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lomoomni · 2 years

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The Sharks also turned the ball into their own net to complete the rout.ĭavid Crowl was a standout for the Jets with McSorely and Giacomelli also impressive. Todd McSorely and Shane Pearce bagged doubles while Adrian Giacomelli and Chris Dean also got on the score sheet. Modbury kicked off the afternoon with a 7-0 thrashing of Gambier City Sharks. Gambier City Sharks Soccer Club 0 v Modbury Jets 7 (Todd McSorely 2, Shane Pearce 2, Adrian Giacomelli, Chris Dean, Own Goal)Īpollo Soccer Club 0 v MetroStars 12 (Francesco Monterosso 4, Michael Matricciani 3, Daniel Godley, Scott Tunbridge, Jackson Groves, Adam van Dommele, James Yong)ĭevine Super League sides Modbury Jets and MetroStars drew regional opponents for their first round matches in the Cup and enjoyed a double-header in Mount Gambier. The Black and Whites are seven points clear of their nearest rival and meet top five contender Western Strikers in the Monday night fixture. Mori found the back of the net in City’s win over their Premier League opponent, as did Jace Cummins, Jono Negus and captain Nick Budin.Īdrian Aufiero grabbed a second half consolation for the Cobras who have struggled since their relegation from the top flight at the end of last season.Ĭobras have only won once so far this season and meet top-three side Pirates on Saturday.Īdelaide City meanwhile, have blitzed all competition in the top flight and are unbeaten in seven Devine Super League starts this season. Totani, Deegan and Menechella were all outstanding for Campbelltown while Aaron Noble, Sandy Neary and Michael Bourke were Sturt’s best on a disappointing day for the club in their debut season competing in the FFSA competition.Ĭampbelltown meet Para Hills in Round 9 of the Devine Super League while Sturt meet Devine State League leader Salisbury United.Īdelaide City 4 (Jace Cummins, Jono Negus, Nick Budin, Damian Mori) v Adelaide Cobras 1 (Adrian Aufiero)ĭevine Super League runaway leader Adelaide City eased into the second round with coach and South Australia football icon Damian Mori dusting off the boots to get in on the act. Oliver Totani, Matthew Deegan, Michael Menechella and Toby Nelson also got on the score sheet as the Super League outfit nailed eight second half goals. Red Devils player-coach Jason Trimboli banged in four while Michael Paleka and Raff Frisina bagged doubles. South Adelaide can be commended for their performance against their more fancied opposition and will look to return to the winners’ list against Northern Demons when Round 9 of the Devine State League kicks-off on Saturday.ĪBE travel to Croydon in the Devine Super League when fourth meets fifth.Ĭampbelltown City 12 (Jason Trimboli 4, Michael Paleka 2, Raff Frisina 2, Oliver Totani, Matthew Deegan, Michael Menechella, Toby Nelson) v Sturt Lion 0Ĭampbelltown made light work of State League side Sturt putting 12 goals past them to convincingly win their Round 1 Cup fixture. Both Lagati and Bugeja starred and young defender Christ Atsikbasis also performed solidly for the Blue Eagles while Robert Parker, James Dean and Thomas Foglia were impressive for the home side.

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Sandy Salisbury - Cecily (1969)

Really nice country tinged sunshine pop by one of the main voices of the Millennium.

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espantajerias · 7 years

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Sunshine Pop.

#sunshine pop #the left banke #sandy salisbury #the millenium #sagittarius

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trench · 4 years

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Adoptive father of Erica Parsons pleads guilty to her murder

Sandy Parsons

13-year-old Erica Parsonsof Salisbury, North Carolina went missing in 2011 but wasn’t reported missing until 2013. Casey and Sandy Parsons, Erica’s adoptive parents, continued to collect Erica’s government benefits while she was missing. Casey Parsons claimed Erica went to live with her biological grandmother ‘Nan’ who didn’t actually exist. The couple was eventually sent to prison…

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years

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Hey there, how's it going? I'd love to read a second part to a reading, it's my favorite thing you've written so far!

It's going good! A reading is probably my favorite thing that I've ever written, so I'm definitely down with doing a second part! Here you go!

A Reading: Part 2

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Warning: Description of death

Word count: 2.7k~

You stood at your stove, another pot of tea already brewing. Your caravan was small. It was meant for one person, maybe two. Not you, your cat, and four vampires. So, it was a little cramped.

Somehow, however, having all four of them inside made you slightly less worried than just one. David, apparently, wanted you to finish his reading. Somehow, you knew that he and the boys wouldn't leave you alone until you did, so you were brewing yet another pot of tea. The boys had brought in all the things from outside for you, the gentlemanly act contrasting with their previous behavior. You had expected them to act like before, to purposely terrorize you and scare you. Instead, you saw that they were almost just four curious teenage boys, poking around and looking at all the things you had cluttered about.

David was sitting on your bed, having kicked off his shoes and made himself right at home. He was smoking a cigarette and blowing it out your window as he flipped through the pages of one of your books. You had been trying to avoid his eyes, so you didn't necessarily catch which one. You didn't want to think about him sitting on your bed, especially now that you knew they could hear you.

Dwayne was doing something similar, but he stood instead. His tall figure nearly grazed the roof of your caravan, and he could see your top shelf of books easily. He was pulling them out, glancing at the covers, and maybe flipping through them. He didn't stay on one book for long. Though, you noticed how carefully he would put your books back in place before he chose a new one.

Your cat had run into the bathroom, and Marko crouched at the door. He was staring at the little beast, and he held his hand out for him to sniff. He'd done it a few times now, but Salisbury would always end up hissing at him. His eyebrows furrowed, and he let his hand drop. You almost wanted to smile at his determination. A regular cat may have let Marko pet it by now, but a witch's familiar? Salisbury would hiss at him until he was no longer a threat, or at least you didn't consider him so. But any humor slipped away when you felt hands on your shoulders.

You tensed, and you heard a small chuckle from behind you as Paul scooted past. He moved to lean against the counter besides you, reaching out to play with the homemade concoction of jar spells you had. He was the most nosy. You were stiff as you watched him try to open one of the jars, attempting to break the wax seal, and you quickly slapped your hand over his. You froze, realizing what you were doing, and you looked up to catch eyes with the blonde vampire. His crystal blues stared at you, and an amused smile quickly graced his lips. His hand was cold under yours, just like David's had been.

"What?" Paul asked, a lazy smile on his face. You tried not to appear as nervous as you were. You knew it was no use, as they could probably hear your heart hammering in your chest. You looked around, and you saw that you had momentarily caught the attention of the other boys as well. You gulped, and glanced away from his face as you ripped your hand away. You looked down at the tea as you said,

"It's a jar spell. It's bad luck to open it." You explained, and he hummed. It wasn't just bad luck. If he opened it, whatever it was made for wouldn't happen. The one he was holding was sealed with pink wax. Inside was some rose quartz, bay leaves, cinnamon. Among other things. It was a jar made with the intention of finding yourself a companion. You almost wanted to curse yourself for even making it, and now you wanted to curse yourself for thinking about what it did. He smirked at you, and let out a small laugh. He dropped it back into place, and his attention turned fully onto you instead. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and there was a smile on his face as he said,

"Thanks, sugar." He pushed himself away from the counter, and you flicked your eyes up to watch him. "Wouldn't want to mess up my chances." He flirted, whispering the last part in your ear as he moved past you once more. He placed his hands on your shoulder just like he had the first time, seeming to want any excuse to touch you. He laughed, and then he was standing right besides Dwayne and whispering something in his ear. You watched the brunette smirk, and then his eyes flick to you. It was almost as if they were trying to make it obvious that they were talking about you.

You were quick to turn your eyes away, and you nearly jumped when you realized Marko was right besides you. He seemed upset, his brows furrowing almost cutely, and he was quick to say,

"Why doesn't he like me?" And you stared at him for a moment before you realized he was talking about your cat. You looked past him, into the bathroom where he was sitting. His tail was flicking back and forth wildly as he stared at the vampire. You sighed, and looked back at the angel-faced creature of the night.

"He's a familiar. It's his job to protect me, warn me," You said, waving your hand as if this was common knowledge. "He sees you as a threat." You finished. He tilted his head, staring at you harder than you liked. You watched as his eyes flicked towards the other boys, and then a smile bloomed over his face. You heard chuckling behind you, and you turned on instinct. Paul was holding some of your sage, and Dwayne was holding one of your books. One of them had made a joke, you could tell from the smiles on their faces. You nearly jumped when you felt Markos hand brush over your neck, and you snapped your head to see that he had leaned in. His face was barely an inch away from yours, and his eyes were practically swirling. His hand didn't pull away, and instead it cupped your jaw. He grinned, hearing the way the close proximity made your heartbeat speed up. His doe brown eyes looked over your face as he ducked down, his nose almost touching yours.

