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dresupi · 4 years

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Darcy/Spencer

For: @thestanceyg Prompt: I run a bed & breakfast and you showed up for your reservation alone. Do you understand what the purpose of a b&b is?

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“Alright Mr. Reid, you’re all checked in,” Darcy said.

“It’s ‘doctor’.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Dr. Reid,” he reiterated, a nervous smile appearing for a split second before it was gone again.

“Oh, my mistake…” Darcy glanced down at the reservation.

“It’s not there, I just… when I get nervous I talk… I’ve got the gift of gab, apparently. But only when I’m nervous.”

He definitely looked nervous. A little bouncy, too. He was tall, so it gave him a gangling look that wasn’t entirely unattractive. But considering that this was a bed & breakfast, Darcy knew better than to form those kinds of opinions about her clientele.

Every single attractive man who came through was with someone.

“Oh, I gotcha…” she smiled. “You want a receipt?”

“What? Oh… yeah. Sure. Yes.”

“Okay then,” she clicked on her screen and the printer hummed to life.

“When your companion joins you later, can you have them check-in at the front desk?” Darcy asked. “They’ll have to sign the same waiver you just did.” She slid the key across the counter to him, and he picked it up, fiddling with the keychain.

“Oh, I don’t…” Dr. Reid faltered a little. “I don’t actually have a companion.”

“My mistake again…” she backtracked. “It’s just…”

“I’m not nervous about meeting anyone, I’m nervous because I have to give a lecture tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she said. “That’s definitely something to be nervous about, but that wasn’t what was giving me pause…”

He jammed one hand in his pocket and chuckled. “Go ahead and say it.”

“Do you know what a bed & breakfast is for?” Darcy laughed a little, suddenly nervous as well. “I’m sorry, but--”

“No, no, I get it. I understand the confusion, but this is the closest to the university where I’m lecturing tomorrow while simultaneously ensuring I won’t have to drive through the city to get there.”

“Oh, I gotcha…” She didn’t. The drive from the city to the university wasn’t that long of a drive, but who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth? The gift horse being off-season business, that is. Not entirely off-season, but close enough.

“I have these headaches from time to time,” he explained further. “Driving through the country is quieter.”

That made sense.

“I, uh… hope I wasn’t making my confusion that apparent, I wasn’t trying to pry,” she said. “If I was, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t get much business this time of year. You’re about two weeks earlier than most of my patrons.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s kind of my job to read into reactions, sometimes it’s hard to turn it off.”

When he smiled, he looked down like he was embarrassed? And it was pretty much the cutest thing Darcy had ever seen.

“So you’re either a salesman, a psychic, or some third thing I haven’t thought of yet…”

He laughed. “Neither of those, I’m actually a profiler for the FBI? I give lectures to some universities for their criminal justice departments.”

“Whoa, you’re FBI? Totally cool.”

“Thanks,” he replied, still twirling the key around the keyring in his hand.

“So are you busy this week other than your lecture tomorrow?” she asked, eager to extend this conversation for as long as she could.

“Not at all, I just… figured I’d take the weekend for some peace and quiet.”

“Ah,” she replied vaguely, unsure of where to go from there, so she prepared her standard ‘Well I hope you have a good one!’ Except he responded.

“Do you have any suggestions on how to enjoy the scenery?”

“I mean, I do, but they’re all couples activities…” She trailed off, giving him the eyelash flutter and the raised eyebrows. She was hoping for doe-like.

“Oh well, I’m sure I’ll think of something. Have a good rest of the day!” he chirped, turning to head up the stairs to his room.

He was halfway up when he turned around and came back down. “My apologies, I only just realized what you were implying, and I have to ask if the offer is still on the table?”

It was her turn to laugh. “Yeah, it is. There’s this great nature walk that’s super romantic. If you’re in the market for something like that…”

“With you?” he clarified.

“With me.”

“I think that sounds like a lot of fun, and I will meet you here, after lunch on Saturday?”

“It’s a date,” Darcy replied, grinning at him as he left once again to go to his room. “Oh, I’m Darcy, by the way,” she called after him.

He skidded to a halt and turned back to peer down at her through the banister railings. “I’m Spencer. But you could have figured that out from my reservation… I’ll see you later, Darcy!”

“Later, Spencer!”

#Darcy Lewis #Spencer Reid #Darcy/Spencer #Darcy x Spencer #Darcy Lewis x Spencer Reid #Crossover Fusion #thestanceyg #fall prompts 2019

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elizabethemerald · 5 years

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Video Date for Toby, Claire and Jim

Long distance relationships can be hard, but there’s nothing cuter than a video date with your two boyfriends! Especially after a long week of hiking in the wilderness with a bunch of trolls!

The motel smelled a little musty, like it hadn't been cleaned properly in to long, but compared to the caves, mines and old barns they had been staying in for the past week it was heaven. Not to mention the complete lack of troll smell.

Claire had showered as soon as she got the keys to room. She only barely remembered to open the back window so Jim could climb in. If the hotel manager wondered why a 16 year old was renting a room for just the day he didn't mention it after her credit card cleared.

When she was finished washing a week's worth of grime off she emerged in a towel. She was unsurprised to see Jim lounging on the bed in a loose sweat suit. They smiled at each other for just a second, before she nodded towards the bathroom.

"Showers all yours!"

"Yes!" Jim hopped off the bed and bounded into the bathroom. She smiled at the door for a second. Jim had always been clean for a boy and his transformation seemed to increased that. He would bathe in every stream and trickle they came across on their journey.

Finally she pulled her thoughts away from her boyfriend and focused on the room. First she let her mind expand as she magically checked the room. Nothing in the room alerted her senses. It was clear, no spying devices, magical or mundane. She mentally reprimanded herself, she needed to remember to check for cameras before Jim entered the room.

It was Ms. Nomura who had found the first camera. The cheap motels they stayed at on occasion unfortunately had some sleazy clientele. Nomura was well experienced with that sort of sleaze and taught them what to look out for. Fortunately that first camera had been recording, not broadcasting. Since then Claire had started checking every room they stayed in.

Once she sure that she could do magic unobserved she let some small waves of purple fire flow from her fingertips. The fire filled the room, but wasn't powerful enough to burn the furnishings. It did kill any mites or bugs or germs that might be in the mattress. Jim said he didn't really notice the bugs with his stone skin but Claire definitely did.

Once she was done and the waves of purple fire retreated back to her hands the room actually smelled clean. She smiled and felt comfortable enough to get dressed into her pajamas. She stretched for a second then got back to work.

She tightly closed the heavy curtains. Day was breaking outside and she didn't want Jim to be hurt by a stray sunbeam. Next she got out her laptop and plugged it in. She turned it on even though she knew Toby wouldn't be awake for a little while yet.

Once that was done she set to cleaning and repairing her equipment. Jim had armor that was formed of Daylight, completely clean each time he summoned it. Claire wasn't so lucky. She didn't hike in her full armor any more, yet every piece seemed to be covered in muck. Plus she had her regular camping gear to maintain. Thank God her father had been so prepared when he had helped her pack.

