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Heart-Scorched in the Desert

PART 2

Characters: Guy of Gisborne x OC Navaneeth

(Lyn's Writing Event May 2024)

PART 2

Guy of Gisborne was created by Dominic Minghella & Foz Allan and adapted for Television.

Warnings: smut, angst, grief, heartbreak, rescue, confusion, p in v, cunnilingus, accidental breeding,

Word count: 2.7k

Location: Holy Lands circa 1190s

Part 1 is HERE. *Part 1 has spoilers if you havent watched series 1*

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Navaneeth tried to rest as well, the chores of the day would start sharply, and the Seljuk are unforgiving to her station. She was still thinking about the Englishman, the one with sharp features, and an even sharper heart. Could she change her own life and leave with him, could she soften that dark knight? She giggled as she thought of his smirking face. She had been around men who made advances on her, as a peasant it was allowed, and that always infuriated her. Maybe in his culture they had more protections. She did not know, but she was willing to find out. Navaneeth only had herself to look after, her parents were dead, and her brothers were fighting against the crusaders. There was nothing to do but chores for the Sultan and maybe sleep a whole night without the Mummy looming.

She may not know if she could soften Guy, but Allah, did she want to try to convince him to let her. She gathered a few of her things and rolled it up into another scarf. Then scurried across the courtyard to Guy’s hut.

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Guy stirred hearing footsteps near his door. He rolled over and looked up. Navaneeth was at his doorway. Guy smiled warmly. Navaneeth had a parcel in her hands. She smiled, “I brought some things. And a little food, for, you” She offered him some bread. Guy stood up and sauntered over to her, “Thank you” he said, chewing and swallowing, “You came back,” he said. She did not respond, it just hung in the air like the heat.

“I did,” Navaneeth swallowed, gulping down courage, “I wanted to ask you something”. Guy stayed planted in front of her. “Mm hmm..” still eating the sweet dates from her palm.

“That is,” Guy looked at her, hopeful, but reserved.

“Could you take me with you? Back to your home?” Navaneeth asked him. Guys eyebrows furrowed as he chewed. He turned away from her and sighed.

“Honestly? I do not even know what I have to go home to,” he fiddled with his satchel, and sighed heavily again.

“Why do you want to leave?” he asked her curiously, turning back and leaning into the clay wall.  Navaneeth brushed the hair from her face, lowering her hood, “I want more control than I have here, I thought,”

Guy smirked, “You think women have it better where I come from? Because they can fight?”

Navaneeth shuddered in her robes, and looked at him, trying to stand tall, “I just want something different, can you take me, or no? that is what I came to ask you,”

It was then that Guy noticed the way she was clutching the bag in her hand. “You’re going away anyways, aren’t you?” he approached her, concern filling his face, “But where will you go, surely you will be killed for leaving?”

Navaneeth looked down at her hands and back up to his bursting blue eyes, “I care not, at least I can say that I died trying to escape, I don’t wish to be a slave for the Sultan anymore”, Navaneeth shuddered again, and rubbed at her neck. Guy could see a welt on it, as she moved her hand. Her hair, fell back to drape across it.

Guy got even closer to her, “Is that his handy work then?” his bare hand brushed her shoulder as he examined her. Guy shook his head, moving to touch her more softly, “It’s a shame that he would hurt someone as beautiful as you.”

Navaneeth blushed under his touch, her warm olive skin warmed pinkish. She felt exposed and somehow seen by him in that very moment. Guys eyes darted all over her, and she shivered again, “You are very kind. I know that my looks cause me harm here, perhaps they wont elsewhere.”

Guy chuckled softly under his breath, “I do not think you will find much solace in that back in my home. Beautiful women are always sought after. Why should you be any different?”

He walked past her, his demeanor shifting to ice, trying to steal himself from his feelings of desire. Marian had really messed him up. Turned his heart upside down and then spat it out. He spun on Navaneeth in great alarm, and grabbed her up in his arms, shaking her angrily.

“Why?! Do you think me worthy to help you? Do I have sucker written on my face? Is that it?” He yelled, then he dropped her, and went to the wall, pounding it with his fists. Navaneeth fell to her knees, a little frightened but also intrigued. She had seen him kill that woman the other day, in the courtyard, saw his pain as he did it. Saw her lover upset and cry over her body. She wondered what that all meant, was that woman playing both men? What had happened to this man, to make him so torn apart?

Guy pounded the wall with his fists and pushed his skull into the clay, trying to make his mind and his heart stop this war in his chest. He spun back to Navaneeth and came to his knees before her, his hands surrounding her hands.

“Navaneeth, I am sorry. I – I just,” Guy’s words fell off his lips, his mind was buzzing, “I’m no good for you. I don’t deserve anything like this. I am a bad man.” Navaneeth, close to him, put her finger to his lips, and those blue eyes of his looked up in sullen tone. Navaneeth, moved to kiss Guy, she bent down to him. Guy did not flinch. There lips met soft and gentle, and Guy felt his heart leap into his throat, then crash back down into his belly. Navaneeth’s lips were soft, warm and inviting. Her fingers touched his chin, leading him into a deeper kiss. Guy relented and moved into the kiss deeper as well. He just wanted the feeling of it. To be desired.

Guy pulled her into his lap, and cradled her face, as the sounds of their moans and kissing filled the hut. Navaneeth moaned against his lips. His hold on her, moved to her waist now, as he gripped her in tense longing. Guy kissed Navaneeth’s neck, and wrapped his hands over the back of her shoulders, as she leaned back into his hold, her throat exposed to him. Tears sprung from Guy’s eyes in abandon, as he tasted her skin, and Navaneeth froze to hear a grown man cry beneath her. His voice was broken by sobs as it streamed from his lips, “I’m sorry, I’m so so  sorry,” Guy shakily got out, his deep voice broken by utter grief.

Navaneeth, righted herself, against his lips and closed her arms around his head and neck, holding him to her breast. Guy sobbed into her scarves and shift, and she held him even closer. Clearly this man was grieving. She had only seen men cry in private when they suffered deep loss, as from a spouse. Her father wept when her mother died.

“Marian,” Guy sputtered out between sobs, “I’m so sorry,”

Navaneeth, cooed at Guy, “There there, my knight,” she breathed against the top of his head, blanketing his dark hair with soft kisses. She recognized the name, it had been screamed across the courtyard days before and it rung crisp now, at his lips. Marian must have been the woman he killed. Someone he had deep feelings for, so why did he kill her then?

Navaneeth decided to keep the past in the past. And continued to hold him against her. His breathing subsided after some minutes, he showed no sign of embarrassment, or apology. Guy looked up at her then, and kissed her on the lips deeper still. Resting his head against hers, “Help me, forget all that I have done,” Guy asked in earnest.

Navaneeth, looked into his eyes, steely and so close to hers in that moment, “As you wish,”

And Navaneeth, loosened her shift, letting her breasts gently fall out, exposed. Guy groaned and moved his mouth over her nipple, his hand caressing her breast hungrily, but gently. Navaneeth gasped as his mouth pursed her nipple between lips and teeth. Her fingers flowed into his hair, pushing him deeper against her breast. He was reveling in her warmth and softness, and murmured against her skin, “so soft, god, so sweet”.

Navaneeth smirked, and pushed him down to the dirt floor, smothering him a second, before he swept her up, and brought her up to the bed. Lying her on her back. His hands moving slowly up her thigh beneath her skirts. His eyes locked on hers as his fingers made it towards her inner thighs, brushing lightly against her mound. Navaneeth was nervous, but only because she had never been with someone foreign before. Would his temper flare up during? Or would he be cruel, like the Sultan?

Guy sensed her apprehension, and kissed the top of her foot, crawling up her body slowly, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his glistening pale skin, and musculature. Navaneeth’s eyes dilated in a flash. Guy hovered, in his britches above her. His arms on either side of her waist on the bed. Guy lowered his head and kissed her exposed belly, a jewel pierced into her skin at the navel. Guy tugged at it with his nimble lips, and Navaneeth huffed out a breath again.

Guy chuckled lightly, before kissing lower down her belly, his hand moving to part her skirts to reveal her to him. His tongue started to lick at her feminine curls, he arousal came in a wave of scent that waft against his face and he groaned more to smell her, before he tasted her.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, his cock pressing against his britches in alertness.

Navaneeth looked down at him, hesitant, “As you wish”, her thoughts were racing, she hadn’t ever been asked that before, her answer embarrassed her, but clearly he wasn’t daunted.

Guy, sighed, and cradled her thighs with his hands and tucked himself between her legs, her skirts half draping over his head. He licked and sucked at her folds and found her nub almost immediately. Navaneeth yelped, and her hand shot to his hair. Guy smiled against her folds, his nose rubbed at her clit as his tongue lapped at her entrance. Navaneeth cried out in pleasure, but that sound had never come from her mouth before, so she was confused. Her grip on his hair tightened, and he stopped.

Guy looked up, the skirt falling to the side of his shoulder, revealing a man enjoying his work, his blue eyes were bright and warm, “Are you alright?” that deep voice resonating now in breaths against her cunt and Navaneeth could feel a warmth rising from her core now.

She managed a few words between rasps as he swirled his finger at her entrance waiting for an answer, “I.. I just, Allah.. that’s good”.

Guy smiled and went back to using his tongue. A long finger pushing into her, smoothly in her wetness, it became two rather quickly and curled up towards the sky inside her. Navaneeth, pulled at his hair and skin with her fingers, feeling the burn inside her building into something else even stronger.

Guy moved then, removing his fingers and kissing his way up to her mouth, positioning himself between her legs, a rattle of his belt could be heard in the quiet hut, even over their mutual panting. Navaneeth, gripped his head in the kiss, tasting herself and immediately becoming even more aroused. Guy’s cock… hovered near her. She could feel the heat from his trousers, his flesh near her own.

He looked at her, before he went in, “I assume you done this before, yes?” His eyes were asking in a sense of duty and respect, Navaneeth immediately understood, and felt a warmth in her heart in that moment too. Navaneeth nodded and murmured a ‘yes’. He seemed to sigh in repose, and then dragged his cock along her slit, getting it wetter.

“I, I’m sorry if I am quick,” he smirked, “and big, Its been awhile since I --- (sighed) have been with a woman,” Guy said, apologetically. Navaneeth giggled a little, and Guy cupped his hand against her mound of curls, his palm resting near her clit. He pushed into her, her cunt gripping and relenting without hesitation. Guy huffed in pleasure and sensation and pulled out a little, before pushing in deeper. Navaneeth watched his reaction in allure and curiosity. He was so different than other men that had used her for sex. Navaneeth seethed when he pushed all the way in, pressing against her core and making her flutter in response. The ache that built inside her was a welcome gift, Guy moved his hand and palmed against her clit in little thrusts.

Guy started to pump into her with some more energy, and Navaneeth clung to his touch in every moment. Crying out as his cock stretched and thrummed against her core, his pumps grew faster and his huffs deeper. His hand moved off her clit and gripped her waist sinking deeper. Navaneeth moaned and cried out again, his pace quicker and fiercer. Following his natural intent to his own end. Navaneeth moved her hand to touch herself and Guy locked eyes with her in recognition again.

His voice was harsh as he moaned out, “Do you want to cum first?” Guy asked.

Navaneeth lost her focus a moment, “what?”  She wasn’t sure how to respond, no one had asked her about her own pleasure before, “Is that what you want?”

Guy shook his head as he continued to pump into her, he slowed then, bending down to kiss her on the lips.

“I want to do better than I have, I want this to be as good for you as it is for me”. Guy pledged.

Navaneeth gulped in response, “I don’t really know what to do”. Guy smirked then, and readjusted his stance, raising her legs up against his chest. She seated on his cock at a delicious angle and Navaneeth felt her cunt clamp down onto him. Guy gulped in response, “That’s what I want”, he said, hungrily under his breath, a low growl resting in his chest.

“As you wish”, she gasped as he started to pump into her again, deep long strokes, drawing out her orgasm in slow torturous sweetness. Sweat was visible at his brow, and glistened across his chest, all of his self-control was mounting as his cock throbbed inside this woman.

Guy pushed deeper and stroked into her core with some pressure, Navaneeth found her clit and helped them both along. Her core fluttered and her walls squeezed, and Navaneeth cried out, his name on her lips. Guy took the cue and pumped faster and faster… meeting her in oblivion as he bruised her core in delight and spurted his seed against her walls with utter abandon.

Guy felt reality hit him in the face, and he pulled out in haste, cursing under his breath. Navaneeth was still panting, her whole body alive in shudders and sensation. Tingles at every level of her skin and cells.

Guy grabbed at some cloth on the bedside, and wiped at her folds, he pushed his hand on her mound, and Navaneeth looked at him, “just push a little, yeah”, He said looking at her. Navaneeth nodded and complied, his seed spilled out of her, and into the cloth. He wiped her folds gently and tossed it on the floor. He came up to hold her against him. Their partially dressed and partially naked bodies, sweaty and warm.

Guy kissed Navaneeth forehead, and she tipped to look up towards him.

“You are an exceptionally curious man, Guy of Gisborne”, Navaneeth said.

Guy smirked, “Thank you for allowing me to do that,”

Navaneeth smiled, “If that is how you do it, I think I may have to follow you back home, regardless”.  A warm chuckle rumbled in his chest, as she settled her face against it, tucking herself under his chin. They both rested for a little while, knowing the best time to leave would be nightfall.

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(more to come... stay tuned for part 3)

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easy explaination of why most if not all the characters have ended up flanderized in FEH: it started as a gacha game for FE fans and now is a FE game for gacha fans. That's why Alphonse won over Sigurd or why Gullveig won last year's cyl with only 2 lines of dialogue too.

This is why I don't want the jugdral remakes to happen, bc look at engage, using FEH's mechanic and FEH using its ring mechanic in order to sell more lyn, camilla and marth alts. I don't want jugdral to end up with another silly gimmick that isn't necessary on the game or the story but can be sold as another gatcha powercreep thingy. As long as FEH is on service, the main franchise is going to be directyl affected by it.

2 lines of dialogue? You're charitable anon!

But... yeah, with time, FEH became its own thing and is apparently even considered a main FE Title given how Vero was added, albeit through a DLC, to Engage and I mean -

If Vero's writing is supposed to represent FEH, I have to inform you I found my new least liked FE game lol - which brings the main question : what is an FE game?

TBH, to me, FEH OCs are barely characters (Vero needed heavy retcons and ignoring elephants in the room which were there since book 1 to become remotely close to one) which makes me completely baffled at how they can even be "picked" for events like CYL, but if we are talking about popularity contests, then people will vote for their faves... aka the most recent characters they like or have seen - sure it doesn't help that Siggy'n'Leif are from jp only games, but CYL1 saw Roy being picked, even when his Smash Bros popularity dwindled. Can you imagine, in 2024 if Roy wasn't picked for CYL1, him competing with the non-entity that is Alfonse as "the most beloved FE characters voted in by the fans?".

