#sin eaters part 8
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Sin Eaters Part 8
You know, good things take time? Yeah, they do, especially in December.
Have the next part @cljordan-imperium
Warnings for: minor swearing, overall sexual tone, nudity, self-pleasuring.
NSFW
“You made up your mind.”
His mother’s statement surprised Wynthan when he helped her bringing in some of the dirty dishes while the others stayed outside.
“What do you mean?”
“Talindra. Since our conversation about how careful you have to be or not have to be with her because of the authorities you became more relaxed. Mel already joked you are falling for her.”
The ghost of a smile played around Kimesnin’s mouth as she looked over her shoulder to him.
“Isn’t it too early to say this? We met little over a day ago. Even with this strange connection that makes us trust so easily and I just learned she also has fire; I still doubt there is already more than these two things.”
Pushing the longer hair streak aside aside, only to huff frustrated when it fell over his eye again, Wynthan leaned against the counter next to his mother.
“Maybe it is but I can see she is eying you like a hungry woman eyes a nice piece of meat. Even if it is only physical at the moment you never know if it can become more. As Sin Eaters we are put in a situation out of the ordinary. You have an idea what that connection is, it seems?”
“Gil gave me an idea, but I need to ask an elder some questions”, he confirmed.
“That is good. I didn’t tell her when she asked me about it, but you should. Like you should tell her about how magic has influence on us horned ones. Especially in your case.”
“I know, mom…”
Another frustrated huff escaped Wynthan as he looked up to the ceiling.
“It is weird how easy things come to me with her.”
“One more reason to tell her sooner than later.”
“I don’t know if the trust bonus from the connection can withstand this.”
Gently, Kimesnin turned around and hugged him.
“A few more days won’t hurt. This isn’t something you tell over breakfast, I know. She is smart, maybe smarter than it is good for her own safety, and apparently stubborn like all of us together.”
An aloof smile was his only response.
“Never heard truer words. She will burn the city down once she knows everything; I am sure of this.”
“Maybe that’s what we need.”
“Aren’t you afraid of me getting caught in all this?”
With a stronger hug she placed a kiss on his cheek and smiled.
“I know if someone can withstand the fire, she will let loose it is you, Wynthan. I said it before, and I say it again. The triumvirate had no idea what they did when they matched you and whatever happens from today on: they had it coming a long time ago.”
Guided by a sudden impulse Wynthan hugged her tight.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you, too. But now, let’s get back outside before your partner raids the leftovers like a rabid cat.”
The mental picture of Talindra stuffing herself silly was too much for him and he burst out laughing. It got worse when he stepped outside and found her deep into the bowl with chocolate covered fruits.
“You were right, she is a rabid cat”, he threw back into the house to his mother.
“What?”
Talindra’s confusion while her mouth was stuffed with food was a comical sight that brought laughter to the whole table.
“I didn’t dare to stop her”, Gil proclaimed dramatically, “She is as bad as Mel.”
“Hey!”, Mel lamented with her hands deep in the bakery bag.
Kimesnin stepped out with a bowl of nuts and a telling gaze to Wynthan. Somehow he made it back to his seat next to Talindra to get surprised by her shoveling the chocolate covered fruits under his nose.
“I think you didn’t get some.”
“The way you stuff yourself, no.”
As he picked one of the fruits Wynthan caught the glances Gilmyrn and Melleis exchanged. Slowly he started the regret bringing Talindra here today but on the other side it helped in so many ways he could stand the little stupid remarks from his brother.
“I hope you didn’t stuff yourself too much”, Melleis snickered at Talindra.
An impish glimpse in her eyes was already the warning Wynthan needed to give him the split second to move aside from Talindra.
“Why?”
“You don’t want to be too full for any physical activities, don’t you?”
Melleis winked with a naughty smile. Kimesnin snickered and even Gilmyrn tried to hide his smirk behind a glass. It took Talindra about the length of a breath to the meaning of this statement. Wynthan expected her to jump up and pull some stunt on Melleis but the sweet smile she showed was even scarier.
Still the bowl with the chocolate covered fruits in her hand, Talindra leaned forward with this scary sweet smile, her eyes trained on Melleis like a high-class snake monster and licked her lips.
“I am always up for those kinds of physical activities, my dear Mel, with anyone. Wanna test it?”
Now it was Wynthan’s turn to hide his smile behind something while the others looked at her in confusion until Melleis burst out laughing.
“Sorry, girl, I am a guys only woman, but our dear Natty might cherish this information.”
“Oh, don’t pull me into this again”, Wynthan blocked, even if he clearly noted the information for later.
He just realized they need to have some talk about their likes and such and most of all find a way to survive the days until the festival. A glance to Talindra who eyed him from the corner of her eyes gave him the impression his mother was right: If you would give her the chance, she would jump his bones immediately; and if Wynthan was honest, he wouldn’t mind either.
His personal confession to himself was highlighted by Talindra moving over him and resting her head on his shoulder with her hand resting in the place where the small bomb was located.
“I think we need to pull you in, because this is about you and me.”
He took her hand in his with an amused huff.
“In the end, yes, but we still have time and a plan. You forgot, my little devil?”
“No.”
For a moment Wynthan felt the desire to kiss her fingers but noticed the curious glances of everyone around them on him and pushed it aside, together with the deep sigh that dared to break free.
Everything felt so easy and natural with Talindra, and it was unsettling.
The next morning came too soon in Talindra’s opinion. The day at Wynthan’s family was nice even if her head was busting with all the information and she felt emotional hungover but that was nothing she couldn’t deal with.
Surprised she was up first; she took the chance to shower and clear her head. A list was clearly needed for all the questions she had in mind after the last day and sort it by personal stuff and things connected to Wynthan.
Talindra didn’t expect him to be up by the time she was done with her shower and so she stepped out of the bathroom just wrapped in a towel to find him sitting on the sofa in the living room area with his head resting on the backrest, his eyes closed. On tiptoes she sneaked closer, hoping to at least solve the question about the horns.
Her fingertips almost touched the tip of Wynthan’s horn when his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
“What are you trying to do?”, he yawned with an amused tone.
“Trying to figure out what’s the deal with the horns.”
“No one told you?”
“Kimesnin and Mel said I will figure out myself.”
“Of course, they did”, he sighed annoyed and pulled her around.
His eyes widened when he realized she was just in a towel.
“Today the other way round?”
“I thought you would sleep a bit longer.”
The mischievous gleam showed itself at the same time Talindra felt him pull her into his lap. Dripping wet from the shower and just the fabric from the towel between their upper bodies she found herself pressed against him.
“Getting impatient?”, she teased.
“Evening out the score. You saw me almost naked, now it’s my turn.”
“What a devilish deal…”
“Didn’t your family warn you about them?”
He joked back with a strained voice. When she readjusted her position, it became clear why. She wasn’t the only one whose desire laid close under the surface. Biting her lower lip, she leaned forward to his ear.
“They did but maybe I like playing with fire.”
“I can see, how much you like it.”
“What’s the deal with the horns?”, she whispered.
“I’ll let you figure it out, but not today.”
His laughter vibrated through both of them and sent lovely shivers through her whole body.
“If you continue doing this, I will go crazy.”
His hand rested on her neck with his thumb massaging the base of her skull what made her hum delighted. It tingled through her whole body in gentle way.
“I will, too”, he confessed huskily, his lips ghosting over her exposed side of the neck.
“Why aren’t you giving in?”
Talindra emphasized it with a soft thrust against his growing erection.
“This is purely physical, little devil.”
“So?”
“It may sound crazy, but I like us to be more than this.”
Her chuckle echoed in his.
“No, this isn’t crazy, even if this means you will torture both of us”, Talindra replied, “Especially when you are the one who starts those situations.”
“I couldn’t know you aren’t dressed.”
“How would it change anything?”
His loss of words told her, Wynthan knew it would have the same outcome in the end.
“I should take a shower”, he suddenly stated and softly pushed her aside.
With a frustrated sound she fell on her back and glared at him.
“I will make you pay for this.”
“I can’t wait for it”, he winked at her and literally ran for the shower.
Still, she managed to take a glance at him and groaned. If what she saw was right, she wouldn’t be able to walk once Wynthan finally came around and gave up on this little game but damn if this wouldn’t be worth it, she will yell.
Her imagination started to run wild and made things worse. When Talindra thought it couldn’t get any worse and scrambled on her feet she heard Wynthan’s unmistaken moans from the bathroom. A pleasant shiver ran through her as the wicked smile crept on her lips. For a moment she was tempted to just get back under the shower and make him fuck her against the wet tiles till they both pass out happy and satisfied but something held her back.
The way he dodged her despite clearly being attracted to her showed how serious Wynthan was about his wish to get to know her better and to make it more than just physical attraction. No matter how damn horny she was right now, Talindra didn’t want to overstep this.
Another of Wynthan’s moans made her hurry back into her bedroom and fall on her bed with a dramatic sigh. Harsh she ripped the towel from her body and let her hands wander over her too sensitive skin while her mind was busy imagining all the things, she wanted Wynthan do to her. One hand moved between her legs, found her overly sensitive clit, and slowly started to please herself, but after a few moments she grew impatient already.
It didn’t take long for an orgasm to roll through her and Talindra spread on her bed like a dead bug. Her body demanded more but this would need to do it for now, they had a lot to do today. A deep growl like she never heard before caused her to jump up, ready to defend herself.
Wynthan stood in the open door. Talindra blinked and realized she forgot to close it, but his dark eyes confused her more than her forgetfulness. The red eyes turned almost black and his whole body was tensed. Even with him leaned to the frame and dressed already there was something slightly dangerous about it, Talindra couldn’t name. It was almost primal.
“Wynthan?”
“I heard those strangled noise you made and went to check. Couldn’t expect you to be so greedy.”
The typical mischievous smile laid on his face but appeared someway off with his current eyes. Somehow Talindra had the feeling he was about to devour her.
“I told you, I have a high sex drive”, she shrugged it off and grabbed the towel.
“Getting another shower?”, he teased.
She could feel his eyes on her back all the time.
“That was the plan. After that we need to make a plan for the next days, don’t we.”
“Sounds good to me. We also need to talk about some things.”
This time Talindra was smart enough to grab some clothes before she went to get a shower and wanted to walk past Wynthan when he stepped into her path. His eyes slowly got redder again and his body was more relaxed.
“Tal?”
“Yeah?”
“You should make sure to close the door when you help yourself.”
“Thanks for reminding me”, she shot back annoyed, but he made no move to let her pass, “What else?”
Wynthan sighed in a defeated and almost burdened way, that gave her a weird feeling.
“I am serious about this. I’ll explain you after breakfast. How does sandwiches sound?”
“Perfect.”
With a small nod he let her finally pass. Talindra frowned as she stepped under the shower again to cool off and clean herself up. Since they had been at Kimesnin’s place there was obviously something running through his head, but it seemed Wynthan felt forced to talk about it earlier than he wanted because of this little event. Her head resting against the tiles of the shower, Talindra took a deep breath to swallow the yell that threatened its way up.
Happy to be distracted with making sandwiches Wynthan had some time to think about how to explain Talindra about how magic influences horned ones and what it does in his case. He honestly wouldn’t imagine it would already happen on the second morning he almost lost control of himself. Without the guidance of his mother and the elder Silvadar he surely would have lost it minutes ago and only the eternals know what he would have done to Talindra. On the other side he wondered why he was so close to lose it with her when he was in control most his adult life. The last time he lost it was early in training when their company leader punished him the first time.
Lost in thoughts his thumb run over the scar on his right lower arm that still reminded him off this day. One of the other soldiers had attacked him with a knife and cut deep into his arm. After this both got scolded but Wynthan promised himself to never let the magic control him again.
“What worries you?”, Talindra’s voice sounded off softly behind him.
It was beyond him how she could smile so mischievous at him after what happened just minutes ago. Either she was slightly suicidal or masochistic. Her shoulder leaned against a wall, but her gaze was on his arm, or probably more on his thumb.
“Why do you think I am worried?”, he deflected with a light-hearted tone.
The look she threw him was a big tell she didn’t buy it.
“Let’s start with your warning minutes ago. Don’t tell me it wasn’t one.”
Rolling his eyes at her, Wynthan put the sandwiches down with some fresh coffee.
