Oct 11, 2015
Wow, your Emerald Skies series is amazing! Ok, all your photos are gorgeous, but the ones with the Northern Lights...just beautiful. <3 <3 <3
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it :)
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Wow, your Emerald Skies series is amazing! Ok, all your photos are gorgeous, but the ones with the Northern Lights...just beautiful. <3 <3 <3
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it :)
I just read Petrichor and it was so wonderful! It made me cry but in a good way. I loved it and it was very well written. Keep up the good work!
oh my thank you so much? <3 *hands you a tissue* I’m very happy you liked it!
Yep, I just creepered you! Hahaha! I'm not even sure how I found it. Oh well, I love it when people dig up my older fics and maybe some new people will discover it since I reblogged it. Anyway, great story!
Aww thank you so much ladywyldfire haha I certainly appreciate it. So sorry for the uber late reply as I’ve been swamped with work but thank you! And oh yes, I know what you mean! Always a pleasant surprise <3 Thank you so much again for being so kind and sweet <3
Uilwen [first part]
Come To Me [second part]
Very Bad By me Fan fic
ladyoftheteaandblood.
Coriorlanus
One Shot.
Romantic fluff with some sexual refrance.
There is nothing better in life than combining the things you love, so when I got the offer from a mate asking me if I’d like to work at the Donmar during the Coriolanus run because half the staff had gone down with flu, I jumped at the chance. I would be a very junior runner but HELL, the Donmar, Shakespeare, and of course Tom Hiddleston, who wouldn’t? I didn’t expect to get near or even talk to the guy just a bit of staring from a distance would make my day.
The first few days I did everything I could to be helpful, make tea in large amounts, lemon and honey drinks as the cast had the dreaded lurgy too and run trips to the chemist for every flu and cold remedy known to man. I cleared up fake blood from corridors and clothes and washed up. The list went on and on. Still it was amazing listening to the cast and crew tell stories of productions past and getting the odd glimpse of Tom.
On the 4th day I got a call from the stage manager would I go to “HIS” dressing room as he had a request. Bloody Hell! It wasn’t just my legs that shook as I tapped on the door and waited for a reply, hoping I could hear the answer over my thumping heart.
“Come on in” said a not so familiar voice.
And in I tip toed, Oh it was still him, sitting on his sofa looking tired, red eye and full of cold. I hoped he’d stay sitting down, it felt a little better me being taller. Nope he stood up, all 6foot 2 inches and gave me a watery version of his boyish grin.
“Would you mind getting these for me?”
He then apologised for being rude.
“Sorry let’s start again, What’s your name?”
And in a voice I didn’t recognise, several octaves higher than my own answered
“Conny”
“Well Conny, I’m Tom” like I didn’t know!
“Would you mind getting these for me please” and he handed me a now familiar list of lemons and other cold stuff.
The same squeaky voice answered sure and I shot out the door before he had the chance to give me the money to pay for them.
When I returned with the goods I’d manned up, well that’s what I’d told myself. I tapped on the dressing room door with more vigour.
“Come on in “
I managed a pretty good smile with a casual got your stuff Tom, then ran. Only to be called back by the man himself now grinning at my very red face,so he could give me the money to pay for it.
“I need to pay for these and thank you “
“Sure ” I squeaked, and that I thought would be my only contact with the star of the show.
As the start of the show got nearer, it became very obvious that the back stage bunnies had been dropping like flies and we were very short of helping hands. The girl who did the makeup had done all the main work and left. I was taken aside by the stressed out stage manager and asked in a kind of jokey way, if I would mind splattering Tom with blood as he rushed passed to get back on to the stage in 1min 30 seconds having killed lots of Volscies and opened those gates. SHIT! Yes of course I would, I heard myself in that stupid high voice. FUCK IT AND OH HELP.
So at 7.50 I was standing in the corridor of the theatre with a fake blood in squeezy bottles waiting for Caius Martius when I would cover his gorgeous, super fit, body in blood. I thought I’d shook earlier now I could barely stand up and I had a strange lack of breath. Here he was in front of me
“GO”
I nearly did just that but instead I splashed, splattered and squeezed blood all over his head, neck, torso and, not forgetting to get some on those long slender hands. Not once looking at his face to avoid those bloody awesome sexy eyes and lips as the blood trickled down them. |How did anyone resist them? He then dashed off back on stage.
That was it my job done for the day Thank God.
The following day I again got called to THE dressing room.
Oh shit! I must have cocked up last night. It took me a full 60 seconds standing outside the door before I had the courage to knock timidly at it in the hopes he would not hear.
“Come on in “
I didn’t even talk this time I just stood feeling like a kid in the Head Masters office waiting for the cane, I was having bad thoughts about that, FUCK.
“I wanted to thank you for last night” No cane then, shame.
“To ask you to do the same thing for the rest of the run” did he know what I was just thinking? Coz those bloody eyes were twinkling and he was grinning as only he could?
“Sure”
He came over and gave me a big Hiddles hug- man he smelt good- before thanking me again and allowing me with my now jelly legs to flee the scene.
7.50pm there I was again, throwing blood over Hiddleston and trying really hard not to look at it splashed down his jaw line, his neck and those muscle arms. We didn’t speak and I didn’t dare look more than I had to. Once I had covered him in red and managed to cover myself as well, off he shot to carry on the play.
I went Home feeling somewhat frustrated and bothered, trying really, really hard not to think of that blood flowing down that neck and torso...Shit the neck!
2 weeks later I’m still at it, throwing blood at Tom and making tea for all the crew who now called me Blood and Tea girl.
Blood and Tea girl please go to Tom’s dressing room. What had he come up with now to torture me? I still hadn’t said more than 2 words to him.
