of her parents hands and shrugged before turning to run in the gate. If yn didnt gently take her wrist and pull her back she would have left without a second glance. Richie smiled at his favorite people as yn scooped the girl into her arms and went over the rules.

"And no running into annoying boys okay? And if you do run away. Nothing good ever comes from it." Harmony Rose nodded wiggling to get out of her moms glance. Richie scoffed and threw his arm around his wife's waist.

"No if you run into a quiet girl run away. Don't ask her name it's a trap." yn elbowed Richie and gently let Harmony-Rose back down. She blinked back at her parents elbowing each other like kids before sighing and skipping through the gate. She waved back at her parents and took a quick scan of the area eyes lighting up at the sight of an empty swing set.

A young girl clung to her moms leg and cried as her mom tried to calmly get her off. A small group of girls skipped together one looking slightly more bored than the others. A group of boys and girls ran each other in a extreme version of tag. A young boy with blonde parted hair was sent to the ground as Harmony-Rose turned and ran into him. yn smiled as Harmony-Rose helped him up, a small smile on her face.

"Weird isn't it?" She asked once the initial weirdness wore off. Richie shrugged and pulled her closer not taking his eyes off his daughter running off to the swing with the boy in her hand.

"Nah I think it would be weirder if she didn't get a soppy love story." yn smiled and put her hand up to touch her husbands arm. She drew circles on it softly a feeling of peace washing over her.

"Let's hope her life is less chaotic and more soppy then." Richie nodded and the trees behind them rustled sending a gust of wind to blow yn's ice cream patterned dress around her legs. Her cream shoes on her feet seemed to remind her of something she couldn't quite place the hair clip holding her hl hc hair back also seeming rather reminiscent.

"So we're bringing him over for dinner?"'

"Oh yeah. And Mike just texted me saying him and Stan will drop by later so he's already meeting two of her uncles." yn's fingers curled up against the blue button up Richie decided to wear that day and she smiled.

"Perfect."

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #stan uris #stan uris x reader #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x reader #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #beverly marsh #beverly marsh x reader #ben hanscom #ben hanscom x reader #mike hanlon x reader #mike hanlon #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #wyatt oleff #jack grazer #jack dylan grazer #jaeden lieberher #sophia lillis #jeremy ray taylor #chosen jacobs #stranger things #stranger things 2 #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #will byers

[iamchikara]

Results for Chikarasaurus Rex under the cut. As with yesterday’s results, only point gains will be recorded. Point totals will not be touched, as they are still in flux due to the Regency Furniture results fiasco. A full update to the point standings covering all three shows, as well as any others that happen in the interval (next one is in October so I really hope this isn’t dragged out for a month) will be done once those results are released.

