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Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) 17- Goddess

Pairing: Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

Word Count: 5586

Warnings: Slight mature content, nothing major

AN: Ya’ll have no idea how much I love this GIF of Ivar. His eye roll is literally what I imagine him doing all the time.

16- Free

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Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Steady your stance.

Pull the string.

Release the arrow.

It was a lot harder than Artemis anticipated.

She missed her target, a small, dark rabbit that fled the moment the arrow pierced into the damp earth beside it.

She sucks her teeth.

"Mm, that was better, but you still lack the patience." Ivar says to her with a chuckle. To him it was second nature, but watching Artemis with a bow was like watching a babe attempting to walk.

He sat as comfortably as he could on a chair brought by one of his many other thralls, and he watched as Artemis lowered her bow in defeat. It amused him to see her strive for perfection. It reminded him of himself when he was a child and still learning the ways of archery.

At his heels were his obedient elkhounds brought with him from Norway, eager to run wild and hunt even in the early summer heat. They were the same ones Ivar threatened her with, but that was neither here nor there.

He held one of them tightly in place with a leather strap, the other 3 pulling hard against a male thralls grip. They were beautiful things, large, with cream and black fur and large dark eyes. The hounds were adorable at first glance, but they were fierce, destroying anything in their path with ease if Ivar commanded them to.

Ivar snapped his fingers, and the wolf like dogs immediately ceased their whinning, staring up at their master with expecting eyes.

"Go." He commands, both he and the thrall letting go of the leather, the hounds instantly fled into the trees. All 4 returned with a dead rabbit in its mouth in a matter of minutes, surrounding their masters feet.

"Your hounds are show offs." Artemis pouts while Ivar grins, giving his beasts meat treats as the thrall collects the rabbits.

"Who else is to provide our dinner if you can't manage to shoot anything?" He says with a tired chuckle. His features betrayed him, revealing his discomfort from the usual pain that inflicted him daily, but it passed just as quickly as it came. He extended his arm out, palm open as an invitation for Artemis to hand over the bow.

Once securely in his hand, Ivar places his crutch to the side. He looks about slowly, listening to the sounds of the forest with his blue eyes closed and his lashes dusting over his cheekbones. Moments like these were the ones that Artemis admired the most, quickly scanning her eyes over him.

Ivar was no master of blades, but he was extremely skilled with a bow, and he almost never missed his target, Artemis had witnessed it many times when he use to train with his brothers.

Suddenly his piercing eyes fluttered open, and he silently motioned for Artemis to hand him an arrow from her quiver.

"Wha-"

"Shh."

He quickly reprimands her, putting a finger over his lips before placing the arrow in its place and stretching back the bow string as far as he could, aiming the sharp arrow towards the bright green tree tops. He stared up toward the skies for a moment in comfortable silence. Artemis would have spoken again if it weren't for the whizzing of the arrow soaring through the air at a raging velocity.

The tree tops shook a bit, and a squeal emitted from its depths before a dark shadow descended from above, falling at the foot of the large tree trunk. How Ivar had the ability to shoot down a squirrel from such a distance was beyond her, but most impressive nonetheless.

"Did you not mention your patron goddess was a huntress?" He asks with a smirk, and Artemis rolls her eyes with a snort.

"I am named after a goddess, but it does not mean I am one." Ivar shrugs, handing her back the bow.

"I like to think you are." He says, turning his blue gaze towards the familiar brown.

Artemis blinks, only able to conjure up a shy smile as she felt her cheeks burn. A strange feeling began to flutter in her lower abdomine. It was a strange feeling indeed, but she liked it, the fluttering intensifying when he bites his lips in apprehension.

"And what have you done to elicit such flattery from my brother?" Both too distracted with each other, they failed to noticed Hvitserk watching their scene, smirking at them in the way all the brother's

It was borderline infuriating.

"Shut up, Hvitserk." Ivar says with a growl, far less malicious than he wanted. He watches his hounds charge from sniffing at the green pastures to leaping towards his older brother in excitement.

"Forgive me for interrupting," Hvitserk laughs, trying to individually caress eat dog that pounced up his legs, "But the bishop has come to a decision. He wishes to speak with you."

Ivar hums nodding his head as he grabs his crutch, "Very well. Perhaps we shall gain a warrior on our side."

"Why do you wish for the bishop to fight for you?" Artemis asks quietly, cocking her head to the side in curiosity, "I thought you hated Christian's?"

"I thought so too." Hvitserk agrees, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"I suppose there are a few that aren't so bad." Ivar speaks just as quietly, his penetrating gaze lingering on her for another moment before motioning with his hands for the party to head back into the city.

...

The bishop, after being humiliated in the streets of York by the foreigners, proved himself, killing a taunting man before Ivar's very eyes and swearing allegiance to him. To sink a knife into another man's flesh and ending his life was enough to ignite Ivar, it could be seen in the way his eyes glowed.

Plans were set in motion once again, this time with King Harald Finehair, who had been a head strong ally with them thus far. The viking settlement in York would be overseen by one of Ivar's men now that the king of Northumbria was eliminated and the kingdom of Wessex weakend tremendously. Many who came with the Ragnarson's decided to stay in the Yorkish settlement, and that included Arvid and Alfhild. Artemis didn't know whether it was their decision or Ivar's, but she supposed it was for the best.

Alfhild was pregnant, perhaps a sign of their gods that their growing family should remain on English soil until their call back to Kattegat would come.

She was excited as any future mother would, rubbing her still flat belly in affection for her child to be. Arvid was pleased, though not as much as a man who truly loves his wife. There was a pride in knowing that a man could impregnate his woman, but if he could not love her, then what was the point? Arranged marriages usually ended in this way, loveless and disconnected, but it was clear Alfhild held much love for her husband who was as stubborn as mule. Arvid was a good man, but like most men, he failed in the arts of love.

The news spread rather quickly: Ivar the Boneless's slave was a woman whose life was now her own to command.

A few men saw it as an advantage to steer their eyes away from their duties. Admirers would visit to forge for idle talk, much to Artemis's annoyance, and Arvid's. Usually he'd send them away with a mouthful of curses.

Ivar remained good spirited. The leader of the largest army known to man spent whatever free time he had giving her archery lessons on days where he had the most time to spare. Normally any great leader would strain their minds on more pressing matters, but Ivar always seemed to make the time for her. She never asked for it, but she was starting to enjoy him company.

Artemis supposed life was bearable, for now. Ivar treated her well as he said he would, with a decent space in the church of her own, and she had access to as much food as she could want. After supper, she'd collect as much as she could, offering bread and fruit to the other thralls who were in far worse conditions than she’d ever been. It was the least she could do.

She spends her days in the forge with the other smith's, repairing weapons and restoring the ships, replacing the large iron nails holding the thick wood together. Her nights were held under candle light, mending and creating new chainmail.

Sometimes, her mind wandered off to her father, and whenever it did, she'd have to pause to gather herself before she could burst into tears.

The only thing she could hope for was for the dreadful weather to clear.

...

The weather never did clear.

The rains of York bombarded them. Each day the clouds grew darker and closer, bringing with them the harsh rains that soaked them to the bone. It worried some if they were to travel in a few days time in such conditions, but the men worked through it, preparing their supplies for their journey back to the north.

Ivar managed to crack the iron on the side of his brace, and Artemis spent her morning welding the split metal back together. After wiping her hands on a wet cloth, she quickly puts her cloak on with the hood over her face, running through the showers and into the church.

