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scotianostra · 1 year

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On 10th February 1567 Henry, Lord Darnley, husband of Mary, Queen of Scots, was murdered in Kirk O'Field

Early in the morning on 10th February 1567 Darnley, was found murdered. His body and that of his valet were discovered in the orchard of Kirk o’Field in Edinburgh, where they had been staying. The house had been torn apart by two large explosions in the middle of the night.

Darnley was undoubtedly the intended victim because two barrels of gunpowder had been placed in a small room underneath his sleeping quarters. He was dressed only in his nightshirt, which suggests he had fled in some haste from his bedchamber.

Upon further examination, the bodies had no signs of injuries that could be associated with the explosion, so the blast was not considered to have killed Darnley. It was determined that the two men were killed by either being smothered strangulation, believed to have taken place after the explosion.

Some say Darnley’s death was at the hands of the Earl of Bothwell, whose subsequent marriage to Mary led to a state of civil war in Scotland. In my own view it wasn’t so cut and dry.

Although it is still a mystery, a number of arrests and subsequent executions took place, the first was almost certainly a miscarriage of justice. Captain William Blackadder, an associate of Bothwell, was e executed on 14th June 1567, although it was said he was only a bystander. Lord Herries wrote in 1656 that Blackadder rushed out of a tavern at the Tron on the Royal Mile at the sound of the explosion and was arrested.

He swore he was innocent before an assize made of Lennox men, tenants of Darnley's father, and was hanged, drawn and quartered, you might think this harsh, but Darnley, although estranged from Queen Mary, was still a King, of sorts and it was the normal punishment for treason.

In December 1567, John Hepburn of Boltoun (John of Bowtoun), John Hay heir apparent of Tallo, William Powrie and George Dalgleish, all servants of Bothwell, were put on trial. They were condemned to be hanged and quartered. The head of Dalgleish was set on the Netherbow gate of Edinburgh.

William Powrie had made a statement in June, which describes how he and his companions carried the powder to the King's Lodging. He included the detail that as they were carrying the empty chests back up Blackfriar's Wynd, they saw the Queen and her party, "going before thame with lit torches."

In my opinion this version of events was pure fabrication, probably either said after being tortured, or just made up by those who held him. Do you really think Mary Queen of Scots would actually skulk around in the dead of night when she would have any number of servants to carry out the murders?

The French valet, Nicolas Hubert, called Paris, said that Bothwell came to the lodging with Mary, and making the excuse that he needed the toilet, took Paris aside and asked him for the keys. Paris explained that it was not his role to hold the keys. Bothwell told him of his plans. Paris was troubled by the conversation, and went to pace up and down in St Giles Kirk. Fearful of the conspiracy he considered taking ship at Leith. In his second interrogation Paris named Captain Blackadder, who had already been executed. Paris was executed on 16 August 1567.

One longstanding theory is the suggestion that the Earls of Morton and Moray were behind the murder, directing Bothwell's actions, to forward Moray's ambitions. These Earls made a denial of their involvement in their lifetime. The later and partisan Memoirs written by John Maxwell, Lord Herries in 1656, follow and develop this line of reasoning. Herries, after considering the arguments of previous writers, believed that Mary herself was innocent of involvement, and the two Earls arranged her marriage to Bothwell. This is the more likely scenario that I believe in.

James Douglas, Earl of Morton, was executed on 2nd June 1581 on the Maiden, a form of guillotine which he himself had imported from France. After his execution, Morton's body was buried in an unmarked grave at Edinburgh's Greyfriars Kirkyard, and his head was displayed on a pike at the Netherbow as a warning to others.

The first pic is a contemporary drawing of the murder scene at Kirk o' Field, it includes at the top left the infant James VI sitting up in his cot praying: "Judge and avenge my cause, O Lord;" in the centre lie the rubble remains of the house; to the right Darnley and his servant lie dead in the orchard; below, the townspeople of Edinburgh gather round and four soldiers remove a body for burial. The artist was employed by Sir William Drury, Marshall of Berwick, who sent the sketch to England.

The sketch includes several cryptic elements. At first it appears to be an eye-witness account of the murder scene. However the infant James was not present, nor could he speak the words attributed to him at the time. Thus the image changes by its inclusion from an eye-witness account, to a propaganda poster, as an allegory. This same motto and a similar image of father and son was used on the banner of the rebel Confederate Lords, first displayed at Edinburgh Castle, then again at Carberry Hill.

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thatdorkyauthor · 2 years

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Outerworld encounters.

It's a winx (2004) x transformers (Bayverse) reader insert in each even chapter there will be options to choose from to make it more of an actual reader insert. The uneven chapters will somewhat follow the movies with quite some edits.

It will have hints of romance but it'll be a slow burn, and even then I'll probably make several endings, so you can choose between a few characters. Cause action fanfics are underrated do I'll make most of it action with a lot of friendship drabbles and hopefully good/enjoyable humor. There will of course be angst though. Please let me know what you think of it, each and every opinion is welcome. :) Whether it be by a private message or in the commentary. Anyway some little parts of the so far planned chapters.