"What? He thinks I'm gonna eat you?" He teased, and you didn't respond. Salisbury probably did. Your lack of response only made his grin widen, and he said, "Do you think I'm gonna eat you?" He continued, but his tone wasn't frightening. It was suggestive. It made your cheeks heat up, but, luckily, you were interrupted by the whistle of the teapot before you could respond.

"T-Tea's ready." You announced, and you pulled away from his grasp. He let you, and you ignored the smile on his face. You quickly went to prepare for David's reading.

You had grabbed your tray, a cup and saucer, and your cards. You went over to where David was sitting, as the boys had taken up your bench or leaned against the wall to let you through. You had to place the tray on one end of the bed while you climbed on the other, simply so nothing would spill by the sudden shift in weight. You watched David close the book, and place it back near the windowsill. It wasn't one of your spell books, encyclopedias, or even a regular one. It was your sketchbook, and you flushed bright red when you realized he had been looking through it. You quickly shook your head, shaking all the embarrassing thoughts away with it. You poured him a cup, and then you said,

"Drink, but not all of it." You said, and he took the cup. The air inside your caravan had shifted. Suddenly, things were just as serious as they had been outside. His hands were still ungloved, and he took a long sip. You took the cup when he was finished, swirling the leaves until they settled. You traced the edge of the cup as you stared down at the leaves, and everything fell silent. Muffled. Everything else faded away, faded into white. Porcelain white. It was almost like you were falling into the cup. You stared, unblinkingly, as David's present folded out in front of you.

An unfamiliar boy. Brown hair with blue eyes. You clung to the image of his face as another quickly appeared. Another boy. This time with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was young, and he was with the boy. They were tied together, you could tell. Brothers. Then, an unfamiliar girl with brown eyes and wild, dark hair. He was staring at her. Following her. It was the girl. He was focusing on the girl. A rumble of bike engines-

You were snapped out of your trance when Paul said,

"Looks kind of like a jellyfish." And you lifted your eyes. You looked up blonde vampire, confusion filling your mind as your trance was suddenly broken. He was standing from his previous seat, leaning over the bed to glance into the cup. You guessed that he'd been dared by the way Marko tried to stifle his laughter. David sent him an icy glare. He'd been watching through your mind, and Paul had interrupted the both of them. You wet your lips, looking down at the cup and turning it so it was facing you at his angle. You let out a small chuckle. He was right.

David seemed ready to snap. His glare only sharpened, and it looked like harsh words were ready to pour out of his mouth. You quickly shook your hands in front of you, placing the cup onto the saucer.

"No, no, it's fine. That's actually a good- good thing." You said. You stuttered because you'd looked straight at Paul, who had quickly smiled when you defended him. You looked away, but looking at David provided you little relief. "Well, it's not a good thing. It's a good thing to notice. Jellyfish usually mean to be wary." You rambled, and David arched a brow at you. You gulped, and then said, "Stingers." As if to explain. David stared at you, and you looked at the others. It took you a moment to realize that they were waiting for you to explain what you saw. It wasn't until David said,

"Well?" That it finally clicked. You cleared your throat, choosing to look safely down at the bed and pick at your comforter as you said,

"Well, you've met someone recently. It's not clear how this will affect your future, but- Well, you should be wary." You said, and you looked up to see that his face was perfectly neutral. He looked over your face, as if he was debating something. Surprisingly, Dwayne spoke.

"Of him?" His voice was a deep rumble, and it was the first time you'd heard him talk. Your eyes quickly cast to him at the sound of his voice. Well, it wasn't the first time. He was the one who had scolded Paul for lifting your caravan. David frowned. It seemed that he hadn't wanted to reveal any more than he had to. Hadn't wanted to reveal that it was the boy they had just met. It was probably what he'd been debating, but Dwayne had decided that they needed to know. Or, at least, he did. You scratched your cheek, staring down at the cup. You didn't fall into it like last time, but it was almost like a whisper of a trance. You couldn't dive back in without making David drink another cup of tea. You sighed.

"I think of all of them. I-I didn't see enough to be able to tell." You admitted, and you looked up to watch David cast Paul another glare. You almost felt bad for the boy, even if his brother, Marko, only snickered at his scolding. "It'll make more sense when I read your cards." You said, trying to ease the growing tension. David glared at the other vampire for just another moment, before his eyes flicked back to you and he nodded for you to begin.

You pushed the tray out of the way, just as your cat began to wander out of the bathroom. He quickly skirted past the three vampires and jumped onto your bed. When he found a vampire there as well, he flattened his ears and growled. He laid next to your side, partially shielding you from the three vampires on your left and the vampire in front of you. It seemed he'd finally gotten over his fear, or like he knew something you didn't. You didn't want to dwell on which one it was. You scratched him behind the ears as you held your cards, before you cut the deck into fourths. You paired them up, shuffling them, before you placed one half on top of the other. As you did, you thought your intention over and over. Finally, you took out three cards one by one. While the boys just saw a normal deck of cards, you saw them move. You saw what they represented clear as day. First, you pulled the three of cups.

The picture danced in front of you. The normal picture of three friends holding three chalices in a toast became five. Four of them danced around the fifth, each of them bearing resemblance to either the boys in front of you or the boy you had seen. They were celebrating, welcoming, and building friendships. The good times were rolling, and it seemed like they would never end. The chalice had turned into a bottle, and the fifth, unknown boy was the one holding it. He drank, and you quickly assumed exactly what was taking place.

You smiled, and glanced up at David. You hoped this happy start would lead to them leaving you alone. Then, you pulled the second card. It was the four of swords. The smile fell from your face.

The normal picture of a heart with four swords running through it changed. The card pulled back, revealing the owner of said heart. It was Marko. He hung upside down, and you watched as the four swords turned into a single stake. You watched as three boys, only one who you recognized, appeared in the card. The one you knew remained below, while the other two climbed. You watched as one of them with a red bandana drove the stake through Markos heart, mimicking the previous picture.

You stared, but you didn't say a word. Before the boys could ask or protest, you pulled the last card.

Death. While it didn't always mean what people thought, you watched as the picture changed. The skeleton knight on horseback changed. Instead of a horse, it became a motorbike. The knight turned into the boy you had seen, but his face was different. His face was vampiric, mimicking the skeleton face revealed in the knights armor. He held antlers in his hand instead of a flag. Normally, the card showed a priest, two people begging for their lives, and a corpse. The priest had transformed into the platinum blonde before you, the two beggars took the shape of Dwayne and Paul, and the corpse had become Marko. But none of them would escape death.

You let out a long, shaky breath. You pulled the cards back into the deck, and you gathered Salisbury in your arms. You'd been careful to keep your thoughts clear, and the boys awaited the verdict. You tried to keep yourself composed, but your hands were shaking even as you pet your cat. You avoided David's gaze, and the platinum blonde frowned.

"What did you see?"

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Last Night on the Plain

Summary; As an archeology student at the end of your first year of University, you spend the summer on a dig in the South of England. Throughout the whole dig you’ve lusted after the site-lead; a fresh out of his doctorate Dr Cavill, assigned to the dig to get some leadership experience. Will the last night you spend on Salisbury Plain be one to remember?

(This fic is a prequel to my multichapter story Superior Specimen it can be read alone but contains spoilers for that story) Links for Superior Specimen: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Pairing: Grad Student Henry Cavill x 19 year old Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mutual Pining, Professor/Student Relationship, Oral Sex, Blow Job, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. SPOILERS FOR Superior Specimen.

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Last Night on the Plain

Sitting on the kerb outside Iceland, the little town of Warminster was quiet on a Saturday afternoon. The Land Rover would soon be coming through to pick you and your friends up, the dig site lead having driven a few of you into town to collect supplies for the last night of the six week long dig.

Six weeks of living in tents, running to the nearby stream to dive into the Watercress filled waters and wash, rinsing your underwear in a bucket and hanging over guy ropes of the tents and hoping the cows in the next field over don’t lean over the fence and eat them, six weeks of celebrating the end of your first year of University.

You loved Archaeology, having studied hard for your A-Levels at college, you got the grades to go to Southampton University to study it. The dig would contribute towards your yearly grade, teaming up with other uni’s from around England, the excavations on the far west of Salisbury Plain in the south of England, and the project was to uncover settlements from when the giant pillars of Stonehenge were moved from their starting point in Wales and anything from the trade routes over the following millennia.

Your friend nudged you in the ribs, nodding to the vehicle heading towards the three of you;

“Hey hey, here comes Cav”

“Dibs on shotgun” you blurted out, your friends groaning at your speed at calling the front seat.

Standing, the three of you watched as the site lead pulled up to the kerb, his big smile at seeing you misfits waiting for him made your stomach do a little flip. He brought the Land Rover to a bumpy halt at the kerb, leaving the engine running as he got out and helped load the supplies into the back, reaching the front passenger door just in time to hold it open for you. You missed the way he looked at your ass as you climbed in, shutting the door after you.

