#ch: gina gray

[marnigifshistory]

Anya Taylor-Joy Gif Pack

By clicking HERE or the source link, you will be directed to 301 gifs of Anya Taylor-Joy as Gina Gray in Season 6 of Peaky Blinders.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, prison setting

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[callsigndragon]

Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 28: Red ✍️

Word count: 729

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and fluffy Jake.

A/N: It's a small chapter but I will upload another one in a bit so stay calm everyone. And yes, we're changing the moodboard, you know what that means? d R A M A

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"That bitch did what?"

"Babe, breathe. You're heavily pregnant, and I don't want you to be stressed." Jake pleads, trying to make Red sit down. But it’s useless.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of time to breathe when I make that bitch comprehend that you don’t mess with a Mitchell.”

“Okay, but remember that you had authorization to kill my father. You can’t kill this girl.”

“There are destinies worse than death, cowboy.” Red grabs her phone from the coffee table and calls Jazz.

“What can I do for you, my favorite queen?” Jazz answers, raising her voice, so Red can hear her over the buzzing ambient of the district. She’s working a night shift today.

“Someone is threatening Hen.” Red informs her.

“Give me a sec.” Red can hear movement and a door closing, the background noise ceasing instantly. “Give me a name, I’ll find them.”

“Regina Attwater. She worked with me and Hen until her accident.”

Jazz types her name on the computer, instantly coming up with a criminal record. “She definitely has a past, and it's not a good one. But I can’t tell you more.”

Red frowns, looking at Jake. “Why?”

“It’s empty. Someone erased it. I can’t know why she has a criminal record.”

And then, it hit her. “Oh shit, Gina’s dad is in the department.”

“Wait… her father is Richard Attwater?” Jazz inquires, immediately opening an internet browser to search for existing photos of Richard and his family. “I found a picture of him with a young woman, I’ll send it to you, so you can tell me if it’s her.”

Red waits a few seconds and opens the notification that pops up on her phone. In the photo in front of her, an old man with gray hair, and dress uniform was hugging his daughter, a young, blond woman who looked defiant to the camera.

Yeah, that’s Gina.

“It’s her, Jazz. We’re fucked up, aren’t we?” Red mutters, feeling the tears in her eyes as she knows that, no matter how much they try to sue her for what she’s doing to Hen, her father will somehow drop those charges. She’s untouchable.

“Yes, we are. Unless you want to call the NCIS, I think we’re fucked.”

“NCIS will say that this isn’t enough to open a case against her.” Jake hugs her soon-to-be wife, caressing her belly and feeling how little Maeve reacts under his touch, kicking his hand. Jake wants to smile, even though he knows this isn’t the right moment to do it.

“Honey, we’ll take care of Hen. But now you need to take care of you. Please.” Jake insists, noticing the tiredness in Red’s eyes. She has enough stress with the baby, she doesn't need any of this. It was a bad idea to tell her.

"I'm ok-"

"If you finish that sentence I will put you to bed myself."

"This is getting too kinky for me. I'll call you tomorrow, love. Bye." Jazz says before hanging up.

"Jake!"

"Don't whine, it's late and you need to rest."

"But-" She starts, but Jake raises a warning eyebrow. "Jake, she's your sister."

"Yeah, I know. Believe me I want to protect her more than anyone. But I'm not risking Maeve."

Red gives up, making grabby hands so Jake can help her get up from the sofa. "Let's go to sleep. I'll talk with the other girls tomorrow and see what we can do."

"That's my girl." Jake smiles, kissing her forehead while helping her.

"Where's Liam?"

"Bubs fell asleep a while ago. At least we finished the story today."

"What story?" She questions while he leads her to their bedroom.

"Tangled. He really likes Flynn."

"Who doesn't. Have you seen the man?" Red sighs, remembering the movie.

"Hey, it's me. Your fiancé." Jake states, pointing a finger to his face.

Red sighs again, entering the room and sitting on the bed. "Yeah, but just because Flynn isn't real."

"You're mean."

"But you love me." She shrugs, with a teasing smile.

"More than you could ever imagine."

Jake turns off the light and gets in bed with Red, kissing her belly and whispering lovely words to his baby girl before cuddling with the love of his life and falling asleep.

Tomorrow, he'll call the family, and all of them will think about how to deal with Gina.

Together.

[foxychaosstarlight]

Beauty and the Beast. Chapter 2.

Vampire!Silco x Fem!Original character - NSFW! | MDN

Warnings: relationship development, age gap, attempted rape, virginity loss, peeping, gentle sex, blow job, hand job, bloodplay, bites kink, daddy kink, loud sex, unprotected sex, sex with a pregnant woman, alcohol, smoking, death of animals.

Chapter 1 here.

Ch. 2 sub-chapter 1, 2, 3

4.

Dozens of small eyes watched in amazement at the hitherto unseen spectacle – the master led a human through the stone corridors! Even gently holding by the shoulders. The tired girl didn’t notice the moving darkness under the ceiling, but the owner, catching a barely audible squeak under the arches, instantly raised his head and, menacingly flashing the crimson eye familiar to all the inhabitants of the castle, forced a couple of quarreling bats to silence.

Gina, who was barely moving her feet, noticed a bright spot among a gray stone - the green-gold door to Silco's malachite bathroom – and reached out to it.