Some things she cleaned and repaired with her magic. Some things needed elbow grease to be cleaned or a more fine touch to repair. She laughed quietly to herself while she worked. She was learning a whole host of skills she hadn't expected to. Claire took her time finishing her tasks. Jim could be in the shower for hours if he wanted. As long as the hot water lasted he would stay in.

Claire had just finished the last of her work and settled on the bed with the computer on her lap when Jim finally emerged from the bathroom. A massive cloud of steam poured into the room as he opened the door. She bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling as he stood there running a hand through his mane. He was wearing just a pair of loose fitting sweats that sagged down his hips. She knew she was blushing like mad. Jim looked like a statue of an old greek hero, the water running in rivulets down his abs, his horns shining in the dim light of the motel room.

Before she could say anything Jim ended the moment by shaking himself like a dog. She shrieked and covered her laptop as water sprayed everywhere.

“Jim!” She cried. “Do you have any idea how hard it would be for me to get another laptop out here on the road?”

He looked guilty for a short moment then smiled apologetically. “My hair is so thick it never dries if I don’t get the water out.”

She sighed at his little puppy dog look, he was still cute, even as a half troll. “Come here. And careful with your horns!”

Jim grabbed his pillow from his bag and carefully laid down on the bed next to her. She had reinforced the pillow with her magic so he would stop tearing them with his horns. Once he was comfortable she ran her hand over his chest. More purple flames poured from her hand. Again it wasn’t hot enough to burn him, or even feel uncomfortable but it was enough to quickly dry his hair. It looked almost comically poofy now.

“Why don’t you do that with your hair?” He gestured to the wet patch on her pillow.

“Are you kidding me? My hair would be impossibly frizzy if I tried that.” She smiled and ran her hands through his hair. It was much thicker now after his transformation. Sometimes he was self conscious about his hair, but this was one change she didn’t mind. He had a soft rumble in his chest as she continued combing his hair with her fingers.

“Any word from Toby yet?” He asked.

“Not yet but it’s Saturday and only eight back in Arcadia. He might be sleeping in.”

While they waited Claire logged into her bank account. The credit card she had used had actually been Blinky’s idea. Who could have guessed that traveling across the entire country on foot would have been expensive? The card had been a hassle to set up and get but it was completely worth the effort. Her parents had the login info and so did Jim’s mom, and Toby’s Nana, and Mr. Strickler and a few of the other teachers from their high school. Any of them could pay off the balance so the burden didn’t fall on any one person. Then she could buy clothes, or food or this hotel room without having to worry.

The only remaining balance was the hotel room. Someone had paid the balance from the previous week already. She was so thankful Blinky had thought to do this.

Suddenly an icon flashed on the desktop. Jim sat up straight when he saw it. Claire quickly closed out of everything else, then answered the call. After a few seconds of struggle Toby’s smiling face appeared. Claire and Jim crowded together to make sure they were both on camera.

"How's the picture coming through?" Toby asked. "That new kid, Krel, one of the weirdo geniuses, gave me this thing that helps boost the signal."

"You're coming through perfectly Tobes!" Jim said. Claire was using a touch of her magic to boost the signal on their end and whatever Toby was using on his was working as well.

"TP, you look tired! Are you getting enough sleep?" Claire asked him.

"Oh you two know what trollhunting is like. Never a moment's rest." He said waving away their concern. "What about you two? Claire is that a new cut on your cheek? And Jim there's one on your chest as well!"

Jim growled, a terrifying sound in the confined space. It must have sounded awful to Toby considering the way he recoiled from his computer. Claire's hand rose unconsciously to her cheek. It was little more than a cut now. She doubted it would scar, her magic healing was pretty amazing.

Jim's would scar though. His body was so strange. It didn't respond to Claire's healing magic and the molten metal the trolls used for their wounds often seemed to make things worse. Fortunately while he wore his armor his body healed on his own but he still bore scars. Some going as far back to when he first faced Bular.

"If the wizard would only listen to me!" Claire flinched as he spoke. His claws unsheathed and his fangs were bared. Across the room the amulet glowed, its gears whirring to life. She quickly put a hand on his arm.

"Babe we talked about this! We just want a relaxing date with our boyfriend, remember?" He took some deep breathes through his nose his eyes clamped shut. Claire turned back to the screen. "I'll call you later Toby and explain, but can we make this be a fun date just the three of us?"

"Of-of course!" He stuttered out, then immediately fell silent. Claire struggled for something to say as well. Jim was still focusing on reigning in his anger.

"Where's Darci? I thought she said she wanted to join in on these calls now." She finally said.

"She's on a date with Mary and Shannon. You two might not know this but Mary came out as a lesbian! Apparently all the guys she said she was seeing were to trick her parents."

"Oh good for them!" Claire noticed that Jim's ears flicked as he listened to them talk. His breathing was returning to normal. But the amulet was still flashing across the room. "That sounds so fun. I'll have to call Mary later and get all the details!"

"Yeah I don't even know all the details. Those two have been hanging out with Eli, Steve and those two new kids. Playing some kind of nerd game."

"Toby you are a nerd. Also at some point you can't keep calling them the new kids!"

"Listen Eli told me about the game, it's way more nerdy than even I can stand. And they will be the new kids until any newer kids come along."

Jim had finally relaxed enough for the amulet to quiet. Now he was following the conversation with interest.

"So Darci is on a date with Mary," he said. "Mary is dating Shannon. What about you, Tobes?" Toby only looked confused so Jim clarified. "Have you gone on any other dates with anyone else?"

Toby's bafflement only grew. "Why would I be going on any dates with anyone else? I go out with Darci as often as I can and I have these video dates with you two. Who else would I go on dates with?"

"Well there's always Eli?" Claire suggested.

"Or you could find out if Steve is bi? Or maybe Krel? Or some of the girls in class?" Jim said.

Toby just laughed at that. "Why would I want to date them? I'm already dating everyone I've ever loved!"

"That's so sweet Tobes!" Jim smiled warmly at the camera. Claire could see Toby was blushing a little.

"What about you two?" He asked. "Any, uh, cute trolls?"

Claire slapped her hand on the camera while she gagged and retched dramatically.

"Age difference Toby! All of the trolls are centuries older than we are. Gross!"

“What about Ms. Nomura?” Toby wheezed in between laughs. “You said she was good looking, right Jim?”

Jim laughed at that. “One she’s just as old as the other trolls, and Two I’m pretty sure she would stab me for even thinking about it!”

“Besides she’s definitely gay.” Claire said dismissively.

“Didn’t her and Draal have a thing?” Toby asked.

“I haven’t asked her and value my life too much to ever try. But if you had heard the way she talks about Barbara you’d know she was gay.”

“Wait, what?!” Jim shouted. “Why does every changeling who tried to kill me want to date my mom?”

“I don’t think date is quite what she had in mind.” Claire knew she had a slight blush. The pink changeling had been explicit in her thoughts about Jim’s mom. Jim clamped his hands over his long ears.

