#( i had to ask about her fear of darkness-- it was either a starter or an ask-- )

[neyafromfrance95]

i feel like when we talk about sauron x galadriel we often focus on either the dynamic itself or sauron's pov, and we need to talk about galadriel's pov more bc it's really fascinating and complex.

for starters, galadriel loves halbrand. it's been confirmed by the creators and by her reaction to him in 2.08. and it was simply obvious from everything leading up to that point. he is her one true love. the only being with from she established a true connection. a comrade with whom she found companionship. she found herself in a soulmate hurt/comfort au when she was with him. and it seems like, no matter how she feels about sauron, she will always love halbrand. what an epitome of tragedy it is to eternally love a man who never existed?

sauron implied that he wanted to heal her when he said that if he wanted forgiveness, he would need to heal everything he helped to ruin, and he took accountability for galadriel's trauma when he apologized for finrod and everything. and i think one of the reasons halbrand had such an effect on galadriel is that his presence really was healing for her. for the first time since finrod, she wasn't alone. she felt understood and believed. he made her open up to him. she could be vulnerable with him. i find it interesting that she mockingly asks him "do you want to heal me", as if making a point that he can't heal her so that she can pretend like he didn't at some point. it adds another layer to her shame too, bc as much as she believes he can't heal the middle-earth, he was able to heal her when he "created" halbrand for her.

she has spent a lifetime harboring a deep hatred of sauron. her main goal in the life being to take revenge on him for her brother. for her, he is a sworn enemy that she's destined to slay. her hatred and ambition to kill him so all consuming and intense that she turned her back on heaven for him and basically willed him back into life.

galadriel is sauron's mirror. she has gazed into the abyss for so long that the abyss gazed back into her. her fight against him has became an intrinsic part of her identity, and we see how now sauron binds her to himself several times, either by guilt or by stabbing her with morgoth's crown, so we can say he has become an intrinsic part of her very being. always there just above her heart.

i think that sauron believes when he says that he would make her his equal queen, i believe that this is what he wants deep down (she is a natural leader, he is a natural follower). but would that actually happen? i don't believe that galadriel would ever willingly join him in mordor not only bc of the light her gaze is fixed on and bc of finrod, but also bc her pride and fear wouldn't allow it. what sauron offers galadriel is basically what jareth offers sarah (labyrinth) - "just fear me, love me. do as i say and i will be your slave." sauron wants galadriel to tame him, in a way, but she wouldn't be able to torture him into submission like morgoth did, as she could never match his strength, even as a dark!witch-queen, and she knows that. unless he repents and joins her in valinor, as a couple, sauron will always dominate galadriel in their dynamic.

trop recontextualizes what we know about galadriel's future. nenya is a symbol of her relationship with sauron and it causes her an extreme sea-longing, and the sea is another thing associated with her bond with sauron. even tho she has family and friends, she feels alone and her heart has greatly desired what sauron's proposal tempted her with for 3000-5000 years! she didn't go to valinor when celebrian did, didn't stay in the middle-earth while celeborn did, she only left the middle-earth for valinor when sauron was gone! and she took nenya with her! with trop context, it doesn't only signify her holding onto power/fight, it signifies her holding onto the only one thing that materialized as a symbol of her connection with sauron/halbrand! so while she passes the test and resists the one ring, i believe she will always yearn for both power and halbrand.

the dichotomy between her love for halbrand and her hatred for sauron is such an interesting concept, as is the dichotomy of her opposing the darkness of the dark lord as the lady of the light while being the perfect mirror of sauron, completely understood only by him, being the only one he is capable of loving, cosmically bound to him by the sea and the blood.

[crowley-fe11]

Sweet little vampire!Crowley RP

You, Crowley, are connected to A roleplayer Your partner doesn't mind all ages or 18+ roleplay

Your common tags are ineffable husbands

Crowley:  [vampire!Crowley, any!Aziraphale, can be Ineffable Husbands or Wives, est/unest, just let me know what you prefer! Aziraphale doesn't know about Crowley's condition just yet] [3:00am] Are you awake, angel? C

Your starter has been read

A roleplayer: [Human! Aziraphale, husbands, and hm let’s go est!] Yes, I’m still awake, dear. Is everything alright? A

Crowley: Everything's fine. Just stuff on my mind. C Hopefully I didn't wake you. C

A roleplayer: What sort of stuff? A You didn’t! I’m up reading a book. I couldn’t get to sleep myself either. A

Crowley: Oh, you'd call me mad, I'm sure of it. C What are you reading? C

A roleplayer: I highly doubt that, dear. Tell me? A It’s a lovely romance book I was recommended by Nina. A

Crowley: Soon, angel. C What sort of romance is it? C

A roleplayer: Alright.. A It’s about faeries and supernatural beings, it’s very interesting. The main couple had a lot of strange tension in the first story, they only get together at the end of the second book! A

Crowley: Hm, never expected you to read those sorts of stories. C How are you liking it so far? C

A roleplayer: Why not? I’ll read most genres. A I’m really liking it. I find the character that the main character is falling in love with very interesting. A

Crowley: Well, you've consistently seemed drawn to the classics. Then again, you have a point. C What's so interesting about the love interest, then? C

A roleplayer: That is true. The classics do tend to draw me in more. But this has.. I don’t know. A certain charm that’s really got me hooked. A He’s this tall, dark, broody sort of character. He’s dangerous, and everyone knows that. Including the protagonist. And yet.. he’s very gentle with her. Very kind, even if he’s sarcastic. He obviously cares more than he likes to let on. He has a very interesting backstory too. He’d kill for any one in his close circle. A

Crowley: Hm, is it conceited to say I can see why he's piqued your interest? C

A roleplayer: Haha, no it’s not. I’ve sort of been picturing him as you. A

Crowley: So.. if there were an element of danger about me, that wouldn't put you off? C

A roleplayer: I don’t think anything could put me off from you. A

Crowley: Not even if supernatural beings were actually a thing? C

A roleplayer: […] No, I don’t think so. A

Crowley: And if I were one, that wouldn't scare you? C

A roleplayer: I suppose that could depend on what you were, haha. Why are you asking? A

Crowley: Just curious. C What if I were something spooky? C

A roleplayer: You’re not very spooky to me. A I don’t think it’d change anything for me, to be quite honest. I’m already so in love with you, dear. A

Crowley: I love you too, y'know. C So, if I were something like a vampire? C

A roleplayer: I know. :) A Hm. Vampires are… interesting. A I’d have a hard time believing those things truly exist. But if you were, that’d be okay. A

Crowley: What is it about them for you? C

A roleplayer: There’s something very.. I don’t know. A The idea of vampires have always drawn me in, I suppose. A

Crowley: Well, I guess with various portrayals in media, they've been glamourised. C So it makes sense. C

A roleplayer: Well yes, they have been glamorized quite a bit. A What with stories like ‘Twilight’, ha. A But I fear I may just be more attracted to the ‘darker’ things. Vampires do seem quite spooky. And yet.. The things the vampires must have seen, living for so long, what travelling or learning they’ve done. Are they sincerely only interested in blood? Or do they have other passions? A Not to mention all the main stereotypes like garlic and stakes and coffins. A

Crowley: [...] I'm sure there are some tall tales here and there. And realistically, anyone who's only interested in blood after centuries and centuries would be terribly boring. C

A roleplayer: I’m sure there are. And that would be very true. A I do think that most myths must have had some basis for them, at least the very, very old ones. I wouldn’t say it’s impossible for things like vampires to exist. But not very probable. A

Crowley: [...] What if I told you it's incredibly probable? C

A roleplayer: I would like some proof then, ha. A

Crowley: I can do that. Would you be up for me coming over? C

A roleplayer: [..] Sure. Always. :) A

Crowley: I'll be there in just a bit then. C

A roleplayer: Sounds good. I’m in my room, reading still. But I’ll go unlock the door. A

Crowley: As long as I'm welcome, I'll let myself in. C

A roleplayer: Of course you are. A

Crowley: Then I'll see you soon, angel. C

A roleplayer: See you soon, my love. A

Crowley: It wasn't long after that Crowley pulled up to the pavement at Aziraphale's place and climbed out of the jet-black Bentley. In all his time, he'd seldom let himself get close to anyone. Knowing it was safer for everyone involved if he kept to himself, took care of his needs without drawing attention, and moving on. Keeping himself untethered as time went on and faces came and went. However, all that changed when he'd first crossed paths with Aziraphale. And with how things had blossomed between them, he deserved to know the truth. Especially with the reality of how time moved with him. Crowley drew in a breath as he let himself in, certain if he still had a beating heart, that it would be hammering away within his chest as he made his way inside. He soon arrived at Aziraphale's bedroom door, and gave a couple gentle knocks on the door before slowly pushing it open. "Hey there, angel," he greeted with a small smile on his lips, finding even the sight of the man all cozy in bed was enough to soften the nerves he felt, the anticipation of what the other would do with the proof he had to offer.

A roleplayer: To say Aziraphale was intrigued by whatever Crowley had to say or show him as proof of vampires existing, supposedly that he was one as he had asked, well that was saying the least. He thought it may have just been some joke, but Crowley asking to come over.. Well that had pulled his attention away from the book he was reading. He could barely focus enough to finish up the chapter he was on, to have a good stopping point for the night. He’d loved Crowley practically since the moment they met. He was very dark and possibly scary looking to others, but so very kind and loving with him. He only got to love him more and more as he got to know him. He couldn’t help but think that even if Crowley was a vampire, well.. it wouldn’t change much, would it? They would still be exactly as they are, right? He sat up a bit more once he heard Crowley’s voice, smiling warmly at him. His face was flushed and he patted the spot next to him on the bed immediately. “Hello, dear,” he murmured, cocking his head to the side.

Crowley: Crowley smiled a bit wider as he saw the blush in Aziraphale's cheeks, how eagerly he invited him in. He took that invitation, the warmth in the other man's expression enough to put his worries at ease, and he sauntered over to the side of the bed and laid down next to his love. He had to wonder if Aziraphale ever had his suspicions after all this time, though the other didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and once he was closer, no major upticks in his heart rate that he could detect. "So," he began as he lay on his side facing the other man. "You mentioned you wanted proof. What would you like to see first?" he asked curiously as he offered the other a playful grin. He had been one to play harmless pranks every once in again, so there was every chance Aziraphale suspected him of those antics. Even though much of what he had to offer would be concrete.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale grinned fondly at him as Crowley climbed into the bed with him, facing him. He looked him over, curious, searching. For what though, he couldn’t be quite sure. He didn’t know what of vampire lore would be real or not. Sure, Crowley was very pale, and cold. But then again, lots of people, especially if skinny like Crowley were pretty cold most of the time. So that could be written off pretty easily. He gave a soft hum in consideration at his question. The playful grin on Crowley’s face did nothing to help his suspicions that this was all some sort of prank. But he’d treat it as serious for now. Why not indulge him? It was fun, if nothing else, he supposed. He turned more towards him, biting the inside of his cheek. “Hm.. do you have fangs?” He asked with a small laugh.