Match #1: Singles Contest John Francis of Coronado vs. Jakob Hammermeier w/Der Wildebeest John Francis is starting to morph into this weird mish-mash of previous American-hero types, as he used the big boot and legdrop, several of John Cena’s moves, the Angle Slam, and the ankle lock. I’m not sure how to feel about that. Anyways, the ankle lock made Jakob submit. WINNER: John Francis of Coronado (1 point) Match #2: Tag Contest, Campeonatos de Parejas Defense #1 Travis Huckabee and Tony Deppen vs. Lucas Calhoun and Stray Kat First fall went to F.I.S.T. with a small package on Calhoun after a corner kick doubleteam...and then the second fall went to them as well, as Deppen hit a double stomp on Kat while Huckabee had her in the stretch muffler. For how long we had to wait for this first defense, F.I.S.T. taking it in two straight is a bit of a disappointment for me, though at the same time it also conveys the renewed dominance that F.I.S.T. has displayed lately. WINNERS: Travis Huckabee and Tony Deppen Match #3: Singles Contest Missile Assault Man vs. Kobald MAM got the win by submitting Kobald with the Sharpshooter, then was attacked by Hallowicked and Frightmare. Lucas Calhoun and Stray Kat came to MAM’s aid, with Calhoun telling MAM that he couldn’t fight the world alone before they shook hands. Trio #15? WINNER: Missile Assault Man (1 point) Match #4: Singles Contest Fire Ant vs. Cajun Crawdad Crawdad spent the entire match trying to blind Fire, but got put away with a brainbuster after Fire got sick of that. WINNER: Fire Ant (1 point) Match #5: Singles Contest BLANK vs. Penelope Ford This is prob’ly Ford’s last CHIKARA match, as she’s full time with AEW starting next month. Accordingly, BLANK ended his obsession with the Color Wheel. Post-match, he called out Still Life for King of Trios. Considering that we haven’t actually gotten much of a reason for the breakup of the Nouveau Aesthetic beyond BLANK’s obsession with Ford and Still Life having other things to do, it’s weird that we get to this point right now and not, say, at the Season finale or something. WINNER: BLANK (1 point) Match #6: Singles Contest, Grand Championship Defense #1 (as undisputed champion) Dasher Hatfield vs. Mick Moretti Lot of interesting notes described to me from commentary. Technically, this is Dasher’s eighth defense, though first as undisputed champion. Moretti’s facepaint resembled that of one of the Baseball Furies from The Warriors, with suggestions that he was using it to get under Dasher’s skin. Most harshly, Sidney Bakabella claimed that Dasher asked for the match to go on early so he could go home and be with his kids...even though Boomer’s match was on later. See? Toxic! Described as a hot back and forth match, and Dasher successfully retained. WINNER: Dasher Hatfield INTERMI...no, not quite, pre-taped interview from Ophidian hyping up Matt Makowski. Someone possibly jumped the gun with that, but considering how disruptive the Crucible’s been lately, it fit right in with their modus operandi. Then INTERMISSION. It’s time for the Crucible’s presence on this show, as the ropes are down and Ophidian brings out his entire cadre including their referee. Match #7: Crucible Exhibition #1 Matt Makowski vs... Thief Ant is out to answer the challenge, but is shut down fairly quickly and made to tap out with a cross armbreaker. WINNER: Matt Makowski (1 point...I guess? If our esteemed Director of Fun is legitimatizing this whole thing...) Match #8: Crucible Exhibition #2 Evan Matthew Demorest vs... Still Life answers this one, to a huge reaction from the crowd. Unfortunately for Still Life, they didn’t fare any better than Thief, and the match was stopped after they were knocked out with the Demoralizer (a variant of the Last Ride powerbomb). WINNER: Evan Matthew Demorest (1 point...I guess? It’s being treated as a legit part of the show...) Ophidian issues a third open challenge on the behalf of Tunku Amir... Match #9: Crucible Exhibition #3 Tunku Amir vs... ...which is answered by a voice in the crowd screaming “I WILL!” and Jawbreaker Josue/Joey, accompanied by Xavier Faraday and Josh Wells, appears. Joey scored what looks to be the first actual victory against the Crucible cadre, forcing Amir to submit, then racing out of the building with Wells and Faraday, leaving Ophidian to fume and berate Amir before leading his followers out. WINNER: Jawbreaker Josue/Joey (1 point...I guess? Didn’t go Ophidian’s way...) INTERMISSION AGAIN Mike Quackenbush is out to