“None of us know exactly how it’s going to end… that is what makes the present so important.”
Don’t live each day like it’s your last, instead live your life like you decide when you are going to die. Take charge of your life, moment by moment, breath by breath, choose to live & love and be filled with joy, hope and faith.
BE IN LOVE WITH BEING ALIVE
“Seize the moment, to make sure those we love know how we feel about them.”
And what would it look like if you decided to forgive, let go, truly love unconditionally, trust blindly, believe in the greater good. Be kind. Be a good person. Love yourself. Heal yourself and Know yourself.
The dynamic is as old as time. It began with Adam & Eve.
Do not mistake Dominance & Submission for some sexual kink act. You will be sorely disappointed. I am sure many will appease your temptress ways, if you think your kinky desires will sustain you are mistaken. Without understanding and accepting of your true calling as a woman, your relationship will not withstand the storm of life. True submission is to accept who you are, what you were created for, your purpose and where you are going. The when and why and how are the mystery.
I am a woman, created to submit to my God in the universe and my Master, a man on earth. We are equals. I know my role in my life and in his. He gave me his rib upon creation and I let him feed upon my apple. Together we can create life, love and true happiness. As a spiritual divine union.
We have one need. LOVE. That is the only need in life, for to truly Love yourself, you are healthy mind, body, soul and spirit. And if you love yourself, only then can you love another, trusting that he will be there by your side as long as it is Gods will. And once you surrender to God’s will, the unknown of universe, the lack of control, the mystery of the unknown won’t be scary. To live in fear is to dance with the Devil. To give your devoted faith to two, is the most beautiful thing a woman can do and through that beauty, life will be balanced, calm and she will find peace.
I knelt on my hands and knees as She pushed the glass plug inside me and I felt it snap into place. I winced at the pain and shook my bum and groaned for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside.
She took a seat in her chair and wagged Her finger, giving me permission to crawl to Her. I leaned down and kissed the top of each heel and felt the end of Her crop slide up and down my spine.
“Kneel between my legs.”
My eyes were filled with wonder as I knelt before Her and She leaned in close to me. Her lips were so very close to mine. I could smell Her perfume and I think I may have asked Her to kiss me, but if I did, She ignored me.
“Open your mouth.”
Her fingers were long and Her nails were painted a deep shade of purple. She placed Her index and middle fingers on my tongue and slowly began to slide them back and forth.
“I bet you wish this was my rubber cock, don’t you, My slut?”
I nodded and kept sucking. My cock began to throb as I became painfully aware of the plug in my bum.
“You’re such a good little slut. Maybe I’ll give you a treat a little later.”
She made me wear panties. There was no choice. There was no room for refusal or negotiation. She simply took me into Victoria’s Secret after lunch, told the sales lady She needed 12 pair of lace and cotton bikini cut briefs that would fit me, and that I would be wearing one pair home.
Without batting an eye, the sales lady showed Her the table, She selected an appropriate size, told me to go try them on, then came into the dressing room to check the fit and when She was pleased, asked me to take out my pocket knife so that She could remove the sales tag. Then She told me to throw the paper liner away in the trash and to get dressed as She took my boxers and threw them in the trash too. When I came out of the fitting room, the sales lady handed Her the pink and white striped bag, and that was that.
Backed against the wall, she stood in my personal space and looked at me with a hunger in her eyes. She pushed me down to my knees and lifted her dress, draping it over my head. I knelt eye to eye with her panties and she pulled my head close to her body. My lips pressed against the cotton of her panties and I inhaled, savoring the scent of her laundry detergent.
“Pull my panties aside and make me cum.”
Her words echoed in my ears as I did as she asked. My fingers teased her lips and slipped inside her as my lips focused on her clitoris. I felt her fists clench her dress and my head and she stepped forward and pinned my head to the wall. She took over, grinding against my face and soon, she marked me with her release. I was her slut, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. She was my world.
I knew better than to argue, even though I didn’t know what I had done or why her voice was so stern. One minute we were walking through the vacant home and she was pointing out things that needed to be upgraded and the next, she had transformed into a completely different person. I had seen this side of her many times, but usually at home and most always within the confines of either her boudoir or her dungeon.
With my back to the wall, I stood frozen with my hands to my sides. She was eye level with me in her beige pointed 4” heels. Her blonde had cascaded around her shoulders and the scent of her Chanel #5 hung heavy in the air. Her lips were perfect. Painted dark red with crisp lines about the edges. I wanted her to to kiss me, but I knew better than to dream of such things when she was this made up.