“It was. This is something I needed to tell you anyway but thought I had some days to figure out how.”
“And a few more days to learn how I would react. You are more calculating and careful than me.”
Her lips tousled, Talindra grabbed the first piece. Her eyes on him, waiting, analyzing, but also probing. Wynthan couldn’t blame her, he also would like to know what was going on if he were her.
“How much did you get taught about magic?”
“What exactly do you mean?”
“Ever heard, magic influences its wielder?”
Her face lit up in realization while she swallowed hastily, only to cough heavily and urgently drowned some coffee.
“Fuck, I should take some time”, she snickered, “Yeah, we got taught magic amplitudes emotions. Staying in control of our emotions, or more in control than an average human is the first thing we get taught once magic shows up.”
It was a physical sensation of something being lifted from him while Wynthan nodded.
“That makes a lot of things easier. See, for horned ones this is extremer. It can go so far as influencing out character, our personality since we usually wield two kinds of elements.”
Talindra hummed along. So far it seemed all logical to her. Involuntarily Wynthan snickered about how he thought again how damn smart she is.
“Unfortunately, some elements don’t like to be friends. Air goes well with every. So does water. Fire and earth on the other side are little sassy bitches.”
In the middle of taking a sip of coffee Talindra stopped and pushed the mug down with such a force it let the remaing coffee spill over.
“Fire likes to be the dominant one, doesn’t it?”
“You can also sense it?”
Her snicker told him his surprise was visible on his face.
“I do, especially after your little trick yesterday. It is like it constantly sings a tempting lullaby to lure me in to do its willing.”
She contorted her face at what she said but Wynthan just nodded.
“Don’t worry, this doesn’t sound crazy. If you ask me the elements have some rudimental will of their own.”
“And earth?”
There was unmistakenly worry in Talindra’s eyes. She was probably already on the right path what Wynthan dealt with every day.
“Basically, the same, but less a soft tempting song but more a growling push. Having both is like being the rope in a tug-of-war between the elements. There have been horned ones who broke under it.”
“How?”
“Depends on the person. Some became fractured minds, other retreat into their mind completely, some turn into something closer to the monster outside the walls than a horned one. No higher thinking, no regret, only acting on impulses and destruction follows them. Those are the most dangerous ones.”
“Is there a way to prevent it?”
The sympathy in Talindra’s gaze hurt Wynthan in some way he couldn’t explain. He reached over the table for her hand and squeezed it.
“Many like me could contain it, don’t worry, little devil. But it takes a lot of self-control, and you little naughty kitten are scratching on it.”
She squeezed back with a dirty grin.
“I am sorry. It wasn’t my intention. I thought it could be a fun game to see how long it takes till you give up on your plan.”
The almost shy way she tried to push hair behind her ear only to realize her hair is short now made both snicker. A relieved sigh later Wynthan relaxed now she knew about it. He could only hope she would be more careful now.
“Nat?”
“Mhm?”
The careful curiosity in her face was a bad sign.
“Those darker eyes of your’s earlier… you are on a risk to turn like this last kind of folks, aren’t you? Only driven by impulse and instinct.”
He bit his lip. This came out of the blue and he didn’t expect her to notice anything to give her the right idea. His head turned to the side, he nodded. He heard her getting up and felt the loss of her hand in his almost painful.
In his mind he was ready to scold himself an idiot when her hands rested on his face and forced him to look at her. Talindra’s face was dead serious. This damn amber ring around the iris in her eyes sparkled at him in some sort of hidden signal.
“I won’t let this happen.”
A soft smile on his face, he took her hands and placed kisses on each finger before he pulled her down and placed a kiss on her lips. Wynthan realized it was a bad idea the moment both groaned in need.
Without thinking about it, Talindra sneaked onto his lap as their lips opened softly. His hands found their way from her face to her hair and stroke through it, gently going over the little stumps that soon will be mighty horns of hers. She threw her head back with a moaned growl which he used to nibble on her neck a bit. Her hands found the spot on his neck where fire resided and gently massage it. Wynthan copied her action and within seconds the temperature in the room raised significantly.
It was his giggle about the temperature rise that pulled them both out of this moment.
“Fuck…”, Talindra swore with a sigh.
“Oh, we will get there, little devil”, Wynthan joked.
“You will make me go crazy before that.”
“What about going to the archives today?”, he suggested, knowing the dry and stuffy atmosphere will kill any sexual tension.
“A good plan. We need more of them.”
“Before you burn everything down.”
“What?”
“The warmth was you”, he informed her with a little glee.
The sheepish glance around was worth it.
“Interesting. I couldn’t do this before.”
“We need to train you.”
“Tomorrow, that sounds like a good idea.”
The small embarrassment still lingered on Talindra when she got up from his lap again after one last glance at him. Wynthan wasn’t sure if his mind played tricks at him but the small amber around her iris was dull again and if his mind didn’t play a trick on him, it meant her fire was closer under the surface than he assumed. On the other side he liked to entertain the thought that hers was bright and warm, contrary to his dangerous and dark one.
Before she sat down again, she threw an amused smile over her shoulder at him.
“Oh, I think I know now what’s the deal with the horns.”
“You do?”
“It was quite nice when your hands rubbed over those stumps of mine. I can imagine how it would be with proper horns.”
“You have no idea”, Wynthan snickered, suddenly in a good mood again just from the knowledge she still had not even an inkling about it.
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Smoke Eater - Part 8
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.
That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.
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AN: Just wanted to say thank you so much for all the amazing feedback on the last chapter! I work hard on all of these, but I agonized over Part 7 in particular lol. Really wanted to get that balance right. 😉
Word Count: 6,400
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Angst, fluff, suggestiveness, implied sexual harassment, and a (sort of) cliffhanger.
Part 8: “Likewise, Baby”
You woke feeling delightfully warm. Your eyes cracked open. Though the room was dim, the window behind you had horizontal blinds that were letting in a bit of light.
You cradled the pillow beneath your head, with your hand tucked under your cheek. And you weren’t alone.
Dean was sitting up against the headboard beside you.
He was already dressed in a faded gray Fire Department shirt and sweatpants, with his long legs crossed over the navy comforter. He sipped at a mug of robust-smelling coffee while holding an iPad in the other hand, occasionally scrolling with a finger.
A slow smile cleared some of the sleepiness from your mind. You should’ve known he’d be an early riser, considering his job, but you were pleasantly surprised that he was just sitting with you, waiting for you to wake up in your own time.
Breathing in deep, you stretched out your legs under the sheets. The sound earned Dean glancing away from the screen, and then his smile aimed at you.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted. You hummed sleepily in response.
“Sleep good?” he asked.
You nodded and braved swimming through the sheets to snuggle closer to his side. After setting aside his mug and iPad, Dean welcomed you over with a hand soothing down your back. You curled against him, resting your head against his chest.
He dropped a kiss onto your wild hair. You still wore his shirt from last night and nothing else, but you felt the warmth of his hand through the fabric, rubbing up and down your back. You slipped an arm comfortably around his middle and let out a soft sigh.
“I see you’re not too chatty in the morning,” he teased.
You made a sound of agreement. “You wore me out, Lieutenant.”
And you hadn’t felt this relaxed, this warm and comfortable and safe, in a very long time.
You also felt Dean’s chuckle reverberate through your chest. His hand came up to pet your hair, and he pressed another kiss on the top of your head.
“Likewise, baby,” he replied. Cheekiness colored his tone. “That record’s gonna be hard to beat.”
You smirked and huffed against his chest. After trying some of the cake last night, he’d given you another sample of his talented fingers, right there at the table. Then you’d tried to start cleaning up the kitchen, only for Dean to distract you once again.
That time, he’d settled behind you at the kitchen sink and goaded you with sinful lips along your neck and wandering hands, until you decided that your earlier promise of “next time” was right now.
You’d turned in his arms and finally found out what he tasted like, after you sunk to your knees and dragged down his sweatpants and took his waiting cock into your mouth…
Needless to say, it was a while before you both made it to a shower, and finally to bed for actual sleep.
Remembering it all made you blush, biting your lip. He let out a quiet laugh as you hid your face in his chest. His fingers slipped into your tangled hair and gently massaged the back of your head.
“Want some coffee?” he asked. You nodded.
“Need some,” you replied. “Let me freshen up first though.”
So you slowly got up, reluctance pulling at every muscle in your body. While you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth and fixing your ridiculous hair, Dean cleaned up the rest of the dishes from last night and poured you a steaming cup of coffee from the carafe. He didn’t remember how you liked it, but his intuition said you liked a bit of sugar and creamer.
He found himself smiling like an idiot, until something Meg said rolled through his head again.
Goddamn. I am twitterpated.
With that thought, he immediately shook his head to rid himself of it.
You padded back into the bedroom to find your dress…and your panties, for that matter. While you were getting dressed, a phone buzzed on one of the nightstands beside the bed. It was Dean’s phone.
You went over to it curiously as you fixed the straps on your dress. The screen showed a missed text message from last night, around 10:00 p.m., and another one this morning. You read the latest one with a sinking feeling in your chest.
From Marissa:
Surprised I didn’t hear back from you last night. The offer still stands. 😘
You knew it was wrong, but your finger scrolled to see last night’s text preview.
From Marissa:
Hey, been thinking of you… ❤️ I’m free tonight if you want to come over. You always look so good in my bed. 😉
You were beginning to feel sick to your stomach. You forced deep, even breaths through your nose as you sat down on his side of the bed, and you contemplated doing something you knew you’d probably regret.
You’d seen Dean unlock his phone enough times to remember his passcode. Your thumb hovered over the keypad…
Again, you knew it was wrong. You’d never, ever done this to someone in your life, and if he caught you at this, he’d probably be pissed.
But you couldn’t help yourself. You unlocked his phone, and you found the girl in his text messages. While you saw that he hadn’t even looked at the message, and hadn’t even spoken to her in a couple of months, the previous text messages were a sick siren song that you couldn’t help but fall into.
However, you could only read a few of the old ones before you became disgusted, and you quickly minimized his text messages. You reminded yourself that you didn’t have a right to be reading this, or to be jealous, for that matter.
Those messages were before he even met you. It just didn’t change the fact that reading them, and hearing his voice in your mind while talking explicitly dirty with another girl still stung.
Another thought whispered in your mind. You’re already here. Might as well…
Biting your lip, your thumb shook as you went into his contacts. You saw familiar names: Benny, Cas, Dad, Eileen, Gordon, Jo…but those were followed by unfamiliar ones. Haley, Jackie, Kat, Lisa, Lauren, Marissa, Nadia, Olivia, Priya, Rachel, Serina…
What the fuck! He’s got the whole damn Kansas Directory of Sluts in here! you thought in both alarm and disgust.
So consumed were you that you didn’t hear Dean coming down the hall, nor did you see him appear in the doorway to his own room with a fresh mug of coffee.
“Hey, so what do you want for breakfast…” His question died on his tongue the moment he saw you with his phone (and an angry, perturbed look on your face). His brows furrowed as he entered.
You were caught red-handed, and you knew it. Guilt and hurt and anger radiated under your skin in equal measure, though you set his phone down for him on the bed and met his eyes.
“You got a booty call from Marissa,” you said. “She misses you in her bed.”
“So you snooped through my phone?” Dean levied at you. The warmth in his tone was gone, though his still handed you the mug of coffee and grabbed the phone. His contacts were still open on the screen.
“I shouldn’t have,” you testily agreed. “Believe me, I regret it now.”
You stood, set down the mug on the nightstand, and began searching the room for your sandals. You didn’t think you could stick around for breakfast.
Dean’s jaw locked, and he let out a sharp breath as he watched you.
“So you’re leaving?” he asked incredulously.
“Why, don’t you need to check on your side piece?” you shot back.
Dean huffed in irritation. You bent over to put on a sandal and nearly toppled over as you lost your balance. He got up, but you managed to catch yourself and held up a hand against him helping you.
You straightened and looked up with him with steel in your eyes, where last night had been all softness and fire. It reminded him of when he saw you square up against your boss. No nonsense, no inches given. He remembered then that you were a real pistol when you needed to be.
“Okay, Nancy Drew. I’m sure you saw that I haven’t hit up that girl in months!” he said. He wanted to be patient with you, but his temper was already snapping at the invasion of his privacy.
