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fitrahgolden · 3 months

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WEARY MEMORY: 9 - LEANING BACK ON A BROKEN WILLOW TREE

“You sure you don't need anything?” Anthony asked as they pulled up to Kate's house after the flight home from Edinburgh.

“For the third time, Anthony, I'm sure. It's not that bad.”

“No? Then why are you rubbing your temples raw?”

Kate hadn't even noticed she was doing it. Some time during the hour and a half long flight home, Kate had developed a splitting headache. Nothing she couldn't handle, but she wasn't surprised when Anthony had immediately gone into caretaker mode and would not stop checking in on her, and even tried to get her to let him take her to A&E.

“Maybe I'm rubbing them because you won't stop asking if I need anything.”

“Fine,” Anthony grumbled before putting his 4x4 in park.

By the time Kate had said goodbye to their kids, Anthony had gotten her luggage out of the back.

“I'm just gonna help your mum with her bags,” he said into one of the windows.

She let him lead the way to her door. Once the bags were inside, Anthony looked over at the kids in the car, then ran a hand down Kate's arm.

“At least tell me you aren't working at all today,” he pleaded, his voice low.

Kate sighed. “I'm not working. I'm going to keep all the lights off, lie down, and do absolutely nothing. Promise.”

Anthony seemed mollified. “I wish I could join you,” he said wistfully.

“Me, too.”

“Soon?” Anthony looked at her, eyebrows raised in hope.

During their last night in Edinburgh, Kate and Anthony had decided they would tell their families about their reconciliation, starting with the kids, once they got back home.

“Soon,” Kate promised.

Anthony leaned forward slightly, but caught himself. He shook his head before putting a warning finger up. “No work.”

Kate smacked it away with a laugh. “No work. Bye.”

—

As promised, Kate spent her afternoon with the lights off and the curtains drawn. She changed into an oversized shirt that skimmed her thighs and texted Edwina about holding off on picking up Newton until tomorrow. After taking a couple of painkillers, she settled under a blanket on the sofa and fell asleep.

Anthony with a “ta”: How are you feeling?

Anthony with a “ta”: I'm going to assume you're asleep. Text me when you see this.

Anthony with a “ta”: I'm coming over. Don't be mad.

—

Kate slowly blinked herself awake, feeling much better, and groped around in the dark for her phone to check the time. It was then that she realised that the reason she woke up was the knocking at her front door. She checked her messages on her way to answer it, pausing momentarily when she read the last one that had come in.

“Anthony, what are you doing here?” Kate put a hand on her hip, her other hand holding the door open.

“I told you not to be mad. I bought you ice cream.” Anthony held up a grocery bag, and weaponised his smile in a way that was wholly unfair. “Let me in, Kit.”

Kate tried her best to look annoyed, but didn't think she was pulling it off. She opened the door further so he could cross the threshold. Anthony kissed her softly and whispered, “How are you feeling?” as he nuzzled her nose and ran a hand under her shirt–checking to see if anything was underneath it, Kate knew.

“Much better, actually. I should take the ice cream and send you home.”

“Mm, Ned would be disappointed. He loves being in charge.”

Kate closed the door and followed Anthony into the kitchen.

“Are we having this now, or…” Anthony turned around when he reached the fridge. “What is it?”

“What?” Kate was grinning like an idiot, and she knew it.

Anthony narrowed his eyes at her, a smirk forming on his lips. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Right.”

“Just put the ice cream in the freezer.”

“I will, but then you're going to tell me what you're thinking about.”

Once the ice cream had been put away, Anthony stalked around the kitchen island towards Kate. Soon, he was placing his hands on the counter on either side of her. He levelled his gaze at her, his expression smug and playful. God, she was just so happy to see him, to have him here, not in their therapist's office, or at a restaurant. Here, at home. Just the two of them.

“What did you tell them?” Kate whispered, her eyes flicking down to his lips.

Anthony mirrored her, his gaze turning downward. “The kids?” he murmured, not looking up.

“Yeah, what reason did you give for coming here?”

“I told them that I'm going to take care of their mother.”

Then his mouth was on hers. As always, Kate's fingers were in his hair instantly. When she tugged, Anthony groaned, grasping her waist and encouraging her up onto the island.

After a few blissful moments, Anthony pulled away and panted, “Don't you move. Let me just go ahead and get–”

Kate tugged on his arm as he was about to head in the direction of her bedroom.

“Mm-mm.” She shook her head, pulling him back between where her legs were dangling off the counter.

“No?”

“No, please.” She answered earnestly. “Just you. Just… Just us. Is that OK?”

Anthony kissed her before nodding. “If you're sure.”

“I am. I need all of you.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. He kissed her again, a completely different feeling to it than the last one. It was so demanding, so consuming, Kate almost expected him to climb up onto the counter himself. Instead, he pushed her onto her back, his touch a little harsh, just as it was when he then rid her of her knickers, pulling them over her legs in a couple of jerking tugs.

He lifted one leg up onto his shoulder and looked at Kate, steely-eyed.

“No one else is here, Kit. Don't hold back, understand? I finally get to really hear you.”

With that, he ducked his head down, and Kate immediately gave him something to hear.

—

An hour or so later, Kate and Anthony were on the kitchen floor, completely nude, polishing off the pint of ice cream Anthony had brought with him that evening.

Once Kate had finished the last spoonful, she reached up over her head to tip the carton and spoon into the sink above them. Anthony moved quickly, taking advantage of the way her manoeuvring pushed her chest out. He covered a nipple with his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“Shit.” Kate laughed as she let herself be taken.

“Let me put you to bed,” he breathed against her sternum.

Kate sighed regretfully, a hand running through his hair.

“You can't sleep here, Anthony.”

Anthony's groan was soft as he sat back up. “I know. I just… I want to shower with you and tuck you in. I can't go to bed with you yet, but I'm getting impatient thinking about getting back into a routine with you, Kit. Let's get ready for bed, and then I'll leave.