Chapter 1. “I need you seven, along with the specialists to go to earth and help the army forces fight this threat.” She finished as she folded her hands together and propped her elbows up on the desk.” I felt my heart drop, I shook my head and stood up. “Like hell you are.” “From what I have understood from the video shown, I need you seven to help earth’s first threat, after this battle is resolved I need you six to return.” Stella looked surprised. “First threat?” “Why only six of us, headmistress?” Bloom questioned, looking between her friends in worry. “As it's guardian professor (L/n) will remain there, helping earth facing an outer space threat.” “William Lennox, Captain of the U.S army rangers.” I smiled back at him, and took his hand, shaking it firmly. “(Y/n) (L/n), historian, teacher on Elfia and Red fountain, and Earth’s guardian fairy.” Chapter 2. "So, are we going to stand here all day or are we going to fi-." I shrieked as a purple orb just barely missed my head. "I wasn't done talking!" "(L/n) focus!" "It's going down, I'm yelling timber." I stopped, realizing the colonel was watching me with a raised eyebrow. "You're getting more annoying by each passing day." "Thanks." "Why are you trying to kill me?" I yelled, blocking the bullets. "They can't hear you sweety, not under my spell." A familiar voice spoke making my blood run cold. "You?" Chapter 3. "I thought you guys were very annoying at first." The orange twin tilted his head and awed. "So you do like us?" "I wasn't done Mudflap, I wanted to say you're slightly less annoying than I expected." "Witwicky, stop making out with your girlfriend, we're going." I jumped at the chuckle coming from beside me. "For fuck sake Simmons, I'm going to get a little bell for you." "Could you stop dying for once!" I rolled my eyes at Lennox. "It's only the second time, don't be so- I'll stop." Chapter 4. "I really should start looking into getting an extra pair of arms." Robert glanced at me, confusion written all over his face. "You're not going to pull a Garmadon." I paused before smirking. "That's a great idea, thanks Epps." "Alright, so they're living plushies." I asked the girls, looking around the room at the colorful animals. "They, are cool huh?" "Girls, why?" "Pathetic, I expected more from a guardian." I glared at the redhead, trying desperately to ignore the stabbing pain in my back. "Go fuck yourself." "Would you stop getting into trouble." I leaned into the hug, if he were to let go I would fall face first. "If I do, will I still get hugs?" "What?" "What?" Chapter 5. "I'm going to murder that -." The rest of the sound came out muffled as Will placed a hand over my mouth. "She's not worth jail time." "Something feels off about him." "He's old and his processor is probably damaged." I snorted, placing a hand on the silver bot's pede as to not fall over. "Probably yeah." "Just hand yourself in." I scoffed, looking around. "And then what, who knows what they will do Lennox, I can't." Chapter 6 to 9 (maybe 10) are yet to be decided, but this is so far the planning for a crossover fanfiction I'm writing.

#transformersbayverse reader insert #winx reader insert #winx x transformers #outerworld encounters

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catholichousew1fe · 2 years

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James, Duke of Monmouth

Captain John Churchill

Hans Bentinck

Prince Rupert

James, Duke of York

Earl of Chesterfield

Earl of Rochester

Duke of Buckingham

Duke of Richmond and Lennox

Lieutenant Louis Morel

Monsieur de Rohan

William Nassau de Zuylestein

Colonel James Hamilton

Sir Thomas Bridge

Earl of Arran

Earl of Sussex

Captain Strickland

Marquis de Demaret

Lord Braxton

Lord Cavendish

Earl of Pembroke

Earl of Dorset

Sir George Etherege

Earl of Mulgrave

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amcsociety · 11 months

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Transformers Movie Series

Title: Transformers (2007)

Cast:

- Shia LaBeouf as Sam Witwicky

- Megan Fox as Mikaela Banes

- Josh Duhamel as Captain William Lennox

- Tyrese Gibson as USAF Tech Sergeant Robert Epps

- John Turturro as Agent Seymour Simmons

- Peter Cullen (voice) as Optimus Prime

- Hugo Weaving (voice) as Megatron

Synopsis:

Directed by Michael Bay, "Transformers" is an action-packed science fiction film that brings the beloved 1980s toy line to life. The movie revolves around an ongoing battle between two factions of transforming alien robots: the heroic Autobots and the villainous Decepticons. Both groups are searching for the powerful AllSpark, a source of unlimited energy hidden on Earth.

Summary:

"Transformers" is a visually stunning and adrenaline-pumping film that combines thrilling action sequences with cutting-edge visual effects. The story follows Sam Witwicky, a teenager who unwittingly becomes the key to finding the AllSpark after purchasing a seemingly ordinary car that happens to be the Autobot scout Bumblebee in disguise.

As Sam joins forces with the Autobots, including the noble Optimus Prime, they must protect the planet from the destructive intentions of the Decepticons, led by the formidable Megatron. The battle between the two factions escalates, encompassing major cities and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

The film skillfully blends explosive action with moments of humor and genuine emotion, making it an enjoyable experience for both fans of the original Transformers series and newcomers alike. The chemistry between Shia LaBeouf's Sam Witwicky and Megan Fox's Mikaela Banes adds a touch of romance amidst the chaos, while the intense performances of the human and robotic cast bring the characters to life.

Michael Bay's direction amplifies the spectacle, delivering jaw-dropping visual effects and thrilling set pieces that keep the audience on the edge of their seats. The seamless integration of CGI and live-action elements allows the Transformers to seamlessly transform from vehicles to towering robots, creating an awe-inspiring visual experience.

"Transformers" is a blockbuster film that captures the spirit of the original Transformers franchise while bringing it into the modern era. With its dynamic cast, gripping storyline, and exhilarating action, the movie provides a thrilling ride that leaves audiences eagerly anticipating future installments in the series.

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zooterchet · 1 year

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Weekend Update

MUSH directors Reliant (internet vigilante, for military codes of RL to follow MUSH IC consent rules), Dr. Leo (US Navy, quartermaster's meals and galleys, Quebec and New States of Britain), and Scorpio (mall security cop and convenience store manager, self write-in in Observe and Report to communicate to his friend "Mini-Peebo", lost at sea) continue to be embattled by the US Department of Justice as Shah's agents (Reliant found with dossiers in Farsi and Hebri-Iran, of his radical version of Autism Speaks, the Ba'ath era Republican Guard, under Uday Hussein, Dr. Leo attempting to explain why local Down's Syndrome hero ran a street hit on "Mini-Peebo" for being pro-life under information supplied by college professor Dr. Matthew Lennox, when the stated point of support to lead M3 was given as pro-choice, Pat Ware's endorsement by reason, and Scorpio's heroin addiction, following the murder of his drug dealer, Sayyed, "Short Circuit", a Detroit police officer undercover in the Yardies hunting the Insane Clown Posse and the Russian Mafia).

