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Covert Operations - (Ch 233) - Epilogue

SYNOPSIS: James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp return to their downtime destination far away from Section One, but this time as a newly married couple.

This chapter is a little suggestive.

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CHAPTER 233(S) – EPILOGUE

A couple of months later …

There was only one place that James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp wanted to spend their honeymoon, and that was in the special home where they had shared such wonderful memories on their downtime. They had left Section One in the capable hands of Letitia Chisholm, and his godfather Murtagh Fitzgibbons, had been given strict instructions that they were not to be contacted under any … and he meant any circumstances.  He’d chuckled at Jamie’s directive to keep their honeymoon destination a secret, and with a knowing gleam in his eyes Murtagh had said that even if Section burnt to the ground, he would never say where they had gone.  Operations and his second-in-command, would be blissfully ignorant of the comings and goings at Section One until they returned from their honeymoon.  His godfather valued the sanctity of his life, so Jamie and his Sugar would never know anything that was happening in their absence.

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The honeymooners had been here for several days now and hadn’t really left their conjugal bed except for much needed sustenance. On waking this morning, the first rays of yet another glorious day greeted them as the dappled light drifted across the foot of their bed, and over the bodies of the intimate couple lying there. The two lovers lay on their sides facing each other with their legs entangled as they had done each morning. Jamie’s eyes drifted down to their bodies in perfect accord, while Claire melted into her husband’s embrace as he lazily traced the bottom of her chin with his fingertip.

“I always wake when you do, Sassenach; I sleep ill without ye by my side,” he uttered softly brushing his lips against hers. “I wake up every day and find that I love you more than I did the day before."

“If I loved you any more than I do now, James Fraser, my heart would burst right out of my chest,” Claire replied stroking her thumb along his cheek.

Their love for one another had been put to the test on numerous occasions by Madeline and Operations, and they’d endured so much, but now the past was behind them. Staring intimately into each other’s eyes, the two lovers never wanted to break eye contact.  Their eyes communicated that everything that had passed between them was indelibly etched into their hearts forever. 

Leaning into her love, Claire kissed her man affectionately rubbing her nose against his in playful teasing. “Good morning husband.”

Taking her hand in his, Jamie laced their fingers together mimicking the joining of their souls, then raising their clasped hand up between them, he seductively kissed their knuckles.

“Good morning … Mrs. Fraser.   Sleep well?” he queried with a satisfied grin and a provocative raise of his eyebrow.

“Like a baby, Mr. Fraser … and you?”

“Likewise.

Gently pulling his wife closer to him, Jamie placed his arm around her shoulder and Claire burrowed her face against his neck as they lay on the pillow kissing sensuously in salutations. He couldn’t resist the temptation of touching her body and he brushed his hands along her velvety soft skin leisurely tracing his wife’s glorious curves. In reply Claire’s hand rose and tenderly cupped Jamie’s cheek lightly grazing her finger along her husband’s stubbled jaw, before sliding her fingers into his dishevelled hair where they tightened in his curls.  Never severing their gaze, Jamie placed his open hand against Claire’s cheek lovingly mapping her face with his fingers.  Reciprocating the caress he loved so much, she too ran her finger over his jaw once more as their eyes stared into their souls.   Then leaning in towards each other, they kissed looking at one another as if they couldn’t believe that they were really here on their honeymoon and finally husband and wife.

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James Fraser couldn’t get enough of his love’s kisses and when his lips gently found hers again, Claire surrendered sighing against his mouth.  The taste of her was an aphrodisiac to his senses, for her lips enticed him, and every time he touched her, she made him come alive in want and need.

“Yer mouth is so inviting mo ghràidh,” he uttered gutturally overcome with emotion. “I canna get enough of yer kisses.”

Jamie could feel her smile against his mouth as Claire surrendered to yet another potent caress from her husband. Roaming his fingers gently over her cheeks, across the bridge of her nose and along her tingling lips he focused on seeing his wife's response to his touch. His hands traced back near her temples and lightly caressed the arch of her brow, before trailing them through her hair in dishevelled disarray on the pillow. Jamie’s breathing grew more ragged as his eyes perused her features in loving devotion, while his fingers continued stroking over her tempting flesh.

“Oh, God. Claire. Yer skin is flawless… you are so beautiful. I do love you so … More now than ever … if that is possible.”

Rolling on top of his wife, he deftly brushed his lips across the place where her swan-like neck and shoulder met. Gently biting the delicate skin of her throat, Jamie soothingly licked the place where his teeth had left his mark of passion.  Claire couldn’t help but moan at the intimate contact of her husband’s gestures.

“Yer face is my heart, Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul.  I couldna look at ye and keep my hands from you, nor be near ye and not want you. I want you now.”

Sighing, his eyes continued roving over her gorgeous face, all the while scorching Claire’s soul with his intense gaze.  Jamie let out an audible, evocative, trembling groan that resonated in the back of his throat as he kissed his wife in fierce abandon. His caresses made her head spin with the ecstasy of his touch. Releasing her lips momentarily so his love could draw breath, Jamie lowered his head again wreaking havoc on Claire’s sensitized lips, awakening her fierce need for him as well.  Their lips fused together as they both whimpered their need of one another. “Tha gaol agam ort, mo nighean donn,” he uttered against her lips, pulling back from them and nibbling them softly. “Oh, Jamie,” she sighed as his hands delved lower across her body. Claire felt his tender touch as her spouse’s fingers nonchalantly glided over and over her soft skin in devotion.” I love you so much.”

Who would have thought that Jamie’s exquisite hands could kill with a mere touch … yet … that same touch of his hands could send her reeling into unconsciousness?

Everything her husband did, everywhere he touched came alive under his sensational caresses, and Claire moaned in her acceptance of his gift. When his hands touched her, she felt the thrill to the very core of her being. The glide of his roving fingers on her skin drove her insane with intense longing. Claire was breathless and she ached with a yearning so severe that she just wanted to die in his arms. There were no words to speak of their devotion. None were necessary. They communicated their desire for each other with one look, a look that spoke volumes in silence. Jamie saw the awe in his beloved’s eyes; it was so overwhelming that he felt his heart soar. Only she could cause such a reaction. She was his woman; his wife.  He was her man; her husband.

“Forever and always my darling,” he whispered against her ear.

Overcome with such deep love for her husband, Claire ran her soft hands over Jamie’s torso electrifying his nervous system into overload. She leisurely trailed them down his muscular back gently caressing him until reaching his tight buttocks which flexed uncontrollably at her touch. Reversing her sojourn back up his body with soft strokes, she wallowed in the perfection of the man in her arms. Seeing the depth of Claire’s love for him in her luminous eyes overwhelmed him. James Fraser could not believe that being married to this wonderful woman could make him feel so complete. His hands stroked his wife’s brunette tresses away from her face to reveal the radiant gaze burning holes in his own.  Brushing his fingertips against her cheekbones, Jamie felt Claire’s soft intake of breath, when on a sigh, he murmured her special name.

“Sass-en-ach.”

"My darling husband," she whispered in reply. The words softly left her lips in admiration of the man who was her world. Feeling his body come alive more fully, Claire wriggled closer. His breathing became erratic as he captured her in his embrace. Tilting his head close to hers, Jamie never broke the mesmerizing, piercing looks they exchanged. Stroking her husband’s face with the palms of her hands, Claire was unable to say a word. She traced her fingertips along his mouth, caressing the bottom lip while biting her own tentatively. A wayward finger found its way inside his mouth and she could feel the scrape of Jamie’s teeth on the soft pad. It was so erotic that her body shivered with delight.

“Jamie … my love,” Claire murmured adoringly with breathless whispers.

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She continued rubbing her hands over the contours of his back with a soothing touch, traversing his skin and absorbing his pores into her own. They talked without words, whispering their inner thoughts for the other while gazing into one another’s eyes, each mirroring the feelings of their hearts.

James Fraser couldn’t believe that through everything they had endured while in Section under Madeline and Operations’ rule, that they had finally come to be in this place of contentment and overwhelming joy. All they had endured; all they had suffered to be together had culminated in this sacred sacrament of marriage.  Now they were husband and wife and the bond they shared was on another level entirely.  They were partners in everything that truly mattered in life, at work and even in death when that day eventually came.  God, he loved this woman so much.  He loved his brown-haired lass; he had loved her from the moment he had laid eyes on her but had thought himself unworthy of love and happiness. However, it was their destiny that they met and were together side by side in Section and on life’s journey. Each day that he saw her face he was reminded of the day that changed his life … the day that Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp was recruited to Section One.

From this day forward, he would also never forget the day Claire became his wife.  When he saw her for the first time as her Uncle Lamb walked her towards him on their wedding day, it was as if the sun had come out, for he was blinded by the look that was in her eyes. He was mesmerized by his Claire.  She was a lady of grace, a woman of strength, and an astonishingly beautiful, radiant bride. Their eyes had locked on each other as she came closer and closer towards him. It was as if they were the only ones there. Reciting their wedding vows was the culmination of their commitment to each other, then when he had kissed his bride, his heart had nearly stopped because of the happiness he felt.

His brave and wonderful wife completed him.  She made him a better man … a better leader … a better human being. Before he met his Sassenach, he was merely existing, but now he couldn’t be any happier than what he was at this moment in time on their honeymoon. The joys, the laughter, the togetherness of married life certainly agreed with him.  He was so very happy. His Claire had brought immeasurable joy into his life and now they were life partners for ever. He would love her until time itself was done, and so long as she was by his side, he was well pleased with the world, and he wanted to grow old with her until they each drew their last breath.

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Likewise, Claire looked at her husband in disbelief that the day they married was the day that their deepest connection began.  They were joined not just in body but in soul. Their soul connection had always been strong, but somehow it felt so different this time now that they were one. Perhaps it was the openness of them being together in Section One and to be able to express their love and affection for one another without repercussions.  This togetherness had been the catalyst for these deeper feelings of love that had grown even stronger every day.  God, she loved this man so much that just the thought of him not being beside her filled her heart with sorrow. They were true soulmates destined to be together until they could breathe no more.

From the very first moment she had met him in Section, she knew that her life would never be the same. Nevertheless, it was providence and a little help from their uncles that they should meet. Jamie was a conundrum to her, but over time her feelings for this enigmatic man, who was a challenge to understand, had become clearer.  She saw in him a true man of worth, one who was worthy of love … of her, love. They were equals, two people who were joined explicitly by the connection they had forged together with their partnership. Now they were partners for life.  She was the other half of him.  Jamie was her true soulmate.   She found comfort in his love and friendship and their partnership in Section was one built on trust and respect for one another. She couldn’t control the feelings that ricocheted through her body knowing that he was hers.  He was her husband, her heart, her soul. She bloody well couldn’t do without him, and that was about it. Jamie was the only one she wanted to be with, to share her life with. Laugh with.  Love with.  Grow old with. 

The day they married was the most wonderful day of her life. To know that she was really his wife, that there were no secrets anymore, no hiding their relationship and definitely no recrimination from those who knew nothing of what love was between a man and a woman … Madeline and Operations, was all that mattered. When she walked down towards her groom, her heart leapt in her chest.  Her breath seemed to leave her lungs for Jamie looked so positively resplendent and handsome in his kilt, that she suddenly had wicked thoughts of wanting to fling him to the ground and commit ravishment on his glorious body.  Their eyes held and it was as if she was floating on air as she moved closer to him. His eyes hypnotised her until she was captivated and was drowning in the depths of the desire hidden there. His piercing look burned her soul.

James Fraser was a man in love who was letting her know his true feelings for her.  It was radiating from his intense blue eyes which remained fixed on her with every step she took towards him.  As if in a dreamlike state she came closer and closer to where Jamie was waiting with such a devoted look in his eyes.  When they met in front of the priest, Jamie had taken her hand in his.  She had felt his touch ignite her body as if fireworks had exploded within her skin, and not unlike an electrical current flowing through her fingertips. It paralysed her that she couldn’t control the feelings that ricocheted through her body knowing that he was hers alone. In a dream like state, they had spoken their vows and when they had been pronounced husband and wife and Jamie had kissed her, she lost all consciousness in his embrace. They had heard the applause of their friends but it was not as loud as their two hearts beating in unison. God, she loved this man with every last breath in her body.  James Fraser was the love of her life. The one she adored.  Her one true love … He was her world.  He was everything to her, and each day she loved him more. Today she loved him more than yesterday and less than tomorrow, and she wanted to grow old with Jamie until they each drew their last breath.

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Marriage was a huge leap of faith, but it was their faith in each other, while spending every day with the person they loved, was what made the journey worthwhile.  It was the continuation of their life-long commitment oflove, trust and respect for one another.  They already had a partnership in Section of good communication and openness.  They listened to each other and shared ideas with honesty, and had the ability to compromise, as well as give constructive criticism if needs be. At home they spent time together but at the same time gave each other space in their togetherness when it was needed. They loved each other, truly loved each other.

As they lay together in their bed, with each sigh, gentle touch and look, Jamie and Claire experienced a deep feeling of intimacy and connection as they felt themselves slipping into a realm of deeper sexual union. Holding her husband close to her chest like a baby to the breast, Claire felt every inch of his skin. Resting his head on her comforting breast Jamie was lost in the essence of the woman in his arms … the love of his life.  His wife … Claire Fraser.

"I've only known one love in my life, and that was with you, mo luaidh," Jamie declared as his eyes drifted shut.

Sighing, Claire closed her eyes as well as they both succumbed to an exhausted but sated sleep once more. Hence it was late morning when James Fraser eventually arose from their marital bed, as the pangs of hunger had made his stomach growl.

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Claire Fraser felt Jamie rise from the bed. Leaning one hand on her cheek and with a satisfied grin on her face, she smugly watched her husband’s naked torso in appraisal as he began to walk away.  Claire couldn’t help it. She never tired of looking at him.  Her eyes slowly traversed all the plains of his wickedly sensuous body of the man who was all hers.   Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but admire his naked torso, the curvature of his round backside and the muscles of his back, his sinuous arms and the strength of those strong, hard thighs that she could wrap her legs around in a vice. 

“Come back to bed Jamie …”  Claire sighed languidly rubbing the empty mattress beside her, “… it’s our honeymoon after all.”

“I’ll be there in a moment, mo chridhe … I’m just getting us something to eat.  I have to keep up my stamina because my wife is insatiable,” he answered roguishly with a mischievous eyebrow raise.

“It must be mutual then … My husband cannot get enough of me too it seems.”

“Aye ... ‘tis true, Mrs. Fraser …” he replied cheekily looking over to the unkempt bed where they had spent most of their time in over the past couple of days. “Ye have worn me out my love.”

“Surely you jest, Mr. Fraser,” Claire replied with an equally mischievous glance. “You are in perfect physical condition. I cannot believe that it is you who have overexerted yourself … when it is I …”

Jamie smirked at her unfinished words, while challenging her to finish what she was saying. “I what? My wife?”

“I … I have perfect stamina for these one-on-one workouts you put me through. You did train me after all. Come back to bed and let me show you just how much endurance I still have,” she teased impishly.

Jamie gave her a lascivious look as if to say … “I will test out that theory shortly when I return Sorcha.”

Turning once more, he looked at her with a promise that he’d be back as soon as possible and slowly walked into the kitchen to retrieve some nibbles they could eat.  Watching him with a satisfied grin on her face, Claire sighed a little breathlessly and lay back against the pillows.  Her husband was perfection … and every glorious inch of his magnificent body belonged to her. 

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As she lay there, Claire lovingly toyed with the exquisite filigree ring Jamie had finally placed on her finger at their wedding.  She had worn this beautiful ring with the engraved inscription … Da mi basia mille … around her neck close to her heart but out of sight.  Jamie had given her this ring with the promise of a thousand kisses, and a thousand more times over of the kisses they would share.  Her wonderful, romantic man had given her a solemn promise that night when he had given her this ring, and now she could wear it so that everyone knew that she was his, and he was hers.

She remembered being totally overwhelmed at the symbolic and meaningful bespoke ring, and her heart had filled with the joys of promises he made that night. Jamie had laid out what was in his heart for her to see.  This ring symbolized the serenity and purity of their relationship. It was his vow of fidelity and commitment, but it also revealed his deep abiding love for her.  Jamie was giving her his word of honour that night that it was his promise for marriage and of his eternal devotion.

Claire smiled as she looked at her ring once more.  His promises had come to fruition and they were well and truly on their way to those thousand kisses ten times over.  When she looked at it, she couldn’t help but remember back to their wedding day when the two of them became one. 

It had been the most wonderful day of her life.  It had been a simple, but romantic wedding ceremony in Letitia Chisholm’s glorious garden a few days ago. Jamie had looked so dashing in his Fraser’s kilt; she had dressed in an ethereal vintage white gown with a crown of flowers in her hair. She had been so very happy that the smile that bowed her lips seemed to be permanently plastered on her face. She was so head over heels in love with the man she was about to marry.

The day itself was magical. It was perfect in every way. Her Uncle Lamb had walked her down the aisle to meet the man of her dreams to where the priest was waiting.  She had kissed her uncle on the cheek and she couldn’t help but notice the tears of happiness that had welled up in his eyes. But it was Jamie’s penetrating gaze as he watched her approach him that had her floating on air. Their eyes had locked on each other’s and the love radiating from their gazes was so intense that she felt her heart leap from her chest. 

Their wedding vows had been spoken with such reverence and love that it was as if they were the only two people there with the priest, and all those around them had faded into oblivion. Then, when they kissed, her heart had burst with the knowledge that she was now truly his in name, body and soul … she was Mrs. Claire Fraser and Jamie was her husband.

Murtagh had seemed quite emotional too, as he and Bóinne watched them repeat their vows. No doubt he was thinking about his own wedding to his wife just a few weeks ago. Then the look on Fergus Claudel’s face when Marsali MacKimmie had caught her wedding bouquet had been priceless, but she knew that this young couple would most assuredly be the next to marry.

Although she and Jamie never wanted their wedding day to end, they couldn’t wait to be together, just the two of them alone and begin their honeymoon. And now here they were in their special place where memories were made, and it had been everything and more than she had ever expected.   

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Despite never giving their roles at Section One another thought since they had arrived here, nevertheless thinking of their friends just now, had Claire’s thoughts turning to how things had transformed for the better, not only in their lives, but at Section too.