In the blink of an eye, she unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans, and now my pants and underwear hobbled me at the knees. Her hand cupped my scrotum and I felt her nails rake lightly and slowly across my soft sensitive skin, causing my flesh to grow taught and my cock come to life.
“Such a little slut, aren’t we?”
I could not find my voice to answer as she repositioned her hand around my shaft which was now, almost fully erect. The stinging slap against my cheek told me she demanded and answer and so I managed the best “Yes, Mistress,” that I could.
She didn’t say anything else, but the glare in her gaze told me not to move. She dropped down on her haunches, squatting before me as her skirt pulled tight against her hips and buttocks and rose slightly. I closed my eyes when I felt her lips encircle my shaft about half way between the base and the head. She didn’t move her lips, but she began to suck and tease me with her tongue. When I felt her hand cup my testicles and slowly roll them back and forth in her palm, I began to moan, warning her that I would not be able to hold back much longer.
She sucked harder as she squeezed and I cried out. She knew how to make me orgasm in under a minute. Today was no exception and I stood there, staring at the wall behind her as I tried to catch my breath. She waited until she had captured the last of my seed on my tongue. Then she stood and pressed her lips to mine. I could smell the sweet scent of semen before I could taste it; and as she pushed my thick, heavy cream into my mouth, our tongues met and she held my face until she was satisfied I had swallowed it all.
She broke the kiss and pulled away. Then looked down at the red ring around my still-hard shaft. She wiped the corners of her mouth and then fished in her purse for her compact and lipstick.
“You best put that thing away,” she said without looking up from checking and fixing her lips. “When you’re dressed, get in the car while I lock up and put the key back in the lockbox. We have two, maybe three, more houses to see before the end of the day.”
I heard the click and I knew. I pulled against the ropes around my wrists and they didn’t budge. I felt the cold lubricant as her rubber cock pressed into me and I tried to relax. This was what I wanted-what I longed for. I wanted to be her slut. Her fuck doll.
“Fuck me.” I gasped when I felt the weight of her body against my back as she drove her cock into me and pressed my head into her pillow. And fuck me, she did. My body still aches and heart still bleeds.
Send me pictures instead, of places you want to visit; Dark alleyways where we can play the role of secret lovers meeting for clandestine relations; Elegant boudoirs where you want to lay back in your finest lingerie and be worshipped and adored by a most attentive lover; Maybe a forest scene, with a waterfall and a tree in which you want to be taken against, or back me up against to do the taking.
Send me the things that awaken your soul. Send me the things that move your spirit. Send me the things that speak to the darkest fantasies too taboo to share with anyone else. But keep your nudes, you live in my mind.
AN: To help clear any confusion in this fic bucky has had all his brainwashing wiped from shuri already and remembers his past. Also the reader only know he was experimented on by hydra, not that he was the winter soldier. Also if you want to be tagged just comment guys :))
“Please! Stop this please! I don’t want to hurt anyone! Why are you doing this to me?“ His screams echoed around the metal walls of the hidden underground Hydra facility. The place felt cold and empty, cries from other prisoners could be heard throughout the entire facility. This place was haunting. You moved closer to the screams, you knew it was him. You opened the rusted metal door in front of you, instantly wishing you hadn’t. There he was, James Barnes, strapped down to a chair with needles sticking into his head as some strange man read a set of words from a little red book that would ultimately trigger the brainwashing they had ingrained into his mind seventy years ago. "Stop it! The man on the bridge, I know him! I know him!” Bucky thrashed around in his seat desperately but it was no use. When the final word was spoken his head fell down limp, his breathing heavy for a few moments before he regained eye contact with the man. It was as if he was a completely different person and that’s because in that moment he was. “Welcome back Winter Soldier, mission report…”.
You woke up with a gasp, the tears flowing heavily down your cheeks caused by the horrific vision. “You alright doll?” The sound of his deep voice startling you, he was the last person you’d expect to wake up to. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in the scene around you. It looked like you were in a bedroom, yet not one that was previously occupied as there was no sign of any personal belongings. You figured you were in a spare room somewhere in the Avengers Facility, but you were finding it difficult to understand why James Barnes was sitting here next to you and how it was even possible.
“How are you here right now? You died in World War Two?” You questioned in disbelief hoping to god that you wouldn’t blackout again at the shock of seeing him. Leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms, he held eye contact with you as he smirked in response.“Well I feel very much alive right now doll so that can’t be true.”