Jessica Bailey, grand daughter of Sirhan Sirhan and grand niece of Princess Diana, former wife to King Charles II, Connecticut State Police, DSS branch, remains at large.

Mini-Peebo, missing on the MUSH since 2004, claimed to be "autist" by local Bristol County Russian Mafia authorities with the psychiatric system, for having ADHD, a politician's caste dating to ancient Africa, prior to Egypt and settlement of the world, including in Mexican Atzlan culture, the only three exceptions to non-hyperactive politicians being Adolf Hitler, Harvy Milk, and Al Gore; a mental patient placed under armed guard between speeches, by German law students (the Eagle's Nest), a normal politician prior to his leg breaking in a gang hit from homosexuals (then gay, unable to jump), and Al Gore, claiming that ADHD was "exercises" and taking gymnastics (responsible for the downfall of the income tax, the rise of globing warming through the TV show "Captain Planet", and Enron deliberately staged to elect himself President, through conning Japan into thinking they were terraforming Mars, instead of opposing energy independence from oil, Enron's actual goal).

"James", the Longshanks Section Chief leader of "Koran Province" MI-6, New England, has defected to the Mossad, upon indictment of her spymaster for her three man action cell (the Obama election, through the Colbert Report, Obama elected mimicking McCain, objective achieved), Harry placed in Scientology, the spymaster in question; Elizabeth II found non-comprehense, due to actions by MI-6 psychiatric architecture expert, "Chet", also known as "Mini-Peebo", a chess blunder posturing Chet as her deceased husband, Philip II, calling her Rosa Klebb, her husband's pet name for her put in the film, "From Russia with Love", a chess blunder into king takes queen, the Queen resigning the match with a heart murmur; fatality within one week.

The paucity of American education continues, but only inside "charter schools", cop training academies (private schools), however with Hamas leader William Morgan Jr., FBI psychiatric nursing, as designing the system, taking Chet's notable preschool to college achievements, to get into West Point Academy, Thomas College NSA psychiatric pre-law defense, and Hofstra University Mossad Long Island, and altering them, to turn lawsuit entries into flaming homosexuals, the "Obama Legacy Fund", perfect models of John McCain, lawsuit-prone Rabbinical Muslim, however doggedly loyal to Obama, due to the funding of the program (McCain funded by the United Arab Emirates, and the Saudi medical film program out of France and their fraudulent textbooks, to medicate anyone fitting a movie role in constructive theory, with the same medicine, a magistrate's eugenics program, out of French-Canada).

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year

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Holidays 11.1

Holidays

All Saints’ Day

Andhra Pradesh Day (India)

Anniversary of the Revolution (Algeria)

Bra Day

Calan Gaeaf (Wales)

Chavang Kut (Mizo)

Cook For Your Pets Day

Cross Quarter Day

Day of the Dead, Day 2 (Mexico)

Day of the Innocents

Dog Day (Japan)

Extra Mile Day

Face Mask Day

Family Literacy Day

Give Up Your Shoulds Day

Go Cook for Your Pets Day

Graveyards Day

Greenwich Mean Time Day

Harvey Day

Haryana Day (India)

Health Day (Turkmenistan)

Hello Kitty Day

International Coaches Day

International Lennox-Gastaut Syndrome Awareness Day

International Pet Groomer Appreciation Day

International Scented Candle Day

Invention of Sex Day

Kalends of November (Ancient Rome)

Karnataka Day (India)

Kerala Foundation Day

Kut (Manipur, India)

Liberty Day (Virgin Islands)

Maastricht Treaty Day

NaNoWriMo begins [until Nov. 30]

National Author's Day

National Awakening Day (Bulgaria)

National Biologic Coordinators Day

National Brush Day

National Chesterfield Sofa Day

National Doubletalk Day

National Pinhole Gum Rejuvenation Day

National Revival Leaders’ Day (Bulgaria)

No Driving with Cell Phones Day

Plate Tectonics Day

Pooka Day

Prime Meridian Day

Remembrance Day (Slovenia)

Revival Leaders’ Day (Bulgaria)

Self-Defense Forces Commemoration Day (Japan)

Soul-Caking Day

Traffic Director’s Day

World Vegetation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cake Appreciation Day

French Fried Clams Day

National Calzone Day

National Cinnamon Day

National Deep Fried Clams Day [also 7.1]

National Pâté Day

National Vinegar Day

Pomona’s Day (Apple Festival) [also 8.13]

World Vegan Day

Xinomavro Day (Greek Wine)

Independence Days

Antigua & Barbuda (from UK, 1981)

Feast Days

Apaturia (Ancient Greece)

Austromoine (Christian; Saint)

Beltane (1st full day; Southern Hemisphere)

Benignus of Dijon (Christian; Saint)

Bozo Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Caesarius of Africa (Christian; Saint)

Condercet (Positivist; Saint)

Festival of All-Saints (Christian)

Festival of Saturnia (Ancient Rome)

Gnome Awareness Day (Pastafarian)

Harold, King of Denmark (Christian; Saint)

Marcellus, Bishop of Paris (Christian; Saint)

Mary (Christian; Martyr)

Mustache Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Pomonia (Ancient Rome)

Samhain (also celebrated as ...