When they had taken over the leadership, much had changed in Section since Jamie had become the new Operations and she his second in command. The atmosphere in the organization had shifted dramatically and the place seemed to be more harmonious than ever before.  Missions had gone well. Terrorists were captured and were still tortured by Henry and Elizabeth, but their methods were less barbaric, however they still achieved the same results with this change of direction.  Section One was running smoothly.  She and Jamie had not always been able to be physically present on missions, but his strategic profiling had seen their operatives carry out successful end games nonetheless. They had only called on Letitia Chisholm one time when they went undercover on the Stonner mission as a married couple, which they didn’t need much preparation for having been in the role often.  However, a mission and the real deal were so polar opposites that she couldn’t believe how much a ring on her finger had changed the dynamics so conclusively.  It felt different from playing a married couple to now actually being one.   

Although she knew that everything would be running as normal back at Section One, these thoughts jostled in her head and realizing that Jamie was taking his good time getting something to eat, Claire called out his name to gain his attention.

“Jamie!”

“What is it my love?” he replied returning from the kitchen with a plate of cheese, fruit and some whisky for the two of them.

“What do you think is happening back at Section while we are away?”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach.  Letitia will have everything in hand. Section will be ticking over as usual without us there.  They can manage for two weeks surely.”

“I guess so … it’s just that …”

He grinned at her. “You miss everyone don’t ye Claire?”

“I do, just a little … but I am so loving our time here more my love.  This is our special place for special memories and none more so than our idyllic honeymoon. I doubt if I will want to return to Section when it is over.”

“Our honeymoon will never be over, mo ghràidh.  We have a lifetime of days like these to come,” Jamie replied with an intense look that made her breath hitch.

Catching each other’s gazes across the room, Claire felt giddish as her heart leapt in her chest at his response.  She smiled happily as she watched her husband walk back over to the bed.  Placing the decanter, two glasses and plate on the bedside table, Jamie sat down on the mattress. Claire felt the bed dip slightly with his weight as he leaned over towards her, as she in turn rolled over closer to where he sat. Tenderly Jamie placed a small piece of cheese into her mouth with his fingertips. Munching on the morsel, their eyes held each other’s as Claire rubbed his arm up and down with the tips of her fingers lightly scraping the muscles as she did so.

His wife’s radiant nakedness under the covers sent Jamie’s heart into arrhythmia at the thought of their couplings a little while ago and those throughout the night as they had repeatedly made love.  His Claire was the most stunning woman he had ever seen and her beauty was not just visible to the naked eye, she was beautiful in every way possible. 

“I did warn ye, mo luaidh, about making memories here.”

“Yes, you did.”

She moved up in the bed until she was level with Jamie.  Their eyes held one another’s in a piercing stare that registered deep within their hearts.

“When I touch you …”  Jamie’s fingertip rubbed lightly under her chin as he spoke.

Claire leaned towards him. They rubbed noses in a little Eskimo kiss that she loved to receive and give.

“… I feel my heart pound in my chest mo chridhe … I feel that my heart could burst right out of my body.  I love ye so much Sassenach. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”

“Nor I you, James Fraser,” she replied kissing him heralding the depth of feeling she had for this special man.”

“Are ye happy Sorcha?”

“Happier than I have ever been. I am truly happy just being here with you.”

Claire Elizabeth Fraser … my wife, Jamie thought, a smile suddenly appearing on his face and widening even more when she reciprocated his grin.

My husband … James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser, Claire thought as well.

“I dinna want to hear another word about Section One while we are here, mo leannan,” he teased bopping her on the nose playfully. “It is just the two of us now.”

“I promise … I won’t say another word, Jamie. Whatever happens in Section, stays in Section until we get back.”

“We are not to be contacted and are off the grid for the duration of our honeymoon. So, I’m going to hold ye to that promise, Claire Fraser.”

“You have my word, James Fraser.”

Leaning in closer and closer to his wife's smiling face, Jamie declared, “Then kiss me, Claire. And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

“Gladly.”

With those words the honeymooners soon forgot all discussion of those back at Section One as they kissed passionately. They both thought nothing more of mission profiles, terrorists, their operatives or what decisions were being made by Letitia Chisholm, for they again succumbed to the blissful conjugal joys of being giddy newlyweds.

THE END

Gaelic and meaning …

Mo ghràidh – My love        

Mo luaidh – My darling

Mo leannan – My sweetheart        

Mo chridhe – My heart

Tha gaol agam ort – I love you

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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Headcanon #230

Headcanons 230 and 232 are cross-posted as a set on AO3.

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Amy worked with Team Dark on an undercover mission one night and hung out at their apartment afterward. They picked up Sonic along the way. Much to Shadow’s annoyance, Amy clung to Sonic and fawned over him all night. He thought he was hiding his irritation well until she spoke up.

“Is something wrong, Shadow? You look upset.”

Shadow crossed his arms. He averted his gaze from Amy’s concerned pout and tried to ignore the arm she’d linked with Sonic’s. “I’m fine.”

Amy tilted her head. “It’s okay, Shadow, you can tell us!”

Rouge recognized the problem and jumped in. “Don’t worry. Shadow’s been in a weird state of mind today.”

Sonic laughed. “Sounds like Shadow, alright! You know how he is.” Shadow nodded at Rouge in gratitude, then shot a simmering glare at Sonic that made him recoil.

That wasn’t the end of it. “NEGATIVE! I KNOW THE PROBLEM. SHADOW HAS BEEN SHOWING SIGNS OF ENVY,” Omega chimed in. Rouge cringed, and Shadow’s blood went cold.

Sonic paled. “I, uh...just remembered! I need to...go to bed! Right now.”

He hurriedly wiggled out of Amy’s grasp, even as she protested. “But it’s only nine o’clock! Why--”

“I have an early day tomorrow, that’s all!” he insisted, weaseling out of the awkward situation he knew was coming. “Night, everyone!” He was gone in the blink of an eye. Amy let out a sad whine, and Shadow’s heart clenched at the sound. He growled under his breath.

He ran away from her. Again.

Sonic’s departure didn’t distract Amy from the topic at hand. She turned back to Omega. “What’s Shadow envious about?”

Shadow’s heart pounded. “Nothing,” he cut in, hoping the panic didn’t show on his face. “Omega doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He shot a warning glare at his friend.

Omega was far too proud of himself to catch the hint. “THAT IS INCORRECT. ROUGE HAS BEEN INSTRUCTING ME ON SOCIAL CONVENTIONS. I AM LEARNING QUICKLY!” Shadow’s eye twitched. Rouge shrugged sheepishly.

Amy sighed and laughed. “Boy, have I been there! I know exactly how you feel, Shadow.”

Shadow kept his mouth shut. This is not what I need to hear right now.

“I get jealous over Sonic all the time,” she continued. “I know I should be confident, but it’s hard when someone’s all over him, y’know?”

Shadow grit his teeth. “I can only imagine.”

Omega swiveled between them. He spoke to Rouge, holding a clawed hand up to his face as if he were whispering. “I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. IT IS UNLIKE AMY ROSE TO BE CRUEL.”

“I’m not being cruel!” Amy replied, indignant. “I'm trying to help."

Shadow’s jaw clenched. “I’m all set, thanks.”

“AHA!” Omega declared, sounding triumphant. “I HAVE ANALYZED THE PROBLEM. AMY ROSE IS NOT AWARE OF WHO--”

“No, don’t tell me, Omega!” Amy interrupted. “Shadow’s a private person. I don’t need to pry.”

Shadow calmed down, and his heart thumped at her sweet, understanding smile. The feeling was swiftly spoiled. “It gets easier when I remember how amazing Sonic is! Of course he gets lots of attention.” Amy sighed and clasped her hands under her chin. “That’s what happens when your soulmate is heroic, selfless, kind, a great leader...”

Shadow’s grimace was bitter and pained. “Yeah. I know.”

Omega turned to Rouge again. “I STILL DO NOT COMPREHEND WHY I CANNOT JUST TELL HER. THE SITUATION WOULD BE SIMPLIFIED.”

Rouge covered her face in exasperation, then peeked up again. “Omega, why don’t you power down for the night?”

“BUT MY BATTERY IS NOT LOW, AND SOCIAL CONVENTIONS DICTATE THAT IT IS RUDE TO ABANDON GUESTS--”

“Omega. Bedtime.”

At Rouge’s firm command, Omega departed. “ORGANICS REMAIN INCOMPREHENSIBLE. ROBOT SUPERIORITY IS APPARENT ONCE MORE.”

“I think I know Omega’s next lesson,” Rouge muttered. Shadow snorted. Amy looked confused, so Rouge changed the subject.

--

Shadow brought Amy home later. She turned to him on her porch and took his hands in hers.

“Don’t worry, Shadow! Anyone who’s managed to catch your eye must be amazing! I’m sure you two would be great together!”

Shadow gazed at her brilliant smile. He opened his mouth to speak, then sighed and looked down at their joined hands. “Yeah. We would.”

Amy pulled him into a hug, then opened her front door. “Good luck to both of us!”

She shut the door, and he lingered for a few seconds before teleporting back home. He sighed and held himself in tired frustration.

At this rate, I’ll need all the luck I can get.

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((Inspired by this post referencing IDW Issue #36. That’s jealousy if I’ve ever seen it. Also, Amy’s tail is wagging again, and it’s just as adorable as before.))

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#5

I heard back from Hosted Games!

And The Golden Rose's submission has officially been received! I'll admit, I was growing a tiny bit worried about the lack of a reply, thinking that maybe I messed up the submission in some way, so I almost squealed when I saw the email notification. 😄

Next, the game is being sent to Content Review. I reckon this is when they read the Rose and send me back their review along with anything I need to alter - which I hope won't be too much! This is the first time any of my work will be "professionally reviewed" and it is intimidating! But a part of me is also really curious about what they're going to say. Is my work worth publishing? Isn't that the golden question.

There is a bit of a queue, however - which is great, it means a lot of games are coming out! - and the Rose is quite a big game (one million and two hundred thousand words long) so I expect this process will take a while.

In the meanwhile, they sent me some supplementary documents to read and a list of assets they need from me before publication. I'll read everything carefully tomorrow, but I expect to start working on the outline for Book 2 on Monday. The writing itch has been increasingly harder to ignore. I've been doing so much reading lately, it makes me want to grab a pen even more!

So that is all! One more step forward. Patience truly is a virtue, one that I have always struggled with, so of course, life decided to put me to the test once more xD

Have a great rest of the week! 🌹

398 notes • Posted 2021-08-19 22:39:12 GMT

#4

Announcement

Hello, everyone! I've been wanting to make this post for a while, but I wanted to be sure before I shared anything, for only a fool makes the same mistake twice - and this one, in a row. 

As you may be aware, I did two weeks of beta testing with close to 45 wonderful testers participating. And the reviews were overwhelmingly positive (seriously, you guys gave me such a boost in confidence 😭). It made me even more eager to share this game with everyone - to read all your thoughts and reactions about it. 

However. However, three of those testers said something that cut me deep. Because the hardest criticism to hear is the one that deep down, you agree with. They told me that the ending was lacking. Not because of the content, but because it cut abruptly. It left them wanting for more, but not in the satisfying way you feel after a big, hearty meal. Looking forward to trying more dishes from the same cook. It left them looking for more as in: I am almost full, but something is missing still. 

I picked the cut-off point between Book 1 and 2 based on an image I had in my head - a mix of red and blue in a dramatic blaze. But, I realized as I read the reviews of these three testers, that I picked the cut-off point wrong. 

It needs more. The book needs one final chapter. 

And it is such an easy fix. What would be the beginning of Book 2 is now the end of the first one. So, I left my self-pitying aside and did what I love to do. I wrote! And have thus finished the first draft of Chapter 8 - the new final chapter. 

And... I love it. I am in love with it. Chapter 6 was my previous favorite chapter, but this one now takes the cake. It ties the whole book together so much more perfectly, with threads and clues coming united and how did I not realize this sooner? Why did I ever consider releasing the Book as it was before? I cannot stress how important it is to have fresh eyes looking at your work. 

Because I have all the answers in my head, everything makes sense to me. So, in my eyes, the first ending would have been perfect - because I had knowledge that, of course, the readers can't have! It seems so simple, but after you work on something alone for so many months, it's so easy to fall into this trap. This is a mistake I am vowing never to commit again. 

I am beyond grateful to my testers. They allowed me to craft this first Book into what it should have been all along. So much so that I'm embarrassed now about the whole beta process altogether - for I showed what I now consider an incomplete game to all of these wonderful people. 

All of this to say? I need about an extra month/month and a half to truly finish The Golden Rose. I am not done yet, as I have foolishly announced before. 

I know this will probably disappoint some of you - and you have every right to feel so. I am really sorry. I've been getting so many messages of support and excitement about the game, and I appreciate them so much. So it's with a very heavy heart that I'm telling you that I need more time. 

But, on the bright side, you'll have a longer game and more content to play once it does come out! 95% of the game is DONE - as in, coded and edited and shining. I've fixed all the continuity errors, all the bugs, and while I'm sure some typos have slipped through the cracks, at least the most outrageous ones are corrected too. 

The Rose is so close to being ready - I just need to add its finishing touches. And it will be such a better book because of them. 

Because I want to be completely transparent, I'll share my to-do list before submitting the game:

Finish the second draft of chapter 8 and the new Epilogue.

Write all the suggestions/expansion of choices from my beta testers.

Put it all into code.

Do one week of extensive playtesting.

Storytelling is one hell of a craft. It's a difficult one, oftentimes, a cruel one too. But it's one that, as long as you practice it, you get better. It may take months and years, it may be so slow, it seems as if you stand perpetually in the same place. But you get better. 

I've learned a lot, and I hope to continue learning even more. This was a particularly hard lesson to learn. A hard one to accept. One more chapter. I hope you all can understand. 

Have a great week, everyone! And I'll be sharing all the progress I make. I'm so EXCITED to start writing the second draft!!!! 🌹

426 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 16:31:02 GMT

#3

Hadrians heart rate when mc leans against him on the horse

Hadrians heart rate when mc holds his hands afterwards

His back is so straight, it could be made of stone.

Hadrian barely dares to breathe, the only air allowed out is through the tiniest crack in his lips. His face is heating, both from the pressure in his lungs and the intensity of your proximity.

Lord in Heaven.

He shouldn't have invited you to ride with him, but he had to. Billy seemed exhausted, and Hadrian couldn't bear to see you walk. Not after the roughness of the road, not after the bandits and that sword that had come so close to-

Hadrian briefly closes his eyes as you shift in front of him. Your legs on the saddle brush against his tighs, and Lord, he should have just given you Elly. He could have walked, why didn't he think it? But as his fingers tighten on the reigns, a small voice at the back of his head, a treasonous, sinful, undeserving voice whispers that he lies to himself. That he wouldn't have it any other way, now would he? The false decent of man that he is.

"... and beyond, the harbor."

Alessa's voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Hadrian opens his eyes to the night once again. Tarragona materializes in front of him, the road starting to ascend to the top of a hill.

Hadrian shakes his head. There are more important things to worry about. Like the maps, and this Rafael, and the fact that both you and Alessa kept him in the dark for so long. You don't trust him, he tells himself for the hundredth time. A dark wave starts to spill over his thoughts as Hadrian's eyes darken. You don't trust him, and why should you?

The road is steeper, Elly's hooves struggle for a moment, and you fall back on the saddle. Hadrian doesn't have time to process as a warm weight presses on his chest. It's not sudden but gradual, like the shift of slow-moving sands in the landscape of a desert. You don't clash against him, but melt instead, first your lower back, then your shoulder blades, and then his head is spinning when the back of your skull rests just between his collar bones.

His hands freeze on the reigns, his eyes fly open and if there's sand in his thoughts, there is sand right now in his throat and his ears and his tongue because they all feel numb and rough and Father from above, he can smell your hair and it sends his already spinning thoughts into a violent whirlwind.

He can feel his body locking, and vaguely, between the madness, he can feel you stiffing too. Can feel your hands twisting, can feel you start to lean away-

Hadrian lets out a sharp exhale. He's an idiot, one that you don't trust, but he's not as big an idiot as to let this go. His arms bend, and tentatively, feeling the tips of his ears burn with the fire of a thousand suns, he rests one hand against your stomach. He feels your intake of breath through both his fingertips and his chest, and he smiles, then, when you nuzzle closer still.

Father, you bless me.

His chin rests on top of your head, and Hadrian decides that he's done thinking. You're in his arms, on top of Elly, and the city doesn't look as menacing as before.

"The road eventually drives towards the sea." Alessa's voice cuts through the silence like a knife. She is staring with narrowed eyes. "But we will go east, find our way into the residential district."

His smile doesn't waver. He's done thinking. He can't. Not as his thoughts are made of senses, and those... those can feel nothing beyond you.

- - -

Your arms are wrapped around her, and Alessa does not mean to, but she can feel her spine lose its strength. Even as she rests against you, Alessa tries to keep her composure, tries to keep from making a complete fool of herself.

You hum faintly, the vibrations traveling from your chest and spreading through her back like the quakes following the step of a giant. And your voice tingles against her ear in a lazy rush that nonetheless makes a shiver run down her spine, and Alessa does not mean to. But whatever little distance her pride had forced her to keep disappears as she melts against you.

'Tis such a warm night, and tiredness looms too closely at the edges of her sight, and she did not mean to. But a sigh leaves her parted lips as you tuck her in, your warmth not unpleasant, your closeness much too safe and she is a fool, but Alessa decides then, that for the ride, just for this ride, she will not mind it so.

She will not mind it as the Devil's Bridge comes into view. She will not mind it as Kroner walks through the streets of Tarragona, with shadows on the corners and buildings with too many windows, too many possible hidden eyes. She will not mind it, she commands herself through clenched teeth and restless fingers. She will-

Your hands suddenly envelop her own. Alessa blinks and looks down to see your fingers intertwining with hers, your thumb making little soothing circles against her skin. The leather of the reigns feels too rough as she clenches them tight, as she instinctively locks all her joints and feels adrenaline spike as if she's rushing for combat.

She is too cold, she knows. Too cold because your hands, so comforting, lose their confidence. Alessa can feel your hesitance, and above all, in this short moment, in this ride she did not plan but can never regret, Alessa wishes to reassure you.

So, stiffly, always too stiff, she grabs your hands back and accepts your touch. Your cheek brushes her forehead, and she almost swears she can feel you smiling.

Fool.