address the crowd. As he apparently suffered an injury at Earning The Lucha Libre Merit Badge, he’s withdrawing from his match on here, and has handpicked Hallowicked as Joey Janela’s opponent. Match #10: Singles Contest Hallowicked vs. Joey Janela In what’s prob’ly Janela’s last CHIKARA match as well (same situation as Ford), he scored the victory with a top rope elbow drop. I don’t get why that happened, but it did. Hopefully some kind of deal can be worked out with AEW, so that he can at least come back and not sit in the inactive part of the standings. WINNER: Joey Janela (1 point) Match #11: Trios Contest The Crucible (Lance Steel, The Whisper, and Devantes) vs. the Creatures of the Deep (Oceanea, Merlok, and Hermit Crab) Bouncing back from their utter humiliation earlier in the show, the Crucible returned to form here, as Devantes pinned Merlok after a TKO. Post-match, the Queen of the Deep was not happy in the slightest with her charges, berating and hitting the big fish in her fury, then told her subjects that they’d regret it if they kept losing. Oceanea, I love ya but they’ve been losing all along and you haven’t done a thing about it, what makes you think they’re going to take that threat seriously? WINNERS: The Crucible Match #12: Singles Contest Princess Kimberlee vs. Solo Darling Kim returned to CHIKARA in strong fashion, defeating Solo with the Alligator Clutch after a Ganso Bomb. Post-match, she shook Solo’s hand, then addressed everything that has been going on. (Below is the transcription, provided by Freakin’ Awesome Network forum lildude8218) "This is just Kimber Lee here for a minute. I need to get real with you guys. Everybody has a past. Every single person here. And in Pittsburgh mine hit me smack in the face. It's something I've ran from for SO LONG and so far even to the point where I gave up my crown to keep this hidden from you. I was a different person in the past, everything you heard it wasn't wrong. I did use Lance Steel as a stepping stool to get where I am. But here's the thing: in life we all do things we regret but it's what you do afterwards that defines who you are. And I am a different person now. So this crown jewel is going to do whatever it takes to make things right." Ophidian interrupts her. "I know how you can make peace with your past. You call yourself the Princess. The Crown Jewel. But you have no kingdom. You have no purpose. The way to make peace with Lance Steel and the Whisper is by becoming a resource of the Crucible." He tells the Whisper to get in the ring and pay his respect. He tells Kim to do the same. She does. "Your new purpose is to lead me and my team to victory at King of Trios. Leave!" So yes, the deep, dark secret that Princess Kimberlee has been harboring for years, the one that she left CHIKARA to protect, the one that she let herself be first blackmailed over and now outright conscripted, is that she was a jerk to Knight Eye 4 The Pirate Guy years ago. This is something that everyone paying attention to Wrestling is Fun! at the time already knew, that anyone not in the know could easily look up, and that I’ve never seen anything even remotely resembling an outcry over. The past is past. People change. We all know that. Dwelling on regrets and holding onto things long past their relevance isn’t healthy. Why Kim let herself be bothered by something like that this far into the future from it is...concerning. Perhaps she’s weaker-willed than we all thought. Who knows? WINNER: Princess Kimberlee (1 point) Match #13: Singles Contest Volgar w/Professor Hugo Nicodemus vs. Boomer Hatfield Boomer tried his best to fight back from the underdog position, even nearly surprising Volgar with a bulldog off the top, but Volgar scored the victory in the end. WINNER: Volgar (1 point) Match #14: Tag Contest Xyberhawx 2000 (Danjerhawk and Razerhawk) vs. Cornelius Crummels and Sonny DeFarge Danjer scored the win for his team with an O’Connor Roll pin on Crummels. Man, those legitimate businessmen can’t catch a break lately, can they? WINNERS: Xyberhawx 2000 (1 point) Match #15: MAIN EVENT, Singles Contest, JKI Finals Green Ant vs. Ophidian Green Ant attempted some psychological warfare by coming out with an Ophidian mask on over his own, but Ophidian wasn’t having any of it and bumrushed him (and even rolled out of the CHIKARA Special) before tapping him out. Post-match, the Crucible paid their respects to end the show. WINNER: Ophidian (1 point...JKI is one point per round adding up to the three)