The ride back to the dig site was bumpy; 30-year-old Land Rovers weren’t known for their comfort, the lack of seatbelts in the vintage vehicle not helping as the country roads and tracks were littered with potholes. You were painfully aware of the way your breasts were bouncing around, having foregone bras within the first week of the dig. They pinched and prodded you as you bent over excavating for hours on end and became an unnecessary addition to have to bother keep washing by hand.

On one particularly vicious bump you were bounced across the narrow bench seat, grabbing at Cav’s leg before you ended up headbutting the steering wheel. He apologetically smiled at you;

“Sorry…”

“S’ok”

You rode in silence for a while, the pair in the back deep in discussion about the merits of getting an upgrade from their Sony Ericsson’s to Blackberries. Finally your seatmate spoke;

“So, pink, huh Punk?”

You pulled at a strand of hair, holding it out from your head and grinned;

“The Sun-In turned it orange. Orange isn’t my colour”

“I left you in town for forty five minutes… how did you have time to dye your hair?” he said with a grin.

“It’s Cherry flavour Panda Pop. We stood in the alley behind Ladbrokes and poured a bottle over my hair”

He laughed, his toothy grin wide and genuine;

“That explains the smell”

“Hope you’re referring to the cherry and not the alley”

His face paled and he stuttered, before you grinned and gave his thigh a squeeze;

“I’m teasing”

He smiled and turned his attention back to the road, concentrating on the journey now that the paved roads had finished and it was now dusty tracks across the farmland. You watched as he steered the vehicle, and you knew he was going to be your only regret of the summer. Dr Cavill, or Cav as everyone called him on site, fresh having finished his doctorate in Palaeontology, but desperately in need of some leadership skills and experience on how to run a site dig. He was cute. Tall and fit, gorgeous blue eyes and high cheekbones, both of which were regularly hidden by his mop of soft chestnut brown hair. When he was deep in concentration he would nibble at his lip and it only made them plumper.

You were so in your little dream world that when he made the sharp right hand turn into the field the dig was in you lost your grip, your hand sliding from its spot on his thigh to in between his legs, your head low on his stomach;

“Oh!”

He slowed the Land Rover as you scrambled back to your seat, his cheeks flushed and pink.

“Sorry…”

The campfire was down to its last embers, the sun almost fully set. It was the last night of the dig and you were all celebrating. The finds had been fantastic, everything catalogued and recorded, friendships hatched and grown, sunburn peeling away to reveal soft skin, leave-in bleach hair sprays and nights of passing around a three litre bottle of White Lightning - the cheapest by volume cider you could find. Cav had excused himself to his tent, not often joining the students for the latter parts of drinking, and the nights argument was whether or not it was too late to walk the three miles to the Red Lion pub in Heytesbury.

“You guys go. I’m gonna take one last look at the north end trench, see if i can find my amethyst necklace I lost last week”

“Punk, you’re drunk, it’s getting dark too!”

“I’m not drunk, I’ve had a few sips of Cider, and I’ve got a head torch”

“Fine, suit yourself”

Brushing through the sandy soil you were yet to find your necklace, but as the friction under the brush suddenly changed you looked closer, smiling when you saw what was revealed.

Minutes later you stood at his tent, calling out;

“Cav? I’ve found something…”

He appeared in the doorway, the camping lantern illuminating his tent as it sat on the table where he would write his notes and inspect finds;

“Hey! What have you…” he saw the shards of pottery you were holding in your hands, his eyes going wide; “You found the last parts?”

Nodding you smiled. Throughout the dig the team had discovered finds from multiple era’s, and one he’d found was the majority of shards from a Roman Pot, an urn that would have been used to carry Olive Oil all the way from the southernmost parts of the Roman Empire. You knew that it had been frustrating him that all his attempts to reassemble the urn had failed, the missing pieces seemingly integral to the structure.

He pulled the tent flap to the side for you to enter, setting the pieces down onto the table before straddling the bench that sat beside it. Cav came over and grabbed the tray that held the other parts, a ball of blu-tack nestled in the corner;

“This is amazing! It looks like all the missing pieces are here!” he turned to you, his eyes shining bright in the glow of the lamp; “I thought you all were going to the pub?”

“I stayed… I wanted to have one last search for my necklace I lost last week”

“Oh… did you find it?”

“No. But this is so much better! C’mon, I wanna see if we can get this to fit together now!”

His long legs meant he could step over the bench with ease, sitting down next to you and you watched as he started to push the pieces together, cradling them in his large handspan. Softening the blu-tack he pulled a little off and applied it to the edge of a piece, angling his arm at an awkward angle, cursing under his breath;

“Could you…”

“Sure” taking the piece from him he held the fragile urn in both hands as you bent over his arms and stuck it into place, moving onto the next piece, this time near his hand furthest from you.

Due to the angles you were struggling to see, before you spoke quietly;

“Lean back a little”

He did as you asked, extending his arms to full stretch as he held the artefact, letting out a squeak of surprise as you tucked yourself under one arm, shuffling to straddling his lap and sit;

“Okay, now I can see what I’m doing…” you muttered as you pushed your ass back against him, the whole thing completely innocent, but you were unaware of the look of panic on his face, how he was afraid he was going to crack a tooth from gritting his jaw, willing his dick not to get hard.

He was now rendered to simply holding the urn in place, he was unable to concentrate, however you had taken over the placement of the new pieces, slotting them into their gaps, the blu-tack holding them secure. As you slid the final piece in you sat back, resting your back against his chest, smoothing your hands over his as you both took in the piece of pottery that dated back two millennia;

“It's stunning…” you muttered.

He softly brushed his thumbs over the sides of your hands, and you felt the warm puff of breath on your neck as he spoke;

“So are you…”

You let out a breathy sigh, your back arching and you could feel he was hard, the bulge against your ass pressing incessantly against you. Resting your head against his shoulder you turned your head and his lips caught your own. The world stopped and you saw stars as those soft pink pillows caressed your lips, moaning into his mouth and he took the chance to slip his tongue against yours.

Somehow the two of you managed to gently rest the delicate artefact back onto the tray in the midst of your fledgling passion, his hands intertwining with yours, fingers laced together as his tongue worked magic with your own.

When you broke the kiss you were gasping for air, his mouth finding your neck as he kissed along your exposed shoulder and neck, his sharp teeth dragging against your skin and making you moan;

“Oh… oh fuck… yes…”

He stopped for a moment, his hands still entwined with yours but he wrapped his arms around your body;

“Tell me to stop… tell me this is wrong, I’m your supervisor…”

“It’s the last night… let’s give ourselves this night… Just promise not to fall in love with me…”

“It may be too late for that already” he murmured against your skin, but you were lost in the haze of lust to comprehend his words.

Your hands finally parted, his slipping beneath your strappy t-shirt, yours reaching back to curl into his hair as his tongue danced patterns over your neck again. You were writhing on his lap, lost in the moment when suddenly the bench tipped, the two of you falling back and landing on the ground.

You moved first, rolling off before turning and straddling him, leaning over to catch his lips with your own as you ground your clothed core against the bulge in his tented shorts;

“I’ve wanted to feel you between my thighs for the last six weeks” you muttered against his earlobe, pressing kisses to his jawline as his hands found your ass and pulled you firmly down onto his body; “The amount of times I’ve gotten myself off in silence as I thought about sneaking into your tent…”

He could only let out a guttural moan, and as your hands found the edge of his t-shirt you parted so you could strip him of it.

You sat back, pressing yourself down harder against his growing erection as you admired his smooth and pale chest, the tiniest crop of hairs right in the centre, delicate muscle definition but still slim and athletic. You watched his face as you trailed your fingers down the length of his long body, finally brushing against the thin trail of hairs that led from his navel into his shorts. You shifted back a little, unfastening the button on his Khaki shorts and unzipping him, reaching into his underwear and grasping his hot length before pulling him free of the cotton confinements.

Bending you took him into your mouth, sliding your tongue over his hot flesh as you swallowed around him, bobbing your head up and down. His hands found your head, pressing gently to tell you the speed he liked, a string of curses falling from his lips as you rapidly drove him to the brink of pleasure. It didn’t take long until he let out an ‘uh-oh’ and you slid a hand up his stomach, his own grasping at it as he started to cum in your mouth. You swallowed all that he gave you, his back arching as he thrust up into the warm comfort between your lips, before his body went limp.

Pulling off him his hands gripped at your arms, pulling you up his chest until you were laying on top of him;

“You’ll need to give me a moment… then I’ll be right with you…”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to his bite swollen lips before standing, and he pushing himself up to rest on his elbows, a look of panic on his face before you grinned at him;

“Chill… just getting more comfy…”

You pulled your top off and dropped it to the ground, unfastening your combat shorts and let them fall too, kicking off your flipflops before you were standing there in just your knickers, your thumbs hooked over the sides before he finally spoke;

“I want to be the one to take those off…”

He quickly stood and pulled you over to the double air mattress he had in his tent, watching you lay back against his sleeping bag as he stripped himself of the rest of this clothing. As he climbed on he crawled up your body, and it was then that you saw the tiniest patch of brown in the sea of his blue eyes. You were mesmerized by it as he lay over you, your legs parting as he rutted against you, already growing hard again. He moved to your side and slid a hand down the length of your sternum, over your soft stomach and into your underwear, feeling how the thin cotton was soaked through with your arousal. Sitting up he pulled the ruined scrap of fabric down your legs, looking at your soaked petals as he parted them with his long fingers, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing delicate circles against it, before sliding his hand down and pushing two fingers into your soaked hole;

“Fuck… you feel so tight…”

“I need you… I need you inside me…”

“I don’t… I don’t have any protection…” he looked pained to admit what could be the stopping point of the night.