And so, for the first time in almost four years, Kate and Anthony got ready for bed together. They stood side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing their teeth. Kate couldn't stop herself from constantly looking over at Anthony, at the other sink, his sink. No one had used it since he moved out. It never stopped being his.

Kate's eyes also flicked over to the huge standalone tub, the one Anthony insisted on.

“Anthony, it's a swimming pool.”

“We need a big tub, Kit.”

“Reckon there will be a lot of shared baths in our future, do you?”

“Absolutely. But we also need a place to sleep on bad nights. You prefer the tub, right? I want to be in there with you.”

In the shower, Anthony helped Kate run conditioner down the length of her hair, and she scrubbed his back. In the bedroom, Anthony sat at the edge of the bed and watched as Kate did her evening skincare routine at her vanity.

Once she joined him at the bed, Anthony pulled back the covers on her side. Then he cradled her face in his hands and kissed so tenderly, she nearly wept.

“We have to tell them. I hate that you have to leave. We have to tell them so we can all be under the same roof again. I'm so close to begging you to stay.”

Anthony laughed softly. “I'm so close to begging you to let me.” He slid his hands down and pulled her even closer as he hugged her. “Get in bed so I can kiss you good night, Kit.”

—

“I'm sorry I said you couldn't kiss.”

“Is Dad moving, or are you?”

“Are we having a wedding?”

“And when are you moving?”

“Can I throw flowers like on telly?”

Before Anthony left the night before, he and Kate had agreed that she would come over the next day so they could talk to kids together. Kaveri had made a sound that could only be described as a screech before she and Maaran both started peppering their parents with questions, seemingly welcoming the news without hesitation.

Edmund, however, stayed quiet, observing his siblings with stony eyes from his seat in the corner of the sofa. When the other kids finally allowed for a lull in the conversation, Anthony moved to sit next to his eldest. Edmund turned away from him just a little.

“Neddy,” Kate said softly. “I know this is a lot to hear. How are you feeling?”

Edmund mumbled, still looking away.

“What was that, Bud?” Anthony asked.

Edmund turned toward his family and sighed heavily. “How do you know you aren't going to break up again?”

“Why would you say that?!” Maaran cried. Kate put her arm around him.

“Shh, Kanna. Let him talk.”

Anthony nodded solemnly. “Ned–”

“Did you guys know only six percent of divorced people marry each other again?” Edmund was looking at his siblings, not his parents.

Kaveri scrunched up her face. “What does that mean?”

“It means they probably aren't really getting married, Riri.”

“Shut up, Ned! They just said!” Maaran buried his face in Kate's side, muffling his voice when he spoke again. “They just said they were getting married, idiot.”

“I want a wedding, Dad,” Kaveri said as she crawled into Anthony's lap. “I want to throw flowers at you.”

Anthony patted his daughter's cheek before turning towards Ned again.

“Where did you learn that, Ned?”

The boy shrugged. “I looked it up when you moved out.” Anthony and Kate looked at each other. Before either could respond, their son added, “And again last night when you went to Amma's house.”

Ah.

Edmund continued, answering the unasked question. “I didn't know, but you guys were acting so weird in Scotland. I thought maybe… Well, this all doesn't matter. It's still only six percent.”

“I want to go to my room,” Maaran announced as he stood, glaring at his brother. “They wouldn't tell us they're getting married if they aren't getting married. I can't believe you're being so mean to them.”

“Yeah, don't be mean, Neddy. You can't be mean at the wedding.”

“Guys, leave your brother alone,” Anthony ordered, his voice more stern than he’d intended. Kaveri shrank a little while Maaran rolled his eyes.

“Can I go to my room, please?”

Kate nodded. “Go on, Maan,” she said softly. “Take Kav upstairs with you.”

Anthony had to nudge his daughter off his lap before she would follow Maaran out of the living room.

“Don't let Neddy stop the wedding,” she said on her way out.

Edmund scoffed. “That's not what I'm doing!”

Anthony put a hand on his shoulder, “We know that. Don't worry about her.”

The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Kate spoke.

“Ned, you're right. Plans change, lives change, and you can't always see it coming. You know that better than someone your age should. And, yes, it is unusual, remarrying. But that is what your father and I are going to do. It's OK that you're having a hard time trusting that, especially right away.”

Edmund took a deep breath as he leaned back against the couch cushions, aggressively wiping away a tear. “It just… It feels too good to be true. I know that sounds stupid–”

Kate shook her head vehemently. “Not at all. That's exactly what I told your dad, actually. Just a few days ago, while we were acting ‘so weird’ in Scotland.”

Edmund laughed just a little, and with that, the tightness in Anthony's chest loosened a fraction.

“Really?” their son asked. “It feels like that to you, too?”

“Not as much. It feels more real every day. But I've had more days with it than you have. I hope it will start to feel more real to you soon. You need time. We get that.”

“But, Ned,” Anthony said. “Maan and Kav's feelings about this are important, too. Don't give them a hard time for being excited, OK?”

“OK.”

“Do you want to keep talking about this now?”

Edmund seemed to think about it for a few long moments.

“Can you see if I can talk to Jocelyn early this week?”

Anthony gave him an encouraging smile. “Of course, Bud. We'll see what she's got available.”

Their son seemed pacified for the time being. “Can I go?”

Anthony and Kate both nodded. Once they were alone, he reached for her.

“I love you. You're amazing.” He pulled her over until she was sitting pressed up against him.

Kate shook her head. “I'm fucking shaking, actually. That was terrifying.”

“I know. I think it was alright, though.”

“Could have been worse, for sure.” She laid her head on his shoulder.

“One day at a time.” He kissed her hair. “Let's take the wins where we can get them.”

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daemongal · 4 years

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Snow day

So this ended up getting finished a day late, but this is a fic I wrote for @copper-wasp for secret valentines! Hope you enjoy some fluffy fun times with Dante in the snow ^.^

Warnings: None!

Word count: 2300

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the room as you woke, body warm and safe from the winter air under the thick quilt with Dante’s heavy arm was wrapped around your waist holding you close against his chest. You yawned quietly, stretching your legs and neck before letting out a light groan.