A blush crept up on your cheeks at his words, mentally scolding yourself for being so easily affected by this man. “Where’s Cindy? And Steve? She normally would be freaking out right now so it’s unlike her to leave me alone when I’m like this.”
“You’ve been out for a couple hours doll. Steve only just dragged Cindy out a few minutes before you woke up to get her some coffee. I think they like each other already by the way, shamelessly flirting with each other in front of me. Heck I think I even saw old Steve Rogers blush for the first time since the 40′s.” A chuckled left your mouth at the thought of your best friend making Captain America blush but you don’t blame him, Cindy seemed to attract guys and girls all the time but she’s never been in a serious relationship, something about finding “the one”.
“She explained your powers to me so I’d understand your blackouts but when I asked her why this had anything to do with me she wouldn’t answer. She said that it was better coming from you?” You felt a little guilty dragging the poor guy into this mess, but you didn’t know what else to do. Using practically all the strength you had left after that episode you managed to sit yourself up, leaning against the headboard and letting out a sigh as you found the right words to explain this to him.
“Sometimes with my powers I blackout, have visions of peoples present or past. It’s like I’m placed into the moment, I can walk around and observe everything that’s happening but that’s as far as it goes communication wise. But for the last month they been reoccurring, almost every day. It uses a lot of my energy when it happens and I can’t control it, and since it’s been so frequent it’s harshly effecting my body. I had to try something to stop it, that’s why I’m here…”
James looked at you sympathetically, it was clear to anyone that these episodes were a real problem for you. Your eyes were visibly tired, lips dry and skin an unnatural paler shade. However he was still confused as to what this had to do with him. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, I just don’t understand what I can do to help you.”
Visibly gulping you stared down at your hands, you were dreading telling him you’d been basically dreaming about him because it was incredibly awkward. Your voice was quiet as you shyly explained yourself. “I’ve kind of already met you before this.”
He seemed taken aback by your response, confusion etched onto his face. “I don’t understand.” You moved your attention to a spot on the wall beside you, too nervous to see his reaction to any of this. “I uh…you’re the person I’ve been having visions of.”
However you weren’t expecting a chuckle to sound from him at your revelation, confusion causing you to snap your head around to see him wearing the biggest smirk. “You’ve been dreaming of me?”
Your eyes widened at his accusation, cheeks for the second time today tinged pink from his words.“Wha- no it’s not like that-”
“I’m only teasing doll. What do you see?”
“Sometimes it’s visions of your present, simple things like you waking up in the morning or interacting with Steve or Sam. Other times it’s your past. One time I watched you out dancing with a girl before the war but leaving her side when you saw a much smaller Steve sitting by himself. You cracked a few jokes and made him feel better, and your hair was all gelled back.” A giggle escaped your mouth remembering how different he looked in that vision, all dressed up in clothes from that era.
“I remember that day, we went and brought pop rocks from the milk bar on the way home.” He smiled at the memory and didn’t seem to be freaked out about your visions of his life which you were thankful for. “What did you see when you blacked out today? You were crying when you woke up?”
You frowned at the memory, the sound of his screams still present in the back of your mind. “I saw you being tortured by some man from Hydra, it was horrific. But I’m confused about something, he called you The Winter Soldier?”
James avoided your gaze as he looked down at the floor, the name clearly having an affect on him. “It began during the war, fell off a train and lost my arm from the fall. Hydra captured me, experimented on me, got a metal arm and eventually gave me the super soldier serum. They brainwashed me as well, tortured me until I didn’t question anything and obeyed their every order. They turned me into the ultimate weapon who would kill any target they asked me to, Hydra called me The Winter Soldier. They found a way to preserve my body, keep me alive for years so they could pull me out whenever they needed The Winter Soldier. That’s how I’m still alive now. I was sent to target Nick Fury a few years back and Steve saw that it was me behind the mask. Long story short he rescued me from Hydra, got my mind back into my control and now I live here.”
You didn’t realise it until a tear hit your arm that you were crying again, quickly reaching up to wipe away the tears. “I’m so sorry that happened to you James, no one deserves that.”
He sent you a sad smile and you felt a strange feeling in your stomach at the sight but shrugged it off. “Don’t cry doll I’m fine now. But now we just have to figure out how to help you.” He leaned closer to you making your heart race, a shiver ran through your body at the feeling of his thumb wiping away your tears. God what was this boy doing to you?