Allantide (Cornwall, UK)

All Hallow’s Day

La Samhna (Pagan Ireland)

Old Celtic New Year

Samhain (Celtic, Pagan) [7 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]

Samhain (1st full day; Northern Hemisphere)

Santa Muerte (Folk Catholicism, Mexico and Southwestern United States)

Scoop Doozer (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [60 of 71]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

About Time (Film; 2013)

The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2001) [Discworld #28]

Bartleby, the Scrivener, by Herman Melville (Short Story; 1853)

The Bridge of San Luis Rey, by Thornton Wilder (Novel; 1927)

Captains Courageous, by Rudyard Kipling (Novel; 1897)

Cold Spring Harbor, by Billy Joel (Album; 1971)

Death on the Nile, by Agatha Christie (Mystery Novel; 1937) [25]

Dickinson (TV Series; 2019)

Far From the Madding Crowd, by Thomas Hardy (Novel; 1874)

For All Mankind (TV Series; 2019)

Free Birds (Animated Films; 2013)

Interesting Times, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1994) [Discworld #17]

Jingo, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1997) [Discworld #21]

The Jungle Book, by Rudyard Kipling (Novel; 1894)

Lords and Ladies, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1991) [Discworld #14]

The Magic Mountain, by Thomas Mann (Novel; 1924)

Maskerade, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1995) [Discworld #18]

Monk’s Music, by Thelonious Monk (Album; 1957)

MTV Unplugged in New York, by Nirvana (Album; 1994)

Night Watch, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2002) [Discworld #29]

Odetta Sings Ballads and Blues, by Odetta (Album; 1956)

Othello, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1604)

The Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald (Novel; 1872)

The Property of a Lady, by Ian Fleming (James Bond Short Story; 1963)

The Red and the Black, by Stendahl (Novel; 1830)

The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett (Novel; 1910)

Smiley’s People, by John le Carré (Novel; 1980)

The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs, by William Morris (Poem; 1876)

The Tempest, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1611)

Terminator: Dark Fate (Film; 2019)

The Theory of General Relativity, by Albert Einstein (Scientific Paper; 1915)

The Truth, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2000) [Discworld #25]

Watership Down, by Richard Adams (Novel; 1972)

Witches Abroad, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1991) [Discworld #12]

Women in Love, by D.H. Lawrence (Novel; 1920)

Wonderwall Music, by George Harrison (Album; 1968)

Today’s Name Days

Allerheiligen (Austria)

Benigno, Cezarij, Dobroslav, Harald, Svetislav, Sveto (Croatia)

Felix (Czech Republic)

Tiia, Tiiu (Estonia)

Lyly, Pyry (Finland)

Toussaint (France)

Allerheiligen, Harald (Germany)

Anargyros, Argyris, Damianos, Kosmas (Greece)

Marianna (Hungary)

Egidio (Italy)

lvita, Askolds, Ikars, Krivs (Latvia)

Andrius, Milvydė, Žygaudas (Lithuania)

Veslemøy, Vetle (Norway)

Andrzej, Konradyn, Konradyna, Seweryn, Warcisław, Wiktoryna (Poland)

Denisa (Slovakia)

Allhelgonadagen (Sweden)

Kuzma, Leonard (Ukraine)

Amabel, Hall, Halsted, Mabel, Sterling, Sumner, Zion (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 305 of 2022; 60 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 44 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 8 (Wu-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 7 Cheshvan 5783

Islamic: 6 Rabi II 1444

J Cal: 5 Mir; Fourday [5 of 30]

Julian: 19 October 2022

Moon: 56%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 25 Descartes (11th Month) [Condercet]

Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 40 of 90)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 10 of 31)

#Holidays

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brookston · 1 year

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Holidays 11.1

Holidays

All Saints’ Day

Andhra Pradesh Day (India)

Anniversary of the Revolution (Algeria)

Bra Day

Calan Gaeaf (Wales)

Chavang Kut (Mizo)

Cook For Your Pets Day

Cross Quarter Day

Day of the Dead, Day 2 (Mexico)

Day of the Innocents

Dog Day (Japan)

Extra Mile Day

Face Mask Day

Family Literacy Day

Give Up Your Shoulds Day

Go Cook for Your Pets Day

Graveyards Day

Greenwich Mean Time Day

Harvey Day

Haryana Day (India)

Health Day (Turkmenistan)

Hello Kitty Day

International Coaches Day

International Lennox-Gastaut Syndrome Awareness Day

International Pet Groomer Appreciation Day

International Scented Candle Day

Invention of Sex Day

Kalends of November (Ancient Rome)

Karnataka Day (India)

Kerala Foundation Day

Kut (Manipur, India)

Liberty Day (Virgin Islands)

Maastricht Treaty Day

NaNoWriMo begins [until Nov. 30]

National Author's Day

National Awakening Day (Bulgaria)

National Biologic Coordinators Day

National Brush Day

National Chesterfield Sofa Day

National Doubletalk Day

National Pinhole Gum Rejuvenation Day

National Revival Leaders’ Day (Bulgaria)

No Driving with Cell Phones Day

Plate Tectonics Day

Pooka Day

Prime Meridian Day

Remembrance Day (Slovenia)

Revival Leaders’ Day (Bulgaria)

Self-Defense Forces Commemoration Day (Japan)

Soul-Caking Day

Traffic Director’s Day

World Vegetation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cake Appreciation Day

French Fried Clams Day

National Calzone Day

National Cinnamon Day

National Deep Fried Clams Day [also 7.1]

National Pâté Day

National Vinegar Day

Pomona’s Day (Apple Festival) [also 8.13]

World Vegan Day

Xinomavro Day (Greek Wine)

Independence Days

Antigua & Barbuda (from UK, 1981)

Feast Days

Apaturia (Ancient Greece)

Austromoine (Christian; Saint)

Beltane (1st full day; Southern Hemisphere)

Benignus of Dijon (Christian; Saint)

Bozo Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Caesarius of Africa (Christian; Saint)

Condercet (Positivist; Saint)

Festival of All-Saints (Christian)

Festival of Saturnia (Ancient Rome)

Gnome Awareness Day (Pastafarian)

Harold, King of Denmark (Christian; Saint)

Marcellus, Bishop of Paris (Christian; Saint)

Mary (Christian; Martyr)

Mustache Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Pomonia (Ancient Rome)

Samhain (also celebrated as ...