Yours was snapping right back, as your hands went to your hips.
“Dean, you’ve got an entire catalogue of ‘Pussy On-Demand’ in your phone!”
Frowning, Dean held his hands out wide in a what do you want from me gesture.
“Look, I was honest with you about my past,” he tried, but you cut in quick.
“Is it your past?” you asked. Your heart pulsed with pain at the thought, but you had to ask. “Or were you still talking to these girls, even seeing these girls while you were ‘wooing’ me? I mean…I guess I don’t have a right to complain. We never explicitly said we were exclusive—”
“All right, stop. For the love of Christ,” Dean said in sheer frustration. He approached you with caution. You were still frowning and testy, but you allowed him to grasp your upper arms.
“First of all, I didn’t even see that text. Because I was preoccupied with you. Second, no I wasn’t seein’ anyone but you after our first date. And third…” His lips pressed together.
This last one was tough for him to admit, even embarrassing. You were waiting for him though, probably with the last shred of benefit of the doubt you had left for him.
He sighed, brushing your arms with his thumbs. “Before last night, I hadn’t had sex in a couple of months.”
Your brows went high at that one, only because the weight in his voice told you that two months was a big deal for him. (For you, it was child’s play.) Remembering that laundry list of names, though, you had to agree.
You eventually relented, your shoulders relaxing a little.
“I’m sorry I looked through your phone,” you said again, more sincerely this time. “I’ve never done that to anyone, ever, and it’s not who I am. It’s just…you’re making me a bit crazy.”
A smirk pulled at Dean’s lips. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”
You reluctantly smiled and pushed at his chest with a half-hearted hand. Sighing, he pulled you in close. You allowed yourself to rest against him, and even slip your arms around his middle and tangle your fingers into the back of his shirt. Dean pressed his lips to your hair.
“I might be playing a lot of this by ear, but I told you. I’m not playing around,” he said. “I want to try being with you. Just you.”
After a moment, you nodded. You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest.
A smile tugged at your lips.
“So what you’re saying is, you’re my boyfriend.”
Dean’s smile grew as well. “I mean…yeah. If you’re on board.”
You nodded and leaned up for a kiss. “I could be persuaded.”
He met you there with both passion and sincerity as his lips glided over yours. Your fingers dug into the muscles in his back, spurring him to hold you tighter against him. The weight of his hands felt deliciously good against your lower back.
“Stay for breakfast,” he said between heated kisses and panting breaths. “I’ll cook this time.”
You remembered that you had to check on your grandfather. You’d texted him before going to bed that you were staying over at Dean’s place. George had already been asleep, but he answered you this morning that everything was fine. Still, your instincts warred between wanting to make sure, and staying here a bit longer.
Your curiosity was piqued, however.
You paused against Dean’s lips. “You cook?”
He looked down at you with offense at your surprised tone.
“I’m a damn good cook,” he said, his brow waggling. “What do you want? Pancakes, eggs and bacon, or something more chill, like oatmeal or something?”
Your stomach began to percolate at the mere mention of food.
“Yes,” you replied with a grin.
Dean’s amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Someone’s hungry. Worked up an appetite, huh?”
“Starving,” you admitted. Your hands moved down his back, feeling how some of the muscles there contracted. Looking up at him through your lashes, you added, “But I’ll take whatever you give me.”
Dean laughed and kissed you again.
“Oh, I’ll give you plenty, naughty girl,” he promised against your lips.
Thank God it’s Saturday, you thought. You inhaled the coffee Dean made for you before taking another sip. It was delicious, and you had to make a mental note to buy the same brand the next time you went to the grocery store.
You peered out the small kitchen window while the smell of food continued to stir your appetite. Really is a cute neighborhood. The building overlooked a nice little park. Already there were people jogging, walking their dogs, parents with their children heading to the playground.
You liked where you lived as well, but the two-story house was a bit much just for you and George. It also needed some work done, of which you hadn’t gotten around to taking care of with how busy you’d been lately. Not to mention your car, which was occasionally starting to shake when you accelerated past 50 miles per hour.
I really should ask Dean to look at it. Bet he’d relish the challenge of reviving an old car.
Then a small ding alerted you to the toast, now ready to be buttered. You were helping with the smaller things while Dean worked on the eggs and bacon.
You also heard the front door unlock. Soon enough a tall man with dark, long hair down to his shoulders entered the kitchen with a workbag on his shoulder and a small overnight bag. He wore a smart-looking, but simple suit, chestnut brown.
“Hey,” he greeted Dean, but his hazel eyes widened a fraction when he saw you. “Oh, hi there.”
Dean turned his head and smiled.
“Hey, Sammy,” he said. “Come meet my uh…my girlfriend.”
Your face heated up at the way he glanced at you with that smile.
Hear that? Official girlfriend status.
You also tried to hide your excitement as you introduced yourself to Sam Winchester. He shook your hand with an amiable look.
Dear God, you thought, noting his height, and his broad shoulders that rivaled Dean’s. Winchesters are massive.
“Finally. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said.
“Same here,” you agreed, matching his smile. “Really good to meet you, Sam.”
“And how is it you always make it right on time for breakfast?” Dean teased. He was pouring the scrambled eggs out of the pan and into a large bowl.
“Just good timing,” Sam replied, smirking as his brother rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, how’s Eileen?” Dean asked.
“Good. She had her students help her decorate the classroom for the fall this week,” Sam said.
He fished out his phone and showed you and Dean the pictures. The two of you had your heads bowed close to the phone. Dean wore a smile at the sight, while you cooed at the adorableness of Eileen with her students.
They seemed to be elementary school age (between seven and ten years old, if you had to guess). They’d done the Thanksgiving turkey hand for arts and crafts, even though the holiday wasn’t for a couple of months. One of the boys had taped it to his forehead.
“They’re so cute!” you gushed. “I remember doing that in elementary school.”
Dean shot you a grin. “You like kids, huh?”
Sam’s brow quirked. Mr. Serial Bachelor was joking like that already?
Meanwhile, you sent Dean a narrowed look, despite your blushing smile. Never mind that you two had just established the seriousness of your relationship about five minutes ago.
Honestly, you were surprised that having kids was even on his radar…but for the first time, maybe it was starting to be on yours too.
And that alone was a shocking revelation, considering how career-driven you’d been up until now. It was even somewhat scary, just how quickly this man had buried his way into your heart.
“Yeah, and what if I do?” You laughed and carded your fingers through his hair, but you made sure to tug on it a bit. “Clearly I need to be careful with you.”
“That’s probably best, as a general rule,” Sam interjected. He smirked at Dean’s flat look.
“All right, all right,” Dean waved at him. “Help me get the plates.”
The three of you talked and joked and laughed all throughout breakfast. You and Sam had a fair amount in common, speaking of your respective experiences in college, with him following into law school and you with culinary school. He told you more about his work at the District Attorney’s office, and about how he and Eileen had met.
Then you and Dean told the story of how you two met, from each of your perspectives. You recounted how it had been Nick’s fault that you’d been in that elevator to begin with, grabbing his latte, of all things. You remembered how goddamn hot it had been in that elevator, how no one could hear you, how you’d been doing your best not to freak the hell out.
And then you heard his voice. “Fire Department!”
The save was pretty standard, from Dean’s perspective. But he’d noticed you, even in your coffee-stained blouse and skirt. He remembered the way you lost one of your shoes.
“And I mean, ridiculous fucking high heel,” Dean said to Sam. He held his hands apart several inches, making you laugh at his gross exaggeration. “I got no clue how she walks in ‘em.”
Dean also relished retelling the moment you later stood up to Nick with gusto.
“I thought she was gonna chuck it at the guy’s head, Psycho style,” Dean said. He mimicked holding the shoe like a knife stabbing from above.
You laughed and covered your face with your hands. “I wasn’t that bad!”
Dean chuckled, but he rubbed your shoulder.
“Nah, it was awesome. I remember thinkin’, this girl’s a badass.”
You lowered your hands and glanced over at him, letting your smile peek through.
“Oh yeah?” you asked.
“Class and style, baby,” he said, giving you a wink. You shook your head, despite your amusement, and how his words touched you.
“Says the guy who literally rappelled from the roof like Batman,” you said with a smirk.
“Ooh, Batman. Here that? I’m taking it.” Dean’s brows rose, and he shot Sam a grin.
To which his younger brother rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you’re Batman.”
You giggled into your hands. His brother’s sarcasm was nothing new, but Dean enjoyed seeing you laugh after all the tension this morning. He took one of your hands away from your face so you couldn’t hide anymore.
You looked over at him. When your eyes met his, somehow you were captured again.
Sam watched carefully from his side of the table. He watched his brother, and was hardly able to believe what he saw. He continued to sip his coffee, all the while hiding a certain smile behind his mug.
You left the apartment a short while later, despite offering to help clean up. Dean knew you wanted to get back to your grandfather and didn’t want to hold you up, but he still walked you to the door and made sure you had everything you needed before you left (including a leisurely goodbye in the doorway that had his old neighbor Gladys tsking as she walked by).
He eventually returned to the kitchen to help Sam finish cleaning up, thumping him on the back while Sam was trying to wash the pans in the sink. Sam uttered a grunt, but his lips edged at a smile at Dean’s obvious good mood.
“I take it last night went well?” Sam asked knowingly.
“Yeah, good thinkin’ on staying at Eileen’s,” Dean smirked back. His mind rewound the evening: having you cook for him, the shenanigans that interrupted your baking lesson, and also the baking, and the cleaning up.
His smile only dropped a bit when he remembered the arguing part.
“Well, there was a rough patch,” he admitted. At Sam’s questioning look, Dean explained how you’d looked through his phone…and what you’d seen on it.
“She apologized, but it was a tough go of it for a second,” he said.
Sam had finished the dishes by now. He stood leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. He sighed through his nose.
“You want my advice?” he asked.
Dean quirked a wry smile. “Something tells me I’m gonna get it anyway.”
Sam nodded. “You just need to take the ‘L’ on this one. Don’t hold it against her.”
Dean’s brows knitted together as he frowned.
“Oh yeah?” he said in full sarcasm. “Is that what I need to do?”
He loved when his brother when full Dr. Phil on him.
“Listen,” Sam said. “Yeah, what she did was wrong, but her concerns were understandable.”
Dean took that in, carding his fingers through his hair.
“You can’t assume that she can read your mind, Dean. On your intentions, on how you feel—any of it.” Sam leveled him with a more serious look. “She’s taking this as it comes, just like you are. And she’s taking a chance on getting hurt, just like you are.”
Damn it, Dean thought. He especially hated when his brother made sense.
He was quiet for a moment, until something occurred to him.
“You think Dad would like her?” he asked.
At that, Sam’s smile broke free. Dean’s gaze flattened in annoyance.
“What?” he asked.
“If you’re willing to subject her to Dad, I know you’re serious.”
Dean rolled his eyes. He stole the last leftover piece of bacon from Sam’s plate and headed for his room.
I think he’d like her.
“So how’s it been going?” Andréa asked you.
The two of you were finally getting a chance to have lunch together in the staff breakroom, for the first time in about a month. You blamed it on your busy schedules, but you knew it also had to do with the fact that you both had new men in your lives.
You had been reaching out to your friend a couple of times a week to check in, sometimes even offering to grab dinner or catch a movie after work, but Andréa always seemed to have an excuse. You didn’t think she was pulling away from you intentionally… It did hurt though.
You just supposed you should be grateful that she showed up out of the blue in your office, asking if you had time for lunch.
“Work is…well, the usual,” you replied.
Nick was still an asshole who made your life harder and more stressful with every interaction. He changed his mind on deadlines, or better yet, forgot them entirely. He often got drunk while schmoozing with CEOs and representatives of potential accounts.
He also sucked at paperwork, which meant you often had to redo it, or get his assistant to do it. And he still pitted you and Josh and other teammates against one another (Paul had quit last week due to the pressure).
But all that, you could handle. What bothered you more were the “harmless” comments threaded with innuendo. The lingering looks he gave you, seizing you up from breast to toe.
You’d taken to wearing pants exclusively, instead of skirts, and flat shoes instead of heels, just to try and put him off. You maintained your professionalism and always kept several chairs between you and Nick in meetings. Though you dreaded moments where you had to be alone with him. Those were the times you were on your guard the most.