You had made plans with your boyfriend for Valentines day and you knew you would need to get up and pull yourselves around eventually, a highly unappealing thought from your current position. After a few more moments you threw off the blanket, hissing as the cold hit your skin.

You heard an unintelligible grumble as the arm around your waist tightened, stopping any attempt of lifting yourself up.

“Mmm, stay a little longer babe. We’ve got all day.” He nuzzled his face between your shoulder blades, planting a few lazy kisses against your skin. You sighed, melting into his hold before twisting yourself to turn over so you could face him. He squinted before opening one eye, expression immediately softening as he met your gaze. You pecked him on the nose before nuzzling into his chest with a content sigh.

“I’ll go make us coffee if you let me move.”

“No.” He replied abruptly, pressing his lips against the top of your head. “I’m holding you captive, that’s it.”

“Oh no, the cuddle monster has captured me,” you spoke dryly, voice heavy with sarcasm, “whatever shall I do.”

“Hmm, if you pay the toll he just might let you go for the promise of coffee.” You smirked, lifting your head to see his eyes scrunched closed and his lips puckered. You ran fingers lightly over his jawline before pressing your lips to his in a gentle, chaste kiss. Dante’s arm lifted from you as your lips left his.

“Fine, I’ll let you go; but this was a one-time deal capiche?”

“Oh mighty, generous cuddle demon,” you spoke as you lifted yourself from the bed, grabbing your discarded dressing gown from the floor and throwing it over yourself, “I thank thee for taking mercy on me.” You stretched your arms, revelling in the rewarding chuckle you were granted.

You reached for the curtains, planning to let in a little natural light to make sure Dante didn’t fall back asleep. You pulled the curtains apart, mouth dropping open as you were met with the view of completely snow covered streets, thick layers of untouched white as far as your eyes could see. Your gawking must have caught Dante’s attention as he quickly appeared behind you, chin resting on your head to check out the view.

He whistled in surprise, lazily throwing his arms over your shoulders as you continued to look on in stunned silence. You didn’t even know it snowed in Capulet, many winters had gone by with not a single flake falling from the sky, now suddenly the streets were covered with a layer thicker than any you’d seen before.

“Well, as much as I’d love to say our plans are still on, I don’t even think Cavalierre would manage through snow that thick, especially not if I have you in tow; it’s not worth the risk. But look on the bright side,” his arms suddenly slipped around your waist, picking you up effortlessly as you let out a surprised yelp before he span you on the spot, “snow day!”

You couldn’t help but get caught up in his child-like enthusiasm as you threw up your arms in the air in delight. He placed you back on the floor before quickly turning to scoop up his clothes and start getting dressed.

“C’mon! It’s all fresh and untouched, we gotta be the ones to run through it first!” He hastily pulled up his trousers, hopping on one foot across the room while putting on a boot. You giggled at his excitement, grabbing some clothes from the floor and getting dressed as quick as you could. By the time you were done, Dante was already downstairs, grumbling at the front door.

“Ahh shit. Wind must have blown a snow drift against the door and it won’t open.” You passed him a puzzled look.

“Surely you’re strong enough to just, you know, push it.”

“Well, I mean I could but it’ll probably break and I don’t think Vergil would be… best impressed if it needed fixing… again.” He had a fair point, Vergil’s wrath was not something you particularly wanted to bear witness to any more than was necessary.

“Soooooo… how are we gonna get outside then,” you questioned, “we can’t waste snow day cooped up in here!” Dante’s brow furrowed in thought as he considered his options, turning to stare at the door once more.

“I mean, a new door shouldn’t costs that much ri-”

“Don’t break the door Dante,” you interjected as he threw up his arms in defeat with an exasperated ‘fine’. Suddenly his eyes lit up and a smile spread up his cheeks, the kind of smile that normally means he’s up to no good. He dashed past you to head up the stairs and, after a roll of your eyes you decided to follow.

“Okay, so what genius plan have you hatched up this ti-” you were cut off abruptly as you were lifted from the ground by arms that were suddenly back around your waist. “D-Dante, what are you doing?!” you yelled over your shoulder as he walked you backwards towards the bedroom, specifically to the bedroom window.

“Just taking a shortcut is all.” You glanced over your shoulder to see that the large bedroom window had been lifted fully open as the bitter outside wind blew into the room. He scooted himself backwards until his back was flush with the window, a large grin on his face. You opened your mouth to object before he cut in.

“Brace for impact!”

On his words, he threw himself backwards with you, free falling through the air as your words of objection were lost behind a shocked scream.

All the air left Dante’s lungs past your ear as you hit the ground bunched against his chest. Luckily for you the snow and the body of the half-demon more than cushioned the fall, but it didn’t stop you from letting out a whine of discontent. Dante groaned beneath you.

“Okay, that seemed like a great idea in my head, but it turns out,” you heard the crack of his neck as he twisted his head left and right, “probably could have done with a bit more snow to get away with that.” Now was the perfect time for you to be concerned, however your boyfriend was a super healing half-demon, and he just gave you the fright of your life. Instead you opted to grab a handful of snow, sitting yourself up and turning to throw it straight into his face.

He spluttered, shaking his head as a dog would when wet, quickly sitting up with you.

“Hey! I could have been seriously hurt and that’s the first thing you do!” You grabbed another handful, repeating the action before he pushed you off his lap and into the snow. You huffed with a smirk on your lips, turning to reach for more snow to weaponise.

You spun, readying your quickly put together snowball before feeling the impact and sting of your cheek as a snowball hit you square in the face. You looked up, mouth agape at the cheek of it to see him nonchalantly juggling another snowball in his hand with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t give whatcha can’t take sweetheart.” You smiled, eyebrows scrunching in determination as you hopped to your feet, brandishing your own snowy weapon. The surrounding snow was quite deep, coming up just past the half-way point of your shins.

