#Promised

[ahrasliaayahanambar]

BUT YOU PROMISED...💔💔

[purrsia]

I know I draw them kissing 24/7 but take them please its all i have

[wiirocku]

James 1:12 (KJV) - Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love Him.

[nana-41175]

Then Brian saw the figure strapped to the bed and the last vestiges of rational thought left him.

Here, it was clear even to the untrained eye, was an Omega in the throes of full heat, writhing and desperate, his wrists tied to the bedposts by strips of linen. He was panting deeply, cursing, entreating as he tried to twist his hands free, his body rising and falling in an erotic wave as he thrashed uselessly against the damp sheets.

Brian stood there for a moment, stunned, as he took in the vision of his friend, clad in an oversized night shirt and very little else. He had not seen Roger for over a year and whatever he had imagined in the moments leading up to this encounter, he was not prepared to see him thus, wild and so totally unlike his usual cool, collected self.

From Promised- Maylor Omegaverse Regency AU

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[kingofthering]

DEADLINE FOR THE MOTOGP SURVEY THIS SUNDAY THE 3RD OF MARCH.

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[ask-jesters-trio]

Forgot to open asks this month...

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[dimitrow]

[likesomekindofcheese]

Promised- Finale (Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader, Arranged Marriage AU series)

Series Summary: When Emperor Peter's behavior towards your family threatens the alliance between them and Russia, the only way to solve it from breaking is through an arranged marriage with his friend, the handsome but heartbroken Count Grigor Dymov. A man you barely know.

Previous Chapters: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven//Eight//Nine//Ten//Eleven

Chapter Summary: You and Grigor enjoy a long-denied honeymoon

Content Warnings: Some discussions of sex and cursing and mentions of pregnancy and babies- don't worry, Y/N isn't pregnant. But VERY fluffy!

Word Count: 1584

A/N: Thank you guys so much for supporting this series throughout! Now I thought was the best time to conclude it! When season 3 of The Great comes out and should I get inspired, there might be a season 2 of this fic like what @ladystrallan did with I Really Wish I Hated You (which, btw, highly recommend if you love The Great Fanfics). Who knows?! But I hope all of you loved reading it as much as I loved writing this series!

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You and Grigor were planning on returning to court. You both just wanted something denied to you when you were rushed to be married and when there was a coup- a honeymoon. Three whole months of a honeymoon.

The days were never more lovely- lovemaking at night, awakening when one felt like it, the most sumptuous meals, playing cards by the fireside, reading to each other, and you showing off the various songs you knew how to play. You were starting to teach Grigor chords and his clumsy practicing of scales with mutters of “fuck!” at a mistake could be heard. You still kept shooting practice, but you were relaxed, not caring if you missed the odd target.

It was quite warm for Russia the past two weeks. Flowers were deep in their bloom in the gardens, and it was green everywhere. The vineyards seemed to be a far brighter green than you expected. Perhaps springtime was arriving sooner than you expected or maybe it was a warm spot for a few days. You had to wear your lighter silks as opposed to the warm furs to keep one safe from your new home country’s notorious chill.

As you and your husband toured the grounds together that afternoon, there were fruits of light green and dark purple. You would both look at each other, pluck the small fruits, and try bites of them yourself, feeling the juicy sweetness burst on your tongues, as if only briefly. Grigor would wipe the juice off of his sleeve and give you a kiss and you would taste the grape in his breath as if combined with yours you made your own special wine. Grigor was in his favorite deep green. You had insisted he keep a few buttons down so you could see some of his chest hair. You insisted it was absolutely sexy of him when he wore shirts (especially white ones) with a few buttons undone and he took note. Yes, it was the wrong color today, but you didn’t care. Perhaps that could wait for later tonight when you would hop on him like a rabbit until you screamed each other’s names, not caring about disturbing the servants sleeping below. You were in a bright red dress with golden floral patterns all over it and you perfumed yourself with rose water.

You matched and complimented in your dress as had your souls on the inside- each perfect and making only the other look better when beside it.

You emerged from the kiss and wiped your hand on your skirt.