Inside was mostly vacant, save for a few guards that roamed about with ale in their hands as their pass time. Their eyes lingered on her for a moment, but she learned to ignore it.

The bishop sat alone with a dreary look on his face as he was clearly annoyed with the intoxicated guards. He was seated among the many rows of benches placed within, his chained hands set atop the wooden table top with a plate in between of bread and cheese.

He greets her with a nod of his head. His dirty hands worked to rip apart bread, popping them in his mouth and chewing the pieces unbecomingly. She returns the greeting, quickly making her way to Ivar's chamber.

"You will not like what you see." The bishop's smile was hidden behind a crust of bread. Her obvious confusion amused him.

"What?"

Heahmund chuckles in the way that older men do, deep and guttural. He shakes his head, ripping another piece of bread.

"I've heard many rumors of the boneless leader and his...condition," He begins, watching Artemis's mouth twitch at the corners, "Well, nevermind. I suppose you will see soon enough." Annoyed with his chatter, she stomps over to the chamber, finding the door slightly ajar.

She hesitates, before stepping in.

"Prince Ivar, I've repaired your braces as reque-" She stops, eyes wide at the scene before her. The blonde, Freydis, was completely naked and looming over a shirtless Ivar with a predatory smile. She was in the middle of kneeling, before both look towards the intrusion.

His fingers paused their skimming over the nakedness of her side, and Artemis thought it would be in her best interests to leave such an intimate sight, yet she found herself momentarily frozen in place.

"Gods, Artemis, have you no regard for privacy?" Ivar reacts quickly, pushing Freydis away roughly as he eyed Artemis with a look of...well, she didn't know what to call that look. It was strange, almost apologetic.

"F-forgive me." She stutters, placing the sack with his braces neatly into a corner before running off. She stops beside the bishop, placing a hand over her beating heart as she let's out a shuddering breath. The bishop raises a brow, watching her in amusement as she places her hands over her face in embarrassment.

"I warned you."

"Shut up." She snarls at him, dashing off into the rain without another word. The last thing she heard was Heahmund's laughter echoing after her.

She stomps into the forge, the heat of the fire mixed with rain made an uncomfortable combination of humidity and moisture, dampening her mood further.

"Did Ivar favor the repairs?" Arvid asks cautiously, raising at brow at how disheveled she looked. He was already sensing her foul mood. They were barely on speaking terms, treading softly around each other, but he knew when she was upset, and it was very obvious that she was now. He didn't want to leave her alone, but his duties were to help the other men load their wares onto the ships. He places his cloak about his shoulders, awaiting an answer.

"It was fine." She grunts, not meeting his eyes. Arvid frowns, placing on his hood.

"I am to help the others gather the supplies for departure. See to the repairs." With that he stepped out into the rain, leaving her alone with her troubling thoughts.

So what if he preferred the company of Freydis? That was no business of hers...she attempts to lecture herself.

She peels off her cloak, tossing it aside carelessly. Her hair was soaked, chunks of it across her brow and cheeks from running without her hood on.

The scene replayed in her mind over and over again. The image of Ivar's face and how his fingers lingered over Freydis's skin was seared in her mind. She wondered how his touch would feel on her own skin before scowling.

"Shit." She groans dramatically, wasting no time in busying herself pounding away at the whatever weapons needed repairs. She was glad for the distraction, as her mind raced with unholy thoughts that bolied her blood. She found comfort in the sounds of metal hitting metal, the pattering of the rain soothing her for once.

The familiar scraping of metal and the stabbing of a crutch engulfed the empty forge. She sighs, her eyes peering up at Ivar as he entered. Now fully dressed and looking very much like himself, he was certainly amused.

She glares but says nothing, looking back at the task at hand. The blade was almost new again, and with one more dip in the fire it would be complete.

"Artemis," Ivar grins, grabbing a stool to sit beside her as she worked, "I can hear your ridiculous hammering from my chambers," His smile remained, and before she could raise the hammer again to beat the sword, he curls his fingers around her wrist, halting her actions.

"Something is troubling you." He remarks, easily snatching the hammer from her hand. She rolls her eyes, placing the sword into the bucket of cold water behind her. It was finished anyway.

"I am fine. " She replies stubbornly, attempting to grab the hammer, but he successfully holds it away from her. Even sitting he was much taller then her, and he held the hammer above his head like a child stealing another's toy. Artemis scowls, not bothering to reach for it anymore.

"Why are you here?" Ivar rolled his eyes, handing her back the tool.

"I think it only right to check on the work of my blacksmith."

"Here," She says, removing the sword from the bucket to shove the blade in his face, "Here is my work. Good?" Ivar smirks, humming as he moved two of his fingers to push the blade away from him.

"She was just a whore, Artemis, a bed warmer." She gives him a sharp look, watching as his blue eyes twinkle with mirth. He was teasing her.

"So?"

"So why do you seem so upset?"

"I am not upset."

"You're a terrible liar." She scoffs, pursing her lips.

"They say you freed her. Is it true?" Ivar hesitates.

"Yes."

"I wonder what she has done to merit that," Artemis mutters, "But I suppose it is no concern of mine." She turns away from him, wanting so badly to hide her emotions.

Ivar frowns.

"Artemis, look at me." She sighs, but obeys, moving to bring her gaze back to his. He reaches a hand out, gently moving away the wet pieces of hair from her face with a chuckle. He admires her for a moment, watching her lashes flutter in nervousness. Her cheeks were flushed, and she worried her lip between her teeth.

Ivar sighs, bringing his hand back to run it down the expanse of the new braids he sported. He couldn't bring himself to admit what he was truly feeling, and neither could she. Instead he teased her, offering her a toothy grin.

"Did you want to be in Freydis's place? Did you want to be the one about to suck me off?"

There it was, the reaction he knew was to come. Her face transformed into that of an angry wolf, eyebrows arched and lips set in a line. She wanted to punch him so badly, feeling her fists curl up on instinct.

She stops herself. Still not a good idea to punch a viking prince.

She quickly grabs her cloak, removing her gloves and tossing them at Ivar before stepping out into the foul weather. She needed to think, and be away from him.

...

"So, have you done...anything with her...yet?" Hvisterk inquires, ripping the meat off a chicken bone with his teeth, chewing unceremoniously. Ivar sat quietly, picking at his food, his mind running off.

"Who?"

"You know who, " Hvitserk rolls his eyes but continues, "Because if you don't, I would not mind." He shrugs, a smile breaking out when his brother glares at him.

"You will do no such thing." Ivar growls, slamming his hands down on the wooden table top, immediately silencing the church. He looked around before motioning for everyone to continue their meals, and so the chatter began again. Hvitserk laughs, tossing the chicken bone at Ivar, who quickly swatted it out his way.

"So I see she is still yours without being yours. Tell me brother, how can you have such a brilliant mind for war, yet such ignorance towards affection?" Hvitserk wasn't much of a romantic man himself, but even he wanted to feel the tender touches of love.

"Blame these useless legs." Ivar snarls. His nose flares in annoyance, reaching out to gulp down his own ale, and once he finished it, he grabbed at Hvitserk’s. He slammed the cup down when he finished, and after a moment, he relaxes, drumming his fingers over the table top and finally meeting his brothers eyes.

"Artemis is a distraction," He begins with a hiccup, "She is a Christian."

"That cannot be the issue," Hvitserk snorts, reaching out to eat another leg of chicken, "She is educated in our ways, you saw to that. I think you're scared baby brother."