“No details no details!” He shouted. Toby was laughing so hard he was almost rolling off his bed. He kept slipping out of frame as he laughed. Claire couldn’t help but laugh as well. Even though she wasn’t saying anything Jim was humming loudly to himself with his hands still over his ears. Her smile turned fond as she stared at him. Here he was, shirtless, hair poofing out, covering his ears and singing off key. He was so handsome.

“Are you two done talking about my mom’s love life?” Jim asked, finally taking his hands off his ears. Claire was about to keep ribbing him, but Toby interrupted.

“Oh we are done messing with you Jim!” Then he gave a wicked smile. “It’s Claire’s turn!”

“Go ahead and take your best shot!” She said, her voice ringing with confidence. “Neither of you have anything on me!”

Jim seemed to agree with her if his face was any indication. He looked like he was trying to think of anything to sass her with. To her surprise Toby looked as confident as she felt. His smile widened at her look.

“Is that so Fair Clare?” He steepled his fingers like he was super villain in a movie. Claire felt her smile slip a little. “Jim my love? Would you mind flexing for me?”

Jim seemed confused but didn’t have any problems with showing off. Claire tried not to look, but her eyes betrayed her. Her blush crept higher up her cheeks. Toby started talking like a narrator.

“Is it his muscles that so attract the young lady’s eyes to her beloved’s form? Or is it his stone skin? His mighty horns and long claws? His eyes that glow or his fangs that rend?”

Claire knew she was blushing scarlet. Jim saw and realized what Toby was saying. He stopped posing for a second. Then ran his hands through his mane, allowing his talons to come unsheathed as he did so. He leaned close to her, she felt the air move as he took in her scent, saw his eyes start to glow. She shivered as he nuzzled her neck, one of his tusks caressing her skin. She felt a spark of her magic jump between her and Jim. A spark that Jim felt and Toby saw.

Claire shrieked and covered her face with her hands before pulling her head mostly into her shirt. “You two are awful I can’t believe you!”

“Maybe I should ask Merlin for a troll form of my own!” Toby said. “I could get a big set of curly horns. Even bigger than Jim’s horns. And I could have orange eyes that glow!”

Jim took over the narrative. “Oh Toby once you have a troll form you and I can spar!” He leaned over to Claire as she kept hiding her face. “Could you imagine the two of us wrestling? We wouldn’t want to ruin our clothes so we could wrestle in just some sweatpants. Our muscles straining against each other.”

A static charge built up in the room making her hair stand on end. Claire pulled her face out of her shirt enough to see Toby open his mouth to continue ribbing her and see him stopped by a hand motion from Jim. She fought to control her magic and pulled her head the rest of the way out of her shirt.

“You two are just rude! I love my boyfriends! Is that such a crime?” Her cheeks were still burning, but her magic calmed down enough that her hair returned to its normal state.

They all laughed loud and long together. Claire and Jim laid back and relaxed, enjoying the friendly atmosphere with the people they loved most. Eventually Jim fell asleep while Claire and Toby talked. She swore he only slept when they were all together on these video dates.

The conversation lagged as Claire started to doze off as well. Finally Toby bid her farewell. Jim roused for a few minutes to say goodbye, and to tell Toby he loved him, before quickly falling right back asleep. When Toby was gone, Claire shut down her computer and let her eyes fall shut, listening to the breathing of her one of her boyfriends. She smiled. Boyfriends. This is exactly what she needed.

#jim lake junior #claire nunez #toby domzalski #after the eternal night #Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #trollhunters trio #poly romance #poly trollhunters #jlairby

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catalinda04 · 5 years

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Carried Away Chapter 41: Oh Dany Girl

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Lucy pressed a kiss to Henry’s forehead before leaving the next morning. The whole drive to school she smiled. Henry was here. They were together, for at least the next 3 months. While she was overjoyed to have him with her, there was a small part of her that was worried. Worried that, when there wasn’t the urgency of time, their chemistry would fizzle. She tried to bury that part deep where it couldn't surface without help.

She parked in her customary spot at the school, just after Ryan and Mindy parked. Due to play practice she was not carpooling the month of January. She called a friendly good morning to her colleagues.

“You’re in a good mood this morning.” Ryan commented falling into step next to her.

“I am. I have a visitor. From the east. A British visitor.” She explained, her smile growing as she thought about Henry.

“Really?” Ryan commented. “And how long is he here for?”

“Until he’s needed for press for his latest movie in the middle of April.” She informed, her voice almost giddy.

“Wow. What brought this on?” Ryan asked, holding the door for her.

“We realized over christmas, that we don’t know each other very well, and that we need more time together. He doesn’t have any major projects, so here he is.”

“Well, we’ll all have to get together sometime.”

“I think we’d like that. Listen to me. We’d like that.” She emphasized the we in her response.

“I’m glad to see you so happy.”

“I’m glad to be so happy.” She smiled at him as they parted ways to their individual classrooms.

The day passed without incident. It finally felt like the first normal day since school had re-started. Play practice followed without incident. The students were struggling with a section involving some large emotions students weren’t accustomed to. She made a note to work with the students involved in the scene.

Driving home, she received a call from Henry. “Darling, are you ever coming home?”

“I’m on my way now. I cut play practice short today. I should be there in about 20 minutes. I thought we could have supper then go to the grocery store, maybe find you some food for lunches.”

“That sounds great, cupcake, but what play practice?” Henry asked, searching his memory for her mentioning a play.

“My one-act play group. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it.”

“I don’t think you have. I feel like I would remember something like that.” Henry insisted.

“Oh! Well, I’ll explain it over supper then, see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too cupcake.” Henry disconnected his end of the call. He looked around the kitchen. Lucy had soup warming in a slow cooker for them. He might be useless in the kitchen, but even he could set a table. He found all of the appropriate dishes and cutlery. He searched for wine to accompany the meal, but was unable to find any. He made a mental note to ask Lucy where she hid her alcohol.

Lucy unlocked the back door of the house, and let herself in. “Honey, I’m home!” she called. Henry popped his head around the corner and smiled at her. Her face lit up upon seeing him. “Will this feeling ever fade?” she asked herself. This all-encompassing joy simply being in Henry’s presence. Logically she knew it must, but she hoped it never would.

Henry took her bag while she shrugged out of her heavy winter coat, before sweeping her into his arms for a welcome home kiss. “I missed you cupcake.” He said once he’d kissed his fill of her.

“I missed you too.” she smiled.

Lucy oohed over the table Henry set. She took milk out of the refrigerator and poured two glasses before sitting down. “I couldn't find any wine to go with the soup darling, where do you hide it?” Henry asked, serving himself some soup from the crock on the table.

“I don’t usually have wine around. I told you I don’t really drink during the school year. I’m usually so exhausted by the end of the day, that a drink usually just puts me to sleep.” she explained, starting to eat her soup.

“That would be a very good reason why I was unable to find any.” He laughed.