- Shh, not here, your bathroom is a little further away. A little patience, okay? - heavy hands instantly covered Gina's palm, taking it away from the gilded handle. The man's hands rested on her shoulders again and confidently led her straight to the next door, which stood out already a white spot. Gina, barely conscious from fatigue, was pleased with Silco's touch. It was not at all like a lustful stroking of the knees by the stepmother's suitors, rough tugging on the hand from Rose herself, or the perversely greedy grip of Michael - the last (Gina hoped) lover of her stepmother, with whom she "had the pleasure" to get acquainted. No, Silco's touches were soft but confident, he squeezed her shoulders as if he was afraid to overdo it and cause pain, but at the same time Gina felt an imperious pressure that didn’t allow the girl to deviate from the route he had planned for a single step and forced her to unconsciously adjust to his pace of movement. It even seemed to her that the man was lightly stroking the base of her neck with his thumbs from behind, very lightly, but Gina felt this movement with the nerve endings of the places where his fingers lay. And it was... not repulsive.

The girl, who had almost closed her eyes, adjusted to their general walking rhythm and focused on Silco's affectionate hands, so that she missed the moment when they came to the right door and the owner unlocked it.

- Here we are. Enjoy, dear Gina. You will find me in the living room, this is the next room on the right, I will take you to your bedroom. I'm afraid you may get lost here yourself. - the quiet, low voice relaxed and put her to sleep even more.Gina nodded and went into the bathroom, immediately hearing the sound of retreating footsteps.

The girl found herself in a small bright bathroom. She turned on the warm water and with pleasure quickly got rid of stale clothes, throwing them on the floor. Glancing briefly into the mirror, which was located like a strip from floor to ceiling, she was amazed that Silco didn’t kick her out at all, mistaking her for a tramp. By Gina's standards, she looked so-so: once carefully combed and sparkling red hair was slightly damp and tangled, fir needles stuck in it in some places, the green of the eyes glistened with inflammation, framed by reddened eyelids, a neat upturned nose slightly reddened and swollen. The girl snorted with displeasure and plunged into the caressing warm water.

Silco, having moved away to a fairly large distance from the girl hiding in the bathroom, suddenly stopped, looked up at a flock of bats watching in surprise at the unusual behavior of the master – and turned back. They won't judge him. Who's going to judge him here at all? Silently opening the malachite door to his bathroom, the man quickly swerved into a narrow dark corridor hidden in the wall so skillfully that an inexperienced eye wouldn’t even notice it – and found himself at a patterned lattice located at face level. He made it in time. The girl's thin hands pulled off a green blouse, followed by a light lace bra, leaving her narrow back completely defenseless. The wide belt slid to the floor like a quick snake, followed by jeans. The man tried to even out his strained breathing when a small girlish figure, covered only with scattered fiery hair, bent down, pulling off thin white panties. Turquoise eyes widened arousally when the naked Gina turned to the mirror, looking at herself with displeasure and touching the canvas of her copper hair with her hands. Thin milky-white fingers tangled in the fire of her hair – the girl tried to comb through them and pulled out the stuck fir needles. Silco saw her furrowed brows – what don't you like, baby? You're beautiful, perfect. The man restrained a groan when Gina pushed the heavy red cloth of hair back, presenting him with a high small breast with little pink nipples. Even the coat was no longer able to hide his large bulge on his trousers. It seemed that a little more and his strongly erect cock would just tear them apart. Silco remembered the softness of a girl's skin – her skin – and he felt even worse. Now it wasn't an abstract fantasy: the object of his desire was standing completely naked right there, separated from him by only a thin wall.

So beautiful, so tender, so unattainable…

The scent of a woman tickled his nostrils, which did nothing to reduce arousal. Wait a minute, women? Silco closed his eyes and inhaled as hard as he could. Now he lived in this fragrance, soaked in it, studied it.

The vampire opened his eyes.

He couldn't smell the strange man from her at all.

At all.

Silco breathed in again – no, it wasn't his imagination. The smell is not of a woman. A virgin.

This snow-white lily was absolutely virgin. The hand, already impatiently reaching to unbutton the silver buttons of the bearer and get the aching cock, froze, never reaching the goal. She's such an innocent little angel. No, he wouldn't do it now, in front of her.

The naked girl meanwhile entered the bath and lay down on her back in the warm water. Silco could see how her hair, darkened by moisture, spread out around her in a dark red mane, not hiding the mounds of her breasts. The man clenched his teeth again, stilling heavy breathing. No, he won't satisfy himself now, when only a thin partition separates them. And if she understands? If she hear? He can't lose her, he shouldn't behave like an animal. The swollen cock twitched, disagreeing, when Gina, sighing, touched her breast, washing it.

How he would like to touch her now in the same way, making the virgo arch and moan with gentle touches, asking for more. Virgins are so sensitive... Oh, he would like to be the first to try her. He would have given her such feelings as she had never known before…

Silco almost groaned when the young flexible body turned over on stomach, exposing moistly shiny rounded buttocks. Wet fiery hair twisted the girl into a shining copper cocoon and now he couldn’t see her lovely face, only the elastically swaying light peach ass towered above the water. His cock was so hard that it already hurt, it literally begged to touch it and relieve tension, cursing the mental barrier of his owner that had come from nowhere. He can't jerk off to a girl, what nonsense…

The girl turned over again, arching. Now Silco could see her calm face, illuminated by a slight smile, closed eyes, fluttering long eyelashes…His wild animal nature whispered to him to rush into the room, grab her wet soft body in an armful, digging his fingers into it so that bruises would remain, and roughly take the girl right on the floor, finally plunging sharp fangs into her neck, shuddering from his thrusts.