"Hvitserk," Ivar warns, "Shut. Up."

"And she is beautiful, Ivar, " He continues, lowering his tone, "You decided to free her. You know men will venture towards her like hawks. If you desire her, then claim her." He shrugs.

"She is not the type to be...claimed, Hvitserk. She is not like...Freydis." He mutters the blonde girls name as if a poison were coated on his lips. She had been so convincing, whispering in his ear all the things he wished to hear, telling him the things he was capable of, and yet it all felt so wrong. Especially seeing Artemis's eyes after that.

"What happened with that anyway? Was she any good?" Hvitserk asks, crossing his arms over the table and leaning forward with a suggestive wiggle of his brows.

"Nothing happened," Ivar hisses, "She couldn't-I couldn't," He hesitates, "Artemis walked in on us-"

"She what?" Laughter bubbled in Hvitserk's chest, and he couldn't hold back the grin, "Ivar you must be daft. You’re setting her up to fall into the arms of another! As I said, I wouldn’t mind taking her off your hands-"

"I will fight you and all the others that dare approach her!" Ivar booms, slamming his hands onto the table, raising himself up as if ready to pounce at him. He gulps down the sudden rage, his eyes blinking, noticing his men once again stop to look at him.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Hvitserk asks, far use to his brothers outbursts. Ivar exhales through his nostrils, willing himself to relax. Slowly, he lowers himself back down with a plop, his eyes following his brother as he gets up and leaves the church.

He sighs, ripping apart a loaf of bread, and shoving the piece in his mouth.

How could he feel the way he did for a Christian? He swore to the gods he would stay faithful to his people, and to be with a true northern woman, but he found himself less interested in the women faithful to his gods, and more interested in that insuffereable woman faithful to her one.

"Shit." Ivar groans, dropping his head into his hands.

He was stupid.

...

Daylight came to an end and it had continued to rain in light showers that evening when the moon began to rise into the sky. Artemis searched for a moments peace, leaving the other blacksmith's with the remaining work that needed completing.

She bid England a farewell, knowing she'd never cross the sea again to view its horizon. Although it rained as if the sky were weeping, the surrounding nature was beautiful. Maybe not as beautiful as the hills of Crete or even the mountains in Norway, but it was peaceful.

There was a little yelp behind her, and she felt light nips against her ankles. Looking down she smiles at the pup as it cocks its head at her before wagging his tail, jumping on 2 legs to balance his paws on her leg. He was small, and a bit malnourished, with cream colored fur, black floppy ears and snout.

She often gave him bits of food when she had the chance, giving the pup reason to trail after her.

She smiles, bending down to scratch him behind his ears, grateful for his company. Picking a spot on the dewy grass, she spreads her cloak over it before laying down and closing her eyes with a content sigh. The rain had finally stopped and she was grateful, breathing in the night air. The river Thames' rushing waters helped to sooth her nerves.

It had taken some time, but her anger diffused. She couldn't be angry at him anymore, it was nearly impossible. Or perhaps she was just tired.

Or stupid.

The hound went to snuggle beside her, seeking out her warmth. It must have been an eventful day for both hound and girl, but they could forget all their troubles in that moment.

"Goddess of the moon, and hounds? And perhaps of torment as well." Ivar's voice was unmistakeable. Artemis could pinpoint it in a noisy crowd if she needed to. The sound of his voice in the distance was enough to have the hound act in suspicion.

"Prince Ivar." She greets him, eyes still closed, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He slithers along the damp grass, shushing the baby hound when it moved to growl at him.

"I never thanked you for repairing my braces, so...thank you." He plops beside her, laying down with his arms behind his head.

Artemis cracks an eye open with a snort. She turns to look at him, her eyes following the line of his profile. Ivar had his long hair loose, the dark strands forming waves from his earlier hairstyle, spread over the grass. It was a look Artemis was enamored with, but would never cared to admit. He was handsome indeed.

"Something tells me that is not why you are here." She says, and he finally turns to look at her, his blue eyes hard with determination.

"I wanted to...apologize for earlier. I did not mean to tease you so." Artemis sat up, turning to peer down at Ivar with a look of disbelief.

"Prince Ivar the Boneless does not apologize."

"I am being serious."

"So am I." He huffs, turning away from her to look at the moon, bright among the stars.

"It's fine." She finally says.

"That's it? It's fine?"

"Yes. "

"I meant what I said, you know," He continues, "Freydis was only a whore to warm my bed." He could almost hear how hard she was thinking.

"It's fine," She repeats, "There is no need to explain yourself, P-"

"Ivar," He cut her off, "You may call me Ivar." She pauses, fingers passing over the pups fur.

"Ivar." She corrects with a sigh, biting her lip to fight back a smile. It was different addressing him without his title.

She plops back down against the damp grass, her eyes moving across the night sky to catch a glimpse of all the stars. There was a comfortable silence that fell between them as they looked up at the heavens.

"Do you ever wonder," Artemis begins, "About the night sky, or the moon and stars?"

"No." Ivar snorts.

"There are stories my ancestors believed of the night," She recounts, "My father use to tell them to me when I was a girl."

"We have stories too. Nótt is the night sky, Mani the moon, and one of Aurvandil's toes is that star right over there." He points up, turning with a frown when Artemis laughs.

"What's so funny?"

"A toe?"

"Yes," He grunts, "What is it you Christian's believe?"

"That God created everything, of course."

"How dull." She laughs again, rolling her body to her side, finding he was already looking at her.

"The old Greeks believed the stars were people rewarded by the gods for noble deeds." Ivar smiles through his confusion.

"I like Aurvandil's toe better."

"It's, uhh, a beautiful toe, I suppose." Ivar chuckles, leaning up on his elbows.

"Why the sudden interest in the stars?"

"It was never sudden," She says, "I would sleep under the stars everyday of my life if I could. It is a comfort to admire the beauty in this world when it can be so cruel."

"Do you think me cruel?" Ivar utters the words softly, lowering himself to face her. It was getting darker, her features hard to make out with the simple light of the moon, but there was enough to see the surprise in her eyes.

"I...I think you cruel when the moment calls for it. Because you feel you need to be." Ivar closes his eyes for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat. She was right.

"Cruelty wins wars. It conquers land," He pauses with a shaky breath, "But it would not win your heart." Her brows knit together in confusion.

"What?"

Ivar rolls his body closer to hers until he looms over her, maneuvering himself easily between her legs. She didn't put up a fight, though her eyes were wide with shock. He holds himself up, putting a hand atop her chest and feeling how her heart beated like drum.

"What must I do to win your heart?" She blinks up at him, debating if she should take him seriously.

"Why would you want to win my heart?" She holds his stare, their breaths puffing over each other with every timid exhale, "I thought perhaps you held the heart of another."

Ivar sucks his teeth, knowing exactly of who she meant. He dips his body lower until their chests touched and the tip of their noses brushed. His hair shields the sides of her face, cocooning her with his intense eyes. She hesitates before bringing her hands up to his chest, skimming the leather until her fingers curl over his shoulders.

"You are a foolish girl, you know that?" He chuckles, "A beautiful, yet foolish girl." He pauses, biting his lip in nervousness before gently placing his lips over hers.

Her lips were so soft, molding against his like a dance they had rehearsed over and over again. It was everything he could have hoped for, and he already begins to feel the buzz of excitement. She grips the back of his neck, bringing him closer, needing to feel his warmth. She melts into his kisses, feeling a pleasant heat engulf her.