#CHIKARA #Chikarasaurus Rex #Results

[fanficmoi]

The Fool By The Seaside Chp.6

Jim McCartney was worried, his eldest son was ill and getting worse every day. He had a fever now, and it wouldn’t go down. He had no choice but to call a doctor, as much as it would strain his wallet. But the fact that Paul hadn’t gone to work in days was also a strain.

It was a new doctor, someone he hadn’t heard of before, but the card had arrived with the mail and he Jim had seen that he was cheaper than the others. Not cheap, but cheaper. The physician was called Dr. A.S. Klepios, and was supposed to arrive in a couple hours, while Jim was at work. Michael would receive him and show him to where Paul was. Jim only hoped it wasn’t anything serious.

Stuvartk and Cyneeah considered themselves John’s closest friends, yet they were still unable to raise the Merrow from his depression. He got like this sometimes, when his Uncail had died and when his mam had left the village for the second time. They lasted for a long time and were no good for John. stu had brought some paint and canvases to cheer John up, but the Merrow was not interested. And Cyn had brought along some books, the fantasy ones John enjoyed, but like with the paint John did not even look at them.

They had gasped when they had seen his bruises and healing cuts, but John would not tell them what happened. They knew some of it of course, the whole village was talking about. Crazy John had been away during storm and had returned covered in blood and holding a dead fish.

Speaking of the fish, “They found his family, John.” Cyn said, sitting on the edge of the put, her pink-red tail curled beneath her.

That made her friend’s head turn in her direction, the merman swallowed, “What was his name?”

Cyn’s brows furrowed as she tried to remember. Stu saved her trying when he said, “Ridire.”

John looked down with a dry chuckle, “Knight.” He said. Then, to the startlement of his friends, he burst out laughing, “He tried to protect me, can you believe that? That little fish, barely knew me, but there he was! Swimming around me like a fool, trying to protect me!”

Stu sighed, he knew this would be coming. John always broke down like this, but in a way it was a good thing, Stu prefered this manic version of his friend than the empty one he had been getting for the past few days.

Cyn was also ready for when John’s laughter turned to sobs and he launched himself into her waiting arms.

“It’s my fault!” He wailed, “He was there because of me!” His voice was broken, it pierced the air.

As it always, yet inexplicably, Stu and Cyn felt themselves grow sad as well. Their emotions exactly reflecting how John felt. Empathy wasn’t an ability the Merrow had, yet whenever John’s emotions were too strong, others in his vicinity found themselves feeling them too. Nobody could explain it, and if they could, they wouldn’t dare to.

Paul was feeling much better after the doctor’s visit, and the man hadn’t even prescribed him any medicine! Yet Paul had felt himself getting stronger and stronger every day for the past week, his fever and coughs gone. He was ready to go back to the beach. And to find John.

Mike had told him about how John hadn’t appeared those days ago, and Paul had been incredibly worried since. What if something had happened to him in the storm?

“You’ll be taking me with you, then?” A voice said, snapping Paul out of his thoughts.

Paul sighed as he tied his boots, “I don’t know, Mike. You said he didn’t show-”

“Yeah, ‘cause I was alone!” Mike rebutted, “Look, you promised me you’d introduce me to the creature, and now you’re feeling better.”

Paul held down the burst of anger that sprouted in his chest at the name ‘creature,’ reminding himself that he too had once been ignorant towards John. “Fine.” He sighed, “But if he doesn’t show, you leave.”

Mike grinned, “Aye, capt’n!”

Paul glared at him, his brother laughed.

John was alone that day, still holed up in his pit. He hadn’t washed his tail in the past week, still in mourning. His crying session with his friends had helped, but the remedy had been temporary. He knew what he needed, he needed to talk to his Paul. Paul would comfort him, Paul could touch his tail and make it feel better.

And by some sort of miracle, John then heart it. The sweet sound of his human’s voice. In an instant he was sitting up, his heart beating out of his chest. The first smile in days appeared on his face and he hurried out of his home, starting his Auntin in the process but not caring.

He ignored all the people looking at him like he was insane and swam away. He was going to talk to Paul again! He could tell him about Ridire, and Paul would have some wonderful way of making it better. Oh, he had missed his friend. Paul had a way of lighting up John’s heart in a way no other had even done before.

He was definitely grinning by the time he arrived at the surface, he burst out with a jump he was sure would impress Paul and then resurfaced with all his chest in view. He just hoped that when Paul saw his tail he wouldn’t be disgusted by the state of it. It didn’t look dirty, but it was.

John’s smile faltered when he noticed that Paul wasn’t, in fact, alone. There stood his human, laughing at the water that had splattered him when John had jumped, looking handsome as ever, but next to him was a less amused counterpart, dripping wet and clearly not liking it.