Thankfully, he hadn’t done anything outrageous since the last time he was drunk before a meeting. As in, you hadn’t had to threaten going to HR again…yet.
And these things you kept to yourself. You didn’t want Andréa to worry. Or worse, for her to try and get involved, and earn Nick’s eye on her next.
“What about with Dean?” Andréa asked, breaking you from your thoughts.
You brightened with a smile. That you would happily share.
“Good. Like really good,” you said. “I mean, we had our moments this weekend, but…I really think this could work.”
Andréa shot you a sly look, though her smile said she was happy for you.
“Oh wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so smiley,” she teased. “What is it with these firefighters at Firehouse 25? God sprinkled them with something special, I swear.”
You eyed her with amusement. “Oh yeah? How are you and Benny doing then?”
And that seemed to be the exact question she was waiting for. She turned to you fully and grabbed your hand.
“Oh, girl. I have so much to catch you up on,” she said.
You smiled at her indulgently. You truly wanted to hear everything she had to say. You wanted to hear about her disastrous first meeting with Benny’s family, especially with his father. You wanted to hear about how she was able to turn it all around with a bit of charm and a few funny stories.
You wanted to hear about their impromptu sailing trip last weekend, and the plans they were already making to go to Greece next summer if all went well. Andréa and Benny were clearly a whirlwind romance in the making, the stuff of good old-fashioned rom-com legend, and you wanted to hear the story unfold.
You just couldn’t help a small thought in the back of your mind…that she wasn’t quite as invested in your life as you were in hers.
A couple of weeks later, you parked your old Camry on the side of the road. You didn’t want to block any part of the driveway at Firehouse 25.
Oh good, they’re not on a call, you thought. The truck was there, along with the Squad truck and the ambulance. A full house.
You smiled and first smoothed down your sweater dress. It was mid-November with a chill on the air, and it also gave you an excuse to break out one of your favorite dresses, made of warm brown wool, but still cute with your knee-high boots.
You pulled out the large plastic dessert carrier resting on the passenger seat. It held not one, but two large cakes. You wanted this treat to last a little bit longer than a few hours this time.
You walked up the driveway, smiling as you greeted the Squad men playing poker at a square table just outside the building. A couple of them eyed you in curiosity, and maybe even with recognition. Though you had to swallow a bit of nerves as you pushed past the familiar glass doors of the firehouse.
The first person you saw (that you actually recognized) was Meg. She sat in the common room with her feet crossed and perched on the dining table. She was reading a book, but her head perked up when you came in. She stood and left her book on the table as she waved you inside.
“Hey there,” she said.
Remembering what happened the last time you met the paramedic at the Roadhouse, your smile was a bit thin.
“You must be real special,” she’d remarked, gesturing at Dean. “He usually doesn’t bring his girls around here, where he actually likes to hang out. Guess that’d mean he’d have to see ‘em again with the lights on.”
Despite the less than stellar memory, you tried to be polite.
“Hey, Meg. How are you?” you asked.
“Sober,” she answered frankly. Her head tilted as she let out a short, self-deprecating sigh. “Uh, sorry about last time. I have a bit of a mouth when I’ve had a few.”
Your smile became a bit more genuine. Before you could say, That's okay—
“Oh no, that’s her resting state,” a familiar voice wryly interjected.
You brightened when you saw Dean striding in from down the hall. He met you with a grin, as well as a kiss that lingered on your lips. Meg’s brow rose.
He eventually pulled away, but his hand stayed on the small of your back. He looked happy to see you, and it secretly warmed you down to your toes.
“To what do I owe this surprise?” he asked, his green eyes gleaming. He noted the dessert carrier hanging from your hand with interest.
“I come bearing gifts.” You raised your offering. Dean took it from you with both hands and boyish glee.
“Mmm, I do love me some cake,” he said, licking his lips.
You had to laugh. Firefighters do love food.
Or maybe it was just Dean.
“Remember, you’re meant to share,” you teased.
“No promises,” he muttered. But he still brought it over to the kitchen. Even Meg followed the two of you, peeking over his shoulder in curiosity.
“What kind is it?” she asked.
You gave her a smile. “Orange, cranberry, and poppyseed, with an orange glaze.”
Her eyes widened, but you could tell she wasn’t sure if she was intrigued or not.
“Trust me. It’s like lemon poppyseed, just more orangey,” you promised. “And even a bit sweeter.”
Dean grinned at his friend. “She went to culinary school.”
He said it proudly, which warmed you. Though you bit your lip in slight embarrassment.
“You don’t have to say that,” you said with a nervous giggle.
“Why not?” he protested. “It’s true.”
Meg surveyed you both with a knowing smirk while Dean set up your cakes with a cutting knife and some paper plates.
“It’s still early, but the droves will come soon enough,” Meg said wryly, and she nodded at Dean. “Have you shown her around yet?”
His brows rose. “Around the house? No, as a matter of fact…”
He turned to you with a smile and offered his hand. “Got time for a quick tour?”
You smiled. It was Saturday, and you had a rare morning where you had nowhere else to be.
“I do now,” you agreed. And you took his hand.
Dean led you past the humble kitchen to the barracks, where there were several rows of cots. They were empty and made up with white sheets and dark green comforters.
“We’re all busy by now, but we stay quiet around here,” he explained. “Especially during night shifts, of course.”
He showed you where the bathrooms and showers were, along with passing by a large, closed office. Through the frosted doors, you could see a man talking firmly into a desk phone.
“Is that the Chief?” you asked.
Dean nodded. “Yep, that’s his office. Good ole’ Bobby.”
A scoff made both of your heads turn. Benny gave his friend a wry brow raise.
“Only this one gets away with callin’ him that,” he said. Though he gave you a kind look and touched your shoulder. “How are ya?”
“I’m good, thanks,” you smiled at him. It was just a bit weird for you, knowing he was dating your best friend.
You felt like you knew him from everything she’d told you, but you hadn’t actually been around him that much in person. Everything you knew about him had been pieced from stories you’d heard from either Andréa or Dean.
“I hear ships are sailing with you and Dre,” you quipped.
Benny chuckled with an imaginary tip of his hat. “Well, you’ve heard right.”
At Dean’s slightly curious look, Benny filled him in about his and Andréa’s sailing trip last weekend.
“Who the hell goes sailing in Kansas?” Dean remarked.
You had to laugh a little. “Andréa’s family owns a yacht club. They go boating on the river, mostly. But she goes to Greece every year…and I hear you’re planning to join her.”
Again, you looked over at Benny with good-natured teasing. He took it with a smile and a nod, even taking Dean’s raised eyebrows. His growing smile told you that his friend would be taking some shit about this later. And Benny knew it too.
“All right, I see you guys were in the middle of somethin’. Let me not get in the way,” Benny graciously bowed out with another chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah. Oh, Captain, my Captain over here’s gotta find a parrot,” Dean ribbed.
Benny just rolled his eyes and gave a lazy wave as he departed.
You gave your boyfriend a bemused look. “What is he, a pirate?”
Dean shrugged. His grin was contagious.
“I just can’t picture that dusty lumberjack on a yacht,” he said. “God, what’s the world coming to?”
You shook your head and bit your lip against a giggle.
“All right, what’s next on the tour?” you asked.
Dean hummed, but after a moment, he brightened with an idea…and a sly look. He took your hand and led you over to a small side room behind the barracks. He opened the door and led you into what was essentially a cubicle, complete with a desk, chair, desktop, and a document filing unit, except it also had a cot in the far corner.
“Step into my office,” he said, gesturing with a hand. You gave him an impressed brow raise as you ventured inside.
“My man’s got his own office? Complete with a bedroom, I see.”
“Yeah. Benny’s got one too, since he’s Captain of the Rescue Squad,” said Dean.
You made note of this with another impressed hum. You then sat down in his comfy office chair and twirled around, before you began perusing his desk area. It was a bit cluttered for your tastes, but you had a feeling Dean was an “organized chaos” kind of guy.
Dean remained standing with casually crossed arms. He watched you trace a finger around one of the picture frames he had on his desk, though he had a few.
There was one of him and Sam after he graduated from law school, cap and gown and all. Another was one of Sam, Dean, and John on one of the rare camping trips they did when they were kids, for Dean’s 13th birthday.
“That’s my dad,” Dean supplied. He pointed at the man, handsome, salt-and-pepper beard, dark eyes, and broad shoulders. Your brows raised of their own accord as your eyes blinked wider.
“Wow, look at that silver fox. I see where the handsome genes came from,” you teased.
Dean’s lips curved in amusement. “I’ll tell him you said that.”
You gave him a sidelong glance and playfully jabbed at his side. But you returned your attention to the last frame.
The picture inside was of a beautiful blonde woman, holding a newborn baby bundled up in her arms. You could see his small pink face peeking out, as well as a little boy cheese grinning over her shoulder. Your attention lingered on this one.
“Is that…”
“Yeah. That’s my mom,” Dean confirmed.
“She’s beautiful,” you said softly.
“Yeah, she was,” he said with a nod. And a thought filtered through his mind, one he spoke without really thinking about it. “Wish she could’ve met you.”
You turned to him more fully then, with a bit of wonder hidden behind your eyes.
“Yeah?” you asked.
Something in Dean’s chest clenched, but he grazed your cheek with his thumb and nodded, giving you a reserved smile. It hadn’t been that long at all since he met you. Just a couple of months. He couldn’t deny it though. It was true.
“I think she would’ve liked you,” he said with a shrug. Like it wasn’t such a big deal.
You both knew that wasn’t the case.
You stood out of his desk chair and went to him, gripping the front of his gray lieutenant’s shirt. You leaned up on your toes for a kiss that almost immediately deepened. Dean cradled your cheek with one hand and pulled you in close by your hip with the other, but you were the one who licked sensuously into his mouth.
He hummed deep in his throat, pleased and a little surprised when you pushed at his chest. He took your cue to step back, leading you along with him when he sat down on the edge of the neatly made cot. He guided you down by your hips, but you didn’t sink down into his lap the way he expected.
Instead, you slotted his right thigh between your legs and took a comfortable seat. You slid up his thigh with slow friction, giving him a small smile as you twined your arms around his neck. A smirk graced his lips as he held your hips.
“Don’t pretend like this wasn’t your plan all along,” you said.
You’d caught the look in his eye before he led you into his office. It made you wonder (with a tremor of unease) just how many women he’d given the “grand tour” of his office…
But you couldn’t let yourself fall down that train of thought. It was a futile thing that would ultimately just upset you, and no doubt would frustrate him. Whatever he did before he started dating you was his business. You just had to focus on the here and now…
And right now, you could already see the half-pitched tent in your boyfriend’s uniform pants as he began to touch you.
“You’re the one who came prepared, Little Miss Easy Access,” Dean remarked. His hands slid up your thighs, bunching up your dress the farther he went. Your lower belly clenched in anticipation when he brushed the edge of your panties. “Maybe I wasn’t the only one with a plan.”
A more amused smile grew across your face, despite the blush warming your cheeks. Something had just occurred to you.
“There’s no way we’re allowed to do this here,” you whispered, but Dean’s grip on your hips was already encouraging you to rock against his thigh.
“No one’s gotta know,” he replied. His voice was deeper, laced with grit. “Just try to stay quiet.”
AN: ...🫣 Sorry for leaving it there lol. But hey! Official girlfriend status! 😂 And how'd you like how they dealt with the Marissa of it all, and the reader meeting Sam for the first time?
Of course, there will be more in Part 9.~
Next Time:
“Where’re you goin’?” he teased.
You let out a quiet laugh. “I think we’ve pressed our luck enough for today.”
Dean leaned in to kiss your cheek. His lips then veered off toward your ear.
“But see, I’m pretty damn sure that pussy’s still on fire,” he said.
The depths in his voice made you shiver. Your spine undoubtedly prickled with arousal again. He smiled.
“You understand, I can’t let you go just yet.”
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Gator's room: foreshadowing & clues
I went back to take a look at the scene of Gator in his room. While the "flag", girly posters, blaring heavy metal and handcuffs were an immediate stand out to all of us, I wanted to have a look to see if there were any other clues to who Gator is.