It was...perfect.

After what felt like an eternity, their lips parted with an obscene sound, and he places his brow on hers, breathing in her scent of damp earth. Artemis brings a hand up to trace her fingers over his face, down the length of his nose, and to his jaw. She bites her lip, feeling her skin blaze like a fever.

"Do you really think me foolish?" She whispers, her eyes lingering over his lips before trailing them up to his eyes. They lit up when he smiles, crinkling at the corners.

"Did you really think she could warm my heart?" He counters.

"It was quite convincing." She mutters, "I thought perhaps I’d have to make one for you as I did your braces." She shifts her head away from his to save herself the embarrassment.

"Stop," He says gently, nudging her face back with his nose, "Do not hide from me anymore." He rolls off of her, and within a few seconds, he tugs her over him, her legs coming to rest on either side of his thighs. She grips the neckline of his leather vest to stabilize herself, and his hands sneak up to settle on her hips.

"Ivar, I-"

"Just listen to me, Artemis," She nods, resting her hands over his chest, "I was never fortunate enough to show affection as plainly as any other man could." He takes in a breath, closing his eyes as if to sum up the courage, before opening them again.

"I cannot explain it, but there is something you ignite in me that I could not ignore, no matter how hard I pleaded with the gods to make the ache in my heart stop. I can no longer ignore it." This time he turns his face away from hers, and this time, she brings him back, her palm brushing gently over his sideburn.

"Do not hide from me." She repeats his words with a smile, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. The same fluttering sensations in her abdomen from days ago resurfaced just from the simple intimate action.

"My heart aches for you." He admits, and she could feel his heart beating wildly as he said those words, his eyes swimming with...fear. She watches him carefully in silence.

"Artemis." Ivar pleads in a tone that was foreign to her ears. He was anxious.

"What of Freydis?" He sucks his teeth, lifting himself on his elbows to get a better look at her.

"If I truly wanted her, would I be wasting time revealing my heart to you?"

"I am not sure what you would do, Ivar." She admits, and he sighs, understanding her skepticism.

"I've never used her before." He mutters under his breath.

"Hmm?" Another sigh.

"I said, I've never used her...services before. Today would have been the first time." Artemis lowers herself over him, pushing him back down so that her face hovered a few inches above his.

"Are you lying?" She questions.

"No, baby bird, I am not," He smooths her over with the nickname, bringing both his hands up to grip the sides of her delicate face, her eyes suddenly glossing over.

"I did not have the strength to rid my thoughts of you. I thought perhaps she could rid them for me. For once, I was wrong." He runs the pads of his thumbs over her cheekbones, and her eyes flutter at the sensation.

There was silence for a moment as their eyes battled each others.

"You torment me." He whines.

"Not a pleasant feeling, is it?" She laughs at the pout forming on his pink lips, letting him guide her back to his lips. He nips at her lips, smiling when she moans in what was a mixture of discomfort and desire. She pulls away, panting slightly as she buried herself in the crook of his neck.

"You are not alone in your affections," She mumbles over his skin, "But I must confess that I am afraid."

"I must confess the same," He says, "Love turns even the bravest of men into cowards. I see that now." She shifts her face to skim her lips over the hot skin of his face before lifting her upper body up again.

"Hmm." She considers his words as she shifts her hips over his, watching how his eyes screwed shut, mouth falling open. She freezes, unaware of what she’d just done.

"Fuck," He growls, his fingers sinking into her hips, "How did you do that?" Her eyes widened, totally naive of her own actions.

"I-I dont know." She stutters. Ivar shifts her hips over his again, and she chokes, closing her eyes as her body trembled from the foreign sensations.

"That," Ivar moans, drinking in the sight of her own face of pleasure, "That."

She feels him growing under her, the pressure pushing up against the heat between her legs. She licks her lips, feeling a desire surge through her that she'd never experienced before.

Ivar stares up at her in wonder, chest heaving and hands twitching over her hips before pulling her down for another heated kiss. His large hands explore the expanse of her back, settling right on the dip, pushing down to follow the rhythm in which she moved.

"I've never done this before." He pants shyly over her lips, releasing another moan that seemed to vibrate through her.

"Neither have I." She pants back, gripping his shoulders tightly.

"But the rumors-"

"Forget the rumors," She interrupts him, moving back just enough to make eye contact, "You believe love is what you feel for me?"

"I do." He nods without hesitation. She throws caution to the wind, swooping down for another kiss before replying.

"Then show me."

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I realize that often I message people whose tumblrs I enjoy, and then they look at my tumblr and find out that, lazily, I have never posted anything. To instill some sense of reciprocation, I’ve posted my fetlife profile text below. If you want a little more info, you can find me there under the same name.

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Who I Am: I’m a kinky academic and gamer currently residing in Iowa, but I’ve lived in many parts of the country, so if you think you remember chatting with me when I lived in some other state, well, you’re probably right! I’m quite intense in all elements of my life, including kink. I’m quite fortunate to live with two wonderful, adorable and cuddly subs (including my husband of 9 years) who take very good care of me.

I of course realize that few subs will be into everything I enjoy, and I respect that. I individualize my Dominance to each sub I work with. With that caveat, here are a number of things I get into.

Control: As a SIR, my central interest is in control of all kinds. There is almost no element of a sub’s life I don’t relish controlling, including minutia like controlling outfits and diet. As such, I fetishize things like sets of rules, imposing structure. I’m fond of protocols that instruct a sub both in the correct way to speak and to present himself to me physically, and I tailor these to each sub to emphasize the role I have chosen for them. Teaching a sub to groom and position their body in exactly the way that pleases me most is deeply satisfying. As I’ve grown more experienced, my desires in this category have only grown stronger, and my biggest fascination now is with exploring TPE slavery as a dynamic.

Discipline: Punishment and reward are natural complements to control, structure, and rules, and are an essential part of holding a sub to a high standard. Discipline shows a sub that I really do care about and notice his behavior, and am willing to invest the time/effort in helping him improve. Discipline is always accompanied by a lecture, where I explain what the sub did wrong, and how they can do better in the future. Discipline methods vary, but those I have found most effective include CP, wall time, and line writing.

Chastity: The most foundational form of the control available to a Dom, and the one I very rarely work without, is chastity: the tight control of a sub’s orgasms. Chastity devices are very sexy, and I often use them. I am particularly fond of small devices which stop a sub from even becoming erect. However, my key interest is in the control of orgasms, and I expect a good sub to behave whether they are locked in a device or not. The lengths of time that I have made subs go without orgasm have varied quite a bit, from around a week at the low end to over a year and a half at the higher end. I know that chastity is very difficult for most subs, but I enjoy supporting a sub through their journey with it, and helping them go longer than they ever thought they could.

Degradation: It is important to me that a sub remember his place at all times, and so part of my job is to assure that a sub is reminded of his place regularly. Simple rules such as being kept off of furniture, requiring permission to leave my presence, or being kept naked while I remain clothed make a sub feel like something distinctly less than people. Writing on a sub’s body, making them shave their pubic hair, walk on all fours, worship my feet, swallow my spit, and eat from a dog bowl are more examples of ways I have reinforced a sub’s status as a willing inferior. Degradation is perhaps the most complex of these broad categories, and is certainly the one that took me the longest to learn. On the one hand, I take good care of my subs, and it is essential to me that degradation (and D/s) generally be empowering to them. On the other hand, degradation needs to be more than roleplay to be hot, it needs to genuinely change the way a sub thinks about himself. This is a delicate balance to maintain, but it can be incredibly fulfilling for both parties when done right.