“Could you hold my hand, my dear?” you asked, presenting your hand out.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely,” he replied, eagerly taking yours.

It was warm and encompassing, the fingers intertwined within each other to feel the pulse of each other. As you both walked back home, the day was fading. The sky turned into a mix of orange and pink and the crispness of evening etched around you. Once you approached back to the manor, the housekeeper greeted you both and assured you that dinner would be ready in one or two hours. Olga, the little servant girl, handed you back your beloved dog and both of you cooed over her.

“Oh and Madame Dymova! Here! Messenger said it’s from Paris! And it’s for you and the master!” she added on, handing over a letter with a familiar wax seal.

Before you could comment on it, Sonya let out a bright bark for want of attention.

“Here Sonya- found this! Here- Good girl!” Grigor offered.

From his pocket, he pulled out a truffle and fed it to the eager and always hungry pup.

“Would you like some wine? There’s a new one they just made here and it’s fucking astounding,” he offered.

“Oh, yes! And ask the kitchen for a plate of bread and cheese and fruit, perhaps?” you asked.

“I don’t see why not!” he replied, giving you a peck on your forehead before going down to the kitchen.

You made your way to the back porch area outside on your white seats and white chairs. You found it had not grown so chilly that you would require heaps of blankets as you have in the past. Sonya lay happily on your lap panting away. Though grown, she still saw herself as a puppy who had to have every last of her needs attended to, or else her mistress would hear her barking and mischief. But you loved her more for it.

You pulled from your reticule an unopened letter from the dress of your pocket. It couldn’t be your family- you heard just yesterday that you were an aunt to a beautiful little niece. Both you and Grigor were already making plans to travel and visit your family and for you to be introduced and be acquainted with his own. So, who could it be? Was it Catherine about her baby or the new education laws? Orlo recommending a new philosophy book to you? Who? You saw the name on it and gasped.

“It’s George! George wrote to us!” you told Sonya, who only tilted her head.

You then ripped it open and smiled, your heart touched by the contents. From the corner, you saw Grigor come out to approach the table. He smiled, holding two glasses of wine, and giving one to you.

“Why thank you, darling!” you chirruped at him.

“No problem at all,” he answered.

A servant immediately arrived behind and held a platter of cheeses, slices of bread, and apples. His blue eyes went to the letter.

“What is that? Who is it?” he asked.

You smiled, handing him the papers.

“Why, it’s George!? Can’t you believe it? She’s in Paris of all places! Oh, that must be wonderful! And here…she said she met someone who she truly loves and who loves her! Oh, I’m so happy for her! We must write back and ask her more about this!” you squealed.

“Why- how good for her! I’m glad!” Grigor wished genuinely with a shrug and a relaxed smile.

Both of you held up your glasses of wine.

“Should we toast to her?” you asked.

Grigor shook his head.

“I have a better one. To what brought us together in the first place. Here, Y/N-to the alliance!”

“To the alliance!” you agreed, daintily clinking your glasses.

Both of you took a first sip.

“It won’t be too long before we return- so much will be different…” Grigor began.

“I’m just glad Marial is in prison…I’ve slept better at night since then…” you sighed.

He did frown briefly. He took a deep drink and set down his glass.

“Well…part of me is eager. Been worried sick over Peter.”

“But you always are, you silly shit!” you teased, setting your own glass down.

He smiled at the words. You thought there was never a more beautiful smile than that of Grigor Dymov when he was well and truly happy. Your heart would always burst with love for him at the sight.

His letters seem fine and happy though…he’s thrilled about the baby. Got a name picked out and everything!”

“What if we have a baby- will we be even ready for that?” you suggested.

So far, your courses were like clockwork and Grigor would spoil you with bedrest and vodka and embraces when the cramps tormented you. But that doesn’t mean the time would never come. In fact, with all the fucking you had been doing it was a pure miracle it hadn’t happened yet!

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be, Y/N…but what about life after the coup? Things will be so…so different. Peter’s not in charge as much. There’s a royal baby on the way. George is in France. Catherine’s changing all the laws to what she wants. Everything is upside down…” he muttered.

“But we can take it…” you assured him.