Allantide (Cornwall, UK)

All Hallow’s Day

La Samhna (Pagan Ireland)

Old Celtic New Year

Samhain (Celtic, Pagan) [7 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]

Samhain (1st full day; Northern Hemisphere)

Santa Muerte (Folk Catholicism, Mexico and Southwestern United States)

Scoop Doozer (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [60 of 71]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

About Time (Film; 2013)

The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2001) [Discworld #28]

Bartleby, the Scrivener, by Herman Melville (Short Story; 1853)

The Bridge of San Luis Rey, by Thornton Wilder (Novel; 1927)

Captains Courageous, by Rudyard Kipling (Novel; 1897)

Cold Spring Harbor, by Billy Joel (Album; 1971)

Death on the Nile, by Agatha Christie (Mystery Novel; 1937) [25]

Dickinson (TV Series; 2019)

Far From the Madding Crowd, by Thomas Hardy (Novel; 1874)

For All Mankind (TV Series; 2019)

Free Birds (Animated Films; 2013)

Interesting Times, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1994) [Discworld #17]

Jingo, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1997) [Discworld #21]

The Jungle Book, by Rudyard Kipling (Novel; 1894)

Lords and Ladies, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1991) [Discworld #14]

The Magic Mountain, by Thomas Mann (Novel; 1924)

Maskerade, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1995) [Discworld #18]

Monk’s Music, by Thelonious Monk (Album; 1957)

MTV Unplugged in New York, by Nirvana (Album; 1994)

Night Watch, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2002) [Discworld #29]

Odetta Sings Ballads and Blues, by Odetta (Album; 1956)

Othello, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1604)

The Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald (Novel; 1872)

The Property of a Lady, by Ian Fleming (James Bond Short Story; 1963)

The Red and the Black, by Stendahl (Novel; 1830)

The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett (Novel; 1910)

Smiley’s People, by John le Carré (Novel; 1980)

The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs, by William Morris (Poem; 1876)

The Tempest, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1611)

Terminator: Dark Fate (Film; 2019)

The Theory of General Relativity, by Albert Einstein (Scientific Paper; 1915)

The Truth, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2000) [Discworld #25]

Watership Down, by Richard Adams (Novel; 1972)

Witches Abroad, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1991) [Discworld #12]

Women in Love, by D.H. Lawrence (Novel; 1920)

Wonderwall Music, by George Harrison (Album; 1968)

Today’s Name Days

Allerheiligen (Austria)

Benigno, Cezarij, Dobroslav, Harald, Svetislav, Sveto (Croatia)

Felix (Czech Republic)

Tiia, Tiiu (Estonia)

Lyly, Pyry (Finland)

Toussaint (France)

Allerheiligen, Harald (Germany)

Anargyros, Argyris, Damianos, Kosmas (Greece)

Marianna (Hungary)

Egidio (Italy)

lvita, Askolds, Ikars, Krivs (Latvia)

Andrius, Milvydė, Žygaudas (Lithuania)

Veslemøy, Vetle (Norway)

Andrzej, Konradyn, Konradyna, Seweryn, Warcisław, Wiktoryna (Poland)

Denisa (Slovakia)

Allhelgonadagen (Sweden)

Kuzma, Leonard (Ukraine)

Amabel, Hall, Halsted, Mabel, Sterling, Sumner, Zion (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 305 of 2022; 60 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 44 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 8 (Wu-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 7 Cheshvan 5783

Islamic: 6 Rabi II 1444

J Cal: 5 Mir; Fourday [5 of 30]

Julian: 19 October 2022

Moon: 56%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 25 Descartes (11th Month) [Condercet]

Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 40 of 90)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 10 of 31)

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ao3feed-janeausten · 2 years

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The Love of a Princess

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/YTZDIoO

by eviejean (beccajane181)

For as long as she could remember, Princess Charlotte had been in love with her faithful guard, Captain Lennox. When the King commands her to be married to a mysterious ruler from Heyrick, her head and heart are torn.

Words: 2427, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sanditon (TV 2019), Sanditon - Jane Austen

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Alexander Colbourne, Charlotte Heywood, Francis Lennox, Tom Parker (Sanditon), Mary Parker (Sanditon), William Carter (Sanditon), Alison Heywood, Declan Fraser (Sanditon)

Relationships: Alexander Colbourne/Charlotte Heywood

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Romance, love triangle (ish), Eventual HEA, Princess/ Guard, "Touch Her and I'll Kill You", Arranged Marriage

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/YTZDIoO

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Jane Austen

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fckwritersblock · 3 years

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Protection Forever - William Lennox

Lennox x Reader

Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.

Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. I’ll not when it’s been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried 😩

Word count: 2500+

Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!

All gifs from @meragifs too!

You were an EMT.

The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.

The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Sam’s identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.

“I don’t know about this Ratchet, he’s just kid.” You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.

“And who might you be?” The one called Optimus inquired.

You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who you’d later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.

“The human. I like her.” Ratchet sounding irritated.

Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.

“Wait why do they get humans?” Jazz asked incredulously. “I want one too!”

“Enough! Humans are not pets.” The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.

They were like siblings. A family.

“Exactly I’m just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.” You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. “Besides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.” You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.

“She stays. Let’s move.”

In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Sam’s backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.

Fail.

Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you weren’t alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who “knew too much “.

Things weren’t going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.

A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.

You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. That’s when you saw him.

It had been what? Two years?

Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:

“The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!”

All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.

“That’s good. Get all the ammo you got.”

“Everything you can carry. Bring it.”

Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.

“Come on, we need Bee.” You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction

“You got to take me to my car.” Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. “You have to take me to my car. He’s gonna know what to do with the Cube.”

“Your car? It's confiscated.”

“Then unconfiscate it.” You stared blankly.

“We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -“

“You don't know.”

“Maybe you know, but I don't know.”

You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.

This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain who’s eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.

A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.

The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.

“Take him to his car!”

As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.

“Drop it!”

It wasn’t until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Will’s head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.

“I really wouldn’t.” You warned.

You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. That’s part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasn’t that messy but you both said things you didn’t mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.

You know. Hurt people, hurt people.

It’s still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not you’d never let anything happen to him.

“I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-“ Simmons ranted.