Brainwashing: I believe that 90% or more of D/s takes place in the mind. Even something seemingly physical like a caning is really very much a mental exercise for the sub to willingly (and perhaps even enthusiastically) endure. As such, it is essential for me to control a sub’s feelings and thought processes, teaching him to think about things the correct way, reinforcing his place, and adjusting his preferences to better suit me. To accomplish this I often give a sub mantras, short expressions such as “Obedience is pleasure, SIR” that clearly and succinctly express an idea essential to their submission. These mantras are to be recited on command, often hundreds of times to help their truth sink into the mind. When combined with hypnosis, this simple method allows for a sub’s thinking to be slowly altered and sculpted over time. This process is deeply erotic to me, and I love to see my words slowly altering a sub’s mind.

Sadism: Perhaps the simplest form of control over a sub is control of his body (through bondage) and the sensations he experiences. I’m a Sadist, and am certainly inclined to inflict many forms of pain on those subs who enjoy pain (though I fully respect that many subs don’t). I have a large collection of spanking implements that I like to use. I’m particularly fond of my paddle, my cane, my riding crop, and my tawse. In addition to impact oriented pain, I have also quite enjoyed inflicting pain through nipple and ball squeezing as well as forced exercise and stress positions.

Service: I hope I’ve communicated through this profile that D/s is about much more than sex for me, and that power exchange extends far beyond the bedroom. I like when serving me in vanilla contexts makes a sub genuinely happy/content/satisfied. This service can take many forms, and is usually highly personal to the sub doing the service: cooking for me, dropping me off at work, picking me up at the airport, doing my dishes, etc. Anything like that a sub does for me is deeply meaningful, and establishes his firm commitment to serve me.

On Consent: I used to have a list called Boy’s Bill of Rights at the bottom of my profile, but I’ve decided to go simpler this time. It is essential to me that everything I do with a sub is done with enthusiastic consent. I settle for nothing less. This doesn’t mean I’m not a strict hardass, and it does not mean that I don’t frequently make subs do things they dislike, or even hate. Indeed, I do that quite often. But they let me do that because deep down it is what they want and need and enduring it gives them deep-seated satisfaction. I understand that not everything I’ve described here is for every sub, and I certainly don’t expect a sub I work with to engage in every activity described above.

Who Should Contact Me: So you read this whole thing (or skipped to the bottom), congrats! I’m always excited to meet new people with similar interests, so please send me a message! I’m particularly interested in chatting with fellow Doms, fellow board game geeks, video gamers, and fellow mtg cube enthusiasts.

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padfootagain · 6 years

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Young Love (I)

Part 1 : The New Boyfriend

So... new series for Poe! Not revealing anything about the plot beside the fact that Poe has children (or else, it's not funny...).

This fic is in the continuity of my series 'No Place Like Home' in terms of events and background story, but you don't have to have read it to understand what's going on here, don't worry, they are completely independent even if they are part of the same AU. So no need to have read 'No Place Like Home' to read this.

That being said, I hope you all like this :) I'm so excited guys, I don't think this has been done before, I hope you enjoy it!

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"Daddy! You cheated!"

Poe chuckled.

"No, I didn't!"

"You have longer legs than me!"

"Well, that's not what I call cheating. I can' do anything about the length of my legs. And it was your idea to race, remember?"

The little girl struggled to catch her breath as she leaned against the cool metal of Poe's old X-Wing.

"I'm going to tell everything to mommy, and she won't be happy!"

Poe laughed again, tenderness oozing from his dark brown eyes as they rested upon his daughter.

"Let's go, Leia," he ignored her threat. "Do you still want to fly?"

"YES!"

Poe chuckled as he watched the six-year old girl jumping up and down in excitement before him.

"Hurry, Beebee!" she urged the orange droid next to her to get in the X-Wing.

She put on your old helmet, the symbol of the resistance still visible despite the shocks you had inflicted on the item and the effects of time.

"Did Shara use mommy's helmet too when she was my age and learned to fly?" the little girl asked while Poe carried her so she could climb inside the cockpit.

"Yes, she did," Poe nodded. "Your sister loves it too."

He climbed in the cockpit as well, placing the child on his laps.

"Today we do loops!" she decided.

"Don't tell mommy about our acrobatics, angel. Okay?" Poe mumbled. "She wouldn't like that part and would ground us both."

"She would punish us?" the little girl asked with fear on her face.

Poe nodded.

"Both of us. Big time. So shush... it's a secret, okay?"

"Deal!" she nodded, the too large helmet hiding her eyes for a moment before she lifted it again.

He could already see the anger on your face, and hear the arguments you would summon against him : reckless, taking risks with your six-year-old child...

But the little girl was so excited to fly, and Poe knew what he was doing. It was safe, and he knew it.

He looked at his daughter with eyes full of love and pride. He couldn't help but feel particularly proud of the way his two daughters loved flying. Not just because it was his passion as much as yours, but because somehow... he felt like he had managed to pass the legacy. His mother had revealed this side of him, and now he was waking up this love for the sky in his children as well. It was a bit like making sure that his mother was still there, living through Poe at first, and now through a new generation.

Behind the two of them, BB-8 beeped questioningly, and Leia nodded at the droid's chirping.

"I know how to start the engines," she said proudly.

"Alright, show me, then," Poe smiled, pointing at the commands before him.

"First you push that, then that button, then that..." she said, her movements fluids and not a trace of hesitation on her features.

Everything seemed easy to her as soon as she was in a cockpit. Poe could understand that feeling, he had the same when he was a child and Shara Bey would take him into her ship to teach him how to fly. He guessed that it was running in the family. She was meant to fly, just like him, just like his mother, just like her sister, and just like you as well. You all formed a family with wings attached to your hearts and stars all around your heads...

"That's very good, angel! You're learning quickly," Poe nodded, and the little girl looked up proudly at her father as the engines started to roar behind them.

"Better than Shara?"

He laughed.

"As good as Shara."

Leia pouted, but a quick peck on her cheek was enough to bring back her smile.

"Alright, you guide the ship with me?" he asked.

Leia rested her little hands on the controls, and he covered them with his large palms.

"Alright, let's go."

She squealed in delight as the ship trembled under her.

"LET'S GO!" she cried excitedly.

Her smile was so bright, it was almost blinding...

... how could Poe refuse ?

The X-Wing slowly rose above the ground, and a few seconds later, Poe and his daughter were flying above the forest of Yavin IV.

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You heard Leia's laugh before Poe could even open the door of your house. You smiled at the sound, the worries you had carried home from work fading away. BB-8 chirped, making your daughter laugh even more, and you heard the two of them hurrying across the living room to go play together. You knew that Poe was walking towards you, walking into the kitchen where you were preparing lunch for your children for the next day. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, peppering kisses down your neck, making you giggle.

"Hey there, beautiful," he mumbled against your soft skin. "Had a nice day at work?"

"Stressful one. But nothing too terrible, I guess," you answered, closing your eyes as shivers ran up your spine because of his feathery kisses.

"I took Leia into the X-Wing after she came home from school," he informed you, and you nodded.

"I had guessed that, as my helmet had disappeared again."

"She loves it."

"My helmet, or flying?"

"Both," he smiled.

You finally turned around as you added the last piece of fruit in Shara's bag, and you wrapped your arms around your husband instantly.