Paul waved and thanked himself for not bringing his guitar, the water would have surely ruined it. “Hello there, John!” John just looked at him with a tilted head, and Paul frowned. Then he looked behind him and remembered his companion, “Yes, right. Um, this is Mike.” He pointed behind himself, “My brother.” But then Paul noticed something, “John, what happened to your hair?” He asked, the hair looked nice but it was very unlike John.

John looked at him, feeling disappointed that Paul was not alone. “Friend died.”

Mike frowned and Paul gasped.

“Oh, John.” Paul said, getting into the water, “I’m sorry. I’m also sorry for not being here, I’ve been sick then there was the storm-”

“You is ill!?” John swam right up to Paul, making Mike move away, not that John bothered to notice. John grasped Paul forearms and raised himself up a bit more, his eyes alight with worry.

“No, I’m all better now.” Paul said, “Alright, John?” He put his hands on the others delicate looking cheeks, “Promise.”

John looked right into his eyes, and Paul felt himself once again falling under some sort of trance. And in that trance everything was forgotten, his brother behind him, the ugly storm that had had him worried for days, the money, everything. All he could think about was John, John, John.

The two just kept on staring until Mike cleared his throat. Paul didn’t hear it but it made John move his gaze away, which made Paul snap out of his pleasant trance.

Mike had also been staring at John. At his gills, his fins, his shiny skin. The creature was beautiful, it was captivating. He only wondered…”Where’s the tail?”

Paul looked back at him with a frown, “Mike…” He warned.

John sank further down into the water, taking his hands off Paul. His friend had brought along someone else, to see his tail? To touch it? Like John was some sort of exhibit?

Paul noticed John’s mood go down and raised his hand in a placating gesture, “He’s my brother, John.” He said, “He can be trusted.”

John looked away from Mike, “You want me to show tail?” He asked, if showing was that the brother wanted then there was no problem, but John would let only Paul touch him.

Paul smiled, “He won’t hurt you, John. But only if you feel comfortable with it.”

John felt uncomfortable with the almost hungry stare the brother was shooting him, but if it would make Paul happy. “For you.” He said. Then he sank down and swam to the rock.

Mike startled and unconsciously went to follow him but Paul put an arm out to restrict him. Together they saw as John burst out of the water and jumped onto the rock, his short hair sticking to his face in a delightful way and the bright sun making his tail shine, even dirty as it was.

Paul ignored his brother’s gasp and walked towards the rock, he was still worried about John. The merman looked off, and not just because of the haircut. He knew John wouldn’t talk with Mike standing right there so hopefully the lad would leave soon after he’d looked at John’s tail for a while.

He stepped up to the rock, “Can I?” He asked, gesturing to the space next to the Marrow.

John nodded his consent and Paul climbed up. Then John surprised him by laying his wet head on the human’s shoulder. Paul chuckled and rested his own head on the other, “You okay?” He whispered.

Recklessly ignoring the other human, John shook his head. “No.” He said.

Paul was suddenly overcome with a dire need to make his merman happy to again, to comfort him and reassure him. He took a closer look at his friend, noticing for the first time the bruises and healing cuts. “What happened to you?” He laid a hand on one of the bigger bruises on John’s side, “Was it the storm?”

John nodded, not lifting his head. “I is sleeping, waiting for you here. Storm caught up to me.”

Paul closed his eyes in regret, “Shit. John, I’m sorry. Can I help you with anything? Have you gotten those treated?”

John hadn’t, he deserved the pain for his stupidity. Killing Ridire and now making Paul feel bad, what a fuck up. But he didn’t say that to Paul, instead he asked, “Healer see you?”

Paul sighed at the lack of answer but nodded, “Yes, a new guy. He patched me right up.” He ducked down and looked into the merman’s captivating eyes, “I’m all good now, ‘kay? Promise.”

John smiled back at him. Once again their two gazes were looked, neither finding the will to look away. That is, until John felt a hand touching his tail.

As John recoiled in shook, Paul cursed and looked at where Michael was now standing on the water. He looked startled but his hand was still stretched out.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” He was saying, “I don’t know what came over me, Paul. I just, I had to-” His hand was once again stretched, “I had to touch it, it’s beautiful.”