He clutched his hand onto yours in response and you used your other hand to rest it on his cheek. He relaxed into it, using a hand to touch yours.

“We can take anything as long as we’re together, darling,” he replied.

“Of course, we can, my dear husband…” you cooed.

"Oh, say that again!” he insisted.

You crawled on his lap, kissing his face- his freckles, his forehead, his cheekbones, his chin.

“Dear husband, dear husband, my Grigor, my darling…” you mumbled between the kisses.

“Fuck, you make me hard. Keep it up and I might have to have you on this table before dinner!” he confessed.

“Wait until after dinner!” you insisted with a joking slap on his arm.

“If Countess Dymova requests it, who am I to deny her that!” he gave in.

You giggled and paused. Both of you breathe deeply the warmth of each other and the closeness.

He kissed you with soft lips again, but there was a chasteness- a tenderness to how he cupped your cheek when it happened. You cuddled into his chest as the sun set and he placed an arm around you to draw circles on your back as the dog lay contentedly smiling on the floor with her pink tongue out.

You were happy. After such chaos you had been through- you were completely happy. Dinner was about to be served. You had a home in court and out. You had a precious pup. You had friends. And most of all, you had found a happy, faithful marriage. And a husband who you loved and who loved you.

And this time the wine did in fact not taste like shit.

[fortisfilia]

hello ! i was just wondering, what is the patronus of "promised" tom riddle? thank you !

hi! great question, i never thought about it. i think the obvious answer would be a snake but i feel like promised!tom is too snazzy to have everything be about slytherin and snakes. i could see a black panther - sleek, elegant and deadly. xx

Promised

[e-c-i-m]

Dear Child of God,

Lord, help us overcome all temptations!

Love, ECIM

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[lordgodjehovahsway]

Judges 15: Samson's Wife Is Given Away, Which Starts A War With The Philistines

1 Later on, at the time of wheat harvest, Samson took a young goat and went to visit his wife. He said, “I’m going to my wife’s room.” But her father would not let him go in.

2 “I was so sure you hated her,” he said, “that I gave her to your companion. Isn’t her younger sister more attractive? Take her instead.”

3 Samson said to them, “This time I have a right to get even with the Philistines; I will really harm them.” 

4 So he went out and caught three hundred foxes and tied them tail to tail in pairs. He then fastened a torch to every pair of tails, 

5 lit the torches and let the foxes loose in the standing grain of the Philistines. He burned up the shocks and standing grain, together with the vineyards and olive groves.

6 When the Philistines asked, “Who did this?” they were told, “Samson, the Timnite’s son-in-law, because his wife was given to his companion.”

So the Philistines went up and burned her and her father to death. 

7 Samson said to them, “Since you’ve acted like this, I swear that I won’t stop until I get my revenge on you.” 

8 He attacked them viciously and slaughtered many of them. Then he went down and stayed in a cave in the rock of Etam.

9 The Philistines went up and camped in Judah, spreading out near Lehi. 

10 The people of Judah asked, “Why have you come to fight us?”

“We have come to take Samson prisoner,” they answered, “to do to him as he did to us.”

11 Then three thousand men from Judah went down to the cave in the rock of Etam and said to Samson, “Don’t you realize that the Philistines are rulers over us? What have you done to us?”

He answered, “I merely did to them what they did to me.”

12 They said to him, “We’ve come to tie you up and hand you over to the Philistines.”

Samson said, “Swear to me that you won’t kill me yourselves.”

13 “Agreed,” they answered. “We will only tie you up and hand you over to them. We will not kill you.” So they bound him with two new ropes and led him up from the rock. 

14 As he approached Lehi, the Philistines came toward him shouting. The Spirit of the Lord came powerfully upon him. The ropes on his arms became like charred flax, and the bindings dropped from his hands. 

15 Finding a fresh jawbone of a donkey, he grabbed it and struck down a thousand men.

16 Then Samson said,

“With a donkey’s jawbone     I have made donkeys of them. With a donkey’s jawbone     I have killed a thousand men.”