Crowley: "Going right for the money!" Crowley teased with a grin as let out a chuckle. Figures, Aziraphale would go for the thing that would be unmistakable. After all, so many imitations of fangs were easily spotted as fake, so it made sense that the other wanted to make absolutely certain that this wasn't some elaborate joke. He carefully retracted his fangs, his clearly pointed as he still smiled back at Aziraphale. You can touch them if you'd like, but just be careful," he gently warned. "They're sharp, and I do have venom. Not a deadly kind, per se, but it does have an affect on people..."

A roleplayer: Aziraphale laughed softly, giving a small shrug at that. Of course it would be the first thing, probably the most concrete evidence he could see. So he watched Crowley’s smile and his eyes widened as he watched his fangs retract, his breath hitching in his throat. That had to be real. There was no way that was- He caught his breath again and reached over to touch them, very carefully grazing the pad of his finger over the sharp end of them. He pulled back, giving him a curious look. “An effect on people?” He repeated softly, then reaching to feel his neck, feeling for a pulse but felt none. “What effect does it have then, if not deadly?”

Crowley: "Wouldn't do us any good to just kill people, would it?" Crowley reasoned, careful to keep his head still while Aziraphale examined his fangs. "And it depends a bit from person to person. For some, it can act like an aphrodisiac, but for most people, it relaxes them, makes them feel mildly sedated. High, drunk, somewhere in there. But all in all, it's not unpleasant. Just don't want you pricking your finger and then having to explain all that," he explained as he leaned a bit into Aziraphale's touch, even if he was clearly looking for his non-existent pulse.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale hums softly, “So.. you don’t- kill people?” He asked curiously, swallowing. He nodded as Crowley explained the effect vampires venom has on people, even though everything he said only had him wondering more and more about it. He was sure he’d have questions for days about this. But it didn’t seem that Crowley would mind answering them. He smiled, after not finding the non-existent pulse, he just trailed his hand up to cup his face, brushing his thumb over his cheek gently. “I wonder.. what it would be like for me,” he muttered quietly, leaning up onto his elbow. “I have seen you eat human food before though. Not much. But you have,” he commented.

Crowley: Crowley shook his head slightly. "The times when I did, I didn't want to for one, but also they were very different times in general," he offered as he looked up at him. "Nowadays, there's blood banks, which a lot of us have special connections with to take the more under-utilised blood types. And with the draw to vampirism in general, there are even special clubs some go to in order to feed. Willing donors will offer themselves, and vampires will take just what they need. A lot of times, the donors even have an agreement where if they donate so many times, they can get turned themselves. And some have trusted confidantes that are willing to give more privately." He couldn't help but admire that inquisitive glint in Aziraphale's gaze, which brought a smile to his lips. "Though some of us will also have food, to blend in if anything. Just won't sustain us like blood does."

A roleplayer: Aziraphale raked his fingers through Crowley’s hair slowly, listening to him, taking in every detail that he could. It didn’t sound too bad then. No wonder he didn’t know they really existed, there’s no reports ever of people found dead, drained of blood. Though maybe some just covered it up. He wasn’t sure. He smiled back at Crowley, happy to listen and still show him affection, in assurance that he was not scared off by this like he worried about. “Interesting.. I suppose those donors get quite hooked onto that effect, hm? Almost like being addicted to drugs,” he mused. “That does make sense. Which do you prefer to do? Donors or blood bags?” He asked then added, “Have you turned anyone before?”

Crowley: "Oh, there are standards to avoid anyone getting too carried away. Just like when you give blood at hospital, or some blood drive, you gotta wait a certain amount of time before going again. With private donation, it can be a little more flexible, but it's still important to listen to your body." Crowley laughed a bit at the consecutive questions asked, but he didn't expect anything less of Aziraphale. "Honestly, depends on my mood. And sometimes blood banks have shortages, so it's better to stay flexible. Though I've also never turned anyone. I'm familiar with the process and all, but I've kept myself distant from most people throughout my existence. At least until now."

A roleplayer: Aziraphale hummed, sitting up to grab his water, taking a sip as he thought over Crowley’s words, how the process all worked. He wondered how many humans knew about this, how many offered themselves up. What sort of relationships have vampires and humans had before? He didn’t want to leave Crowley at all, he loved him so dearly. But he would die eventually. “How old are you anyway?” He asked, setting down his cup and turned back towards him, pushing his blanket off. “Why until now? What’s.. so different with me?” He inquired, blushing lightly. “Would you? Turn.. someone? Have you considered it at all?” He was quite sure Crowley knew exactly what he was getting at. But no, he wouldn’t ask him to turn him. Not right now anyhow. He’d have to think about it. But he’d like to know if it’d be an option for him, for them.

Crowley: "Oh, of course you're gonna bring up age!" Crowley laughed. Though there was definitely an age gap. A considerable age gap, and as much as Aziraphale should know, he also wanted to have a bit of fun with that. "I'll tell you, but I wanna hear your guesses first. As for why now, I dunno. There's this whole bit of lore that something clicks when a vampire finds their mate, like soulmates and all. But honestly, you're so genuine, and charming, and kind, not to mention handsome... And thus I couldn't stop myself from falling for you. And maybe, when we reach the point of actively planning to spend the rest of our lives together, like marriage and all, I'd be honoured if you'd consider it, but it's your choice whether you'd like to be turned or not."

A roleplayer: [Be right back!]

A roleplayer: Aziraphale laughed softly, shaking his head. “I don’t mind how old you are, even if you are ancient,” he teased gently, grinning. “I’m just curious. I want to know everything, Crowley. You mean a lot to me, much more than you know.” He brushed his fingers through his own hair, looking at him. “150?” He guessed, watching his face. He smiled fondly, “You think I’m your soulmate or mate or whatever?” He leaned in to kiss his forehead. “I’m considering it,” he nodded, “I will let you know. I feel like I should hear more about it all before making any hard decisions,” he explained. “But just know that I’m not scared or put off in any way. Okay?”

Crowley: Crowley couldn't help a small smile at the way he felt the warmth of Aziraphale's lips practically radiate through his body from his forehead. Not to mention the fact that Aziraphale not only wasn't perturbed by the whole idea of his nature, but to know he was thinking about the idea of being turned? He nearly pinched himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming. "Eh, bit older than that," he answered as he rested a hand on Aziraphale's waist as he met those gorgeous blue eyes before he pondered his actual age for a moment. "Calendars have changed so much over time... Oh, call it six-thousand, give or take..."

A roleplayer: Aziraphale couldn’t be sure if Crowley thought him insane or not, for truly not minding his nature, or for already considering being turned to stay with him forever. But if he was insane for that, then so be it. He’d never loved anyone as much as he loved Crowley. And it sounded as though Crowley felt the same way for him. In that case.. he felt as though he couldn’t leave him, even in death. But of course he wouldn’t rush into that. He melted into his touch happily, even though his eyes went wide when Crowley had to guess his age. Six thousand. He let out a small, surprised laugh. “Six thousand??” He repeated, shaking his head. “My goodness,” he mused. “I really am quite lucky, hm? Six thousand years and you’ve never let anyone close until me..”

Crowley: Crowley blinked at that response. There was clearly a small amount of shock, but almost immediately, Aziraphale's response was to think of how by some luck, they still managed to find each other, and the vampire could just about melt at that. "C'mon, I'm the lucky one for finding you," he reasoned with a small smile as he shifted closer to Aziraphale, gently pulling him closer as he playfully bumped noses with him. It really wasn't until he'd met Aziraphale that he realised just how lonely his whole existence had been, and regardless of what the other's decision might be one day, he wanted to spend as much of it as he could with him.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale blushed softly, laughing as Crowley pulled him closer and bumped noses with him. “No no, I’m the lucky one,” he argued even still, letting out a content sigh. He was, or at least he believed he was. “All of that is- frankly irrelevant in regards to how I feel about you. I love you.. And I’m so grateful we found each other. I don’t know what I’d do without you, truly,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of Crowley’s nose, reaching up to cup his face once again. “Hm- another question, which you may grow quite tired of. How often do you need to feed?”

Crowley: "Love you too, angel. More than anything," Crowley replied, a warm shiver running through him at the peck Aziraphale gave the tip of his nose. "Though I could never tire of your questions, honestly. I can get by on a small feeding maybe once a week or so. If I need something more, that's when I might go for a blood bag, or some donor, and that can get me by for a little longer in between."

A roleplayer: Aziraphale grinned, brushing his thumb over Crowley’s cheek affectionately. “Well.. good, because I have many, many questions. I won’t ask them all now, but,” he shrugged, trailing off. “How long has it been now since you last fed?” He moved in closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He was never quite good at hiding his thoughts or feelings, he knew Crowley could always see right through him. He wanted to know what it felt like, plus it’d be a win-win.

Crowley: Crowley couldn't help a soft chuckle, as he could take a guess as to what was on Aziraphale's mind by his latest question and body language. "It's been a bit," he admitted with a small shrug. "Could probably have a little something, but only if you want to. Won't need to take much, if that's the case..."

A roleplayer: Aziraphale blushed deeply at the chuckle, ducking his head, well aware that Crowley knew what he meant. He nodded, “I do.. I want to,” he murmured, meeting his gaze again. He wondered if Crowley was only saying that to indulge him since he was curious, or if he really did need some. Either way, he was eager to let him feed from him.

Crowley: Crowley smiled softly in return. "Then just relax and enjoy yourself, angel," he purred, soon leaning in to close the gap between them and kissing him tenderly. After a moment, he let his lips trail along Aziraphale's jaw, taking his time as he slowly kissed his way down to his neck.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale smiled and gave a nod, kissing him back softly. He hummed into the kiss then tilted his head to the side instinctively as he felt Crowley’s lips trail down, breathing deeply in anticipation, enjoying the soft kisses for now though, shuddering at the feeling.

Crowley: Crowley went until he could feel the steady, just slightly-heightened thrum of Aziraphale's carotid. He then placed one more soft, loving kiss over the spot he'd chosen before he sank his fangs into his skin, quickly enough that the other would barely feel a pinch. He sighed as he tasted Aziraphale's blood across his palate. Smooth, decadent. Lovely, much like the man in his arms.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale gasped softly at the slight pinch, expecting much more pain than that, at least at the first time of feeling his fangs sink in. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he relaxed again, his head dropping to the side, letting out a soft sigh in almost bliss.

Crowley: Crowley could see himself getting absolutely carried away if he wasn't careful. Aziraphale was the best thing he'd ever tasted- well, person. He pulled back after a brief moment, keeping to his word as he carefully coaxed the two punctures closed with a swipe of his tongue. "How was that for you?" he asked softly as he met the other man's gaze, taking in his blissful expression.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale knew immediately that he would offer himself as a donor to Crowley again, probably whenever he’d needed. It felt.. wonderful, he had no words for it. He blushed deeply, smiling shyly and nodded, “Good.. very- feels like I’m a little lightheaded but in a good way,” he laughed quietly, leaning in to kiss his lips.