“Now we both know I can give as good as I take, right baby?” You noticed his eyes darken for a split second as he gazed over you with an intensity.

“Oh it’s on.” the snowball fight that ensued was disgustingly one-sided. Naturally he dodged each of your throws like it was nothing, countering it perfectly with ones of his own. For each one you proudly dodged, another quickly followed, although he was kind enough to not hit you in the face every time.

You know you should be mad at how proudly he displayed his obvious advantage, but he knows that you hate it even more when he lets you win. Sure, that means that even small victories are few and far between with him, but it always makes them all the more sweeter. When you manage to dapple his coat with a few stray flakes of snow, it gives you a little shot of pride; not very long-lived pride, but pride nonetheless.

After a few minutes of being relentlessly pummelled you dropped backwards into the snow in defeat.

“I yield, oh mighty cuddle demon! I’m no match for your prowess.” You splay out your arms and begin to move them up and down through the snow, opening and closing your legs at the same time. Dante stood over you, a puzzled look on his face.

“What’re you doing, waving around like that?”

“I’m making a snow angel,” you answered, arms stilling when the confused look didn’t leave, “you do know what a snow angel is right?” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“Erm, should I?” You sat up in shock, slowly standing trying to not disturb the pattern left in the snow.

“Look, it leaves an imprint that looks like an angel, see?”

“I mean, I kinda see it. Pretty cool that it can give you wings like that though.”

“Yeah! Why don’t you try it?”

“Me, making a snow angel? Don’t you see the irony in that.” He paused, that thoughtful scowl appearing on his brows again as he carefully glanced around as if checking for something before smirking and tapping his forehead. “I got a better idea.”

A bright flash filled your vision as you turned your head, squinting from the intensity before setting your eyes on the hulking form of Dante’s sin devil trigger. His jaw was set in an almost permanent smile in this form due to his large teeth, but you knew him well enough to recognise the grin hiding underneath.

He stretched out his huge arms and spread his wings, collapsing backwards into the snow. He lay for a moment, making sure the imprint was made before throwing himself up to his feet to look upon his masterpiece. You lifted your hand to muffle the laugh escaping your chest as you saw his shoulders drop as he looked down.

There was a large, shapeless patch of road visible right where he was laid. His warm body in this form not only melted away any snow under his body, but also most of the surrounding snow too. You could hear a distorted grumbling as you did your best to stop laughing to move to his side.

“Well it’s… definitely something. A snow… blob maybe?” you tried to fight back your laughter as the grumbling intensified. “I mean, if a behemoth belly flopped from the sky, directly into that spot, that’s probably… what it would l-look like-pffft.” you burst into laughter at the completely unamused look on the half demons face, made even funnier by the form he was currently in as he crossed his arms across his chest and turned away from you petulantly.

You were nearly doubled over, tears streaming down your face as you fought to catch your breath, bursting once again when you saw him kick at some snow to try and cover up your own snow angel, only for the snow to melt on contact.

Your only reprieve from laughter was a number of sneezes as you suddenly became aware of the dampness of your clothes with the blowing of a sudden brisk breeze. You laughing came to a halt as you sniffled and hugged your arms into yourself.

You jerked as you felt large arms around your waist once more, unable to react as he dropped to the floor with you, placing you in his large lap still triggered.

“What the-” he hugged you tight, cutting you off as his large wings circled around your body.

“Gotta warm you up.” His distorted voice rang deep from his chest as you felt the heat radiating from his wings over your body, arms and legs acting like a heated blanket wrapped around you. You relaxed into his hold as the chill against your skin quickly eased, replaced by a comfortable warmth.

You leaned your head back against his chest, glancing up into the sky, inhaling a short breath as you saw the flakes of snow slowly falling once more, melting and evaporating as soon as they came close to Dante. A smile spread up your cheeks, a warm giddy feeling spreading through your chest as you heard a gentle growl coming from the half-demon behind you, a sound you could only equate to the purr of a cat.

“I know this probably wasn’t what you had planned, but so far, this has been the best Valentine's day ever. He nuzzled his face gently against the top of your head before de-triggering and lifting you up in his arms bridal style.

“Mine too sweetheart.” He pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. You continued smiling as he kicked away the snow in front of the door and walked back in to the office with you. “Now how about I run you a bath, you’re soaked through.” You pecked him on the cheek.

“As long as you join me.” A cheeky grin spread up one side of his face.

“As if you needed to ask.”

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I apologise for any blatant errors, my editing was pretty rushed D:

#dmc #devil may cry #dante #dante x reader #fluff #fic #snow #valentines day #my writing

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such-a-random-rambler · 4 years

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High - Part 7

This was going to be more than one part, but they really aren’t worth it on their own, so these three scenes are going together.

Please note the tags

The demand came in from The Hood just as promised. Another pre-recorded message instead of a live broadcast for it to assumed that everything had gone according to his plan. What the bastard wanted was quite exhaustive: schematics for the Thunderbirds, developmental logs for a few key pieces of technology and the details of every International Rescue operative. That much data could have been used to cripple them, sabotage them or even weaponised if in the wrong hands. They idly debated back and forth if The Hood meant to do one of those himself or sell it to the highest bidder.

EOS forwarded the message to the GDF with a little bit of information of her own since she had not been allowed outside the islands’ systems for a more thorough investigation: a few snippets of code she’d found that hinted at The Hood’s current location. Other than that, they ignored the man and continued their anxious wait.

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“Penny’s on the way back, she’s got the treatment for him.” Virgil said, to the relief assembled family.

“That’s great! Did the they work out exactly what is was?” Alan sat forward in his chair.

“Not exactly, but close enough to come up with something. But it comes with a complication.” Virgil frowned at his data pad. Nothing was ever simple for them.

“What sort of complication?” Scott asked, all business.

“The last four days have put an immense strain on John’s heart.” Current heart rate was nearing two hundred and fifty beats per minute and Virgil didn’t go anywhere on the island without a live readout of his stats in case they spiked. Or crashed. “We can give him the antidote in one dose and that should return it to normal in as little as twenty minutes. Or we can give it to him more gradually and bring him out of it in about forty eight hours.”