But Silco simply had no right to do that. 

Firstly, she is under his roof and she is his guest. Secondly, no one will touch his delicate flower now, no one will hurt her in any way, even he himself – if the virgo doesn’t want it first. His angel…

Silco could no longer torment himself and, closing his greedily burning eyes, left the room to a gentle sighs of the girl enjoying a bath.

[b99outofcontext]

[ after Person B's twitter get's deactivated for tweeting in binary ]

Person A: Twitter thinks you're a bot.

Person B: Why? I am a human. I am a human male.`

[mistysnat]

First Times, ch. 1- nicky/lorna

First times in Nicky's life, first times in Lorna's life, and first times in their life together.

Also on ao3!

Nicky first realized her mother probably didn’t love her when she was six, and her mom didn’t show up to her school play. Not because she was working, not because she forgot, not because she was stuck in traffic, but because she would rather get her toenails painted than watch Nicky crawl around on a wooden stage pretending to be a lion for two hours.

(The reason Nicky was cast as the lion instead of the panther like she had wanted to be, and why Michelle and Debra laughed at her when the teacher said she had a “perfect mane” and patted her on the head was lost on her at the time, but she realized once she grew up and thought back on it—her hair. Her hair which had always marked her as weird and difficult, and as different from her mother as she could be.)

When her nanny dropped her at home after the play, all her mother said was that she hoped Nicky hadn’t gotten stains on the knees of her white tights, and then she popped the cork on her champagne bottle and glided up the stairs to take a bath in her suite, which consisted of the entire top level of their giant apartment, leaving Nicky standing alone in the cold and sterile kitchen.

The first time Nicky had a crush on a girl she was ten and didn’t realize what it was, but her stomach swooped and her heart clenched whenever she was around Gina Ricci, and she wanted to pull on her short dark curls and tackle her on the recess field and help her with her spelling, and she loved her soft sweaters and hearing her read aloud to the class. Her nanny found a letter Nicky had written to Gina, and sat Nicky down and told her to hide the letter. Nicky didn’t understand, but did it because she loved her nanny, and when a week later she overheard Gina telling Kristine that she was “dirty and loud” after she’d been wrestling with Sam in a pile of leaves during lunch, she ran home and cried into her nanny’s chest.

Nicky first kissed a girl when she was fifteen. They were English partners, and Nicky had invited the girl to her house to study. They were sitting on the white leather couch in the first living room, their open notebooks and textbooks sprawled all over the wooden coffee table, and Nicky looked over at the front door, where her muddy, black Doc Martens lay kicked over in a heap, right next to Janet’s clean, white-and-pink-striped sneakers and she was struck by the perfection of that image, the symmetry, and she slowly leaned over her gray hoodie that lay curled up between them on the couch, and pressed her lips against the other girl’s. She could feel Janet’s startled intake of breath, and after waiting a moment with her lips softly held against the brunette’s, Nicky was about to pull away when she felt the other girl start to kiss her back. They kissed, soft and slow, for several minutes and Nicky felt like her heart would break out of her chest and take flight around her mother’s impersonal living space (for it really was all her mother’s, not her own), smearing the blood that flowed from dripping, ripped valves on the shiny white walls and messing up their appearance, finally—when she heard a sharp “mm hmm” break through the sound of their kissing. She recognized the sound of her mother’s angry throat clearing immediately and she pulled away and looked up to see her mother standing on the staircase landing, frowning intensely and arms crossed in disapproval.

After her mother had icily told Nicky that it was time for her friend to go home, and Janet had scurried out the front door in fear, her mother sat down stiffly on the edge of the couch and told Nicky they needed to have a “conversation”.

“You know I won’t tell you what to do—I’ve never been that kind of mother.” She said it like she was looking for praise, like she wanted some kind of thanks for being a cool mom and leaving Nicky alone, virtually unbothered, since Nicky was a baby, but Nicky just scoffed and looked away because she knew, boy did she know. Knew that her mom wouldn’t tell her what to do if Nicky had scrapped her elbow and didn’t know how to clean it, wouldn’t tell her what to do if Nicky was trying to make a cake for her class’s potluck and didn’t know how, wouldn’t tell her what to do if Nicky was up all night, sick and throwing up and didn’t know how to take care of herself.

“But you have to consider what people will think. Whatever actions you take now will affect the rest of your life. What people think of you matters. The world is run by it’s society, remember that.”

That was the first and last time Nicky and Marka discussed Nicky’s sexuality, or Nicky’s life at all, really. But at fifteen, after a conversation she could barely remember years later, one which was so similar to other conversations they’d had that they all blended and ran together in her mind, Nicky subconciously decided that Marka was right. The world was run by society, by people like her mother. A world which Nicky had never fit into, a world which had always made her feel worthless and inferior. She decided she would consider what they would think. And she would do whatever they would hate the most. She would just do what came most natural to her, and run with it as far as she could, and have fucking fun as she did.