Crowley: Crowley smiled fondly against his lips, holding him close as he kissed his love back. "Yeah, that sounds about right," he mentioned between kisses as he leaned in to meet Aziraphale's lips once more. "Thank you," he whispered once they parted, giving him a grateful smile.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale laughed softly, kissing the tip of his nose again, shaking his head. “Thank you for indulging me,” he whispered back, snuggling into him. “Anytime,” he added on with a grin. “I can see why those donors do that all the time.. It really does feel nice.”

Crowley: "I'm glad to hear it," Crowley replied as he kept Aziraphale close, enjoying the warmth of having him near. "Though I'm definitely the one who's been indulged," he added with a hum. "And I greatly appreciate it, my lovely, wonderful angel." He kissed his temple softly as he stroked his back gently, ultimately relieved at how Aziraphale not only accepted him, but fully embraced who and what he was.

[buckysgrace]

Thirty Three

The next morning was  awkward. Billy could barely meet her eye as he’s once again dragging himself around. He didn’t look chipper, and didn't speak as fast. She felt a pang nipping at her heart, sure that she had been the one to knock him down a peg.

“Are you okay?” She asked him quietly as she walked closer to him, noticing the bags underneath his eyes that seemed to appear overnight. Billy closed his eyes quickly, rubbing his head like he had a headache coming on. 

“You don’t have to keep asking me that,” Billy sighed deeply, “I’m fine.” He shook his head in irritation as he continued to stare down at the table in front of him. She paused, wondering how she could best comfort him. She was beginning to feel bad for how last night had gone. She hoped his reckless streak had ended, although she didn’t want to see him cocooned in his room again. 

“I’m sorry about last night,” She told him truthfully, “I just got freaked out.” She admitted as she held her hands flat onto the table. Billy glanced up at her, his curls resting messily against his forehead as he sent her a solemn look. She frowned, noticing the way he was stoic and hidden away. 

“It’s okay,” He told her gently, “I shouldn’t have driven like that.” He admitted as he pushed his hair out of his face. She walked around so she could look at him better, smiling softly as she tried to ease the tension in the room. 

“You know, you do feel lots of things,” She told him as she leaned forward to kiss his soft nose. She didn’t particularly care if anyone saw them either. She knew that Billy needed to hear this, to feel it,, “You love me for starters.” She reminded him as she rubbed her fingertips along his back. 

“I feel so empty, all the time.” He whispered a second later, his features tightening together like he was frustrated with himself. She continued to rub circles into his back, wishing there was an easier way to comfort him. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” She told him, not really sure how she could comfort him, “What can I do to help?” She asked him hopefully as she brought her fingers up to his strong jaw. She squeezed his skin softly as he peered up to her, his lips curling up gently as he rested against her palm.

“Nothing,” He told her seriously, “It’s not your problem.” He brushed her off easily, like it was no big deal. She felt a frown forming on her lips as she thought about it. She didn’t want him to think that he had to deal with this on his own. 

“It’s not a problem,” She responded quickly, “Anything is better than feeling nothing. Even if you’re angry. I understand.” She told him quickly as she leaned forward to kiss his nose again. Billy sighed deeply as he nodded his head in agreement. 

“We should go,” Billy replied as he stood suddenly, “Or you’ll be late for school.” He told her pointedly, like it was something to worry about. She really didn’t care about school, not when he was feeling so bad at the moment. 

“Okay,” She whispered as she stood up, “I’m excited for the Halloween party, aren’t you?” She pulled her hands up to play with her hair, wondering if she should admit to what she had almost agreed to do with Calum and Audrey. She supposed it could wait. 

“Yeah,” He nodded his head, “Should be fun.” He brushed his shoulders, not looking very excited as he walked away to gather the other two teens. 

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Billy didn’t seem any happier as the rest of the day had passed. He didn’t keep himself hidden in his room, but he was quiet. Almost remorseful as he inspected the decorations that he’d bought. Kim felt at a loss, having no clue on how she would be able to help him.

The night air was dark, the moon high in the sky as she fluttered her eyes open. She felt her eyes widen, fearing that she was having another nightmare before she felt Billy’s warm body behind her. She slowly relaxed. 

“Billy?” She whispered out tiredly as she shifted in her bed, tilting her head to the side as his lips trailed against her neck, “What are you doing?” She asked him tiredly as she began to blink the sleep away from her eyes. 

“Please,” He mumbled, his voice raspy as he kissed along the curve of her cheek, “Need you so bad. Can’t get you off my mind.” He groaned, a small whine leaving his lips as he moved his hips down against her soft body. She felt her eyes suddenly widen at the feeling of his cock against her skin. He was already naked, like he’d been thinking about this for some time. 

“Billy,” She sighed softly as his fingers traced along the dip of her thighs. She watched as an odd grin formed on his face, as he looked back towards her with a certain mischief, “I have school tomorrow.” His lips were everywhere, pecking over her face. She shut her eyes, giggling softly as his movements were a bit rough and sloppier than usual. 

“Don’t go,” He begged her as he slowly kicked her legs apart, bringing her knees up higher as he began to grind himself against her panties, “Fuck. You feel so incredible.” He whined, the sound tickling her ears as the pleasure rose in her stomach. 

“What’s gotten into you?” She giggled softly as she brought her hands down to his hips, letting him continually rut against her. She gasped as he began to press himself against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure up her body. 

“You,” He breathed out quickly, “Come on. What do you say? Just a quickie.” He begged her, his eyes flashing desperately as he searched her features. She licked her bottom lip, nodding her head quickly. Her period had ended that morning, she wasn’t worried about bleeding everywhere at the moment. 

“Okay,” She giggled to herself, gasping at the way Billy began to roughly tug her nightgown off over her head. Her back barely hit the mattress before he was ripping her panties off, acting as if he hadn’t had her in the longest time, “You’re needy.” She teased him softly, gasping as he pressed his fingertips against each of her nipples before he squeezed them harshly.

“For you,” He smirked down at her, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched her, “You’re so beautiful, Kim.” He breathed out deeply, his features looking more than lustful as he peered at her features. She felt a flush settling over her body at the intense way he was watching her.

“Thank you,” She whispered softly, “You’re so very handsome.” She teased him as she brought her palm up against the side of his cheek. She rubbed his skin softly, noticing that there was more stubble against his cheeks than usual.

He grinned as he rolled them over, placing her on top this time as he shifted comfortably onto the pillows. She giggled at the sudden motions, feeling a little lightheaded as she rubbed her fingertips across his chest. 

He breathed out deeply, shuffling her down a little further until she was resting over his heavy cock. She bit her lip, staring down at his leaking tip as she felt the warmth coating over her cunt. She slowly reached down to stroke him, gaining a loud cry from him.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked him softly. Rosemary had helped her set up a doctor’s appointment, but she feared that she would run out before it got to that point. 

“Do we need one?” He asked her with a soft laugh. He huffed for a minute before he reached over, fumbling in her drawers until he pulled one free, “Fine.” He grumbled softly as he quickly tore the plastic open with his teeth. He breathed out deeply as he slid it over the head of his cock, like he was sensitive to the touch. 

“Have you been touching yourself?” She teased him, her stomach churning in pleasure from the breathless moans that were leaving his lips. His dilated eyes turned towards her, wide as he moved his hips up with the movements of her hand. 

“Yeah,” He replied huskily, “Been thinking about you. Wanted to feel your cunt so badly.” She blinked for a moment, feeling a flush spreading over her from his words. She felt her desire growing between her legs as she continued to stroke his cock, her heart hammering at the excitement that grew within her chest. 

“Oh,” She giggled softly, surprised by his honesty as she pressed his tip against her wet hole, “Let me help you then.” She whispered softly into the night hair as she slowly slid his fat tip inside of her. She sighed softly, enjoying the stretch as she slowly lowered herself on top of him. 

Billy mewled underneath her, his groans coming out broken the deeper his cock slid inside of her. Kim could feel her walls tensing around his girth, her clit throbbing at the loud sounds he was releasing. She liked how needy he seemed, like he hadn’t felt anything this good before. 

“Jesus,” He grunted even louder as he snapped his eyes open to peer up at her. He bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes trailing down the length of her body before he stopped at her stuffed cunt. He sighed deeply as he brought his hands to her thighs, rubbing her flesh as he slowly jerked her body forward, “You feel incredible.” He whined as he rutted his hips up against her.

“So needy,” She teased him softly as she dragged her nails down his toned chest. She slowly rocked her hips forward as she balanced her weight on her knees, beginning to set a pace for the two of them, “Did you miss your little sister that much?” She felt her cheeks heating up at her own words, but couldn’t help but speak them. His desperate whines filled her with a new surge of confidence.

“Missed your tight little cunt so much,” He groaned as he continued to move his hips with the motions of her body, making her bounce against his cock a little faster, “Wanna feel you all night long.” He breathed out, his eyes flashing like the brightest stars as he moved his hands up and down her sides. She jolted softly, moaning as his tip pressed against her bundle of nerves.

“I have school,” She reminded him softly, gasping as he linked his ankles around hers and thrusted his knees high into the air. He dug his fingertips back into her hips, holding onto her tightly as he roughly began to ram his cock into her wet pussy. She fell forward a bit, her palms falling onto his shoulders, “Oh, God.” She whimpered, rocking her hips backwards in an attempt to feel more of him stuffed inside of her. 

“Skip,” He groaned desperately, gripping her hips as he moved her along the curve of his cock, “C’mon, stay with me. I’ve missed you so much, don’t you wanna be with me too?” His voice was raspy, tickling her sensitive bud. She was nodding her head before she knew what she was doing, not quite ready for the pleaser to go away.

“Yeah,” She whined as he hit her bundle of nerves again. His eyes flashed in enjoyment, watching her closely as he rocked her down along his cock, “Wanna be with you.” She confirmed, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He grinned, his curly hair sticking in sweaty clumps to the front of his forehead.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed as he brought his hands up to her perky tits, squeezing them roughly in his calloused hands. She bit back another moan as he began to pinch at her nipples and jolts of pleasure began to race down her body, “What a good little whore.” He looked up at her intensely, his features knitted together in pleasure as he stared up at her.

She nodded her head, the back of her neck beginning to feel sweaty as she moved herself up and down the length of his cock. Their moans mingled together in a nice harmony, bouncing off the walls as she let her head fall back from the pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

Her pussy clamped down around his throbbing cock, squeezing him tightly as he continued to pinch and pull at her pink nipples. She whimpered against him, squirming from the sensation as he began to thrust up harder than before. She gaped as his balls roughly smacked against her skin as his sounds grew louder and louder.

She leaned down suddenly, silencing her own loud moan as she crashed their lips together. Billy responded just as eagerly, moving his hands to the back of her neck as he pushed her closer to him. Her movements stalled as he continued to fuck up into her, pressing his cock deep inside of her fluttering walls while his tongue flicked against her lips. 

She opened her mouth, a small pool of drool falling into his before he greedily licked it away. His tongue pressed roughly against hers as he began to kiss her sloppily. He held her head still as he licked at her tongue, circling his tongue around hers as he continued to rut his hips up into her.