17 When he finished speaking, he threw away the jawbone; and the place was called Ramath Lehi.

18 Because he was very thirsty, he cried out to the Lord, “You have given your servant this great victory. Must I now die of thirst and fall into the hands of the uncircumcised?” 

19 Then God opened up the hollow place in Lehi, and water came out of it. When Samson drank, his strength returned and he revived. So the spring was called En Hakkore, and it is still there in Lehi.

20 Samson led Israel for twenty years in the days of the Philistines.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

A Ruler from Bethlehem

The Lord says, “Bethlehem Ephrathah, you are one of the smallest towns in Judah, but out of you I will bring a ruler for Israel, whose family line goes back to ancient times.” — Micah 5:2 | Good News Translation (GNT) Good News Translation® (Today’s English Version, Second Edition) © 1992 American Bible Society. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 35:16; Genesis 35:19 Matthew 2:1; Matthew 2:6; Luke 2:4; John 7:42; Hebrews 7:14

[wiirocku]

Hebrews 10:23 (NIV) - Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.

[nana-41175]

Teaser for Promised ch 14 (Maylor/Queen Omegaverse Regency AU

Author's Notes: So the Muse has been having fun writing at Brian and Roger's expense. XD Freddie's having a ball, as we can see. Enjoy!

Read the fic here.

Excerpt:

“And as for you lot!” cried Count Freddie. “One of you has seen and read all the wrong stuff, and the other one has seen and read nothing at all!”

“Stop exaggerating, Freddie,” growled Roger.

“That is quite an exaggeration,” agreed Brian, lips tight with affront. “If you must know—”

“If you must know, virgin Alphas have no business being anywhere near their Omegas’ necks when performing bonding bites,” Count Freddie cut in. “’Tis too risky! Everybody knows that!”

“That is completely ridiculous!” Roger exclaimed.

“Says you, until he gets overexcited and punctures a hole right through your carotid or jugular,” Count Freddie countered. “See if it’s erotic, exsanguinating in bed. It’s happened countless times even with seasoned couples, believe you me. But if Brian is looking to be without a partner in no time, do be my guest.”

That managed to stem the flood of arguments as Brian glanced uncertainly at a scowling Roger.

“I would stick to the nape if I were you, Brian, regardless of what the rubbish novels would say,” advised Count Freddie. “’Roger should have known better than to encourage you so. Position-wise, it’s so much more rewarding as well.”

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[faedevereux]

I'll be doing religious studies this year, cause my life and choices belong to my parents and I am just a tool for them to live out their dreams.

It's been less than a week and yesterday I heard someone say that whenever they see someone with weird coloured hair, they fantasize of burning them alive and turning LGBTQ into lgBBQ, and the group of grown ass men laughed at that...

I really hope I make it through this year.

[darlenicy]

let's talk about Musa's nightmare:

firstly: i love the asian vibes of her dream.

This also shows us again, what the whole fandom thinks and what was also revealed in s2. Musa's family was poor. Like really poor.

also kinda interesting how musa switches from the mother she lost long ago to the dude that barely ever looked at her and she had a crush on. however, her dream always felt very emotional to me. i think what bothers musa about both people is maybe that she feels left behind by both. if we analyse this even more it could also be that musa (for what ever reason) thought riven could become an important person to her (idk why it's riven after all but hey). like someone who could be an emotional support to her. but he got another girl and therefore his "betrayal" (we all know it was no betrayal they didn't even talk but that aside) became something that was hurtful and comparable in some instant to losing her mother. I think musa's biggest fear is to be left behind. maybe she even has the feeling she is not important enough. after all I think she does have complexes - towards darcy (which makes sense for obvious reasons, I could write a whole post about it), but also towards stella who is a princess and was always considered as important. that could be the reason too why she is not that compassionate about stella's situation with her parents. Simply because musa can't imagine that a princess like stella would be forgotten. so in musa's eyes stella is highly privileged so that her crying over her parents' divorce may look selfish and unreasonable to musa. ...after all Rainbow really built up a deep character here. congrats. 🥳

also sorry not sorry but her scream in the cinelume dub is just lame. it was extremer in the german dub and i bet any other dub.