But so is she, because Alessa smiles a secret smile as her muscles lose all tension and you intertwine as closely as your hands. Her fingertips find your wrist, and in there, she seeks the soft, faint rhythm of your heart. She cannot feel it on her back, beating through your chest, but Alessa imagines that she does. She imagines the sound pouncing in tandem with the one on your wrist, the vibrations enveloping her in a strange, new reality.

They pull her down, away from her doubts and fears. Away from her worries and thoughts of treasures stolen by bitter former allies.

The inn is right ahead, but Alessa wishes that the road could somehow stretch, that time could slow or even halt altogether. Her skin is too cold, she knows. It always is. But in your hands, she can feel it warm. And in your arms, she can feel herself calm.

And with your breathing in her ears and your pulse in her hands, Alessa lets herself go.

For a while. Just for this ride.

465 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 16:11:56 GMT

#2

Finished The Golden Rose

It is done. The whole game is written, edited, and coded. It took me four more months than I expected - I wanted to have reached this stage before the turn of the year - but then again, I never did anticipate reaching the million-word count.

When I started writing the Rose, the one thing I wanted was to make a game that I would like to have played. And I can say, proudly, that it is. I hope you'll all like it, of course, but at least I managed to meet my very first and most important goal.

Next, it follows the Beta testing. I think I will run it for about two weeks. I am... very nervous about it. The thought of people actually playing the whole game is both terrifying and exhilarating. I'll probably shake when those first reactions arrive 😩.

This is not a call for beta testers! I need to organize myself first. So please, don't send me applications yet!

The ship is not yet quite docked, but firm land is on sight. And what a journey it has been, uh? I hope the week goes amazing to you all! 🌹

595 notes • Posted 2021-04-11 15:48:01 GMT

#1

Submitted The Golden Rose

It is done. The edits are finished, the email is sent, and this project, this passion, this behemoth of an undertaking is thus completed. 

I can still barely believe it. 

I know there's still road to walk before publication, but right now, I feel like it's out of my hands. The Rose has gained wings, and it flies away from me. And I cannot wait until it's there for you all to see. 

I want to thank everyone who walked with me along this journey, either from the very beginning, when we were all still starry-eyed travelers and had no idea how many miles stretched before us. Or those who joined recently, lending me your enthusiasm, making me strengthen my weary spirit. 

I know it sounds so cheap and cliche, but I could never have done this without all your support. I mean it. I know the blog has been terribly quiet since I've been 100% focused on finishing Book One, on accomplishing exactly this: submitting the game. But all the likes on my progress update posts, all the comments and reblogs, and the supportive asks. It all meant so much. 

I've said before how writing can be so incredibly lonely, but you have all made it that it wasn't. Somehow, by some miracle, it really wasn't. 

So, thank you. Thank you so very much. 

I'll have a few moments of rest in the shade, allow my blistering feet to heal for a bit. Maybe listen to the wind rustling the tree leaves, and feel its touch on my heated skin. I'll allow myself to close my eyes and watch the sunlight through the thin layer of my eyelids. I'll rest this burden for a while. Just a little while. 

Because I've been dreaming of Book 2, and I feel its pull. So I'll take a rest. I'll take a respite. Before straightening up and continue on that road that goes forever forward, chasing the impossible line of the horizon. 

Have a great weekend everyone! 🌹

940 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 21:11:54 GMT

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[writingsbychlo]

17, 101 and 232 with stiles maybe??

“Look what you do to me.” + “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.” + “It’s just a bikini.”

Stiles was confident in every aspect of his life, except when it came to girls. He had spent years fawning over Lydia, only to be shot down time and time again, and though his break up with Malia had been mutual, she had ended up with Scott. Dammit, Stiles was happy for them, but she moved on to someone super hot pretty quick, and he was no single for almost two years.

He didn’t love easy, he didn’t do simple crushes, Stiles was an all or nothing kind of guy, and right now his all was in yet another girl who he deemed to be way out of his league. A cheerleader for the college teams, a body that would make supermodels weep, and a personality that put saints to shame. A whole package, except, Stiles wasn’t really sure you knew who he was. 

Your friendships groups ran the same, you were in a lot of the same group chats, and attended a lot of the same events, and you would talk on a regular basis. He’d managed to pull himself together enough to be what he desperately hoped was flirting, but he really couldn't tell, because sometimes it seemed like you were flirting back and sometimes he just couldn't tell.

Stiles was busy scrolling through Instagram and trying not to click onto your page to stare longingly at the photos you had posted from your trip to the beach, his jaw dropping at some of your more recent ones. An all-black bikini with white polka dots, your hair wet and water running down you body from your shots in the sea.

Wet skin, tanned legs, sandy and messy and looking thoroughly fucked out, and he dropped a hand to his crotch without restraint. It felt dirty and wrong, to be getting off at the sight of you, but he couldn’t help it. Snatching his hand away from the front of his sweats alike it had burned him, he bit down on his lower lip to suppress his groan, and almost jumped when a new texts came through.

He felt his mouth go dry as your name came up, and he wasn’t aware you even had his number saved, not like he had since the day you’d given it to him and the rest of your friends over a year ago, and he’d been building up the courage to text you since. Clicking on the notification, his breath hitched at the message, and he stilled as he tried to work out how to respond.

[Y/N 😍] had fun at the beach w/ u the other day, u looked hot in when you went swimming.

He wasn’t exactly sure you even knew who he was, never mind that you had gone out of your way to text him, it didn’t feel real, but that was a flirty text and he wanted more than anything to indulge.

not nearly as hot as u did. just seen ur new pics, not sure I can handle them.

He added a few winks afterwards, and lifted his thumb up to his lips and nibbled on the nail, anxiety flooding his body, but then that little grey bubble popped up at the bottom of the screen, and he let out a breath of relief.

[Y/N 😍] really? it’s just a bikini.

He let out a ragged laugh at the thought, rolling his eyes as he tried to think up a response, but you were tying again already, and he rose his eyebrows as he waited to see what you had to say, the words flashing up on the screen winding him and leaving him panting for breath, cock twitching in his pants.

[Y/N 😍] I look better naked, anyway.

He couldn't stop himself, dipping his hand into his sweats, palming over his boxers and squeezing his cock through the material, his hips jerking up into his hands.

I bet you do, princess.

Only a second later, your response was coming through, a picture this time as you stood before your mirror in nothing but a pair of dark blue lace panties, one hand cupping your tits to hide them from his view, and he let out a broken sob at the sight. Dropping his phone for only a second, be shuffled his sweats and boxers down his legs, taking his cock in his hand and finally getting his hand on himself, before a wicked idea passed across his mind.

Snapping a picture as he pumped himself, he dropped it back to you, swallowing thickly and adding a caption a second later. 

look what you do to me.

It took you a second before you responded, and his head as spinning as he stared at the image you’d sent, his cock twitching in his hand as he squeezed himself roughly and began to drag himself closer and closer to the edge.

[Y/N 😍] fuck, Stiles. wish u were here right now.

So, you did know it was him that you’d texted, that you were currently getting off with, and the accompanying picture of your chest freed for him, a hand tastefully tucked under your panties low enough for him to know exactly where your fingers were was what left him in a sticky and panting mess of his own cum seconds later.

He didn’t care about the mess he’d made, or the cleanup he’d have later form the cum on his sheets, all he cared about was replying to you as fast as he possibly could.

I could be there in ten minutes.

He was already up and scrubbing his chest with tissues, pulling a shirt onto his head and looking for some shoes when his phone chimed with a response from you.

[Y/N 😍] better be quick, or I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.

He tugged sneakers onto his feet and grabbed his keys, smirking as he slammed his door shut on the bedroom and bedding to be dealt with later, typing with one hand as he moved.

not if I have any input.

#stiles stilinski x reader #Anonymous

[cowboyshit]

Hi there, my name's Libby! I'm a new writer over at Wrestle Inn and I was wondering if you would be able help me with an article? Your gif set of Adam and his shirts is absolute gold! I was wondering if you'd be able to share the dates and episodes of the gif's you made? I would love to chat more with you about it, and of course, credit you for any of your help!

well hello there libby!!! I’d be happy to help 🥰 hopefully I’m not replying to you too late, but here’s the information I have on Adam’s pearl snaps to date - not just those I included in the gifset. If you need me to specify which is which, just let me know! Also, I was going to privately reply to this but I tend to enjoy making gifsets of Adam in his peal snaps, so I’m going to publish this list for myself and if anyone else is curious as well! anyways, feel free to come at me with any questions you may have!!! always happy to talk anything and everything hangman over here 🥰🥰🥰

multi-color flower pearl snap (the first pearl snap he wore) - January 1, 2020 episode of Dynamite; also wore it on September 2, 2020 episode of Dynamite and on Episode 185 of Being the Elite, as well as when the AEW stars went to the New York Toy Fair which I believe was February 28, 2020.

purple with white roses (technically just a button-up and not a pearl snap, but I include it just because I like it so much) - January 29, 2020 episode of Dynamite, I believe he’s also worn it for an interview with WrestleINC on September 18, 2020

white with pink roses & purple longhorn pearl snap - February 26, 2020, episode of Dynamite (he also wore it when he read his children’s book on IG live on April 17, 2020)

black with white flowers pearl snap - March 4, 2020 episode of Dynamite, he’s also worn it on the August 27, 2020 episode of Dynamite as well as the episode that aired on January 13, 2021 and on BTE Episode 194, and for Highspots Virtual Gimmick Table on August 6, 2020.

pink & white checkered pearl snap (this is actually a red checker pearl snap with cream/off-white shoulders but lighting/coloring makes it look pink) - June 10, 2020 episode of Dynamite, he’s also worn it on BTE Episode 209, and during a promo package with Kenny on June 24, 2020 episode of Dynamite

light blue with small white print design - July 15, 2020 episode of Dynamite and episode 213 of BTE

dark blue with a very faint design (might be a button-up over a pearl snap, he only wore it once when FTR signed their contracts on Dynamite) - July 29, 2020 episode of Dynamite

horses white & blue pearl snap - wore it on August 12, 2020 episode of Dynamite (I feel like he’s worn this a second time, but I can’t recall and don’t have it written down anywhere)

black with boots/saddle/cactus pearl snap - August 19, 2020 episode of Dynamite

soft blue with white, floral pattern trim button up - September 9, 2020 episode of Dynamite and episode 221 of Being the Elite.

dark blue with white tassels pearl snap - wore on September 30, 2020 episode of Dynamite and Episode 224 of BTE, also the little social media clip where the talent was trying to sing-along to Judas (I thought it was on the Road to Jericho 30 episode but couldn’t find it there) and also for a few quick seconds on The History of A Revolution: An All Elite Wrestling and Director X Collaboration (November 18, 2020) where he was riding that pretty leopard appaloosa.

black with red/green flower pearl snap - November 4, 2020, episode of Dynamite both for a behind-the-scenes interview and when he came out to the ring at the end of the episode

bucking bull at sunset pearl snap - December 9, 2020, episode of Dynamite as well as BTE Episode 234

purple and white pearl snap - post-revolution media scrum on March 7, 2021

maroon/purple pearl snap - March 10, 2021 episode of dynamite

(also I didn’t include a couple of his flannel button-ups he’s worn or the black with the white print button up he wore on the Dynamite episode prior to the Stadium Stampede (when he ran up the football field) or the bucking bull pearl snap he only wore on BTE episode 232)

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Chapter 232: Wicked Game, Pt 2

"Li?" Aphrodite asked curiously.

"Yes Goddess...I am of that Li bloodline and I present to you the sacred jar of my people. The Mu…" he said, as the spectators marveled at the glowing jar.

"Don't let him fool you...he's not the good man his ancestor may have been," Patricia warned.

"I am simply a man that wants the secrets to his heritage unlocked and I believe it is within this jar. Now...the children of the sun will open it for me," he said.

"Truest loves," Snow corrected.

"And what if we don't?" David asked. He smirked.

"Then the blood of every person in this room will be on your hands…" he threatened.

"What do you plan to do if we don't?" Snow asked in alarm. He smirked.

"I believe it is better if you do not know, my dear. It is not for the squeamish and I'm afraid the carnage will be quite severe if you do not open the jar," he urged.

"Do you have any idea what is in the jar?" David asked the Goddess. But she shook her head.

"Tao would never tell me...he never fully trusted me, because my father was Zeus. And he forbade Esteban and Zia from telling me as well," she admitted.

"They did have true love, but it was secrets and mistrust like this that led to all the corruption around them and eventually their untimely deaths," Aphrodite said.

"Evil was never meant to fester like it did, but there was six hundred years without a pair of truest loves to stand for good and justice. I think you both know how dark things can be without love," she added. Snow squeezed his hand and leaned her head against his arm. She knew all too well. She had once taken a potion to forget him and became the worst version of herself.

"Yes...their abysmal failure has fallen on you, their successors. Unfortunately, you shall fail too," Li said.

"Clearly you don't know us…" David said.

"There are no secrets between us...no mistrust," he added, as he looked at her and gently cupped her cheek in his palm, making her smile.

"And we're surrounded by friends and family that have our backs," Snow added.

"That is why I knew you two would be my greatest champions, so you will most certainly fail, Mr. Li. Not even the likes of Seth, a God killer, could stand against this true love," Aphrodite added. He smirked.

"Oh, I don't intend to stand against them. I intend for them to release whatever is inside this jar and take hold of its power. Your refusal will bring this entire building down upon our heads," he warned.

"With what? What have you done?" Regina asked.

"The lower levels of this museum have been wired with explosives. This entire thing can collapse in on itself, killing everyone here and destroying all this history...unless I get what I want," he threatened.

"You're bluffing," David challenged. He smirked.

"I do not bluff, Your Highness. I care nothing for these people. Their lives are insignificant," Li responded.

"No one is insignificant," Snow argued.

"Then do something!" Goldie snapped, as she now became concerned that he would make good on his threat.

"Just leave if you're so worried," Snow snapped at her.

"I don't think we have a choice. It's too risky to take a chance that the Chalice might be able to stop the blasts without knowing where he put the explosives," David whispered to her. She nodded and swallowed thickly, as they approached the pedestal where the jar rested. It glowed incessantly the closer they got to it and they could only wonder what was inside and if it would unleash horror. Snow and David touched the jar and were immediately thrust into a vision. It was hazy, but they were in what looked like a Throne room of a palace and they recognized the people in the room.

~*~

"You must never open the jar...for anyone, no matter what," Tao warned.

"My friend...we have seen what is in the jar. I hardly see why it's important," Esteban replied.

"You should know by now that things are rarely what they seem," Tao warned.

"What does it do?" Zia asked.

"It's sacred to my people. That's all you or your Goddess friend need to know," Tao replied shortly.

"When are you ever going to trust me," Zia questioned.

"It's not you...it's her. She is the daughter of Zeus," he argued.

"The Goddess is an ally…" Esteban assured him.

"Don't be naïve and even if she is, everyone around her isn't," he replied and they were quiet at that.

"And if something happens and we cannot guard the jar...you must have a backup plan," Esteban said.

"If the children of the sun cannot guard the key to my people's legacy...then it will be up to the sire of my bloodline to do so. Even then...you need more than the jar to unlock its secrets," Tao replied.

"And where are those secrets?" Zia asked. He smirked.

"Where else?" he asked in amusement.

"A book," she realized.

~*~

The vision ended and they exchanged a glance. They had no idea what was in that jar, but whatever object was concealed inside must have looked unexceptional to the eye. It was more riddles too, which was par for the course at this point. But whatever came out of that jar, they only hoped that Ichiro Suun Li had no idea what to do with it, for if he did have the knowledge, there was telling what that might mean.

"Fine...we'll open the jar for you and then you'll let everyone go," David said. He gave a curt nod and the jar glowed brightly, as they touched it. Snow touched the top of the jar and the seal closure dissolved. A poof of mist was released from the jar and they cautiously looked inside.

"Give me what's inside now!" Li demanded. David dumped the contents into his hands and he looked at the object in awe.

~*~

Once Killian docked the ship, Leroy was there with a van and took them all back to the station. Rose waited anxiously and ran to him the moment she saw him, throwing her arms around him. He smiled and ensconced her in his firm embrace, as she kissed him passionately.

"I was so worried…" she fretted, as their lips parted.

"I know, my angel...but I'm fine and the mission was a success," he replied, as he held her in his arms.

"I'm so glad you rescued them and no one was hurt," she said.

"No one except the doctor," Hyde mentioned, which drew their attention.

"What?" Emma asked.

"He's alive...but I lopped off his hands. He wasn't able to use his demon magic to regrow his limbs. While I'm sure he'll find a way to regain what he has now lost, it was still a victory since it seems that Hyde invented something that was definitely a match for him," Fandral replied.

"And that combination of science with the magic of the chalice could be the key. It might give my parents exactly what they need to end him for good," Emma realized.

"Yes...we were thinking that exactly," Fandral said.

"Which is good...considering the horror he has planned," Zorro replied, as Killian joined Emma and put his arm around her.

"He wants your star gem," he said wearily.

"Mine?" she asked.

"And your parents...siblings too and he has a way to do it," he revealed.

"I'm so sorry...I developed what he asked for. I didn't want to...but I couldn't let him hurt my daughter," Hiram apologized. She nodded.

"It's not your fault. Any of us would do anything for our kids," Emma said.

"So...what is this device?" Rose asked.

"A pair of gloves, not unlike the magic ones he has made for Rodmilla Tremaine. Except instead of giving the user synthetic magic, these gloves will allow him to rip hearts and extract the star gems, without damage to the heart," Fandral explained.

"He also built a staff of sorts to harness the gems and channel their power," Zorro said.

"Oh my God...he'd have control over us, wouldn't he?" Emma asked.

"I'm afraid so...we destroyed these abominations, but I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before he rebuilds them," Fandral replied.

"Yes...he has my blueprints, which means he can recreate my work now," Hiram said regrettably.

"Well...at least we know what he's up to now. But even with magic, Cora couldn't rip my heart when she tried. Though somehow I doubt Jekyll will have the same problem. He always seems to bypass our magic with science," Emma replied.

"But like you said, we know what he plans now and we can prepare," Fandral said. They nodded.

"Yeah...getting him away from that damned island is key I think and that won't be easy," Killian said.

"Yeah...but I know my parents. Between them, Gold, and Regina, they'll come up with something," Emma assured him, as she turned to Hiram and his daughter.

"Your place is still a mess, but we can drop you off at Granny's until your place can be cleaned up and repaired," Emma said.

"Thank you, but I have plenty of room at my place. They can stay with me," Hyde replied. She nodded.