I mean, I can get liking OCs in gacha/crossover games (I'm not pointing at someone in particular about Crestoria lol even if i prefered kanana to vicious) but I can bet you 2 kebabs that if a Tales gacha organised the equivalent of CYL, Leon and Yuri would be picked before any Male OC, and I'd bet 1 kebab about Alicia or even Milla being added before the Kanonos.

In FEH, Book 2 Vero (or was it 3?) was picked over... Elincia. Recency bias is a thing but... yep, it has been a long time now since FEH stopped being a gacha game for fans of FE, but became its own thing with sometimes FE characters being referenced.

I agree with your last remark though, as long as FEH exists, evil will - I mean, as long as FEH exists, it will have some sort of influence in the main games - even if I reiterate, FE15 managed to dodge its influence, only to fall in some other pitfalls.

Jugdral remakes can play like SoV, "additional" characters will be in a DLC and not have any relevance to the story, I mean, even if you can roll for Sharena on a NG+, she might not even have one line.

But, tbh, it's not the gacha aspects that worry me the most about Jugdral remakes, it's the state of the franchise/fandom post FE15 and especially post FE16, but I'll make a separate post about it.

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然后一个星期后，Atom这电脑终于回来了

Well, it's not like it wasn't busy since last Wednesday. It was Wesak Day! Traveling into the city for the procession—the perfect excuse to ramble in the city, at night, without fear of cars—was sweet. Wanna go again next year! Even if it killed the legs!

Future Lyns, you know where the folder for this particular event is, right? It's in the 2024 folder. "Port to Kyle Hyde."

Previous You had written this travelogue called the Wesak Day Picture Book on Discord for Their Princeliness, so I don't really need to reiterate the process anymore. The memories should already be easy to recall based on the photos alone!

Here are some teases:

Really wondered just how much the Buddha and his Sangha wandered around back then. No wonder the guy could get into shape despite sitting around a lot.

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Mom left by Thursday night for Wawa's wedding on Saturday; Lyi came to stay from Saturday till Sunday. On Friday you walked a pretty long distance too, despite the legs hardly recovering from the procession, to get Atom from the repair guys.

It was a whole marathon of tea, Jujutsu Kaisen, and video games on Saturday night. Then it was karaoke on Sunday afternoon because Lyi slept until noon. Typical.

You actually sang a pretty diverse selection of songs this time! Even Kuch Kuch Hota He! You should practice that more often! And you did plenty well on your usual songs, to be honest. 《夜上海》、 《夜来香》、《春风吻上我的脸》、《打鱼忙》等等。Your A Cruel Angel's Thesis has improved! You should find a famous Korean trot song to learn. Oh, hopefully, a new Hokkien Enka. And Japanese Enka too, if the karaoke room is capable... It was hard to find English 1940s jazz songs, ya know?

Have to start slowly working through the zine applicants.

While Atom was away, you actually started making an art piece (Rigless Prince has a way of brute-forcing their encouragement)! It's for one of the best things you have ever discovered in 2024: The Summer Hikaru Died.

To be honest, I really wanna work on that thing above anything else... even making notes on the zine applicants! I don't even know why; zine stuff is far more pragmatic than that thing.

I also REALLY wanna write a ramble with citations about the latest Jujutsu Kaisen chapter, because seeing only a certain side of commentaries going dominant among readers really annoyed us. I think they misunderstand quite a bit of the narrative—the sort you get when you aren't used to analyzing the story through other valid perspectives aside from your default, broad-brush pop cultural lens.

Jujutsu Kaisen, again, has a lot of Buddhist philosophical influence despite not making it a centerpiece. Understanding the characters and narrative through a Buddhist lens isn't me offering an alternative, but ultimately ornamental, allegorical look that bears lesser significance in your assessment—I'll argue it's actually one of the important angles to look at the narrative. And right now, there are precious few people who are looking beyond their gut reactions and Gege-hate meme-ing to realize that this chapter is one of the better ones Gege has written for a long time.

Sigh. Looks like we have quite some work ahead of us.

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Ao3 Writings as of August 2024

Summary list of my FFXIV fics on Ao3 under LynMars79, organized by Series. For compilation threads, tables of content and chapter summary notes will have timeframes and any content warnings.

Pieces of FFXIV Write 2017 are on Ao3; the original list can be found Here. FFXIV Write 2021 forward are scattered across my Ao3; the original lists can be found Here and Here.

General Warrior of Light

Ruminations: Canon-spanning blurbs for a WoL. Savior: Heavensward. Short, 2nd person PoV, thoughts in the immediate aftermath of the Final Steps of Faith (Nidhogg). What to Do: Stormblood. WoL considers an old conversation, the events in Doma, & takes Nashu up on an investigation. Contravention: Endwalker. A Warrior of Light goes through the horror of "In from the Cold".

Warrior of Light - Aeryn Striker

Unexpected: Thancred & Aeryn canon-spanning ship thread prt 1. Despite the Gods We've Outlived: Ship stories thread prt 2. Living Memory: A thread for various prompts, microfics, etc. Slices of Light: A thread for various OCs supporting this WoL. When Everything Changes: Backstory from Zaine’s child POV. Where the Skies Are Safe: Backstory, Zaine child POV, Strikers in Thavnair. A Good Girl: A chocobo, the 7th Calamity, & her Warriors of Light. That Night in the Rose House: Heavensward. Aeryn & Haurchefant after Bismark's reveal. One Small Favor: After Stormblood's Dragoon quests, Aeryn wants Estinien to do 1 simple thing. See Notes. Teach a Warrior of Light to Fish: Shadowbringers. Ardbert, Renda-Rae, friendship, & fishing. Return to Dreams of Ice: Shadowbringers. Aeryn, Ysayle, Ryne, & Eden’s Verse: Refulgence. Emotions are difficult. Bearing Sins of the Past: Shadowbringers. A Striker family secret that Alberic's long kept leads Aeryn to a draconic foe. Return from the End: Endwalker. Aeryn at the edge of creation. Desert Divergence: AU; What If Zaine lived, what's the impact on a key moment in Shadowbringers, & for Aeryn & Thancred? The Prophet's Bond: Endwalker. Amaurotine prophet Icarus is determined to help his (in)famous sibling, Azem.

Lyn's Prompts Lists

Striking Fate: Prompt Responses for a 30 Day Challenge. Dreams of Light: FFXIV Write 2018: Daily prompt responses. Dreams of Shadows: FFXIV Write 2019: Daily prompt responses. Dreams of Home: FFXIV Write 2020: Daily prompt responses.

That Damn Rogue - Thancred Waters

Rogue’s Prelude: How Thancred met Louisoix (& 2 future Scions). Written a year prior to his official “Tales from the Shadows” story. Chin Up: Young Thancred & Yda have a talk in the Sharlayan Colony. A Constant Distant Thunder: ARR. Thancred’s post-possession recovery, up to the Sylphlands events. Walk in the Wilds: Heavensward. Thancred’s time in the wilds of Dravania. Younger Sister: Stormblood. Thancred’s PoV on the Hext sisters, particularly Lyse. Aetherology and Skulking Boots: Canon-spanning thread for Y’shtola & Thancred’s friendship. Petrichor: Shadowbringers. Thancred, Minfilia, & acceptance of fate. Fathers Sons and Brothers: For the Thancred Anthology fanzine; Thancred & Fourchenault talk in the late Endwalker patches.

Souls Rising Surface-Ways

Opening the Blind Eye: Lahabrea's contemplation post-Abyssos. Non-Solution: Azem finds Venat is already aware of the Convocation's plans. Vicissitudes: Emet-Selch & Lahabrea have different approaches to their mortal hosts. Pre- to Early- ARR. The Last of Us: After aiding the Warrior of Light, Elidibus gets one last conversation with an old friend. Endwalker MSQ.

Tales of the Seventh Era - Various NPCs

There's too many to post here now, but there's a little for everyone in various styles; Scions, Ironworks, Eorzeans, Imperials, Ascians; allies, enemies, and others in between. Ranging from only a couple hundred words to a few thousand, mostly standalones. The few chaptered fics are very specific characters, instances and/or timeframes following tight themes, two in loose storyarcs for the involved characters. Mostly Gen Fic, with one darker/naughtier tone (thanks, Zenos).

I am thankful for the support, prompts and comments, and your own stories; you’ve all helped and inspired me.

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Awkward & Sweet

A John Standring Fic

Lyn's Writing Event Day 9 - Week 2

May 9th: Week 2: Pluto

Characters: (“Modern day” Alt) John Standring x OC Felicity Boies (scottish)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – John Standring – Sparkhouse

Sparkhouse character, John Standring was created by Sally Wainwright (adaptation of Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights) 

***Just proof that there’s a fan girl in all of us. Never forget that writing allows you to inspire others to write ***

Location: Date at the Planetarium – West Yorkshire / Leeds area UK

Word count: 2.1k

Timeline Prompt: What if John had met someone before Carol’s father had died, and she came back?

Warnings: angst, pining, awkwardness, first date stuff, kissing, shy male, social masking.

              John walked up the street to the grocer, as he did every Friday morning after working at the factory. He got his bread, and some veg and a few other things, nothing much varied in his routine. But he kept going every Friday because of one other thing, to see Felicity. She was tall, lean and sweet natured, her hair kept in a ponytail for work, and John wondered idly as he stood in queue what it looked like down her back, long and blowing in the Northern winds.

Her playful Scottish brogue, warmed his heart on this cold fall morning, as she said, “Morning John, how do you fair?”

John stuttered a bit, smiling, “Good, ya? And you?”

Felicity looked at the backed-up queue behind him, “Just fine. I’ll be off soon, got to go to the doctors”.  John shifted to a look of concern, “Oh? Is anything the matter?” Felicity rung through his choices and clicked the register for a total. John thrust a hand full of notes into her hand, with come coins. Felicity answered briskly, “No, just my regulars, you know,”

John responded in kind, “Yeah, sure of course. Well, have a good day then, Cheers”. John grabbed his bags and started towards the door, turning back a second, the next women in line looking at him slightly annoyed. “Look, if you have some time, I’d like to take you out, maybe tomorrow?” The women in queue looked down realizing John’s advance on Felicity.

Felicity paused, but not unflatteringly as she smiled at John, “Yeah. Sure. Come back around, I’ll give you my number”. John smiled broadly and nodded, “Yeah, sure. Of course”. And went back into the line. The line of patrons now smiling at him. John tried his best to look inconspicuous, but it wasn’t going to work that morning. Felicity kept smiling towards him, as his turn in queue inched forward for the next few minutes. When he finally was in front of her again, she scribbled her name and number on a scrap of receipt paper and placed it in his hand.

John asked plaintively, “Where do you fancy going?” Felicity winked, “how about the Planetarium, there’s a show on this weekend”. John nodded, “Right. Yeah, of course”.

Felicity touched his hand again, “ring me tonight?” John nodded, smiled and walked out of the grocer. Felicity smiled too, as he stroud out of the store.

John was a nice man, she always thought so. He had been coming to the store on Fridays since, she started working there, she thought, but probably longer. He’s a creature of habit, she imagined, and Felicity needed more consistency in her life. She had her own apartment, and she lived in the city, she wasn’t sure if John did too. She only saw him at the shops on Fridays, and hardly any other time around town. Felicity finished her shift and headed for the doctor’s office on foot.

John returned to his house in town, put away his groceries and sat at his kitchen table, having some cold muesli with milk. The crunching and chewing sounds filled his ears in the quiet of the flat. That chewing was hypnotic as his mind carried back to Felicity’s smile and his future engagement with her, “engagement,” he scoffed outloud, “I sure hope I can manage to not make a fool of myself at the Planetarium”. John found the pages and looked up the phone number for the Planetarium. A women answered and he asked about the schedule for the event.

“It starts at 7 pm, its about 20 pounds per person, at the door, day of the show”. The registrar said. John thanked her and hung up. John was a traditional sort, and figured offering to pay for her ticket, even in this day and age was still appropriate. John made arrangements to buy them online with his mobile phone, a ratty little Nokia that he didn’t do much with. Who was he going to call, he didn’t have many friends, he just kept himself, kept his head down and worked nearly everyday.

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At around half 6, John rang Felicity, sitting in his living room, still surrounded by knick knacks from his grandparents. It had that quaint lady’s touch, but it was far from modern. The phone rang out twice before she answered, “Felicity?” John asked.

“Yes?” her Scottish lilt made him smile.

“Its John from the shops”, he looked down at the floor a second, catching his courage.

“Oh, yes, John. How are you?” Felicity replied.

“Good, good, ya. Just wanted to let you know about the planetarium, um date you asked about”.

“Yeah, sure. So how much is it? I just wanted to make sure I could cover it”, he could hear her smile over the phone.

“Oh, no worries, I can cover it, if that’s ok with you?” John offered.

“Oh?” Felicity paused,

“You wouldn’t, you know be owing me anything. I wanted to do this right and take you out, proper”.

Felicity visibly relaxed, “That sounds nice, John. Thank you”.  

Smiled, “Great! Well the show starts at 7, can I pick you up at half past, or do you want to grab a bite before at the pub?”

Felicity wavered, “You can pick me up here, that’s fine,” she looked around her flat then, trying to figure out how to straighten up in time, “you can pick me up John, I’ll text you the address”.

John smiled, “Great, that’s great. Ok, well I’ll see you tomorrow, then, and Felicity,”

“yeah?”  Felicity responded.

“Thanks”. John grinned eagerly as he hung up the phone. He went to his closet and tried to find something intelligent to wear. After about 30 minutes most of his wardrobe was strung over his bed and he just stood in front of his mirror looking dumbfounded.

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Felicity started to clean up her apartment and set out an outfit for tomorrow night. What would she wear, she wondered. John is a nice, stand up guy, not like some of the scrubs she dated before. She had to try harder to look nicer. Her auburn hair and blue eyes were striking as she picked up a cobalt blue blouse, it buttoned up to a high collar, “Maybe a little too high?” she spoke to her mirror, she tried it on, and left a button undone, feeling a bit more certain. She found a skirt, with pockets, and some leggings. Heeled boots finished off the ensemble, she looked herself over in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door.

“Yeah, that should do it”. She put everything on her desk, next to her bed, the boots on the floor, in front of it.

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John was standing in front of his mirror at the same moment. He had picked out a decent dress shirt, and lean trousers, sensible boots. John looked confident in that moment, and removed the clothes, slowly, folding them neatly for tomorrow, and setting them on his bedside chair. He re-dressed on his pajamas and started his dinner for the night and watched some telly. A program was speaking about the incident of declassifying Pluto, John sat up a little bit, wanting to learn more, maybe this was the clue to impress Felicity. He didn’t know anything about planets otherwise. John watched it until he fell asleep on his grandfather’s old chair.