Warning: a bit of making out but it still pg up in here.
AN: Hey so i’m so sorry about this dissapearing but as some of you may know it got taken down for copyright but didn’t tell me what for. It was all very stressfull but hopefully everything works out okay now. In future if you want me not to use your gifs or something (idk what it was so i’m just taking a wild guess here guys) please just message my account i will happily take it down.
Also I thought i’d fill you guys in on why i’ve been so unorganised and long when it comes to posting stories. For a while there i was just in writers block, for about 4 months honestly. I wasn’t in a good place mentally but i’ve got help now so that’s all good. Last month I saw Thor Ragnarok and it gave me so much inspiration and i was so excited to write it all down and I did, but only for a little while and left it unfinished. Three weeks ago I graduated highschool and only got my OP (our overall score for year 11 and 12 which determines if we even have a chance of getting into our uni course or not. I’m from brisbane, australia it all so very different and confusing) two days ago so i’ve been very stressed out from that one. I was out partying for a week and since i’ve been doing nothing but staying home watching gilmore girls and going to work. I saw the last jedi the other night and I don’t know what it was but i was heavily inspired to write and i’ve missed it so much. So for now i’m back and i’m glad that I am. I also assume 99% of people didn’t read this and that’s okay I don’t read them either we all cbf
You were sitting alone around a lowly lit fire along the edge of the island. The night air was peaceful, only the quiet sounds of the native wildlife filled the air, leaving you to ponder on your thoughts as you gazed up into the starry night sky. Before you were dragged into this new world you’d lay down outside every night and stare up at the stars, imagining a better life, one where your parents would return to you. But now as you stared up at the night sky all you could think about was Ben Solo and how he turned into the man he is today. What happened to him? Who or what pushed him so far that he turned to the dark side? What turned him into somebody so cruel that they would murder their own father?
Then you felt it, the boys presence. And you were right as he sat across from you, the light from the flames flickering against his sorrowful face.
“Hi.” Your voice came out quieter than expected, showing your true emotions to Kylo.
“Y/N.” The way he looked at you, with such an intense longing to be closer to you. His intense gaze, it stirred something inside you.
“I…how are you?”
“Why?”
“Because believe it or not I care.”
Silence. Neither of you knew what to say. Something had clearly changed since the last time you connected.
“Kylo if…if the First Order, The Resistance, the Jedi and the Sith, this whole war. If none of that existed…would you…could we have been- how do I word this.”
“Y/N please don’t make this harder than it already is.”
“But it doesn’t have to be. You could hold me, love me, be with me if you just- why can’t you stay with me?”
“I can’t. I’m only darkness, why can’t you see that! If you’d just join me-”
“I will never turn to the dark side. I’m so sorry, but I can’t be with you like that.”
“Then this is never going to work.”
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish i could see you in person, I wish I could touch you and-” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you choked on your sobs, sending tears streaming down your face. “The closer i get to you, the more it hurts. I’m in agony Kylo. Knowing that we can never be together, that I will never wake up to find you sleeping there next to me-”
“I can’t be with you Y/N. if you just join me-”
“I cannot follow you down that path. Kylo…you’re breaking my heart.”
He watched as more tears dripped down your cheeks, not being able to take seeing you like this anymore. He slowly reached his hand out towards you and you gladly placed your palm onto his. His touch ignited something inside of you, a spark more intense than the first time your skin touched one another’s . Something had changed within him, you could sense it. The way he was looking at you, with want, need and desperation.
“To hell with it all.“ At those words he closed the distance between you both, his palms grabbing either side of your face and smashing his lips against your own. You were surely startled but quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. A heavy blush coated your cheeks as the kiss became more intense, Kylo picking you up easily and situating your body onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his body like the position was second nature to you. His lips left your own for a moment as he trailed kisses down your neck making butterflies swarm in your tummy at the feeling.
“Kylo…we should stop this…we’re only hurting ourselves more by doing this.” His mouth left your own to answer you. “You’re right, i’m sorry.”
There was silence as you both stared into each others eyes, knowing you should detach from each other but wanting the exact opposite. You let out a sigh as you leant forward to rest your forehead against Kylos as his arms snaked around your waist. “I never want to let go.”
“Then don’t. Stay with me, please.”
“I’m sorry.” Another tear slipped down your cheek as you said those words and the boy once again faded away. Seeing the hurt expression he wore killed you, but you could never give him what he wanted. You would never turn, not even for him. Not even for love.