"Thanks again for all the help. I'll tell my parents about everything and your new invention," she said. He nodded and turned to Fandral, before putting his hand out. Fandral accepted the gesture and shook his hand.

"Thank you for helping to save them," Hyde said.

"Anything for family," Fandral replied, as Rose put her arms around him and they watched them go. He looked down at her and rested his hand on the small swell there.

"Let's return home to our family," he suggested, as he kissed her gently.

"Us too," Emma agreed, as Leroy took over for the night shift and they went home for the evening.

~*~

King Runeard took a late night stroll that evening in Arendelle. He wore a thick cloak and a hood so as to not be recognized. But there were very few out and about in the twilight hours. It seemed his Kingdom knew peace, but peace had always made him a restless soul. He had great ambitions for Arendelle. Eliminating the threat of magic would have ensured that he could have grown Arendelle's armed forces and eventually invaded certain Kingdoms with no magical protection. At least, that had been the plan. The Northuldra posed a great threat if they decided to help other Kingdoms and that was why he had targeted them first. He planned to take them out and then move on the Kingdom furthest north in Misthaven.

At that time, few Kingdoms had magical protection and he knew enough about fairies to know that they wouldn't intervene in mortal wars. Zeus had rarely ever involved himself in mortal quarrels, unless his wayward family members found themselves entangled with mortals. Arendelle was to become a conquering nation and assimilate Misthaven accordingly. Peace meant nothing if you had no power to keep the peace. Or at least his version of peace, which meant control of anything and everything he could see.

Magic could spoil it all. Magic, to him, was the pathway to everything unnatural. He believed in working for everything you had and yet someone with magic could have it all with no effort at all. To him, the easy path was the path to destruction. Magic always came with a price, after all. But instead of his adversaries paying the price for their magic, he had paid that price. He had only been trying to rid the world of power no one should have and as a result, he was banished when that power sought to destroy him. He took pride in that. He had disrupted the balance and was punished for it.

His first years, wandering the desolate netherworld, had been uneventful. But one day, a vision came to him and he saw Arendelle under the onslaught of magic. Magic unleashed by his own bloodline, proving to him how devastating such power could be. The spirit of the Northuldra apparently had lived on, not only in his own bloodline, but another as well. The Northuldra had chosen a new bloodline to bestow its gifts upon. The children of parents, championed by a Goddess. In his absence, the magic had grown and spread like a disease, ensuring that no order could ever be restored. Unless he restored it. A reset could fix the problem.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" a female voice said, as he watched magic rule this world.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am Gothel...and I wanted the same as you. To unmake the world and return it to a former glory. But I failed, thanks to that little family," she said.

"You have magic too…" he said in disgust. She smirked.

"No longer...I don't even exist anymore. They erased me and now I am this," she said, as she touched a small sprout that had managed to grow from the desolate ground. He watched it wither and turn to ash.

"Everything I now touch dies...I now kill my lovely creations," she said sadly.

"A terrible existence, indeed. For you anyway," he said, as he approached.

"For me though...I would use such to unmake the world too. Magic must die. Only then can order be restored," he replied.

"Touch me and it will be you that turns to ash," she warned. But he surprised her and gripped her throat. His skin began to slowly turn gray, but he persisted to choke her, until the gray receded and began to turn on her. She looked at him with wide eyes, alarmed that he had easily overpowered her.

"I'm afraid not. I have been here much longer and know the tricks of this place," he boasted.

"And you are no longer a flower...you are nothing more than a weed that needs yanked out. You will wither...but this ability you have will pass to me," he added.

"And then...when I get free, the realms will get a do-over with me at the helm," he said. She barely screamed, as she turned to dust and her ability to drain life transferred to him.

In this new land, magic meant life and most importantly love. Light magic dueled with dark magic, but as far as he was concerned, it all needed wiped out. Only then would the elements go back to being balanced. Only when people were not wielding them could things be right. He looked at his hands in amazement. He had the power to shred everything down to nothing and start anew. And if he was ever freed, he would do so.

Now that he was free, he had spent his first few days observing this world and as he stared at his grand castle before him, his anger only grew. His own bloodline had been infected by the last of the Northuldra. But worse than that, an outsider sat on his former Throne; one from the very family chosen by the elements. It was an abomination, but he would soon rectify that.

The earlier scuffle with Dr. Jekyll had proven that he would only stand in the way of what Runeard wanted. He didn't like that the demon was impervious to his ability, but he was a patient man. He would let the doctor war with the Charmings and eventually lose. The other peons were of little concern. If they crossed him, then one touch would rid him of their nuisance. He turned back toward the Fjord and smirked, as he saw the waters beginning to churn violently. He would enjoy leaving these types of parting gifts in his wake though. As he made his way back to the sanctuary of Pleasure Island, a storm began to rage in Arendelle once again.

~*~

"What is this?" Li asked, as his face twisted in disgust.

"A rock? This is what you've been going on about for years?" Charles asked.

"All we've heard is the story of this stupid jar and how it's got some all magical power inside," Ginger agreed.

"Shut up!" Li snapped at his cohorts, as he looked curiously at the green stone that looked to be shaped like a heavily stylized fish hook.

"There must be more to this! Get it to work!" he demanded, as he placed it in Snow's hand.

"And what exactly do you expect us to do with this?" Snow asked. They remembered their vision, but if there was something significant about this rock, they weren't about to tell him.

"Make it work!" he shouted.

"Dude...it's a rock," Bobby said, as he looked at it and picked it up to examine it.

"It's a pretty cool rock though," he mentioned.

"No...there has to be more! This cannot be all there is to the secrets of my ancestors!" Li ranted.

"We did as you asked. Now you'll disarm the explosives and let everyone go," David said sternly.

"No...you'll figure out what this is! Or everyone dies...starting with her!" Li threatened, as he grabbed Snow's arm and pulled her toward him. He pulled a curved blade from his belt and put it to her throat.

"Well, that was stupid," Bobby commented.

"Very," David agreed, as Snow knocked her head back into his face and he held his nose in pain. The three perpetrators were suddenly stricken and unable to move, thanks to Rumple and David and Xander cuffed all three.

"There were five of you supposed to be in attendance tonight," Patricia said, as she moved to interrogate them.

"Now, I know General Mendoza is likely in the shadows somewhere and using his own, innocent soldiers to protect him. But that still leaves one of you out there," she added and they heard a slow, mocking clap. They could hear the tapping of high heels on the floor, as a woman emerged from the shadows.

"Bravissimo, truest loves. A magnificent show, indeed," a stunning blonde said, as she came forward.

"Who the hell are you?" David asked bluntly. She smirked and blew out a breath.

"My...so abrasive. No tact...and sinfully handsome too. How exciting," she commented.

"I recognize you...you're…" Snow said, with scrutiny and blocked her path to Charming.

"Callista Stavros...and you must be the famed and fairest Snow White," she said, with an edge in her voice.

"Clayton was quite obsessed with you...and her," she added, as she looked at Aphrodite. Her distaste for the Goddess was evident in the daggers she was shooting at the other blonde. Snow rolled her eyes.

"Well, whatever grievances you have with us are misplaced. Clayton was a creep and it's on you for getting involved with him," the raven haired beauty said.

"Oh, you don't need to lecture me, princess. I know exactly what he was...but he still gave me my son, who you have locked away. You're going to release him or a lot of innocent people are going to die," Callista threatened," as her eyes scanned the room and landed on Natalie. She smirked.

"Looks like I'm going to be a grandmother soon," she said. Robert and Thalia blocked her path to Natalie, as did Snow and Charming.

"Not happening...Clayton's line is one that needs to die with him and your son," David responded. She smirked.

"I warned you...and now you're all going to pay," she hissed, as they heard a boom of thunder from outside. They saw her eyes begin to glow yellow.

"Oh...it's been so long since I have felt magic coursing through my veins," she said.

"How do you have magic?" Snow questioned.

"She's a Goddess...now I know why you're familiar…" Aphrodite said, as the roof above them was suddenly ripped off by her magic. The sea from the ocean churned off the coastline and threatened to breach the land.

"Who is she?" Regina asked.

"Calypso…" Aphrodite answered, as they watched her arms become tentacles. She immediately went for James and wrapped a tentacle around him, snapping him away from his wife.

"Looks like Clayton had a child with a Goddess, after all...just not the one he wanted," Rumple commented.

"James!" she cried, as she ran after him, but the other Goddess batted her away.

"Hey Succubus...I can do that too!" Bobby called, as vines erupted from the floor and wrapped around her. She screamed in agony, as the thorny vines pierced her skin. David swung his blade and sliced through her tentacle, releasing his twin, who he helped pull back.

"Thanks...Aphrodite!" he called, as he found his wife getting up, after being hurled into a wall.

"I'm fine," she assured him, as they watched Calypso grow in size.

"Let's see if you can stop a flood...boy," she roared and they hurried outside, only to see that she had created a waterspout; a twister over the water that was threatening serious damage to the whole city, endangering thousands.

"Emma...now would be the time for backup," David said into his phone. Within minutes, a sparkling orange portal opened up, depositing Emma there.

"Holy crap on a cracker," she uttered, as she joined her family.

"Who the hell is that?" Leo asked, as he and Elsa came through another portal.

"Calypso...also Johnny's mother," Snow told them.

"Well...she seems a lot different than the myths I read," Eva said, as a portal deposited her as well.

"She is...she is not a recluse waiting on an island for wayward sailors at all," Aphrodite replied.

"Wow…I guess one of the heads of these families being immortal makes sense," Summer said, as she was the final one to join them. Her tentacles whipped around and damaged the buildings around her, sending chunks of them flying and turning them into dangerous falling objects. Summer gasped and started putting as many of the falling pieces into bubbles as she could. But one large piece fell directly on the three heads of the families they had arrested, including Mr. Li, crushing them all. It was a gruesome end, but these three had probably ruined many lives and were all heartless and none would shed a tear.

"We need to shut this down quickly or there are going to be some innocent people that get hurt!" Emma called.

"Storm bubble...like we did with Seth!" Leo suggested.

"That's perfect!" Bobby said, as they prepared to isolate her and themselves inside a combination of their powers.

"She's flailing around too much for me to get a bubble around her!" Summer cried, as the Goddess continued her ballistic assault on the city.

"Leave that to me," Elsa said, as she created an icy path for herself and then used it like she was ice skating to get close enough to Calypso. She unleashed her powers and slid all the way around her, freezing her legs to the ground.

"You insolent brat!" Calypso cried, as she found herself immobile from the waist down. She slapped Elsa away with one of her tentacles and she went flying through the air.

"Elsa!" Leo cried, but Summer released a bubble and captured her safely inside, allowing her to float to safety.

"Thanks," Leo said in relief. Summer smiled at him.

"Okay...one big bubble coming up," she said, as she released one and encased her and all of them inside.

"What is this!?" Calypso growled, as she tried to burst through the bubble.

"Eye of the Storm," Bobby said.

"Eye of the Storm," his siblings agreed.

"I'll crush you all!" she threatened, as her tentacles snapped at them, trying to capture one of them in her coils. Snow aimed and fired an arrow, hitting her in the chest. She screeched in pain and plucked the arrow out of her chest, glaring down at her.

"You'll have to do better than that, fairest one," she hissed, but the arrow in her hand exploded and burned one tentacle very badly.

"Those exploding arrows were a really good idea," David said, as he put his arm around her.

"They were...Henry's love of comic books usually serves us well," she agreed, as Calypso looked at the damage done to her.

"You little bitch! If I wasn't hearing about the Goddess, Clayton was going on about you!" she raged, as she flailed her tentacles in their direction.

"You weren't even a Goddess...and he wanted you over me! I was just the convenient choice in case he couldn't use you or that blonde bimbo to have his spawn!" she hissed.

"I've cursed your name many times and now I'm going to squeeze the life out of you and make your beloved watch!" she growled, but Leo stepped in front of his parents.

"Nope…" he said, as he unleashed his powers, adding an electric layer to the barrier around them. There was a sharp gust of wind, as Eva added her pink colored magic to her twin's. Emma joined them, adding her white fire to the bubble around them.

"What do you brats think you're doing?!" she screamed.

"Oh, you're about to find out, Octopus breath," Bobby quipped, as he harnessed the power of the bubble and used his own power to shrink it down around them.

"You think this little bubble is going to destroy me?" she asked.

"No...but I am," Bobby replied, as his siblings and parents all put their hands on his shoulders, channeling their elements through him. His eyes glowed rainbow and he drew the power into a bright, multi colored ball. She barely had time to scream, as it hit her and they exited the bubble, before she was destroyed. When the explosion ceased and they lifted the shield, they saw that there was nothing left of her but ash. The damage to the city around them was done though, but four heads of these families had been taken out.

"Any idea where your General friend is?" David asked.

"Probably watching all this right now from a well insulated place. Getting to him will be the hardest, but four out of five tonight was quite a blow. The rest of them will be on high alert after this," Patricia replied.

"Then let's repair the damage and go home," Regina said, as she and Rumple assisted Emma and Bobby in repairing all the damage to the city that they could. Summer used her powers to help the water recede back into the ocean and David sheathed his sword.

"As usual...we make a pretty good team," Snow said. He smiled down at her and then kissed her tenderly.

"Only you two would make out after you drop four bodies," Goldie commented, as their lips parted.

"First of all, we didn't kill those three and Calypso would have killed us all, including you, unless we destroyed her first," David argued.

"Perhaps...but before you two and your magical brats came along, this land didn't have to deal with monsters like that. Something tells me that many would be happy to see you go and never come back," Goldie said, as they saw the army trucks arriving.

"We're helping free them from some very bad people. Maybe you could report the truth for once," Snow snapped.

"People they don't even know exist. You may think you're doing good, but that's not how a lot of people will see it. They didn't ask for a Savior. Maybe you two should stop forcing your kids to be those saviors," Goldie argued.

"Oh shut up, you two bit hack. Our parents don't force us to do anything," Bobby said, with irritation.

"Excuse me?" she questioned.

"You heard me. Find your own way back to Storybrooke," he said. Snow and David smirked, as they made their way through the portal, leaving her and Grimm behind.

"Oh I loathe them," Goldie growled.

"Come on, let's get back. I could only smuggle one bean out of the field without getting caught. We'll need to rent a car and drive back," he said.

"That's fine...we can podcast in the car," she replied.

~*~

"So all that crap and all that's in the jar is a rock?" Emma asked, as she shoveled onion rings in her face. It was late, but they were starving and Joe and Frankie insisted on cooking for them before they closed up, for which they were grateful.

"Yeah...but it's a cool rock. I think I'm gonna put it on a lanyard and wear it," Bobby said. Regina helped him out and attached it one for him with magic.

"Thanks Nana," he said, as he put it on, just as his parents exchanged a glance again.

"Okay you two...what do you know about this? I can tell there's something," Regina said.

"Well...we sort of had a vision when we got close to the jar and it glowed," Snow said.

"This thing doesn't even look like a jar," Leo commented, as he looked it over and inside.

"What did you see?" Summer asked.

"Our predecessors and their advisor," David revealed.

"Tao was his name," Aphrodite recalled. They nodded.

"Whatever this rock is...I think there is more to it," Snow said.

"And whatever secrets this thing has...apparently, it's in a book," David replied.

"Of course...it's always a book, isn't it?" Regina questioned.

"Do you think the people of Mu might know what it is?" Eva asked.

"It's worth a shot going and talking to Queen Nubia and then if they can tell us about this book, it will give Rose a bit more to go on," Natalie replied, as she examined the artifact. Bobby knew his Aunt loved artifacts like this.

"I think...this is a Pounama stone," she said.

"A what?" Bobby asked. She smiled.

"It's a durable stone, usually found in New Zealand and sometimes on other Pacific Islands. It wouldn't surprise me if they were common on Mu," Natalie replied.

"Cool...can I come with you when you go tomorrow?" Bobby asked.

"To see Zia?" Leo asked, as he nudged his baby brother.

"No…" Bobby protested, as all eyes looked at him.

"Maybe," he muttered and Snow smiled.

"Of course sweetie...but for now, I think we should all go home and get some sleep," Snow said.

"Uh there's more that went on while you were gone, but it can wait till morning. I'll tell you then," Emma said. They nodded and parted ways for the night.

~*~

The small private plane landed on the equally as private airstrip. Mendoza, in his full military uniform, complete with all his decorations as the three star General he was, stepped off and made his way inside the building where a car awaited him. He got in and nodded curtly to the woman there, drinking expensive wine. The car drove them to the undisclosed location where they would meet with the rest of the heads of their secret organization.

"Seven," she finally said.

"Ms. Blaine…" Mendoza started to say.

"Save it," she snapped.

"They have killed seven of us, including Ms. Stavros!" she hissed.

"Operations all over the world are on the verge of collapsing with this news! She took over for Clayton when he was killed. Without her...it's a serious blow!" she shouted.

"Relax…I have a plan," Mendoza insisted.

"Your last plan to lure them to Washington DC for ambush worked out splendidly," she pointed out.

"How was I supposed to know that Callista has really been the Goddess Calypso this whole time and allowed the lure of magic to play her hand too soon?" he snapped back and she was silent. That had been a surprise to all of them.

"The others are refusing to agree to anymore appearances. These two...and their children can kill Gods and Goddesses. They want a solution and I seriously hope you have one or you might join the others," she threatened.

"I do have a new plan. It will take time, but it's in the works," he said.

"It better be good," she said, as the car continued on. Once at the undisclosed location, he would reveal his plan…

~*~

Snow mewled, as he kissed her passionately, moving his lips over hers in a sensual rhythm. She felt boneless and sated after her husband made love to her. She sighed, as his lips trailed down her jawline and to her neck, giving her goosebumps all over.

"Charming…" she murmured, as he moved back up and kissed her lips again. Eventually, they settled down and she rested half atop him, as their legs remained entangled beneath the bedclothes. She rested against his chest and he gently stroked her naked back.

"It's good to be home," she said. He dropped a kiss to her hair.

"Definitely…I'll be glad when we don't have to leave. This is where we belong," he said.

"Mmm…I agree. We just keep running into monsters. Here and out there," she replied.

"I know...but I also know our love is always going to win out. I have faith," he assured her. She smiled and kissed him tenderly, while stroking his handsome face.

"Me too, my love," she agreed, as they settled down and sleep finally took them. Tomorrow was likely another busy day in their fight against the forces of darkness around them. But they would never hesitate to face it head on and knew love would always light the way...