The first time she smoked—both cigarettes and pot—she was also fifteen. She smoked them behind the bleachers of her high school, with the burnouts who quickly became her group of friends. She rapidly tried speed, coke, ecstasy—lots of thrilling first experiences were racked up and kicked off her bucket list as she experimented and hunted for ways to have the most fun, and lose herself the quickest.

Nicky fucked a girl for the first time when she was sixteen. Earlier than some people, but later than most people had assumed she had. They were drunk, and high, and fooling around on the terrace of Nicky’s room. It wasn’t the perfect first time that she had envisioned when she was thirteen, but Nicky had kind of given up on perfect anything by now. It was good at least, if kind of awkward and impersonal, and the girl let Nicky take control. They fucked hard and long—Nicky wanted to try everything once—and only fell asleep when the sun was rising. When Nicky woke up the girl was gone. Nicky didn’t remember her name.

Over the next few years Nicky fucked lots of girls. Half the time she didn’t remember what had happened the night before. She never had feelings for any of them. Gone where the days of Gina’s and Janet’s, of getting her feelings involved. Now she only wanted one thing: to taste oblivion. If she had a bag of drugs and a body to satisfy her lust then she was fine. If not, then she would get it. It was that simple.

She tried heroin for the first time right before her eighteenth birthday. She quickly realized that smack was what had been missing from her life all along. It was what could make her feel good, worthy, happy. Heroin would whisper to her that she wasn’t a piece of shit, that there was a point to her life. It would tell her that she didn’t need anyone’s love. When before she would sit huddled in a corner of her room, wondering what was wrong with her, why her mother didn’t love her, why she had no real friends, no girlfriend, now, now she knew that she was just meant for different things then they were. As she flunked out of school, it would tell her so what if her life was falling apart, technically? This is how rock stars, artists, people in touch with true living spent their days. She was above it all. As she gazed at the world through hollow, dead eyes and saw nothing but disgust and anger from other people in return, heroin told her not to care, not to accept their judgment of her. They didn’t know her. No one did.

She spent her eighteenth birthday hovering somewhere between her bed and her bedroom ceiling, or maybe that’s just how it felt because she was high as a kite. She watched light dance between her fingers. She closed her eyes and laughed softly. She could see her future stretched out before her. This was it.

Right after Nicky’s eighteenth birthday Marka bought her her own flat and hired a team to move her out, happy to be rid of her. She didn’t care that Nicky hadn’t graduated (of course), just told Nicky that she was sure she knew what she was doing, and left. The next years of Nicky’s life were all the same: vague, joyless and blurry. Get high, come down, get high, come down. Fuck some bitch. Whatever. Nothing really mattered anyway, right? She was getting older, and sicker she could tell, but she didn’t care.

The first time she overdosed and the first time she had to have a surgery were milestones, but they didn’t snap her out of her haze. She wouldn’t accept that she had run with it as far as she could, wouldn’t accept that she was about to run into a wall and crash even if it was obvious.

The first time she got arrested didn’t work either. But the second time, well. That would prove to be the one that changed everything.

[aylahurst]

A few days ago, I texted a description of Matt Brown in Spanish, some people asked me if I can traslate it to English. 

First of all I haven’t got an exellent English, so I’ll try to express my ideas the best I can.

Secondly, what I writed the other day, was an analysis about the role of Matt Brown in a fan fic I’m writing, so it isn’t 100% real every word what you read, is only an insipration.

My fan fic about Alaskan Bush People is very long (17 chapters) and is in Spanish, if you like I’ve got translated in English 5 chapters. Anyway there is the link if you want read it:  http://aylahurst.blogspot.com.es/p/alaskan-bush-people.html

So, I’m going to proceed with the analysis of Matt Brown in my fan fic Wet Land:

I REPEAT IS JUST AN INSPIRATION FOR A FANFIC, IT ISN’T REAL

ANALYSIS OF MATT BROWN CHARACTER ON WET LAND

Matthew "Matt" Jeremiah Brown was born on September 7, 1982 in Texas. He is the first-born of the marriage formed by Billy and Ami Brown, has four brothers and two sisters. Physically, and thanks to the descriptions of Ayla we know that Matt is not very tall: his hair is curly and gray, like his beard and  the line that crosses his navel. He has strong arms, wide backs and strangely small hands, with blacksmith fingers caressing like silk spinners. What most catches his attention are his eyes: concave and light blue, which shine when he speaks of what he is passionate about. We also know that his lips are always cut and his teeth are yellowish and somewhat worn. Something that Ayla also highlights is his characteristic laughter and his craze of caressing his hair when he's nervous. Another thing to keep in mind is that the hard life in the woods gives Matt an unusual physical strength, something we know when Ayla complains about scratches on her thighs, tears in her clothes or when he presses his thumbs against her forearms Not to mention its characteristic smell of wet ground, musky sweat and yellow cedar. Among his hobbies is hunting, fishing, carpentry, knife-throwing, bow and juggling. In general, Matt is an attractive person, as Ayla expresses on several occasions, or Bear when in [Alfie ch. XIII] says that "Matt can sit on a bench, wait ten minutes and have three lovely girls sitting next to him." Throughout the novel, several names of girl are mentioned: Gina, Helen, although the most important for him has been without a doubt Allison. As for his character and his personality, we have two completely different facets: the first is the affectionate and joking Matt, smiling and optimistic he shows when he is in front of his brothers. And the other face: insecure and tormented by his past which only Ayla has been able to discover. On the cheeky side: Matt is an extrovert and sympathetic young man, given to the displays of affection in public, without fear to shout "I love you" to the four winds. On the other hand, during the first chapters, Ami reveals to the foreigner, that Matt suffers problems with the alcohol and that helps to surpass thanks to Ayla, of there is probable that irrational fear to lose her, that goes away from his side and return to being alone and lost. For Matt, she represents "the security and stability I was transmitting to you each morning: when you stood beside me and every night when you went to bed next to me" (Ayla, the ridiculous blue dress), terror taking into account the antecedents of Ayla, causes that Matt wants to hold so much against him that even arrives to hurt her, as well see in "The Pack" and in "50 shades of Matt". 