“I’m on the pill… been taking it continually so I didn’t get a period whilst on the dig…you can go bare…”

His eyes went wide, he’d had a number of lovers over his years at University, and he was well into his mid 20’s, but he had always used condoms, never wanting the girl to have to take the responsibility for their tryst… he had never gone bare but just at the mere thought of sliding into your heat, to feel your hot wetness against his skin, it made him as hard as a rock.

He scissored his fingers inside you before shifting, pulling them from you as he positioned himself between your thighs, the light from the lantern casting long shadows over your bodies. He rested his tip against your folds, taking a moment to lick your juices from his fingers, then with a smirk he started to press into you.

With each passing inch your eyes fluttered shut, not realising you were missing the look on his face as he found heaven between your legs. The feel of your pussy around him was almost suffocating, hugging him so tight as he slid in with ease from your arousal;

“Oh my god… you feel so fucking good… you’re gonna have to tell me how you like it, cos’ I don’t think I’m going to last long…” he muttered.

Wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongues whilst your body grew accustomed to his impressive length inside you, the biggest you had ever taken;

“Hard and fast, I was made to be broken… break me…”

At your words something changed in him, pushing his body onto his arms as he started to rut into you, watching your juices shine on his dick as he pulled out, only to slam back in as your body took every inch of him, your silken channel hugging him tight. The tent was filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, and knowing you were the only ones on site your voices rose, your moans filling the night sky.

Your body was bucking beneath him, shaking from pleasure and he could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. He desperately wanted to feel you come around him, pushing a hand between your bodies he rubbed furiously at your clit, feeling your body tighten and your back arch, and as you came your body trembled around him.

The feeling was indescribable, he was so deep in pleasure that when his back arched and he came deep inside you he let out a roar, his eyes screwed shut as he filled you with his come, finally going limp, his arms shaking from the exertion of holding himself above you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him on top of you, burying your face in his neck as you breathed in his scent.

Finally finding his voice he whispered quietly;

“Stay with me tonight”

Wrapped in the sleeping bag and blankets you did just that, curled up in his arms and the warmth of his embrace.

Henry was woken by the sounds of the camp being broken down, the crews from the various universities packing up their things as the minibuses arrived to take them back to the halls of residences or shared houses. He was alone in his bed, and as he sat up he could hear your voice yelling out to your tent-mates to ‘pick up your fucking stuff’.

In the hours that followed various vehicles turned up on site, his own supervisors, benefactors and sponsors of the dig, all very excited by the finds and reports, and especially of the assembled Roman Urn. At every moment he tried to get away, tried to find a moment to talk to you, but as the minutes and hours ticked by the window was closing.

You were all packed up, everything in the old minibus. Every time you had looked across the site he was talking to someone important looking, never getting a moment where he was alone. The driver of your minibus honked the horn and you panicked;

“Hang on, I’ve just got one more thing to do…”

You ran across the site and he saw you, excusing himself from the people he was talking to and managed to intercept you behind the old Ford Transit van that was taking the equipment away. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your lips;

“I didn’t want you to leave before I got to say goodbye”

Your bottom lip trembled, your voice shaking;

“I’ve left my number on a piece of paper on your table, its tucked under the tray with the urn on”

He let out a sigh of relief, nodding before kissing you again, the sound of your minibus driver honking the horn impatiently.

You reluctantly pulled out of his arms, giving him a final wave before running to the bus, and he watched from the side of the van as you climbed in, the vehicle driving off into the distance as a cloud of dust trailed behind it.

“Henry!” an older male voice called out cheerfully.

Rubbing his palms over his face he took a deep breath, before turning and smiling at his supervising professor;

“Hey, good to see you Sir”

The older man clapped a hand over Henry’s shoulder;

“You’ve done an amazing job on this dig… the reports that came in have been exemplary. You had all the same students at the end of the dig as at the start which I’ll have you know is a particular skill… some site leads drive students away in droves!”

Leading Henry back towards the dig site he waxed lyrical about Henry’s skill and how he showed true leadership skills, turning to another gentleman that was leaning against Henry’s Land Rover;

“Have you met Piers?”

Henry shook his head, he knew who he was being introduced to, the CEO of the most prestigious museum in the UK and some would say the world with regards to Archaeology and Palaeontology. Shaking the man’s hand he was speechless;

“We’ve been following the dig reports, your talent is something I haven’t seen for many years… we’d like to discuss a position on our expedition board with you…”

“Y-yes… that would be fantastic! Thank you”

“Now, let’s see that Roman urn I’ve been hearing all about…”

Leading the men to his tent he lifted the tray, pulling it out into the sunshine as they took in the beauty of it, no-one noticing the small scrap of paper catch on the wind and slipping out of the tent, Henry too distracted by the reality of being hired for his dream job.

Many Years Later.

Henry grinned as his team crowed around him, the heat of the Siberian Summer seeping into their pores. In broken Russian the students were laughing and shouting, before three of them carried the massive femur bone they’d excavated a few days previously over to Henry, heaving it into his massive arms.

“Smile!” someone shouted out and he heard the clicks of phone camera shutters, before he gently rested it onto the soft ground, chatting to the team as he did so.

That night they hit the bars of the nearest town, Henry smiling when he saw one had wifi, connecting his phone and uploading a few updates to the dig account and also his own. An hour later he checked his phone and saw his Instagram notifications, one account name in particular catching his attention; @thepunkwiththepinkhair

It couldn't be, could it?

It was. It was you. The pink may be gone, but he had finally found you again.

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Thank you for reading!

Some explanations of British shops/brands;

Iceland = a budget supermarket chain

White Lightning = cheap, harsh apple cider, sold in bottles that are 3000ml/a gallon for around £5.00 (USD7/EURO6)

Panda Pop = very cheap fizzy drink, full of additives, artificial colours, sugar.

Ladbrokes - a chain of gambling shops.

Sun-in - spray in hair bleach that you would spritz on your hair and go out in the sunshine, and it would bleach your hair. Apparently it was meant to give you ‘sun kissed highlights’, but when i was 18 i turned my hair bright orange with it.

In the UK University starts when you are 18, and a degree lasts 3 or 4 years. You can then do a ‘post graduate course’ which is another year of studying, and if you want to work towards your doctorate, it can be another 4-7 years on top of that, which is why Henry in this story is literally fresh out of studying even though he is approximately 25 years old.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut

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How to pronounce weird English names

Bicester- bisster

Leicester- lester

Cirencester- siren sester but traditionally sisiter

Blount- Blunt

Cholmondeley- chummly

Beaufort- bow futt

Douglas-Home - Douglas-Hyoom

Wriothesley- Risley

Gloucester- glosster

Georgiana- Jaw-jay-na

St.John- sinjin

Alnwick- annick

Warwick- wurrick

Berkshire- barkshuh

Berwick upon tweed- berrick upon tweed

Beauchamp- beechum

Magdalen- maudlin

Gonville and Caius- gonville and keys

Ralph- rayf

Berkeley- barkly

Bohun- boon

Colquhoun- cahoon

Donne- dun

Grosvenor- grove-nuh

Keynes- kaynz

McLeod- muh cloud

Mainwaring- mannering

Petre- peter

Sandys- sands

Salisbury- sorlzbree

Worcester- wooster

Balliol- bay-lee-ull

#cant be bothered to put in alphabetical order #history student problems #student problems #studenting

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Storia Di Musica #153 - Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin IV, 1971