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[ancientbrit]

Natter #3 24th June 2020

So, on  Saturday morning, I took part of my breakfast (yogurt) from our backup  fridge in the garage, but when I put the first spoonful in my mouth I noticed that it was warm. Strange that. So I checked the fridge and found that everything in it was warm. The freezer contents - weren't.This was a disaster as I had been to QFC a couple of days previously buying frozen and fresh foods including four half gallons of milk. Jean had been out the day after for the first time in 12 weeks and part of her haul was more milk and ice cream.I imagine that the excitement of being out again at last and back to her old stamping grounds overcame memory. So here we were rushing around trying to save what we could by rearranging everything in the kitchen fridge and then trying to close the door.The old fridge was possibly down on refrigerant and I was a bit annoyed for a brief moment until I remembered when we bought it. It was when we lived at the 'old house' way back in 1970 and it was already a year old when we got it! My word - 50 years old. I should have remembered as it's color is 'Harvest Gold' which hasn't been seen on store shelves in donkeys ages. I tend not to date things by color though, as modern colors mean little to me - 'Taupe' for instance means less than nothing. My lexicon runs in terms of the spectrum. But forgetting it's date made me think back to those 'Old House days' and what we were about then. Those days and other old days that preceded that time.  My memory of 'then' is perfectly clear  - it seems just like it was yesterday even though I know how long ago it actually was. So many friends and relatives who are no longer around to share those times with, One of the things that have remained constant is our phone number. Of course, then we had an exchange name -  Adams 2, which has now been transmuted to numbers - 232, and I think doing this has lost the feeling of romance that it seemed to have for me. When I was a kid many of our dairy and grocery items were delivered to the door by horse-drawn carts - very few people or businesses had a sufficiently high priority during the war to have a petrol ration. Mum had joined the "Co-op" for convenience and of course, there was the benefit of a bonus payout at year's end. I loved these horses and would meet them outside and feed them apples, carrots and whatever else I had to hand. Still firmly in my mind is the Co-op number I had to recite to the driver when we had milk or groceries delivered - 157376.Being horses they would leave proof of their passage along the road and my Dad would pay me a shilling per bucket full of 'Golden Apples' as my Dad referred to this natural function It seemed like it was too demeaning a job for a full-grown adult  and using his term was sort of distancing himself from the unpleasantness.It used to embarrass me a bit too, but you couldn't argue with the reward. it was all grist to the mill, and it did do the roses a power of good. In 1956, I had been out of the RAF for a year and had also just recently returned home from a  very long sojourn in hospital, and my Dad was persuaded, against his will, to have a phone installed. Phones were not then usual to find in most houses and my Dad's reluctance was based on the very real belief that his company could too easily find him at inconvenient times. I told him that it was an absolute necessity in that day and age and so at last it was installed. Our phone number was Fairlands 4725 and as I said, I remember the old exchanges with affection. Others in our neighborhood were Derwent and Vigilant and my favorite Aunt had the best I always felt - Silverthorn - lovely. The Fairlands exchange was essential to me as when I was discharged from the hospital I had left behind a lovely German nurse with whom I had developed special feelings.When I had become sufficiently fit to allow me to leave the hospital and walk around the grounds, I used to collect any outgoing mail from other patients who were still confined to bed and take it some distance up the road, through the snow to a mailbox. Just to make sure I would be okay, Irmgard, for such was her name, would accompany me and we would find a need to indulge in long hugs and exchange lip locks - just to keep the cold at bay you understand? Shared bodily warmth is a great way to defeat the weather! Later, returning to the hospital, which had been a big old private house standing in its own grounds, we would split up at the circular drive with a last goodnight kiss. Irmgard would go round to the kitchen door and I would go the other way to the front door. Knowing that our companion runs were our secret, I was surprised to find the youngish Matron just inside the door. With a twinkle in her eye, she asked if it was cold out and I acknowledged that it was. She told me that I should be careful that I didn't get chapped lips, but then added that lipstick was a sovereign remedy - and departed with a grin. So much for secrecy! Irmgard's phone exchange name at the hospital was Coombe Wood - not exactly what might be termed 'romantic' but association made it so. Our association was quite intense and a forthcoming proposal, whilst welcomed, was at that time impossible for Irmgard to accept. Her sister was soon to marry, another Englishman and they would be returning to England to live after their honeymoon. She would not leave her parents alone just like that. She had been sent to England for a couple of years to improve her English and was soon to return home to Bad Canstatt, just outside Stuttgart. As I was about to return to my studies we were parted and unlikely to meet again any time soon. So our contacts were limited to letters and very rare and expensive phone calls and so the Canstatt exchange also lives brightly in my memory. Unfortunately, long-distance relations tend to strain circumstances and over time our contacts became less and less,     Sometime later I reached a point where I was able to take a trip to the Continent. I wrote to Irmgard to tell her that at last I was able to come over to see her, not being really sure of my reception as I hadn't written for ages.Within days I had a reply and although she was totally delighted that I was coming she told me that she had become engaged. I couldn't really blame her as I had been very lax, but she wanted me to come and meet her family when I arrived. She was really very good and took me all over the city and ended at her parents' home in the evening to a party for her sister and new husband, just returned from their honeymoon on Lake Constance. It was a really nice evening and I got on very well with her parents, but of course, I didn't like her fiance at all! After all this, although I had been given her brother-in-law's name and address back home I was never able to contact him. I would love to have kept up to know how her life proceeded. I still have her framed portrait photograph she sent me when she had first returned home, inscribed "Zur stehten Erinnerung" Deine Irmgard. I have been occupying some of my evenings on the computer lately sorting and printing out the Natters that Jo & Tom and Janet have been good enough to get to me. As they all seem to have been listed well out of order I am busy trying to see what I have and what might yet still be missing. The job has been compounded by the difficulty I have experienced in opening the Flash Drive. Sometimes it allows me to zip along, opening files, but then will stop and nothing will work. Next day I try again and I am off to the races again. But I am getting there slowly and tonight (Monday) I completed taking off hardcopies, Now I can sort through, putting them in chronological order and see what I shall see. Much more later, but there seems to be nothing before 2012 so I guess that was when I started. As I mentioned last Natter I have been attacking Lily of the Valley and I am almost finished - at least with what was visible. Along the way, I have also removed Sword ferns, Cedar seedlings five feet high and Jasmine. The Jasmine was an insignificant rooted cutting, from where I have no recollection. It had been placed in a pot on the ground and had been overgrown by all sorts of stuff and over the last year had gone nuts. It was to be used at the Plant Sale and now there are five separate plants threatening to strangle you on the approach to the greenhouse so of course, they have to go. The final gap in my deer-proof fencing was completed a week ago but I forgot to mention it to the deer and my hostas have now been browsed off on three separate occasions. As soon as it looks like there might be leaves on Empress Wu that might be reaching terminal size, they disappear and I am beginning to think that I will have to curtail totally growing the items they obviously consider their personal snack bar. 'Doesn't really leave much selection but at least, so far, my cardiocrinums don't feature on their menu. 'Have to be grateful for small mercies I suppose. One good thing has come out of this. My neighbor (ex MG Jill) who has allowed me to use three raised beds to grow veg, has been getting worried that I might fall from the area where the raised beds live - on a raised part of the garden with a six-foot-high rock wall as it's western boundary. She sees me stepping back to admire my work and then bailing out over the edge. So she is having a large bed prepared at the bottom of the wall, which will be enclosed by a deer-proof cage. It will also benefit from the heat held by the rock wall - all sorts of interesting possibilities there. She is a good friend. So next year we might actually be able to eat something we have grown. 'Haven't been able to do that for the last four years now, except for Onions and Garlic! Got started on removing existing plants today and I think it was the hardest day's work I have done for ages.I had to have a nap in the afternoon, but I couldn't tell whether that was because I had two early start days or the sheer grind of lifting heavy plants.You have likely realised that I am just stumbling along here so I will finish and get to bed.

Your fearless and weary leader.Gordon

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by angelview

Two years after the events of Episode IX ‘The Rise of Skywalker,’ just as the state of the Galaxy seems to be at peace, a new enemy threatens the Resistance and its allies, now known as The Alliance of the Jedi Order. It’s up to Rey Skywalker to bring true peace and balance, not just within the Galaxy, but within The Force and within herself. Help from an old friend may be just what she needs in order to do it. Will they be able to make a reply to the taunt against The Force and all it stands for?

  *The Author would like to acknowledge that Star Wars is an entity/series/enterprise solely created by George Lucas, part of LUCASFILMS, and is owned by Disney. All established characters were created by George Lucas and JJ Abrams, including mention of Star Wars Legends characters. Original characters created by the author will be noted as they appear. Thank you. *

Words: 232, Chapters: 2/24, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars, Reylo - Fandom, Kylo Ren - Fandom, ben solo - Fandom, ben solo deserved better - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Kylo Ren, Dark Rey - Character, Rey Palpatine - Character, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, The Force (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Padmé Amidala, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Sheev Palpatine, Yoda (Star Wars), Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Darth Plagueis, Darth Bane, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ben Kenobi, Mace Windu, Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Council, Original Jedi Character(s), Jolee Bindo, Sith Characters (Star Wars), Kaydel Ko Connix, Jannah (Star Wars), BB-8 (Star Wars), D-O (Star Wars), R2-D2 (Star Wars), C-3PO (Star Wars), Chewbacca (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Porg(s) (Star Wars), The Resistance (Star Wars), The First Order (Star Wars)

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Rey & Ben Solo, Kylo Ren & Rey, Finn/Rose Tico, Finn & Rose Tico, Poe Dameron/Zorii Bliss, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala & Anakin Skywalker

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[mercy-of-the-ashes]

🌹 Rose could feel Haiji shaking, she was shaking too.. but she had to be brave right now. She lead them into this mess, she needed to step up and do something useful.

"... We can do it. We just need to get rid of the Junk Monokumas first, after they're gone then we should be fine." She said, her confidence wavered but she still did her best to appear like she knew what she was doing.

Komaru held up her megaphone. "We'll do our best." She said, smiling at Rose before turning to Toko. "Toko.. I think we need a killer right now." She said, causing Toko to whine. "S-Seriously?... F-Fine.." She used her tazer, her eyes popped open red and her long tongue came out in a giggle. "Where's the party-?!" Her mouth was covered by Komaru's hand.

"Shh, Junk Monokumas." She said.

Genocide Jack pushed her hand away. "Ugh, your hand tastes like burnt toast." She looked at Haiji and Rose. "Oh hiiiii again, Haaaaaiji." She snickered before getting very close to Rose. "And you... You're the music girl~ Surprised to see you here!"

---

Kotoko tapped her foot impatiently.

"Well?! You're supposed to be my new friend, tell me nice things!" She stamped her foot down harder.

Haiji brought Rose closer to him, not trusting Genocide Jack one bit! The Junk Monokumas were enough for him. Why freak him out more than he already was? This was unfair and uncalled for!

“First off, stay away from my babe.” Haiji threatened her with a finger. “Second, let’s kick some Monokuma ass.” And kick his own anxiety while he was at it.

Breathe. Haiji just needed to breathe. He had fought Monokumas before, especially those hideous Junk Monokumas. How was this any different? He had been plagued by the same horror every time. Was it because Rose was with him? Damn, he sure lacked a brave bone in his body right now. She needed a protector, damnit.

Stop being a giant chicken!

Haiji heaved a shaky breath and tried to relax his tense muscles. He can do this. He needed to be strong.

“L-Let’s get this over with so we can get the fuck out of here.”

———————————————————————

Getting sick of her attitude, Melantha almost approached Kotoko until Haruka stopped her. Her smile was back, sugary sweet and shining bright. Melantha and Joshua weren’t sure what was happening, but then they got the gist of what she had in mind. Joshua led his reluctant partner away from the girls.

Haruka needed to play along to not jeopardize Rose’s plans and blow everyone’s cover, or else Haiji would blow a gasket. He’d never let her join any more missions ever again! But Haruka had it under control. She can do this. She just had to act like the cutest girl that she always had been and always would be.

“Well, for starters, you look amazing in pink! I doubt any color could do you justice!”

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

i'm not the winter soldier anymore, i'm james buchanan barnes

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SPOILERS — 1x03!!!

you help Bucky with a panic attack, after coming back from Madripoor.

word count: 1.145 words.

warnings/tags: ptsd situation, panic attack, reader insert.

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It wasn't inevitable for you to not notice that Bucky had been absent-minded since the three of you came to the bar. The beers were rolling on the table as the chat turned from their mission to Sam's war stories. You were having a good night, sharing laughs and past adventures, disconnecting from work, until Bucky stood up while having a long sip from his bottle. I need air, he just said, causing your other partner and you to look at each other a little confused. You glanced at him leaving the place before putting back your attention on Sam. He waved his head to the exit, urging you to follow the soldier outside.

You didn't need anything else to do it, leading your steps throughout the crowd of people there to find Bucky. Once outdoors and zipping up your jacket, you glimpsed a shadow coming into the next corner to a dead-end street. Rubbing your nose, you continued to the alley without hesitating, hearing some grunts echoing between both buildings. He was there. Hands placed against the wall, head bowed and eyes closed. His chest rose and fell furious, trying to breathe. You didn't think about your actions, putting a foot wrong when you rested your fingers on his middle back.

His whole anatomy shook, walking away from you almost sweating and scared, but ready to attack. Until Bucky laid his eyes on you.

“It's okay, it's okay… It's me”. You intoned using a soft and calm tone of voice.

“Sorry, uh… I just… I can't bre— breathe”. He waved the vibranium hand close to his chest, gasping like a fish out of water.

He was having a panic attack and you knew exactly why. Taking two long strides, you landed a hand on the back of his head and grabbed his flesh hand strongly, guiding him to the closest wall to rest him on it.

“Hey, hey, James… James focus on me, c'mon, focus on me”. You called him, sliding your fingers across his neck to force him to look at you. “Breathe with me, okay?”

Fixing your orbs in his, you show him how he had to do it. Inhaling through your nostrils, holding the air for three seconds, and exhaling it by your nose. He followed your instructions, once and again, until he was respiring quietly and normally.

“Now, repeat with me. I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore, I'm James Buchanan Barnes”.

“I'm no— not the Winter… Soldier anymore… I'm James Buchanan Barnes”.

“That's it… That's it... One more time. Can you say it for me one more time? Please”. Your honeyed tone made his pulse slow down, nodding with his chin.

“I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore. I'm James Buchanan Barnes”. His voice was firm now, finally believing his own affirmation.

“You back?” You whispered caressing his rough cheek using your thumb.

“Yeah… I just… had all those voices… screaming inside my head. I couldn't shut them up”. He explained, squeezing your hand between his digits, rested close to his heart. “That… That… I, uh… In Madripoor… I… I heard Zemo saying how easy was for me to… y'know, come ba—”

“Don't do that to yourself, Bucky. You've worked really hard to be where you are right now”.

“You mean in an alley that smells like peed and puke, having an atta—”.

Again, you didn't think about your actions, slapping his face with your free hand and furrowing towards him. Bucky's mouth dropped to the floor, more than surprised and gulping a complaint.

“Why…? Did you just…? What the hell?”

“You were wandering again”. You excused your gesture. “Want another, uh?”

“Hell, no!” He pouted at you, looking through his eyelids trying to make you feel sorry. “Why a slap? Did you think that was a good way to calm somebody? Why not a kiss?”

“Oh, god… here we go 'gain”. You couldn't help but roll your eyes with the intention of drawing some distance between both, but he pushed you closer till your chests were practically stuck to the other.

“'M not stupid”. He scoffed securing his vibranium arm around your lower back to not let you go.

“I was worried, Buck”.

“See? You call me like that”.

“Like what? It's your name”.

“Uh… Not actually”. The soldier replied, shaking his head to both sides briefly. “Only Steve called me like that, he was my friend”.

“So am I”.

“Are you?”

His gaze made you feel weak, breaking down the walls around your heart that too much time costed you to build. You licked your upper lip with resignation, leaning and resting your forehead on his clavicle. You afforded to close your eyes and tour his neck back to his scalp to tangle your fingers there, slowly, gently, fondly. It was a step to admit your real feelings for Bucky, and he accepted it without refusing.

The soldier kissed your temple to put his chin on top of your head, holding you tighter and rolling down his eyelids to only focus on your caresses. For an instant, everything disappeared around you. The world got emptied. The noise got shut down.

“I was scared. Not for me, but for you”. You confessed, not needing to explain why. He was conscious about your reasons because he was too somehow. “But that's not gonna happen again”.

At the moment you raised your face, Bucky took the advantage to press his lips on your forehead. “How could it, if I have you to remind me who I am?”

“I'm just a plus, Buck. Don't give me a credit you earned by yourself and your constant work. You did it alone, I just supported you”.

“Like fewer people did, and like fewer people do”.

“You've never cared about people's opinion”.

“Yeah, till my relationship with Sam changed. And till I met you”. Bucky affirmed very securely.

“But don't forget you're a fighter. You're strong, you deserve good things to happen to your life”.

“I won't”. He responded, bringing your hand tangled to his flesh one to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of yours. “Thank you…”

“You don't have to”. Clicking your tongue, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. “Let's come back to the bar, we need another round of beers”.

“I can't get drunk, remember?”

“You have so much fun watching me being drunk, remember?”

“How could I forget it? You always make that… horrible impression of my arm, with those… robot noises”. Bucky chuckled, pinching your side and causing you to jump slightly under his grip. Your laugh made him feel better.

“C'mon! You love it!”

“Oh, yeah, I do”. He opened his eyes a little more, nodding his head while placing his vibranium arm on your shoulders, but without loosening the hold around your other hand. “I'd like to see you imitating Sam tonight”.

“Nasty boy…” You joked with a giggle.

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I don’t wanna lose hahha but tell me all about it

Why tell, when I can just give you the angsty ending itself? Here it is in all its glory (under the cut):

Chapter 7: Irkutsk

There were more delays and cancellations. Phichit didn’t bring up the topic of joining Victor anymore. He watched Yuuri agonize more and more each time.

He still hadn’t said it! Victor should’ve known how he felt: it was obvious, written on his face for the world to see. But he wanted to say it. It needed to be said.

The next time I see him, I will say it, he promised himself. It will be the first words I say. It doesn’t matter what is happening, or where we are at the moment, I will say them first.

Once, when Yuuri’s flight got delayed because of a client changing their mind he got a call from Victor. He sounded drunk. He’d spent two hours waiting only to learn that Yuuri was supposed to take off 30 minutes later than planned.