She whimpered against his mouth as he circled his lips around her tongue, sucking harshly as she began to flick her tongue against his mouth. Her clit hummed in appreciation, her walls beginning to clamp down around his cock as she felt her orgasm approaching.

She clawed at his skin, unable to warn him as she suddenly came roughly around his cock. She whined against his mouth as she squirmed on top of his dick, her body jolting in pleasure as he continued to play with her tongue. He licked at her tongue and lips, like he could inhale her sounds of pleasure.

“Billy,” She finally was able to whine, her body trembling as he continued to keep the same brutal pace. She rocked her hips backwards, feeling a little overstimulated but still enjoying the feeling of his cock pressing into her, “Oh God.” She sighed in bliss as she dragged her hand down his body until she was met with his warm balls.

He groaned loudly underneath her, his own whimper falling free as she squeezed his balls in her fingertips. They were growing wet from her slick dripping down his cock and onto his skin. He pressed himself deeply into her like he was going to cum, but nothing came forth. He huffed in protest before he flipped her onto her back.

She squealed at the sudden motions, giggling as her back hit the mattress. Some of her pillows bounced off of the bed before they rolled onto the floor. Billy wasted no time in roughly turning her onto her side, then kicking her leg over his waist.

“What’s gotten into you?” She giggled softly as she tilted her head, enjoying the feeling of his lips roughly pressing into her skin. She sighed deeply, feeling a shiver race down her back as he dragged his teeth against the sensitive area near the crook of her neck.

“It wasn’t working anymore,” He finally grumbled out, his teeth clamping down on her skin as he filled her with one fluid motion. Her eyelashes fluttered shut as she was once again stuffed full with his hard cock. She sighed blissfully, licking at her lips as he began to thrust into her again, “Wanted you like this.” He responded as he nibbled at her skin again.

“Oh,” She gaped, her pussy feeling sensitive from the orgasm she’d just had. She whined as he gripped a hold of her waist again, squeezing harshly while he dragged his cock in and out of her wet cunt, “S’nice.” She breathed out softly as he licked the sweat away from her cheek. 

“Little whore,” Billy seethed as he gripped her chin, forcing her back to look at him, “Just gonna let me fuck you like this?” He questioned, as if she would ever want to deny him. She nodded her head lazily, gaping as he spit roughly against the side of her cheek.

His saliva dripped down her cheek, trickling into her parted lips. She licked it away greedily, enjoying the taste of his spit on her tongue. He groaned loudly, pressing his cheek against hers as he shoved his cock deeper inside of her. She squealed softly, biting down on her fingers as he roughly pressed his tip against her bundle of nerves. 

“Yes, yes,” She cried out loudly between her fingertips, almost feeling the need to cry at how good it all felt, “Wanna feel more.” She told him honestly, gasping as she did her best to grind back against his thick cock. 

He huffed in response, his teeth continuing to press into her skin as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She reveled at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of her cunt. She whimpered, her walls squeezing around the curve of him as she savored the way his veins and ridges rubbed against her spongy walls. 

Her mind began to swirl, filling with pleasure as he rocked into her deeply. He was moving hard and fast as he roughly squeezed at her thigh, keeping her in place as his cock throbbed inside of her. She gaped, her head jolting forward from how roughly he began to thrust into her. 

“I love you,” He breathed out warmly as he tilted her head towards him again, “I love you so much.” He told her quickly, his voice still raspy as he peered at her features. Her mouth fell open in bliss as she tried to drink in the image in his eyes. They were blown wide, looking at her desperately like he was willing her to say the words again. 

“Love you too,” She squeaked out as she struggled to look at him, “Ah, fuck. Oh God.” She felt her toes curling, her thighs threatening to press together if his grip hadn’t been so tight. He kept her legs wide, as she came for the second time that night.

She cried out a little louder this time, scrunching her eyebrows tightly together as her walls pulsed around his cock. She whimpered, her mind full of pleasure as he dragged her body closer to his. He peppered a series of kisses along her cheek, cooing softly as he guided her through her orgasm.

“So good for me,” He murmured as he brought his hands up to her tits again. He squeezed at her flesh roughly as he nipped at her earlobe, groaning deeply as she continued to squirm against him, “You’re such a good girl, Kim. My good girl.” He clarified a second later as she struggled to catch her breath. 

“I try,” She giggled softly, still breathing hard as he pulled his hard cock from her cunt. She pushed her short hair from her forehead, looking at him confused as he rested his back against the headboard, “What are you doing?” She asked him, her pussy beginning to throb again as he began to pump his wet cock with his hand.

“Feels good,” He whined softly, his hips jerking up harshly. She stared in awe, unsure of how he hadn’t managed to cum yet. He motioned her towards him with his free hand, grinning as he watched her shaky movements, “Let me see you.” He urged as she crawled up towards him. 

“BIlly,” She gasped breathlessly as he shifted her onto his lap, moving her like she weighed nothing before he was sliding his cock inside of her cunt again, “Jesus. You haven’t come yet?” She squeaked out softly, her clit throbbing harshly. She gasped loudly at the intense pleasure that traveled up her spine. 

“Not yet,” He groaned desperately as he rocked his hips upwards, “Just wanna feel you cumming around me. You look so pretty. You sound so good.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder as he moved his arms underneath his knees.

He pulled her into a tight position as he held her knees up towards her chest, then wrapped his fingertips against the back of her neck. She whined loudly as he slowly began to grind his hips up against her. She closed her eyes tightly, her boobs beginning to move with his frantic motions. 

“Oh my God,” Her toes curled as her head fell backwards as he roughly bounced her up and down his cock. Her body protested, her cunt squelching loudly at how wet she was. She was already clamping down around him, like she was unable to take another orgasm from him. 

“Let me take it off,” Billy begged as he squeezed his fingertips around the back of her neck a little harder, “I can’t cum with it on. I need to feel you.” He pleaded with her. She closed her eyes and opened them again, her mind still fuzzy as she realized he was speaking about the condom. 

“Billy-,” She rocked her head forward, beginning to agree with him as he began to pound his cock up harder into her. She paused to lick away some drool that was beginning to slide from the corners of her lips. 

“Please, please,” He continued to beg as he messily thrusted up into her, “I need it so badly.” His groans came out split up as he sighed loudly, his movements more frantic and deep. She nodded her head quickly, unable to form words as he continued to drag his tip against her bundle of nerves.

He easily lifted her up with his right arm, holding onto her tightly as his cock slipped from her wet cunt. She whimpered at the sensation of being empty, already missing the sensation of being stuffed with his cock. He messily ripped his condom off before he was slamming into her again, his moans even louder suddenly.

He thrusted up harshly, his balls hitting slapping against her skin again as he moved her up and down the length of his cock. She whimpered, unable to move at all as he roughly held her in place. She cried out as he bounced her, continually hitting against her g-spot as he roughly fucked up into her. Her body felt like it was on fire, like everything was burning as the pleasure simmered inside of her. 

“God,” She cried out, unable to help herself as her toes curled in pleasure, “God, God right there.” She pleaded with him, unable to say much else as her whole body shook. Billy groaned as his lips dragged against her shoulder blades.

“Being too loud,” He chastised her as he slowed down his thrusts, dragging his cock in and out of her cunt slowly as she whined in protest, “Should I gag that pretty mouth?” He tsked as he pressed his cheek up against hers again. She shook her head mindlessly, feeling too overwhelmed as his cock continued to brush against her most sensitive spots.

“No, no,” She whined, trying to control her tone as she inhaled deeply. It only seemed to push him in deeper, like her cunt was swallowing him whole, “I’ll be quiet.” She whimpered pathetically, unsure if she was really able to keep her promise. Billy grinned again as he leaned forward to kiss her again.

She could barely move her lips against his as the pleasure became overwhelming again. She could feel her near growing closer, despite it being such a short period of her being on his cock. He groaned loudly against her ear, his teeth dragging against her skin again as he pressed her down harder against his dick.

“Billy,” She moved her hand back behind her head, searching for anything to hold onto as she clawed at his skin, “I’m, I can’t-,” She stopped herself, mewling as her body jerked forward as she came around his cock again. Her walls shook around his throbbing cock. Billy sighed deeply, laughing quietly.

“Did that feel good?” He chuckled as he slowly set her down, his hard cock once again slipping out of her wet cunt. She whimpered as she laid herself onto her stomach, letting her fingertips travel on the mattress. Her pussy was beginning to burn in a nice way, her clit throbbing as she tried to catch her breath.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head mindlessly as the pleasure still raced through her body. She gaped in surprise as he moved behind her, pressing her ass high into the air, “More?” She asked him in doubt, feeling like she’d never come this much before.

“Don’t you want to cum again?” Billy teased her as he traced his fingertips across her ass, “I like hearing you like this. You’re so good for me. Can we do it another time? It’ll feel good.” He promised her as he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder blades. She let out a shaky breath, her thighs still burning from the position he had her twisted into. 

“Uh huh,” She answered slowly, surprising herself as she nodded her head in agreement. It was like a little game, trying to see how far she could push herself, “You always make me feel good.” She admitted, her eyes feeling glazed over as she turned back to look at him.

He grinned, like he was proud as he rubbed his cock against her sensitive clit. She cried out, her hips jerking forward before he gripped her body and held her in place. Her legs continued to quiver, like they’d give out on her any second. 

“S’alright,” He murmured as he pressed his fat tip inside of her again. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as she welcomed the familiar feeling of his dick inside of her walls. She gaped as she dropped her head face first into the mattress to silence herself, “Such a good girl for your big brother. You look so pretty stuffed full of my cock.” He whined as he slowly pulled out of her cunt. She breathed in deeply, waiting in anticipation as he slid back inside of her wet walls harshly.

She couldn’t form words as he kept a tight grip on her hips, keeping her ass high in the air while he slowly dragged his hips back before ramming his dick back inside of her. She could feel a squeal lingering on her lips, building in her chest as he moved her body along the length of his cock.

She gripped the sheets tightly between her fingertips, her thoughts feeling like they were slowly melting away as all she could focus on was how good Billy was making her feel. She rocked her body back against him, crying out as he brushed against the all too sensitive spot that was deep inside of her.

He groaned louder as he moved his hands down next to her shoulders, his fingers moving into fists next to her skin as he laid overtop of her. She squealed in bliss as he roughly began to press his cock even harder into her. Her walls throbbed at the sensation, her clit aching from how overwhelming the pleasure was.

“Billy,” She cried out as she moved one of her hands up to grip his wrist. She held onto him tightly, clinging to him as he continued to move her body roughly across the mattress. The sheets were dragging across her body as his movements became more frantic, “Yes, yes, yes!” She wiggled underneath him, unable to form any other words as she rocked herself back against him.

“You feel so good,” His tone was just as desperate and needy, his movements sporadic and deep as he clung to her. His fingertips dug into her flesh hard enough that she was sure he’d leave marks on her. Her thighs shook so hard she was sure that she would collapse underneath him at any given second, “Jesus, Kim.” 

She couldn’t form a response as he continued to pound against her g-spot, making her head fall into the pillows in pure bliss as liquid pleasure traveled through her veins and down her back. Her body felt all too hot as sweat began to drip down the nape of her back. She could feel the bed shifting with his rough movements, pushing her further and further into the mattress. 