Seeing John’s frightened face, Paul was overcomed by a terrible anger and jealousy. “Keep your hands off him!” He screamed, jumping off the rock and glaring down at his brother, “He’s mine!”

At this both Mike and John were startled. Mike at seeing his brother so angry, and John at the possessive tone.

Mike raised his hands and stepped away, “Look, I’m sorry, Paul. I just-”

Paul raised a fist, “Be quiet! You’ve done enough.” His eyes were inhuman, possessed. “Leave!”

Michael frowned but started to move away. He was for the first time truly scared of his brother. As he turned away he cursed the creature, it was the reason Paul was turning into this ugly thing. Mike hadn’t been able to control himself, you couldn’t put such a glorious thing in front of a person and not expect them to have a feel. Stupid fish.

Paul was quiet, but John could see that he was still fuming. The Merrow had curled into himself, not wanting to admit that the human was scaring him. “Paul?” He murmured hesitantly.

“What!?” He human screamed, not turning around.

The merman flinched and let out a hurt whine. “Paul.” He simply said, looking away.

And in a flash, Paul’s anger was gone. Then he was overcome with feelings of guilt at his outburst at his little brother and guilt for scaring John. He slowly turned around, his head spinning at all the conflicting emotions that had been running through it. “Damn. I, I don’t know what came over me, John.” He looked up at his friend, “I’m sorry. Hell, I need to stop being such an arse.”

Without looking at Paul, John offered a hand for the other to take and climb up beside him again.

With a weak smile, the human took it and climbed up. He then laid their intertwined hands together on the wet surface, “It’s been happening a lot lately, and I can’t explain it.” He shook his head, “Whenever Mike talks about you, I just feel so angry. And I’m hurting him, my little brother.” He looked up, “And now I scared you.”

John turned to look at him and rested another cold hand on top of his and Paul’s. “You not scare me, Paul. You could never.” He shuffled closer, “I will help you figure it out, yes?”

Paul leaned close, “Thank you.” He whispered. “But I am still sorry, I have no business talking about you like that. You’re not mine, John. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

The merman felt himself blush, once again an impossible thing seeing as he wasn’t warm blooded but there it was. “I, I not mind.” He ducked his head, “I liked.” He wasn’t lying, the words had shot a pleasant shiver through him. If only the tone hadn’t been so angry and cruel.

Paul snickered with an amused smile, his spirit leaping. “You did, did you?”

John curled his tail with a smile of his own, still not looking up but nodding.

Paul leaned closer and raised the merman’s chin with a gentle hand. The he leaned in to whisper in his friend’s ear, “You’re mine.” Smiling at the high pitched sound the other made, he continued, “and I’m yours, Johnny. I promise.”

John could take no more, he moved Paul’s head away from his ear and pushed his lips against the human’s.

Now it was Paul who made the startled sound, but he soon closed his eyes and kissed back. The merman’s lips were wet as expected, but they were not cold and were beautifully soft. Paul risked running his tongue along John’s sharp teeth, and was happy when the other willingly opened his mouth up to him.

They kissed for what felt like ages, but Paul soon felt a need for air, although John didn’t seem to have that problem. The merman’s tail was curled around Paul’s legs, the caudal fin barely touching the water.

Regretfully, Paul separated them. “Sorry, Johnny. I need air.”

John gasped, “Oh, I’m sorry, Paul. I didn’t know.”

Paul laughed and rested a hand on the part of the merman’s tail that was resting on his lap, “That’s alright.”

John briefly looked away, then looked back with wide eyes. “Do you have air now?”

Paul chuckled and rubbed his new lover’s tail, “You’re insatiable.” He said.

John leaned closer, “I not know what that means.” He whispered.

Paul smiled, “It doesn’t matter.” And he kissed John again, and again, and again.

Neither of the two were aware of the sad figure that was looking at them from the ocean. She sighed and turned away, if only the two lover’s had listened to the signs. They had no idea what pain would now rain upon them...

#beatles #mclennon #merman au #slash #paul mccartney #john lennon