If we get more into the relationship with Ayla, from the minute one both have been attracted to each other: at first getting carried away by passion and later by a loving relationship, (as forget the romantic dance of ch. IX) tender and stable that even leads them to talk about forming a family. Without a doubt, for both, sex is one of the pillars of their relationship, almost becoming an obsession that leads them to look for the strangest places in the forest to be together. This brutal physical attraction brings them  a confusion about is their adventure is purely physical or has something deeper. Before meeting Ayla, Matt was in love with Allison, a journalist who chose Bam above him and that leads him to abuse alcohol to overcome it. The appearance of an ex-boyfriend of Ayla, takes Matt to think in Allison again, arriving at the conclusion of not being in love with Ayla, but seeing in her a friend, a surrogate to surpass it. In fact, we still don’t know why Matt came to that conclusion and decided to take Ayla away from his life, because as Bam concludes in "Anne-Lisset" (Chapter XIV), Matt loves Ayla, but fear of lose it and what that would entail for him pushes her away.

Another issue to highlight is Matt's relationship with his siblings: he seems to have a special complicity with Gabe above the rest of the boys, and seems quite protective of his sisters. Noah thinks he's an jelly-head, and from the circumstances it seems that the relationship with Bear is rather cold. With his parents: Ami adores him madly while Matt feels deep admiration for his father. Thanks to "The Pack" (Chapter VI), we know more deeply about Matt's relationship with Bam: at first glance, he doesn’t seem to hold a grudge against Allison, despite having broken "Brown's unwritten rule" However, it seems another of Matt's fears is that Bam takes his place in "the pack", leaving him as an old crippled wolf, taking over the leadership and taking Ayla away from him.

In Ayla's novel, Matt inspires the character of Deer's Heart, called to be the future leader of his clan. Expert hunter and with a rebellious youth behind his back, he is confronted by his brother to prove who is the most qualified to be the successor of his father. The mark of his family, are three fingers of blood on the left cheek.

To finish, I attach the links of the chapters where I think we can know Matt better:

Chapter I: “Matt”. The first impression and the first contact between Ayla and Matt:http://aylahurst.blogspot.com.es/2016/11/matt.html

Chapter VI: “The Pack”: Narrated from Matt's point of view, we know better his opinion about his relationship with Ayla and his rivalry with Bam http://aylahurst.blogspot.com.es/2016/12/la-manada.html

Chapter X: “50 shadows of Matt”: His thoughts and his darker side. http://aylahurst.blogspot.com.es/2017/02/50-sombras-de-mat.html

[themurphyzone]

A Day with Uncle Vinnie: Ch 2

Part 1

Ch 2-The Dryads of Minty Woods

On the way to Minty Woods, Vinnie showed off his cloud sculpting skills, carving Balthazar’s face out of a thick, gray nimbus cloud. He may have exaggerated the mustache a tiny bit, but otherwise it was a near perfect replica. Milo seemed to like it too. 

As they drew closer, Milo stuck his nose out and sniffed the air. He glanced around in confusion, nearly slipping out of Vinnie’s arms as he attempted to find the source of the scent. “Minty Woods is a great place to clear your head,” Vinnie explained as he descended. “And where your Aunt Savannah gets all her perfume from. There was this one time a few decades ago where I had this bright idea of collecting essences from the plant life here and created my own bottle of perfume to give to her, but it didn’t work out. Long story short, I mixed the scent of ripe doonkleberries with the scent of Silly Lilies, and turns out when combined they create a giant berry bush that never stops laughing. I had to reorganize the entire Grand Library by author as punishment for that stunt. Not fun, Milo.”

He set Milo next to a blueberry bush. Milo reached out and tried to pluck a berry, but flinched when a sharp twig cut his finger. Whimpering, Milo held it up to Vinnie’s mouth. Vinnie kissed it better, giving adding a loud smack for god measure. Satisfied, Milo sat down on the root of a large tree and played with the fallen leaves strewn about the base. 

Vinnie sung an improvised tune as he summoned a basket and began picking the blueberries. “Oh, we’re picking the blueberries. Picking the blueberries. And when we get through we’re gonna eat ‘em all too, cause blueberries are delicious. You know, I should make that a full song. What do you think, Milo? Milo?” 

No answer.