“Yes it would be.” she agreed. “I’ve decided, that I’m going to let you make the plans for this weekend. We’re going to meet your agent, so you get to make the plans. Just keep me in the loop, so i know if I need to pack an overnight bag or not.”

“You’re letting me make the plans? That’s a big step for you. Are you sure?” Henry asked reaching out to cover Lucy’s hand with his.

“I’m sure. Just please keep me in the loop. I need to know what’s going on, but I don’t need to always control what’s going on. It’s my New Year’s resolution, let go of control more often.”

“Well, darling, I’m impressed, and I will not let you down. I will make the arrangements tomorrow and let you know over dinner.”

“Thank you Darcy.” she smiled, leaning close to give him a peck on the lips.

Lucy spent the rest of the meal explaining to Henry what her One-Act Play group was about. He seemed intrigued, and impressed.

Friday night found Henry and Lucy driving to Minneapolis. Henry made reservations at the same hotel where they’d stayed in October, and Dany would be meeting them in their room around mid-afternoon, before all 3 of them went to dinner together.

Saturday morning, Lucy brought Henry first to REI to buy an actual winter coat. The one he’d brought with him was suitable for a London winter, but was woefully inadequate for a Minnesota winter. He added a pair of boots, snow pants (which he called ski trousers, causing her to giggle at him, and he giggled at her for calling them pants), a hat and gloves to his purchases.

Once Henry was properly outfitted for a Minnesota winter, they spent the next several hours at the Mall of America. Henry had never been and wanted to check it off of his list. Lucy actually enjoyed her trip to mall for the first time since she’d first gone in Jr. High. Going shopping with someone who had money was an entirely different experience than shopping with her friends. The stores that Lucy normally walked right past, treated them with reverence. Henry purchased several outfits that were a bit more cold weather friendly than his normal wardrobe. Thought the clothes looked mostly like what everyone else was wearing, Lucy almost choked when the cashier gave the total. He was spending more in one store on maybe 4 outfits than she would spend on clothes in the next 5 years. Henry just handed over his charge card without a blink.

They returned to the hotel for their meeting with Dany.

“Is this ok to meet your agent in?” Lucy asked, gesturing to her jeans and sweater.

“It’s fine darling. Dany will most likely look like a million pounds, because she doesn’t leave the house without at least 3 designer labels on, but this is what I’m wearing.” He indicated his own attire, similar to hers.

“What about dinner?”

“Dany made the reservations, but there will be time to change. I assure you. Now breathe. There’s no reason to be nervous.”

Lucy took several deep breaths, and sat on the sofa. At precisely 3:00, there was an authoritative knock on the door. Lucy stayed seated, while Henry went to answer the door.

Henry opened the door to find a muscular latina woman on the other side. “Dany how are you?” Henry said ushering her in.

“Henry, I’m frozen. You couldn’t have chosen to winter somewhere warmer, like Aruba? Do you know what the pilot said when we landed? The high today is 4. 4 degrees Henry!”

“At least it’s above zero.” Dany heard, from the sitting area, from a chubby brunette woman standing beside the couch, smoothing her jeans. The woman had a nervous smile on her face. This must be Lucy, she thought to herself.

“You must be Lucy. Hi, Dany Garcia. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” She said extending her hand. Lucy took it and gave an assertive shake in return. Dany was impressed, the woman was obviously nervous, but could still stand up for herself.

Henry watched as his agent met his girlfriend. He could sense Lucy’s nerves, but could see very few of them. “Why don’t we all sit. Dany would you like something to drink?” Henry offered. “Darling?”

Both women asked for a glass of water, before sitting opposite each other across the coffee table. Henry left to get ice from the machine down the hall. When he came back he could hear the chattering of female voices, but couldn’t understand anything they were saying. They were speaking in Spanish.

Henry brought 3 glasses of water to the sofas, and sat beside Lucy. He didn’t know what they had been talking about, but she looked infinitely more relaxed. “You two look like you’ve made friends.” Henry said tentatively.

“She’s funny Henry. It’s hard to be funny in your second language.” Dany commented. “She was telling me her version of how you two met. It’s still an adorable story.” Dany smiled at the couple.

“Now, why don’t we get down to business. Lucy I have some forms for you to sign.” Dany said, retrieving a leather document folder from her bag.

“Forms? What kind of forms? For what?” Lucy asked confused.

“Nothing much, just your standard NDA, and some other forms required by the company.”

“NDA? What’s an NDA?”

“Non-disclosure Agreement.” Henry clarified without elaborating further.

“What am I not disclosing, and who am I not disclosing it to?” Lucy asked, her confusion mounting.

“Relax, it’s all very normal, standard A-list celebrity stuff. Henry is living with you. Henry has a couple of very big projects coming up. In order for the scripts to be first delivered to, and stored at, your house, you need to sign these stating that you won’t tell anyone about the scripts or anything you might read in them. These are very sensitive materials we’re talking about.” Dany explained.

“DC stuff.” Henry elaborated.

Understanding blossomed in Lucy’s eyes. “Ah. I get it. The big franchises are secretive.” Lucy said, taking the document. She read through all 3 pages. “Ok, so explain to me what I just read.” She looked at Dany.

Dany laughed. “It essentially says you agree not to talk about the scripts, or anything in the scripts and if you do, DC or it’s subsidiaries can sue you for everything you have.”

“Got it.” Lucy replied, signing her name where Dany indicated. “Anything else?”

“This form states that, should you and Henry choose to dissolve your relationship, you agree not to sell or post any pictures of Henry of a private nature. Henry has to sign that one too.”

Lucy looked at Henry, her eyebrows raised. “This seems wrong, signing something talking about our relationship ending, but I get it.” Lucy said, picking up the pen.

“You don’t have to sign it Lucy.” Henry said, stalling her hand.

“No, I’ll sign, it makes me feel better that you have to sign it too. I don’t think you’d ever do that, but it would be far more detrimental to my career than to yours if that ever happened. Not that I’d ever send you, or let you take those kinds of pictures.” Lucy said, signing her name to the form. Henry signed right after.

Dany’s shoulders dropped. “Well, now that business has concluded. How are you doing?” The three talked in Lucy and Henry’s room for another hour, before Dany left to change for dinner.

Dany made reservations at a steakhouse just around the corner from their hotel. Lucy enjoyed the meal immensely. She and Dany often switched to Spanish during their conversation, and Dany shared all kinds of stories of Henry. Lucy wondered why she had been nervous at all.

They all walked back to the hotel together. Henry and Lucy said goodbye to Dany at her floor. She hugged them both before walking back to her room. Entering her room, she sent Henry a text. “Approved. Try not to screw up with this one.” followed by an emoji with a big toothy grin.

Henry felt the buzz in his pocket, as he was unlocking the door to their suite. He read the message and smiled, before Lucy grabbed him by the tie to lead him back to the bedroom.