Victor sang and Yuuri listened, wondering if Victor knew he’d been studying Russian, if he’d seen the book he’d had with him on that flight.

Опустела без тебя земля,

Как мне несколько часов прожить,

Так же падает листва в садах,

И куда-то всё спешат такси.

Только пусто на земле одной без тебя,

А ты, ты летишь и тебе

Дарят звёзды свою нежность.

Yuuri felt tears pour down his cheeks. He knew Phichit was watching him, but he didn’t care. He stood in the galley, leaning against the wall of the plane with his head lowered.

Victor repeated the last line of the song in a whisper, “Если можешь, прилетай скорей.” If you can, fly here faster. He sighed. “I’m sorry, I got carried away. Don’t mind me.”

He waited for Yuuri to say something, but Yuuri remained silent.

“Yuuri?”

“Y-yes?”

“Yuuri, are you crying?”

“N-no.”

“You are…” Victor sighed again. “What do I do know?”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, just upset. My flight leaves in 2 hours.”

“It’s my fault. If I could fly here faster –”

“No, Yuuri, your safety is more important. I will wait for you. I will always wait for you.”

“I will wait for you too. Always.”

“Go. You need to get the plane ready.”

“Yes.” He hung up.

I had an interview with Aeroflot last week, why didn’t I tell him?

“Captain?” Phichit asked.

“Let’s get the plane ready.”

 It was two days later. They’d arranged to meet in Irkutsk. The skies were clear. The sun shone in the sky despite the cold temperatures.

Yuuri waited in the airport as one plane arrived after another.

Suddenly his phone rang. It was Victor. Yuuri’s heart sank. Had they cancelled his flight again? But the information board didn’t say anything about delays! All these thoughts went through his mind in less than a second.

“Victor?”

“Yuuri, I love you.” And the call ended.

Yuuri stood still. Panic rose inside him, unable to get out. His eyes searched around the room and alighted on Phichit sitting at one of the tables. He ran up to him.

“Do something!”

“What?” Phichit got up in alarm.

Instead of answering Yuuri ran to the windows. People were gathering there already, murmuring in confusion to each other. He elbowed his way to the front.

A plane was coming in, trailing smoke.

Phichit grabbed Yuuri by the arm. “Firefighters, now!”

They ran across the airport, down stairs in an endless maze of fear and panic. They went through doors marked ‘airport personnel only’ and didn’t stop when people demanded to know who they were.

“Please,” Phichit breathed out to the firefighters. “My friend is the pilot’s fiancé. Please take him with you.”

They let them both come without argument and sped off across the airfield.

When they got there, the plane had already touched down and taxied to a stop. Several ambulances and firetrucks were meters away when the sound of an explosion reached their ears and the entire fuselage filled with flames.

The windows of the cockpit opened and the pilot jumped.

Yuuri ran without thinking, but the ambulance crew beat him. They picked the pilot up and placed him on the stretcher. It was Victor.

“Yuuri… Yuuri…” he kept murmuring.

Yuuri grabbed his hand. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

“Yuuri, did I save them? Are the passengers okay?”

“Yes, you did.”

“All of them?”

Yuuri blinked back tears. “All of them.”

“Thank goodness!” He closed his eyes.

“Please move away, young man.”

Yuuri didn’t listen. He held onto Victor’s hand and followed the stretcher as they carried the captain to the ambulance. Once there, they tried harder to get rid of him, but he stayed.

There were shouts and emergency procedures. Yuuri held Victor’s hand to his cheek.

They drove across the airfield and took Victor to one of the rooms as two paramedics held Yuuri in place and then the world left him alone in a corridor.

That was where Phichit found him. Yuuri was staring at the wall unseeingly. Phichit took him by the hand and led him away. They went to a waiting room and sat, and hoped, and prayed.

“Are you the fiancé?” someone asked.

Yuuri raised his head. “Yes.”

“I’m the doctor.”

Yuuri watched the man’s face.

“He jumped from a window and broke his spine.”

It was quiet. Somewhere in the next room people were crying loudly.

“We can’t do anything for him.”

Yuuri pushed the man aside and ran into the operating room. Victor lay on the table. His eyes were closed, but his chest was still moving. Yuuri walked up to him and put his head on the pilot’s chest.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I got a job at Aeroflot. I want you to marry me.”

The heartbeats got slower and further apart until they stopped.

And the universe faded away.

 “Today we remember a great man, a hero, an inspiration to us all. He was the best pilot I’ve ever met. We all know about his heroic rescue of 232 passengers during that incident in St. Petersburg. Now we have this cruel tragedy that took 215 lives as well as his own. What few realize was that, had it not been for the fire, he would’ve saved those lives as well.”

Phichit watched Yuuri. The Captain’s face was dry as he stared at his feet. He still couldn’t shake the image of Yuuri all covered in Victor’s blood, his head pressed over the Captain’s chest. His face had been so pale, for one terrifying minute Phichit thought he’d died as well.

It was a warm sunny day, when by all rules it should’ve been raining. The funeral had pilots from around the world, impressing even Phichit. He hadn’t known that Victor had so many friends.

They’d run into a Swiss Air pilot who took one look at Yuuri and burst into tears, hugging him close and saying nothing.

Mila was also there, her face buried in Sara Crispino’s shoulder. Both of them were in Alitalia uniforms.

When the service ended Yuuri watched them lower the grave with an impassive face. He was in an Aeroflot uniform. Phichit didn’t comment on it.

They walked away.

“Yuuri!” a voice called and they turned to find Plisetsky walking up to them with an Air Astana pilot following behind him. “Yuuri.” He stood and stared at Yuuri, having run out of things to say.

Yuuri pulled him close and his body shook as the tears came at last.

“I want you to be my captain,” the Russian pilot said. “I’ve been promoted to first officer.”

“I can’t. I can’t be a pilot after this.”

“Don’t be stupid! Of course you can! Otabek says he’ll quit Air Astana so we can be a three pilot crew.”

Yuuri pulled away and looked at Phichit. “I want to stay at Cialdini Air.”

“You can’t,” Phichit said, “Cialdini Air is no more.”

“What?”

“Our plane is a write-off. We started the C Check yesterday and ended it almost right away when it became obvious that we were just wasting our time and money.”

“Phichit –”

“So I’m out of a job now. I’m just glad that you managed to find something in time.” He saw Yuuri’s expression. “Don’t worry about me! I’ll find something. I won’t give up on flying.”

“Neither will I,” Yuuri said quietly. He stared up at the sky. Who knew, maybe he’d be closer to Victor up there?

#shemakesmeforget #fanfiction #yuri on ice #I don't know if I should be tagging it this but here goes #Come Fly with Me #the alternate sad ending no one has seen before now

[liveindiatimes]

Delhi To Conduct COVID-19 Test On Journalists After 53 Test Positive In Mumbai

https://www.liveindiatimes.com/delhi-to-conduct-covid-19-test-on-journalists-after-53-test-positive-in-mumbai/

Arvind Kejriwal replied “Sure. We will do that.” after being asked to test journalists for COVID-19

New Delhi:

Delhi Chief Minister Arvind Kejriwal today said his government will conduct COVID-19 test on media persons in the national capital, after 53 journalists tested positive for novel coronavirus in Mumbai.

Responding to a tweet in which a person requested the Chief Minister to arrange mass COVID-19 test for media persons in Delhi on the lines of the one carried out in Mumbai, Mr Kejriwal said, “Sure. We will do that.”

However, the Chief Minister did not elaborate.

During a special camp organised at the Azad Maidan in Mumbai on April 16 and 17 for COVID-19 testing of journalists, the Brihanmumbai Municipal Corporation (BMC) had collected swab samples of 171 media persons, including electronic and print media journalists, photographers and cameramen.

“Out of the 171 media persons, 53 tested positive for coronavirus,” BMC spokesperson Vijay Khabale said on Monday, adding that most of those who tested positive are asymptomatic at present.

On Monday, the total number of coronavirus cases in Delhi rose to 2081, with 78 fresh cases and two deaths being reported in a day.

World

24,76,854Cases

16,59,795Active

6,46,760Recovered

1,70,299Deaths

Coronavirus has spread to 185 countries. The total confirmed cases worldwide are 24,76,854 and 1,70,299 have died; 16,59,795 are active cases and 6,46,760 have recovered as on April 21, 2020 at 8:30 am.

India

18,601 1336Cases

14,759 584Active

3,252 705Recovered

590 47Deaths

In India, there are 18,601 confirmed cases including 590 deaths. The number of active cases is 14,759 and 3,252 have recovered as on April 21, 2020 at 8:00 am.

State & District Details

State Cases Active Recovered Deaths Maharashtra

DistrictCases

Mumbai514

Pune134

Mumbai Suburban65

Thane31

Sangli24

Ahmednagar22

Nagpur17

Latur8

Palghar8

Aurangabad8

Raigad6

Satara5

Yavatmal4

Osmanabad4

Buldhana4

Jalgaon2

Kolhapur2

Hingoli2

Ratnagiri2

Washim1

Nashik1

Sindhudurg1

Amravati1

Jalna1

Gondia1

Details Awaited*3798

4666 463

3862 389

572 65

232 9

Delhi

DistrictCases

South175

Central100

North66

Shahdara66

New Delhi56

South East33

South West24

West23

East17

North East9

North West6

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2081 78

1603

431 359

47 2

Gujarat

DistrictCases

Ahmadabad79

Surat18

Bhavnagar13

Gandhinagar12

Vadodara12

Rajkot10

Patan5

Porbandar3

Mahesana2

Kachchh2

Gir Somnath2

Panch Mahals1

Anand1

Sabar Kantha1

Jamnagar1

Chhotaudepur1

Morbi1

Botad1

Details Awaited*1774

1939 196

1737 162

131 26

71 8

Rajasthan

DistrictCases

Jaipur104

Jodhpur55

Bhilwara27

Tonk20

Jhunjhunu20

Jaisalmer16

Bikaner11

Churu11

Kota10

Banswara9

Ajmer7

Dungarpur6

Dausa6

Bharatpur5

Alwar4

Udaipur4

Nagaur2

Pali2

Pratapgarh2

Dholpur1

Karauli1

Sikar1

Details Awaited*1252

1576 98

1346 65

205 22

25 11

Tamil Nadu

DistrictCases

Chennai150

Coimbatore60

Dindigul45

Tirunelveli36

Erode32

Tiruchirappalli30

Namakkal28

Madurai24

Theni24

Karur22

Tiruppur19

Villupuram16

Cuddalore13

Thiruvallur12

Thiruvarur12

Salem12

Virudhunagar11

Thanjavur11

Nagapattinam11

Tiruvannamalai9

Kanchipuram6

Kanniyakumari6

Sivaganga5

Vellore5

The Nilgiris4

Ramanathapuram2

Ariyalur1

Perambalur1

Details Awaited*913

1520 43

1046

457 46

17 2

Madhya Pradesh

DistrictCases

Indore116

Bhopal70

Morena12

Jabalpur8

Ujjain8

Barwani3

Khargone3

Chhindwara2

Gwalior2

Shivpuri2

Vidisha1

Details Awaited*1258

1485 78

1284 74

127

74 4

Uttar Pradesh

DistrictCases

Gautam Buddha Nagar58

Agra49

Meerut32

Ghaziabad23

Lucknow22

Shamli14

Saharanpur13

Kanpur Nagar8

Sitapur8

Varanasi7

Bareilly6

Maharajganj6

Basti5

Ghazipur5

Firozabad4

Hathras4

Kheri4

Baghpat3

Pratapgarh3

Jaunpur3

Hapur3

Azamgarh3

Bulandshahr3

Rae Bareli2

Mirzapur2

Pilibhit2

Mathura2

Banda2

Shahjahanpur1

Kaushambi1

Moradabad1

Prayagraj1

Hardoi1

Budaun1

Bijnor1

Barabanki1

Auraiya1

Details Awaited*879

1184 100

1026 67

140 32

18 1

Telangana

DistrictCases

Hyderabad173

Warangal Urban23

Nizamabad23

Suryapet16

Medchal Malkajgiri16

Ranga Reddy15

Jogulamba Gadwal12

Nalgonda11

Adilabad10

Karimnagar9

Mahabubnagar8

Kamareddy8

Sangareddy7

Vikarabad5

Jagitial4

Nirmal4

Medak4

Bhadradri Kothagudem4

Peddapalli2

Mulugu2

Jangoan2

Nagarkurnool2

Jayashankar Bhupalapally1

Kumuram Bheem Asifabad1

Siddipet1

Mahabubabad1

Details Awaited*509

873 29

660 20

190 4

23 5

Andhra Pradesh

DistrictCases

Kurnool57

Spsr Nellore42

Guntur38

Krishna28

Y.s.r.27

Prakasam24

West Godavari21

Visakhapatanam20

Chittoor17

East Godavari12

Anantapur6

Details Awaited*430

722 76

610 21

92 50

20 5

Kerala

DistrictCases

Kasaragod149

Kannur51

Ernakulam26

Thiruvananthapuram15

Malappuram14

Kozhikode13

Pathanamthitta13

Thrissur12

Idukki10

Kollam8

Palakkad7

Alappuzha3

Kottayam3

Wayanad3

Details Awaited*81

408 6

114

291 21

3

Karnataka

DistrictCases

Bengaluru Urban59

Mysuru34

Chikkaballapura10

Bidar10

Uttara Kannada10

Dakshina Kannada8

Belagavi7

Ballari6

Kalaburagi6

Bagalkote5

Bengaluru Rural5

Udupi4

Mandya3

Tumakuru2

Davangere2

Gadag1

Kodagu1

Dharwad1

Chitradurga1

Details Awaited*233

408 18

280 17

112 1

16

West Bengal

DistrictCases

Kolkata37

Howrah15

Medinipur East12

Kalimpong7

24 Paraganas North6

Jalpaiguri5

Nadia5

24 Paraganas South4

Hooghly4

Purba Bardhaman3

Medinipur West2

Paschim Bardhaman2

Darjeeling1

Details Awaited*289

392 53

307 46

73 7

12

Jammu And Kashmir

DistrictCases

Srinagar33

Bandipora24

Baramulla16

Budgam9

Jammu9

Udhampur8

Kupwara5

Pulwama4

Rajouri3

Shopian3

Ganderbal2

Details Awaited*252

368 18

292 3

71 15

5

Haryana

DistrictCases

Nuh38

Gurugram35

Palwal28

Faridabad19

Karnal5

Ambala4

Panipat4

Fatehabad3

Sirsa3

Panchkula2

Bhiwani2

Rohtak1

Kaithal1

Sonipat1

Jind1

Hisar1

Charki Dadri1

Details Awaited*105

254 21

124

127 40

3

Punjab

DistrictCases

S.a.s Nagar26

Shahid Bhagat Singh Nagar (nawanshahr)18

Amritsar10

Hoshiarpur7

Jalandhar6

Ludhiana5

Mansa5

Fatehgarh Sahib2

Pathankot2

Faridkot1

Kapurthala1

Moga1

Patiala1

Barnala1

Details Awaited*159

245 26

191 19

38 7

16

Bihar

DistrictCases

Siwan6

Gaya5

Patna5

Munger4

Gopalganj3

Begusarai2

Nalanda2

Saharsa2

Bhagalpur1

Lakhisarai1

Saran1

Details Awaited*81

113 20

69 20

42

2

Odisha

DistrictCases

Khordha33

Bhadrak3

Cuttack2

Jajapur1

Kalahandi1

Kendrapara1

Puri1

Details Awaited*32

74 6

49 6

24

1

Uttarakhand

DistrictCases

Dehradun17

Nainital4

Udam Singh Nagar4

Almora1

Haridwar1

Pauri Garhwal1

Details Awaited*18

46 2

28

18 7

0

Jharkhand

DistrictCases

Ranchi2

Hazaribagh1

Details Awaited*43

46 4

44 4

0

2

Himachal Pradesh

DistrictCases

Solan7

Kangra3

Una3

Details Awaited*26

39

22

16

1

Chhattisgarh

DistrictCases

Raipur5

Korba2

Bilaspur1

Durg1

Rajnandgaon1

Details Awaited*26

36

11

25

0

Assam

DistrictCases

Golaghat9

Goalpara4

Marigaon4

Nalbari4

Dhubri3

Kamrup Metro2

Cachar1

Hailakandi1

Kamrup1

Karimganj1

Lakhimpur1

South Salmara Mancachar1

Details Awaited*3

35

15

19 2

1

Chandigarh

DistrictCases

Chandigarh18

Details Awaited*8

26

13

13

0

Ladakh

DistrictCases

Leh Ladakh11

Kargil3

Details Awaited*4

18

4

14

0

Andaman And Nicobar Islands

DistrictCases

North And Middle Andaman7

South Andamans3

Details Awaited*6

16 1

5 1

11

0

Meghalaya

DistrictCases

East Khasi Hills1

Details Awaited*10

11

10

0

1

Goa

DistrictCases

North Goa5

South Goa1

Details Awaited*1

7

0

7

0

Puducherry

DistrictCases

Pondicherry4

Mahe1

Details Awaited*2

7

4

3

0

Manipur

DistrictCases

Imphal West1

Thoubal1

2

0

2 1

0

Tripura

DistrictCases

Gomati1

Details Awaited*1

2

1

1

0

Mizoram

1

1

0

0

Arunachal Pradesh

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[bookofjin]

Biography of Sima Gan

[From JS038]

The Majestic Empress Zhang gave birth to Emperor Jing [Sima Shi]; Emperor Wen [Sima Zhao]; the King of Pingyuan, Gan.

Lady Fu gave birth to King Wencheng of Runan, Liang; King Wu of Langye, Zhou; the Marquis of Qinghui village, Jing; King Wu of Fufeng, Jun.

Lady Zhang gave birth to the King of Liang, Rong.

Lady Bai gave birth to the King of Zhao, Lun.

Liang and Lun are in a separate Biography.

[In JS059, they were respectively the First and the Third of the Eight Kings.]

The King of Pingyuan, Gan [b. 232? d. 26 February 311], courtesy name Ziliang, as young, due to being the son an Excellency, was in the time of Wei enfeoffed Marquis of Anyang village. A little later he was moved to Commander of the Palace Gentlemen who Consoles the Army and advanced his feudal rank to Marquis of Pingyang district. When Emperor Wu walked the eastern stairs, he was enfeoffed as King of Pingyuan, with an estate of 11 300 households, given drums and flutes and two extra horses, and additionally the clothes of a Palace Attendant.