He quickly encased the half-full basket in a bubble for protection, then slid it under the bush so he could easily reclaim it later. “Milo?” he called. “If you’re playing hide and seek, be sure to tell me first next time! Well, technically you can’t talk yet but I can still read context clues like a...a context clue reader person thingy!” He frantically checked underneath a boulder, then circled the thick truck of the tree where Milo had been sitting. 

Balthazar was going to kill him! Maybe not literally kill him, but one of his patented five hour lectures was close enough! Why hadn’t the ever merciful Queen outlawed those yet? 

The initial panic subsiding, Vinnie calmed down enough and inhaled, taking in the tangy scent of the nearby mint plants. He heard several faint giggles above him, but it certainly didn’t sound like any laughter a baby could make.

After several minutes of straining to listen, a loud squeal pierced the air. “OH MY STARS AREN’T YOU JUST THE CUTEST LITTLE THING EVER!” 

Dryads. They always had a habit of temporarily stealing Anacardian babies to gush over how adorable they were. The babies were eventually returned to the parents, often with a laurel crown as a parting gift. It was a much preferable alternative to babies straying into the Black Forest, or worse, into Gethen territory. 

Vinnie slowly levitated towards the canopy, ducking to avoid the branches. He followed the giggling, taking care to stay hidden among the foliage. He finally spotted Milo. 

A trio of dryads surrounded him, taking turns pinching his cheeks and combing their long, flowing hair. Vinnie blushed. Dryads had never been known for their modesty. Luckily, the ones who had taken Milo had certain areas covered. 

“Roseberry, give him to me,” said the one with curly black hair. She set a mirror aside, holding out her hands expectantly. 

Roseberry pouted. “But you already held him, Mapledew. It’s still my turn.” Milo batted at the flaming red braid, transfixed as it swung back and forth. 

“I haven’t gotten a chance to hold him at all,” the third complained. She hung upside down on the branch, her wavy blonde hair dangling.

“You were the one who took him in the first place!” Mapledew exclaimed. “Don’t be greedy, Honeyvine!” 

As they squabbled, Vinnie wondered if he should ask for Milo back politely, or just put them all in bubbles and run away. Both were equally viable options. The dryads would be no match for a Guardian after all. Vinnie sighed, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to ask if he could take Milo back. Maybe if he explained that Milo was hungry....

He slid out of his hiding place carefully. “Hey, girls,” he said awkwardly. “I was wondering if I could have Milo back now.” 

“We’ll give him back when we-” Mapledew huffed as Roseberry elbowed her sharply. “Ow, what?” 

“Do you realize that this is one of the Guardians?” Roseberry hissed. “This is the first time I’ve ever been in the presence of one so powerful-” her sea green eyes looked Vinnie over, “-and handsome.” Suddenly not caring about her possessions, she threw her comb and mirror to the ground while hugging Milo with her other hand. She smiled and patted the open space next to her. 

“You’re going to have seven years of bad luck,” Honeyvine warned. 

“Reading those dusty tomes about Mortal superstitions again, are we?” Roseberry asked. 

“They aren’t dusty!” Honeyvine scowled. “Just because I’m bound to a tree doesn’t mean I have to be illiterate!” 

Vinnie took the offered space, and Roseberry moved closer to him so that their shoulders touched. “Vah!” Milo pointed to him. 

“Still not talking yet?” Mapledew asked. 

Vinnie shook his head. “Just monosyllables right now. He’ll get there.” 

“You’re much more fun than the other one,” Roseberry murmured, caressing his cheek. Vinnie moved Milo to his lap so he didn’t fall. 

Startled, Vinnie gently took her hand off his face. “What other one?” 

“The one with the pronounced jaw,” Roseberry replied. “The caretaker of that little girl whose feet never touched the ground.” 

“Savannah told us what happened to her,” Mapledew added. “She flew above the woods with hardly a care. At one point she managed to sneak away from Orton and came here at night, alone. I was on my way to Stardrizzle’s pool party when I saw her playing in the trees. She was so cute that I just had to bring her with me to show her off as a surprise. The battles over who got to do her hair, you wouldn’t imagine....” 

“Don’t remind me! It took me weeks to wash that smelly sap out of my hair!” Roseberry moaned. “And I still haven’t received an apology from Hollypatch yet!”

“Honeyvine, do you wanna hold Milo?” Vinnie asked. “Just for a bit. Milo and I still need to eat. I have a basket of blueberries on the ground I was planning to use for lunch.” 

Honeyvine gladly cuddled Milo against her chest while Vinnie retrieved the basket. “He’s still growing,” she said. “Blueberries aren’t going to fill his tummy.”

“Good point. I didn’t really pack anything for lunch,” Vinnie said, popping the bubble that enveloped the basket. He took a position between Roseberry and Honeyvine. “I wasn’t expecting to run into dryads either. Not that this is unpleasant. Far from it actually.” 

Roseberry nodded. “We weren’t expecting such a youthful, handsome Guardian. But lo and behold, you picked our part of the woods to wander by. Not to worry, we wouldn’t want you two to starve. ”

“We have a vegetable garden that’s just begging to be used,” Mapledew said. “Of course, we derive all nourishment from our trees so we have no practical use for it. We’d be happy to pick a few things for you.” 

“So what’s the point of keeping a vegetable garden if you never eat anything from it?” Vinnie asked. 