You could see both pride and melancholia in his gaze, and you knew the reason for these emotions to colour his dark brown eyes. He had the same expression when he taught Shara how to fly...

"They're a lot like us, right," you whispered, and he nodded, running a hand through your hair.

"Yeah... they are. I just... it reminds me..." he whispered, but stopped mid-sentence, leaving his words suspended in mid-air to float around the room.

His mind was full of memories and you could see it.

"It reminds you of your mother. And how she taught you how to fly."

He nodded, resting his lips on your forehead.

"You know what? Let's go somewhere this weekend," he proposed out of the blue.

You looked up at him questioningly.

"Let's have a picnic in the forest," he went on. "Just the four of us."

You nodded, smiling at him.

"That's a great idea."

"We'll need koyo melons," Poe started to plan, his fingertips brushing the scar at the base of your neck, right where it connected with your shoulder. "And we'll need plenty of cakes..."

You laughed.

"You should ask Shara if she's free first. I think her friend's birthday is coming soon," you told him.

He didn't answer, his eyes now fixed on the scar he kept on softly touching. And you knew his mind was gone to the past again, but to more painful parts of it this time. So you took his hands in yours, forcing him to look at your eyes once more.

"Hey, stop letting your mind wander off," you said softly. "We're all here. And we're all safe."

He nodded, giving you a small smile.

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just a bit tired."

You shook your head, reading through his mind. You knew every of his reactions by now, all the little signs were easily detected and read. After all, he was your husband... you knew him like the back of your hand, and he knew you just as much.

"There's something more. Something worrying you," you whispered, making sure that none of your children could hear you, even if you couldn't see them around at the moment. "What is it?"

He gave you a sad smile.

"You can always tell when I'm worried," he whispered as well, his tone matching yours.

"We've been together for ages," you shrugged, a tender smile on your lips.

"Yeah..." he breathed, running a hand through your hair, before letting his fingertips move down the side of the your face and softly brushing your shin with his thumb. "And I hope we can spend ages together again... tons of ages together..."

"Poe..." you frowned.

"I've just... heard rumors," he whispered.

"Rumors?"

"They want to teach about the war at the school."

He shook his head.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he went on, clenching his jaw. "I mean... through us our girls can understand what happened, and why we fought, and why it's vital to keep this flame burning so it would never happen again but... I don't want them to learn about the reality of it. I fought to make sure they would be spared of the violence, and the massacres, and the killings, and the torture... And I don't want them to hear about me through school. They don't need to know what we were doing out there, what was our role in all that, beside the fact that we were pilots and fought for what was right."

You heaved a sigh.

"Poe... I understand how you feel. I don't want them to be exposed to all that either... but I don't think that their teachers will show them anything too shocking."

He crossed his arms before his chest, heaving a frustrated sigh.

"They have the right to know you were general too," you added slowly.

"And you commander then I guess."

"I don't see why this point is bothering you so much."

"It's in the past..."

"You were good at it."

"I wasn't as good as her."

You exchanged a smile, not needing to speak General Organa's name to know that Poe was talking about her.

"I don't think that we could ever get a better general," you chuckled.

"No, I guess not."

He heaved another sigh.

"I just... don't want them to be exposed to the reality of it. Which is... strange considering that we've been talking about the war with them and explaining things but... then we can control to what point we stop. We can't control what's going on in this classroom."

You nodded, sharing his worry now.

Yes, you wanted your daughters to know what had happened. But you had seen so much darkness during these desperate years, you didn't want your children to see any of it. Poe was right : you had fought to make sure they would never be exposed to any barbaric war. And if you longed to educate them, there was a boundary that needed to never be crossed.

"What if we set up a meeting with their two teachers?" you asked Poe. "To talk with them about our concern, and to make sure that nothing too shocking or violent is shown."

He nodded.

"Yeah, let's do that."

"You'll be okay, love?"

He gave you reassuring smile, unfolding his crossed arms to wrap them around you again.

"It just brings back memories," he breathed.

"And bad ones I guess," you nodded.

He chuckled.

"Good ones too. Like our first date, the pregnancy, our wedding, Shara learning to walk..."

You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, there were good ones too," you nodded.

"I would have never met you without this war," he went on. "My life would have been so awful then..."

You laughed.

"Well, I'm happy we did meet," you kissed his cheek.

But as he leaned down to press his lips to yours, you were interrupted by your two daughters rushing in the kitchen, quickly followed by BB-8.

"We're starving Leia and I," Shara complained. "Are we soon gonna have dinner."

You pulled away from Poe's embrace, nodding.

"It's ready, help us prepare the table," you told your children, handing the plates to Poe.

"Shara, when is your friend's birthday again?" Poe asked the teenager.

The sixteen year-old frowned at him.

"Why?"

"I thought that we could spend a bit of time together this weekend," Poe answered. "Unless your friend's birthday is this week, then we'll do it the week after."

"No, it's in three weeks, actually. But I'm busy this weekend."

"Really? Did I give my permission for anything?"

She rolled her eyes, putting down four glasses upon the round wooden table.

"Mom did," she chimed.

"Did she now?" he asked, looking at you this time.

"No, I didn't," you shook your head, carrying the food to the table.

"You said I was allowed to see my boyfriend as long as I came home before nightfall."

Poe frowned hard, confused.

"I thought you and Orel had broken up weeks ago," he said.

"They did, but now she has a new boyfriend," Leia answered, sitting down around the table, already eyeing the pieces of koyo melons you had prepared.

"Really?" he asked, staring at his elder daughter.

Shara rolled her eyes.

"I didn't know either, if it can reassure you," you sighed, sitting down as well.

Poe and Shara both sat down too. BB-8 rolled across the room to bring Leia her favourite napkin and made sure it covered her T-shirt enough before letting her eat.

"So... who is he?" Poe asked, picking up a piece of meat and putting it in Leia's plate.

"What did you have in mind for this weekend?" Shara asked back.

"A picnic in the forest, just the four of us," Poe answered.

Leia gasped excitedly.

"Yes! We should do that! And then mommy and I will pick up lots of flowers for the house!"

Shara tried to hide her smile, but failed miserably.

"Doesn't sound too awful," she nodded. "I guess I can see him on another day."

"Right, it's settled then. So now, answer my question. Who is that guy?" Poe asked again.

"Dad... it's embarrassing to talk about that with you."

"What?! I'm an amazing dad!"

She rolled her eyes again, making you laugh.

"Hey!" Poe turned his attention to you. "Aren't you supposed to be on my side on this one?"

You giggled, but nodded anyway.

"Your dad is just asking because we want to know what's going on in your life. And we want to make sure you're happy and well. So, who is this new guy?"

Shara sighed.

"He's in my class at school. He's new, he arrived this year," she answered. "They moved to Yavin IV with his mother during the summer from Coruscant."

"What about his father?" Poe asked, biting into a slice of fruit.

But Shara shrugged.

"I don't know much about that actually. It seems to hurt him to talk about his dad. I just know that they barely see each other. He doesn't like his father much, apparently."

"Why that?"

Shara shrugged.

"After the war, his mother and him moved to Coruscant and his dad kinda disappeared. I don't know why exactly. I think it was to avoid jail."

"Jail?"

You and Poe exchanged a worried glance.

"Yeah... don't know why though" the teenager went on, brushing her dark curls behind her ear. "It doesn't really matter, Andy really doesn't love his father anyway. He barely knows the man at all."

"Andy? His name's Andy then?" you asked, seizing the occasion to learn the boy's name.