“S-Seven don't exist.” You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.

“Right. And we don’t take orders from people that don’t exist.”

“I’m gonna count to 5. Okay-“ Simmons attempted to threat yet again.

“Well, I’m gonna count to three.” Will deadpanned.

You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.

Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.

“Y/n,”

“Captain.”

The Captain and couldn’t help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.

“So that’s her huh?” Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.

“Yeah..” Will answered, mind racing.

While he knew he’d eventually see you again, he didn’t think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.

“Damn. Shorty had your back that entire time.”

“Gear up,”

“What I’m just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.” Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.

Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didn’t. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didn’t choose you the way he should’ve. In reality he could’ve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.

Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.

Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought he’d see you.

You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebee’s legs were partially blown off.

Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.

You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -

“Hmm. His pheromone levels are-“ you quickly turned on him and glared.

“Ratchet I’ll turn you into a can opener if you don’t shut the hell up.”

The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Will’s short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.

“Sam, you can’t do this alone.” Michaela fussed.

“He won’t be alone.” You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.

“I’m going with you.” You declared.

“No.” Will didn’t even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.

“Captain Lennox-“

“No!” You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.

“Do you see what going on out there?!” You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. “We’re at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.”

This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Y/n..” he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.

“I’ll be back, Will.” You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.

Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.

“Go. Go!”

And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.

The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.

“Y/n!” You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.

“Wha- what, what do i do?!” Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.

“You gotta keep going Sam. I’ll be fine.”

He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.

“Go!” You screamed once more.

Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.

You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.

You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasn’t for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasn’t a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.

Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.

You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.

But Will. Will’s heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.

“William!” You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.

The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldn’t breathe, you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasn’t your life you feared for was it?

He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?

Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.

Relief.

There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.

“So…” you began, suddenly feeling nervous. “...That was hot-“

Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldn’t help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.

Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.

It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Excuse me,” Epps interrupted.

The both of you turning your attention on him.

“As cute as this shit is it’s highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. I’m just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.”

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Oh my fu- I don’t even know what this isssss

Couldn’t tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-

I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol

I’m just....I’m just gonna leave this mess here.

Bye

- Mo

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Tags: @merakiaes @lilythemadqueen

#transformers imagine #transformers #Captain William lennox #william lennox #Lennox x reader #sam witwicky #will lennox x reader #transformers x reader #black!reader #Sam witwicky x reader #optimus prime

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merakiaes · 3 years

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Captain Jealous - William Lennox

Pairing: William Lennox x reader

Requested: By @neemonroe

Prompts: #20, #41, #42 from the smut-list.

Warnings/notes: Takes place before Transformers. Not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes. Might be a little bit OOC but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog and comment, it would make my day <3

Wordcount: 3806

Summary: Flirting with Will only seems to result in annoyance, but when you finally turn your attention elsewhere, he’s not very pleased.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”.

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To most, you were one of the strongest and most admirable women they’d ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, but to others… well, let’s just say that you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

You were absolutely relentless when you put your mind to something and one of the many people who had fallen victim to that stubbornness was William Lennox.

Having enrolled in the army around the same time and being equally as good at what you did both back in training and in the field, the two of you had always respected each other and rather than being competitive, tried your best to lift each other up.

If one of you took control of a situation and started shouting out orders, the other didn’t question it, not even when Will eventually passed you in ranks. Because your minds worked in the exact same ways and so it didn’t really matter who gave the orders since the orders would be the same in the end, anyway, no matter whose lips they passed.

But you did differ in the way that Will much preferred to keep his personal life separated from his professional life, while you had a habit of letting them merge together, which inevitably resulted in you bringing the obvious attraction you felt for him with you out on the field.

Will was one of the people who thought you had taken your mother’s advice a bit too literally. That was what he told you on a daily basis as a response to your endless flirting, at least. But you knew better; you knew that he, at least to some extent, reciprocated your attractions, thanks to the few moments you had shared back in training.

“It was all fun and games back then”. He liked to say in that stern, military voice he had picked up the second he was promoted to Captain. “But this is the real deal. This is serious, and this, this thing you’re doing, is unprofessional.”

Ever the workaholic soldier, he was, at this point basically having dedicated his entire life to the job with no time to spare for fun. But no matter how hard he tried denying it, you knew that the two of you shared something, and so did every other member of your squad.

The only ones who seemed completely clueless to this were the newbies and as you gradually lost hope that your stubborn captain would ever admit and give in to his feelings, you found it to be a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with people who weren’t constantly making suggestive remarks and fueling the attraction from your side.

One, in particular, caught your eye; tall, dark and handsome. He had yet to gain more muscle than the bare minimum and was, admittedly, kind of lanky. He was one year younger than you which was way too young seeing as you’d otherwise not even go for guys the same age as you, but he had banter and shared your flirty, dirty, cheeky sense of humor which, most definitely, made up for what he lacked in life-experience.

Will had smugly watched all of the newbies try to make a move on you only to be shot down quicker than your enemies, but then the last of the soldiers had swept up by your side, put a long, lean arm over your shoulders, and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line he had ever heard.

“How you doing, mama? You must be a parking ticket, ‘cuz you got fiiine written all over you.”

While Epps, Fig and the rest of the team broke out into laughter at the man’s poor technique, Will’s face transformed from smug to stone-cold murderer.

Why? Because he knew that you didn’t want a man to tell you the stars reflected in your eyes or that you took their breath away with your beauty.

What you wanted was someone who could make you laugh, and when you threw your head back and joined in on the seemingly endless laughing fit, he was overtaken by a feeling so strong that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

And you noticed the change of demeanor immediately. The long, hard stares were only the tip of the iceberg, as was the way he would move closer to you and find a way to touch you as much as he possibly could without making it inappropriate or suspicious.

The most extreme part of his change in behavior was how hard and strict he suddenly became with the rookie, who had quickly earned himself the reputation of your very own lapdog.