Quando uscì l’8 Novembre del 1971 sul disco non c’era scritto né il nome della band e nemmeno il titolo (che sarà il filo rosso che legherà le scelte degli album di Gennaio), tanto che l’Atlantic, la casa discografica che lo editò, era sicura che fosse un fiasco colossale, anche perchè la gestazione di questo lavoro fu travagliata e molto più lunga del previsto. La Storia poi dirà che il quarto disco dei Led Zeppelin, che propriamente non ha nessun titolo ma nei cataloghi, considerata la titolazione precedente, è segnato come IV o Four Symbols (ci arriveremo tra poco) diventerà uno dei dischi più venduti di tutti i tempi, anche grazie ad una qualità musicale che ne fa, unanimemente, uno dei più grandi dischi della storia rock. La decisione che i quattro inglesi, Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Paul Jones, John Bonham, all’apice del successo dopo tre dischi già leggendari (Led Zeppelin I e II, del 1969, e il III del 1970), cioè non firmare i loro ultimo lavoro, fu una presa di posizione contro il mondo della critica musicale, secondo loro tutta impegnata a dipingerli come rockstar viziate e a cercare di inquadrarli nel panorama musicale in uno stile predefinito. Come per il precedente III, che segnò una virata nel loro suono hard rock verso sonorità più acustiche, la band si ritirò a Headley Grange, nella villa rurale dell’Hampshire, con lo studio di registrazione mobile dei Rolling Stones. Tra il dicembre del 1970 e i primi mesi del 1971 fu scritto e provato moltissimo materiale, tanto che la band era orientata a spiazzare il mercato (e la critica) proponendo il disco come 3 Extended Play o addirittura un doppio disco. La Atlantic convinse il gruppo a ripiegare sul più classico 33 giri, ma Peter Grant, il tirannico manager del gruppo, impose alla Atlantic la scelta del gruppo di non avere né il nome sulla copertina né il titolo al disco. Tra l’altro l’uscita prevista per la primavera del ‘71 ritardò a causa del giudizio negativo sul mixaggio fatto a Los Angeles da parte di Page, che riorganizzò tutto il materiale agli Olympic e Island Studios di Londra. Musicalmente, il disco è, come già accennato, uno dei pilastri del rock, un apice di coesione, potenza, anche ammaliante poesia musicale con pochi paragoni. I Led Zeppelin trovano un equilibrio perfetto tra l’anima hard rock, l’elettrificazione del blues, i nuovi accenni folk acustici e scrivono 8 brani, nessuno escluso, leggendari. Black Dog è lo strepitoso inizio, dedicata ad un golden retriver nero che gironzolava a Headley Grange durante le sessioni: è un brano portentoso, che ispirerà un’intera generazione di chitarristi, anche per l’uso delle sovraincisioni per l’assolo centrale; Rock’N’Roll è selvaggia come suggerisce il titolo, Misty Moutain Hop parla scherzosamente di un incontro con la polizia dopo aver fumato marijuana, Four Sticks è un omaggio a “Bonzo” Bonham e alla sua fragorosa classe di batterista (le 4 bacchette del titolo sono proprio un omaggio alla sua tecnica meravigliosa). E poi ci sono 4 canzoni ancora più grandiose: Going To California è una delle ballate più belle di sempre, probabilmente scritta e dedicata a Joni Mitchell, mito per Page&Plant, con il suo ritmo ondeggiante e sognante ha influenzato per decenni i musicisti; When The Levee Breaks è la ripresa di un vecchio blues di Kansas Joe McCoy e sua moglie Memphis Minnie nel 1929 e incluso nell'album Blues Classic By Memphis Minnie, uscito solo nel 1965: 7 minuti e mezzo di puro blues elettrico, dove la fanno da padrona il riff marziale di Page, l’armonica a bocca di Plant e la batteria di Bonzo, che fu posizionata nell’androne delle scalinate di Headley Grange per dare un effetto più fragoroso; nel disco c’è un’ospite, l’unica voce ospite in assoluto ad accompagnare Plant in qualsiasi disco dei Led Zeppelin, ed è quella meravigliosa di Sandy Denny, che all’epoca era la voce dei Fairport Convention; insieme cantano le gesta della suggestiva The Battle Of Evermore, forse ispirata ai racconti di Tolkien e a Il Signore Degli Anelli, dove Page suona un toccante mandolino. C’è poi un altro brano, che dura 8 minuti, che definisce forse come pochi altri il suono di una band, l’idea che avevano in mente questi 4 ragazzi inglesi: dall’intro suggestivo e quasi spiazzante, con un crescendo di strofa in strofa, raccontando una storia oscura e simbolica, probabilmente ispirata ad uno dei libri preferiti di Plant, Magic Arts In Celtic Britain di Lewis Spence, di una donna alla ricerca di qualcosa, in un mondo di regine di Maggio e pifferai magici, che ha poi uno degli assoli più fantastici di ogni tempo, e che probabilmente è la canzone più famosa di tutti i tempi: Stairway To Heaven. Il successo strepitoso, l’aura magica e misteriosa che già circondava il gruppo e la decisione di pubblicare un album senza nome scatenò le controversie più disparate: esistono ancora oggi gruppi di ascolto che sono sicuri che suonando il disco all’inverso sia zeppo di evocazioni sataniche, che i quattro simboli che ogni membro del gruppo usò per definirsi nelle pagine interne siano messaggi occulti (scelti da un libro molto famoso tra gli occultismi del ‘900, Il Libro Dei Segni di Rudolf Koch, da cui poi nasce Four Symbols altro identificativo del disco, anche se in realtà i simboli sono 5, perchè anche alla Denny ne fu assegnato uno) e dei messaggi subliminali che ha la copertina. Quest’ultima, tra le più belle e famose del rock, ritrae in fronte la foto di un muro scrostato con la carta da parati in disfacimento e un quadro di un anziano contadino intento a trasportare a schiena del legname: aprendo l’album il risultato (che si può vedere qui) mostra il muro semi caduto dalle cui rovine si intravede un grattacielo, l’allora appena inaugurata Salisbury Tower vicino Birmingham; all’interno c’era anche un bellissimo disegno di Barrington Coleby (accreditato come Barrington Colby MOM nelle note di copertina) raffigurante L’eremita, da allora simbolo della band. Il disco, con buona pace della Atlantic, andrà in classifica dovunque e per anni ha detenuto numerosi record di vendita, tipo 267 settimane consecutive nella classifica di Billboard, con 35 milioni di copie vendute nel mondo, il punto più alto di una musica spettacolare che come poche altre ha segnato intere generazioni di ragazzi, tanto che c’è un’ultima storia da raccontare: sebbene mai uscita come singolo, anche per la durata, molti dj radiofonici iniziarono a far passare in tutta la sua durata Stairway To Heaven, scatenando così tanto entusiasmo che lo spartito della canzone è di gran lunga il più venduto della musica pop occidentale. Era così tanta la smania di impararla a suonare tra gli appassionati che nei grandi negozi di dischi americani, dove è pratica comune poter provare gli strumenti, ci fu per un periodo un cartello: No Stairway, l’avevano sentita così tante volte storpiata e suonata male che era meglio non provarci subito.

#led zeppelin #led zeppelin IV #1971 #recensione

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Chosen, Protected, & Saved Ch. 2

Hello again, y’all!!! We’re back again with more of Chosen, Protected, & Saved for the @captainswanmoviemarathon!!! I had to increase the chapter count on this one. Before I even started on Saira’s suggestions, the chapter stood at 10k. So I decided to split it up. Please don’t yell at me too hard after reading this chapter! We will definitely finish the fic next week and I promise a happy ending!! I hope y'all enjoy this! Thank you so much for coming along on this ride with me!! I’d love to know what you think!!

All the love and hugs to @profdanglaisstuff and @hollyethecurious for their beta services and everything they’ve done to make this story what it is!! Thank you so much, ladies!!! *MWAH* 😘

Summary: A little boy with the Heart of the Truest Believer. Demonic forces will stop at nothing to possess it. It’s up to Killian Jones, PI to find him and save him before it’s too late.

Rating: T

Words: 6413 of 18,305 currently. Total word count will probably be around 20k by the time I’m done with the edits on the last chapter.

Tags: Inspired by The Golden Child, Kidnapping, Magic, Minor Character Death, Temporary Major Character Death, True Loves Kiss

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Ch. 2

Emma and Killian pushed through the wooden doors of Salisbury Cathedral, a Medieval house of worship completed in the mid-thirteenth century over Sarum, the seat of the civilization that built Stonehenge. A holy hush fell on them as they emerged into the narrow sanctuary, lined with columns and arched windows, on their way through the nave of the cathedral to the choir area that would lead below the main floor to the crypt. Saints, illuminated by the light of the full moon outside, looked down on them from the stained glass windows that lined the aisles and Emma couldn’t help but feel like they knew why they were there and approved of their quest. She couldn’t imagine that the Dark One using the cathedral as the gateway to the hiding place for his dagger was looked upon with favor by the saints and angels depicted above.

As they crossed the transept toward the choir area, a sense of foreboding settled on Emma. Looking around for the source of the sudden chill that settled on her shoulders, she stopped directly under the spire, which was also directly above their destination. It was all she could do to suppress the shiver that worked its way down her spine. Killian turned toward her.

“What is it, Swan?”

“Something’s not right here,” she replied. “I feel cold.” She rubbed her arms up and down like she was trying to warm herself up. “Like we’re being watched,” she whispered.

“Let’s get out of the open, love.” His voice lowered to a whisper as well as he came toward her and grabbed her upper arm, tugging her toward him. She looked over his shoulder in the direction he was leading her and saw the door leading down to the crypt. Looking around the deserted and dark church once more to be sure they were unobserved, they slipped through the door and descended the spiral staircase to the crypt below.