"Why would we wait that long?” Scott asked, weighing up the choices.

“Because at the same time that his heart rate – and everything else – is returning to normal his body will start to break down the remains of the drug. He’s effectively coming down off a prolonged high. If he comes down fast the side effects will be brutal, I’m talking really bad.” Virgil was scrolling through a list of the possible side effects and to say they were numerous was an understatement. In theory John could suffer from every withdrawal symptom under the sun. “If he comes down slow they will be much less intense but.....“ Virgil trailed off. They all knew the possible consequences of his current situation.

“Do it quick.” Gordon said, not his usual smiling self. “The withdrawal is going to be a bitch -” his mouth twisted, he’d had a lot of experience being on and off various strong medications after his accident “-but it’s better than the alternative.”

A wave of nods washed around the room. They were used to dealing with helping each other through difficult situations, this would just be one more on the list.

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Scott was there when John woke up a few hours later, and didn’t bother to hide the relief when his little brother focused on him properly for the first time in far too long. His temperature had come down to normal and his heart rate was still a little elevated but at least it was no longer dangerous. They’d even packed away the defib.

“How long?” John asked, voice scratchy, trying to sit up but finding himself weak and shaky, hooked up to a multitude of machines, IV line flapping with his hand.

“Don’t do that, you’ll dislodge the needle.” John’s arms were already covered in bruises from the multiple insertions. “You’ve been out nearly four days total.” Scott pushed him back down and John let him. “So don’t rush it.”

Scott filled him in on The Hood’s plan. How they had sent the digital paper trail to the GDF while ignoring it themselves completely. How John had effectively under the influence of a dozen narcotics at the same time. How they’d been monitoring him for a heart attack or a stroke. How he would soon go into withdrawal.

“That... that doesn’t sound good.” John muttered, craning to look at the nearest vitals monitor. Scott spun it around in exasperation: John didn’t need to see that right now.

“No. The next few days are going to be rough for you John and we’re not quite sure in what way.”

John closed his eyes shut and Scott was alert in an instant.

“You in pain?”

“No, just tired. Feel like I’ve been run over by a bus.” John opened his eyes again, exhaustion warring with a stubbornness Scott couldn’t help but admire, as many headaches as it caused. John never stopped looking for a solution, no matter how many sleepless nights it cost. That determination had pulled them out of a sticky situation on more than one occasion but would do more harm than good now.

“Then get some rest.” Scott tucked the blanket round John’s feet a little tighter and John settled into his pillow a little deeper: that’s how Scott knew it was bad.

“You’re not going to let him get away with this, are you.” It wasn’t a question from John, nestled in the bed and looking drained from their short conversation. John knew him better than that, but Scott didn’t want to go into that right now, didn’t want to verbalise what he was prepared to do if the GDF came up empty.

“Don’t worry about that. Sleep if you can.”

John nodded and closed his eyes again.

#John Tracy #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #my fic #drug use

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bondsmagii · 5 years

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What are some of your best drunken decisions/drunken nights out? Which Crows are your favourite, and why? Which member of the Classics Murder Gang are you most like, and why?

thanks!

what are some of your best drunken decisions/drunken nights out?

I don’t know if I’ve ever made a good drunken decision but I’ve certainly made some fun ones. I really can’t decide because I have a lot to choose from so have some of the highlights!

one of the best nights was in London with @karlacton, where we got drunk on red wine and wandered around the late night V&A event (where the museum is open until 10pm). afterwards we wandered around the city and ended up on Vauxhall Bridge, pleasantly drunk and looking at all the lights of the city, and then in honour of all the closeted gay spies of history we made out against the wall of the MI6 building. that place is covered in cameras. they saw.

another night out in London with Acton, we got drunk in the city centre, grabbed a McDonalds, and had started sobering up when on the train home we met a random French girl who was living and working in the city. we all decided we were best friends and opened another bottle of wine, and ended up sharing it sitting at a bus stop in the pouring rain, talking and smoking and eventually playing Never Have I Ever in the middle of the street, soaked through to our skin and dancing in the puddles.

during another night out in London with Acton, we decided we didn’t want to end the party when we got home so we went out and sat on a random bench and drank an entire other bottle of wine right from the bottle, and then got takeout and came home and almost woke everyone up because there was a box of Crunchy Nut cereal in the kitchen and we both saw the word “Nut” and ended up collapsed on the floor laughing.

honestly I could probably go on because there have been other times but none of them have quite the same energy as Drunk On Red Wine In London so I’m gonna leave it at that.

which Crows are your favourite, and why?

how the fuck could I choose honestly? listen I’m going to come out and sincerely say I love them all, a lot, and this is a very touch decision to just narrow it down to three but I could write an essay on this so like. OK. I’ll try and stick to three but that does not change the fact I love them all so jot that down.

because everyone who knows me already knows this, Kaz, obviously. I absolutely love characters like his, who have been through hell and who have so unapologetically become what they had to in order to survive. I also love how Kaz’s PTSD is treated in the books: as what it actually is – inconvenient, undignified, and awful. it’s so refreshing to see a character like Kaz do his best to own all of the things he’s done/who he’s become, and to weaponise what other people would see as a weakness (his limp, for example). and sue me – I see a lot of myself in him. my younger self, of course (more on that in a moment), but as someone with a chronic limp who hates being touched and ended up homeless at 16/17 and was therefore not a very nice person for a while, it’s nice to see that represented in such a raw, realistic way.

building on that, Inej. a few years ago I would never have been able to connect to a person who went through so much hell and still came out of it so good, and so kind, and so willing to be the best person she could be. I would have seen it as totally beyond anything that I could achieve, because I was a monster and I thought because of what happened to me, I always would be. now I’ve healed a little more and now I’ve realised I can be that kind of person if I only try, Inej is definitely one of my favourites. she represents everything I hope I can one day be: someone who went through things no one should, but came out of it wanting to make a positive difference in the world. character development, babes!