“Oh God,” She cried out, her toes curling tightly from the pleasure she was experiencing. She squirmed even harder, pressing herself closer against him as he reached a hand down and began to play with her clit, “Billy, fuck, fuck.”

“Such a good girl,” He cooed at her, making her insides squirm in anticipation as he rutted his hips harder into hers. She breathed out, her eyes rolled back as she felt her high approaching once again. She rolled her hips back in desperation as her sensitive clit writhed from the feeling of his finger against it, “You’re such a pretty little slut, you know that?” She was taken aback as his free hand gripped her hair and yanked her harshly back against him.

She blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of her surroundings as she dully nodded her head in response. Everything felt too good. From the way his cock was pulsing inside of her wet walls, to the way his sweaty chest was pressing against her back. She enjoyed the sensation of his warm breath against her ear before he yanked her head further back and collided their lips together.

She whined against his mouth, her lips left parted as she was unable to follow through with his motions. It was messy as he licked around her parted lips before he darted his tongue in and out of her mouth. He brushed his tongue against hers, rubbing them together as a pool of their spit trickled down her chin. 

She cried out again, cumming just as hard as her whole body shook this time. She was fairly certain her eyes may have crossed from how intense it all felt. Her clit was throbbing, overstimulated as he continued to rock into her. He pressed his fingertips in slow circles on her clit until she could take no more and was brushing his hand away. She felt like her cunt was dripping, leaking all over into the mattress from how wet she currently was. 

“That’s my good girl,” He praised in bliss, “So good taking my cock like this.” She fell forward in a lip pile, groaning as her face hit the pillows. She could still feel the tip of his cock inside of her as she fought to catch her breath.

She felt her eyes widen at the sensation of him slowly pushing into her again. She felt a gasp freeze in her throat as her body protested from how oversensitive she suddenly felt. She had no idea how he’d gone this long without cumming as she was fairly certain he had reduced all of her to mush. 

“Billy,” She whined underneath him, her body still quaking from her latest orgasm as he continued his same brutal thrusts, “Too much.” Her legs had given out and he was completely on top of her, straddling her hips as he rutted his cock inside of her. It didn’t hurt, but the pleasure was almost unbearable. She didn’t know if she had another round in her. 

“Sorry, baby,” He was whining, his eyes flashing, “You just feel so good. I’m almost there, I feel it this time.” He reassured her, his words coming out in rough spurts as he spoke. She could feel her clit rubbing against the mattress, causing her to whine as the pleasure grew white hot. 

It felt so intense. He had her pinned down, rolling his cock deep inside of her cunt. His arms had moved around her hips, his weight completely on top of her as he fucked her into the mattress. Her fingertips felt numb from how harshly she was gripping the sheets. 

His groans filled the room as she tried to silence her own cries of pleasure. Her cunt squeezed around him, already feeling like she may be approaching another orgasm as he roughly pressed his cock inside of her. She had no idea how she’d managed to cum so many times and he hadn’t came once yet. 

“Wanna see you,” He mumbled harshly, his voice broken from his own pleasure as he roughly turned her around. She moved with his strong grip easily, her body unable to protest as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. He grinned, looking rather lustful as he traced a fingertip down her body, “You’re so good to me.”

“I think I should be saying that about you,” She told him breathlessly, her chest moving up and down harshly from being unable to catch her breath. She felt empty from him removing his cock, her walls still fluttering like she might feel him. Billy smirked as he brought his fingertips down against her clit, “Oh.” She jerked backwards as her body cried out from how sensitive it felt.

He pressed down a little harder as he moved his other hand towards her hips to keep her from wiggling away. He jerked his fingertips back and forth over her sensitive clit, rubbing her harshly as the sound of her wetness echoed in the room. She let out a strangled moan as one of her hands reached out to grip a hold of his wrist. 

It hit her quickly, like she had no warning as she felt her walls already crumbling underneath her. Billy moved his fingers against her clit in a way that she didn’t know was possible, like he knew the way her body worked better than she did. 

“God, oh my God,” She cried out, her body writhing worse than it had the first time. His fingers moved rapidly against her clit, pressing down harshly on the sensitive bud while his other hand pressed down on her abdomen to keep her still, “Billy, fuck!” She moaned out loudly this time, her body seizing as she came again.

It was as fierce as the first time he’d made her squirt, maybe even worse. She swore she was crying from how strong the pleasure felt. She felt like her mind had broken, like she was far away as her body experienced an all new high.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed, his eyes even more dilated as he watched her in awe. Everything felt too wet, too extreme as he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean. She looked down at him through hazy eyes, sure that some part of her had died and broken off, “You’re such a little whore.” He grinned menacingly as he gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him.

Despite being in a daze, she realized what he was meaning as she roughly pressed her hand up to his chest. She shook her head quickly, trying to form the words on her tongue as her head lolled back and forth. Her heart was beating so fast inside of her chest that she feared it may implode. 

“Use my mouth,” She said a second later, blinking hard as she glanced up at him, “Need a break.” She spit out roughly, still trying to decide if she was making any sense or not. Billy grinned from ear to ear, looking rather satisfied with her answer as he settled on his knees.

She felt like everything was moving slow as she found the strength to crawl over towards him. She winced as she fell onto her stomach again, her clit still throbbing as she did her best to keep the pressure away from her pussy. 

She roughly stroked Billy’s wet cock in her hand, noticing how swollen and red his tip was. He was pulsing in her hand, throbbing as he roughly jerked his hips forward. She couldn’t understand why he couldn’t release when he looked so desperate to do so. 

She still hadn’t fully caught her breath by the time Billy was desperately rocking his hips forward into her open mouth. She willed her tight jaw to relax as she licked around his tip, sucking away the remnants of her own cum as Billy loudly sighed above her. 

She pushed her hair behind her ears as she bobbed her head in the rhythm of his movements. She pressed her fingertips against his balls, massaging them slowly as she prayed that he’d find his release. Her body was growing tired.

She gagged as he roughly hit the back of her throat, unprepared to feel him do that repeatedly as she closed her eyes harshly. Drool fell onto her fingertips as she tried to keep up with his motions, but he seemed lost in his own flurry of pleasure. His groans were getting louder, more desperate as she swirled her tongue along curve and veins. 

“No, no,” He was shaking his head, looking desperate as he pulled her hair and removed her mouth from his cock, “Need your cunt. Please, please I need to feel it to cum.” He was pleading with her, begging as he looked at her with such need that she didn’t know how to handle. 

“I’m so sensitive,” Kim whimpered in pleasure as he tugged on her hair, “Let me just suck you off.” She tried to reason with him, even though she could feel her pussy clenching around nothing. There was no denying that she still wanted him, she had just never orgasmed this much in one night. 

“Please,” He gripped the curve of her cheek, “Wanna feel your pussy. One more time, I swear.” Her hips jerked forward, feeling the need to grind up against him. He laughed, obviously noticing her needy movements. 

“Okay,” She nodded her head slowly, barely having time to register what was happening before he was roughly flipping her onto her back. She felt like a little rag doll, like she weighed nothing as he jerked her around, “Oh God, Billy.” She moaned out, feeling like she was being stretched wide again as he slowly pushed himself inside of her sore walls.

Her body felt too warm, too sweaty as he held his hands out next to her head. She could feel her eyes fluttering as she tried to keep them open, but it was no use as he dragged his cock inside of her wet cunt again again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly in case she slid away from him.

“Feel good?” He teased her as he brushed his nose against her cheek. She nodded her head in bliss, clearly enjoying the way he was rutting his cock inside of her. She could hear the mixture of the two of them bouncing against the walls, creating their own dirty song as he licked the side of her cheek, “Jesus. You’re perfect.” He sighed deeply as he pressed all of his weight against her again.

“So good,” She cried out as she began to dig her nails into his skin, “You’re so perfect, Billy. Fuck.” She whined as she mindlessly clawing at his skin. He groaned just as loudly, their sounds of pleasure mixing as he spit along the curve of her lips. It took her a few seconds to realize it had happened and by then most of it had slid down her cheek and neck. 

“Such a good little whore for me,” He grunted roughly against her ear, “Letting me use your cunt like this.” He laughed breathlessly as she slid her fingers further down his sweaty back. She held onto his soft flesh, clinging to him like he might disappear if she let go.

She nodded her head mindlessly, her stomach already beginning to tighten and her toes beginning to curl as she felt her pending high approaching once again. She cried out a little harder, shutting her eyes tightly as it fully smacked into her. 

She felt her pussy clamping down around his cock, squeezing him harshly as she rode out her eye. She was gaping, her eyes clenching shut tightly as she clung to him. Everything felt like it was on fire, like it was burning with pleasure and it would never stop. 

“Kim,” He was whining, his voice raspy and full of awe as his hips finally began to stall against her skin. He groaned loudly, the vibrations traveling across her skin as he roughly gripped her hips. He exhaled harshly, his cock pressing into her deeply, “Fuck, fuck. Oh fuck, baby. Shit.” He squeezed her hips tightly, his nose scrunching up and his eyes shutting tightly as he came inside of her through breathy groans. She writhed underneath him, whimpering at her own pleasure as he filled her.

She was stunned, never before filling so much cum inside of her. She could feel it deep inside of her cunt, coating her fluttering walls. It was dripping out of her, dripping down the curve of her ass and onto her mattress. She gaped, her eyes nearly rolling back as she realized he was still cumming.

“Jesus,” Billy whispered lowly as his head fell into the crook of her neck. He breathed against her sweaty skin, his nose brushing against her as he whined softly, “That was incredible.” He whispered hotly as he wiggled his hips forward.

“Billy,” She whined out as she clawed at his shoulders, “I’m too sensitive.” She told him honestly, knowing that she had never cum so much before. Her thighs were shaking, her body feeling weak. 

“Sorry,” He chuckled softly as he kissed along the curve of her cheek, “Shit. That was nice though, right?” He asked her eagerly as he leaned back on his elbows. She nodded her head, closing her eyes softly at how fuzzy her mind felt as the pleasure continued to coarse through her body.

“Very nice,” She told him gently, “But I feel very weak.” She admitted with a giggle as she leaned forward to brush her nose against his. His lips tugged up softly in response as his eyes flickered with mischief. 

“I could lick you clean,” He mumbled before he dragged his tongue up the length of her neck, “Doesn’t that sound nice?” He asked her huskily before he brought his teeth down against her earlobe. She whimpered at the sensation of his hips pressing further against her sin. 

“I don’t know if I can take anymore,” She breathed out softly, “I’m sore.” She told him earnestly as she pressed her fingertips against his shoulders. She chewed on her bottom lip, fearing that she may actually be unable to move her legs by the time this was all over with. 

“You don’t want to taste my cum?” He teased her softly as he leaned back a little further. He looked at her amused, tilting his head as he awaited her response. She gulped as she watched his eyes darken again. 

“I didn’t say that,” She whispered softly, “Okay. Go ahead and be nasty.” She teased him softly, gasping loudly as he slowly pulled his softened cock from her pussy. She yelped, already feeling a sore sensation traveling up her body. She giggled softly, watching as he eagerly dipped between her legs. 