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They emerged from the stairwell and entered a small chamber lit entirely by tall pillar candles. The atmosphere of the room pressed in on her so much that she couldn’t draw a deep breath. Dank, musty air, coupled with the dark magic permeating their surroundings and a heaviness that she couldn’t explain combined to make her footsteps heavy, each one slower than the last. Killian didn’t seem to be faring much better.

His brow furrowed as he looked around. “What is going on here? I can feel something… almost pushing... against me.”

“It’s dark magic,” she replied. “This has to be part of the protection for the dagger. I’ve never felt this kind of concentrated evil before.”

A sudden screech caught them by surprise as a sandy haired, tall and gangly boy in his late teens launched himself at them from the shadows. The atmosphere of the room left Emma completely unprepared as he ran at her with an old fashioned cutlass with some kind of black substance coating the tip. Before she could even raise her hands in defense, a blast of light blue magic hit the boy square in the chest, sending him flying into one of the columns that lined the chamber. The sickening crack of his skull on the marble made her insides turn. Her hand flew to her mouth as she valiantly tried to combat the threatened mutiny of the contents of her stomach. When her assailant remained still, she turned to Killian. The blood drained from his face, his eyes as blue as the magic she just saw and as round as the full moon in the sky. Shock didn’t begin to describe what she saw on his face.

“Wh-wh-what was that?” he stammered. “He was coming for you and I threw my arms out to try and push you out of his way and then, that…” he trailed away, his jaw still slack in amazement. “That was magic? My magic?”

Emma reined in her own consternation to focus on the grievously agitated man before her. “Yes, that was your magic,” she confirmed, speaking as soothingly as she could. She knew exactly how he felt; remembering like it was yesterday the first time her own magic had manifested and the mixed emotions of terror and relief the circumstances engendered.

It all happened in slow motion. Two year old Henry spied Regina waving at them from across the street as they walked towards Granny’s. With a screech of delight, Henry pulled away from her and ran headlong toward his second favorite person in the world. The vehicle coming towards them didn’t see him as he darted from between the parked cars on the street. There were no words for the horror and pure unadulterated fear she felt as something else rose up within her. She screamed and a blast of white shot out the tips of her fingers towards her little boy. Regina’s terrified face barely registered as her magic simultaneously stopped the oncoming SUV and sent Henry flying into her friend’s arms. Regina held him tightly as she raced across the street toward them. Trying desperately to calm her racing heart, Emma gathered Henry close, Regina releasing him the moment she joined them. Once she had her heartbeat and breathing under control, Regina proceeded to treat them to their favorite meals at Granny’s while explaining all about the existence of magic and her own apparent gifts.

She knew that Killian believed them when they told him of his own magic, but believing was one thing. Seeing or using it for the first time was something entirely different. She approached him and ran her own hands up and down his arms trying to calm him down. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the luxury of time to process what had just happened. They had to get the dagger.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “I know this is tough to see and accept the first time it happens, but we have to keep going.”

Killian shook his head, trying to cast off his stupor and bewilderment. “Yeah, I, I’m fine.”

They proceeded further into the room where they could hear echoes of a moaning type of chant. On the other end of the chamber, they could see a dark passageway, sloping even further down. As they approached, the chant grew louder. When they arrived at the doorway, Killian could discern the Latin words Unus Tenebris, The Dark One. He turned back to Emma, her own eyes wide with recognition and fear. He held his finger to his lips and crossed the threshold into the corridor. The chant got louder the further down they went until, at last, they came out into another room where six cloaked figures stood in the middle of the room facing them. The chant was low and monotonous and was really starting to grate on Killian’s nerves. Their faces could not be seen, but the tallest one in the middle stopped his chanting as the others continued. He stepped forward to confront the unexpected duo.

“Who are you and why have you come to the sanctuary of The Dark One?” he intoned.

“We have come to collect his dagger,” Killian replied, a shiver working its way down his spine at the anger and evil he could feel radiating off the presumed leader.

“And why do you need his dagger?”

Killian suddenly had an epiphany. “He has finally captured the boy with the Heart of the Truest Believer and he needs his dagger in order to carry out his plans. He has sent us to obtain it.” Killian held out his hand to the figure to show the scar the Dark One had left him.

“Very well,” he said. “You may proceed. Follow all the directions or not only will you lose the dagger, you will lose your life as well.” They nodded and stepped toward the now silent figures. They moved toward the walls of the chamber, creating a path for them to follow. As Emma and Killian moved across the room, the leader spoke again. “Only one of you may pass into the chamber of the dagger. Only one. The other must wait here.”

They came to the other door and found strange markings in the stone above the lintel. Emma recognized the lettering, but was having to concentrate to translate it.

“Take the water, but spill not a drop, lest all you desire comes to naught.”

Emma turned stunned eyes on Killian. He turned his startled and confused countenance on her as well.

“What?”

“You could read that?” she asked, incredulously.

“Well, yeah…” he trailed away, his confusion deepening. “Can’t you?”

“I recognize the symbols, but I couldn’t translate them that easily.”

“What do you mean ‘translate them’?” His eyebrows rose in question. “That’s English. Isn’t it?”

“Uh, no. It’s not. Those are druidic symbols. A deeply esoteric and magical language. Regina has only just started teaching me.”

Killian looked back up at the words that were in plain English to him. He shrugged. “That’s what it says. This must be the instruction that Regina and that guy,” he gestured behind them, “were referring to.”

“I guess so,” Emma breathed. “I’ll go.” Determination filled her eyes. “I have the most control over my magic. If anything goes wrong, I’ll be more likely to survive it.”

“Like hell you will,” he whispered urgently, not wanting the others to overhear their argument. “I’m the ‘Chosen One.’ The Protector of Henry’s heart. I’m the one who needs to go get it. I’ll be fine, love.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving.”

Emma rolled her eyes at him. “But…”

“No buts, Swan,” he interrupted. “I’m going. Besides, Regina said I was the one who had to get it.” He stepped across the threshold before she could stop him. “I’ll be back soon.” He leaned back out to where she stood before him and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before withdrawing and disappearing down into the darkness.

He descended the stairs until he came to a basin filled with water. On the lip of the basin sat a small paper dixie cup. His eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline as he tried not to laugh. Are you kidding me? He picked up the cup and filled it with the water from the basin. He moved forward until the stairs came to an end. A column that disappeared into the abyss below lay just before him. He looked around, seeing nothing else for him to step on. A ways in the distance he could see something that looked like fire. The only things between him and it, were these columns that he was apparently to use as stepping stones without spilling a drop of water.

“Easy enough,” he whispered to himself. As he took his first step, it suddenly occurred to him that maybe he should check to see how deep the chasm below him was. He fished in his pocket until he pulled out a coin and dropped it. He listened intently for the coin to hit the ground below. When twenty seconds had passed and he still hadn’t heard anything, comprehension dawned. If he fell, he wasn’t coming back. He gulped and took another step. And then another. His next step was a little too quick, and he nearly lost his balance. His other hand joined the one holding the cup in keeping it steady, his heart thundering in his ears. He took a deep breath and continued. On his next step, he caught a flash of movement off to his left. He turned and saw Emma. She was completely naked. His mouth went dry and his breathing hitched as he beheld her beauty. Her mouth hung part way open, her arms reaching for him, lips full and plump as she looked at him with longing in her eyes. He knew that what he was looking at couldn’t possibly be real, but that didn’t stop his body from reacting to the deepest longing in his heart. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t real. He wanted nothing more than to gather her in his arms, and love her as long as she’d let him. He blindly reached for her with his unoccupied hand and nearly lost his balance again. That close call told him all that he needed to know. This darkness was going to tempt him with what he desired most. And what he felt for Emma went far beyond simple desire. If he was going to survive this test, he had to keep his goal in mind. He kept moving forward, each step more difficult than the last because once he turned away, she found her voice. He could hear her breathy sighs and moans as if he really was with her, touching her, loving her. But instead of fading away in the distance as he moved forward, the sounds grew louder, as if she was right behind him. At one point, nearly at his goal, he could have sworn he felt her touch along his shoulders.

He kept his face resolutely away from her, finally making it to the where the dagger hung over leaping flames. The moment he stood before the shrine, he knew she was gone. The ghostly touch disappeared and the sounds she made were cut off as if with a knife. He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the dagger in front of him. Even if the flames weren’t leaping high enough to burn him if he reached for it, he knew the heat of the dagger itself would burn him terribly if he touched it. He thought back to the instruction.

Take the water, but spill not a drop, lest all you desire comes to naught.

If he were to pour the water over the flames, first of all, he would be technically spilling the water. And secondly, there wasn’t nearly enough water in the cup to extinguish these flames. The only thing he could think of was to drink the water. Hoping against hope that he was correct in his expectation, he lifted the cup to his lips. As he did, the flames disappeared. He nearly shouted out his victory, but at the last moment, he held his tongue. It would stand to reason that since this was the Dark One’s dagger, that he would know when someone else touched it. Especially someone who shouldn’t be. He had to get the dagger and get the hell out of here before his enemy showed up.