First up, here's his room:
SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT FOR EPISODES 1-8
Let's look a little closer at the obvious foreshadowing.
Based on the previews and the Instagram post from the makeup artist (along with the subtle nods to Oedipus), it appears Ole Munch is going to torture Gator. We see him holding a knife to his eyes, and in the original trailer, Gator is bloody and blindfolded while being led by a noose.
Gator's own posters, decor, and drawings seem to depict this fate.
#1 The poster immediately behind his shoulder depicts a man with no eyes - potentially gouged out.
#2 The drawing below it has the eyes blocked out in colours that suggest necrotic (dead) tissue.
#3 The animal skull on his wall obviously has no eyes.
The Oedipus parallel and removal of his peepers were foreshadowed right in Gator's room from episode 3.
Linda's fate (mommy issues)
We learned in the last episode that Linda is dead. Roy tells Dot that he can burry Dot right next to Linda. When Dot confronts Gator and tries to win him over via his mother, Gator gets visibly emotional and shaken. We see hope and heartache run through him simultaneously. I think Gator knows instinctively that his mother is dead, but some small part of him hopes she is still out there.
I also think Gator's drawings depict his mother.
#1 This drawing not only depicts a person with eyes blacked out, but the drawing is clearly of a woman - possibly a corpse. She has breasts and long hair but is drawn in purples, reds, and blues; colours that represent bruises, blood, and dying flesh.
#2 The other drawing with missing eyes is also of a woman. This drawing once again has long hair, but she is smiling.
Perhaps Gator accidentally saw his mother's dead body. He has a drawing that represents a scary corpse (reality) and one that represents an almost comical one. Maybe the smile is how he tries to remember Linda - dead but somehow still smiling for him.
Other little things
#1 Robbed of childhood innocence. Gator's room is filled with "tough boy" items: swimsuit model photos, car photos, alcohol, heavy metal posters, etc. But he also has children's toy cars. The hot rod photos are in direct contrast to the toy cars on his shelf. The boy trapped inside the man. A boy robbed of his childhood by abuse and traumatic events.
#2 Jack Skellington. I'm probably one of the only people on the planet who have not yet watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, but the Jack Skellington parallels go beyond just the mask Gator wore. To me, it looks like he also drew Jack - and yet another reference to death. The skull's mouth is sewn shut too, just like Gator is sworn to obey his father and not speak the truths about what Roy has done.
#3 Red or Blue Pill? Again, I have failed to watch yet another classic film: the Matrix. But this poster seems to be a clear reference to it, I think.
According to Google, "The red pill and blue pill represent a choice between the willingness to learn a potentially unsettling or life-changing truth by taking the red pill or remaining in the contented experience of ordinary reality with the blue pill."
And if there's anyone with the last name of Tillman who will be forced to see reality (and potentially change), it is Gator. Gator will likely be forced this "red pill" by Ole Munch, either finally seeing the reality of his father's ways, or by becoming the next sin eater.
Whatever the outcome, the poster must have some sort of meaning!
That's all for now 😊 But I really love all the subtleties in this show! It's fantastically written and acted, and Joe is doing such an exceptional job playing this mutli-layered and morally ambiguous character of Gator!
***EDIT***
A post by @familyfriendlyhoho got me thinking about the drawing on Gator's wall. I was thinking that his drawings represent his dead mother, Linda and that he may have accidentally seen her corpse. The post theorizes that:
"I feel like Gator knew Linda was dead. but worst, I feel like Roy showed it to him."
And I think that this is the most-likely scenario. Roy is sinister enough to do something like that to his own son. I can imaging Roy telling Gator to stop being a loser and become a winner and, to drive the point home, he could have led Gator to Linda's corpse warning "this is what happens to losers".
If so, Gator's drawings would depict the corpse he witnessed. Even here, before Gator gives himself the "I'm a winner" pep talk, we see him glance towards the drawing - a reminder of what happens to losers. He then feels the need to convince himself that he is not one, despite what his father says.
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We’re heading into the home stretch! Good news - we’re getting a 20 second trailer for the finale! Thank you to the CW18 Milwaukee for promoting Nancy Drew while corporate was busy cancelling failed imports and promoting golf.
Now, I know some folks have been spoiled *ahem* by the leaked transcript for 412. I have not and will not be partaking - I like my spoilers vague, and I prefer to watch the episode in whole with actors and sets and special effects and music and all the things. But I did spend some time this weekend thinking about what would happen next - and debating it with @likestosolvethepuzzle (whose latest fic you must read), who encouraged me to post this analysis that I primarily wrote over weekend before the transcript leaked.
So read on if you’re interested in my unspoiled take (well except for the usual BTS photos I’ve hoarded from filming, the trailers, and hints on social media from the fine professionals who made the show).
Rewinding back to Episode 8, Nancy sends Ace on his way with the curse jar to go fishing with his father. He complains, but she tells him to go make “messy” memories with Thom (clearly she’s thinking of how she wished she could have more with Kate). Thom apologizes that the captain canceled, Ace drops the jar which lights up and sets off a little wave, and they get wet but no other harm is done. Ace calls Nancy from the Marina - note the establishing shot is Horseshoe Bay, not the Yacht Club or the Claw, so he’s sitting in the parking lot of a different marina, presumably where the fishing boat is docked.
Ace and Nancy have their phone call, and we now know Nancy goes to erase a sin 26 minutes later. The only think she knows is that she saw flames before Ryan rescued her from Jonas Glass, but she believes she and Ace were responsible for Jane Doe’s death.
A few other tidbits that could be clues or red herrings - when Jane Doe was found charred beyond recognition, it was noted that it was in the woods near the coastline. When the ghost tells Ace that she stayed because he said he didn’t want to leave her, she then says no one had ever talked to her or about her that way before. The ghost is also insistent that no one ask her how she died.
OK. A few weird things. The captain canceling but Ace and Thom still going ahead is weird. Why would the captain allow it? Who’s piloting that sort of large-ish boat? And why did the jar make any kind of blip at all, and yet the wave was small enough they only got wet?
We have BTS of what appears to be Thom in the water:
And we had a video from applebanannapear (Ace’s stand-in) of a marina/boat yard with Florence parked nearby, and he’s standing next to someone who looks like she could be Nancy’s stand-in:
These to me look like scenes of the forgotten events of that night, erased by the Sin Eater.
So what I think could have gone down (speculation ahead):
What if the captain of the fishing boat didn’t cancel and was on the boat with Ace and Thom? And Jane Doe could be the captain? She could be lonely and even flirted with Ace, who we know is also lonely - they may even have a moment.
When Ace drops the curse jar, it actually flames up and breaks, and causes a much bigger commotion - maybe even a whirlpool not unlike the ghost’s whirlwind from 411. Then the boat catches on fire. They all jump or are thrown into the water. Ace is able to fish Thom out, but the captain is lost - she gets caught in the flames before drowning.
Ace and Thom eventually make it back to shore. Ace calls Nancy in a panic. She comes immediately. They fight, but Nancy insists on going to the Black Door. Ace may have dropped the curse jar, but Nancy gave it to him and pushed him to go fishing with his dad. The death was accidental but Ace feels guilty - he’s completely torn up with grief. This is the person who would rather die than let Nancy give Daniel West the list.
Thom’s part - I am less certain (and of course all of this is speculation). He’s a semi-retired cop, so he’d want to call it in. Ace would probably be charged with setting the boat on fire - he did drop the jar that caused the boat to catch on fire. Thom might have even fought with him about the jar when he finds out what Ace is doing, causing it to break.
Nancy takes matters into her own hands and goes to the Black Door - she loves Ace, and feels responsible- she won’t let him suffer. She’s miserable, doing something she never thought she’d do - but she does it for Ace. They may even have an angry almost love confession - but it falls short of triggering the curse, because the Sin Eater only erases the memories of everyone involved. It doesn’t negate the sin itself, and Ace is still alive.
And why is the ghost drawn to Ace? They actually made a connection before she died, and her charred body washed up on shore near the woods. He may have made her feel safe on that boat before the accident. He may have “caught” the curse (as many have theorized), and that’s why he can hear and see and even touch her. And her claim of her hair wrapping around her mouth, feeling cold, and the sky disappearing are consistent with burning and then drowning. And she doesn’t want Ace or Nancy to ask her how she died because it’s too painful, and perhaps because she doesn’t want Ace to suffer with the knowledge.
I believe the Drew Crew will find out what really happened in this episode - Henry Zaga posted photos and reels from Capilano Lake. I believe this is the reservoir location, and they are able to use the poisoned water to help Nancy remember the sin and reverse the memory wipe.
Speaking of Henry, Tristan is certainly back in this episode. He posted from the woods and a few locations. I was leaning toward this being him as well in director Kristin Lehman’s monitor - although it could also be Ace.
So we know from the two stills we got for this episode that we’ll see Ace and Nancy together plenty. But boy Ace does not look happy - he doesn’t want to give up his ghost I suspect. I know we all expect them to break the curse, but from Ace’s POV he and Nancy are separated forever. Cannot wait to see it all unfold (pain and all). Celine, the writer of this episode, reminded us that there will be heartbreak and there will be truth. She also shared a devastating playlist I’ve had on repeat - “Bigger Than the Whole Sky” is killing me. As much as we all want Nace together and loving, I’m expecting a journey through fire here (literally) before we get our HEA next week (cause we will).
I’m super intrigued by how Nancy and Tristan will interact - are they still romantically inclined? Or was Tristan almost biting her as the Sin Eater a mood killer? And what did Nashua mean about them walking the path many times before? Reincarnation seems to be a theme this season. @flythesail and @reviewdiaries have written excellent analyses about what it could mean.
We’ll also get a Spring Festival on the beach (which they filmed in the snow), and the return of Red and Birdie (according to IMDB). I don’t have room to post it, but one of our favorite crew members Sangalicious had an IG story at the time that referred to the festival. Geraldine Chu also posted from the snowy location - looking forward to Birdie and Jesse together again. The beach they filmed at is the same one from the bucket ceremony - is there a supernatural confrontation, or perhaps something between the believers and non-believers of the supernatural?
From the trailer, we see Nancy waking up (perhaps with her memories returning?), and the Crew recoiling in horror in the Yacht Club basement:
We also glimpsed who most of us think is Tristan confronting the figurehead of the Endeavor in the same location (yes I analyzed Henry and Alex’s cheekbones):
Are Tristan and the figurehead connected - and is Nancy too (read @flythesail’s analysis for more on that)?
Finally, I’ve been debating if the Claw baby shower Riley shared a glimpse of is actually in this episode and not the finale as we see George and Nick in the wardrobe from this (412) episode’s stills. Jen Vestuto said it’s not what we think it is - of course we all assume it’s Carson and Jean’s baby since her awkward confession. Could it be Ryan and Red’s instead? Or did she mean it wasn’t for a Nace baby? Is there something timey whimey going on since not that much time has elapsed (or has it?) and it really is in the finale? Is Jean’s unborn child a potential next Sin Eater (yikes!)? We’ll find out soon! See you on the other side.
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Ace's love interest (4x10-11 spec)
So I've decided to rewatch the audition tape for Alice, the love interest, to look for clues on when she will finally bother to show up, and boy oh boy
Under the cut because of somewhat heavy spoilers.
Exhibit A. The audition tape.
The actress reads two scenes, both with Ace. The first one makes no sense to me. It sounds like they meet in college, which considering the insane timeline of this show — h o w. Episodes 6-8 happened in the span of 3 days (🤯) at the end of March. Episode 11 happens on April 8th (Passover), so we know there’s no big time jump. Unless he’s been taking night classes and didn’t tell anyone? For now, I’m choosing to believe that part of the tape is fake dialogue (for my own sanity because what do you mean you'd risk death by radiation for her).
No, what really interests me is the second scene, where the girl gets possessed.
LI: *heavy breathing*
ACE: Ghost? I don’t think you are here to hurt me. I did some research and-
LI: It’s cold. It’s cold.
ACE: Are you Mia who froze on the mountain?
LI: I can’t breathe. It burns.
ACE: Are you Sam who died in the fire?
ACE: Talk to me. What do you remember?