She sighed deeply as she squeezed the sheets, closing her eyes as Billy’s tongue traced up her soaking cunt. She squirmed and wiggled underneath him a little more than usually, her body jolting from how sensitive her clit felt. 

He swirled his tongue inside of her hole, slowly licking around her fluttering walls before he pulled his head away. He barely gave her time to open her mouth before he was spitting against her lips, watching in fascination as the cum dripped inside of her mouth.

She licked it away quickly, a little overwhelmed at how much there was. She winced as she swallowed it this time, but still enjoyed the taste of him. He looked a little too overjoyed as he leaned down to kiss her messily, pressing his tongue against hers roughly.

“Sure you can’t go again?” He teased her, his lips curling up into a smirk as he peered down at her. She felt her eyes widen as she quickly shook her head and wiggled out from underneath him for good measure. 

“I am positive,” She giggled softly as she laid down next to him. She looked over at the clock on the wall before she gave him a soft nudge, “Your mom will be up soon.” She told him quickly as she peered at his dreamy features. She felt a sense of worry travel through her stomach as she watched him, sure that there was something going on. She wished that he’d speak to her. 

“So?” He knitted his eyebrows together, looking like he didn’t understand what she meant. She shook her head softly, trying to keep from laughing at his confusion. 

“You need to go to your room,” She told him softly, “I don’t need to get in trouble for having my room locked again.” She told him seriously, thinking of the awkward conversation that had happened with Sam. 

“It’s not locked.” Billy said a second later as he crossed his fingertips over his stomach. Kim snapped her head towards him, looking at him in horror as she was sure that she had heard him wrong. 

“You didn’t lock the door?” She asked him quickly, hoping that he was just teasing her. He paused as he looked forward, like he was too afraid to meet her in the eye. She felt like something was off, but she couldn’t find it in herself to question him. Not with the way her body was screaming at her to sleep. She was exhausted, too tired to press as Billy looked at her wildly. 

“I was uh, occupied,” He grinned sheepishly as he leaned over to kiss her lips, “Don’t forget to act sick.” He told her pointedly, referencing that he still wanted her to stay home from school. She felt a little nervous to ask, but hoped that it wouldn’t be a big deal. 

“Okay,” She nodded her head softly, sure that it wouldn’t be a problem with as exhausted as she currently felt, “Love you.” She told him sweetly, grinning as he leaned down to pepper her lips with soft kisses.

“Love you too.” He mumbled before he gently stood. She watched with interest, admiring the curve of his body as he strolled out of her room. She sat up a bit, furrowing her eyebrows together as she realized he’d left fully naked. 

She waited for a few minutes, forcing her eyes to stay open as she waited until she heard Rosemary’s footsteps approaching down the hall. It took everything in Kim to crawl out of bed and to get her feet to move. She called out to Rosemary once, her heart pattering as she did her best to appear sick. 

“What’s wrong?” Rosemary asked curiously as Kim dragged herself to the doorway, barely pressing it open as she leaned her weight against it. Her thighs were sore, her legs shaking as she tried to balance herself. 

“I’m sick,” Kim fake coughed for dramatic effect, “Can I stay home today?” She asked softly, her voice coming out raspy from how much she’d moaned earlier. She breathed in deeply, her heart hammering from nerves as Rosemary inspected her for a moment.

“You do look flushed,” Rosemary hummed a second later, “Go lay back down. I’ll bring you some tea and set some soup out for later, okay?” She smiled sweetly as she gave Kim’s arm a soft squeeze. Kim nodded in response, pausing for just a moment before she shut the door and dragged herself back to her bed. Her legs felt so sore that they felt stiff, like they couldn’t bend in the right direction. She was hoping that some sleep would make her feel better. 

Kim collapsed into her bed, not caring about the dirty sheets or how she could sniff out the lingering scent of her and Billy. She felt tired; more exhausted than she had in a long time. She pulled the pillow to her face, her eyes shutting as soon as her head hit the pillow.

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“Come on,” Billy shook her softly, making her groan in response as she blinked the sleep away from her eyes, “Are you just going to lay in bed all day?” He teased her as he pulled her towards his chest. She sighed deeply as she stretched out, feeling her joints popping underneath her sore flesh. 

“I did say I was sick.” She told him softly as a smile pressed to her lips. She looked up at him, noticing that his hair was nice and neat as he began to drag his thumb across her lips. 

“You’re not,” Billy grinned as he looked down at her, “Come on. Let’s go to the beach. Or somewhere. Anywhere.” He told her quickly as a spark filled his eyes. She nodded her head, feeling like it would be a good idea to keep him occupied. 

“Okay,” She said a second later, unable to hide her own grin as she peered up at him, “You win.” She told him softly as she kissed his knuckles. He looked at her proudly, like he was happy with her answer. 

“Get ready,” He told her seriously although he bore a playful look in his eyes. He smacked the side of her upper thigh, making her gasp as he nearly brushed against her sensitive ass cheek, “C’mon.” He laughed as he tugged her up off the side of the bed.

“Are you going to watch me?” She asked him teasingly as she turned to face him again. His eyes lingered on her features for a moment before they traveled down the length of her body, resulting in a flush to spread over her body. 

“Maybe,” He grinned brightly, “I see you naked all the time, would that be a crime?” He tilted his head as his eyes fell back to her again, looking rather serious as he waited for her to speak again. She paused, opening her mouth before shutting it again. The thought of him just observing her nude made her feel shy all over again. 

“I think I need to shower,” She told him seriously, “And wash my sheets.” She added a second later as she felt a giggle come forth. He looked up at her amused as he stood up. She felt her heart hammering roughly in her chest as she was sure that he would approach her. 

“Go shower,” He told her quickly as he began to strip her bed, “I’ll handle this.” He told her softly as he bundled the sheets up into a giant ball. She watched him for a moment before she nodded her head in agreement and slipped free from the room. 

She tried to keep her shower quick, but the hot water massaged her sore muscles in a way she didn’t think was possible. Her bottom was still slightly sore as well, but she enjoyed the sensation. She felt a little giddy, thinking about how badly Billy had needed her. 

She slid into one of her white dresses that was decorated with small flowers before she pulled her damp hair out of her face with a small green scarf. She didn’t spend too much time on her makeup, deciding that mascara and lipgloss would be good enough. She didn’t want to go too overboard, just in case they were tight on time before Rosemary or Sam returned.

“You look pretty,” Billy grinned as he pulled her forward. He placed his hands on her hips, squeezing softly as he placed two fat kisses on each of her cheeks, “Are you ready to go?” He asked her softly, his mustache brushing against her sensitive skin.

“Yeah,” She giggled softly as she placed her hands down between them to squeeze his own, “What are we taking?” She asked him softly, feeling a little nervous as to what his answer would be. He tilted his head at her before he gave her a knowing look.

“My car,” He replied as he guided her outside. She held her fingers together, wondering if Sam had been doubtful of her lie. She couldn’t remember him coming to check on her, so she assumed that was a good sign, “Are you hungry?”

“I guess,” She told him as she slid into the leather seat. She shifted for a moment, her skin feeling raw as a nice ache settled over her, “Just something small.” She said a second later, really not feeling that hungry. He glanced towards her as he turned the car on. 

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“What are we doing?” She asked Billy as she leaned against him, still feeling tired from their long night. He rested his head on top of hers, breathing in deeply as he stared out towards the waves that were rolling against the shore.

He’d settled them down near the beach, but hadn’t made any effort to go swimming. He had set up a few towels for them to rest on after they finished eating. The air was a little chiller than usual, once again signaling the change of the seasons. 

“I don’t know,” He admitted at last, “I just thought it would be fun to sit here with you.” He responded as he carefully linked their fingers together. She looked down at his palm before she brought her free hand forward and began to trace her nail over his skin. 

“I am having fun,” She told him truthfully as she rubbed her cheek against his softly, “I just wanted to make sure that you’re having fun.” She told him truthfully, hoping that he didn’t realize she was asking him if he was okay again. She pulled away just enough to look at him, hoping that he wouldn’t be on his guard with her. 

“I like sitting here with you,” He answered simply as he glanced towards her, “It feels calming.” He nearly whispered to her as his lips slowly cracked into a grin. She watched him for a moment, enjoying the way his eyes seemed to match the blue of the ocean. 

“I like it too,” She responded, leaning forward just enough to lightly brush her lips against his, “What are you thinking about?” She asked him softly, noticing the distant look in his eyes. It reminded her of the waves that seemed to withdraw for miles before they crashed back against the sand. 

“I want to marry you,” He mumbled against her lips as he slowly traced his hand up the front of her thigh, pressing his fingertips against her skin, “Let’s go get married.” He replied, a grin forming against his lips before he puckered them against her mouth. She felt her eyes widen in surprise again as a flush spread over her body. She was still surprised to hear him admit such a thing. She couldn’t believe that he actually wanted to marry her. 

“Mhm,” She giggled softly against him, “I think we should wait.” She told him truthfully, but gently so she didn’t hurt his feelings. She hadn’t changed her mind on the subject, not yet. She was alright waiting until school ended, but she didn’t feel like it was right to rush to some priest to just have him do it for them. She wanted it to be special, something for the two of them to think back happily. 

“Why?” He looked at her confused, his dark eyebrows knitting together like he still didn’t understand what she meant. She breathed in deeply, feeling like something was slightly off about him. He’d never been so incessant about their future before. It worried her. It made her think that he was beginning to believe that they didn’t have a future. 

“My answer is the same as before,” She giggled softly as he peppered a series of kisses along her collarbone, “I don’t want to rush anything.” She told him honestly. She liked how they were now, even if they weren’t fully public yet. She thought she’d like to have time for him as her boyfriend, before he became her husband. Neither of their parents had created happy marriages, so she didn’t think it was a crime to wait until her and Billy were more mature. 

“How would we be rushing it?” He asked her curiously. She watched in fascination as the breeze picked up his longer blonde strands and moved them into the air. She reached up to lightly push his hair behind his face again. 

“I don’t think I’m ready right now,” She told him softly, “Not that it really matters, but I want your mom to know. I want things to be right with my mom first. I guess I want to fix everything else before we go forward.” She listed a few reasons, but she felt like there was more than just that. She didn’t think it would be right to just spring it on everybody, even though it would be her and Billy’s choice in the end. 

“Why should they matter when it’s about us?” He looked at her in confusion still, his eyes hardening a bit like he was searching for any lies she might be hiding. She scooted a little closer to him, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. He was already the best boyfriend and she knew that he’d be the best husband one day as well. 

“I don’t want to end up like my mom,” Kim admitted softly, “Two marriages, or three, or who knows what she’ll end up doing with Wayne. She jumped into everything at such a young age and I want to feel like I can do better than her.” She rambled for a second as she tried to make sense of her thoughts. She didn’t want something to happen, then to never end up finishing high school. She didn’t want to struggle the way her parents had and create a marriage built on unfulfilled dreams and empty promises. 