He got scolded even for the most insignificant of mistakes, always got put on parade as the “example” in exercises in which he was usually thrown to the ground by Will himself and totally and completely humiliated.

Of course, those moments were just poor thinking on Will’s part seeing as you, besides being incredibly flirty and witty, also happened to be one of the most caring members of the team.

Not only did he have to watch you laugh until your stomach hurt at the rookie’s bad jokes, but he also had to watch you comfort and reassure him after his one-on-one’s with the Captain.

And still, Will couldn’t stop himself from making the same mistake again and again, the consequences every time being that he was stuck watching you fuss over the younger soldier, because no matter how much it vexed him, he knew that you knew why he was acting the way he was.

It was all a game to you and he played along because he wanted to keep showing you that he was the better option. Unluckily for the rookie, though, Will’s method of showing dominance was through physical contact.

You knew what Will was doing, how he was trying to punish the rookie, mildly and legally, of course, while simultaneously trying to show you that he was displeased with what was going on; that he wanted it to stop.

To a start, you only showed interest in the rookie to fuck with Will, but you quickly realized that he was actually a fun guy to hang around.

You enjoyed spending time with him. Not a second with him went without laughter and it was nice to be able to have fun like that for a change, and soon enough, you’d more or less forgotten about the silent war between the two of you.

You probably knew that it wasn’t a real interest, judging by the way you didn’t even care enough to remember his name, but it was fun to have another banter-buddy.

You’d had an identical friendship with Epps since the start, but two people could only keep the creativity up for so long; after a while, you just couldn’t come up with witty remarks and sarcastic jokes, anymore.

Up until then, Will had still kept his disapproval about the whole thing lowkey, because as long as you were only doing what you were doing to make him jealous, you were still interested.

But when you started making moves on the rookie with genuine interest, without looking over at Will while doing it, it was no longer a game.

While already on the topic of games, you were completely useless when it came to cards. It didn’t matter what game you played; you’d always end up as the loser. And although you enjoyed the banter that followed the teasing of your poor card-playing abilities, your patience wasn’t endless.

“Alright, I’m calling it.” You chuckled after losing the fifth game of the evening, dropping your thick deck of cards onto the table in front of you.

“Really? But it was going so good for you.” Epps wasted no time in firing back with feign-surprise, to which all you did was deliver a sharp slap to his head.

The table broke out into laughter. “You had that coming.” Fig shook his head, successfully starting a metaphorical war.

You chuckled at their antics and pushed back your chair, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, and wasted no time in starting to collect your things.

The rookie’s attention was instantly piqued, and so was Will’s, who had been playing in silence nearly the entire time you’d been there.

“You know, I need to shower, too.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. “So, I should probably join you. You know, save water. Provide some extra heat.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a playful eyebrow and chuckled. “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Glad to know I have options, though. Maybe next time.”

Without waiting for his reply, you snatched your jacket from a nearby stool and playfully flicked his forehead, before turning around and walking away, completely oblivious of the pairs of eyes that kept watching you from the table you had just left.

You went about your shower routine like you always did; get undressed, wash hair, wash body, turn off the water in-between washes, get dried and get dressed again. Sharing the water with so many people could be hard, so you couldn’t really take the long, thoughtful showers you did when at home.

You were out again as quickly as you had gotten in and took your time getting lotioned and dressed, getting as much self-care into your night as you possibly could when at a military base.

“What are you doing with the new kid?”

You should’ve been significantly more aware of your surroundings as a soldier but in your defense, everyone dropped their guard to some extent when in a safe environment, so the scream that came out of your mouth at the sudden sound of a voice was completely justified.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore as you jumped around, hastily reaching for your damp towel to cover your bare chest.

Coming face to face with a furious-looking Will, you glared. “Knock much?”

He didn’t look amused in the slightest, crossing his arms over his chest. “Knock, knock. Answer my question.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the dominance behind his voice and your eyes instinctively flickered to his biceps, veins and muscle more defined than ever in the way he had positioned his arms.

You were, however, proud to say that you were quick to come back to your senses, your eyes snapping back to meet his.

“Do you, maybe, oh, I don’t know, want to turn around?” You asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

If you wanted him to turn around to gain privacy for yourself or simply because you couldn’t stop glancing at his bulging biceps, you didn’t know, but no matter the reason behind your wish, he didn’t move an inch.

“Answer the question.” Was all that he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“Do you like him?” His questions kept shooting out as quickly as bullets and, again, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“He’s fun to be around.” You said simply, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before turning around and dropping the towel to continue getting dressed.

Will didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was checking you out, eyes shamelessly traveling your form and taking his sweet time to remember all the details his eyes could reach.

It wasn’t like this was the first time one of you saw the other only partly clothed – you know, it was kind of inevitable for all of you to catch a glimpse of each other’s birthday suits once every blue moon - so once the shock of his sudden appearance had melted off, the nervousness followed.

“But do you like-like him?”

At the sound of that question in particular, you couldn’t help but snort.

“What is this? Third grade?” You threw him an amused look over your shoulder. “Say that I do like-like him, do you think I should ask Epps if he can give him a note asking him to check yes or no on whether or not he’d like to be my boyfriend?” You gave him a sarcastic pout.

At this point, Will was completely fed up with your inability to take anything seriously and spun you around by your arm.

Luckily, you had just finished hooking your bra behind your back, said bra thankfully covering your chest from his view.

“Can you not make a joke about everything?” He asked, your wrist firmly held in his hand. “You have to realize how bad this looks to our superiors. First me, and now him. You can’t go around flirting with everyone. It makes you look unprofessional and uncommitted and that, in turn, makes it look like I can’t do my job.”

“Is that really what’s got your big-soldier-boy panties in a twist, though?” You narrowed your eyes challengingly, and slowly fought your wrist out of his grip to, instead, grab a hold of his hand.

Further proving your point, he did nothing to protest, the glare remaining in his eyes, but the rest of his face being overtaken by exasperation.