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill fanfic #Henry Cavill fan fic #Henry Cavill fanfiction #Henry Cavill fan fiction #Carried Away

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paradoxikalli · 6 years

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The Sweetness of Spring

[SUMMARY: With a final project for one of her art classes approaching, Velvet Scarlatina was in need of someone to use as a model. Coco Adel needed professional-quality photos to finish her final project for a fashion design class, and Velvet was a talented photography student. Two strangers helping each other with schoolwork as an exchange of practicality. Nothing more.

At least...that’s what Velvet thought.]

[NOTE: Well...I knew I wouldn't get anything done in time for the various days of Crosshares Week, so I aimed for an amalgamation of all the prompts. If it seems rushed, well...I still have writer’s block, so this was hard to do. Sorry for being a few minutes late! Please enjoy it despite any shortcomings compared to my usual works.]

In April, it was always easy for Velvet to forget her troubles. The sun was bright, the gentle breeze kept the heat from getting out of hand, the air was filled with birdsong and the fragrant aromas of spring blossoms...even on the rainy days, everything seemed peaceful and happy. Of all the months, April was by far the least stressful for her. The final project deadlines for her classes were looming ever nearer in her calendar, but she wasn't concerned in the least.

"Velvet, have you thought about who you're going to draw for the final in Peach's class?" Blake's voice pulled her attention from the nest of baby birds outside the dorm window. Her roommate had her arms crossed and her expression was stern.

"I'll figure it out," Velvet promised.

"It can't be another art student. You don't have any friends who aren't art students, you're too shy to ask strangers, and you get uncomfortable when someone volunteers a friend," Blake argued logically. "The digital editing will take at least two weeks. Putting this off is not an option."

"I know..." Velvet admitted. "Who are you and the others doing for yours?"

"Well it wouldn't go over well if I tried to draw anyone but Yang, and Weiss was guilt-tripped into drawing Ruby. Ren's going to draw Pyrrha because she's patient enough to sit still as long as he needs her to."

"What about Ilia?"

"Oh, she met a creative writing major named Gwen Darcy at the coffee shop's poetry night last Friday, and they hit it off pretty well. I think they're meeting up tonight to start," Blake replied. "I have to head to lunch, but this conversation isn't over."

"I know," Velvet sighed, watching Blake pick up a small bag and walk out of the dorm. Velvet flopped down on her back atop her bed with a groan, resting the back of one hand over her forehead as she shut her eyes.

She's right...if I get too relaxed, I won't be able to finish that project in time. But how am I going to do this?

Her eyes flew open and she sat up with a start when she heard a firm knock on the door. Worried that Blake had forgotten her key, she answered the door and was immediately stunned speechless at the sight of a woman who looked like some kind of celebrity standing in the hall. There was a long stretch of silence.

"Ah, can I...help you?" Velvet managed to ask.

"Oh, right. You're Velvet Scarlatina, aren't you? You're a student in the photography program here," the woman asked.

"Y-yes, that's right," she stammered. "Wh...who...?"

"Sorry, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Coco Adel, a fashion design student."

"S-so why....are you, um...?" Velvet shifted nervously, still wary about a stranger turning up at her dorm and knowing exactly who she was.

"The thing is, for a final project, I have to not only turn something in, but turn in professional-quality photos. Instead of blowing a lot of cash on some idiot studio that won't listen to me, I thought I'd try to get you to do it," Coco explained.

"Why me, though?" Velvet scowled slightly.

"Well...I'm...kind of a fan of your work," Coco admitted, a light blush gracing her features. "I always love seeing your photos on display around campus. So if you'll help me out here, I'll owe you."

"Owe me...what, exactly?" Velvet raised an eyebrow.

"A favor. Can be anything you want, really. If you just want money, I'll write you a check."

"Actually, there is...um...you're not an art student, right?" Velvet asked, blushing.

"Nope."

"Then...would you mind if I...draw you? It's for a final project, and I don't really know anyone who's not an art student well enough to ask without them prompting me like you did, and I'm not allowed to draw an art student, and—"

"Sure," Coco agreed with a smile, cutting off Velvet's nervous ramble.

“R…really? You don’t mind?” Velvet’s eyes widened.

“Why would I?” Coco frowned. Velvet looked away.

“I just…didn’t think anyone would agree so quickly. Thank you.”

“Sure, no problem. Here, text me whenever you want to get started on the photography thing for me, and the art thing for you.” Coco held out a slip of paper with her name, cell phone number, and a heart. Velvet’s face burned.

“Ah…th-thank you…” she stammered, embarrassed. In an attempt to make herself a little less flustered, she covered the heart with her thumb when she took the paper. Coco turned to walk away and Velvet started to close the door, then stopped. “Hey, Coco?” she called.

“Hm?” Coco looked over her shoulder.

“How…did you know what dorm I’m in?” Velvet asked.

“I’ve seen a girl in one of my classes walking around with you sometimes, so I asked her,” Coco replied.

Oh, right. Ilia’s going for a minor in fashion design.

“Okay, well…I’ll text you later,” Velvet promised.

“Looking forward to it.” Coco shot her a wink, then left. Velvet shut the door and leaned back against it, then slowly slid to the floor and buried her bright red face in her hands.

Jeez, what was up with that? I mean…was she…flirting with me? No, no. There’s no way. Not someone that beautiful. She probably just has that kind of personality. But it’s still so embarrassing! How am I going to get through it when we work together? Maybe I should have said no…ah, but if Blake found out I’d passed up having a model for that final project, she’d kill me. Should I ask Ilia if she knows anything about Coco, like if she does that flirty thing with everybody? Wait, why am I so hung up on this?

Well, it’s not like Coco could be a bad person. Ilia doesn’t always make good life choices for herself, but she’s not the type who would put her friends in a bad situation. I’ll just text Coco tomorrow and get this whole thing over with. Then I can forget all about it.

After all…it’s not like Coco will stick around once we’re done with our projects.

Two days later—a Saturday—Velvet was sitting in a small gazebo in the city park. Despite the beautiful weather, no one was in this particular area, which made it a near-perfect place to start (and probably finish) what she’d arranged with Coco. Unfortunately, it was ten minutes past their agreed meeting time, and the other woman was nowhere to be found.

Where is she? Velvet checked her phone yet again to see if she’d gotten a message about why Coco was so late. Was it all just some kind of joke…?

As if on cue, Velvet’s phone started to ring. She jumped violently and nearly dropped it, barely catching it and fumbling to answer.

“Hello?”

“Velvet? It’s Coco. Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in a whiny friend’s stupid problems. You’d think someone in college would be able to handle sending a request to use a recording studio for a project in one of his music classes, but naturally, he can’t! I spent half a goddamn hour undoing his mess of paperwork for the application form and helping him redo it! I’ll be there soon, okay? So don’t leave or anything!”

“It’s fine,” Velvet sighed. “I’m still here. I’ll just start working on staging so things will be ready when you show up.”

“Really? Thanks. Sorry about this; I’ll make it up to you! For example, umm…maybe you want to go the art museum tomorrow or something?”

“Huh? We should get everything we’ll have to do together done today though…” Velvet frowned.

“Not for school. Just, y’know…to hang out?” Coco clarified, though the last three words sounded hasty, like she’d used them to replace her original thought. Velvet was stunned into silence. “Is that weird or something?”