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Reclaiming Purity

Lyn's Writing Event Day 8

May 8th: Week 2: Andromeda  (plant – Lily of the Valley – white bell shaped flowers in spring)

Characters: AU - Dr Mikhel Astrov x OC Cassandra   (18+)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Plays – Dr. Astrov (Uncle Vanya)

Dr Mikhel Astrov character was created by Anton Chekhov in a play called Uncle Vanya

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: age play, angst, kissing, natural decay, smut,  

A young woman, with wavy brown hair is laying in a field, lily of the valley surrounding her in the warmth of the sunny spring. She ties up her hair from her face with a scrap of string from her bound books. Her journal lay open in the grasses, pencil holding its place among the pages. The breeze was warm and it smelled of flowers and blooming grasses.

Cassandra rolled back to her book, and started sketching again, the blooms of the flowers she was drawing blowing in the breeze. She sipped some water from a travel jug, and set the stopper back into the hole, making a suction sound. Birds chirped and flew overhead, playing in the afternoon breezes busy with their chores. Cassandra smiled up at the sun kissing her cheeks. When she brought this back to the Doctor, she knew he would be pleased. But would he be so pleased that he entertained more with her?

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              Gripped by anguish Dr Astrov sits at his desk and weeps openly. The trees in his forest are dying, dying from some organism he cannot control. Mushrooms are creeping up all over the forest, bright red and shelf like at the base, indicating a rash of what the dendrologist called, “heart rot”.

He couldn’t believe it. He had worked months tirelessly with his assistant Cassandra replanting the fields and protecting the larger deciduous trees from this plight. Dr Astrov felt helpless and utterly broken. He pulled the cork out of the bottle on his table, and poured it into a glass, nearly overfilling it, then just gulped down the fruit bearing liquid directly, putting his lips to the bottle. He took a gasp as the brandy burned down his throat. And coughed a bit, rambling as Cassandra came into his study.

She moved the bottle as he went to grab it again, “mm No, that’s mine” Astrov slurred. Cassandra shook her head and took it across the room, “No, that’s enough. We cannot fix this issue with drinking. You know that doctor”. He smirked at her, “well then can we fix it with something more fun than drinking”. Cassandra smiled coyly, “Not, -- look what you have been doing to my notes, its all” she acted disgusted, as she cleaned off the desk and removed her journal from the desk. Dr Astrov turned to her as she wiped her journal off with her skirt.

“I was reading that”, Astrov said, growing slightly annoyed, “And I think you may be onto something”. Cassandra looked amused, “Oh, do you? Is that the brandy talking?” Astrov burped and stood up, “No, no, no look, look,” he snatched the book from her hand, “Its all in here, the way you drew the bells on this plant, if we let them grow around the bottom of the tree like a girdle, than maybe we can prevent the rot from even touching the root of the tree”.

Cassandra looked at him, with endearing grace, “I know that, I wrote it”.

Astrov looked at her, smiling broadly, “Its brilliant!” he grabbed her face between his hands, squishing her cheeks and placing a triumphant kiss on her pursed lips.

He dropped his hands straight away, and stepped clear of her, “I,… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” he walked back over the desk, trying to busy himself with his papers, running his hand through his fallen brown locks.

Cassandra still a bit stunned, leaned against a bench and looked down a moment, “Its, fine, really” she tried to hold back a grin. She had wanted him to kiss her for a long time now. Cassandra had worked with the doctor, training under him for about 18 months now and this was the first time he had seriously touched her.  

Astrov turned back towards Cassandra, leaning against the desk, “I, just wanted to say, (looking at his feet, than back up to meet her gaze) I have really appreciated your help this past year, and all the work you are doing, trying to sort me out (he scratched the back of his neck, looking back at his desk)”. Cassandra nodded, “Of course, yes. I am honored to do it, Doctor. Really”.

Astrov looked at her, moving towards her again, “But, its not appropriate for me to take advantage of your; virtue and grace, when, I”  he trailed off, and held himself back from touching her, while Cassandra stood in suspense desperate for him to touch her.

“Doctor” Cassandra, “Mikhel?” 

Astrov looked at her, “my name on your lips sounds, (smiles) beautiful, Can I kiss you?”

Cassandra nodded.

Astrov moved towards her again, taking her face in his hands more gently, and when there lips met, the lightest brush of skin and heat to skin. They both held their breaths, then sighed gratefully into each other’s mouths. Astrov pulled her close with his hands around her waist. Cassandra’s hands moved into Astrov’s hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Astrov deepened the kiss in response, and then lead her back to the desk. He pivoted his body, carrying her against his chest, and boosting her into the desk. He swept things off of it with a crash of papers and tools, and leaned over the desk, kissing her neck and moving towards her skirts, her knees rising up.

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Cassandra was panting and excited. After waiting so long, he was finally going to touch her, in the way she had been fantasizing about, been writing about (thankfully in a separate journal). Her head was swimming with thoughts and anticipation. Astrov continued his kisses, moving down her throat, and reaching for the buttons on her blouse, muffled he groaned into her breast, “You smell like those flowers”. Cassandra smiled, holding his head against her breast, “I’ve wanted you for so long,” she breathed.

Astrov came up from her cleavage, her blouse opening further, her belly exposed to the open air of his breath, “You… wanted me?” his voice was a question in between his heart thundering in his ears. Astrov looked over Cassandra, “The first day I saw you, I was hooked, and then you shared with me your mind, and your comfort, I… I never thought, I”. He kissed her passionately again, and Cassandra ran her fingers through his soft hair.

Cassandra spoke through her kisses, “I.. never.. thought.. you would..” Her hands digging into his hair deeper, as they kissed. Astrov kissed down her neck again, and into her soft and inviting cleavage. His beard tickled her soft sun kissed skin and she giggled. His lips trailed down her belly then, moving lower. Cassandra’s need was palpable, her core throbbed at his every touch.

“yes” she bid him, as he looked up at her again, heat in his eyes, as he moved to her skirts and moved them up against her thighs, his hands slowly moving in season with his lips. He started at her ankles and up the slope of her calf, and he nibbled behind her knee, and she let out a gasp, looking over the billow of her work skirt. He chuckled, “you liked that?”  She sighed a ‘yes’. And he continued onto her inner thigh, Cassandra’s breath gulped in a nervousness, and Astrov felt her tense. He paused, “I can stop, if your not,” he trailed off, resting his head against her thigh, seeing the curls damp against her knickers.

Cassandra whimpered, “I want you to,”

Astrov groaned under his breath, and licked the inside of her thigh, all the way up to her knickers. He scooped his hands under her bum and slid them down, discarding them casually on the floor, as he shifted onto his knees, and buried his face in her nubile curls. His breath toned husky, as he took in her scent and kissed her folds softly. Cassandra cried out at the delicateness of it. Astrov’s hands caressed her ass, and her thighs, moving in to touch her, but for now, he wanted to just taste her. Drink in her essence, his cock twitched in his trousers as her scent hit his sharp nose. He nudged his nose against her sensitive clit, and she moaned beautifully.

There she was spreadeagled on the desk, her skirt billowing over the Doctor, on his knees before her, in total submission to his cause. He moaned against her sex and licked playfully parting her sweet folds with his tongue. It played at her entrance, and pushed his way in a little, feeling her tightly wound around his tongue. His cock strained against fabric even more. He pulled her closer, deepening his kiss and his tongue into her core. Cassandra moaned a little louder, grinding against his face with her burning need. Her core was swimming in this sensation, wanting to build this over and over again. Cassandra was so excited she barely noticed the wave overcoming her. Astrov moved his tongue faster, and rubbed her clit with his thumb, strumming her along, knowing exactly how to make her complete her ascent into madness and relief, his breath against her mound, “Tell me..” he panted. Cassandra sat up on her elbows, pushing her skirt out of her way to look at him, “Please doctor, I want you inside me”. He smiled broadly and sucked on her clit, pushing his finger inside her, as he stood up, hunched over her and worked at getting his trousers off. She climaxed against his finger and he groaned in acceptance, pulling out slowly as she shuddered, her cunt wet and creamy now, ready for him.

Astrov teased at her entrance, stroking his cock in his hand, making it slick, at the tip. Cassandra mewed at him, her legs gripping at his hips, drawing him closer, “Easy, easy my dear,” he cooed back at her in his deeper voice. Astrov leaned down between her legs and kissed her mouth again, her flavor mixed with the brandy on his breath was intoxicating and she caressed his hair again, keeping him close. Astrov moved and pushed into her entrance, Cassandra gasped as the stretching of her flesh against his intrusion, had her seeing stars. Her pussy gripped his cock so tight, Astrov shuddered and gaffawed, sliding deeper, Cassandra’s tongue entered his mouth and danced with his. They were joined now, and their hearts thumped in unison. Astrov began to stroke into her slowly and shallowly, easing it in and out, she adjusted well and still she clung to him with limbs and cunt. His arousal was at its peak and he wanted to thrust faster and harder, but he steeled himself to continue to go slow, for her benefit.

Cassandra, panted against his ear, as he held steady, letting her pussy throb around his shaft,

“Please, please,” she begged, “Please more”.

Astrov did not hesitate, he sunk all the way in and she cried out her legs gripping him harder, her hands digging into his shoulders and hair. He shuddered again, “God, you feel so good,”

Cassandra smiled playfully, as she whispered against his beard, “harder”.

That pushed him over the edge and Astrov started to pump against her pressure, building them both to the summit, to the wave that would inevitably crash against both of them in bliss. The heat inside his loins was growing and growing. And inside her core, Cassandra was overwhelmed by all the sensations, her body simply reacting to his, and in righteous chorus of expletive joy.  Astrov kept at it, moving faster and faster, a little harder, and a little faster. Sweat was gathering at his brow, he tore his shirt open, and she clawed at his chest. He looked at her, deeply as he came close to his edge. Cassandra’s walls clamped down on him and he seized, pulling out quickly and spilling himself onto the floor. She clamped against the emptiness, for mere seconds, as his fingers slid into her and he pumped again and again as she shuddered over him.

Astrov dropped to his knees again and feasted on her, licking her clit and making her scream against her sleeve, biting down, as his fingers and tongue and lips just suspended her in utter pleasure. She shook on the desk, as he held her legs over his shoulders. His tongue quieted to languid licks against her folds, and peppered her thighs with kisses, before he replaced her skirts, and helped her up to a stand. He stood, above her, and kissed her sweetly on the mouth, his hands cradling her face again. Cassandra looked up at him with sleepy eyes. He smiled as he looked at her, “Such a treasure, I’m so glad to have the wonder of all of you, thank you, Cassandra”. Cassandra was still swimming in her waves, but she was stable in his arms, and that is what mattered. He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, lying down next to her, still half dressed, there limbs lying softly with each other. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek, and finally her mouth. Her eyelids drooped heavier, and he whispered against her forehead, “Rest now”, in his soft and sultry voice.

Raspy and confused Cassandra mumbled up at him, “What.. what happens now?”

Astrov looked at her, “you mean with the trees?” 

Cassandra burbled up a giggle,

 Astrov smirked, “oh you mean with us,”

Cassandra nodded,

“Let’s just learn to grow together” Astrov smiled and kissed her again, gently. And held her close to him all night.

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A Start of Luminescence

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 Day 12 - Week 2

Characters: Ray Levine and Fem! Reader

May 12: Week 2: Canis Minor (small dog)

Characters: Ray Levine x fem reader

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Ray Levine – Stay Close

The Character of Ray Levine was created by Harlan Coben, adapted for television by Danny Brocklehurst and portrayed by Richard Armitage.

Warnings: fluff, sweetness, camera talk, potential romance, mild angst

Word count: 1.6k

            It was the evening of February 13th, nearly Valentines’ Day, Ray thought as he drove through the park road to his parking spot in the clearing. Tonight he would catch that constellation, the “small dog” on his new DLSR large lens a IS USM by Canon, with extra long shutter stop. You could adjust it manually and the aperture was off the charts for letting light in. It was well after dusk when he set up his tripod and pointed the camera skyward, making adjustments when he heard something rustle behind him. Ray turned, dropping his phone as you stepped up towards him.

            “Um, hey,” He smiled, swallowing as he saw you. You smiled back, “Hey. Sorry didn’t mean to bother you. Is this a good place to set up for Canis minor tonight?”

Ray quirked an eyebrow and looked skyward behind him, “That’s what they tell me,” smile, “So, you got the specs?”

You pulled out your Olympia camera and added a wide lens, bigger than his, “Yep all set. Do you mind if I set up over there?” you point deeper into the clearing.  Ray nods, “Yeah, I don’t own the field. Have at it”. He scratched his neck and just kind of puzzled watched you carry your gear about 20 feet away and set up.  Ray strolls over to you as you are setting up.

“That’s an impressive lens, the Sigma DG HSM?” Ray asked. You smile broadly, “Yes it is”. Ray whistles, “That a pricey lens, what’d that set you back?”

You shrug, “Not too bad, I got it from my friend, he, well, he doesn’t shoot anymore”, you looked down at the ground, shuffling in your camera bag. Ray gave you the pause, “I see, well it was nice of him,” You look up quickly, crouched on the ground, this guy was Really tall from this angle, and wildly attractive, like bad boy wild attractive.

“Sorry, I meant, well, he died,” You swallow back the thought. Ray crouched down to you, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

You bit back a tear, but found your lens cleaner and stood up, tightening the camera on the tripod and checking the angles through the lens, “yeah, yeah. Im fine”. Ray stood back up and looked at you like he wanted to offer a hug, but restrained himself.

Darkness continued to fall upon the field and trees behind you both, “well good luck then,” Ray said smiling friendly, and he walked back to his gear and got on his knees in front of the lens. You heard him curse a few times under his breath from the quiet of the night, and you giggled.

It was mid February in New Jersey. so even though the snow had melted from earlier in the week, it was still cold and the air was still, so nothing was moving, except you two. Ray blew into his hands and pulled his jacket tighter waiting. His sharp nose was starting to get pink on the end, and you giggled again, wearing warm gloves and an even warmer downed vest.

It was nearly 10 pm now, and you both were like eagles on a prey, heads on the cameras, eyes on the lens, waiting for the milky way to clear a bit so you could catch this constellation. Ray cursed again, and fumbled with his angles. You called out to him, “What’s wrong?”

Ray smiled over at you, as he tinkered, “Oh just an old tripod, the knob keeps slipping pulling my shot right out of alignment”. You smile, “That must be frustrating”.  He speaks back, “It is, very,” then to himself, “Though not as frustrating as wondering if I can ask you out for coffee after I don’t see this bloody thing”.

You heard him mumbling and kept an eye on your lens, “What? Did you say something?”

Ray looked over at you, away from his lens, “No, nope. I’m good”, he looked back in his lens, “That was close”, in a deeper voice.

“So what’s your name?” you asked him.

He answered, not looking away from his lens this time, “Ray. What’s yours?”