“I just don’t get it.” He said. “You spend all this time pushing my buttons, being completely insufferable with your never-ending flirting, and now you’re suddenly interested in someone else?”

“I think the real question here is why you’re suddenly interested when I’ve spent so much time trying to get your attention to no avail and now, what? You suddenly want me because I might be interested in someone else?” You raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t deny the flash of heat going through your body when he lowly growled.

“I’ve never not wanted you.” He objected. “And you’re not interested in the rookie.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“So what you’re saying is, basically, that you can’t be with me, but I also can’t be interested in anyone else.”

“We both know that relationships in this work are highly frowned upon and-“

“Highly frowned upon, but not forbidden. You’ve still had the option to choose, and you actively chose not to act on it. Just making that clear.”

“I haven’t acted on it because it’s wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong…” You started, a sharp shiver going down your spine as your bare back hit the cold, wet tiles. “Then why did you just corner me in the shower?”

During that short minute of back-and-forth arguing, he had done just that, the two of you now standing chest against chest in the darkest corner of the room.

Your face was pulled into a determined glare, as was his, and the tension and intensity behind your shared stare was enough to have all of the previously discussed issues forgotten in less than a microsecond.

The proximity between you in combination with the fact that you were at an obvious disadvantage in height and size made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. You felt like prey under his stare. You found yourself liking it all the while you were hating the feeling of being so powerless, and your inner conflict only added to the tension.

“You have no idea how much willpower it’s taken me to keep resisting you, to keep turning you down.” He spoke slowly, and lowly. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper and you put all of those thoughts into my head every day, pulling my strings, pushing my buttons, just walking around being… you.”

In one smooth motion, he intertwined his fingers with yours, and your eyes automatically flickered down to watch your now joined-together digits; rough and calloused meeting even rougher and more calloused.

“I like you. I care about you. More than I should.” He continued, prompting you to look back up with an eyebrow raised.

“And?”

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, exasperated and impatient. “Do you want me to say that I want to be with you? Because I do. I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You snickered at his over-dramatic emphasizing, finding it nothing short of amusing that he’d been protesting and telling you how wrong it was only seconds before, and now he was more or less proclaiming his love for you. That, more than anything, just showed how stubborn he was.

“Took you long enough.” You mused, leaning your head back into the wall and smirking, all while looking him straight in the eye. “It’s just too bad that I’ve grown so fond of the rookie. You know, he’s quite-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Will’s lips crashing into yours, roughly and urgently. In the process, you were pushed even further into the wall behind you, and as the sudden force threw you off balance, you instinctively reacted by moving your arms up to his neck to hold yourself in place.

In return, his hands moved to each side of your waist, big, warm hands squeezing down on the flesh that had long ago turned cold from being bare in the nippy air for so long.

You had always imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him like this, but not even your wildest imagination could compare to the intensity of the tingles that spread through your stomach and chest.

Your hands slowly sneaked up the back of his neck, your body reacting automatically, but just as you were about to tousle your fingers in his hair, the moment ended when he pulled away.

Both of you were left panting in silence, the only sounds available for your ears to hear being your ragged breaths and the rhythmic dripping of the shower beside you.

“Wow, Captain.” You were the first one to speak. “I knew you were hot for me, but try to keep it in your pants. That was hardly professional.”

Just like that, your sarcastic persona returned as if it had never left in the first place, your eyes opening after having been closed up until then and meeting his with a playful grin.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m pretty sure you threw professional straight out the window the first time we met.” He pointed out and much to your dismay, stepped back. “Are you going to stop encouraging the rookie, now?”

Getting straight to the point, okay.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged casually, bringing your hand up to your face to inspect your nails and peeking up at him through your lashes with a devilish smirk. “Jealousy looks kinda good on you.”

“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed quickly, and you immediately raised an eyebrow as a way to say ‘really?’

“I’m not jealous.” He repeated, this time in a lower, calmer tone. “It’s just, you’re mine.”

Those two words alone were enough to make you inwardly groan, like one would when eating that first scoop of ice cream after not having been able to eat any in a week. Or a day.

But in a brave attempt to not make a fool of yourself, you remained in your teasing element, raising your eyebrows and hitting him back with a feign-uncaring: “Is that so?”

To that, he stepped closer to you once again, brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, and playfully glared.

“Stop flirting with the rookie.” He repeated.

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“I’m asking politely.” He lied.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, pretending to think only for a moment, before flashing him a shit-eating grin. “No. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.”

Still leaning against the wall, you carefully pushed yourself up, pushed your chest against his and watched in success as his eyes flickered down.

Taking your sweet time, you brought your hands up to his chest with agonizingly slow movements and leaned your head up to his.

His breath shook as you brushed your lips over his and whispered against them lowly.

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Will pushed his head forward with obvious intentions, but before he could press his lips against yours, you slid out of the tight corner, resulting in him having to catch himself on the wall left behind.

With a proud smile, you walked over to the bench by which you had previously been working on getting dressed and snatched your shirt where it laid.

“You’ll drive me crazy before all this is over, you know that?” Will spoke from behind you, which only made your smile widen.

Quickly pulling on your shirt and collecting the rest of your things, you turned around and walked back up to him where he still stood in the shower.

“That’s always been the plan.” You replied simply, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before once again turning around and walking away, this time leaving him completely alone in the room.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself and regain his composure, and by the time he walked back out, you were nowhere in sight.

With only you on his mind, he headed back to the table where the rest of the team were still playing cards, and sat down in the chair he had occupied before leaving.

“So, now that it’s just us here, I could use some advice on-“ The rookie wasted no time, but didn’t get to finish.

“You couldn’t handle her even if she came with instructions, kid.” Will interrupted without even looking at him, reading his mind without struggle since the person of his interest was one they had in common.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”.

To some, this was an admirable quality while, to others, you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

When it came to Will? Well, he just had nothing bad to say about you. You might’ve gotten on his nerves ninety-nine percent of the time, and been completely and utterly insufferable, but God did he love it.

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