To anyone who may be reading Til it happens to you on ao3, I’m working on copying chapter two to my computer, that of which functions even worse than me, and it’s a very hard story to tell, because some things I experienced are explored in it. I’m not discontinuing the story, but it’s going to take a long time between chapters being posted.
—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.
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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that’s what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn’t they had left town before this? Why couldn’t they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer – forcing them into sticking at this school.
His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well – as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. ‘Why couldn’t it had been me in there?’ A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean’s fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.
And it’s another new incarnation of Ryan. It’s not involved with “you”— it’s a story with multiple OCs. And while I wanted it to be a one-shot, it has to be broken into chapters, and readers will see why! I’ll post part 1 today. I’m excited about this one.
Hey everyone. I’m sorry I have been away for so long. Truth be told, I haven’t been doing well mentally for a long while and it was just getting worse. While writing on here was an escape for me for a while, some people had started being very mean in my DMs when I didn’t immediately write their stories, so I decided to step away until I was better. Finally feeling more like myself again, so I’m back and going to try and get back to writing consistently. Working on and writing several ML salt prompts and fic ideas right now and hope to have a few posted as early as tonight. Thanks to everyone that has been so patient waiting for their prompts, that means the world to me! If you sent me a request and it hasn’t been written yet, rest assured I will get to it as soon as I can. Got quite the backlog to work through, but I will get them done! Glad to be back and hope y’all like what I post!
He’s going to be back any minute… and when he does come back I’ll go right under again… Its like just seeing him changes everything.
I really should be going…
But, you know he’s right… watching this porn really is instructive. My… br-… br-… nope, still can’t say it. My tits are almost as big as hers now. I’m sure they’ll get there in the next surgery. But… there won’t be a next surgery will there? I mean…
I really should be going…
But then, I would disappoint him… and oh how I hate to disappoint him! He just looks at me with that look… and I shrink into a tiny ball… I just want to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness… I hate disappointing him. Huh, I suppose he put that in my head. It would make sense. Its so hot how easily he puts things in my head. I’ve always loved that… haven’t I? Wait….
I really should be going…
Yes… that’s what I’ll do… I’ll get up now and go. But first, I’ll finish watching this porn like he told me to. I wouldn’t want to disappoint him. Then, I’ll kneel by the door with my mouth open and wait for him to come in… like I love to do when he comes home… then I’ll… well, I’ll do whatever he tells me to… and then…
It was a quiet day for Gabriel surprisingly. He had no issues to deal with nor any heaven business to fix. For the first time in a long time he had free time which was bizarre but not unwelcomed. The Archangel honestly had no clue on how to spend his free time. Sam and Dean where on a hunt and Castiel had heavenly business that day, Bobby wouldn’t want to talk to him considering how the older man didn’t like having a lot of people over and he was constantly busy with hunting business and Crowley…..Crowley was out of the question. Why the two didn’t exactly fight the two rulers didn’t exactly get along either. Gabriel sighed putting his head on his kitchen table, completely coming up blank before he suddenly remembered one person that he hadn’t spoken to in quite awhile. One person who was practically family to him and one of his closest friends.
Olidia Valree.
He’d completely forgotten about her due to how busy he’d been ruling heaven. Gabriel quickly snapped his head back up, a sudden buzz filling his body. He could hang out with Olidia today! Mind made up the trickster was already getting up from his seat to head towards his friend’s home. Gathering his jacket, Gabriel flew off towards the young woman’s home.
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Gabriel landed on the beach cove near the hill, the sounds of water and wildlife hitting his eardrums. It was a sunny day with the sun shining and the breeze blowing gently through his hair and wings. Gabriel took a deep breath in, a small nostalgic smile gracing his face. He’d forgotten how nice the beach cove was and couldn’t help but feel a slight sadness fill him. Deciding not to dwell on it he turned towards the hill that lead up towards the beautiful home that once belonged to his brother Balthazar before he disappeared leaving Olidia alone in it. Taking another breath he began his trek up towards the home. It only took a few minutes to finally get up the hill, each step bringing him closer towards Olidia and with it his excitement. It was only when he was at the front door ready to knock that he paused.
‘What if she doesn’t want to see me?’
The thought sprung up, making Gabriel’s breath hitch. He hadn’t thought of that, that Olidia might not even want to speak to him for being gone for so long.
'What if she’s angry with me? I basically ditched her for my duties to heaven, despite being her best friend.’