LI: My hair wrapped around my neck. I saw orange grey and everything went quiet and my hands were so cold. I don’t remember who I am…
Exhibit B. This shot from the latest trailer.
Meet Alice, the possesed love interest.
Notice the burns on her face and her arms in flames (Are you Sam who died in the fire?), but the rest of her body looks almost frozen (Are you Mia who froze on the mountain?) with her hair in disarray (My hair wrapped around my neck).
We don’t see who she is facing, but judging by the collar, it’s Ace who wore the same jacket in The Dilemma of the Lover's Curse.
IMDB is not the most reliable source, but according to their listings, 4x10 has a character named Mia Peterson, and in 4x11 there’s a Nurse Sam. So it looks like whatever is going on takes place during these two episodes.
Episode 4x10 is titled the Ballad of Lives Foregone, and before, I thought it had something to do with Ace and Nancy and Ryan and Carson. But what if it's about all the lives sacrificed to the benefit of the Sin Eater and his creators?
What if whatever occurs in episode 10 (and 9) releases those restless spirits into the world? And some of them attach themselves to poor Alice?
(Or maybe, maybe it's a dybbuk situation).
And then there's this line from 4x11 description.
Lastly, Bess (Maddison Jaizani) is left feeling concerned after speaking with Ace (Alex Saxon).
Honestly, I hoped it was because he was trying to break the curse on his own, but Bess being concerned because her platanchor is being haunted by a ghostly love interest and is probably hiding it seems plausible.
And a little more ↓
I'm almost sure this happens at some point before, during, or after the Passover dinner since Ace is wearing the same shirt. You know what else is happening at the same time? The Glasses are sacrificing Nancy at some altar in the forest during biggest full moon of the year. Something something it's all connected.
"I did some research-"
#*signing gibberish*#i've connected the dots#i've connected them#barely#i’m tired of thinking about this so i’m letting it go#nace#ace x nancy#nancy x ace#nancy and ace#nancy drew speculation#nancy drew spoilers#nancy drew#nancy drew cw#cw nancy drew#ace [hardy]#ace [redacted]#ace nolastname#ndcw#flashing gif tw
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DOCTOR WHO TOP 10 - 9th Doctor
Ninth Doctor. I love him, you probably love him too. He's great. Let's go.
10. The Cruel Sea
Rob Shearman's very weird comic strip. Admittedly, I love it to bits. While I think Shearman wasn't entirely sure about what he's doing, the result is still by far ninth Doctor's best DWM comic. (Okay, I also really like Scott Gray's Monstrous Beauty, it just didn't make the list.)
9. The Beast of Babylon
I love xenofiction and Doctor Who should do it more often.
8. The Sin-Eaters
Ninth Doctor's Titan comic book run by Cavan Scott is on the whole pretty solid. (And preferable to ninth Doctor's 2005 DWM run, which just has too much Gareth Roberts to be any good.) I can definitely recommend the whole thing. Not everything in there is amazing, but there's a lot to like about it.
This story is my personal highlight of the run. Twisted, clever, and fun. The Sin-Eaters just slaps.
7. The End of the World
The moment Tainted Love starts playing, you know you're in for something amazing.
I just love this episode... It's the first episode of New Who that really gets to show off the scope of "the alien" in this universe. I adore the creativity of it, the energy of it. And Lady Cassandra O'Brien.Δ17, of course. So many iconic moments in this one.
6. Bad Wolf / Parting of the Ways
The big finale, of course. Huge, emotional, epic... but also featuring some biting satire about the landscape of television. The perfect finale to the first series.
5. The Stealers of Dreams
My favourite ninth Doctor book. It's kinda Cartmelian in it's premise, but also deals with the new reality for the eu - Doctor Who being back on TV. This is a stunning Who novel and it should get a lot more attention than it does. Steve Lyons is awesome.
4. Monsters in Metropolis
Historicals about film history are great and there should be more of them. Also, this one made me cry, so there's that. I love Monsters in Metropolis so goddamn much, thank you John Dorney.
3. Planet of the End
After listening to the first series of Big Finish's The Ninth Doctor Adventures, one gets a pretty clear sense that Respond to All Calls is the strongest of the four boxsets, by a pretty wide margin.
My favourite of that boxset has to be Planet of the End by Timothy X Atack. There's just something about the size of the ideas in this one... Fred is an amazing character, the Incorporation are truly villainous... Just thinking about this one makes me want to listen to it again.
2. Dalek
Rob Shearman resurrects Daleks. Well... just one, to be precise. But it's all he needs to craft one of the greatest Dalek stories every. Every line is gold, the story is poignant and meaningful, the characters are memorable... And it's a Base Under Siege story where the monster is trying to get out instead of getting in. What more do you want?
1. The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances
What else could it be? Steven Moffat's Hilarious & Horny Horror For Children, also known as The Empty Child two-parter, has become such an iconic and defining bit of Doctor Who. I feel like everyone loves it and for good reasons. It's absolutely deserving of all the hype and acclaim. And... You know... Everybody lives!
#doctor who#9th doctor#ninth doctor#christopher ecclestone#doctor who eu#60th anniversary#top 10#dfpost
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So what did I actually think of Helluva Boss Season 1, Episode 8: Queen Bee?
Things I liked:
⭐ Throughout the entire episode, the focus is entirely on Loona, and even though takes up a large chunk of the screen time in the latter half, it very much feels like Loona's story.
⭐ It's amazing how one episode can totally change your view on a character. Now, Loona is not and never has been on my top favorite character list. That said, it's pretty ironic that I feel like I learned so much more about her just by watching her struggling like hell to socialize at a party than I did in Seeing Stars, where we got to see her entire backstory.
Anyone who's ever been the new face at a giant, noisy blowout party where everyone else is part of a pre-established friend group knows what it's like when the guy who invited you leaves to get drinks and leaves you all alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces. It's easy to forget because of her in your face attitude, but Loona is actually pretty introverted. The episode handles the awkwardness just right, communicating Loona's shyness without turning her into a blushing, trembling mess.
⭐ Loona's humiliation and jealousy over Bee is written with a surprising amount of emotional realism for a quirky dark comedy like Helluva Boss. I love the fact that Bee's just a genuinely nice person rather than some stereotypical alpha bitch Loona has to "rescue" Tex from, but she's still gorgeous, rich, famous, popular, and has fucking MAGICAL POWERS. Poor girl just can't compete with that.
⭐️ Blitzø instantly out of his angst coma from the last episode and breaking every speed limit on the seven rings when Loona needs him. Helluva Boss is a bleak, cynical show about sweary, sex-obsessed demons who kill people for a living, including children, but Blitzø is far from a perfect man or a perfect father, but in every scene where they're together, you can tell how much he loves her. There's so much genuine human warmth and sincerity on display here that's completely missing from most animated adult comedies.
⭐️ This face.
⭐️ "Yeah, that's my dad!"
Seriously, I'm almost glad that this episode debuted after Seeing Stars because I would not have been able to handle watching all this character development and father-daughter bonding, then watch Loona knee the poor guy on the crotch from trying to hug her.
Also, Blitzø and Bee's drinking contest acting as an ice breaker for Loona to make some friends was a really clever touch.
⭐️ Bee's concern over Blitzø. I don't care what anyone says, making the sin of Gluttony an empathy/emotion eater who gets high of the energy of people overindulgence at parties is incredibly creative. According to St. Thomas Aquinas, gluttony isn't just about eating too much; it's about a deep, ardent longing for the pure sensory pleasure of sumptuous food and drink. Bee's motivations make sense here: Blitzø isn't drinking too much because the liquer tastes good or he enjoys being drunk, he's actively destroying himself and trying to kill every braincell that remembers what happened at Ozzy's. She can probably sense the pain he's trying to escape. Plus, he was in serious danger of drinking himself to death or getting molested, which would have put a damper on the party.
⭐️ Loona giving no fucks. Damn, girl, even Millie was scared to tangle with Asmodeus. She really comes across as if she has nothing to lose.
The fact that she backed down purely because she didn't want to make Vortex uncomfortable is cute. See, she is capable of being considerate sometimes.
⭐️ LOONA TAKING CARE OF HER DAD
This is seriously one of my favorite scenes in the entire series. I love how it takes time to build up the atmosphere. I love how the scene moves at a nature pace instead of Helluva Boss's usual permanent sugar high setting, allowing for quiet little moments like Loona putting a blanket over Blitzø.
This is the first time you really see Loona and Blitzø acting like equals instead of Blitzø coddling her and Loona shunning adult responsibilities. This is probably the most vulnerable and honest she's ever seen him, and instead of being angry or disgusted, she just gently reassures him that she'll never abandon him like so many others have.
⭐️ I loved the fun atmosphere and the bubbly, candy-coated aesthetic, especially after the 20 megaton angst nuke that was dropped on us in the last episode. The story is simple and compact with a clearly defined beginning; middle, and end; no loose plot threads; no unnecessary characters.it would have been a great way to end the season.
Things I didn't like:
💀Loona abruptly changing her mind about the party after this one dude flirts with her. Feels kind of contrived.
💀"Cotton Candy" is catchy enough and pretty on point for a Kesha song (unsurprisingly, considering that she wrote it herself, but it's very repetitive. This makes it all the more frustrating that an absolute banger like "Monster Ball" was languishing in the end credits.
Final score: 9/10
#helluva boss#helluva boss spoilers#helluva boss review#queen bee#loona#blitzo#vortex#beelzebub#dandelion watches hellaverse#vivziepop#meta#review
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The National Programme of Nutritional Support to Primary Education (MDM Scheme), launched in August 1995 emphasises on the provision of cooked meals with a minimum of 450 – 700 calories and 8-12 grams of proteins and was further converted by the National Food Security Act (NFSA) 2013 into a legal right upto Class 8. Over 94% of the children in government and government aided schools come from Scheduled Caste, Scheduled Tribe, Other Backward Classes and minority communities. For a majority of children in government schools who are from marginalised communities and malnourished, garlic, onion and eggs form an important part of their diets, limited only by the factor of affordability. Eggs have been denied to children as part of the mid-day meals in schools for several years. Described as the ‘menstrual discharge’ of the hen, eggs are labelled as ‘sinful’, ‘violent’, and agitating the senses, with egg eaters deserving to be ‘destroyed’. If, instead of this unscientific propaganda, the nutritional value of eggs had been the primary deciding factor, children would have been given eggs as part of the mid-day meal scheme on 5 days of the week.
Dr Sylvia Karpagam, ‘A critical look at Indian healthcare‘, Aura
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FFXIVWrite 2023 #8: Shed
(A/n: If its been perpetual Light without any other weather for 100 years, surely that means no seasons too? So I have to wonder how the First would feel about the world settling back into its old rhythm and the old seasons once they finally return. It must be so strange if they haven't seen snow or rain or ice in so long, or the changing leaves. So I really wanted to catch this sense of uncertainty, if most won't remember or even know about the concept.
Tho in this case, Almet might know, or she might not, depending on how old she is, but I've erred on the side of caution and assumed she's post-Flood birth.
Part of me just also feels like I miss the First and Ryne, even tho I know the very next patch is gonna have her feature in a way (small or otherwise, we don't know yet). I hope she's doing well, especially if she's still working hard for everyone. ;3;
Word count: 1385)
“Which way was it again?”
The blue flower path was certainly pretty, but it made for difficult travel when one forgot which fork in the road to follow to Fanow. Ryne unfortunately had forgotten, given the long while it’d been since she had visited the Viis town. The dense trees and the darkened shadows from the enveloping canopy didn’t help her bearings, unable to even see into the distance for a hint of life at the forest’s edge. She was travelling with a small guard, though unfortunately none had any experience with the forest as she had. Leaving her alone to shoulder the burden of navigation.
Her role as Oracle of Light had been changed somewhat, in light of the First’s new lease of life - she was something of an Emissary now for the Crystarium, often ensuring good relations between the various surviving settlements across Nordvrandt, both within each region and with the main city as a hub. Slitherbough didn’t have any issues with their neighbours, but she still wanted to check in with Fanow herself as well. If she could find it…
Fortunately for her, she wasn’t left stumbling around for much longer, as a voice broke through the leaf rustling ambiance.