“You are better.” Billy said truthfully as he nodded his head, looking as if he didn’t understand why she didn’t believe that. Kim chewed on her bottom lip for a moment as guilt began to gnaw at her stomach. She felt like she was fairly similar to Susan and it increased each day as her will grew smaller and smaller. 

“I want a happy wedding ceremony,” Kim grinned as she ran her fingers down his collarbone, “And I think you’d look really good in a suit and tie.” She paused near the base of his neck, grinning as she thought about it. 

She looked at him again, giggling at the baffled look on his features. She couldn’t deny that she had thought about him in a suit and tie multiple times before. It had always involved being at prom, but she supposed a wedding look would be even more fun to imagine. 

“A tie?” He shook his head as he laughed softly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She turned away from him, a little amused that he apparently thought it was ridiculous. She looked at the stylish outfit he was currently wearing and wondered why a tie would be such a big deal. She tried to remember if he had worn one when Neil and Susan had gotten married. 

“Mhm,” Kim mumbled in response, “And we’d need a wedding cake. And a song to dance to. We need flowers and a color.” She listed a few things off of the top of her head. She realized that a wedding sounded like a lot more work than what she was prepared for, especially at this time in the year. She suddenly flushed, realizing that people would be watching her dance and kiss Billy. 

“I can work with all that, except the tie,” He grinned at her, “I’m not sure about the tie.” He responded as he leaned forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. She leaned against his touch, smiling softly as she admired the freckles that were splattered across his cheeks.

“What about when I’m finished with school?” She asked him softly as she pressed her cheek against his hand. He held her up easily, pretending to think about it as a grin spread over his lips.

“I guess I can wait until then,” He said teasingly as he rubbed his hands across her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She grinned as she squeezed her fingertips against his shoulders. She leaned forward to press her forehead against his, enjoying the minty breath that rolled towards her, “I guess I can handle that you don’t want to marry me.”

“I did not say that,” She protested with a small laugh, “That was not what I meant at all.” She told him quickly, feeling guilty in case he truly did think that. She did want to marry him, but she just didn’t think it was the time yet. She didn’t want anything else to be rushed or sudden. She wanted to take her time with him, to have him for her own. 

“I know,” He smirked knowingly, “I was just teasing you.” He brushed his shoulder against hers softly before he looked forward again. She watched the way his features tightened, how tightly he held his fingers together as he stared off towards the ocean again.

“You know,” Kim started softly as she moved to link her fingers with his, “If there’s anything else you want to share with me, you can.” She tried to reassure him, knowing that there was something hidden inside of him. She thought of what Sam had said, but she was sure that it had to be wrong. Billy was just going through something very hard right now. He was experiencing a lot of things at once. 

“I know.”

“If I admit something, will you?” She asked him instead, not surprised that she had gotten nowhere again. She didn’t want to pry and have him snap at her again. She wanted him to open up, even if that meant carving a piece of her worries out first. 

“Alright,” Billy turned towards her curiously, “What’s on your mind?” He asked her softly as his blue eyes observed her. She paused as she held her fingertips together, feeling a little nervous as she looked ahead at the ocean as he had done. She thought of him as she watched the waves come crashing onto the shore.

“Sometimes I think I enjoy drinking,” She admitted, feeling a little ashamed as the words rolled off of her tongue, “Like I want to drink. All the time.” She continued to say, feeling like there was something heavy that was being lifted off of her chest. 

“So?” Billy’s question surprised her as she turned to face him. His eyebrows were raised high in amusement, his eyes sparkling as he watched her. He looked at her like she was silly, like she had nothing to worry about.

“I think that’s why I can’t sleep sometimes.” She pulled her fingers together, letting her nails sink into her flesh as she thought hard about how she’d lay awake for hours. Living with Sam had been a little bit easier, as there was clearly no alcohol hidden away. 

“You’re just freaking yourself out,” Billy told her quickly as he shut down her worries, “Your parents are both alcoholics. You’re just assuming the same is going to happen to you. It doesn’t matter how much you drink or when, just don’t get addicted.” He shrugged his shoulders, like it was that easy. She thought of how much he usually drank and nodded her head, thinking that he hadn’t been drinking that much recently. Maybe it really was that easy. 

“What if I already am?” She asked him hesitantly, almost fearing what the answer would be. She felt like she’d been avoiding this question for the longest time. It scared her to think about what the answer was. “You’re not,” He shook his head completely, like there was no way she could be, “You barely drink anyways. Don’t worry about it.” She breathed in deeply, nodding her head as she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

“What about you?” She asked him hesitantly, nudging him softly to try and draw his answer out. He shrugged his shoulders as he looked ahead. 

“I don’t have anything to admit.” He said at last as he pulled his knees up towards his chest. She watched him, feeling a little worried at the way his walls were built up heavily again. He was locking her out and she was beginning to fear what he was so secretive about. 

“Nothing at all?” She asked, feeling a little disappointed that her honesty did nothing to affect him. Whatever was going on with him, he didn’t want her to know about it. She felt defeated, like she had done something wrong to keep him from opening up to her. 

“Nope,” He shook his head, “I haven’t been drinking, no drugs and I feel fine.” He said with a soft grin. She stared into his eyes, noticing how the expression didn’t match. She chewed on her bottom lip.

“But there’s nothing else you want to discuss?” She asked him one more time. Billy closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply, his shoulders tightening as his features twitched in annoyance. She looked down, nervous that she would upset him again. 

“No,” He said sternly, more harshly, “I’m fine. Drop it. Please.” He added a little softer as he opened his eyes to look at her, a hint of desperation lingering on his features. Her mouth felt dry as she nodded, knowing she was getting nowhere.

She had no reason to try and pull apart his statement to see if he was hiding something. He really hadn’t been drinking, nor to her knowledge had he done any drugs despite the mushrooms. He had told her more than once that it was the only thing that he had done. She could tell how different he’d been acting, but she was beginning to believe it had more to do with what Sam had spoken of. It made her nervous, sad even. She had no knowledge about these types of things, she had no idea how she could help him. 

For some reason her mind flashed to Dakota, but she quickly brushed that away. She knew it was her own insecurity speaking up for some reason. Perhaps it was because of her newfound reassurance with her drinking habits. Her mind just needed something to worry about, even though she knew it was a ridiculous thought. She didn’t know how to feel about any of this, it was all so new. So fresh. 

However, she did understand one truth. Whatever Billy was hiding, he did not want her to know. 

[spartanguard]

sons of love and death, 2/13 {CSSNS 23}

Summary: After the Final Battle, Killian Jones had finally settled into his happily ever after with his wife and family. Until a new foe arrived in Storybrooke: the infamous Dorian Gray, who looks rather familiar—one might say identical—to the pirate, and he’s on a mission: to claim the powers of the Dark One for himself. There’s only one problem: the Dark One no longer exists. What follows is a journey of vengeance, revelations, magic, and finally facing down the darkness within himself that Killian thought he’d finally put to rest. [roughly canon divergent from 5B, though set post-canon]

A/N: Time for the next chapter of this year’s @cssns​ story! (I plan to update every Wednesday :D ) Thank you for the warm reception to the first part; hope you enjoy this next one as well! Also: A shout-out to my writing crew on Discord; thank you for all your support as I've worked on this!!!! (And eternal thanks to the best beta, @optomisticgirl​!)

rated M | 2.6k words | AO3 | 1

"That's not Killian."

"Are you sure?" David sounded skeptical of Emma’s statement, but she had no clue why.

"Of course I'm sure; he’s my freaking husband. That's not him," she insisted, pointing to the (admittedly handsome) stranger in the cell.

For starters, Emma had literally just left Killian at the library; there was no way he'd have had the time to start a fight with Leroy at Granny's AND get arrested in the span of 5 minutes. (At least, not anymore.)

Second, she would know him anywhere, any time, in any world. Even the haggard version of Killian she’d met in the Wish Realm was undeniably him.

So while this clearly hungover man looked and sounded like Killian, she knew it wasn't. There was nothing but anger deep in this man's eyes—a look Killian hadn't had in ages. She briefly entertained the possibility he was cursed, or that this was some kind of glamour spell or time travel, but then she took a closer look at his face: the scar was all wrong—it was deeper and cut a jagged line into his left cheek; Killian's was light and curved down the right side. And to top it all off, he had two hands.

But that only raised another question.

"Who are you?"

"Finally, one of you idiots doesn't pretend to know me." A chill went down her spine; it was Killian's voice, alright, but with more venom and spite than his ever had in the time she’d known him. And the accent was ever so slightly different—less of a lilt and more of an edge.

"I'll ask again: who are you?" She'd gotten pretty good at reading Killian, but it was proving near impossible with this guy (further proof that it was not her favorite pirate).

"How about you tell me who everyone thinks I am?" There was a challenge in his tone.

"Nope." No way was she letting him find out about Killian if he didn’t already know. "Why are you here, then?"

"That's my business." His face suddenly turned dark—well, darker—and she grew fearful. Because even though she knew he was a different person, he was starting to remind her an awful lot of the man she found hiding under some bodies in the Enchanted Forest, who was willing to burn heaven and hell to get his revenge.

"You made it our business when you came into this town," David supplied. "Either tell us why you're here, and maybe we can help you, or let us escort you out of town."

A sudden rage came over the man, and he jumped up and grabbed at the cell's bars. "I'm not leaving until I've taken what's mine!" A fire burned in his eyes as he shouted.

No, wait—that was actual fire. His hands began to glow a hot red-orange and she heard a distinct hissing sound. Two jaws dropped as the man melted the metal in his hands and then some, giving him an easy exit.

He angrily stepped through the hole he'd just made and began to stride out of the station. David attempted to grab him, but the man twisted away and turned to give them both a menacing look.

"Stay out of my way and leave the Dark One to me," he warned. A moment later, he appeared to be engulfed in flames, and the next, he was gone. Emma exchanged a look of shock with her father.

"Definitely not Hook."

“Duh,” she deadpanned. But she was stuck on something else. "The Dark One?"

"He must not know."

They didn't get a chance to process the encounter before the station phone was ringing. David answered it and hung up not a minute later, sighing.

"Speaking of."

"Gold?"

"Yeah. Turns out his shop got ransacked last night."

"Shit. And I bet we know who did it."

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So he had a doppelganger in this town; that was why everyone seemed to know him. He had transported to a spot down the street from the pawn shop and was mulling over this new detail as he made his way there, lighting a fresh cigarette as he went. He relished the fact that he'd made some trouble for his lookalike. And maybe he could use that to his advantage here.

The door still hung ajar at the pawn shop when he arrived and he could hear someone shuffling around inside. He had to pause and take a moment to calm himself down���after centuries, he was finally only feet away from his quarry; he couldn't let his hot temper get in the way right now.

As quietly as he could, he stepped toward the entryway and looked in. A graying man was poking around and muttering, leaning on a cane and inspecting the damage. Why didn’t he just wave his hand and fix it all? Surely the Dark One would have no issue with magic as small as that.

A horrific thought entered his mind: what if the power of the Dark One was void in this realm? And that was why he had a hard time sensing it? He finally got a glimpse of the crippled man’s face: it was definitely Rumpelstiltskin. But he’d yet to pick up any full traces of that dark magic.