He reached for the dagger and grasped the hilt. It was an evil looking device. A wavy, wicked sharp edge adorned the side. The name Rumplestiltskin emblazoned on the shaft. His already galloping heartbeat increased even more as he pulled it toward him and pulled a piece of soft sheepskin out of his jacket to wrap it in. He took a deep breath and placed the wrapped dagger into his back waistband under his jacket. Finally, he turned back the way he came, heart pounding, terrified of what he might see. Of what he might have to face on the return journey. Would she still be there, ready to drag him to his death? He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that she was gone and headed back toward where he entered the chamber.

~*~*~

Killian came back into the room pale and shaking. He’d only been gone about fifteen, twenty minutes. But those minutes had to be some of the longest of her life. She could only imagine what he had seen and experienced in the chamber. It was obvious that whatever had happened in there, it affected him deeply. She extended her hand toward him to take. He looked down somewhat dazed and took it in his own.

“Did you get it?”

He looked back up at her. “Aye, lass. I have obtained the object of our desire.” His blue eyes bore into her own, swirling with fear, confusion, and something deeper that she didn’t dare name.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

~*~*~

Emma and Killian somehow made it through customs with the dagger after arriving back in the States. The only thing they could figure was that since the dagger itself was magical, it was magically shielded from anyone but magic wielders. As they exited the arrivals gate, he startled when he spied the man from his dream, the Dark One, coming toward him followed by several Boston police officers. He sauntered towards them, making a show of the gold tipped cane he carried. He was dressed differently than in his dream with a long greatcoat, in what looked like crocodile skin. Killian felt a chill run down his spine. The coat matches his smile, he thought.

“That’s the man. Killian Jones. If he doesn’t return my property, I want him arrested.”

Killian’s heart raced. He drew Emma’s attention to their adversary as his mind furiously tried to figure out how to get out of the coming confrontation. An idea came to him suddenly and he elbowed Emma, whispering to her to let him do the talking.

“Welcome home, Mr. Jones. You have something for me?” he asked, holding out his hand with a smug smile on his face.

Killian stared into the face that he had only seen in a dream. He looked at Emma, naked fear on her face, at the cops behind the Dark One, and then back at the man or demon before him. He couldn’t help the smirk that broke over his face as he anticipated playing the Dark One like a fiddle.

“I’m sorry, Rumple,” he loudly lamented, reaching for the lapels of the man before him. The Dark One stared at him, utterly taken aback. It only took a moment however, before his face grew red with extreme irritation as Killian released him and turned toward the crowded terminal. “Everyone,” he shouted, drawing the attention of all the people hurrying to catch their flights, “I should be punished. I have stolen from my brother, Rumple.” The Dark One’s jaw clenched with annoyance as Killian continued with his theatrics. Emma looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Officer,” he continued, pointing at the officers behind the Dark One, “It is your duty to take me in. Please,” he moved toward them holding his wrists out in front of himself, “I am ashamed of myself. I should be arrested.” He walked down the line of officers. “I should be flogged. I don’t deserve to walk among free men.”

Killian repeated his tirade until the Dark One grabbed his arm, motioning toward the officers in a placating manner. “Let me have a word with him, please.”

Killian felt himself being pulled away from the officers, so he turned his attention to Emma and raised his voice once again.

“Emma, I am a swine. You must know what kind of man I am, before we go any further in our dalliance. I am a wretch. I don’t deserve to live.” He winked at her and saw her fear and confusion morph into reluctant amusement. She shook her head as the corner of her mouth lifted in half a smile. He finally turned toward the furious Dark One before him.

“How long do you think you can keep up this miserable masquerade?” he hissed, his eyes blazing with his wrath.

“Well, until I get arrested.” He grinned cockily at him. “Or until you realize the rules of evidence in this country.” The Dark One raised his head slightly and Killian could just see a trace of unease in his eyes. He turned serious. “See, if I get arrested, they take me and put me in a jail cell. And then they take the knife, because it’s a stolen object, and they put that in a little room, and they put ‘Exhibit A,’ a little sticker that says ‘Exhibit A’ on it.” He mimed putting a sticker on something. “And the knife sits in a room and I sit in my room until the trial commences. And that can be anywhere from a month to a year. So if you get me arrested, there’s no telling when you will get your knife.” Killian broke into a wide grin at having the upper hand, thoroughly enjoying himself as he watched a vein pulse in the Dark One’s forehead. He could just imagine what the demon’s blood pressure was at this moment.

“You have no idea who I am, have you?” he sneered.

“Why, yes,” he exclaimed. “You’re my brother Rumple!” He let out an amused chuckle as the Dark One struggled to keep his rage under control. “Look, I know exactly who you are,” Killian’s eyes turned hard and his easy going smile disappeared, “Dark One.” The man before him nearly turned white in fury. Killian’s heart skipped a beat, but he plowed ahead, his own anger coming to the surface. “But, here’s the thing. I. Don’t. Care.” He punctuated each word with a poke to the demon’s chest. “I do care that you kidnapped Henry, though.”

“I could destroy you,” he snapped his fingers in the air, “just like that.”

Killian’s eyebrow raised in bored amusement. “Well, we’ll see about that.” He turned and looked back over at Emma and the officers still waiting off to the side. “Look, I am not going to be giving you this knife. And you do not want to get me arrested. And I will find Henry,” he sneered and snapped his fingers in the Dark One’s face, “just like that.” He patted the demon’s cheek. “See you soon.” He turned back toward the crowd, all smiles and held his arms out as if he wanted to embrace them all. “My brother has forgiven me! Emma, Brother Rumple has forgiven me!” He turned back to the seething Dark One and clapped him on the shoulder in an awkward embrace. “Dear Brother, thank you, thank you, thank you.” He then kissed him loudly on the cheek in a final taunt before releasing him and leading Emma into the crowd.

~*~*~

Emma and Killian found Regina in her study with a great horned owl asleep on one of the larger shelves behind her. Emma’s eyes widened immediately, recognizing Henry’s familiar.

“What’s Bubo doing here?” she asked in alarm. “Is Henry alright?”

“He got here last night,” Regina soothed. “Henry is fine. He’s being held in Boston.”

Killian felt a tug in his heart and cursed under his breath, frustrated that they were so close this afternoon when they landed and had now lost precious hours coming back to Storybrooke. It would be at least tomorrow before they could return and begin searching for the boy. A boy he had never met, but almost felt as if he was his own. A part of his own family. Emma turned to Killian and collapsed into his arms sobbing. He rubbed circles into her back trying to calm her down while whispering assurances that they would find him and he’d be just fine into her ear. She raised her tear stained face to him and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket.

“We have to go after him.” She was frantic and her fear for her son was overriding everything else.

Killian shook his head at her, sorrow in his eyes. “Swan,” he beseeched her, “we can’t. You haven’t slept more than a few minutes at a time since we left here two days ago. You are not going to be any good to anyone in your current state. You’ve got to sleep before we go after him.” He turned helpless and pleading eyes on Regina.

Regina came around her desk and placed her hand on Emma’s shoulder. “He’s right, Emma. You are dead on your feet and you need to rest before you go after him. You still have until tomorrow evening before my protection spell on him will wear off. Bubo couldn’t tell me exactly where Henry was. He’s going to have to lead you to where he is. And he won’t be going anywhere until the sun sets. There’s also the possibility of the Dark One coming here for the dagger. You need to get some sleep while you can. I can give you a potion that will help you relax.” She waved her hand and a vial with a golden colored liquid appeared in her hand. He may have a little bit of experience with magic now, but it was still quite startling.

Emma nodded, obviously reluctant, but she could see the sense in Killian and Regina’s arguments. She took the vial from her friend and swallowed it down. She looked up into the cerulean gaze that she was rapidly falling for and saw only love and concern in his eyes. A sense of peace and calm came over her that she had never felt in all her born days. She knew that the man before her would save her son, and she also knew that he loved her and would do anything for her. She turned toward the door of Regina’s study, took his hand in her own, and led him from the room.

“Will you stay with me?” she asked, nervous in spite of herself.

Killian nodded slowly. “I’ll do anything you want, Swan,” he murmured. “I’m yours.”

She led him up the stairs to one of Regina’s guest rooms. She lay down on top of the comforter and was instantly asleep, her breath coming out in soft snores. Killian crawled up, lined himself up behind her and drew her back into his arms. He placed a kiss to the crown of her head before burying his face in her golden tresses and inhaling deeply. Who would have thought that he would fall for any woman this hard and this fast. He would follow wherever she led. To the end of the world or time.

“Goodnight, Swan,” he whispered. “I love you.”

~*~*~

It seemed like minutes since Regina had retired when something wretched her from a sound sleep. Her hand flew to her neck as she bolted upright in bed struggling to take a deep breath. Maneuvering herself off the bed and to the French doors leading to her balcony, she concentrated on steadying her breathing as her eyes swept across the expanse of her back lawn. The full moon was shining down. Shadows in between the professional landscaping of her home prevented her from seeing anyone, or anything in particular. But the oppression of dark magic lay heavy on her heart. She turned from the doors and ran to where Emma and Killian were.