finally, Wylan. I just love him so much it’s unreal. I love characters who have hidden depths to them; who continue to surprise me when I’m reading. Wylan grew on me quickly but as I learned more about where he came from and what he’d had to do to survive, I loved him even more. by the time I’d finished the sequel and realised the sheer depth of his intelligence, bravery, and fortitude, he quickly shot up to the realms of one of my favourite characters ever. he is just a complete badass and it was all so unexpected at the same time as when it happened, I could totally believe it and I wondered how I’d ever underestimated him – probably not unlike everyone else.

which member of the Classics Murder Gang are you most like, and why

surprisingly when I first started reading The Secret History, I identified the most with Francis. I still do to some extend – I often joke that Francis is me during my off-hours – but pretty much everyone who knew me insisted I was Henry, and by the time I finished the book myself I had to agree. Henry and I have a shocking amount in common, both good and bad, and it was very validating to see it all written down; to see someone so like me. right down to really specific details, such as the fact Henry and I can make our presence in a room larger or smaller depending on whether or not we want to be noticed, or the fact that two of us can easily read for nine hours without a break. we’re also both fiercely loyal (to the extend that we’ll both do massively stupid or dramatic things because of it), and both of us are often in the unfortunate position where people seem to think we’re more in control that we are; people have great faith in us to just Work Things Out, and we’re often punished for not having the answers, or we end up getting everyone into even more trouble trying to get everyone out of a mess (probably of our own creation). we’re just the same brand of dumbass, I guess.

in less specific details: we’re both usually the tallest person in the room; we’re both surprisingly strong and frequently forget this fact; we both have an odd walk (Henry with his stiff gait and me with my pronounced limp); and we’re both obsessed with languages (I’m currently learning eight). oh, and we’ve both been accused of being sociopaths because we’re very private and don’t process emotion in a “normal” way, so there’s that too.

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incursionofthedamnedrpg · 5 years

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Name: Evienne Birthday: Unknown (25/Unknown) Species: Angel / Cure Lookalike: Lyndsy Fonseca Availability: Taken

Personality

Evie has spent a lot of time on Earth. In this time, she has learnt everything she is from the humans. She has become compassionate to people. She understands hardship. She understands what the human race has been through. She has adapted with them. She has formed herself around the human race and their survival habits. She has also seen the cruelty of the world also. She has seen evil in the face and has learnt how to defend herself. Evie is all for learning from her experiences - both good and bad. Evie is clever and stealthy. She knows how to cover her tracks and how to hide and only reveal herself when the time is right. Evie likes to look after people, make them better. It is a bad complex to have when she wishes to make people a better version of themselves when they do not wish to be. However, Evie can have a temper when she is pushed to her absolute limit. She gets stubborn and angry and acts out in whatever way she wishes to take out her anger when the time comes.

Past

Unlike most archangels, Evienne was born in the fountain of youth. The water gave her her healing properties. Like her siblings, Evienne was taught to look after and protect the human race. This was never an issue for Evienne. She adored the humans. She loved to watch their behaviours and was completely entranced with their way of living. So much so that she wanted to join them. However, when Lucifer began his rebellion to God, Evienne never wished to fight him. He was her brother and believed, like the humans, that problems could be resolved. Most of her siblings disagreed with her and saw him as nothing more than a problem that needed to go. When he was banished, Evienne made her way down to Earth and came out of the passage that the fountain of youth left her in. To not be found, Evienne stripped herself of as much angelic power as she could. However, she caused herself a new issue. Her angelic power moved in to her vessels blood and changed it completely. No longer was this blood human. This blood could cure any supernatural being. At first, this became a myth to all species. No angel or devil believed it. It was an anomaly. Slowly, this legend was spread to all supernatural beings to bring fear to some and cause others to laugh it away. Nothing could be that powerful. Not even Evienne believed this until the first time she died. Instead of her spirit leaving, she simply woke up. She was bound to her body. She couldn’t leave and she began to learn what she was but never told a soul.

To fit in, Evienne changed her name to Evie which means life. It seemed her name had always been fitting for what she was. For millenniums, Evie has travelled the world and followed each trend and watched how everything changed. Evie would never stop being amazed by the human race. In their sadness, in their happiness. Everything made them so very human and Evie became human - mentally at least. Many times, Evie has had vampires drink her blood dry and caused them to become human. This only made the myth more real and cause more fear. She always knew people would look for her “miracle blood” and that is why she always travelled. Never really stayed in one place for too long. During wars, Evienne had learnt medicine to help heal the soldiers who were fighting. This was when she learnt that her blood could help to heal the wounded through a transfusion. This was when she made it her goal to help humans and help the ill.

Present

While Evie has been in town, she has given the cure (a full body dose of her own blood) to aid the citizens of Mystic Falls when they have found the truth about her. She is willing to help but only if she has the right reasoning for her to give her blood to them. She doesn’t want it using for revenge unless if it is justified aka the person they wish to turn human is a genuine threat to humans around her. However, while working at the hospital, she found herself getting knocked out and taken away from her life and in to a cell. Since this point, she is being experimented on to try and create a concentrated version of a cure for the supernatural. They wish to weaponise her like some kind of Queen Bee and she is by no means happy about it but she feels more hopeless knowing that no one will be coming to rescue her.

Connections

Klaus Mikaelson

She is very aware of how much Klaus need the cure to make doppelgangers human to keep his hybrid lineage going. She plans to stay well away if she ever becomes free.

Kol Mikaelson

Kol is another Mikaelson she knows has always been hot on her trail. She knows he is the most unpredictable of the Mikaelsons and another person she plans to avoid.

Tegan Murphy

She has been taken by Tegan and by no means trusts her. She dislikes her a lot and will do anything to get away from her.