Shara nodded. But when the boy's full name reached Poe's ear, he choked on his glass of water, his eyes round with shock and horror.

"Yeah. Or well, Andrew, actually," Shara smiled. "Andrew Hux."

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nayleaharvez97 · 4 years

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vivcela · 4 years

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The Iliad by Homer

The Iliad, an epic poem written by Homer, is a story revolving around a conflict between the Achaeans and the city of Troy. This conflict brought about by Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world who was married to Menelaus and was abducted by Paris, caused the Trojan War. Menelaus’ desire to get her wife back led him to take an army to Troy. The epic highlighted the interaction between fate and free will. For instance, the Trojan soldiers did not lose dedication, loyalty, and determination to achieve honor despite of knowing the war’s outcome. Although fate is already determined, free will enables them to decide on how to deal with it. The interplay of fate and free will introduced the characters by showing how they respond to their fate. It also showed the relationship between the gods and the mortals in a way that mortals have the ability to act in accordance with their free will and have wishes in life but the power of gods will overrule the wishes of mortals. In addition, the role of women was also evident in the epic. In the ancient Greek society, women are viewed as inferior to men for they are treated as objects that can be traded or stolen. For instance, Paris stole Helen from his husband Menelaus which in turn caused the entire Trojan War. Another example is when Briseis and Chryseis were captured to become war prizes. Briseis were given to the Greek warrior Achilles while Chryseis were given to Agamemnon, the leader of the Spartan army. These imply that women in Ancient Greece did not attain their rights as they were only taught to obey men regardless if their actions were humane and just. Moreover, women have the tendency to manipulate men by seducing them in order to get what they want. As what Hera did to get the Trojan War be in her favor, she seduced her husband Zeus. Indeed, it is important to understand the story of The Iliad to have a good grasp of both the Greek history and the formation of Greek identity.

The Odyssey by Homer

Life is not as simple as it seems to be. As we journey, obstacles might come our way. These can be either hindrances to our success or key to strengthening our potentials. The outcome depends on our choice of actions. In the story of Homer’s The Odyssey, a sequel of The Iliad, Odysseus has been missing from his kingdom Ithaca for twenty years: ten years for his fight in the Trojan War and another ten years for his struggle to return home after the Trojan War. His journey on his way home was challenging because he battled with mystical creatures and faced the rage of the gods. While he bravely overcome the obstacles he encountered, his wife Penelope remained faithful to him despite of the many suitors who have come to win her hand in marriage. In the end, the challenges did not hinder Odysseus to successfully return to his family because he chose to not give up and fight until his last breath. He killed all his wife’s suitors and took his rightful place as the king of Ithaca. Just like The Iliad, The Odyssey is important because of the values and virtues it imparts to the people. Personally, Odysseus taught me that nothing is impossible with determination, hard work, and fortitude. Even the most challenging tasks can be conquered by applying all of the essential values and virtues one must possess. Penelope taught me that true love is believing, waiting, and is worth fighting for. She can marry any of her suitors but she remained faithful to her husband, believed that one day, Odysseus will come back alive, and patiently waited for his beloved husband. It was not easy to wait for someone without knowing his whereabouts or if he will still be able to come back, but Penelope’s love for Odysseus made it possible. I hope someday, I will be able to find that kind of love.

Oedipus Rex by Sophocles

Have you ever suffer so much to the point that giving up is the only thing you can do? Have you ever been inflicted with so much pain that you can no longer continue to live? If someone will ask these questions to King Oedipus of Thebes, he will probably answer yes. It is because according to the story of his life in the Oedipus Rex, an ancient Greek tragedy written by Sophocles, he is fated to kill his father and marry his mother. It all started when an oracle told Queen Jocasta that there would come a time that her son Oedipus would attempt to kill her husband Laius. As a result, Jocasta and her husband commanded their servant to leave their son on a hillside and let him die there. However, Oedipus survived, killed his father, married his mother, and became a king. In the end, Oedipus and Jocasta found out the truth about their identity which caused Jocasta to hang herself. Meanwhile, Oedipus blinded and exiled himself. Reflecting on the story, I realized that our search for truth can either heal us or worse tear us apart. Odysseus’ wish to find out the truth about his father ended up hurting himself as well as the people around him. This means that not all truths are good because some will really hurt us and break our hearts. Some people even think that it is better for them not to know the truth after finding out the truth. Nevertheless, it is our choice whether we will seek for the truth or we will settle for a thing that is uncertain but we must also keep in mind that the consequences will also depend to our own choice in life. As what a universal paradox says, “You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice.” Therefore, we must follow our heart in making a choice and be accountable of whatever choice we have made.

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The Almighty Saves My Newborn Dying Baby From Leukemia

By Chao Ling

“Ring, ring, ring …”

“Hello! Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Chao Ling, you need to take leave from work today. Your child had a sudden fever, so I brought him to the hospital of the town for an examination. Then the doctor said each of the child’s blood indicators was very poor and that the child’s condition was not good. Moreover, he suggested us to take the child to the People’s Hospital.”

“What? I will be there at once.”

After she who was at work answered this urgent telephone from her mother-in-law, Chao Ling’s mind suddenly went blank. Then she hung up immediately and recklessly hurried to go to the People’s Hospital despite the heavy rain.

Chao Ling was a newborn baby’s mother. She was similar to many other ordinary mothers: She doesn’t ask her child to be rich, but all she asks is that her baby will grow up healthily and happily, will be safe and well all his life. However, on the twentieth of August of 2016 in the morning, she heard the bad news that her several-month-old son had a sudden serious disease. Then she arrived at the People’s Hospital uneasily and got saddened by seeing her son in a coma on his sickbed. In the afternoon, when the result of her child’s examination came out, the doctor told her: “Your child’s disease is very serious. The level of his platelets is so low that it can cause a cerebral hemorrhage easily. His life is at risk any time, so he must be hospitalized right now. When he is in hospital, he needs a kind of drug named γ-globulin. This drug is very expensive and will cost at least more than ten thousand for three days. Then we will observe whether the platelets increase or not. If they are still in a low level, he should have another examination.” Hearing that, Chao Ling saw blackness and then implored the doctor to save her child. She was willing to try even though the treatment would cost more money. As a result, after keeping using they—Globulin for three days, her child’s blood indicators were the same as before. Then the doctor told her that her child may be had leukemia and advised her to take him to the Children’s Hospital in the city for an examination and diagnosis.

In September of 2016, for the purpose of reaching an accurate diagnosis, Chao Ling and her husband took their son to the Children’s Hospital in the city which is an authority on blood disease. When the child’s result came out, the doctor told them clearly: “The child has Leukemia. He should be hospitalized for chemotherapy, but there’s not much hope of his recovery so you’d better be prepared for this.” The doctor’s words buried deep in Chao Ling’s heart like a sharp knife. At that moment, she was paralyzed, sitting on the ground without one word, let tears roll willfully, and cried out nonstop in her heart: “Who can save my child? Who can save him? …” After she calmed down, her husband discussed with her: “Our son is very young, so he mustn’t bear the pain of chemotherapy. What’s more, the expert has said the hope of our child’s recovery is not much. Hence, why do we have him suffer such pain and torment? We should take him home and accompany him carefully. Let’s wait and see.”