Gabriel started to lower his hand, a part of him feeling stupid for thinking such things. This was Olidia, the woman who helped heal his wounds both physically and emotionally, the woman who always welcomed him with open arms and a bright motherly smile. However the insecurities kept coming, slowly but surely making him more and more anxious and more afraid to confront her. How could he confront her when he had basically forgotten her and possibly ruined one of the only friendships he’d ever truly cherished?
'I should just leave, I don’t deserve to just drop by and take up her time much less ask for it. For father’s sake I’m such an awful friend, I should go before I mess up even more.’
Gabriel’s thoughts started to scream at him however he didn’t get a chance to go through with them when the sound of the front door opening made him stiffen. Slowly looking towards the door his golden gaze met the familiar and suprised brown eyed gaze of none other than Olidia.
“Gabe….?”
A soft voice asked sounding unsure but excited. Gabriel quickly swallowed and offered a sheepish smile and awkward wave.
“Hey Oli….long time no seeOOF-”
Gabriel barely managed to get his greeting out before he’d been tackled by the smaller woman. Olidia was practically suffocating him with the tight hug she had on him.
“Oh my God Gabe I missed you! How have you been???”
She chirped happily nuzzling his chest. Gabriel stared a bit before he hugged her back tightly burying his face into her curly auburn hair.
“I missed you too Oli. I’ve been good….I uh….”
He started to say earning Olidia’s attention, her expression holding confusion and sudden worry.
“Gabe…..? Are you okay…?”
She asked tentatively. Gabriel felt his heart ease at the concern she displayed.
“Yeah I just wanted to know if maybe you….wanted to spend the day with me….? I know it’s sudden but I had free time and well….but if you don’t want to then it’s fine too.”
Gabriel finished awkwardly, slightly tense as he waited for the hunter’s response. Olidia looked at him stunned before a bright, beautiful smile lit up her face.
“Are you kidding?!?! I’d love too! Come on in you dork! We’ve got a lot of catching up to do!”
Olidia chirped pulling herself out of the embrace and leading him inside, her hand holding his and giving it a loving squeeze. Gabriel finally felt himself relax, his hand squeezing hers back. The trickster felt relieved, the earlier insecurities gone like the wind. Of course Olidia would want to see him, no matter how much time may pass she’d always be there for him even when she didn’t realize it. Following her inside Gabriel let out a small smile as he listened to Olidia chatter away just like she always did, the two falling back into place just as they always had from the moment they started their friendship. The friendship that always held strong, the friendship between the Archangel and his Hunter.
*I honestly kinda missed Olidia and Gabriel interactions. Their friendship and relationship was one of my favorites among my muses. The Gabriel in this is kinda based off an old rping partner I used to rp with a lot called @gabe-is-no-longer-back-baby. Even though they’re not active they still have wonderful threads and stories that I encourage y'all to read! You won’t regret it! Anyways I hope y'all enjoyed!*
Title: The Queen’s Lady [Also Work in Progress, not sure if I like it]
Genre: Historical Fiction, New Adult, and a What if About history
Progress: First draft, of several
Goal: 25,000 words
Synopsis: Welcome to the Court of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon. And then Anne Boleyn. But I’m sure you’ve heard that story. What if it had happened differently? What if King Henry only had three wives instead of six? Enter Elizabeth Howard, daughter of Thomas Howard, third duke of Norfolk, cousin to Anne Boleyn, the King’s second wife and, possibly, his third and final wife. Here, rumor and scandal are around every corner, even for royalty. Those once loyal to Elizabeth can turn traitor at any moment Will she be able to survive the life of a Queen of England? Or will the same disaster that brought her cousin’s downfall also be her own?
Audience: Fans of Assassin’s Creed and history twisting movies and books.
Share a meme or vine/tiktok compliation about your OCs or your WIP. Have as much fun as you like!
Is it still Sunday where I live? Yes. But meme Monday came early!
These are for my new WIP The Queen’s Lady (that will possibly change) a what-if about history turned into a novel about Henry VIII only having three wives instead of Six. My main protag is named Elizabeth for now, but that may change in the coming future. Ask to be added to tag list!
{Memes under Cut}
{Writing is: Elizabeth realizing wanting her stepdaughters at court is now a crime??}
{Last writing is: Elizabeth going to Wales to be with her stepdaughters and son}
{Context: Henry VIII talking about Anne Boleyn and Catherine of Aragon}
{Just Elizabeth in the middle to last act of the book}