“y/n” you answered and shifted on your heels, trying to keep your feet warm as the chill set in further tonight. And then you caught a glimpse of a tail.

“Nice to meet you, y/n” Ray said, “After this, did you want to grab a hot cup of coffee or something?”

You blushed against your collar, which Ray couldn’t see in the dark and distance, “Um, sure,” you called back. Ray smiled, triumphantly.

You spotted that tail again, and followed up the run of stars, checked your notes and counted again. Looked at the perimeters on the Olympia and notated it on a little steno notebook in your bag.

Ray looked over, “Did you find something?”

“Ya, yes. I think so, I was just double checking”, you rattled off the coordinating angles to him and Ray readjusted his lens and angle, “Yep got her! Nice work!”  you beamed a bit, glad he couldn’t see it, “Thanks, got lucky”.  Ray mused, “That’s some luck, I’m glad you’re here to guide me, can I see it through your lens?” Ray strolled over and you stepped back, returning the question with a quiet, “sure”, as he leaned in towards your lens, inches from you.

“Wow, that is it, alright. Really, great work” Ray said. You could see it with the naked eye now, as you looked up to the sky, two sharp stars with an invisible line drawn between them making the formation. Two points meeting together, just like the two of you.

You could smell him then and feel the heat pouring over his leather jacket towards you. It was a subtle musky scent, like an aftershave, but he had raw stubble on his face, so you imagined he hadn’t shaved in a few days. He looked over at you then, closer than before. And smiled a weak little smile of interest, “What?” You spooked and cleared your throat, “Oh, nothing. I’ll just get my shots and then we can go, I’m wicked cold”. Ray stood straight then, “Yeah, sure of course”.

He walked back to his rig and snapped a few groupings, and then picked it up off his tripod and caught a few of you in your rig, as he walked closer to you. You stopped him with a hand up, “Hey, I didn’t say you could do that”. Ray stopped short, “Oh sorry, I forget about photographer ethics, we don’t like to be photographed”. He smirked and showed you his display, “See it was really a cool shot, I wouldn’t have”.  You looked at the display and your heart thumped, he had captured you beautifully with his aperture stop, “You know that’s not bad. Maybe you’ll have to give me your number so I can have one”. Ray nodded, “yeah, yeah of course. Come on, let’s go get that coffee.” You packed up your gear, and collapsed your tripod and walked back to your car with Ray at your heels. He was so tall, and just that kind of height that could be menacing if he wasn’t so attractive and personable. You wondered if he had a girlfriend and figured not because he was hitting on you. Either way, he was handsome, nice, single, and not a creep with a camera, so check, check, check? 

You followed him into the city and you both pulled into the late night diner, the only one left open after COVID shutdowns, and walked up together. Ray still had his camera slung across his chest. You stopped as he opened the door for you, “Do you carry it everywhere?”  Ray nodded, “Yeah I do, I might see something I want to capture”. You nodded, “Fair enough, even in here?”

Ray laughed, “Oh, yeah there is all manner of folks in here late night, it’s a wealth of characters”. Yu entered the hostess area, which was bereft of staff and Ray leaded you to a booth and sat down opposite you. A waitress meandered over and asked what you wanted to drink. Ray looked at you, “Two coffees please”. You nodded in acceptance, “You want cream?” the waitress asked. You nod, Ray shook his head. Ray set his camera gently on the table and shucked off his leather jackets showing a hoodie and flannel underneath. He rolled up half a sleeve and you saw his tattoos. Ok Now you were in trouble, he had bad boy sweetheart written all over him, literally. Another waitress came sauntering over and leaned against Ray’s side of the booth back, “Ray…” she drowled, “How are you?”  Ray smiled at her, “Christy, I am good, yeah. Thanks. This is y/n” he introduced you, she gave you an apprehensive glance and chewed her gum, “Ray, I wanted to ask you about that girl you knew, I think I saw her around again”, Christy said, leaning in more conspiratorially, “or you can tell me later”. Ray shook her off with his subtle head gesture and she went back to the server’s area. Ray fiddled with some sugar packets at the table, “Sorry about that, she’s pretty nosey”.

You smirked, “seems like she’s into you Ray”. Ray scoffed, “Oh, is that what that looks like?” He grinned at you, ignoring Christy who swooped by again trying to get his attention, “I’m well aware, she’s been after me for months. I’m not interested”. He kept his eye contact with you, “I might be persuaded to like someone else, however”. You acted the part and put your hand to your chest, “Mwah”. Ray chuckled, “Yep, that would be the one”. You both giggled as the other waitress set down the coffees and bowl of creamers. See looked at both of you, rolled her eyes and walked away.

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Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - just under the wire... midnight post.

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Heart-scorched in the Desert

Lyn's Writing Event - Day 7

May 7th: Week 1: Mummy                                                 

Characters: Guy of Gisborne x OC Egyptian peasant - Navaneeth

Fandom: Guy of Gisborne – Robin Hood (post S2/ pre S3/ AU) – Richard Armitage

OC - Guy of Gisborne was created by Dominic Minghella & Foz Allan and adapted for television

Robin Hood is a folk hero of England from the time of the Crusades

**some spoilers if you haven’t watched the series**

Warnings: mummies, violence, swords, potential smut, angst, heartbreak, rescue, brutality.

Word count: 2k

Location: Holy Lands

              Two days after Marian has died, Guy tosses and turns in his bed, a commotion of the villagers occurring outside. He rose his dark colored tunic hanging loosely on him, his trousers creased from being slept in. He responded quickly with his sword in hand and pressed himself against the clay wall. Guy peaked around the opening of the doorway and saw fire in the courtyard.

A billowing smoke rose, and a figure wrapped in gauzes loomed, swaying toward the temple building across the courtyard. People ran and screamed past the hut. Guy ducked out of it and into an alleyway, positioning himself north of the creature. It was a foul looking thing, like the walking dead. Guy had never seen anything like that before. He didn’t even know what to call it, since when do the dead rise like this? (he mumbled under his breath). He knew the Saracens had strange burial rituals, but what in the hell was that thing? Guy saw a woman in the courtyard, the creature bent down and grabbed her by the throat, a skeleton hand wrapped around her soft flesh, she cried out and pushed him away. Guy ran briskly towards the creature and the woman and flashed his sword against the creature’s throat. The creature flinched and turned its hallow sunken face towards Gisborne. Guy quirked a grin at him, and grabbed the woman by the shoulder, “Come on, let’s go!” Guy practically carried her away, as the creature gave chase. Guy pushed the woman ahead of him through the alleyway.  She was silent and moved as swiftly as he did. They reached the end of the building and darted inside another.

Panting, Guy held her to him, smelling her wild scent, it reminded him of Jak’s spices and feeling the silken scarf about her head against his jaw. He closed his eyes a second, momentarily, caught up in the sensation of holding a woman that wasn’t struggling against him. The creature groaned and a deep resonating whine came from it as it grew closer.  She held him closer, shaking in fear from the creature, not from him. Guy looked down at her, her eyes large, and dark and beautiful peered up from her headscarf towards him. Guy softened his stare, and spoke softer to her, “We just need to stay quiet; do you know what it wants?”  She mumbled in her native tongue a moment, than shifted, “he.. wants.. flesh to renew himself”. Guy looked up as the creature passed by the hut they were hiding in. Its scent putrid, Guy put his hand over his mouth with his arm, but without his leathers it just couldn’t cover the stench of burnt and decaying flesh. Guy waited for the creature to pass, and then took the woman by the arm and led her to back to his hut to retrieve more clothes.

              They entered his hut and he shut the door, “What is that thing?” he asked her, grabbing his coat and putting it on, he grabbed his gloves and whipped his hand though his hair as she answered, she was somewhat speechless, he was so tall, and lithe and handsome.

“A Mummy, that’s what my people call him”, She said. Guy looked at her, as the word ran over his lips mimicking her speech, but not audibly.

“And what is your name?” he said, his mouth quirking up in a smirk a moment, the woman looked away from him as she answered, “My name is Navaneeth”.  Guy spoke her name as quietly as the creatures, stepping towards her now, his gloved hand inches from her scarfed head, “Navaneeth—its nice to meet you. I am Guy of Gisborne”. Navaneeth nodded in custom.

“Gisborne,” she spoke it back to him, “And why are you here, surely not to fight, the mummy”.

Guy shook his head, “No, no, definitely not. Though I will if I have to”, he touched his sword at his side, “Our mission here was foiled by my enemy, well, in such a term,” Guy stepped away from her, looking off through the window and then back to her, sizing her up, “And I lost someone in the fight, someone I cared a great deal about”. He looked down at his sword again, still in its scabbard.

Navaneeth went to touch his shoulder, moving closer to him. She could see him trying to steal his wits, “You must have loved her, yes?” Guy smirked again, looking off, “I thought so yes, but if that is true, then I do not understand why I killed her”.

Navaneeth stepped back a moment, gasping, “You killed her?”

Guy looked at her, “Oh, I mean, I’m not of any harm to you, it was a long time coming”.  Guy looked to her, his eyes were a brilliant blue against the black of his jacket and the white clay of the room. Everything about him was sharp and hardened and haunted. Navaneeth was completely hypnotized by this frank. She couldn’t look away, even though every other part of her told her to run. Guy sensed her tension, “Really, (he smiled charmingly), I’m not going to hurt you. Why would I, I don’t even know you, and, honestly, (sighs), I was just trying to help you from that, thing out there (gesturing towards the mummy still stumbling around the village). And frankly, if its him or me, I think you’d prefer me?” he winked. Navaneeth did not know how not to blush in that instance, so color raised in her cocoa skin, and Guy noticed. He smiled again, “that’s what I thought”.

Navaneeth pulled down her shroud revealing her dark hair and soft features, all Guy could really see before was her eyes. Navaneeth revealed those crisp dark eyes, her rosy lips, a jewel adorned her nose it glistened in the light of the hut. Guy moved towards her again, taken by her features. Navaneeth put her hand up, as he approached and it landed on his chest, he looked at it, charmingly, then met her gaze again, she spoke first, “You are pretty bold for a frank, Guy of Gisborne. How do you know I’m not a proper lady?”

Guy, “Well I don’t, but I’ll bet you will tell me,” Guy stood his ground but didn’t move to touch her. Navaneeth held her ground too, her hand just pressing into his shirt, feeling his heat under the cloth, sweat forming as his leathers warmed him in this arid climate.

Guy boldly asked, “Do you want to stay with me? Or go back out there?” he said, looking out to the courtyard again. Navaneeth dropped her hand and broke the gaze, “I will stay here until I can return to my home. I owe you nothing more than that”.

Guy smirked, “And are you a proper lady?” his English brogue was teasing, as his eyes darkened.

“And what if I was?” Navaneeth bid him. Guy looked unimpressed as he moved about his room undisturbed.

“And that means what to me, I don’t know your customs. I am merely passing through”, he said, gathering some things and shoving them into a saddle bag.

Navaneeth heart sunk a bit, somehow wanting more, “I am not”, she said, her head down again, she moved to put her scarf back on. Guy moved towards her again, “That doesn’t matter to me, I may be cold hearted to some, but that doesn’t mean I’m a brut” he chuffed. Navaneeth allowed herself to smile, as he breezed past her to grab a sheathed knife off the table and set in his bag. “Well, I never know what to expect other than brutality from a frank”, she mused.

Far off cries still echoed through the window to his hut. But neither of them seemed to care much.

Guy looked at her plainly, “You keep referring to me as a frank, what is that, like a crusader? I’m far from that level of military. What do you call, a mercenary, here?” he grinned darkly and breathed the last word very near her cheek. Navaneeth raised her breath to him, and went silent, “routier”, she whispered. Guy moved past her, and around her, as he spoke then, “ah, French like my mother, well I am not routier, or frank. I am English, and I am a black knight”.

Navaneeth gained bold prowess as she went to wrap her hair again, Guy gripped her arm in his gloved hand, “You don’t have to do that for me, who I’m going to tell. Everyone back home wants me dead, here too. Guess I’ll find my own way” he sighs and looks back to the courtyard out the high window. Navaneeth flinched, but only slightly as he relaxed his hand and she dropped her scarf, it landed ever so gently to the dirt floor. She moved to pick it up and Guy stood on it, his boot pressing it into the dusty floor. He grabbed her chin in his hand, and searched her gaze again for something, he wasn’t even sure himself what he wanted.

But, he thought, maybe this woman could give it to him. His heart was broken, yet again, by his own doing. He was such a fool to think Marian would choose him. Again and again he fell for her, and again and again she destroyed him. Lost in thought, Guy had closed his eyes, his grip tightened on Navaneeth’s chin, sliding down towards her throat. Navaneeth grabbed his hand with her own, and he snapped back. Looking at her horrified, taking several steps back. Navaneeth back away from him, banging into a table. She grabbed her scarf and nearly ran to the door, but Guy stepped ahead of her, blocking her path.

“Wait, wait, (his hands up), please, I’m sorry,” his hands dropped in defeat. Navaneeth looked at him quizzically, “Give me a reason, besides the mummy is out there, it seems you battle monsters in your own head, why should I stick around to see how that plays out, hmm?” She wagged her tongue at him in tone and intonation. Guy looked down, and nodded, “Your right. I am giving you no cause to trust my word, let alone my actions”. Navaneeth moved towards him again, “If you want out, (he cleared the door), be my guest,” Guy stood and leaned against the wall next to the doorway. Navaneeth put her hand to the doorway, stepping up to the threshold, “I’m sorry for your loss, and I wish you the best on getting home.” Navaneeth sighed, “Goodbye Gisborne”.  Guy nodded; his hands folded over his chest.

Navaneeth stepped out to the alleyway, and looked both ways to see where the creature was. Dawn was breaking over the buildings and for now, the mummy seemed to have gone. She sighed and walked across the courtyard to her hut. Her eyes scanning, but the village was all but silent now. She turned back as she reached the other side of the courtyard and saw Guy staring after her. Navaneeth put her hand to her heart, and nodded, as she tucked into her doorway and vanished from his sight.

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Just A Minor Disaster

Characters: Richard Armitage x Fem! Reader

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Week 4 - Day 22 (late submission)

May 22nd: Week 4: Earthquake

Characters: Richard Armitage x fem!reader

Fandom: Richard Armitage

Word Count: 1.3k

Location: Los Angeles, California    (10:04 pm pst)

Warnings: earthquakes, public partial nudity, mild anxiety, disasters, disorientation, fluff, sleepiness,  

Prompt: “Always wear shorts to bed in LA”

            You were dreaming about being in this wild party and suddenly you felt the elevator drop out from under you, but you weren’t on an elevator? You rolled over onto where Richard’s form usually was in the bed and found it vacant. You groaned and fell back asleep.

            “Wake up! y/n, wake up darling!” Richard rubs your shoulder in bed and does it a bit roughly. Apparently you slept right through an earthquake and you have to evacuate the building. You open your eyes and things are broken all around you. Richard is mostly dressed, always sleeping in his shorts, but you are not. He puts on a shirt and tosses something at you, you think its a shirt. You sit up in bed as he dashes around the flat grabbing a few things here and there.