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dwestfieldblog · 4 years

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‘’A GREAT DAY FOR CIVILIZATION’‘

THE BLACKNESS OF DARKNESS FOREVER

'Verily a polluted stream is man, One must be an ocean to receive a polluted stream without becoming unclean'. Indeed...November-December '2019'...Anarchy for the UK? Looks as if Boris is working for the other side in a similar way to Trump. Ride the populist wave and spark a gathering civil war. I remember reading some years ago about how the SAS were trained in knowing exactly where to place a small amount of explosive to bring down machinery, rather than a James Bond type explosion. Just set it right and allow the machine to destroy itself through its own natural momentum. Every time these two fat blonde fools open their mouths it reminds me of this. They appear to be helping to destroy it all from the inside...will the constitutions of these two noble (arf) countries survive their egos? The education system is breeding a mass of fools and large parts of social media are indeed being weaponised to stir up emotions, working hard to pull it all down.

A looming election in Britain and a current party in power who has received millions from Russian oligarchs to encourage various unions to split apart. Hexagram 23 is thrown again. The other choices are just as dangerous. Nobody of any use whatsoever to vote for. Don't look back, good days ahead eh? Anyone remember Boris saying in 2018 that Britain was 'truly headed for the status of colony'? Yes Mr Johnson, but not a European one. Meanwhile, onwards...

Children are born with a strong sense of curiosity to explore their senses and ask questions. By the time they leave College and University this often seems to have been reduced to mere drug taking without any actual increase in perception...and the need to join a political or religious group. The leaders of such groups do not encourage the curious in nature, as individuality is less than essential to to a leader who requires obedience and the transference of energy. Stirring up righteous emotions takes the place of both rational thought and instinct...and the inquisitive rebels become fervent drones or else passive without actually being tranquil. Never forget the accurate part in Monty Python's Life of Brian where the gathered mass repeat (apart from one) 'YES, WE ARE ALL INDIVIDUALS!' Small wonder the butchers smell easy meat on a daily basis...but at least the lambs are ‘’woke’’, eh?

I recently read the long paragraph of topics NOT to be used by comedians in universities in America and Britain. Ready? 'Racism, sexism,classism, ageism, abelism, homophobia, biophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, Islamophobia, or anti-religion or anti-atheism; These topics can be 'discussed' but 'in a respectful way'. Comedy kids! The PC snowflake future of these countries will be devoid of humour, only safe jokes on the mundane...and at some point even skits on mass murderers will be banned so as not to cause offence to killers several sandwiches short of a picnic.

P.C quote...'I happen to agree with the P.C. cult about many things. (In fact I only differ with them in not liking their intolerance, their fascist tactics, their introduction of Maoist brainwashing to our groves of Academe, their utter lack of humor, their continuous violations of ordinary common sense, their evident desire to destroy our Constitution and their lack of simple human decency') Robert Anton Wilson Cosmic Trigger Three, Hilaritas Press 1995/2018. Speaking of whom...

'The secret of power and wealth? You know how dumb the average guy is? Well, by mathematical definition, half of them are even dumber than that'. RAW. And therefore simpletons to manipulate for votes, money, sex and power. Endless slogans of 'Vote for me, I appear to share the same prejudices as you and of course I believe our country should rise again'. Etc. And so things will remain, until a few more of us consciously choose to edit less and tune in more, changing reality tunnels into reality labyrinths in good humour, there is unlikely to be the fabled phase transition... but it is coming. May Be. Trust me, I am an almost fully realised lunatic. Those with twofold vision will be unable to stop the wheel of evolution. As above, so below, inward is outward. Non simultaneously apprehended events....

China, seventy years of glorious and highly successful communism, well done to the personality cult of Winnie the Pooh. Took them this long to ban South Park. ARF. Don't forget kids, 'the imposition of order=escalation of chaos. The more laws there are, the more crime there will be.' Tell that to the judge...Remember...'The party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. IT WAS THEIR FINAL,MOST ESSENTIAL COMMAND' .1984

Trump said Greta Thunberg 'seems like a very happy girl looking forward to a bright and wonderful future. So nice to see!''. She then put that as her description on her facebook page:-) Goddess bless her. Fascinating but not surprising the papers with editors connected financially with concerns that involve oil etc, are writing editorials about how she is being manipulated and that her Asbergers (which she calls a superpower) makes her a loony. Love that she rejected the environmental award. And now she is Time magazine's Person of the Year, Trump will steam all the more and twitter out yet more methane. ('Every time he sits down, his voice gets muffled'.) Eve was the first human to think for herself...and men like you have never forgotten this eh? Grimly amazed to hear his female press secretary Grisham say his former Chief of Staff 'was totally unequipped to handle the genius of our great president'. She wasn't being sarcastic just applying more brown lipstick. North Korean platitudes in the USA. Cheese Boy and the Old Dotard, coming soon to a nightmare near you...

(A day after I wrote that paragraph, Trump did indeed tweet his disgust and jealous sarcasm, whereupon she promptly took his words once more and updated her biography again to 'A teenager working on her anger management problem. Currently chilling and watching a good old fashioned movie with a friend'. Perhaps she reminds him of a similar smart girl who refused his clumsy advances when he was that age and is seeking delayed revenge. Or just trying to make his oil/resource friends laugh. His gimp master Putin certainly is. 'Condemned to eternal bullshit' to quote Mr John Lydon. Meanwhile away from the chaos, the darkness and the gate of the land of Night and entropy defined as a gradual decline into disorder, some levity is needed to slow the descent into bleakness ...)

Artificial Intelligence is to be given intellectual property rights...is this really a good idea? Discuss between yourself. Being Terminated by a robot is bad enough but being sued by a machine? Or do the Free Laws apply here? Well, when we cannot believe what we see, we see what we can believe. The state is concentric but the individual is eccentric eh? A random shuffle of cut ups, amazing how often they can make coherent sense, depending on what state the brain is in...I used to be a Libertarian but they had too many rules.

Or, as Alien Sex Fiend once said..'Everybody wants what everybody's got and everybody's got what everybody wants,soldier lies bleeding where a church once stood.' I love you cos you got green hair...Live fast, die young and leave a beautiful corpse, like Curt Cobain. I am a work in regress. Conditioned reflexes are built onto the imprints. Imprints are only changed through work or by a shock of one type or another. Bad news for the lazy cowards among us. 'Apothecary, give me something to sweeten my imagination!'