At the beginning of Xianning [275 – 280], dispatched the various kings to go to their states. Gan was truly ill, and by nature his reasoning was not regular, yet he was rather pure, unassuming and withdrawn, and simple in feelings and desires. Because of that specially decreed to keep him [at the capital].

At the end of Taikang [280 -289], he was designated Brilliantly Blessed Grandee, concurrently Palace Attendant, specially making use of gold insignia and purple ribbon, ranking next to the Three Ministers.

When Emperor Hui was enthroned, he was advanced to Brilliantly Blessed Grandee of the Left, Palace Attendant like before, to wear sword and shoes in the high hall, and to enter court without hastening.

Gan, although king of a great state, did not serve to his utmost, he was transferred to vacancies, surely due to talent and ability [?]. Although he had the blessing of a feudal title, he similarly did not be himself [?], As salary he received cloth and silks, all were exposed and stored up to rot and decay.

If it was dark and rain then he set out in a calf chariot, and from the inside opened the chariot. Someone asked his reasons. He replied, saying: “That which opens exposed ought to be inside.” [?]

Court gentlemen going to him, although communicating family and name, were certain to be made to set up chariots and horses at the outer gates, some in the end by evening did not see [him]. At the time when having obtained an audience, he repaid the the meeting with people, and was likewise simple, sincere, respectful and humble, [as if?] earlier [there was] no deficiency or mistake [?]

From beginning to end, when a beloved concubine died, and had been prepared for funeral, Gan did not nail the coffin, but set her up later within an empty room. For several days he alone went in to look at her, sometimes acting excessive and vile. Only when her corpse was ruined then he buried her.

When the King of Zhao, Lun, assisted the government , he used Gan as General of Guards. When Emperor Hui returned to the correct [his restoration], he again became Palace Attendant, concurrently Grand Guardian.

At the King of Qi, Jiong's pacification of the King of Zhao, Lun, the the imperial clan and the court gentlemen all oxen and beer to acknowledge Jiong [?]. Gan alone held at his breast a hundred cash, and when he saw Jiong he pulled it out, saying: “The King of Zhao was rebellious and disorderly. You was able to righteously take the lead, this was to your merit. Now [I] use a hundred cash to congratulate you. However, great power is a difficult occupation, [you] can not but be careful.”

[It is difficult to get the distinction across in English, but the word translated as “you” here and just below, ru 汝, was hardly polite usage in the early 4th century.]

Jiong was assisting the government when Gan came to him. Jiong set out and welcomed him with a a bow. Gan entered and occupied his couch. He did not instruct Jiong to sit, but spoke to him, saying: “You must not imitate the White girl's boy,” his thoughts pointing to Lun.

[I assume Sima Gan's “white girl 白女” is a reference to Sima Lun's mother Lady Bai 柏夫人. (MC baek白 = “white”, MC paek柏 = “cypress”).]

When Jiong was executed, Gan wept for him bitterly, talking to left and right, he said: “The imperial clan daily declines. Though this boy was extremely able, yet [they?] also murdered him. After today there is danger!”

When the King of Donghai, Yue, rose up righteously and arrived at Luoyang, he went to pay visit to Gan. Gan shut the gates and did not communicate. Yue halted his chariot for a good while. Gan then sent people to apologize and send him away, and yet he himself was at the gates peeping at him. During that time, [people] were not able to interpret his thoughts, some talked of him having an illness, some that he was veiling his tracks by it [i.e. going into seclusion, withdrawing from the world.].

In the 5th Year of Yongjia [311 AD] he passed away. At the time he was 80 years old. It happened that Liu Cong robbed Luo and there was no time to spare to confer a posthumous title.

[Sima Gan died 26 February 311. Luoyang fell 13 July. If his age of 80 is precise, he was born in 232 AD. At that time his mother, Zhang Chonghua, would have been 44 sui!]

He had two sons. The Heir, Guang, passed on early. The second son, Yong, accordingly in the middle of Taixi [290 AD] was enfeoffed Duke of Ande county [and became] Cavalier in Regular Attendance. He always was a good scholar. Meeting with the difficulties, the whole family was obliterated and wiped out.

#js038

[hanasaku-shijin]

Hana's (momoxtoshiro's) RWBY Tuesday Fanfictions (Master Post, Part 2!)

[Due to there being a limited amount of links permitted per post, I’ve had to split my Master List of RWBY Fics into 2 parts now. Stories #226 and higher will be posted here from now on!]

HERE IS A LINK TO PART 1 OF THE LIST, CONTAINING STORIES #1-225 AND THEIR LINKS!

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226. Alone Together: The first time meeting each other had been a coincidence. But every time after that had been arranged.

227. The Champion And The Singer : A refined, wealthy, young singer, Weiss has always admired Pyrrha from afar. With the help of her sister Winter, Weiss is able to meet the charismatic champion for the first time. Can a friendship, or even something more, blossom between them? Or will the hardships of their society prove too great an obstacle to overcome?

228. Costumes And Confessions : After a summer of dealing with her crush on Pyrrha, Ruby is at the end of her rope. She wants to confess, but it isn’t going to be easy. Can she make this Halloween the best holiday ever? Or will she be too frightened to make a move?

229. The Mission : “Weiss… I don’t like this…” And again, Weiss had only spoken the truth. “It’s a job, Ruby. We don’t have to like it. We just have to get it done.”

230. Soundless Red : He was still alive. He was here somewhere. She had to believe that. She had to.

231. Cinder Falls…For Ruby Rose :  Cinder Fall and her team are visiting Beacon Academy for the Vytal Festival. After so many months of failure in finding someone to call her significant other, can Cinder’s teammates see her through to success and happiness?

232. A Stormy Night : Sometimes, the best remedy for a sleepless night is the comfort of a friend.

233. The Forest Cabin : She’s always trusted Weiss, all this time, all these months. Why shouldn’t she trust her now? She is her partner. Trust is the very foundation of their relationship. Ruby needs to show her just how dearly she values that.So she takes a breath, steps back, and lets her go.

234. The Painter And The Writer : As a stay-at-home author, Blake Belladonna’s everyday consists of the same routine, the same scenery, and the same lifestyle. But one day, all of that changes when someone new comes into town, and the view from across the lake becomes a little more colorful.

235. A Walk Through The Clouds : “Did you decide what you’re going to get Ruby?” Blake guessed.Weiss still hadn’t lost the triumphant grin as she turned to face them. “It’s less of what I’m going to get her,” she replied. “And more of what I’m going to show her.”

236. Under The Mistletoe : Team RWBY tries out a new Christmas tradition.

237. Shattered Destiny : All that Yang loves is doomed to be destroyed by fire, fangs, and fear. She is given one warning, one chance to change the future, and one chance to prevent the loss of all that she holds dear. But whether or not she can is up to her.

238. Against All Odds : Two girls from two completely different worlds share similar histories.  With a little open-mindedness and a little understanding, they discover that differences can be weaknesses, but can just as easily be strengths.

239. Means Of Survival : Back in a time before Dust, when Grimm ravaged the planet, mankind struggled to thrive. But eventually, after many years of living in fear, they learned how to fight back. In such a world, two young huntresses realize their own mortality, and are forced to make life-changing decisions in the heat of the moment.

240. All In Good Time : Even though Blake hadn't been one for close contact several years ago before they'd gotten together, over the years she'd gotten quite accustomed to Ruby's hugs.They were always a good remedy for when Blake's depression struck.

241. After The Battle : After the fall of Beacon, Yang, Pyrrha, and their friends go their separate ways - some against their will, some to recuperate, and some to find answers. But Yang and Pyrrha stay together, through thick and thin. [Sequel to Shattered Destiny.]

242. The Golden Room : Weiss Schnee was Beacon High's top student. Yang Rose-Xiao Long was a free spirit. They live in the same place, but different worlds. What will happen when those two worlds collide?

243. Renegades : An aristocrat's daughter, born unable to make her own choices. A street rat Faunus who's lived her life without freedom.One night they meet. And then another. And another.Growing closer together, they break free from the chains. Together they run. And they don't look back. 

244. A Long-Awaited Reunion : Home is not a place. It’s a feeling.

245. The Last Stand : She wishes it could be her instead. They all do. In this moment, all of them wish they could trade places with Weiss.

246. Repose : Ruby is torn momentarily. She knows she has a duty as a huntress, but… But she also has a duty to Weiss. As her leader. As her partner. As her friend…

247. Gone But Not Forgotten : Something awful happened in Weiss' past. Blake and the others struggle to understand how they can help her through the tragedy that still haunts Weiss to this day. 

248. Moments Of Comfort : Drabble collection for RWBY Week round 3! Each chapter is a different pairing among team RWBY!

249. Formal Arrangements : [Sequel to Taking Chances] Several years after they met in college, Blake and Weiss have moved in together. They've enjoyed their lives together for so long, and now it's time to start turning the page to the next chapter of their story.   250. After The Rain : Roman knows everything there is to know about everyone in Vale. He knows who works where, how they get to their jobs and back, if they have kids or a spouse or a cat or a dog. He knows easy targets and easy traps. He knows fellow thieves and innocent school kids. The only thing he doesn't know - the only person he has yet to figure out - is somewhere in between. 

251. Across The Field And Back : Soccer AU for White Rose Week!

252. Healing Practices : After the Battle of Haven, Weiss’ teammates do their best to comfort and care for her as she recovers from her newest scar.

253. Without Words Or Worries : Weiss Blake and Yang take some time to recuperate together after the Battle of Haven.

254. Heat Of The Moment : What if Yang had been able to help Weiss during the battle of Haven?

255. Like Old Times : Ruby and Weiss were forced apart, and time allowed them both to grow in their own ways. But in coming back together, it's both like they've been apart for six long months, and also like they never left each other in the first place.

256. Unity : There's so much they still need to tell one another, so much they still need to say and do, so many emotions they still need to convey. But it's all right. Because team RWBY is back together.

257. Cold Bodies, Warm Hearts : Weiss Schnee is the heiress to Schnee Dust, and as such she is often the target for crime. Luckily, her personal bodyguard Penny was created for the purpose of protecting Weiss. Although, as their time together time goes on, their relationship tiptoes beyond that of bodyguard and charge.

258. Keyboards : A delicate Internet friendship begins to unfold between two girls who might already be closer than they know. But there's a lot that can be hidden behind the screen of a computer, and there is only so much that messages and online chats can do. Blake and Weiss struggle against all odds to help one another through some of the darkest, most vulnerable moments of their lives. And maybe, if all goes well, they can begin to experience the light of better ones.

259. A Mother’s Instinct : After the Battle of Haven, Team RWBY is together again for the first time in  half a year. But given all that's happened since then, they're having trouble expressing how they feel, what they want to say. Kali does her best to help the girls out however she can.

260. Learning To Bloom : Weiss and Pyrrha always knew they had something in common. They just never thought it would be something so confusing and painful. But even in spite of the pain, there is a seed, waiting to sprout.

261. Keyboards : A delicate Internet friendship begins to unfold between two girls who might already be closer than they know. But there's a lot that can be hidden behind the screen of a computer, and there is only so much that messages and online chats can do.

262. No Turning Back : Blake's never known a day in her life without Adam.He'd always been there, if not directly at her side then in the back of her mind. Ever since she can remember...

263. Frozen Heart : All her life, Weiss has only known the cold. Until she met a certain innocent, reckless dolt.

264. Breaking The Chains : "Cowards," Adam barks, glaring at Weiss. "Hiding behind your Dust. Dust that we died mining for you." Then he shifts his gaze to Blake. "You're pathetic. Letting a Schnee of all people protect you. You're weaker than I'd thought. And a traitor."

265. Silver Lining : Even after they’ve left Brunswick Farms, something still isn’t right with Weiss. Ruby is determined to find out what, before it’s too late.

266. On-Screen Adventures : Director Ozpin and his crew are filming a fantasy-world TV series. The teenaged actresses and actors love their roles, but also have their own stories to tell. [Acting AU].

267. Confessions : And there would be problems - there was no doubt about that. But for now, that was farthest thing from her mind.

268. All’s Fair : A three-way challenge of who can make the others blush first.

269. Pawprints : In a world where some people can shape-shift into animals, the government has labeled them as hostile and trained groups of Hunters to eliminate the threat. But one unenthusiastic Huntress discovers these so-called monsters might be more human than the people trying to kill them. [Panther AU].

270. A Little Recovery : "Huh!" Ruby grunts. "Look like you've still got it, Weiss!" "Of course. The question is, do you?"

271. Now, And Forever : What if Weiss had gone back to Patch with Ruby after the fall of Beacon...?

272. An Act Of Defiance : As Weiss grew older, little by little, more and more people would comment on her hair. When her father would host banquets, she would always wear her hair down and wait for someone to tell her she looked like a princess.

278. Incident : In their beginning days at Beacon Academy, Weiss and Yang have a falling-out.

279. Step By Step : Becoming closer can be a struggle, but often times the rewards are well worth the effort.

280. Cinder Falls, A Little Harder, For Ruby Rose : Sequel to Cinder Falls...For Ruby Rose! Years, later Ruby and Cinder decide to begin a new chapter of their story together...

281. Family : A collection of stories based off the canon events of volume 7, mainly having to do with the challenges Weiss is facing, with her teammates doing everything they can for her.

282. A Long Way To Go : Weiss can't help but muse to herself about how much they've changed... and how much they haven't changed, and probably never will.

283. Dreamless : A sleepless night where nothing is as it seems, in a world that is not your own...

[Thanks so much for all of your support! I'll be sure to keep adding every week!]

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方舟子 @fangshimin 方舟子，本名方是民，科普作家，新语丝网站。 Translate bio California, USAxysblogs.org/fangzhouziBorn September 28, 1967Joined December 2010 44 Following 271.8K Followers 29.3K Tweets

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 以后配偶要找本地的，免得上了高速下不来被逼着两地分居。以后卖麻将的可多送四个白板备用。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQewk2JUEAApcZX?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQewk2KU4AABcee?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQewlGFVAAM3N39?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 发明不了吃饭戴的口罩，就把饭店搞成科举考场。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227151083375484928

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 中国老百姓真够逆来顺受的，就这么听任“土匪”以防疫的名义深夜入宅打砸，还庆幸没被抓走。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227368223454236672

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 我是预言帝。请记者过一周再去采访钟南山问问啥时候出现高峰。为什么要问一个呼吸科临床医生而不是流行病学家这个问题？因为在中国只要当了院士就是万能的。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiCTi2UYAERw9p?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiCTi1UwAEszV8?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiCTi7VUAAKCIp?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 美国今天确认第13例新型冠状病毒感染者，是上周从武汉撤出在圣地亚哥海军陆战队基地隔离的232人当中发现的。目前美国发现的13个病例有11个来自武汉，另2个是病人的配偶。其他密切接触者都没被传染。这也说明该病毒传染性目前不强，一般要有非常亲密的接触才会被传染。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQfQuXlVUAIoe54?format=jpg&name=medium

Elijah Liang @EljiahLiang · Feb 11 但是日本的钻石公主号邮轮感染率挺高。这个怎么解释呢？

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 我说的是一般情况，不包括医院、邮船这种特殊场合，也不排除有个别的超级传播者。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 新加坡总理李显龙去医院探望新冠肺炎患者，连口罩都没戴。按中国标准得穿防护服。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiS5wsU0AAUFhI?format=jpg&name=large

石韵小拾 @melodyofstone · Feb 11 方先生，李显龙不是去看望病人，是去了解国家传染病中心的设施和运作情况，给医务人员打气。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 那按中国标准也得戴口罩。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 像钟南山这样戴口罩只是个装饰，整个鼻子露在外面，起不到保护自己或避免传染别人的作用。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQihzP7VUAEf5zg?format=jpg&name=large

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 这个防疫新标杆、新经验是什么？封城、各地独立、人人出门戴口罩、在家关禁闭14天、禁言、训诫、抓人、喝中药？怎么墙外媒体说的都是经过多次协商才允许世卫组织派有经验的专家团队去考察工作呢？这个时候还在唱“厉害了我的国”，墙内人民信了就好。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiq5IoUwAULQxK?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiq5InUEAEpJBV?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 这么上班会先整出一大批精神病。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiyL30VUAAbE0P?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiyL31U8Ag77LG?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiyL33UUAAGgoD?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 今日野花：加州特有植物克利夫兰流星花（Cleveland's shooting star）。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQi4bfeU8AAFPrK?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQi4bnxUcAAS-eO?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQi4bvTUYAEGk1h?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQi4bwbUUAA7WB7?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 不戴口罩不能过桥，差点儿逼死人。跳水的后来被救上来，给了一个口罩。现在的口罩要用命换了。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227441365799329795

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 【美国法治之死】川普的军师罗杰.斯通被陪审团定罪后，将于近期判刑。检察官建议判7-9年。川普发推特大骂不公平，于是司法部撤回量刑建议，将建议减少量刑。三个办案检察官愤而辞职。总统这样公然干预司法、滥用权力，已经拿他没办法了，反正有共和党参议院护着他，可以为所欲为。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjGZ-OWsAIqTBc?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjGZ-qWAAIPhxW?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 漳州龙海也在抓没戴口罩的，围观者纷纷说太过分了。大概全国各地都在抓。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227457647387062272

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 发表新文章《批判性思维看时事——以美国弹劾案为例》 https://t.co/udjiZKD4GL?amp=1

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 最后一句话说得真是荡气回肠。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227472023229751296

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 这么封了一个单元的楼，有火灾怎么办？ https://twitter.com/i/status/1227478032698482688

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 新加坡冷静、理性对待新冠病毒疫情，得到了国际专家们的赞扬，认为其为其他国家树立了榜样。人家不用自吹为世界树立了防疫新标杆。李显龙说：“恐惧能比病毒造成更大的伤害。”“保持冷静，继续生活。” https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjnbwQU8AA4C0p?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjnbwEVUAAO0bv?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjnbwDU0AEQ6EX?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjnbwHUcAAjH3A?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 子女举报父母，妻子举报丈夫，邻居举报邻居，50年一轮回。人心之毒，甚于病毒。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjtleyUwAAKFBo?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjtlezU8AAh2wo?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjtln6UYAIq9Zp?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQjtln8UwAAt_8A?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 美国首批从武汉撤出的195人今天结束了14天度假式隔离，没人被发现感染新冠病毒。美国总共从武汉撤出、隔离了850人，目前仅从中发现一个病例。美国此次对新冠病毒疫情的反应也是过度的，美国专家认为，这与川普是个病菌恐惧症患者有关。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQj0xToU4AIbDRh?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQj0xTmVUAAUwvd?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQj0xXeU8AAzJXW?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQj0xXeUEAEpdrn?format=jpg&name=360x360