“Grab my go-bag babe!” you shout from the bedroom, but he is busy trying to find the charger for his phone. You groan and put on a large t-shirt of his he must have gotten during the hobbit because it was far too large even for him to wear. And pad into the bathroom finding more debris and broken glass on the floor. You pee, and then gather up a few things in a bag, and mutter your way into the bedroom again.

 Richard is right into you then, “babe, we got to go, we only had 5 minutes”. He kisses the top of your head in a quick hug and turns to grabs his laptop bag off the desk.

“Did you find my go-bag?” you say. He turns to you as he slings the bag over his shoulder, “No, I thought it was in the hall closet.” You move towards that direction and he grabs you again, holding you tight, “We have to go, I got your phone and a granola bar”, he smiles against your forehead.

“Fine. Help me find my shoes at least.” You both search the darkness of the floor for some shoes, find some trainers and slip them on, not bothering to retie them. He grabs a jacket off the door and your hand and leads you to the entrance to the apartment. Richard uses his torch on his phone to navigate the space to the door. You clung to his arm, “What are we going to do about the other stuff?” you asked.

“We’ll figure that out afters, love. Let’s just get somewhere safe for now,” Richard replied.

You sighed, not understanding the need, earthquakes were just part of living in California. True there were coming more frequently, and in LA its pretty normal to be displaced a few times a year, but, still. Maybe it was because Richard wasn’t used to living here. He’d only moved in with you about 3 months ago after finishing a project, in March. Gosh, had it been 3 months already, you shook off your tiredness and you both moved down the hallway to the stairwell door exit at the end of it.

Other people ambled by and shuffled around in their various garb, towards the same door. Richard put his arm around your shoulder tighter. You loved the way he doted on you and protected you. Richard put you ahead of him as you all went down the stairs. The Emergency signal blaring loudly through the buildings’ alert system. You could hear fire sirens in the distance. You put your hands over your ears to shield from the piercing noise. Richard seemed to brave through it as you looked up at him, turning on the landing and he smiled at you sweetly. His hand hardly left the small of your back the whole way, you don’t know how he manages to do that so well, but he does. And you really love it.

Two more flights of stairs to the ground floor and the whirlwind of emergency services and disgruntled chatter overwhelmed you as you stepped out to the garden path. Richard side stepped you, together, his arm around your waist again. Leading you away from the throng. You hand rested against his on your belly, and you smiled up at him, tucking your head under his chin. You just adored how tall he was, how well you fit together. Richard’s eyes were scanning debris, people and service workers, but he still managed to sense you and hold you tighter to him.

His chest rumbled when he spoke, you could feel it all as you stood against him, like a twang on a guitar string, “It looks like there is a whole section down over there”, he points across the road, “Good thing this is a newer building,” he crooked a smile briefly. He kisses the top of your head, and you sigh happily.

“So, what are we doing?” You asked him, turning a bit to look at him.

Richard looked down at you, “Well they said we had to clear out, but now,” he sighed, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well since Covid things aren’t open as much anymore, like they used to. No one wants to work the late shift,” you said.

“What about that late night bookshop you told me about?” Richard asked.

“The one down on Sunset?” You replied, “You want to go read late at night?” you asked a little twill in your voice, giggling internally.

Richard lit up a bit, smiling his eyebrow kicking up playfully, “Of course, amongst other things,” you elbowed him in the stomach, and he faked a groan. You giggled, “didn’t you get your fill before we fell asleep?”

Richard looked at you, “I can never get my fill of you, never.”

You smiled, “I love it when you speak in absolute declaratives.” You both hugged and walked towards the sidewalk and over to the parking lot, which was a graveyard now, a large gash of the concrete cut through the middle, a few cars were overturned and some depressed into the gash. You hadn’t seen it this rough before, and you looked for your car a moment in a panic.

Richard felt your tension and looked over the parking lot, “Shh, safe and sound. I can see it in the back.” You exhaled in relief, “Well thank god for that,” you chuckled trying to keep it light.

Richard looked serious a moment, “But we can’t get out here this way, so what do you want to do?”

You looked at him, “I have no idea, the building isn’t down, so why are we out here?”

“Its my first time love, I just wanted to keep you safe,” he wrapped his arms around you tight.

“Well mission accomplished except I don’t have pants,” you giggled.

Richard laughed out loud, “I have some for you,” he pulled a pair of leggings from his laptop satchel and handed them to you. You immediately put them on, your back to his, so you wouldn’t reveal your bum to the many other tenants standing outside the building.  Your partial nudity sorted out, now what? Food? The book store? Can’t get a cab on this side of town with this gaping hole in the road way.  Richard looked at you, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“How about a ride to the book store?” You offered. Richard looked at you puzzled, “And what mode of transport?” he chuckled. You looked at him, “Fireman’s carry?” Richard followed the impulse and hoisted you up over his shoulder. You let out a riotous yelp and held on to his jacket collar as he walked forward through a group of people milling about.  

“Make way, precious cargo!” he shouted, and people looked at him strangely as they parted for you both to pass. You giggled and kicked your legs a bit, “Put me down silly”. Richard set you down on the grass a few yards away and giggled to himself. You looked at him playfully and incredulously, “You’re such a dork,” you said. He smiled, and pulled you close, leaning to kiss you, before he parted mere inches from your lips, “yeah, but I’m your dork.” You kissed him deep and sweetly, lingering in that moment for a long while.

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The Dragon's Kiss

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x OC mage Adenveir NSFW - smut!

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Day 14 - Week 2

May 14th : Week 2: Draco (the dragon)

Characters: Thorin x OC Adenveir Gana (mage)   (pronounced – Ah-den-veer)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Thorin Oakenshield – The Hobbit

(The character of Thorin Oakenshield was created by J.R.R. Tolkien)

Timeline: AU Post (BOFTA) – No one dies, everyone lives  - And magi exist

Warnings: dragon x mage, size differences, graphic sex, dragons, magic, dwarves, fire breathing, character death??

Word count: 2.9k

            Adenveir moved swiftly through the brush, after a hare from Radagast’s crew. She needed just a bit of bunny for her spell. And she wanted one of his, they were the fastest in all the kingdoms. Mirkwood had many creatures to it, but the hares were truly remarkable. Adenveir nabbed one in her long fingers and hung it near her face, the hare thumped her forehead and tried to get out of her grasp, “Shh.. shh, its ok now. I just need a few little hairs”, the long eared hare twitched and turned itself to look at her, sniffing at her. Adenveir pinched a few hairs and dropped the hare into the brush, it scurried away, thumping his back leg and shuddering. Adenveir looked at the long strands of grey in her fingers, “Nice. That will do it,” she giggled, and put them into a satchel of reckoning. She headed back to her hut on the edge of Mirkwood, near Esgaroth.

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Several miles away, in a clearing Thorin was wielding some staves with Dwalin. The two had managed to find time to exercise, and both were now topless in the sun, fighting playfully.

Thorin swings and nearly hits Dwalin in the jaw, “Almost had you old friend”, he jeers. Dwalin ducked, “Got to get up a little earlier for me laddy”.

Thorin smirked, “Well its only cause I don’t want to hurt an old man”.

Dwalin, “I’m not that much older than you, and far stronger too.”  

Thorin, spun around and cracked Dwalin on the shoulder, “Yeah,” he said, as he stepped closer, the stave leaning into Dwalin’s right shoulder, pushing him down, “Guess we’ll have to see that won’t we,” Thorin panted in exertion. Dwalin, pushed back up from his slouch and banged his stave into Thorin’s from underneath, wrenching Thorin away from him. They both grunted, and Thorin stepped back re-adjusting.

Dori walked up to disturb them, “Excuse me, sire”, Thorin looked to Dori and Dwalin cracked him in the jaw, Thorin went down like a ton of bricks and hit the grasses. Dori looked surprised.

Dwalin laughed, walking up to Thorin on the ground, “I told ye, still a pup. And I never get tired of setting you down.” Thorin’s eyes came open, as he sat up, “And I never get tired of the humility, apparently,” he said, allowing Dwalin a hand to bring him upright. Thorin, rubbed his jaw, “That was a good crack.” Dwalin smiled, “ye, it was. Let’s get some grub ya?”  Dori smiled and nodded, “That’s what I came to get you for,” Dwalin walked away from Thorin with Dori, leaving him in the clearing, topless and bruised.

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Thorin looked up to the looming mountain, and sighed, happy to be home. He gathered his gear and was putting his shirt on when a streak formed in front of him. Thorin squinted thinking it was the sun playing with his eyes. A woman, tall, lean and elven like stood before him, Thorin bristled, thinking her an elf. “What do you want?” he scoffed, pulling his shirt over his head.

The voice of the woman was but a whisper on the wind, “Come with me, to riches beyond compare, my King”, the figure said.

Thorin shook his head again, “I don’t have time for your games today, whatever you are” He called out to someone else in the glen behind the figure. The figure hovered and was glowing a light blue. Thorin stopped just inches from it and readjusted his stance, the stave behind him. Her eyes bore into him, and he had to look up at her. “Look,” swallowed, “Whatever you want, I am sure we can make arrangements for the,” The figure touched him with a wispy hand, and Thorin dropped again to ground, landing hard on his staff. The figure materialized more solid and touched the ground, stepping towards him, lying on his back in the grass. His chest hair shining in the sunlight, in his open shirt. He was breathing steadily in a sleep, and she touched his chest tentatively, wanting to feel it, feel him. Her hand trailed up to his hair, and the braids still in it, framing his face, his hair splayed out in the grass about his head majestically. She ran her fingers through it, and the tendrils sparkled along her fingertips in bright flecks of light, nearly shifting the spell she had cast for herself.

Adenveir looked upon Thorin Oakenshield with great adoration in his slumber, and pressed her errant hand into his chest, speaking in elven tongue over him, the whispers of spirits around her, created a cloud of mist in the high sunlight. As her hand stayed, dark scales shown under her fingertips and against Thorin’s skin. It spread across his body in great flourish, as a choral sound and whispers filled her ears with cacophony. His clothes fell away, and he was stark naked in the valley, covered in scales, and growing larger by the second. A voluptuous tail unfurled from between his mighty legs and Adenveir giggled in amazement, “Its working” she said aloud.

More scales bloomed on his skin and claws appeared where his meaty hands were, and finally his mane of hair, shortened, the tendrils of braids blending into his now reptilian face, and coarse horns cropping out from his head like a crown. He was green and gold and absolutely magnificent, Adenveir thought to herself. His belly was round, and solid, and a slit along his tail, told her he would be endowed with something else very soon. Thorin moved a bit, groggry headed as he tried to sit up, not quite opening his eyes, “What in Durin’s name is going on?”

He put his clawed hand to his head, and rubbed his temple, feeling an outcropping of horn, his eyes shot open immediately, and he looked down at himself. Adenveir stood and stepped a few feet from him, giving him room to adjust. The valley was still empty, none of his kin had come looking for him. Her spell of enchantment trailed further along the valley floor, concealing them both. Adenveir was not glowing blue anymore, she looked like a wood elf, although a softened version of one, and wore grey blue hood and grey shift. Her blue eyes were icy against Thorin’s warm ones, and her white hair looked silver in the sunlight. Thorin saw her first, as he tried to make sense of himself. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, and then, as if something else took over he grinned like a cheshire cat and stepped towards her, his large tail swishing on the ground behind him now.

Thorin looked behind him a second, and the grin got bigger. He ran his claws over his arms and smoothed the scales against his exposed chest and belly. Thorin scowled again, looking up at her inquisitively. The lines on his reptilian face were mottled in thought. Adenveir spoke, quietly at first, “I wanted to give the King a gift”, she said, a shy smile.

Thorin’s eyes bore into her, “A gift? Is this my gift, mage?” Adenveir stood her ground and did not cower to him, even though he was now 2 feet taller than her, “Yes it is. I wanted you to learn what it felt like.” Thorin looked at her again, his hand still resting on his belly.

“Well, this certainly is a new sensation. And what I am supposed to do with it?” Thorin asked her. Adenveir looked nearly sullen, “I don’t know, I guess I thought it would help you,” Thorin looked incredulous, his deep voice booming even more that he had a larger lung capacity in this form, “Help me? How would being a dragon help me, or my people? Dragons are no friend of mine.”  Thorin scratched at his own skin now. His teeth shown, and gritted, his hot breath pulsing against her face.

Adenveir stepped towards him, “Even more reason to feel what it is like, so you can see the world through their eyes,”  Thorin hissed through his new found large mouth, “Maybe I should teach you lesson, I am bigger and stronger now, did you really think it was a good idea to turn me into something so vulgar.”

Adenveir stood so close, he was forced to close his mouth and breathe through his nose, She was shorter, but she still managed to make it just below his snout, “I do. I stand by my claim.”

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Thorin grabbed her with his large, clawed hands at her waist and threw her across the field, she hit the force field around them and bounced to the ground. Adenveir smiled and stood up, two knives came out of her robes and she roared running at him and jumping off a rock, catapulting towards him. Thorin saw it, and caught her, Adenveir punched both blades into his scaly chest, and Thorin groaned. He tossed her to the ground again, and pushed his large foot down over her, pinning her to the ground. Thorin pulled both blades from his chest, blood streamed down his scales but he felt no pain. He laughed heartily, “Come again, mage, you want to try that again,” his roaring laugh reverberated through his whole form. He moved his foot and Adenveir rolled away from him, lunging at him again with a small broad sword, Thorin grabbed the sword, squeezing her hands until she relented with a cry. He threw her sword away and it landed in a tree about 50 yards away. His paws made a come-hither gesture, and Adenveir spoke from elvish, a large orb formed in her palms, she placed her palms together and threw it at him. Thorin dodged and it hit the force field, bouncing, and landing into Adenveir’s chest, throwing her back to the ground. Thorin laughed mightily.

Thorin leaned down and stepped over Adenveir’s form on the ground. She huffed, trying to process the effects of the orb as it faded away. Thorin’s snout was right in line with her face, he grinned wildly, hovering over her, “What else you got?” his eyes looked at her, ready for more.

Adenveir, reached in her cloak, trying to find a satchel, but Thorin snickered and pinned a hand down.

“Nope, not another spell, mage, you need to show me some real mettle.” Thorin said, his wild dragon tongue protruded at her, his mouth opening slightly to taste her neck. Adenveir froze, feeling it against her skin, “Please no, I just wanted, I just…” Thorin sneered, “You will be sorry you trifled with me”, his breath hot on her face, his snout snorting against her robes. Thorin took a single claw and drug it across her chest, the fabric of her jerkin broke apart, exposing her breasts to him. His long lizard tongue, lapped at her nipples, as they formed into tight nubs at his touch. Adenveir moaned, still pinned beneath him, as he stood on her robe.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, I know that, the townsfolk speak of your mercy,” Adenveir whispered against his snout. Thorin’s voice boomed, a bit softer, “Oh, I won’t hurt, you more than you deserve, but you should be careful when giving a heated man power like this,” the s’ hissed, as his tongue tickled her neck again, and played at her cleavage, her chest heaving.