Chao Ling resigned as manager in a hotel in order to look after her son meticulously. However, her son’s health got worse and worse day by day. On the twentieth of September of 2016, her son had a sudden cough and didn’t stop. Thus she and her husband had to take their child to the hospital. After using gamma globulin drugs for several days, her son still had a pale complexion, not eating or drinking, not crying or clamoring, just with a drowsy look. When she saw her son, her heart was bleeding. In the state of helplessness, she had to repeatedly pray to Heaven in the heart: “Oh, Heaven, we indeed have nowhere to go. I beg You to save my child! Please show me a way!” Then her child’s cough improved after he stayed in hospital for more than ten days. However, it was the third day after her son leaving the hospital. Her son began to suffer from vomiting and diarrhea and taking all kinds of antidiarrheal medication would not help. At last, she indeed had no way, and then had to take her child to a traditional Chinese medical hospital. After her son stayed in hospital for a period of time, his belly got better. Yet, as regards the low level of platelets, the doctor still had no way. In the face of her son’s disease, Chao Ling wanted to cry but felt tearless, only saw the disease torment and swallow her son’s young life day by day. Afterward, she was not resigned to give up, so she discussed with her family once again and then decided to take the child to the authoritative hospitals in a big city.

In October of 2016, Chao Ling and her husband took their son to Shanghai Children’s Hospital. Seeing the thick and big needle stuck into her son’s skeleton to take bone marrow, she collapsed thoroughly. She had no control over her grief and cried squatting on the ground. Helplessness, fear and anxiety pressed down on her heart like a huge stone. She constantly prayed Heaven to give her a thread of hope. But what made her despaired was that the diagnostic result was the same: There’s not much hope of her son’s recovery, and he’s just able to stay alive for six months to one year at most. Knowing her child had no hope of living, she looked back to several months for which she had gotten along with him and he had brought her happiness and joy. However, when the disease would take him away, as a mother, she could do nothing, and so her heart was broken.

In the first lunar month of 2017, under God’s marvelous arrangement, Chao Ling was lucky to hear God’s gospel in the last days. When she, in tears, told her son’s disease and her pain in the heart to the aunt who had spread the gospel to her, the aunt comforted her: “Child, don’t worry. Our mankind’s fates are all in God’s hands. Thus only by coming before God can we obtain support and help in our heart. God knows your suffering, He is just by your side, and He also hopes you can come before Him soon, follow and believe in Him to end such painful and helpless days.” The aunt pointed to a passage of God’s words as she spoke, reading it to Chao Ling: “You live like such, with no hope; he exists like such, with no aim. There is only the Holy One in the legend who will come to save those who moan in suffering and long desperately for His arrival. This belief cannot be realized so far in the people who are unconscious. However, the people still yearn for it so. The Almighty has mercy on these people who suffer deeply. At the same time, He is fed up with these people who have no consciousness, because He has to wait too long for the answer from humans. He desires to seek, seek your heart and your spirit. He wants to bring you food and water and to awaken you, so you are no longer thirsty, no longer hungry. When you are weary and when you begin to feel the desolation of this world, do not be perplexed, do not cry. Almighty God, the Watcher, will embrace your arrival any time” (“The Sighing of the Almighty”). God’s words just as a warm feeling rushed into Chao Ling’s heart, which made her pain and sadness buried in her heart for long time burst out in a short time. She burst into tears and sobbed. She thought she was the person who had nowhere to go in the world. She exhausted possible effort because of her son’s illness, but it would not help. She thought if she lost the sole son, she wouldn’t have the courage to survive. Yet, God observed her grief, called for and waited for her by her side, had her come before God and gave her support and comfort. She never thought it was God that lighted the lamp in her heart and illuminated her road ahead when she felt most painful and despaired. Although her child was indeed sick, she felt some peaceful and stable and didn’t feel helpless as before. She was willing to accept God as her Savior and to have Him arrange fates of her and her son.

Before long, Chao Ling and her brothers and sisters lived the church life. Through reading God’s words, she even more knew the authority of God dominating everything. God says: “These things came after man was tempted by Satan and their flesh became degenerate, such as the pain of the flesh, the troubles and emptiness of the flesh and the extreme wretchedness of the world. Satan began to torment man after it had corrupted them. Man then became more and more degenerate, the illnesses of man were deepened, and their suffering became more and more severe. Man felt more and more the emptiness, the tragedy and the inability to go on living of the world, and they felt less and less hope for the world. So this suffering was brought on man by Satan, and it only came after man had been corrupted by Satan and became degenerate” (“The Meaning of God’s Experiencing the Pain of the World”). “Regardless of how ‘powerful’ Satan is, regardless of how audacious and ambitious it is, regardless of how great is its ability to inflict damage, regardless of how wide-ranging are the techniques with which it corrupts and lures man, regardless of how clever are the tricks and schemes with which it intimidates man, regardless of how changeable is the form in which it exists, it has never been able to create a single living thing, has never been able to set down laws or rules for the existence of all things, and has never been able to rule and control any object, whether animate or inanimate. Throughout the vast expanse of the universe, there is not a single person or object that was born from it, or exists because of it; there is not a single person or object that is ruled by it, or controlled by it. On the contrary, it not only has to live under the dominion of God, but, moreover, must obey all of God’s orders and commands. Without God’s permission, it is difficult for Satan to touch even a drop of water or grain of sand upon the land; without God’s permission, Satan is not even free to move the ants about upon the land—let alone mankind, who was created by God” (“God Himself, the Unique I”). From God’s words, she understood: Man’s pain is from Satan. It is Satan that brought pain for man. However, everyone’s life including Satan and evil spirits is in God’s hands. Hence even though they are malicious, cruel and evil, Satan and devils can’t surpass God’s authority and power. They are just a doll in God’s hands so they don’t dare to snatch her son’s life without God’s permission. It is because God is the Master of man’s fate.

God’s words aroused her hope and made her confidently place her son in the hands of God. Her son’s life and death are under God’s control. After two months, it was marvelous that her son’s disease got better and his mental state gradually improved. At the beginning of April of 2017, Chao Ling took her son to the People’s Hospital in the city for an examination. The report of examination showed his blood indicators became normal. The leukemia was cured marvelously. At the moment, she was moved to tears and truly experienced what God says: “The source of life comes from God, for all creation, whatever the difference in form or structure. Whatever kind of living being you are, you cannot move counter to the path of life that God has set. In any case, all I wish is for man to understand that without the care, keeping, and provision of God, man cannot receive all that he was meant to receive, no matter how great the effort or struggle. Without the supply of life from God, man loses the sense of value in living and loses the sense of purpose in life” (“God Is the Source of Man’s Life”). Of cause, the son’s life and death are controlled by God. Even whether his condition can improve is not controlled by those authoritative hospitals or experts, but is in God’s hands and dominated by Him. Her son who had been sentenced to death by science was marvelously healed by God. Therefore, science can’t save her son and God is his sole salvation.

Through this experience, Chao Ling not only saw God’s extraordinary authority and power but experienced the warmth of God’s love. She looked back on the scene in the past: When she believed God is the One who dominates man’s fate and determined to follow Him, God stretched out the hand of salvation and healed her son of his fatal disease. It made her truly experience that God is just the One who dominates everything and supplies man’s live.

Now, Chao Ling has followed God for more than four months while her son has grown up day by day under God’s care and protection. Every time when she sings hymns and reads God’s words, her son also babbles following her. Seeing all of that, she truly has experienced that it is a happier thing than anything else that one is accompanied by God’s love on his path of life. She dedicates a deep gratitude and praise to God. All the glory be to Almighty God!

#Christian Testimonies #God’s Protection #Healing Testimonies

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