“Hail, Oracle! It has been some time!” Looking up, and hearing the surprised chattering from her caravan behind her, Ryne smiled to see the familiar face of Almet standing upon a thick branch in the canopy. The woman leapt, traversing down the trunk with graceful bounds until she landed upon the petal strewn floor.
“Almet! It is good to see you,” Ryne greeted her, “I hope all has been well.”
“Of course. The forest has never been more peaceful since the night finally returned and the Sin Eaters numbered finally dwindled to nothing. I’m sure you could tell as much during your travels.” Ryne nodded, already breaking into chatter about their journey there and their reason for visiting, and idle introductions to the rest of her entourage.
“An Emissary is it? From one important duty to another, surely you of all of us have more than earned the rest after your deeds?” Almet said, shaking her head in awe.
“Many have told me, but I wouldn’t feel right just sitting doing nothing while everyone else did all the work,” Ryne replied.
“Well, that is your burden to bear, but I am pleased to see you continuing to look after the wellbeing of all on our star. Even coming all this way to check on Fanow, as cloistered away as we are here,” Almet nodded, coming to a stop by a wooden gateway arch. To Ryne’s surprise, they’d already reached the town’s entrance, unaware that Almet had led them along the way as they’d talked.
“Oh! I…Thank you. I’m sorry to say I seem to have forgotten the way,” Ryne said, flushing at her confession. Almet at least worse an understanding smile.
“Tis no worry. With how far you have travelled and how the forest has changed with the Light gone, I would be more surprised had you remembered. Feel free to come in and settle yourselves, someone will come and see you to a hut to rest yourselves so long as you are staying here,” Almet announced to the rest of the group. Ryne’s own nod to encourage them had them wasting no time entering the village, leaving the two alone.
“As much as I appreciate your hospitality, we hopefully shouldn’t stay too long. We wouldn’t want to impose, but we do have other places to visit as well.”
“You are certainly not imposing. We would always welcome you, as the allies of Ronka and the saviour of the star. But you of course have your duty as well. Allow us to at least see you well prepared for your journey,” Almet offered. Slitherbough had already offered to refill their supplies for the next leg of their journey after visiting Fanow, but more would always be nice. Sometimes to pass onto the next village they visited or even to the Crystarium’s supplies and stores when they returned.
They started up into canopy bound platforms, unperturbed at first of the wind that began to pick up – though Ryne did feel her stomach lurch as the boughs around her creaked and groaned from the strain. However they both came to a pause at a mumbling from a pair of nearby guard Viis leaning against the railing.
“It’s so different, how did it change so?”
“I don’t know, but it looks rather beautiful.”
“Ladies, is something amiss? Did something happen on your patrol?” Almet asked, making them both jump. As one of them frowned to see her surprise had crushed something in her grasp, the other held out a pristine leaf to show.
“Almet, it's so strange! The leaves are changing!” the guard stated. Almet took it in hand, brow furrowing at the discovery. Ryne peaked over, confused. The leaf was a bright vibrant orange, with dappled yellows along its lower half. A fan of leaves were thrust into her view, and she gaped at the sight; bright reds and yellows, more orange and faded gradients, and the normal greens were tinged brown along their edges.
“Is it not just from a peculiar tree?” she asked, trying to rationalise the strange appearance.
“Absolutely not, I’ve patrolled these same forests for 75 years, I know every tree in every corner,” the guard insisted, “This is new!”
“Almet, do you think the trees may be suffering an illness to cause this? Are they dying?” the other Viis asked, looking over the crushed remnants still in her hand with concern. Almet paused, still marvelling over the odd phenomena.
“No, I don’t think it is that,” she said carefully, “I can’t guarantee what this is for certain, though I may have an idea. I would like you to keep an eye out on your patrols, and inform the other groups of the same; if any more turn out like this or if anything else changes, let me know. But I appreciate this news.” The guards shared a look, then nodded and rushed off into the town.
The wind grew fiercer, and Ryne found herself shivering in its blast. Almet stood, letting it rustle through her hair and clothes.
“To think, it may finally be happening again,” she hummed, turning the leaf over in between her finger tips.
“What? What’s happening?” Noting the rising panic in Ryne’s voice, Almet smiled.
“Nothing to be worried about…or perhaps we should. But not for the reasons you may think, Oracle,” she said, “Tis the seasons. They may finally be cycling once again. The forest is changing.”
“Seasons? Changing?” Ryne had heard the concept somewhat, from Thancred - he’d mostly explained them briefly, how the sun would grow warmer, or the wind would grow colder at different times in the year. But in a world without shifting weather patterns, the notion didn’t really seem to be understood anymore.
“I remember tales from my mother, from before the Flood,” Almet explained, eyes growing distant as she recalled the memory, “She would talk about how the seasons would change the forest; how the animals would shift and move their nests and families, following their food as it too moved; how the grass would grow thick and green with the heat, and thin and wiry with the chill; and how they had different produce cycles for each passing moon, how they had to plant many crops in one season to keep people fed in the others, as less could be grown.
“And I know these past 100 years, the Light has prevented any such changes. The temperature may have dropped or risen, but it was never enough, and the forest was still the same as ever, unchanging and silent.”
“So…the idea of these seasons returning is good?” Ryne asked. The wind blew through once more, and this time Almet let the leaf in her hand fly free with the gusts.
“Yes, I think it is. Perhaps we will struggle to adjust after so long without, but I believe we can do that. And it will be wonderful to see the world return to its original self once more,” she smiled, “You may have extra work for yourself now to prepare the world for these big changes to come.”
#ffxivwrite#ffxivwrite2023#ryne#ryne waters#almet#shadowbringers#fufu's writing#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv
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Masterpost Sin Eaters
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Part 8
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#writblr#writing#wynne writes#sin eaters wip#story masterpost#fantasy#post apocalyptic#adult audience
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Someone asked me what else I ship besides the obvious ones so here ya go, an endless list of otps in no particular order-
1. Natsu x Lucy (Fairy Tail)
2. Shiki x Rebecca & Weisz x Hermit (Edens Zero)
3. Ichigo x Rukia (Bleach)
4. Meliodas x Elizabeth (Seven Deadly Sins)
5. Ash x Misty (Pokemon)
6. Luffy x Nami (One Piece)
7. Naruto x Hinata (Naruto)
8. Asta x Noelle (Black Clover)
9. Soul x Maka (Soul Eater)
10. Shinra x Tamaki (Fire Force)
11. Rin x Shiemi (Blue Exorcist)
12. Glenn x Sistine (The Akashic Records Of A Bastard Magic Instructor)
13. Ikki x Stella (The Chivalry Of A Failed Knight)
14. Ueki x Ai (The Law Of Ueki)
15. Izuku x Ochako (My Hero Academia)
16. Boruto x Sumire (Boruto)
17. Maou x Emi (The Devil Is A Part Timer)
18. Tatsumi x Hilda (Beelzebub)
19. Yato x Hiyori (Noragami)
20. Edward x Winry (Fullmetal Alchemist)
21. Childe x Lumine (Genshin Impact)
22. Inuyasha x Kagome (Inuyasha)
23. Kyo x Tohru & Yuki x Machi (Fruits Basket)
24. Raku x Chitoge (Nisekoi)
25. Sorata x Mashiro (The Pet Girl Of Sakurasou)
26. Yamada x Shiraishi (Yamada-kun And The Seven Witches)
27. Hak x Yona (Yona Of The Dawn)
28. Rokuro x Benio (Twin Star Exorcists)
29. Kaguya x Miyuki (Kaguya-sama Love Is War)
30. Loid x Yor (Spy x Family)
31. Kirito x Asuna (Sword Art Online)
32. Kazuma x Megumin (Konosuba)
33. Anos x Misha (The Demon King Academy)
34. Iori x Chisa (Grand Blue)
35. Kusuo x Kokomi (The Disasterous Life Of Saiki K)
36. Adrien x Marinette, all of the forms of this ship (Miraculous)
Will update again later💤
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Character Profile - Nehra Mewrilah
figured it was about time I got around to making profiles for my OCs so introducing my WoL, Nehra! still a work in progress but I wanted to at least have something. SPOILERS FOR ALL OF FFXIV!
BASICS//
Name: Nehra Mewrilah
Name Meaning: Nehra = "fondness" in Hindi
Unsundered Name: Atlas
Age: 26 as of Patch 6.2
Nameday: 3rd Sun of the Second Umbral Moon
Gender: Nonbinary and Trans Masculine (they/she)
Race: Miqo'te
Tribe: Keeper of the Moon
Nationality: Garlean
Languages: Eorzean Common Tongue and possesses the Echo
Profession: Warrior of Light
Education Level: Studied with conjurers for some time
BLOODLINES//
Father: unknown
Mother: Unnamed Miqo'te
Adopted Siblings: Lina and Mujih Mewrilah
Extended Family: Y'shtola Rhul (sister in law)
Children: Y'tali Mewrilah (Tali)
ROMANCE & SEXUALITY//
Sexual Orientation: Sapphic
Romantic Orientation: Sapphic
Significant Other: Y'vdola Vongola (Dola)
Past Relationship: Ysayle Dangoulain
RESIDENCE//
Place of Birth: southern Ilsabard
Current Residence: small cottage in Ishgard
TALENTS AND SKILLS//
Canonical Jobs: White Mage before 6.0, currently Sage
Good at: botany, mathematics, cooking, animal caretaking, magic, bug collecting
Bad At: melee jobs of any kind, heavy lifting
APPEARANCE//
Hair: messy, shoulder length, black with green highlights
Eyes: blue
Lips: Small, thin lips
Complexion: fair
Blemishes: very distinct white freckles on cheeks
Scars: cut on left cheek from tripping on a rock. top surgery scars. deep, long cut on outer right thigh from having a sword thrown at her while possessed by Zenos. huge scar along back from fighting off a sin eater.
Tattoos: a doodle of a carbuncle drawn by their daughter, Tali
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 pounds
Build: average
Usual Hairstyles: parted it to the side up until Shadowbringers, when they just decided to stop styling it
Usual Face Look: doesn't wear any makeup
Usual Clothing: light, breathable robes when out in the field. just wears handed down, beat up clothes when at home
Face and Voice Claim: Currently Undecided
PERSONALITY//
Extroverted
Positive Traits: affectionate, centered, charming, easygoing, empathetic, focused, happy-go-lucky
Negative Traits: disorganized, gullible, impulsive, insecure, withdrawn
Fears: losing her loved ones
Aspirations: growing a family with their wife Y'vdola
Traumas: Huge fear of losing her loved ones due to the death of her girlfriend, Ysayle. this was further deepened when Zenos nearly killed Nehra's wife while he had possession over Nehra's body.
Hobbies: triple triad, botany, entomology
Vices: Anger
Faith: The Twelve
Temperament: Sanguine
Soul Type: The Sage
Tropes: The Chosen One, The Mad Scientist, Believer, Devotee, Emotionally Repressed, Eternal Klutz, Peacemaker, Surprise Genius, Tortured Superhero, Troubled Vet, Unlikely Hero
Character Inspirations: Adora from She-ra and the Princesses of Power, Josephine Montilyet from Dragon Age, Wyll from Baldurs Gate 3
FAVORITES//
Deity: Menphina the Lover
Holiday: Starlight Celebration
Month: 5th Umbral Moon
Weather: A warm, clear spring day
Time of Day: Morning
Places: Old Sharlayan, The Black Shroud
ARR: Accidentally getting wound up in the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Nehra reluctantly joined them in their fight to save Eorzea. They felt like an outsider in the group.
HISTORY//
Pre-ARR: Nehra was born in a small Keeper of the Moon tribe in Southern Ilsabard. They were conscripted into the Imperial army at the age of 8, being used as a trauma healer for soldiers. They had frequent interactions with Zenos and developed an intense fear of him that stuck with them for a long time. When they were 15 they were finally able to escape being a soldier and immigrated into New Gridania, where they made friends with Mujih Mewrilah.
Heavensward: Grew deep, lasting friendships with Tataru and Alphinaud after the Bloody Banquet. Also became overly protective of the two, aggressively berating Estinien out of fear his thirst for revenge would endanger Alphinaud. Fell in love with Ysayle and formed a relationship with her, only to lose her shortly after her sacrifice is Azys Lla.