Thorin’s claw moved lower, and etched along her britches, Adenveir’s breath hitched in alarm, her eyes growing wide, secretly aching in her secret place for this. She never imagined it would be this easy to entice the King in this way, it must be the dragon sickness in him that still burns underneath his skin. Thorin tore at her britches and soon she was uncovered, his dragon chuckle was throaty and divine as he licked her from her knees to her breast. Adenveir felt his warm breath on her delicate flesh and moaned again. Thorin spoke, “You taste divine, pure golden honey on my tongue”, a low rumble in his throat as he nuzzled her neck again. Something shifted between his powerful thighs, and when Adenveir looked down towards her own legs, it revealed itself in its throbbing glory. The slit opened, and a diamond shaped head protruded, and grew almost instantly before her eyes.

Thorin growled, as much as a dragon King could growl, and Adenveir moved to rub it with her thigh, he grew larger, the sturdiness of his cock as it tapered downward was remarkable. The thick throbbing base was far too big for her, but she knew that it would change her, even with a spell. Adenveir looked back into his eyes and bit her bottom lip, “Will you be gentle?”

Thorin looked down at himself then, between her thighs, “Oh, my,” he looked back at her, “I shall try, but it may leave a mark”. Adenveir gulped, “I am prepared for that”. Thorin gleamed, his eyes shining, “Then I shall prepare you,” and he dove his face between her legs, lapping eagerly at her folds, hot juices pouring from her double quick, as she whimpered and cried out.

Thorin breathed hot onto her cunt and lapped up her juices, growling again in arousal, his tail held sturdy to the ground, and he sat up, pulling her onto his lap, and easing her onto his ruddy cock, inch by exquisite inch. Adenveir shivered, his clawed hands on her waist, sitting back against a rock, and pushing deeper into her. Her eyes rolled back and she barely could whisper out, “Please.. no more”, before he pulled her up a bit, and then sank down further, groaning his dragon breath out so fiercely it brushed the hair from around her face. Adenveir touched his chest, the blood stained his scales, but the wounds were healing already.  She leaned in and licked the blood from his scaly chest, and like an animal Thorin groaned again, pushing her faster onto him, and shoving his tongue into her mouth then as she gasped up from his chest.

His tongue forced its way into her mouth, his dragon lips against hers, the tongue choked her.  His cock was savagely fucking her, deep and thick and strong. Adenveir couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and as her core spasmed against him, she saw more than stars in her eyes, she saw the sky open up and swallow her whole. Her climax burst against her, in rolling waves, dangerous heat, and flowing juice. Thorin roared and moved faster, thrusting from the bottom, and moving her effortlessly atop him. “Oh god, your amazing, I.. I” he managed as he forced his way in deeper and Adenveir screamed an unholy scream of passion. Thorin felt a fire in his belly grow, and smoke started to emanate from his snout. The feel of his heavy balls clenching against her spasms gave him new power. Adenveir screamed out again, her mouth gaping, open.

Thorin beared down as a fire ball raised from his belly and released from his mouth, he breathed fire into her tender throat, scorching her lungs as he shot red hot cum, in delicious abandon into her tight and throbbing cunt. Adenveir was limp in his arms, ash formed at her mouth, Thorin, cradled her against him, a little panicked, as he didn’t know if he had killed her.

The veil of mist around them started to dissipate, and he could feel himself unsteady and finding himself again, as the moments crept by. Thorin set her down on the grasses and covered her with her robe. Adenveir lay unconscious on the valley floor. Thorin rubbed his belly now, the scales flaking off easily. His stature was returning to normal, as was his face. And still the mage lay still on the ground. His panic rose further now, as he found his clothes and dressed quickly. He shook at her shoulders and then her eyes flashed ice blue, coughing and gasping for breath. Her lips still ashen, her skin the palest grey he had ever seen.

“Thank Mahal you are still with us,” Thorin smiled above her. Adenveir shyly smiled back, “That was, unexpected,” she said, trying to sit up. Thorin helped her a moment sitting with her, “Are you alright?” Adenveir nodded, slowly, still swallowing a little roughly, “I think so, I certainly got, well” a slight smile as she rubbed her sore abdomen, “more than I bargained for”. Thorin furrowed his brow, “That wasn’t real was it? I didn’t mate with you?” Adenveir, “I don’t know, that was a lot more intense than I anticipated when I created the spell.” Thorin looked thoughtfully at her then, “What do I call you, if I should ever, well, come upon you again?” Adenveir looked at him hopeful, “my name is Adenveir, I live in Mirkwood, and I am the child of  a wizard and an elf,” Thorin nodded, “uh hmm, that would explain the boldness and utter disregard for my station.” Adenveir looked down, “Im sorry about that, but at least I can go on record and say, the King is hot tempered.” Thorin chuckled throatily, holding her against him then, “If I let you leave here, you can say whatever you like, my kin won’t believe you”. Adenveir shivered in the midday sun, “You didn’t kill me then, are my chances better now?” Thorin brought his hand to her chin, and kissed her softly, “We’ll have to see what kind of damage I can do, with my own body next time”. Adenveir blushed and melted into his strong arms.

THE END.

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Lyn's Writing Event 2024

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A Calculated Risk

Characters: John Porter x Raymond Merville x OC Dina Sayed

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Week 3 - Day 17

May 17th: Week 3: Egyptian

Characters: John Porter x (crossover) Raymond de Merville (Modern AU) x OC Dina Sayed

Fandom: Richard Armitage – John Porter/ Raymond de Merville – Strike Back (Project Dawn- Porter Lives AU)/Pilgrimage

the character of John Porter was created by Chris Ryan, adapted for television by Simon Burke and Frank Spotnitz

the character of Raymond de Merville was created by Jamie Hannigan for the film Pilgrimage

Word Count: 2k ++

Warnings: military protocols, violence, graphic language, potential character death, fluff, angst, implied sexual relationships, money laundering, arms dealing, love triangle, rescue, espionage.

(This will be a full story – this is all I could get done in the time allotted, but it will continue this month. Also I keep using the name “John” and “Porter” interchangeably. I may go back and alter that later on. Sorry if it causes confusion)

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            Porter got his assignment that morning as he stepped onto the plane in Istanbul, Turkey. The two-hour flight gave him enough time to go over the dossier of Raymond Merville, a known arms dealer who had asked for assistance in retrieval in Egypt from a compound in Siwa Oasis. His commander, ________ (female commander) was very insistent, “Make sure you get him back in one piece, he’s a delicate piece of intel, but he is also a complete asshole.” John snickered over the coms as she said that.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Is there some package or whatever, or just him I am securing?”

Commander Eleanor Grant spoke carefully, “we need him, in person for the briefing, just get him here.”

“Understood,” John Porter responded, the call ended. Porter set his phone down on the table in front of him on the plane. And picked up the dossier again, opening it ceremoniously, and flipping through files, seeing a picture of Raymond in the file.

There wasn’t a lot to like about Raymond Merville, other than his penchant for drinking and gambling, along with arms dealing. He liked local flavors, and was well known to be a womanizer, John could respect that, as he was a bit of cad sometimes, but. The more he read the more it was reported that women he got involved with ended up missing. Including a journalist, an attaché, and two former undercover SAS agents. John gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow, looking out through the open window of the plane, a member of his team is not something he can contend with, even if it wasn’t on his watch, but two? Like it or not, Raymond was deadly to most women, and to intelligent and capable women to boot.

Porter made it his mission to keep him away from as many women as possible during the retrieval. The only reason he was going in, was that he looked similar enough to Raymond that his CO thought they could do a bait and switch with the Arab compound. A message came through the com – and he looked at it, it read, “New intel indicates he has an Egyptian national with him, Dina Sayed, CEO of a Financial Institution in Alexandria.” A picture of Dina Sayed popped up on his phone screen and Porter’s heart fluttered than sunk into his belly.

Porter spoke into his phone, “He’s escalating” he said sighing heavily.

Commander Grant, “I agree. Please keep an eye out for her, we both know her fate if you don’t.” Porter nodded, “Yes, I understand.”  

“Be careful out in Siwa, its pretty far from support, so make sure you have proper transportation in and out, we’ll rendezvous with you at the coordinates I sent,” Commander Grant explained.

“And Porter?” Commander said in question, “Yes?” Porter responded, “Its good to have you back.”

Porter smiled, as he looked out the window again, descending into Alexandria, “Good to be back.”  The plane landed in normal pace and as it hit the tarmac, Porter lurched in his seat, remembering the landings he has had in the past that were actually less smooth. He shook his head, clearing old memories and demons from his mind.

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Raymond woke up with Dina’s arm draped across his chest, she stirred as he peeled her arm off his chest and snuck to the lavatory for a piss. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and felt the heat already creeping across the open door in his room on the compound. He pulled the glass doors closed, and the light-colored linen drapes stilled. Dina moaned against the duvet, “What time is it?” Raymond looked over at her, nearly naked in his bed and smiled like a cat with a canary. He approached the bed and sat down, clad in only shorts, “Time for you to get to work, love,” he said, his French-English accent whispering to her. Dina rolled away from him and sat up, retrieving her top off the floor and slipping it on, “Yeah, I know. I was hoping for some breakfast first.” She coyly smirked back at him over her shoulder as she stood.

Raymond came up behind her, across the bed and kissed her shoulder, “We can, soon. Let’s just get this thing done for Amed and then we can go wherever you want to go in the Oasis.”

Dina looked at him, “Amed said we couldn’t leave, how do you suppose we are going anywhere?”

Raymond sighed against her skin, kissing it, and causing tingles down her spine, he was so attractive, Dina thought. He was definitely wrong for her, she knew that when he approached her in that club 3 weeks ago. But he knew people, and Dina wanted to grow her business, even if it meant dealing with people that could, harm her.

Raymond kissed her neck again coming around the front of her and put his hand on the back of her neck, looking hard in her eyes, “We will get out of here, I promise you. I arranged a retrieval with my government,”

Dina stepped away from him, “What? In Amed’s house? Are you nuts?” Dina walked briskly into the lavatory. Raymond on her feet, “Dina! (he lowered his tone) Dina. Please. I can’t get out of this any other way this time. Amed does not let anyone leave this place without a fucking delivery or a toe tag. (he talked wildly with his hands) I need your money to get him his delivery.”  

Dina looked at him through the reflection in the mirror, “How do you want me to do this then? Because I’m not dying for you.” Raymond put his arms around her and looked at her in the mirror set into his chest, “I’m not letting you go, until I say.” His eyes darkened a little as he kissed her shoulder again and left the room. Dina shuddered, and splashed some water on her face, it was tepid, in the desert, water isn’t cold, even in the Oasis. She dried her face with a hand towel and straightened herself up a bit. Heading back to the bedroom where Raymond was casually leaning against the floor to ceiling doorway he had closed earlier.

Raymond turned to her, and smiled slightly, Dina approached him, tipping up to kiss him on the mouth, “I will make the arrangements for you, it should take a few hours, can you tell him that?” Dina came back down on her heels and he held her, looking into her eyes, “Yes, I can, thank you,” he nudged her cheek with his nose, and then dropped his hands sighing as he stared out at the Oasis. Dina finished getting dressed and pulled her laptop out of her large purse by the bed.

She pulled a key fob out of the purse as well, it had a read out that changed every 60 seconds for security, and never repeated a combination. Raymond watched her every move silently. Dina pressed her fingerprint to a key pad on the laptop keyboard and the computer loaded into a login program. She typed in her password and pressed Enter. It opened to an accounts setting. Dina scrolled through and found the corresponding wire information. She turned to Raymond then, “What’s his acct number?”  Raymond stepped towards her, and pulled out his phone, scanning they a folder and then showing her, but still not talking. “Thank you” she said, looking at it, and typing it into the form. She got the corresponding information and prepared the wire, “Amount?” She looked at him again, realizing he was standing just behind her, Dina felt a bit nervous with him right on top of her like that.

“45 millions euros.” He said casually. Dina smirked a little, that’s a good chunk for her she thought, he fee is 3% of transfer. Dina did the calculations, and sent through the wire, removing her fee ahead of the schedule. She looked at her device as the program prompted and typed in the 6 digit code before it switched again. The confirmation came up, and she looked at the “pending” status, and logged out swiftly. “There you go, all set.” Dina beamed up at Raymond, as she closed her laptop and tucked the device under her shirt.

Raymond beamed back at her, “Great. I will go tell Amed he can expect it soon,”

Dina walked to the window, “Less my fee of course”, a sly smirk rising. Raymond’s voice faltered, “You took it right away?” Dina looked at him, “Yes, why?” Raymond cleared his throat, “That’s very bold of you, what do I do about the discrepancy?” Dina looked down a moment, “You tell it’s a fee charge, what else, look I’m not doing this for a laugh. I need my own money to shift the company.” Raymond nodded, “I know, I want to help you, but this is a tricky deal, we have to be smart, how much did you take?” Dina turned, “1.3 million.” Raymond looked thoughtful, “I see, and where is that now? In your bra?” Dina looked more serious at him, “Don’t be ridiculous its in my other account.” 

Raymond rubbed her arms and up to her shoulders from behind, leaning into her shoulders a bit as they both stared out through the window. His hands squeezing menacingly, “Where am I supposed to get the other money then?” Dina shifted against his weight. “I told you 45 million clean, now your playing around, taking fees, he doesn’t know about?” Dina moved out of his grip, but he was fast and gripped her arm again. Twisting her to face him, “You don’t understand,” Raymond said.

Dina snapped back at him, “No You don’t understand, I am doing You a favor,” she pointed at his chest, walking him backwards, “And You will respect my position here.”

Raymond started to laugh, “Darling, the only position you are here for is to be on all fours, and give me that money,” Dina slapped him across the face, and moved to leave the room. Raymond was right behind her, pulling her back against his chest, “Don’t cross me either, I may be a pussycat, my dear but I can be fierce,” he nearly growled in her hair. Dina shuddered, staying still under his grasp, waiting for her opportunity to get away.

“Look, we can tell him together, if your so,” she swallowed, “nervous.” Raymond towered over her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, “Yeah, yeah, let’s do that,” his grip loosened as he calculated. Dina relaxed momentarily and they both exited the room to the main part of the compound.

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            John secured a jeep and some gear, just enough supplies for the trek there and back. His rendezvous was just outside Marsa Malruh, near a small Bedouin village with a tourist salt cave. He had 28 hours to get Raymond and get him back to the rendezvous point. John thought about the woman, Dina, trying to figure out if he would have to retrieve her too. Surely if she was with Raymond, she knew the risk of staying in that compound. The compound in question was owned by Amed Al-Siwa, a very intense man with dark eyes and large hands. He had a short temper and a powerful sense of loyalty and honor.