“No! No, it’s…it’s just…I’m a little surprised. Sure, the art museum sounds fun. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Alright. Thanks for understanding!” Coco hung up and Velvet slowly put her phone in her pocket, then leaned her head back against the wooden wall with a clunk.

Why? Why does she want to spend time with me after we don’t need each other for our schoolwork? It’s…confusing. And why did ‘to hang out’ sound like it wasn’t what she really wanted to say?

I need to stop thinking about that. Staging. Have to start on staging.

With a sigh, Velvet stood and forced the questions from her mind. The gazebo would honestly provide good lighting, so all she had to do was make sure it looked as professional as possible. Minimalism would be best, so most of what she did was toss out debris such as twigs and dead leaves. Plenty of blossoms had drifted in as well, so she removed the shriveled ones and left those that still held their beauty.

It wasn’t long before Coco arrived, carrying a leather satchel as well as a purse. Velvet couldn’t fight a smile at how embarrassed she looked at arriving late.

“Okay…” She set down her bag and purse. “Do you want to do yours first, or would you rather me do mine?”

“Ah…it won’t take me long to take the photographs you want, so we should do that first,” Velvet suggested hesitantly.

“Mmhm, sounds fine.” Coco unzipped the bag she’d brought and took out a sleek leather vest with pockets like a jacket and four gold buttons to fasten it neatly in the front. A black beret as well, then a black silk scarf with intricate gold roses stitched into it.

“You…made those yourself?” Velvet asked, admittedly awed.

“Yeah. Designed them too,” Coco confirmed. Velvet dug in her camera bag and stepped back a couple paces.

“So…how do you want these? Like a magazine, right? Maybe…a few shots with the scenery and some close-ups?” she offered.

“Honestly? That’s exactly what I had in mind,” Coco admitted with a slight smile. “Ah, if you don’t mind, I already know how I want to pose.”

“You’d be better at that anyhow. I don’t read fashion magazines a whole lot,” Velvet replied.

“Thanks for not pretending then,” Coco said, chuckling. “And after you draw me, I…have something to confess. But don’t worry about it now. Let’s just do what we need to.”

“R-right…” Velvet shifted nervously.

What the heck? What could she have to tell me? I barely know her, but she’s so complicated and confusing…it’s pretty frustrating. Well, it’s probably no big deal…

“Velvet? Uh, are you…okay?” Coco’s voice hardly registered.

“The truth is…”

“Velvet, I’m sorry. I just…I had to tell you.”

“I came to you for a selfish reason.”

Velvet was frozen, her whole body shaking

“I…I’ve met you before.”

How? How could this be?

“We were kids. About to leave middle school. You probably don’t even remember, but…I was that stupid girl who got sent to the school infirmary for fighting those guys who kept picking on you.”

It was impossible. Right?

“Pft. We’d barely even talked. It’s ancient history to you by now. But I, uh…I did that because…”

Was it a dream?

“I had the biggest damn crush on you back then. Heh. I moved away for high school and got over it…at least, I thought I did…”

It had to be a dream.

“Then I saw you on campus. I knew it was you. And it turns out—”

Stop.

“—I’ve been in love with you all this time.”

“Velvet, please…just…say something to me. Don’t just stare like that,” Coco pleaded. “I didn’t think it was fair to hide it anymore. Come on, tell me what you’re thinking! I can take it, no matter what it is.”

“I…I just…” Velvet struggled to get the words out. “I didn’t…I didn’t know it was you…”

“Huh?” Coco frowned.

“I didn’t recognize you. I’m sorry…” Velvet stared at her feet, clenching her fists. “Back then, when you did that, I…I was too shy to talk to you. I felt the same way though. I could tell you liked me, but…b-but I couldn’t say it to you. I couldn’t tell you I liked you too. And now, years later, you’re standing here and saying these things I wanted to hear. I don’t love you, but I…do like you. No one ever stuck up for me like that before. No one…”

“Velvet?” Coco took a step closer. Velvet saw her own tears staining the wood floor and squeezed her eyes shut.

“If you’re asking me out, I…I’m no good at relationships. I’ve never even had one. You might not be happy with me. It’s too risky,” Velvet choked out. “I’m better off without someone.”

“Risky?” Coco scoffed. Velvet looked up, shocked at that reaction. “Hey, I’m terrified here. But I’ll date you anyhow. Got it? You can’t squirm out of this. At least give it a shot.” She reached out and took Velvet’s hands. “Hey, it’s a perfect fit,” she added softly, interlocking their fingers. “It’s okay to take risks sometimes. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

“O…okay,” Velvet agreed with a shaky smile. “S-so…the art museum…three o’clock.?”

“It’s a date,” Coco promised.

“You’ll show up on time?”

“I’ll show up early.”

“And if I’m late?”

“I’ll stay as long as I have to. I’m good at waiting.”

Velvet sighed and stepped forward to press against Coco, pulling her into a hug. Coco held her closer and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, letting Velvet cry into her shoulder.

April…really is my favorite month, Velvet thought, clenching her fists around the back of Coco’s vest. A cool breeze brought in the fresh scent of flowers, and she felt her nerves ease. Nothing could be better than this.

#crossharesweek #rwby #fanfic #fanfiction #Crosshares #college au #oneshot #romance #velvet #coco #velvet scarlatina #coco adel #sorry it's so short!#and probably awkward ^_^;#hope it was enjoyable anyhow