The moonlight fell across the bed where they slept. They were on their sides, Emma’s back against Killian’s front, with his arms wrapped securely around her. As much as she hated to wake them, Lord knew they needed the rest, she knew that the Dark One’s arrival was imminent and they needed to be awake and ready to fight. Regina came to the side of the bed and gently shook Killian’s shoulder.

“Huh?” he mumbled, groggily. He sat up, hair sticking up in all directions, with a prodigious yawn and blinking his eyes, trying to get them to focus on his host. “What?”

“The Dark One is coming,” Regina whispered. “I can feel his dark magic pressing in on me from all sides.”

Killian’s eyes widened before he turned back to Emma and shook her awake. “Swan,” he said urgently, “Swan, you have to wake up. He’s coming.”

Emma’s eyes flew open as she sat up fully alert after just a few hours of sleep. Whatever had been in the potion Regina had given her not only helped her relax enough to sleep, but also completely refreshed her on the amount of sleep she got. Her eyes met Regina’s as she scrambled out of bed.

“We’ll go down and wait for him,” she declared. “Regina, you stay in the house and protect the dagger.”

Regina nodded as they all left the room. Emma and Killian descended the stairs with Regina on their heels.

“I could feel him in the back. I couldn’t see anything with all the shadows, but I’m sure that’s where he’ll show up.”

Emma and Killian came to the back door. They looked through the transoms, trying to catch a glimpse of anything out of the ordinary. Emma could feel the same thing Regina described in the center of her own chest. A heaviness, almost a choking sensation, making it very difficult to breathe. She’d never been in the presence of such evil before.

Over her shoulder, she heard Killian take a sharp inhale. His arm appeared in her peripheral vision, pointing out to the yard. “There,” he whispered. As her eyes focused in the dark, she finally saw stealthy movement among the trees that lined the yard. First one figure stepped out from between the trees, then another, and another. They weren’t much more than boys. Younger than their attacker under the cathedral, but still young teens. They emerged onto the patio and watched as the boys slowly advanced. Emma raised her hands up and readied herself for battle.

Regina looked out on the yard from her vantage point in her study. Three of the Dark One’s minions stalked toward Emma and Killian. The moonlight glinted off the weapons the boys held, a dagger, a bow and arrow, and the third held a metal baseball bat. Emma held her hands at the ready, but Killian was too inexperienced, he looked equal parts bewildered and terrified. She knew enough about him to know that he wanted to help, but had no idea how to do so, especially when faced with essentially children. He would feel very reluctant to inflict any kind of harm on them, no matter that they fully intended to do as much damage as they possibly could, up to and including death, if possible.

She didn’t see any sign of her former teacher yet, but she knew that he wasn’t going to be far behind.

Emma let fly her magic at the boy readying his bow and arrow. It was enough to send him skittering to the side to avoid it. He almost looked like a marionette, all jerky movements to get out of the way of the blast. A scream like a banshee ripped out of the boy with the bat as he charged toward them before another blast sent him flying to the edge of the yard, barely missing a huge oak tree. He shook his head, trying to get his bearings when she saw him. The Dark One just under the tree line and using the shadows to get close to where Emma and Killian stood. She couldn’t warn them because of the wards and protection spells she had placed on her home when she bought it, for exactly this purpose. If her former teacher were to ever find her, her home had to be fortified against him. No magic could cross those fortifications.

Regina continued to watch as Emma used her magic against their attackers and Killian moved away from her to confront the boy with the dagger. He held his hands out to the sides in a gesture meant to confuse the lost boy. He feinted left to draw his attention, then grabbed him from the right and twisted until the boy was securely in his arms, his back to Killian’s front. The dagger was held tightly against the boy’s chest as he struggled, trying to escape.

The Dark One kept advancing toward Killian, completely bypassing Emma who was still fighting the other two boys. She turned toward Killian to see their true adversary only a few feet away from him and ready to pounce. Regina’s heart was in her throat as they both made their move at exactly the same time. The Dark One reached toward Killian’s back as Emma threw herself in between them, his hand landing in her chest instead of Killian’s as Regina was sure he intended. She could see from her vantage point the maniacal glee in the face of her former mentor as he pulled his hand out from Emma’s chest, her red heart glowing in his palm.

It had happened so fast, there was no way for her to get to the yard in time to do anything but watch as her dearest friend’s face contorted in agony. She beat the frame around the window with her clenched fists as the Dark One’s own fist closed around the delicate organ.

Regina’s screams echoed Killian’s own.

“Nooooooooooo!!!”

~*~*~

Killian released the boy in his arms as Emma bumped into him with a grunt of pain. He turned just enough to see the Dark One standing before her with a countenance of madness coloring his features. He jerked back and another pain filled gasp reached Killian’s ears. He could see something red glowing in his hand. His eyes widened in horror as he realized exactly what the demon was holding. It was Emma’s heart. She had been on the other side of the yard fighting the other boys. How had she gotten here and in between the Dark One and himself?

He watched as the creature’s fist closed around the organ and squeezed. He couldn’t see Emma’s face, but the stiffness of her body and the choking sound coming from her mouth told him exactly what was happening. Killian turned around fully and caught Emma in his arms as she fell to the ground.

“Noooooooooo!!!”

Emma looked up into his tear filled eyes. He shook his head as she raised her hand to his face, tenderly touching his cheek.

“Thank you for staying with me tonight, Killian,” she whispered. “Please save Henry.”

Emma’s eyes closed and her hand dropped to her side. The tears that Killian struggled to contain finally fell, landing on her rounded cheek. Killian looked up at the demon before him, his teeth bared in a savage growl.

The Dark One opened his fist to reveal nothing but dust where Emma’s heart had just been. He waved his hand and Killian was suddenly frozen. The boys they had been fighting now surrounded their master as he sauntered behind Killian and felt for the dagger that was no longer there. His body may have been frozen, but his mouth, mercifully, was not.

“Ha!” Killian shouted in triumph. “Did you really believe that I would still have the dagger there, Crocodile? You’ve lost! I’ll find Henry before you ever discover where the dagger is.”

At that moment, Regina emerged from the house holding the dagger high. Moonlight caught the blade and nearly blinded him with the reflection.

“Leave this place, Dark One,” Regina cried out. “Leave us in peace.”

The Dark One let out an enraged hiss as he spied his former student. Regina continued to advance toward them as Killian rocked his love in his arms, his tears now flowing freely. The demon and his minions retreated until they disappeared in the trees surrounding the now silent lawn.

~*~*~

Regina lay the dagger on the patio and cast a glamour spell on it so that it couldn’t be seen before she moved toward Killian as he rocked Emma in his arms. She knelt beside him as he looked up at her. She was completely taken aback at the sorrow, despair, but also rage that swirled in his eyes. She barely had time to brace herself before she was hit with a blast of blue magic that came straight out of his heart. She felt herself flying through the air before landing near the back patio. She got to her feet as Killian’s cries again reached her ears. He wasn’t even aware of what had just happened. Her heart nearly broke in two at the profound pain she heard in his lament. He held Emma tightly and continued to rock as his grief poured from the depths of his very soul.

He had never felt such pain. It was as if the Dark One had taken his own heart and crushed it instead of hers. Hers! He had watched as her heart was taken from her body and crushed as if it were nothing! Fresh wails poured from his lips as the scene he had just witnessed played over again in his mind’s eye. Nothing he had ever experienced in his life prepared him for this. His soul was in agony, completely untethered. This woman had come into his life just three days ago, turning it upside down. In more ways than one. She’d burrowed into his heart and made a home there. And now that she was gone, his world was turned on its head yet again. How was he supposed to go on without her? Even to rescue her boy?

He continued to rock her as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Regina knelt at his side and placed a hand on his back. He turned his head and buried his face in her shoulder as sobs continued to wrack him. Her pajama top was soon soaked through.

“She asked me to save Henry,” he sobbed, “And I want to. Of course, I want to! But how can I leave her?”

Regina answered, “I’ve cast a preservation spell upon her, Killian. Nothing will touch her until you return. I know that you lo-” she caught herself, “care deeply for her. But her little boy is still in the clutches of that demon. The best way to honor Emma is to bring him home safely.”

Killian nodded, as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “You’re right. I have to go after him.” He looked up at her. “Boston, you said? He’s in Boston?”

“Yes,” she replied. She waved her hand toward the trees and Bubo glided down and landed on the ground before them. Killian looked at the creature.

“You can show me where Henry is?” he asked, addressing the bird. Wide eyes stared at him before it slowly nodded. “All right then. Lead the way.” Killian carefully placed Emma on the ground before he bent over her and kissed her on the lips, much as any Disney prince would to wake his princess. He rose and walked to his car as Bubo took to the skies. Regina waved her hand once more over her friend, transporting her to the bed she slept in earlier, waiting for Killian’s return.

~*~*~

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