It was 6 pm local time and Porter was driving into the sunset along the northern coast of Egypt, 6 hours on the road would get him to the compound just after midnight, and that meant, two things, the element of surprise, and cooler temperatures. Porter drove as the highway carried him to the southern roadway about 3 hours in. He stopped for petrol and pounded some caffeine pills he snagged in the shop. Its nothing but darkness in the desert at night, and wild animals, Porter wanted to stay alert. Porter checked his gear one more time, retrieving his Glock 9mm, and set it between the seats. He didn’t plan on getting stopped at the tolls, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.

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Lyn's Writing Event 2024

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A Guy Named Rich

Characters: Richard Armitage x Fem!reader

Lyn's Writing Challenge May 2024 - Day 31 - very late submission (haha)

May 31st: Challenge Days: Volcanic Eruption

Characters: Richard Armitage x Fem reader!

Fandom: Richard Armitage         

Word Count: 2.5k

Location: Iceland – volcanic eruption (current timeline)

Warnings: natural disasters, lava, fluff?, first encounter, anxiety, suspicion, distrust, angst, fear, grief.

Preface:

During a volcanic eruption in Iceland, the experience on the ground would be quite remarkable. Imagine the ground trembling beneath your feet, ash swirling through the air, and the distinct smell of sulfur filling your senses. The sight of molten lava flowing and shaping the landscape would be both mesmerizing and daunting. The sounds of explosions and the Earth’s raw power in action would evoke a mix of awe and fear in those witnessing it firsthand. It’s a moment where nature’s forces command respect and remind us of the incredible power that lies beneath the surface.

              You hadn’t put much stock in the wilds of Iceland, but when you landed there, you were instantly spellbound. You were there on a business trip and found that the admin had left you a window to take a hike, before tomorrow’s presentation. So, you did just that. Put on your new hikers, and headed out to a trail the locals had said would be good. Iceland recently had a volcanic eruption earlier in the week, and outside travelers were nervous, but you knew it would be fine. They must deal with this all the time. Why would the locals steer you wrong. You took a “ Hopp taxi” to the trail head and got out, thanking the driver.  You crept up the hill towards an old spring and spotted some people milling about, phones out and mouths agape. It wasn’t until you looked at what they were looking at that you realized the shock.

Was that Richard Armitage on the hill, looking at the geyser? You said to yourself. No, it couldn’t be, its too much of a coincidence. You headed up the trail towards, well him, but walked right by him, not giving it a second thought. That stuff rarely happened to you, so what was the use of giving it merit. You felt a strange sensation on the back of your neck, and rubbed at it, in a scratching motion. You kept going, despite the fact that many people seemed to be coming down the hill in great haste and looking at you with a puzzled expression.

As you crested the hill, you saw the immenseness of lava flowing and spitting up fire ahead of you. It was awe-some. You had never seen anything like it in your life before. And you were momentarily paralyzed by its immensity and raw power. Catching your breath, you retrieved your phone and started snapping pictures just like anyone else would in that moment. Not really realizing how close you were to the edge of the lava flowing riverlet now forming just feet from you. A hand reached out and grabbed at your arm pulling you back from the edge.

You yelped, a reflex and spun around, catching the gaze of a stubbled face man, with stunning blue eyes. You gulped in surprise, “oh fuck”, you blurted when you recognized him. It was Richard Armitage.

He grinned, “Are you ok? That was a close one,” he said almost light heartedly.

You laughed, and turned your head looking at the ground, “oh, thanks, I missed that,” nervously laughing.

“Good thing I wanted to get another look. Though people were giving me the eye for it”, he said, he was wearing a ball cap to subdue his features, but in this hazy afternoon, you couldn’t mistake the sparkle in those eyes of his. They shined in any, and every environment, like beacons to his heart and soul. You lost yourself for a second, and then cleared your throat.

“Listen, thanks again, I should be heading up that way,” you pointed further up, away from the lava flow. He looked to where you were pointing, then back down the hill towards some people looking nervously up at him.

“Mind if I tag along?” He asked. You were a little surprised, and it showed on your face, he acknowledged. “Sorry, sorry, you probably want to be alone. That was forward of me.”

“No, just surprised, won’t they be upset?” You nodded towards the few looking up at him. He sighed and shook his head.

“let’s make them wait, I love to give them the slip once and awhile”, he said smirking that devilish grin at you. You still felt a little suspicious and kindly declined. He looked a little crestfallen and you didn’t understand why. Maybe its lonely at the top, you thought.

“Sorry. I don’t have much time, to, well, meddle about,” you said to him apologetically.

He smirked, “Neither do I, but it might be fun to see it from higher up, right? Come on, how many times are you going to get this opportunity?”  he tried to use his convincing tone on you.

You looked up the hill and down the hill again, still nervous about going anywhere with him,

“Maybe just a little bit. I just don’t want to be blamed or scandalized that’s all, I work in marketing, I know how these things can devolve.” 

You ran your hand through your wavy hair and sighed. Richard acknowledged the comment and nodded. He headed up the hill ahead of you and you followed him. Still trying to figure out how you met someone you admired and how you are now hiking up a lava canyon with him. The hill got steeper as you both climbed and you found yourself a bit out of breath, he was too. You got to the next crest and the lava was definitely wider at this height, and sadly not as far away as you had hoped. The stronger the current, the more it would grow. You realized that even from basic physic dynamics from watching floodplains as a kid in the US. A riverbed could go from playful to menacing within a matter of minutes under torrential rain fall.

Richard turned back to look at you, “You ok?” he asked, noticing you had stopped walking. You looked out to the new angle, and it was even more astonishing than before. The snake of the lava curled through the ground and burbled and churned. The ground hummed beneath both of you. Richard stood behind you, in almost an intimate way and it made you visibly nervous. You turned, looking up at him, because well, he’s taller than most people.

You stepped backward away from him, “Um, maybe we should be properly introduced, I’m y/n, and you are?” you put out your hand, in the former way. He looked at it and took it gently.

“I am Richard, Richard Armitage”, his face didn’t give anything away, but there was a hint of sadness in the eyes you noticed.

“Good to meet you Richard”, you responded, and he did the same in kind. As he let go of your hand, it felt like a strange promise for more. You put your hand in your pant pocket nervously. He looked at you under stunning lashes and his nose tipped up towards the summit, with a tilt of his head it was an invitation to keep going higher. The magma churned behind and below you, and you took the challenge willingly.

He walked ahead of you again, seemingly in gentleman’s fashion, but you weren’t too sure, what the intention was, and you normally were a very trustworthy person.

The ground was warming beneath you and you felt the heat rising.

“Don’t you think we getting too close to this?” You asked him ahead of you. Richard turned and looked at you, “What? You want to turn back, already?”

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to relent, this was going to end one way or the other, then you smiled sweetly, “No, no, just wondering how you felt, I think my shoes are getting a bit, melty.” You stepped up and out of some scorched earth, trying to keep to the brown brush instead. Richard chuckled as he headed up over the trail. The magma churning and burning so close you swear you could smell the sulfur. The ash blew around you, you looked up and saw the smoke from the volcano now to your right.

“Aren’t you scared of getting trapped in this?” you asked Richard, Richard stopped walking and came back towards you.

He got a very serious look on his face, like he was trying to discern what to say, and then, he looked down the hill towards the group of people looking more and more nervous at him.

He sighed, “I’d rather be here”, he smiled a little, trying to be charming. You weren’t going for it but did feel a little flattery inside your churning belly.  

“Oh,” you replied. He looked you straight in the eyes and that was nearly too much.

His hands seem to drift towards your arms, and you figured it was just his nature. You gave him some distance and his hands dropped. Richard looked around where you were both standing and realized that the flow was increasing and expanding. He looked down the hill and saw people fleeing quickly.

A big burst of smoke shot from the volcano and sprayed new ash into the air. The ground trembled and you held steady, Richard nearly fell over, and you found yourself catching him a bit. He chuckled and righted himself.

“The bigger they are the harder they fall, right?” you said, trying for some humor to relieve the tension. Richard swept off his knees, “Yeah, apparently, I think you might be right about us heading back down.”

You both started back down the trail, but the brown crunch of the grasses were softening, and the trail was shrinking. Richard’s phone buzzed in his pocket, he checked it and quickly texted back, then looked towards the people in the valley, waving wild hands in the parking lot at least 100 yards away. Richard squinted and looked to you.

“Well, we may have to brave this together, they said there is a bulletin to get off the trail, and they are leaving” he kind of grimaced and then chuckled.

“What do you mean there leaving you? Aren’t they your staff?” You asked, surprised.

“Not really, they are hired by my publisher,” Richard remarked.

“But what happens if you don’t make it back to the trailhead?” you said, pointing down the hill.

Richard sighed heavily, “Nothing, I guess I burn”,

You felt a strange sensation to reassure him, and put your hand on his arm,

“Look I don’t have any idea why your up here with me of all people, but I don’t think you intended to see a natural wonder as a suicide mission, did you?”

Richard looked abashed and readjusted his cap, “No, I did not. But I cannot compel them to stay for my account, the only one I can count on is him, (he pointed further away), and he will make sure I do come down this hill.”

You strained your eyes in the gathering ashen fog and saw a man looking quite serious in a pullover coat and trousers. He was shorter than Richard, medium build, short hair, and a serious scowl planted on his face.

“He looks pretty angry with you”.

A flying object zoomed by you both and you yelped in alarm. It was a drone taking geographic surveys of the volcano. Richard swatted it away merely in protest. You both moved down the trail and continued to attempt to escape the growing lava flow.

“Yeah, Neil has that face”, he grinned, “Its kind of what I pay him for”.

You laughed, “fair enough.”

“But he allows me these adventures, he won’t be carrying me off or anything, he just is there to remind me that I need to keep my priorities straight.” Richard explained, his tone was lighter, but you could hear the tension there, like he was quite unhappy with part of his situation.

“I don’t mean to pry, but we are sharing this trek together, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Richard looked over at you, openly eager, “Sure, what is it?”

“Why do you seem so, well sad?” You asked.

He cleared his throat, making a few steps ahead of you before turning back towards you.

“I’m grieving the loss of my father, and some days it still gets to me. You can never really prepare yourself for the loss of a parent, even though it is inevitable in life’s journey. I lost them both so quickly, it just is taking me a little bit to get used to the idea.” Richard explained. He turned back to the trail and kept moving down the hill at a steady pace.

You were filled with such guilt for the question, “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I did not know. I am sorry for your loss. I know were all supposed to say that. I lost my father 2 years ago, and it still is a shock sometimes. I scroll through texts and just, start crying”.

Richard paused then, and stepped up to you, suddenly enlivened by a mere connection, “Exactly. And then it hits you again, Bam (he slams his hands together), and you have to remember where you are, work has been tricky, you know. Dealing with the waves, I just thought if I could get out in nature and feel the earth rumble, feel something new, something, (he moved his hands outward) big it would snap me back to being me again,”

He clung to you his hands digging into your arms, he looked at you sternly, “I shouldn’t have said that, I’m just, I’m sorry, y/n”, he dropped his hands again, and you grabbed at his hand, squeezing it in your palm.

“No, I understand, you’re a ship without a harbor, adrift. Any other ships seem like an oasis, or whatever the sea equivalent is, an island?” you say, kind of half-heartedly chuckled, scratching at the hair on the back of your neck that was creeping up again.

“Well thanks, y/n for saying that. It means a lot, truly”, he led you by the hand down a bit further, the heat was rising again as you descended, and the ash was less, but it still was filling your lungs it seemed, and you started to cough a bit.

Just as you thought you wouldn’t get to the trail again, you felt cooler ground beneath your feet and heard him sigh. You just let him lead you down the path by his soft hand and kept your eyes closed from the ash. He stopped and you opened them, finding yourself in the parking lot, much closer to that stern gentleman, named Neil. Richard smiled at you.

“Thanks for the adventure, y/n, it was just what I needed”, Richard let go of your hand and stepped towards Neil and a waiting vehicle.

You looked around quickly, seeing nothing else around, “Wait? Can I get a ride back to the city?”

You asked coming up behind him. Richard smiled again, “Yes, of course,”

You got into his car and pulled away from an awesome display of natures power of you, and an Icelandic volcano.

= Fin =

Lyn's Writing Event May 2024 - Challenge Day (31) - Volcano

Thanks to my friends that helped support that crazy month and those who have read my stuff and asked me for more. hugs all around!

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**trigger warning for those who have been pregnant**

Characters: Gary Fuller x Allison Stone (Fuller)

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Week 4 - Day 25

May 25th: Week 4: Tornado

Characters: Gary Fuller x Allison Stone (Fuller)

*** Trigger warning for those who have been pregnant ***

*** Suicidal shock – please if you are easily triggered by this human experience, do not read***

Fandom: Richard Armitage/Sarah Wayne Callies – Into the Storm (AU continuation of ship)

The characters of Gary Fuller and Allison Stone were created by Steven Quale & John Swetnam

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Tornados, trauma, geriatric (over 35) pregnancy, pseudocyesis, presumed miscarriage, anxiety, depression, rescue, suicidal tendencies.

              Ally smiled as she felt a heartbeat in her abdomen and rubbed her belly through her soft cotton shirt. She prayed for a smooth transition into motherhood again. Grace was her miracle already, what would this new child bring into her life. Gary doted on her when she told him. Since the boys were off to college now, starting a new family, felt like a natural step forward for their relationship. It was Spring now, and storms were starting to come fast and often. Gary had told her not to go “chasing” once she hit the third trimester and she had agreed it would be unsafe. But right now, she was 12 weeks in and feeling fine.

Several storms were reported near home and she took the rig and her assistant and headed out. She was a little nauseous but was used to it by now. And often the excitement of the chase made her stomach a little nervous. When they headed out, her back started to hurt, but she didn’t think anything of it, these rough roads during flooding were, well, rough by anyone’s standards. She gripped the bar on the inside of the passenger seat of the truck and held on. Daryl apologized for the roads and Ally chuckled.

“Why? You didn’t pour them,” she smirked, and then a wave of nausea hit her, and her abdomen seized in a cramp. Ally let out a gasp and grimaced. Daryl smirked, “Ok, now your just making fun of me.” Laughing.

Ally momentarily paled and sweat broke out on her face and her neck. Ally shuddered visibly, as Daryl slowed down to a spot on the road.

“Ally? You ok?” Daryl asked. Ally looked to him, “Yeah, yeah” her color returning, “That was weird, but I think I am ok.” Daryl looked up and saw the clouds darkening as rain pelted the truck. Ally slowly crawled between the seats to her command center of monitors.