Roseberry let out a high-pitched giggle. “We just like the aesthetics. Besides, Honeyvine had been begging for it ever since she got hold of Anacardian botany guides.”

“Let’’s go,” Mapledew tugged on Roseberry’s hand. “The little one needs to eat.”

“Not to mention his incredibly handsome caretaker,” Roseberry blew a kiss before swiftly hopping from branch to branch to the ground. 

“So,” Vinnie said awkwardly. “How do you get the books if you can’t leave Minty Woods?” 

Honeyvine looked away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Look, books may not be my thing, but it doesn’t look like Roseberry and Mapledew share your interests,” Vinnie replied. 

“None of the dryads do,” a tiny, wistful smile formed on her face as she popped a blueberry into Milo’s mouth. “There’s an Anacardian teen who brings me these books. It’s strange. Being stuck in one place, I would think she wouldn’t be interested at all because I have nothing to tell her. It’s always ‘Tell me how Glensong put her hair up in that funny-looking bun’ or ‘I can’t believe Raindaisy isn’t interested in Fireaspen, the nerve of her’. It gets tiring after a while. And they don’t make for interesting stories the way all the past Guardians do.”

Vinnie placed a comforting hand on her back. “Have you considered writing your own stories? That would be cool. You could become the first ever dryad author.” 

“What would I write about?” Honeyvine shook her head. Several pink blossoms fell, Milo sticking one in his mouth. Vinnie pulled it out before he could chew off any petals. “Gina has the most amazing tales that happen within her school, and I have none.”

“Make one up?” Vinnie suggested.

“It’s possible,” Honeyvine murmured, deep in thought. She loosened her hold on Milo, and Vinnie caught him before he fell, settling him in his lap. 

They sat in silence for a while, until Roseberry and Mapledew came back with a basket full of vegetables. “You like tomatoes, right?” Mapledew plucked a plump, juicy tomato out of the basket and pinched it slightly. A tiny stream of juice squirted into Milo’s mouth, and he reached out for more. 

Roseberry wove two bowls out of the branches while Honeyvine carefully gathered moisture from the leaves to rinse the vegetables. Mapledew used a sharpened twig to cut a tomato, popping a slice into Milo’s mouth with a light, airy laugh. 

Vinnie’s stomach growled. Roseberry pouted, waggling her finger at him. He grinned sheepishly. 

Finally, the salads were finished. Mapledew placed Milo in her lap, cooing softly to him as Honeyvine slowly fed him several pieces of lettuce. Gratefully taking his bowl from Roseberry, he settled against the trunk and ate his lunch. 

“Where are you taking Milo next?” Roseberry asked. 

“I’ve been thinking Jade Cavern,” Vinnie replied. “He’d love the jewels there. And after that we’re heading back to Verity Palace so I can clean him up. We’re meeting the others at the Lucky Clover tonight for dinner.”

“The others? Including the total bore?” Roseberry asked. 

Vinnie raised an eyebrow. “Depends. Are you talking about Orton or Balthazar?” 

She laid on her stomach in front of Vinnie, one arm dangling lazily in the air. “Is Balthazar the mustached one?” He nodded. “He’s never been that much fun to prank. That one time I threw a mango at his head, he turned bright red and started demanding that we dryads start covering ourselves. Honestly.” 

Vinnie laughed. “Man, I wish I could’ve seen that!” 

“Milo certainly has a huge appetite!” Mapledew brought him over. She placed a laurel wreath on his head, carefully fitting it between his ears. “He’s all yours now.” 

Vinnie set his empty bowl aside, stepping off the branch. “Thanks for everything, girls!” he said. “Say goodbye, Milo!” Milo babbled in his arms. 

“Have fun in Jade Cavern!” Roseberry exclaimed. “Come back and visit me again!” 

Honeyvine bowed. “Thank you for the advice, Lord Vinnie.” 

Mapledew smiled. “Take care of Milo. He’s one of a kind.” 

“You’ll like Jade Cavern a lot!” Vinnie explained. “Jade Cavern is full of jade. I guess it’s obvious from the name, and Balthazar could probably tell you more about its history. But I’ll let him bore you with all that. We’re here to have fun!” 

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Beauty and the Beast. Chapter 2.

Vampire!Silco x Fem!Original character - NSFW! | MDN

Warnings: relationship development, age gap, attempted rape, virginity loss, peeping, gentle sex, blow job, hand job, bloodplay, bites kink, daddy kink, loud sex, unprotected sex, sex with a pregnant woman, alcohol, smoking, death of animals.

Chapter 1 here.

Ch. 2 sub-chapter 1 here.

I want to thank @lemmielem for wonderful art, which I was inspired by when writing the scene with the appearance of Silco. That's how I see him here.

2.

Along with a darkness that covered the world came fear. Gina, still clutching the petals of the dead rose in her hand, looked back at the forest. Now she definitely wouldn't have returned there for anything, it was creepy even to think of spending the night on the cooled ground under the dark crowns of trees that suddenly began to sway. It were rushing from side to side so hard, as if their prickly paws were being whipped by a hurricane – but there was no wind…

The girl, as if remembering something, raised her head and looked at the sharp spires of the castle now directly in front of her. Now, in the gathering darkness, she could no longer see a human above. Was he there? Gina didn't know it anymore, but it didn't matter. Whether the castle is inhabited or not, she will enter it. Right now. She would climb the wide stone steps, hoping that she would have the strength to open the heavy oak door with wrought-iron patterns and massive strong hinges. And she would stop for the night in this enchantingly creepy castle, no matter what it cost her.