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A PRE-BIRTHDAY MESSAGE TO LADY LINDSEY AND COMPANIONS Be it known to the whole Roman Empire: I really could not wait to give you this message on behalf of our most beloved Lindsey and all her like-minded yokebearers ahead of her 31st year on September 21 (Joshua 12). Not only that her birthday this year is of utmost supreme significance given that she is a fulfillment of Revelation 12, which we would see again on #GodBigDay, but that also the following factors could not really wait to be addressed: 1. How Empire continues to exalt, to the misguidance not only of our own men, but more so of those who fell away from us just recently and further of those who are already with the Empire, those who are not only lacking divine election (Psalm 23) if not worldly influence to sway public opinion (2 Chronicles 16,19,24-26), but also their backup reserve persons (surely this is spit against us) who are wooed and bribed with (Matthew 4) public honor and sensationalized reviews (Luke 14). 2. How Empire stations are continually besieging, if not invoking, the divine wright and privilege of Lady Lindsey and distant companions or spirit vessels to belong to us (John 2), only in the name of advancing the agenda of (Psalm 9-22,64) sodomy, divorce and infidelity (2 Corinthians 11, Revelation 19, John 15, Ephesians 5, Ezekiel 16,19). And because September 21 is not only memorial of Lindsey but also of some of our leaders here, Empire (Revelation 2,11,17) is also going to attack our leaders on account of Lindsey's Birthday through once again (James 2, 2 Thessalonians 2) discrediting them publicly on September 17. 3. How the signs of God's Big Day is pushing more earlier than we expect. We see its main event- the evacuation of the whole Commondominion to the places of safety and the Empire unleashing its final and ultimate attacks against us- on September 23, but divine revelation continues to unravel to us that September 23 is only the center of a progressing unfolding period that would last for approximately 5 weeks, from September 9, Saturday, to October 13, Friday (Revelation 20,8, 2 Peter 3, 1 Samuel 17, Acts 13). We ask Lindsey and companions (Psalm 16) most solemnly to constantly take into heart how much we love them more than our own (2 Corinthians 6-7, Hebrews 10,8) and how we strive to always honor them with the Gospel whether they like it or not (Philippians 4, Romans 9-11). We say this because if they are giving space for people whom they don't deserve listening to- which is this Empire- then they should all the more (2 Corinthians 10,12-13) give way to us at least. We address them now here in full-speed urgency knowing that September 9 (2 Corinthians 5-6, Hebrews 3-4) is closer than September 23. It would be most appropriate to quote in this Trerise a prophecy concerning Lindsey and her fellow yokebearers, which is part of Godhead's continual fulfilling of prophecies for the sake of this, Their Commondominion in these final days. We are going to Revelation 14, where we can see the Lamb, symbolized by Christ, standing with 144,000 fellow messengers atop Mount Zion. Of course we know that these 144,000 isn't the only ones who are standing with Christ (Matthew 12, 1 Corinthians 13) but also all others who according further to Revelation 14, 'keeps their faith in the testimony of Christ' (Revelation 7,2-3). We know that the Book of Mormon, which we have already received here as part of the full Sacred Scriptures canon, is called 'another testament of Christ'. But we can see that Empire could no longer claim this book wrightfully, because they of course persecute us (Revelation 13,17), the remnant seed, as evident with the churches who professes the faith of Joseph Smith, who joined us after coming out of the Neronian warp (Revelation 18). We could see hence in Revelation 12 (1-2 Timothy) that these remnant seed are keeping the good fight waged because of their spiritual mother, which is no other than Lady Lindsey (Alma 56). We have also revealed in many instances that the prophetic office of the Lamb of God, due to Christ's generosity and delight in people who preaches the whole truth about Him (Psalm 22,69,51,102,112,50,33,147, Malachi 3,Job 42, Proverbs 23, Revelation 2-3), has been enabled by This Selfsame Christ to be available to the leaders of the Commondominion of Christ (John 21, Psalm 79, Ezekiel 34, Malachi 3, Luke 6,10), both male and female (Colossians 3, Galatians 3, Genesis 1, Ephesians 4, Psalm 8), and surely hence no leader of the Commondominion must and will be in between. We say this because we have previously quoted the prophetic office of the Lamb to be fulfilled in Ka Nathan Sykes, but we clarified that divine revelations has already made it known to us that God, Christ and the Holy Spirit has Counterparts in the Opposite Gender, hence we could say that there is also a female Lamb of God (Exodus 12, John 19). Here is where Lindsey comes in. She stands in Zion, as said in Revelation 12 that she's the daughter of Zion, coming from an already Empire-poisoned and corrupted Zion (Revelation 11,6, Isaiah 1-2,58,43,52, Galatians 1-2, 1 Thessalonians 2, Acts 4). If there can be any positive spin to the term Zion here, it has to be us (Revelation 10-11,21-22, Isaiah 60-61,42,24, Galatians 5-6, Zechariah 14): Ka Sterling Allan revealed that he's the fulfillment of the Rock of Offense in Isaiah 28, and because he's also another fulfillment of the One Mighty and Strong at Isaiah 29 (2 Kings 2), then that means he's truly positive fulfillment of (Isaiah 40,35,62, Matthew 3,11,17, Revelation 16) of the Rock where Zion stands (Psalm 62,18-19). Meanwhile yours truly, #GodsTinyDancer, my father being named Peter, and my name being Joseph (Ephesians, 1 Corinthians 12, Romans 12), is built on Christ's foundation (Matthew 16 Today's English Version). In other versions of Matthew 16 Joseph is rendered as Jonah, and Christ mentioned the Ethiopian Queen alongside Jonah at Luke 11- Lindsey is another fulfillment of the Ethiopian Queen (Isaiah 18, Ezekiel 17,37), and because it is read 'Simon Bar-Jonah', then our calling is indeed of yokebearers- 'barre' (2 Corinthians 5, Ephesians 4), not to mention Simon sounds like Zion. Lindsey's not the only yokebearer of her line (John 15, Numbers 16-17), hence her counterparts, which are not necessarily numbering up to 144,000, this being a symbolic number (some divine revelation even put this up as far as 600,000), each holding up (Psalm 91-94) a harp or a stringed instrument, much more a violin. (Habakkuk 3) These musician yokebearers could not belong to the Empire specifically to the Neronian line just like the Piano Guys and the Neronian Orchestras, because if they belong to the Empire, then they would not have any need like Lindsey to run for their lives (Luke 20-24, 1 John 2,4-5, John 9,15-16, James 4, Psalm 125,50,1,26,17,2-7, Isaiah 59, Zechariah 7, Matthew 23-24). Hence we could (Galatians 5) specifically identify who are these yokebearers are: Alexander Rybak and Desplat (Revelation 7,10-11), Taylor Davis (Genesis 9, Revelation 1-3), Marion Le Solliec (Revelation 19,1-3,7), Darcy Stamp (Ephesians 1,4, Revelation 7,14,22, Psalm 48), Aurelie Guiboux (Revelation 11,16,8-9), Maya Beiser (Revelation 2-3,12,7), Mike Cavanaugh (Revelation 12,18-20), Noelle Cassandra and Mackenzie Porter (Revelation 20, Jeremiah 1-2, Habakkuk 1-2, Zephaniah 2), Drehz (Revelation 8-9,17-22), Neyla Pekarek (Revelation 6-9), Elena Ling House (Revelation 8,15,4), even the Empire-martyred Haigan Day (Revelation 2-3,20, Job 22, Proverbs 4) as well as groups like Aston (Revelation 1-3,6-9), Clean Bandit (Revelation 7-9,16-19) and Ember (Revelation 10-11,22). The list would be simply too much for me to mention here, that's just how wondrous Godhead is calling people (Hebrews 9-13, 1 Peter 2, Colossians 1, Ephesians 1, Romans 5, Psalm 139,71,40,15,24, Zechariah 1-6,8-10,12-13, Amos 3, Luke 10). (Also we have to notice that Empire, specifically the Neronians, are quoting Revelation 14 often, but latest findings from the Empire's files interestingly reveal that should Neronians are