...Some days later, a new campaign slogan from Boris to 'forge a new Britain'. In the meaning of fakery and counterfeits? I spent five minutes today reading Trump's Twitter account and felt my mind shivering in horror. This man seems to be seriously mentally ill. And suddenly impeachment (albeit a long time coming) is on the table. Lurve the quote today from a Republican that 'abuse of power is not a crime'. In a democratic country? Could he be dirt on the road by next year? A smear on the wind shield, a nasty smell in the corner of a locked room? Will the Land of the Free (ARF) have a fresh awakening? Delicious to hold this thought for a while.....

One week later...

And so it was that Boris won an outright majority. And that is where we are in Britain, the other choices were so dreadful, we chose the evil of three lessers. You CAN fool most of the people all of the time. Let's keep repeatedly mentioning the millions of pounds donated to his Conservative party by oligarchs, the four jobs he lost because of lying, the children he does not pay child support to, the absolute lack of respect he commands on the world stage, his endless endless mask of buffoonery, avoidance of questions with a charade of good humour, his lack of manners, ridiculous failed projects paid for by public money, his cover ups, Brexit NHS lies and...and... and all of this happened before he was elected prime minister. THAT'S how poor the alternatives were. And his friends who are shorting stocks in order to cash in on Brexit. These businessmen, like those in the apocalyptic religions, looking forward to the End, to be raised higher in the rapture of Big Money. Nice grip on decency and morality to wish for the destruction of your country for the sake of your pockets. Mutton dressed up as a wolf in a judas goat's clothing, bleating,'This is the way, follow me and ignore the rotating knives;...

Wish and hope to be proved wrong, I have no problem whatsoever with being shown I am wrong when I am. I learn something positive about human nature then and my cynicism is overcome for a while. Not sure what we offer the world other than what we already have given and of course, weapons. Our best minds fled to America, Switzerland, New Zealand etc a long time ago. I expect Scotland to rid herself of English bullshit in no short order. Much as the USA, we became united through violence, the force of manipulation and then the desire to be stronger together. If a large part of the kingdom wishes to split in order to maintain previous relations with Europe, who seem to have behaved far better to it than did England, then go for it ye Celts. Looks as if the English really enjoy being told what to do by posh boys with a shaky grasp of morals. Pathetic. If I wasn't a Christian I'd...oh wait, I'm not...

Sick of these alpha male dumb foul-hearted swine equating power with only brute force and see those who care to evolve as weak. Those who believe respect comes only through fear will have a rude awakening, sooner...or much later. 'So this is how liberty dies, with thunderous applause'.

And once again for all you Aristotelian black and white types, no I am not a Socialist or a Communist or a Liberal. I just have a deep dislike and mistrust of poncey arrogant lying snobs whose behaviour is far worse than those with a quarter of the education and opportunities they had. Again, perhaps I am wrong and Boris will suddenly rise and show his mettle and be the exact opposite of all he has been and done before. There is a percentage of possibility. My instinct says 'Don't hold yer breath'. Or...'All things are a coincidence of opposites' Bruno of Nola. So, hope.

Peptides select the reality you experience, so get working on widening the spectra of possibilities and get neurotransmitting all ye psychonauts...at least laugh more...

I am sure it seems lazy just to dump yet another load of favourite quotes in these blogs as ballast,with which to add weight to my rather vague or ranted writings but you deserve some actual mind food during these screeds eh? So...'...brains are made of cells which are made of atoms which are made of electrons which are superimpositions of waves'. And the waves are influenced by...'The hidden variable theory of consciousness asserts (1) there is a sub-quantal level beneath the observational/theoretical structure of ordinary quantum mechanics; (2) events occurring on this sub-quantal level are the elements of sentient being.' Dr. E H Walker and N Herbert. Page 174. I need add nothing to that because it is all there, but...Imagine, if you Will...

And thus...

'We find that our consciousness controls physical events through the laws of quantum mechanics'

'The sum total of all minds is one'. Schroedinger.

'I don't ask that my opinion be made into law'.The republican's favourite hated comedian Bill Maher, speaking about prejudices on weed, sex, comedy, childbirth, books, films etc etc. 'Society runs at the speed of its slowest member'...Thus spake Jim Jeffries, explaining very clearly why various human made laws exist...and why the 'train' of evolution is scarcely moving thanks to all the dead weight it has to pull behind the engine/the first car. (Where within, all the scientists, philosophers, poets and engineers are thinking...; If I just pull out this peg and separate the cars 'Do you know how fast we would be moving?' ) Go for it lucid 3D dreamers...soon.....

An insane God burning its infinite energy on lower things, well why not? It passes eternity in the Akashic hologram eh? 'The hardware remains local, but nobody can localize the software'. Hope this is clear enough.

'Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endue and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Rainer Maria Rilke. while listening to Swans from another dimension. I have never read anything from RMR, Kahil Gibran or Rumi that wasn't as magickal as Blake or Yeats. Eternity manifested in the light of day, something infinite behind everything appeared...

Time for us to step back out and away from all the old repeating news. To pay it no mind and certainly no heart. Just let go and leave it behind, allow them to get on with their ruin as we step discreetly to one side. Play your part by standing apart.

A lot of this year has felt pretty foul for various self induced reasons but has been enlightened (literally) considerably by good friends, great books, a couple of summer months on weed, and the beauty, grace, blood and power of PJ Harvey, Thighpaulsanndra, Puscifer, Swans, Killing Joke and the immortal COIL. Readers, I wish you a healthy, good hearted 2020... See you later, perhaps in a fulgurous exhalation conglobed in a cloud by the circumfused humour...

'If you have been on the upside of luck, build longer bridges, not higher fences'

SPIRAL OUT...KEEP GOING...AND ILLUMINISE NOW )+( LOVE.

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