Gina sighed and took a step towards the stairs. One, two, three, four, five…So much ... The girl, thinking and almost mechanically rearranging her legs, almost collided with the huge door with her nose. She gently pulled the handle. Surprisingly, the oak bulk easily allowed it. Gina seeped into the gap that had formed.

So she's inside. The first thing the girl noticed was the dimmed light. Candles burned in the candelabra on the walls and on a small table at the foot of the stairs as if nothing had happened. There wasn't enough light to illuminate the whole castle brightly, but there was one, which means that the castle has an owner, and she wasn't mistaken about the person on the balcony. Gina didn't know if she was feeling relieved or nervous right now, and she started looking around to occupy her thoughts. If not for the lit candles, one would think that no one had lived here for a long time: a spreading spider web had accumulated in the corners, it also covered the velvet curtains. The girl ran her finger along the tabletop, leaving a clear streak among the ancient gray dust. However, she could not help but notice that the furniture and curtains were well preserved, it were practically untouched by time.

Gina was about to pass on, when suddenly a coal wings that swept an inch from her face brought a large raven, which landed on the stair railing and began to emit a deafeningly loud cawing. The sounds creakingly cut a silence of the castle and the girl became extremely uncomfortable. Isn't that the raven that led her out of the forest? And brought she here… And now, without stopping, it screams as if calling someone. The girl backed away.

- SINGED!

An imperious male shout made the raging bird instantly silent. The echo stopped before Gina, who was dumbfounded, saw a tall, dark-haired man coming down the spiral staircase. The raven flew up to his shoulder as usual, tightly clutching the dark fabric of his coat with sharp claws. The man stopped on the stairs, coming out into the light, and looking down at the girl.

- Don't scare our guest, Singed. Where are your manners? – the owner said in a low vibrating tone.

Slowly descending the stairs, he looked at Gina affably. Finally, the girl could fully see him: the brunette was obviously at least 30 years old, he was tall – almost a head and a half taller than her, as far as she could estimate from the distance separating them; thin, but well-built, rather graceful than bony. Aristocratically refined facial features and his figure were emphasized by an old-fashioned gentleman's suit. No one wore them now, except at costume parties, but there was clearly not such party here. The man was definitely attractive, there was a sense of confidence felt even from afar from him, it was evident in his unhurried, as if deliberately slow movements, expressive gaze and low husky voice.

- I’m Silco, the owner of this cold pile of stones. And you...? – the man smoothly approached a permissible distance, stopping and gazing intently but gently at Gina.

- I'm Gina. I got lost... went into the woods and lost my way to the city. – the girl was amazed at how thin and pathetic her voice sounded. It was as if she hadn't introduced herself, but was begging for alms. The girl cleared her throat and straightened up.

Realizing that she was still clutching the maroon petals in her fist, so much so that red juice came out of their long-lost elasticity of flesh, Gina opened her palm in front of Silco, almost guiltily showing him a dead flower.

- I obviously shouldn't have picked a flower in your garden. I'm sorry, take it.

Silco raised an eyebrow in surprise. The petals on the miniature palm oozed fragrant juice as if its were plucked full of strength, and its didn’t fall, dying, right into the hands of the girl. "What a respectful little girl..."

- I wouldn't think to be mad at you for that. In the end, the flower died happy, being in such beautiful hands. – tearing his gaze away from the beating vein under the transparent light skin of his wrist, Silco said. He slowly reached out his hand, fearing to frighten the girl, touched her hot fingers and softly squeezed her fist, enclosing the crumpled petals back. What a blessedly warm skin…The vampire barely found the will to remove his hand without finally stroking the delicate fragile wrist.

The girl silently looked at his dark long fingers reaching for her own, so trustfully opened now. When the man gently touched her skin, covering her fist with his cool palm, Gina noticed how much his hand was bigger than hers. The brunette also gently removed his hand and Gina raised her eyes, meeting his turquoise ones.

- I'm so impolite, please forgive me. You must be hungry? – the man asked sympathetically.

- I, no!...Yes. - Gina agreed after a moment's thought. There was no point in arguing – since early in the morning she hadn’t had a crumb in her mouth, except for one sour apple. Gina lost a plate of much-desired pasta. A thought of her stepmother made the girl frown. Being a burden to another person…

- I don't want to embarrass you! I don't have to eat, I just ask you to give me a bed for the night, and tomorrow I'll leave right away!

Silco, glancing at the girl's pleadingly raised eyebrows, smirked. - You are my guest. I won't accept any objections. Everything in my domain is yours. And we'll start with dinner. - a note of authority appeared in the velvety voice, and Gina was already following the man into the dining room.

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Anya Taylor-Joy Gif Pack

Under the cut, you will find 183 gif of Anya Taylor-Joy in the role of Gina Gray in episodes 1 and 2 of Peaky Blinders, season 6.  Feel free to use for roleplaying purposes, just please don’t claim them as your own.

Warnings: drinking, prison settings, smoking

Episode One (133):

Episode 2 (50):

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Anya Taylor-Joy as Gina Gray in Peaky Blinders Season 6, Episode 3