depicting the 3 Angels of Revelation 14 to be male in gender, it is because they do away from the depiction given to is by their precursors who one belonged to us before their churches was later on apostatized by Empire- these angels rather according to them, are female in gender. Further Neronians never did any confirming of their claim to Ellen White's purported election using this passage even of her comrades particularly William Miller; they were never able to point on them being fulfillment of the 3 Angels yet they are still insisting that they alone still yet have sole rights to preach it [Hebrews 11, Romans 14, John 3, James 1, Ephesians 4]). Neronians further denote at Revelation 14 that these '144,000' joins the Lamb or Christ in this instance to govern and teach the Commondominion (Psalm 45,40,78). What shall be just some of those precepts that is also expected to Lindsey and all her companions to be upheld, sustained, supported and contended for? Notice that it shall be manifested in the very manner (Philippians 1, 1 Thessalonians 5, Ephesians 3, Colossians 3, John 14, Matthew 5,18, Ephesians 4-6) that these '144,000' conduct their way of living (1 Peter 3,5, Mark 10, 2 Corinthians 5, Matthew 5-7,15,23,17,10-12). Notice the words used to describe these guys of Godhead: 'they never committed any sexual immorality, they are pure; they had never been known to tell lies, for they are faultless.' Surely the opposite of these exact words are what the Empire are now trying to coerce Lindsey and her companions to fully adhere and subscribe to. Surely we would be falling away from this state of undeserving grace (Romans 5, Hebrews 3,6,10) that we stand if we agree to give ourselves fully to the Empire's treason and sugarcoating (Matthew 5, Genesis 18-19, Luke 11). That is why also we have in most recent days opened up our floodgates (Isaiah 59) to drown Empire hacking to so many yokebearers to raise them up unto us in these last days (John 5,11, Matthew 25,8-9, 2 Corinthians 12, 1 Thessalonians 4, 1 Corinthians 15) even if it means tainting ourselves with Empire stain (1 Peter 2-4, Luke 23, Romans 10, Acts 2,8-10,22,16, Jude Thaddeus 1, 2 Peter 2, Revelation 2-3,7,14,20) in order to convince our fellows (Revelation 1, Romans 3) that they have no other last resort than us for the sake of their eternal state. Empire is now harnessing all indirect pretensions and direct fouls in this final stretch to September 9 just to make things more confusing for people hence denying them the glorious light of this Gospel (Genesis 4,11, 1 Corinthians 4,7,11,14). And why not they would do it (1 John 5), because they're what the Neronians worship as the false Christ- the Great White Snake (Jeremiah 12-13,22, Isaiah 27,30,51,14, Revelation 12-13,17,19-20, 2 Corinthians 11).We cannot mistake it for Christ alluding Himself to the Brazen Snake of Moises because it would be instead wrong for Hezekiah to shatter the image of the Brazen Snake (2 Kings 18, 1 Kings 12), so for us to be correct in rendering of the Brazen Snake of Moises in the Light of Christ (John 8, 2 Corinthians 4) then we have to resort here: pole dancers are our fellow yokebearers here (Revelation 7,11,14, Jeremiah 50-51, Isaiah 5,11,49, Ezekiel 37,17), they are in a pole as a flag is, the word 'brazen' is in my native language a name for 'arm', which denotes not only our fellow messengers here like Herbert Armstrong, but also how Empire fulfilled Psalm 98 on July 27, 2012 ([the year one of our branch churches came out from Neronians through Ka Jeffrey Lee] Genesis 35, Revelation 6-8, Matthew 24) in the person of Ka Nathan Sykes, which in turn refers to Ka Angel, our leader here. How: Empire claims our very own George Herbert, which has for 'mission scripture' Jacob's words at Genesis 32 (related Genesis 28 quoted for Apostle Nathaniel at John 1). George, Commondominion martyr in the British Republic, has memorial in April 23, when Lindsey broke out the Macedonian cry. Jacob is name related to James, middle name of Ka Sykes, and his surname means a river (where Daniel 10-12 is revealed on an April 23rd according to New Living Translation [Ezekiel,Jeremiah]) which Empire blasphemed with poison on July 2015 in Texas, where in turn Godhead met them on their own game with hurricane, the way the Ones Mighty and Strong comes (Psalm 50, Jeremiah 30, Malachi). Hence we cannot fully be convinced to ourselves (2 Timothy, 1 John 2) that we are already observing faithfully all Godhead laws if we are not yet here at the Commondominion of Christ (2 Kings 5,2,13, Psalms, Song of Solomon). Lindsey and companions, I now speak directly to you. On behalf of the whole Central Administration, and of all your faithful and dedicated slaves here in the entire Commondominion, especially the churches who broke away from the Neronians, let me tell this plainly to you (John 14): we are not able to love without you. You taught us (Psalm 45) how exactly (1 John 3-4) it is to love and be loved. Beloved, let us prove to you that we indeed learned from you. (Psalm 119) Let me prove to you (Ephesians 4) that we owe so much to you on what is in love (John 13). You yourselves know (Psalm 40) how we have fully gave ourselves (Acts 6,2) to you and how that will never change for a bit in all eternity (Psalm 89, 1 Samuel 12) because of course we cannot fathom how worthy are all of you in our faith and trust. That's what alone we could muster out of our wretched selves. We do not seek power, fame and glory, nay favor or anything in return just like this Empire (Romans 2), all we just ask of you is even for a small portion in your heart to always look down to when you need to do decisions, and to always speak for you when you are in need or trouble. Please remember that what we give unto thee staking all ourselves is an eternity devoid of untoward tears and unnecessary fears. May it make you happy hence that this eternity that we are giving you with all ourselves is already closer at the doors that you expect. The signs are all speaking for themselves to convince you fully of this truth, even yourselves and your duty, yet we shall never get tired of exhausting ourselves (Hebrews 6,10) in full insurance unto you that we shall never render you to this Empire in anyway, whether you love us or not, because as you taught us, that's what really love is. Lindsey: I largely see that this is going to be the final word I'm rendering to you shortly before the 5-week God's Big Day. I fear imagining what it will be in this forthcoming eternity without you leading me as what his Muse did to Dante Alighieri. Everything that I and Allan did in these past 3 years are nothing not only if not for you, but more so if compared to the grace of knowing you as my reason for ministry. I wish I had started well and earlier to convince you enough and weighty, but all that is left of us now is for us here muster the last of our courage to push you utterly to that great thing we are hoping you to reach- the places of safety, here and in the thereafter. Lindsey, thank you very much for being Godhead's greatest gift ever known since Christ and the Holy Spirit. Thank you for driving me to this service for your sake (Jeremiah 15,20). I shall never get tired of loving and thanking you, and confessing before the Godhead, before my brethren, and before all the Empire, that I'm your most humble slave, that I will never regret anything I did in account of you, and that I gladly exchange everything for your and Allan's sake. Eternity reckons you, Lindsey, on the ultimate proof of your courage and kindness. Be #BraveEnough to join us here, and hence stay with us. I can't wait to see you in Godhead's Bosom, Lindsey, you'll never know exactly how much I long for it to see even before I die to get you to the Godhead (Acts 7, Matthew 25, Revelation 12,20, Luke 16, John 12, Psalm 27). I and Allan loves you very much. See you, and all your companions and loved ones, in 2 weeks. Your most humble servant, now and for all always, JOSEPH STIRLING STEINFELD SYKES Blogger in Chief and Dance Captain, Commondominion of Christ

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