Again I stood outside the door where thoughts returned of Head Masters and canes. Another Timid knock,
“Come on in”
“Hello Conny” and giving me another Hiddles Hug, which I am now sure he uses to disarm women before he asks them to do stuff. He stood back and gave me the big grin. He really did smell way to good to be a normal mortal.
“Would you mind helping with something else as well as the blood”
“Sure” At this point he probably thought that was all I could say.
“I need you to go the other side of the stage and help Marc and me, get me in and out of that stupid gown, its taking too long at the moment”
“Sure” I said and bolted very, very quickly.WTF had I agree too.
7.50pm I was shaking like a leaf as I did my now brilliant job of covering tom in Red goo and Tom did his of looking so fucking Hot as it slid down his firm, strong body. A few minutes later I was the other side of the stage feeling even more scared, nervous and sick than before but somehow strangely excited. In they rushed, the gown already waiting for them Marc started to help Tom remove clothes
“Come on help”
Shit where did I start.
T Shirt off, FUCK Shoes off, OH FUCK, Trousers off and there he stood in just a dick onsie to cover his modesty. OH MY GOD. Now I need no bloody imagination when I got home, it was all in front of me.
I grabbed the gown and got it on him, my hands accidently brushing against Face, Neck arms and even very firm smooth Buttocks. Covering him up with that stupid see threw gown, before I did something Id regret. How could one man have such an effect?
I had only a few minutes to calm down before I had to reverse the whole process, getting him back in to those oh so tight jeans and body hugging T shirt. Hands yet again brushing against him all the way down, buttons done up shoes sorted.
Boy I needed air.
If I had been frustrated before on getting home, well this was a whole new level of pain I needed a way to calm down.
It was the stressed stage manager that told me the next day that Tom liked the new arrangement and it would carry on for the rest of the run.
For the rest of the plays run I was on Auto pilot the only way to survive. Throwing blood at his gorgeous body and seeing it drip down him, going round to the other side of the stage to pull the gorgeous fucking sods clothes off. These included the wet from shower tight jeans which on some night refused to be removed without extra help and tugging. I never talked to him and I tried so hard not to catch those blue eyes, or look to long at places I should not be. Honest!
Going home in a whole load of pent up emotion each night with only some toy with batteries to relieve it. Knowing that tomorrow would bring more of the same sweet torture.
On the last week of the plays run I got the sodding cold but even though the Blood and Tea girl was a bit slower she didn’t give up. The last day dawned and I went in to face my personal hell one last time. Knowing that after that night it would all end, and the new pain would start of not having it, or him
The cast and crew were buzzing, a few jokes were played and many
“We must keep in touches” were spoken. Me, I did as I had all run stayed out the way and at the correct times Sloshed blood on the man and took his clothes off and on. Maybe making sure this time to brush up against that smooth, warm, beautiful smelling skin as much as I could without him realising it. It was my last chance.
I was all set to go home feeling totally rung out when the not so stress stage manager caught me.
“Conny, coming to the after show party?” I did try to say no. I gave excuses of the best kind, of colds and needing sleep. This did not work, she simply put me in Tom dressing room where I noticed his stuff was packed up. She told me he would not be in for an hour as the interval was over,
“So get some sleep on the sofa and we’ll see you there.”
Just for a second I thought, I’ll just sit here where he had for a second.
Oh Shit! The next thing I knew I was waking up and I could hear someone in the shower as I went to move to run for it, they got out. I faked sleep seemed a good idea.
The person walked across the room and sat on the arm of the sofa. Then ever so gently he and it was him I knew that blissful, smell anywhere, moved me so that he could lay behind me with his arm round my waist. There was no mistake who it was, as there was no mistake about the pressure in the small of my back and what was making it.
I had imagined this moment for the whole fucking run and my reaction to it. Now it had happened I was so fucking angry. All this time he’d not said sod all and he just expected this with no words! So with as much dignity as I could muster I wiggled round to face him.
And the moment I looked into those blue eyes I was doomed.
“Hello Conny, feeling better?”
Before I could answer that he put his lips to mine and gently kissed me gradually making it fuller and fuller. His arms completely circled me and I found myself under him looking up at that beautiful, happily smiling, handsome face. He had only a towel round his middle, which to be quite frank was now having trouble staying there, it seemed a shame not to help it....
30 mins later, both of us totally naked and grinning, he laughed out loud in the classic Eheheheh.
“Well at least this time I got to undress you”
Dear prettyblackbitchchronicles just to prove how bad it was, and yes I carried on to write more terrible fan fiction but I feel (Im dyslexic ) it has help improve my writing and annoyed a whole stack of people. What more could a girl want J
was tagged by jdmookami
1 Why did you choose your URL Its a swap round of my first one Bloodandteagirl that came from an idea for a story. Which i have posted
2 Middle Name ? Never give my true name on here allows me to play
3If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet who would it be? Dragon one of the game of Thrones would be nice but Id settle for Toothless.
4Fav colour? depends on my mood, I love colour and today it would be a very sunny yellow.
5Fav Song? As with colour depends on mood at the moment it “Take me to the church” by the Hoosiers
6Top Three Fan OMS TOM HIDDLESTON mainly and then Doctor Who Sherlock
7 What do you like about Tumblr? The chance to be me and not hide, to talk about anything from porn, Tom to fluffy bunnies as the mood takes you AND YOU LOT all my followers and all those I follow who have brilliant senses of Humour and the ability to lift me back up on really shit days.
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ladywyldfire said: The Lost Hero (read the series except the newest one) and The Lord of the Rings (read so many times I have lost count). You read any Harry Dresden? Or Game of Thrones?
Man I have read Lord of the Rings so many times! Im rereading those. Haven't read any Dresden and Game of Thrones is on my to do list. Its in a box somewhere. Don't wanna touch that until I get this pile down a bit.