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 11 世界卫生组织全球传染危害预备部主任说，被新型冠状病毒感染的人大约80%只有轻微的感冒症状，大约15%出现肺炎，3%-5%需要进ICU。这样的话医疗系统不崩溃病死率应该会很低。她还说，只建议有症状的人戴口罩预防传染别人，没症状的人戴口罩没有用处。世界卫生组织总干事说，疫苗可能在18个月后研发出来。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiKdMbUUAETigM?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQiKdMdU8AAu7Mk?format=jpg&name=small

i37927AT @i37927AT · Feb 11 WHO信用几何？

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 世卫组织对罩国没啥信用。这不，很多人翻墙过来驳斥世卫组织呢，认为世卫组织应该去中国学习防疫经验呢。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 连北京医院都为了新冠病毒不做手术了，全国各地应该都一样了。为此要多死多少人？萨斯的时候也没停过手术吧？ https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQj_FhKUwAAriiS?format=jpg&name=large

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 以为我在墙内被封杀了，我的推特就也成了无主之物，就可以故意删掉我的名字大批量盗用，当成自己的东西发出来，被人当成是其“真知灼见”到处转发，如果不是有人转给我我还不知道。对这种剽窃我的推特的无耻之尤我见一个晒一个。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQkuSfMUwAA_0iG?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin Replying to @df456891 这意思是剽窃我是看得起我，多么好的剽窃理由，看来以后也可以以此理由剽窃我的文章、我的书了。即使没有剽窃的动机，这么做也是在配合对我的封杀。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 新时代冲锋队 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227729735293140992

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 城管来了，跑都跑不了。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227734902319116288

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 好文章，暗示现在的武汉就是奥斯维辛。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQnVwxnUcAAEPQp?format=jpg&name=large

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 罩国第五大发明吃饭用的口罩已经申请了专利。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQnh2s0UYAEPXD8?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQnh2s0UUAAFQAT?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 中国疾控中心对截止1月26日的8866个新冠病毒感染确诊和疑似病例的分析，患者平均年龄49岁，潜伏期3-7.2天，25.5%重症肺炎，死亡率3.06%，男人死亡率4.45%，女人死亡率1.25%（男女差异可能和吸烟有关）。基础传染数3.77，与萨斯相当。结论是：新冠病毒传染性与萨斯病毒相当，死亡率更低。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQkUQQcU4AIc1lD?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQkUQY1UwAAvi6a?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQkUQY2UUAAL-Wa?format=jpg&name=small

刘志明 @liuzhiming12315 · Feb 12 没什么可靠性，假数据得出的结果也是不可靠的

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 真实的数据需要你这种有特异功能的人去挖掘。国外444个病例才死了1个，更是假的离谱，你顺便把国外真实数据也挖掘了。

刚开始 @t1RL01iRobNmjv0 · Feb 12 Replying to @fangshimin 方舟子这就是你的不对了，外国好医疗条件能比吗？

方舟子 @fangshimin Replying to @t1RL01iRobNmjv0 翻墙水军终于承认中国医疗条件世界第一差，连泰国、马来西亚、越南、柬埔寨、印度、尼泊尔……都不如了？

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 全国各地都在搞宵禁，难道是觉得病毒晚上会在大街上晃悠？纯粹就是以防疫的名义扰民。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoEwRfU4AE-1Tj?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoEwRkU4AEI4Zi?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoEwRfVAAEE14n?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoEwRcUYAAgsmQ?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 发表新文章《方舟子：怎么做好厨房的食品卫生？》https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/oikhDbeU7AdNQH0em4DlFQ

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 今日山景。经过一片海岸橡树林，再经过一片加州丁香树林，三小时的行程超过预计，下山时已是满天星斗。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoUWKtUwAAzZ-O?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoUWKsVUAAribf?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoUWNAUEAAJer7?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoUWPwU0AEszVV?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 中国的专家就像算命先生，正说反说不管发生什么事都能说中。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQobmMpU0AAZ4Qg?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQobmMsU8AEq865?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 “山河异域，风月同天”不过是日本人从日本家喻户晓的鉴真东渡故事里抄来的偈语，哪是从什么“中国最有名的典故”化来的？“异域”指不同国家，而周顗说的“山河之异”是感叹被异族占领，并不是“强调的是空间距离非常远”，所以才把众人说哭了，然后才有王导训斥他们哭什么哭。别拿毫不相干的事装“文学的敏感”。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQokJ4JU8AEMJet?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 今日野花：南加州特有植物阿尔德森灯心草蔷薇（Alderson's rush-rose）。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoriHJU0AAqQrk?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoriOzU4AAEHFV?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoriXnUUAAf6gc?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQoriYTU8AAB3up?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 绝不能让美国人学习中国的防疫经验。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQowmbSU4AAF73i?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 川普说：“中国控制新冠病毒疫情的方式非常专业，一切都在他们的掌控之中，很快就会控制住疫情。”他一定很羡慕那种可以封城、断路、禁言、把所有人关禁闭、宵禁、入室打砸的“专业”做法。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQo5tunU8AA8KoB?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 12 湖北省单独改变诊断标准，一夜之间把疑似病例和确诊病例合并的好处是，以后病例的增加相对少了，就可以说出现拐点了。坏处是，如果没隔离好，疑似病例在医院里都会因为交叉感染变成真的新冠肺炎。仅仅以有没有肺炎作为诊断标准是荒唐的。现在是流感季节，里面的病例肯定很多是流感导致的肺炎。

foxson @foxson98 · Feb 13 觉得老方这一条有待讨论，就算数字合并，但是现在疑似的并没有进医院，都是在疑似隔离点，隔离确诊了才进医院的，有的确诊因为没床位还无法进医院，这是我认识的人的经历。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 不了解情况别乱说。合并的理由号称就是为了让所有病人都去医院治疗。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 美国多位医学专家抨击武汉搞“方舱医院”是19世纪的做法，是不顾病人死活，让他们在简陋处所相互感染各种病毒、病菌（不只是新冠病毒）。更合适的做法是让轻症病人在家隔离，培训其家属照顾病人和避免感染。他们并指出，想要完全控制一种比较温和的呼吸道传染病病毒的传播是不切实际的，史无前例。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQpFmctUwAEFHWb?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 次生灾害导致的无辜死亡。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1227880855164485633

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 美国国家安全顾问声称他们有证据证明华为设备留有后门，可以未经运营商允许获得网络和用户数据，并声称愿意与盟国分享证据。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQpWgVxU0AAFAz9?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 我一直以为管轶是香港人，原来是内地医生出身的，难怪跟内地医生一样喜欢信口开河。现在有人要为当初他的危言耸听洗白，说新冠病毒疫情比萨斯严重证明他说对了。他当初那么预言是抨击武汉防疫不力，没说到点子上。疫情严重是因为这是比较温和的传染病，多数感染者症状轻微，就难以像萨斯那样控制住。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQpd2SdUEAAOSpl?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 这种人就是无耻之尤，偷别人的东西偷得如此理直气壮。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQpyLaAU0AEWzCG?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 全国各地都在抓在家里打麻将的，抓到就砸麻将桌。好几个国外记者看了视频都来问我这是怎么回事，为什么防疫就要禁止打麻将。中国逻辑他们是不懂的。既然一家子都不能坐在一起打麻将，那也不应该坐在一起吃饭。啥时候开始流行砸饭桌？ https://twitter.com/i/status/1228103813606731776

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 各地开始实施战时管制，还真把防疫当战争，把人民当亡国奴。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQsiOMtUEAA5ntO?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQsiOMuU4AAjS4B?format=jpg&name=900x900 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQsiOM5UYAAyVY2?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 这个是更大的悲剧，就像我一直说的，为了少死一些新冠肺炎病人，害死了更多其他病的病人，把防疫搞成政治运动的后果之一。中国新闻周刊：武汉广发肿瘤医院被临时征用，家属口述癌症患者被强制出院后的遭遇https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/aGdb2vwpd5OPgEmWAD55TA

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 挂一个大批量地剽窃、盗用我的推特的无耻之尤，被我发现后他不仅不删掉偷来的东西，还理直气壮地声称要继续剽窃、盗用。在我遇见的剽窃犯中，此人是最无耻的。他号称是个“漫画家”，看来别人找个借口也可以剽窃、盗用其漫画，因为他不认为别人的作品有知识产权，当然别人也可把他的作品当无主之物。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQsv-8MUcAAui5c?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQsv-8LUYAA33aR?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 说“只有中国可以”是不准确的，朝鲜更可以，更会让外国网友惊讶。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQs3MT0UcAAF1cr?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQs3MT1UwAAawpG?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 运动了，吓死几个病毒了。这是哪里的方言，不看标语牌我还以为是在喊“新冠肺炎，爱我中华”。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228143112679084032

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 我在美国医院、诊所见过的门诊医生、护士没人戴口罩，在中国医院、诊所不管哪个科的医生、护士都戴口罩。这是文化差异、地方习俗。武汉中南医院去年想引进国外的做法改变口罩文化，勇气可嘉，这不，现在被人翻出来批了，好像瘟疫就是他们造成的似的。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtFTWcU0AA-Zhb?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtFTWcU8AAL4qx?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 这也是防疫的次生灾害，受害者是学生。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtMpfVUcAEBo-r?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtMpfXUYAEGUL1?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 吴军是在美国一家肿瘤医院做动物肿瘤模型的技术人员，其专业与呼吸道传染病没有任何关系。胡说新冠肺炎病人是被自由基杀死的，难道是要推销抗自由基保健品？ https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtTWifU8AAiuSu?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtTWjCVUAE2gKa?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtTWimUwAAifw6?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 刚刚康复的患者血液里还有较多抗体，理论上是有可能用于治疗病人的，以前治疗埃博拉、重症流感国外都尝试过，对其有效性有争议。但是没做临床试验，尝试了十例就敢说“效果显著”，就要求康复者献血，那是只有中国医生敢这么说。这种疗法，不仅有效性，而且安全性和可行性都是问题。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtZpXjU4AIO_LC?format=jpg&name=large

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 今日山景 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtkV6dUUAAcD5e?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtkV6RVUAAxbVp?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtkV6SU4AIxoG1?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtkV6RVUAMSJsS?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 口罩不是通行证，手上有口罩不戴也会被抓的。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228192990272770049

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 犯人穿防护服出庭受审，难道法庭刚刚发现了新冠肺炎患者？不戴口罩闯卡判7个月，不戴口罩跑步隔离14天罚款1万元，想要办50大寿生日宴会被公诉，集体发癔症，不跟着发的遭殃。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtxqWOUYAEhs1B?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtxqWMU0AE3BYw?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtxqWqUcAIHKZV?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQtxqWuUwAAY9zq?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 老太太坐在那里，除了执法人员又没别人，戴口罩干吗？防止被执法人员传染吗？却把老太太逼疯了。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228208190422056966

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 我猜得不错吧，改变诊断标准的目的就为了表明换了领导后一夜之间防疫工作取得了伟大胜利。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQt_m_ZU0AETlIO?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQt_m_eU0AEQMhd?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 13 看来罩国是要实行口罩专卖，哄抬物价也只能是政府来干。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQuHG_JU4AEXft7?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQuHG_GVUAISGaN?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 又抓住一名没戴口罩的女子，真威风。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228231996016431105

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 贵州一男子在微信朋友圈说高速公路路口有土匪把守，被行政拘留15日。一开始他还否认说过，以为民警看不到其朋友圈？不知道微信是透明的？ https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQuVO1OUUAA8rjn?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 钟南山公共场合戴口罩，去病房探望新冠肺炎患者反而没戴口罩，这是什么规范？ https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQxsbbeVUAU6UeE?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 江西不跟全国其他省一起玩了，独立了。毕竟，不复产复工没饭吃更要命。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQx7he-VAAANUPn?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQx7he9UwAMv-CU?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 罩国进化成套国了。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQyJ7diVAAAifYZ?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQyJ7djUYAEgTn7?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQyJ7diVUAAmvcd?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQyJ7kcUUAEFcXl?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 我预言得不错，接下去就是禁止家人一起吃饭，要砸饭桌了。黄冈市委书记说：【在家里要尽量在不同房间休息、活动，吃饭要错时、分餐，坐在一起吃饭就是相互谋杀，病毒可不认什么亲人。】报告书记，同床睡觉更容易传染病毒，啥时候开始禁止亲人同床睡觉，开始砸床？ https://twitter.com/i/status/1228516849735782400

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 罩国新设不戴口罩罪，违反者绳之以法，游街示众。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228524369615314944

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 今日山景 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQygRuSUYAAZvXj?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQygRuVUUAAagE3?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQygRvAUYAIWpPP?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQygRzlUUAEmxL5?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 遇到一条西部补鼻蛇（western patch-nosed snake）快速地横穿马路，无毒。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQyoGXmU0AMvBH0?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 【今日微课】《真相》系列之一：“少年心事不堪言”https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/bXQvotpdTAyyqCEUCJZzYA

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 今日所见野花：克利夫兰流星花(Cleveland’s shooting star)、阿尔德森灯芯草蔷薇(Alderson’s rush-rose)、红灌木猴花(red bush monkey flower)、糖灌木与柠檬糖水莓杂交种(sugar bush x lemonade berry ) https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQy3-d7VUAAqpYd?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQy3-d3UYAIQS6O?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQy3-d3UYAM_5x2?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQy3-ucVAAIt6fi?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 这是隔离还是坐牢关禁闭？还有一点点人的尊严吗？ https://twitter.com/i/status/1228594726305030144

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 这么搞有几家企业敢复产？还真不如让员工一直在家待着。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQzi92UUEAAXyV2?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 中医院士终于承认中药就是安慰剂。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQzpdeXVAAAYCrL?format=jpg&name=900x900

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 14 美国疾控中心主任今天说，新冠病毒很可能在这个季节之后、甚至今年之后还在传播，它最终会变成社区中传播的病毒。现在的措施只是在为疫苗研发争取时间。美帝显然不懂得罩国人民战争的威力，罩国一定要把病毒全部消灭，否则不就白折腾了。他还说美国很愿意帮助中国防疫，6周前就提出，没被中国接受。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQufK-8UwAECT0F?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQufK-zVUAI2U7Q?format=jpg&name=360x360 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQufK-zU8AIqI5e?format=jpg&name=small

Roger Huang @huangnaizhe · Feb 14 方博士，我看到病毒专家董宇红博士认为病毒非常有可能是人工干预的。她也提到美国一名科学家叫 James Lyons-Weiler写了篇博客叫 On the origins of the 2019-nCov virus, Wuhan, China. 对此你怎么看？

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 董宇红是轮子的御用“专家”，证明过连轮子功能抗癌。James Lyons-Weiler是美国著名的反疫苗“专家”。这种人的话谁信谁傻。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 中国速度：10天建成的武汉火神山医院10天后成了这个样子。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228620475267305472

Kevin Hoo @killbp · Feb 15 说是没有交付的雷神山的可以休息了。至少两个细节告诉你是已经交付的火神山：1、没有交付不会用A4纸打印“女更通道，随手关门“贴在门上；2、视频二中病床边有红色保温瓶和一些小物品，说明已经有病患入住。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 雷神山医院也已在2月6日建成通过验收，2月8日交付使用。除了那个A4纸告示，看地面、门锁就可知已装修好开始使用，不排除病人还没入住。谁有显示病床边物品的第二个视频？

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 官方“辟谣”说漏雨的是没建成交付使用的病房。看看这段病房漏雨视频，说这样的病房没被使用，你服不服？ https://twitter.com/i/status/1228824519902543872

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 自家人不仅不能打麻将，也不能打牌。桌子有没有被砸？ https://twitter.com/i/status/1228832805494222848

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 还没有交付使用怎么门上有告示，怎么病床上已经住人了？据说还是负压病房，允许单向进水，是这个意思吗？ https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ26J3oUcAAPpOH?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ26J3zUEAErsP2?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ26J-mUUAM36MR?format=jpg&name=small

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 病毒科普歌曲 https://youtu.be/JYTzX9JCbDY

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 这说的是川普吧？ https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ3JMSmU0AAwfxR?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 世界卫生组织总干事是一个负责组织、协调的行政官员，他随口说的话并不能代表世界卫生组织专家团队的观点。正如前总干事陈冯福珍一直在提倡中医药，甚至在演讲里声称自己也吃中药养生，这并不能代表世界卫生组织的立场。世界卫生组织的权威之处在于有一支各国专家组成的团队，代表其立场的是正式文件。

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 冬泳没戴口罩被抓，看来罩国还得发明可用于游泳的防水口罩。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228879468409704448

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 抓到不戴口罩的村民，绑起来戴胸罩示众，雄辩地证明罩国还是中世纪。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228885924634746880

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 外国记者问我这些砸麻将桌的事件都发生在哪里，我只能根据讲话者方言猜测。这个视频倒是不用猜，执法人员衣服上写着浙江温州榆垟。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228892943731134465

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 今日山景 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ3vIx1UUAEargi?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ3vIyIUUAAB1F8?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ3vI7EVAAE8DVl?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ3vI7DUUAIMURU?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 今日所见野花：海岸火焰草(coastal Indian paint bush)、加州紫茉莉(California four o’clock)、克利夫兰流星花(Cleveland’s shooting star)、圣地亚哥豌豆(San Diego pea)。 https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ33rP5UYAAsgU-?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ33rX8U4AEGpIu?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ33rirVUAAMptw?format=jpg https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ33rsVU0AE-HlI?format=jpg

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 老汉出门解手忘了戴口罩，抓起来送医院隔离15天。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228919617537466368

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 正如我预测的，自复工以来全国各地发生多起一个员工得了新冠肺炎，全体员工被隔离14天的事件。更要命的是，还要公司自己出隔离费。温州的行情是，送到酒店隔离，每人每天收费800元。中小型企业还不得给搞破产，何苦复工呢？ https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ4I9CGUcAAjqoZ?format=jpg&name=small https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EQ4I9CEVAAAq_9z?format=jpg&name=medium

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 打响了打人民的防疫战争。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228939269609181186

方舟子 @fangshimin · Feb 15 又一个被绑树上示众的。 https://twitter.com/i/status/1228946902101585920