“I’m punching it up now, looks like we got two good ones coming up on our right”, Ally pointed out the window of the truck’s side door. Daryl pitched his head against the windshield looking for a sign of a small cyclone. A nearby siren echoed through the corn fields, that were green, but mostly bare looking, planted only a few weeks before.

“Nothing yet, but its ripe, did you feel that temp drop”, Daryl asked.

Ally nodded, “Yeah, I did”, she gripped her belly again and gritted her teeth. Daryl looked back at her, “Are you sure you are alright, I know Gary told me to,” he trailed off.

Ally looked at him sternly, “How long you known me, I don’t fade easily”,

Daryl sighed, “Yeah but you don’t look too good”, he spun back to face the windshield.

“Noted, thank you”, and she managed a smile. Daryl shouted mumbles excitedly and pointed out the window. Ally looked up at her screen and caught the red zone.

“Gotcha” she said, indicating the cyclone, starting up her tracking software, and filtering the data. The cyclone swirled and captured fencing and some other loose farm equipment, swirling it around inside itself, before dissipating quickly. A tractor crashed to the ground about 200 yards away from them.

Daryl chortled, “Well that was underwhelming,”

Ally giggled, “Yeah, tell that to the tractor”. Another cramp hit her and she missed the next cell indicator. A cyclone emerged right in front of them about 50 yards and Daryl put the truck in reverse and backed up, turning around. Ally held on to the monitors, taking a steady breath.

“I am not doing this again, you want to track them fine, but I need to live today.” Daryl warned.

Ally sat back up in her seat, “Fair. Maybe we should head back to town, the cell is clear there, for now.” Daryl headed back to Silverton. Ally stayed in the rear cabin and pulled out her cell phone, it was 155 pm, so Gary was still at the school.

His voice calmed her nerves, “hey, how are you?” Ally could hear Gary’s smile over the phone.

“I’m ok. We are calling it early I think, there’s some strong cells coming in, and I’m,” she paused,

“Yes, I understand. Can you come see me then?” Gary asked, hopeful. Ally looked at the time, and their general trajectory.

She nodded over the phone, “Yeah, I should be able to,” smiled audibly, “It will be nice to get a”

Ally grabbed her belly and breathed out harshly.

Gary immediately was talking as the phone slid off her cheek, “Babe? What’s wrong, Ally, hun are you ok?”

Ally sucked in a breath, “Yeah. I just, its just cramping.” She responded.

Gary made a face on his end of the line, “Look just get here, I will take care of you. Love you.”

Ally returned a ‘uhuh, love you too’ breathily and hung up the cell.

Daryl looked back in the rearview mirror, “So, am I dropping you at the high school then?”

Ally nodded and gave him a thumbs up. She broke out in another sweat and took a sip of cool water from a bottle nearby. She did her breathing exercises she had remembered, and it calmed her down a bit. Daryl pulled up to the entrance, and Gary was waiting outside for Ally.

Daryl got out and opened the side door, revealing Ally crouched on the floor of the van, lightly clutching her belly. Gary got right to her, “come on, come on”, he picked her up, and carried her into the school entrance, Daryl right at his heels, opening doors. Gary set Ally down on a cushioned chair in the front office. He scanned her with his eyes, and put his hand on her hand on her belly.

“Is it the baby? Is everything alright?” Gary asked.

Ally looked at him, he was crouched in front of her, “I don’t know, I thought we were out of the woods”, smirked sadly. Gary looked firmly at her, “lets go see the doctor then ok?” Ally nodded. And Gary helped her up to her feet. The wave had subsided and she could stand again. Gary’s arm was melting into her back in support and care, she leaned into his side as he walked her out. The administrator waved him off when he looked to say something. Gary smiled at her and kept walking Ally out. Daryl was at the truck waiting. The side door was still wide open, and Ally could see the monitor blaring a warning. She rolled her eyes, as she stepped into the truck.

Gary entered behind her, “Daryl, can you take us to the ER?”

“Sure, of course”, Daryl answered. Gary held Ally in the back of the truck for the duration of the trip across Silverton to the hospital. Ally didn’t have any cramps in that interval and she was relieved. Maybe she just needed some rest, she thought. They pulled up to the entrance under an portico. Daryl stepped out and opened the side door again, Gary emerged and lead Ally out through the sliding glass doors to the patient counter.

Ally made her best effort, “Hey I would like to be seen please,”  Gary stood at her side.

“Yes, miss,” the nurse replied, “what has brought you in today?”

“I’m pregnant”, she looked to Gary, “and I’m having some unusual cramping, I don’t know if I’m bleeding though”, Gary’s eyes shifted widely, his grip on her shoulder tightened considerably.

“I see, well fill this out, we’ll be right with you”, the nurse said shoving a clipboard in Ally’s hand and pointing to a pot of pens to choose from. “I’ll need your insurance card, too”.

Ally moved her hands to pockets, as Gary pulled his bill fold and handed it to the nurse. Ally shyly thanked him. He looked at her without incident. Ally tucked her hair behind her ear, and thanked the nurse as they both found a seat. Ally filled out the basic information needed and noted the time. The weather channel was on a monitor above them in the waiting area, issuing another Tornado warning, and she grinned, wishing that was a distraction right now.

Gary looked at her with deep concern, “Don’t worry, hun. We’ll figure this out together.” He kissed the top of her head, and rubbed her shoulder as they shared a wide seat.

“Allison?” a new nurse called from a triage room, Allison got up and moved towards the room, Gary was right beside her. The triage nurse took her vitals, took the clipboard and asked her questions to confirm the information on it. Ally answered as usual, a keen understanding of the workings of a medical triage. The nurse looked up at her sharply, “How far along are you?”

Gary answered immediately, “12 weeks.” Ally, put her hand on his leg and squeezed it, he looked at her with keenly felt love.

“Alright, well, let’s get you checked out then. You can stay in here, then we will move you to an exam room.” The sirens started blaring again outside, Ally seemed to hear them in her sleep nowadays. The nurse left out an adjacent door into another hallway.

Gary rubbed her hand, “See this is going to be fine, you’ll see.” Ally looked at him hopeful, and sighed, “I just don’t want to disappoint you”.

He looked concerned again, “That is not why we are doing this, you cant disappoint me. It isn’t your fault if something,”

Ally put her fingers to his lips to stop him from talking, “Shh.. no no no.” She chided. Gary stifled a smile.

“I love you no matter what”, he said when she dropped her hand. Ally smiled lightly, “I love you too.” She sort of girl punched him in the side in playfulness. She was feeling a little better, maybe it was just stress. A while later they moved Ally and Gary to an exam room. A nurse took er vitals again, drew some blood, and palpated her abdomen. Gary stood at her bedside watching and holding Ally’s hand. Focused and ready for whatever was to come. A loud crack of thunder broke his concentration and Ally actually flinched. Gary noted that reaction, as it was out of character for her.

More time passed, the rain pelted the hospital, and the town. But thankfully no tornados.

A doctor came in to talk with them about the results of the blood tests, and Ally looked hopeful at some good news. During the exam, she had noted some bleeding, and she knew sometimes that occurred, but she just didn’t want to entertain any negativity.

The doctor looked at Ally flat in the eye, “So your tests came back negative,”

Gary and Ally both sighed in relief.

“let me finish,” said the doctor, “Your pregnancy test came back negative, we cannot explain your bleeding, or the cramping or anything else you have told us”.

Ally sat up angrily, “what are you talking about? I’m pregnant!” her voice raised in alarm.

Tornado sirens blarred again, and Ally looked to Gary who was standing in shock beside her.

The doctor was on a rolly stool, so he wasn’t at eye height, he stood up then to re-declare his position, “Look we ran it three times, I know it sounds strange. I swear I am trying to do this delicate,” Ally looked at him, her heart thundering in her chest, louder than those damn sirens outside.

Gary looked to the doctor, “What are you saying?” 

Ally could feel her world spinning then, and she flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling numb.

The doctor continued, “It’s called pseudocyesis, you have some of the symptoms of pregnancy, but its not a real pregnancy from a biological standpoint, its psychological” he moved back a little, looking at Gary who was now in a mix of confusion and protection. “I think you should leave,” Gary finally said.

The doctor bowed his head, “Take all the time you need,”

Ally’s head swam with thoughts, what was going on? The heartbeat, the cramping, the nausea, the sense of smell, she had it all. What was going on? Ally started to cry, big bubbling tears, and turned away from Gary on the bed. Gary moved towards her, his hand rubbing her back.

“I’m so sorry. I tried, I don’t know what happened”, She sobbed. Gary was working through his own disbelief and frustration, but he knew he loved her. He made a promise to take care of her. He wasn’t going to fail now. Gary curled up on the bed with her and held her.

“Shh…” he spoke against Ally’s sobs, “Its ok. We can try again, right?” Ally cried harder at that sentiment.

She turned slightly to look up at him, “Didn’t you hear that smarmy asshole, he said I wasn’t pregnant. You can’t try again for something that didn’t exist!” Gary held her tighter letting her cry. 

“I’m sorry. I know, I know. I just don’t, I’ve never even heard of that, have you?” Gary asked.

Ally shook her head, “No, never. What does that even mean? How can my body trick me like that? Am I losing my mind?”

Gary held her face in his hand, brushing a kiss to her temple, “No, no. your not crazy, something must have caused it.”  Ally closed her eyes at the kiss, “Then what, what caused it?” she sniffled.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think were going to find that out here”, Gary replied. The nurse knocked on the glass door, and peaked in.

“Were all ready to discharge,” she said. Gary looked at her a bit perturbed.

The nurse recognized this and slinked back out of the doorway. Gary kissed Ally on the head again, and got up, “I’m going to get you some water, do you need anything else?”

She sat up slowly, hugging her one knee and smirking, “Yeah, you got any dignity out there, grab me some.”  Gary looked at her, seriously and opened the door, “You are plenty dignified, you have nothing to prove to me, you have a kid already. Grace is wonderful. I’m perfectly satisfied with what we have.”

Gary closed the door and Ally openly wept into her hands, the grief of the realization palatable and earth shattering. She started to have a panic attack. Ally got up and paced the room a minute.

Gary had to go down a rather long hallway to find the water station. And it took some doing to get the nurses to instruct him on how to operate it.

Ally, started to get dressed again, she had to get away, had to clear her head. That doctor was the insane one, not me, Ally thought. She put on her shoes and opened the glass door carefully, peaking around the inner curtain to the nurse’s station. Everyone was busy or back turned to her, viewing monitors and discussing critical patients. Ally looked back and forth but did not see Gary. She snuck out of the room and through an alternate exit.

The cool and warm air hit her in succession as she stepped outside to a dark green sky and a strong breeze. The sun was still in the sky, but it was slowly approaching dusk. She could see Daryl parked a little ways down the parking lot, but she went the other direction. Cutting across the lawn to the hospital and heading for the ominous view of sickly green clouds and a scent of rain. Ally closed her jacket about her and stomped towards the storm.

Ally was aware that walking into a storm like this was utter madness, but her grief was so strong, she didn’t care what happened, she just wanted to wash away that feeling inside her heart. She was consumed by the shame and grief of that information. It just didn’t make any sense.

Gary came back to the room, and as he slid the door open smoothly it didn’t take him long to realize that Ally was gone. He mouthed the words “fuck”, and immediately pulled out his phone to call her. It rang on the bed in the room. He hung up and tried Daryl.

Daryl answered, waiting in the parking lot, “Is everything ok?”

“No, Ally ran off. We got some bad news. I don’t know where she would go, do you?” Gary said, walking towards the main entrance to the ER.

“No, I mean, I haven’t seen her. She didn’t come back to the Van, and I’m sure she could see me if she came out”. 

Gary acknowledged him, as he walked up to the truck and got into the passenger seat switching off the call.

“So, where do we go?” Daryl asked.

Gary pointed towards the ominous clouds ahead of them, “How about into that storm”,

Daryl sighed, “I was afraid you were going to say that”. Daryl put the truck into reverse and pulled out of his spot, heading to the road along the hospital. More open fields scattered businesses and residences around the town. Gary scanned streets and open fields for Ally.

Daryl and Gary headed towards the storm, and each minute they got closer, so did the storm.

Ally could feel the shift of wind over head, and she looked up as a pelt of heavy rain droplets hit her in force before reaching the ground and splashing back up against the divet puddles of a tilled crop field. Ally squished through the fields with effort, the rain so heavy it pushed her down into the ground as she walked. A sound of a train made Ally’s head snap up sharply, and the cyclone appeared in front of her about 75 yards away. She looked around for something to hide under or grab hold of. Nothing presented it self. The tornado gave chase as Ally moved away from it. It licked along the ground, kicking up mud and dirt and plants, heading straight for her.

Ally felt the wave of guilt again and stood still, arms out, ready to be taken, “Do your worst!” she shouted amongst the rain and wind.

Daryl spotted her first, they were driving down the parallel road to the field. Gary looked over out his window and saw Ally arms spread wide, and the tornado heading straight for her.

“Oh god,” he gasped, his hand over his mouth, “Can you cut through the field in this?”

Daryl laughed, “haha! Oh yeah I can, watch this.” He flicked some buttons on his side panel and engaged 4-wheel drive with a Jeep modification for mud terrain. “Hold on!”

Gary braced himself, then had a thought, “wait, I’ll go in back, keep the side door open so I can catch her”.  Daryl grinned.

The truck veered off the road sharply and into the field. They were headed straight for Ally.

But so was the tornado, it swooshed and dived, picking up more things as it passed a shed.

Ally kept her eyes closed and her arms open, “You can do better than that, try picking me up” she roared at the cyclone.

As the tornado made its way towards her, never breaking stride, Ally peaked at it and grinned desperately, tears streaming down her face. She looked at it careens towards her, a large arm swooped her up and into the van. Gary set her down, and slammed the side door, just as the tornado washed past and behind them. Daryl had his foot deep in the peddle, moving towards the road on the other side of the field.

Gary held her down against the floor of the van, “What were you doing? Trying to kill yourself?”

He shouted, even though the rain had gone. Ally looked up at him, momentarily startled.

“I, I.. I just wanted to be cleansed,” Her face in her hands, sobbing starting again. Gary dropped his anger, and held her to him, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry you felt you had to.  It will all be ok. We will heal from this, I promise.”

Ally sobbed into his chest, “But now I cannot trust my own body is telling the truth, let alone what you must think of me”. She held him closer, trying to find solace in his steady warmth.

“Its not about that. I don’t think anything of you. I love you. We will figure this out together ok?” Gary explained, rubbing her soothingly.

Daryl made it back to the road and they drove back to town. The tornado had vanished by then, taking it with it a little bit of Ally’s perseverance, and maybe some trust. She didn’t know where to go from here, but she knew that Gary would lead her safely home.

(Epilogue: There is no offense intended in characters or depictions, this story comes from a personal experience of mine. So it is not fictional for me. I hope that anyone who can identify with any aspect of this experience, though brief in its depiction can find some solace in not being alone with their thoughts or feelings about it)

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