Stormblood: In the hopes of liberating the Ala Mhigans, Nehra journeyed to Rhalgrs Reach only for the crown prince of Garlemald, Zenos yae Galvus, to personally strike down the rebellion. During his attack, Nehra spots Zenos and freezes in fear. He doesn't recognize her at the time, but he quickly takes advantage of her moment of hesitation and attacks. Just before Zenos landed his final blow on the Warrior of Light, they are shielded by a Miqo'te named Y'vdola who takes the blow for Nehra. Nehra would later visit Y'vdola in the infirmary any time she could and the two fell in love. They then married after the Warrior of Light liberated Ala Mhigo.
Shadowbringers: WIP
Endwalker: WIP
NOTE: Nehra's story follows all of the major events of MSQ as they are the Warrior of Light.
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🎭The 400 False Prohets of Baal
GOD the CREATOR LORD knows his own inspired and anointed verses written in the Holy Bible and rejects the 5000 Satanic Verses and says although the Holy Bible is damaged like that, it's still a guiding light with the Words of God on how to avoid the 5000 false verses that has sent many people to sheol hell-fire.
The Bible teachers, leaders, bishops, the Pope and Rabbis don't know the difference between the words of God and the words of the Devil that they willingly eat up like a goat and spit out as false words in the people's ears and face. God the Creator is good though and stands at the threshold of righteousness to say, the Holy Bible is not pure and to seek him for direction of true words.
The congregations and their ministers say not so and that the Holy Bible is infallible and if there's 5000 Satanic verses, they're just errors and misprint. That response however is just to justify them in their sins and deny that God himself speaks to differentiate between his anointed and inspired words and the corrupted ones.
One of the most memorable False Prophet encounters goes way back in 1 Kings 18 with the 400 false prophets of Jezebel and Baal that was against the 1 prophet of God so named Elijah the prophet.
In the days when the church of true Israel was at Shiloh, there was a wicked woman named Jezebel who paid 400 false prophets to lie to Israel. All 400 ate at her table as to say they were all nasty ass kissers of the wicked queen. It's like that today and worse because the LGBT spirit has taken over the false prophets and made them not just ass kissers but lickers of entrails. They tell the people what they want to hear, not what God says. Then to cover themselves, the pastors throw stones at other ministers as to say, we're not as bad as them.
God wasn't fooled then and not today, but has said, leave the sinking ship of Jesus the corpse and his anointed in python oil Christ. Just walk away in the direction of the light of God the LORD as though you're having an NDE experience.
To further fool the congregations, the 400 put heavy burdens of laws on the congregation that were forgotten by God or didn't exist at all. With them, they hold the people's feet over the fire of damnation and demand offerings, tithes and gifts to not fall in the pit they dug. They use Gods name from the Holy Bible and stand on the pedestal also known as the pulpit to accomplish this feat.
These are the top three forgotten by God laws and part of the 5000 added verses the false prophets use to capture the people.
1. Communion - (also known as the Eucharist to Catholics and Byzantine Orthodox). This is their best bait bread that's called the body of Christ. God says it's a form of cannibalism. (On a note here is that Russia and Ukraine are both Orthodox and Eucharist eaters yet have no mercy and love at all.)
2. Tithes - (10% of all income to the denominational church is mandatory for members). The Christian Church uses this one Old Testament verse in Malachi 3:8 to rob the congregation blind in God's name.
3. Water Baptism - (Is full immersion in water or sprinkling holy water on one's face.) Some churches are really zealous and go to Jerusalem to baptize in the Jordan River. Is that the Jordan of true Israel though? It don't matter really because WATER BAPTISM was replaced by the fire baptism of the Holy Ghost as written in Acts 1 Mathew 3:11 Luke 3:16. "John baptized with water, but you shall be baptized with the Holy Ghost and fire." The water baptism mantra is based on one cut your own throat verse in Acts 2:38 and be like, go down in the water in Jesus name while dry, and come up wet with horns and a tail like the Devil.
Out of all the outdated old laws of true Israel and the 5000 added verses themselves, the denominations of the Christian Church favorite is water baptism that they say is an essential act to show one's commitment to the Christian faith. Although water baptism is just go in the baptismal pool dry and come up wet with tail like the Devil.
Yet they disregard the New Covenant of true salvation that is repentance for the gift of the Holy Ghost to cease from sin immediately. The bishops and pastors don't care nothing about what God has said though. They just want a commitment of support and in some cases make the baptized member sign a contract to pay 10% of income (tithes and offerings) to the church. They swear to hell that this is the way to go.
No wonder John the Baptist called the people vipers while he was baptizing them in the Jordan River. John the Baptist is dead, and Elijah lives to say, the people are still serpents and vipers that go to hell in the baptismal pool. The truth is that water baptism is null and void in the new Covenant of Grace and Truth.
Salvation of the Soul is to repent and cease from sin immediately for the gift of the Holy Ghost. Then believe the Gospel of God the LORD. First, that he himself descended from heaven and walked on water to Galilee. Then God kept the Passover and offered his body as a last burnt sacrifice for the sins of the people.
The New Testament of the Holy Bible would read that way if it wasn't corrupted, damaged, defaced and changed in a span of 2000 years by multiple revisors.
God the Creator LORD never died at all and is the perfect Savior. This one LORD said it himself in Isaiah 43:11, "I am the Lord and beside me there's no other savior." The same LORD who saved the sons of Israel out of Egypt.
Today, the Saints and Christians don't know the God of Israel, Abraham, Elijah, Moses, David and the 12 Apostles. No they don't! Their savior is unknown to the fathers. A savior who has a name that's beneath every name, Jesus the son of the dead. Being dead and alive at the same time like the Walking Dead means Jesus has to die again like Lazarus did. Will Jesus be a corpse forever to walk around the graveyard with holes in his hands like a Zombie? If so, then he has to be stopped by Archangel Gabriel and Abraham Von Helsing.
True Israel had an original Messiah (Savior) God himself, who gave them ancient laws that were written by his finger and made up the Old Testament. This Messiah is the same God of the Apostles who wrote the New Testament. Neither people ever used the term "if it's in the Holy Bible, it's true".
Sure enough the Holy Bible is full of truth, but there's equal lies in there too. No doubt, the Saints have gone astray by the revisions of the Holy Bible and their false prophets sell a Jesus that doesn't even exist. Daniel 7:25
To this day, the curse of Elijah is written hard on the walls of Old Jerusalem against the 400 prophets of Baal and Jezebel until today. Spiritual murderers who are marked with the mark of Cain and are pursued by blood until they repent.
The 400 prophets in this 21st. century are the evangelicals, Catholics, Pentecostals and Apostolics who push Jesus and his anointed in python oil half Christ (Baal).
So, in these last days, you better forget about building a temple that can fall tomorrow. Instead, do what's written in Joel 2:17. Go back to the beginning and give back the people's money. Then throw yourself at the altar of God who sits on the throne of life and repent for your life. But first say sorry to those you have given to the Devil or looked the other way when you could have saved them.
Don't come to the altar without doing that first because the Devil will claim you right there and take your hope and life to the destroyer. If you clear yourself, then God is very merciful and available at this altar that is in all of us.
Confess that you are a sinner and don't tell God that you are a Minister or Pastor or Rabbi, but in great humility set your heart on repentance for your sins with all your heart. Make sure you take off that long religious dress and suit, so you don't resemble the 400 false prophets of Jesus and Christ or the Pontifex and his pedophile priests.
Let us all use these sample words to God: "Lord I have committed spiritual crimes against your name of God the LORD. I don't want to die Lord because my sins would follow me to the other side of the grave where there is no forgiveness or rest. I don't want to go to hell fire God! Please forgive me! I want to be forgiven by your atonement, remission and redemption because you oh God, didn't die, could not die, but only suffered for us in a son of man. Also, you, oh God, don't have nothing to do with death, but life and I want to live!"
If any minister of any religion or any member of the congregation repents like this, they will be following king David who was a sinner that repented to the point of ringing the bells of heaven in Psalms 32. The act of repenting has always been the way of Gods leaders as written in
Joel 2:17.
"Let the priests, the ministers of the LORD, cry between the porch and the altar and let them say, save your people, O LORD. Don't give true Israel and the congregation of Saints and Christians to the gates of death where no one comes back from. That it should be said, where is their God?"
Joel 1:9, 1:13 "Stand up and cry for your transgressions, you Evangelists. Howl for your sins, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in repentance, you ministers of my God. For the meat offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God."
Daniel 9:24 "Seventy weeks are determined upon your people and upon your holy city. To finish the transgression and to make an end of sins. To make reconciliation for iniquity and to bring in everlasting righteousness. To seal up the vision and prophecy and prophecy and anoint the Most Holy.
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Hands of Gods- Throne of Glass Art
[ID: A set of twelve paintings of hands. Each hand is a mix of normal skin, and a glowing, streaked single color reminescent of magic. They appear to be part human, part ethereal, and represent various gods. Some have transluscent tendrils of magic winding around fingers.
1 (dark blue) Neith, Archer Goddess; 2 (orange) Lumas, God of Light, 3 (Red) Farnor, God of War, 4 (blue-green) Tehome, Sea-God, 5 (bronze, three hands) The Three Faced Goddess, 6 (Green) Temis, Goddess of Wild Things, 7 (blue) the Sin-Eater, God of Truth, 8 (gold) Mala, the Fire-Bringer, 9 (silver) Deanna, the Moon Goddess, 10 (violet) Anneith, Goddess of Wise Things, 11 (black) Hellas, God of Death, 12 (lavender) Silba, Goddess of Healing.]
#hand art#my art#hands#watercolor#colored pencil#marker#throne of glass#throne of glass gods#book-inspired#These are in reverse order of how i made them#I drew the first one when leaving for a week without paint#it was agony#i'm too tired to write out all of their inspirations#but i loved making them#big text tw
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Chapter 17: Nightmare Part 8
A couple of guys discuss a conspiracy about a man with a growing soul...but back to Teito and Haruken fighting Bastien. Haruken asks Bastien if it was him who attacked him in the corridor but Bastien says if he did it, Haruken would be dead by now. That was some other guy.
The other guy is Kuroyuri who warns his guard Haruse that he can't use the Warsfeil as they break into the inner jail...only for him to pass out in front of him. Haruse is shocked by the sudden appearance of a meadow as Labrador shows up to explain that since Kuroyuri neglected to get permission, the jail isn't permitting him to enter. It's time for them to retire.
Meanwhile, Teito is getting sucked up by a Kors but manages to steady himself and defeat it, going for Bastien next. Except it's not Teito...it's Mikhail. Mikhail is about to fry Bastien only for Teito to stop him, pointing out that Bastien is important to Frau. Bastien doesn't give nearly as much of a shit and tries to kill Mikhail but Teito manages to break through Mikhail's control to beg him not to make Frau sad. Then Zehel shows up, asking Bastien why he did it. Bastien confesses that he can't understand this whole "forgiving criminals" business; after all, it's not so much about forgiving them but letting get away with the lives they can't give back. Zehel points out that a loveless justice lacks righteousness so Bastien has no right to pass judgement. He may be a fuck-up...but Zehel is his God, so he will forgive him and kill him quickly. Bastien flashes back to when he explained the Three Wishes to Frau when the latter was a child as he dies.
Mikhail comes up behind Zehel, telling him not to sneak away. He asks him why he helped before asking if it's because of what Mikhail is. Zehel says "Yeah, sure" before telling Teito to hurry and wake up, saying he's fine dying as long as it's by him...then we see Frau's face under the hood, shocking Teito.
Later on, Jio gets a posthumous letter from Bastien. He asks for forgiveness and says he buried all the criminals he killed. But he still thinks it was justified because they were unrepentant and stuff and that pissed him off. He was like a sin eater or something so he was absolutely helping them. So there. Anyway, he left a research record of the Wars in his study. The corrosion caused by them can be stalled by Holy Water for a month. Bastien ends the letter by saying that he wanted to be a good Father for Frau.
So Castor and Zehel!Frau confront Kuroyuri, mocking him for not being able to take the Scythe back. Kuroyuri snaps and goes on the warpath, cutting through Castor's dolls and demanding to be taken to Teito. Castor ain't hearing his shit though and tangles him up in threads, demanding to speak with the other side of him, the chapter ending with the reveal of the other side's identity: Ayanami.
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