“I know you’re there, dearie,” a voice with a distinct brogue called out. Smirking, he stepped through the threshold.

He finally stood to face-to-face with his longtime prey. Rumpelstiltskin stared back; he looked nothing like how a Dark One should appear, though—he was utterly and completely normal.

“Captain, this is highly unusual.” In his reverie, he missed the look of recognition in the Dark One’s eyes.

Captain? Well that was a juicy little tidbit. Perhaps there’d be an adjoining vessel with which to hightail it out of here. “Just seeing how you liked my handiwork.”

Only a few feet of rubble-covered wood floor separated the two. “Are you here about your hand, or is there some other reason you’ve decided to break into and ransack my shop? I thought we were done, for good.”

Hand? He quickly thought back to the appendage in a jar and made sure both of his were out of sight as he meandered across the shop, pausing to lean against the counter. “I think there’s something else you can help me with, Dark One.”

“Really? Still using that title.” Rumpeltstiltskin gave a self-satisfied smirk that looked far too natural on his face.

Careful to use his right hand (the one in the jar was a left, he’d noticed), he took the dying cigarette from his teeth and put it out in the wood of the counter. Anger rose in his chest at his foe's cockiness and lack of fear—that wasn’t something he was used to. “Where is the dagger?” he asked, voice low.

“The dagger?” Rumpelstiltskin bore an incredulous expression, but the confusion only set off his own anger (so much for trying to collect himself). In a flash, he was at the other man’s throat, the beginnings of a ball of fire forming in his palm just inches from the Dark One’s face.

“Where is your dagger?” he growled again, emphasizing each word.

A stream of emotions flitted across the apparent Mr. Gold’s face: confusion, anger, fear, and finally realization.

“Who are you?” he sputtered out.

“The man who’s going to take your power.” His voice was barely more than a rasp at this point; he was too close to back down now.

To his utter shock, the Dark One laughed. It took him by surprise, and the fireball fizzled out before it had even finished forming. 

But he regained composure. “You find your demise funny?”

“I know who you are; you've been dogging me for years. But you’re too late, by quite some time. There is no Dark One; not anymore.”

He pulled back, jaw slack. Out of all the scenarios he’d envisioned, he hadn’t even contemplated this. “Impossible.”

“I’ll let the sheriff explain.”

Seemingly on cue, Emma from the station barged through the open door, gun raised and leveled at his chest. As if that would do anything. He was about to knock back the weapon with a wave of his hand, but something in her steely gaze gave him pause.

She didn’t fuck around, he could tell. But he wasn’t about to let some small-town cop spoil his quest. He guessed she had been nothing more than a jailer back in the Enchanted Forest—he knew well enough how the curse worked. So she was certainly no match for him.

"Look, darling, like I said—this doesn’t involve you.” He walked toward her, adopting a softer tone, as if speaking to a pet. “Now, I’d hate to ruin that pretty face of yours. But if you won’t leave me be, sweetheart, then you leave me no choice."

Another fireball appeared in his hand and he shot it toward the sheriff. But she deflected it with a jerk of her arm and a pulse of white light. Of course the law enforcement had magic, he thought with a sigh. Just then, the male sheriff arrived; could he do the same?

"Who the hell are you?" she asked with a confident but stern voice.

"Well ain't that the question of the hour." She was staring daggers at him. "You can read my name when it’s engraved on the Dark One’s dagger," he threw back, gesturing at Rumpelstiltskin. "Run along now; this is between us." He waved her off.

She wasn’t fazed. Instead, she smirked, taking a thick black bracelet her partner offered. "You know what this does?"

"No clue." He didn't have time for games, but before he knew it, she'd slipped it onto his wrist. 

He tried to conjure it off—burn through it, melt it, anything—but nothing happened; it was as if his magic was blocked. "What the fuck?" Tugging was no use, either. "What did you do?" he roared.

Smoothly, she cuffed him—with actual handcuffs this time. Before they left, she looked over at the former Dark One. “Is there any way to tell—”

“Yes, indeed.” A yank of his head and a prick of pain on his scalp told him that Rumpelstiltskin had taken some of his hair.

“What the hell do you need that for?” His query fell on deaf ears.

“I’ll require the Captain’s, too,” his foe told the sheriff, who nodded in assent.

He was unceremoniously shoved outside and into the back of the squad car. “Don’t you have to read me my rights in this country?” he protested.

“Yeah. You have the right to shut up.”

Surprising himself, he complied. The weight of what he’d been told moments earlier was just beginning to settle in: there was no more Dark One. As preposterous as it sounded, it made sense: there were no traces of the Darkness, or even magic, on Rumpelstiltskin, and nothing as dark as what he sought anywhere here. A sense of emptiness consumed him as he realized his life's purpose, his lone goal, simply ceased to exist. 

What now?

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The wail of the siren was a rude and somewhat jarring intrusion on the peace and quiet of the library. Killian nearly dropped the book he was reshelving—part of his new role as assistant librarian—and Belle was interrupted from her processing of returned items. Both watched the squad car speed by, then exchanged a concerned look.

"They...they were coming from the direction of the shop," Belle stated, shakily. After everything had been resolved with the Darkness and everyone returned to the land of the living, he and the former Dark One had come to an uneasy peace, mainly for the sake of Belle. She was his closest friend in town, outside of his in-laws, and they would always share a unique bond in their love affairs with the Dark One; hers was far longer than his, although his own dabble with the Darkness made his (and Emma’s) a bit more intense. 

And in the varying events of their lives since—Gideon’s (traumatic) birth, his and Emma’s wedding, the fight against the Black Fairy, Henry’s departure, and everything else—they’d been by each other’s sides, even going so far as to work together at the library. (Emma had offered him a position at the station, but was more than understanding when Belle’s counteroffer won out, knowing how it would sate his constant craving for knowledge.) Belle was like the little sister he’d never had, and he felt protective over her.

So that was why, without hesitation, he set the books down and stepped toward the door. "Shall we?"

She quickly joined him and they raced outside and down the street to the shop. He wasn't surprised to see the door hanging open, but the lack of a doorknob altogether was surprising, as well as what looked like puddles of solid metal on the ground.

"Rumple! Are you alright?" Belle shouted as she ran into the arms of the man in question. Glass crunched underfoot and Killian had to admit, it was an impressive mess.

"Who came to exact their revenge this time?" he asked dryly. He never agreed to liking his former adversary—only the barest level of civility.

"Ahh, of course you'd know the signs of vengeance anywhere," Gold snarled back. In a few surprisingly short strides, the man was in front of Killian and reached up to yank a few hairs from his head.

"Rumple!" Belle admonished.

"What the hell was that for, mate? It wasn't me." Killian cursed Gold further internally while rubbing at the now-sore spot on his scalp.

"I know that. But there's something else we have to figure out." Rumpelstiltskin placed the hairs in a vial from his jacket, which had a few others in there already. "Belle, my darling, will you help me with something?"

"Of course," she immediately replied, but Killian could see confusion and a bit of worry on her face. Her husband may have lost his powers and was no longer under the influence of the darkness, but it had still shaped his personality over the centuries and no one but Belle knew if he had any true remaining malevolence.

"Now why don't you run along to the station, Captain. I think there's something there of interest to you." Killian didn't like the threatening tone that came his way, but he nodded his assent and bid Belle goodbye.

As he rushed across town, he felt uneasy about what was waiting at the station; regardless of what he'd been told, his concern was directed at Emma before himself. He couldn't bear the thought of some evil attaching itself to or going after her again, and it was nothing good that melted that doorknob and trashed the store.

By the time he was within a block of the station, he was sprinting, fear consuming him as his imagination ran faster than his feet. "Emma!" he shouted as he threw open the station door and ran in.

To his relief, she seemed untouched, and was deep in conversation with David and whoever was in one of the station's cells.

"Hey, is everything alright?" she asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

"If you're fine, then yes," he sighed into her hair. "Gold told me to come here; I was worried."

She pulled back to study his face, and he could see the trepidation on her face. "Swan, what is it?"

Before she could answer, a familiar voice called out from the cell—perhaps too familiar. "What the actual fuck?"

Killian looked at the prisoner and began to wonder if his eyesight was finally failing him or if there was some kind of magic afoot, because he may as well have been looking in a mirror at the form identical to his behind the bars.

"Bloody hell."

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[eludin-muses]

Chat Chat: finn and niserie

"Just a minute," Finn called behind his shoulder as the bell to The Raven's Message twinkled, signaling a patron. Niserie curiously gazed all around, her hazel eyes flickering to all kinds of various herbs, tomes, and other magical products. Soon, Finn descended a staircase to meet her, of course after completing a recipe to ship. "How can I help you this evening?" he asked politely. "Are you looking for a potion, a specific ingredient? We have it all, if not I will hunt it down for you." She nodded. "Do you have something that could enhance a weapon's power? I know it sounds vague but there's a monster I've been wanting to hunt down." Finn's interest was instantly piqued-of course he'd gotten requests aplenty for something like this, however, hearing an adventurer's quest was another thing that made the job all the more worthwhile. "Yes, of course. On top of that, I also have potions for your defense in that case, and one to restore strength," he said, motioning for the elf to follow him toward a row of shelves farther in the back. Various shaped vials, bottles and flasks filled with multi-colored liquids adorned them. "They will be an extra charge if you choose to add them, though." Niserie mulled it over, but couldn't seem to make a decision, internally scolding herself-for Pete's sake she had a boyfriend who lived and breathed this stuff! Sensing her hesitation, Finn stepped forward and plucked a dark colored vial from the shelf. "This one is a buff potion. It lasts a good while, 20-30 minutes. Drink it and you'll be landing some heavy hits no matter the foe," he explained, holding it up. "It's made with the claw of a dragon and feather of a griffin among other things. Goes for 595 Jydro." Niserie took it from him to take a look, frown playing on her lips. As she was again thinking about it, Finn went to rummage through the shelves for some other choices, but he couldn't help but wonder. "What is this creature you're facing? It might give me a general idea of how to serve you." Niserie blinked, and peered up toward him. "Well, for starters, it's just a rumor. A friend of mine wants me to investigate some disturbances within Midasay Forest-" Finn stopped her almost immediately. "Midasay Forest? You are bringing a party, right? I've been there to harvest ingredients. Some of the creatures I've seen are no joke and my magic skills aren't up to par either! And that disturbance, I wouldn't put past it being what I think it is. I've read up on it. The Univaus." The silence that hung in the air confirmed everything he needed to know. Shaking his head, he turned and again went back to finding the perfect mixture for this patron--no matter how crazy she may have seemed. "I can handle it," Niserie insisted. "I'm not just some lowly elf, I've been through more you can imagine." Finn paused, arms gathered with various bottles. Whirling, he got a good look at her face. "These should work, I'll calculate the totals. Who are you? Rather, who am I making this order out to?" Placing the potions upon his workstation desk, Finn dipped a quill into some ink. "Niserie Reythana," she told him. "I'm not from here." His demeanor changed just as quick, scribbling her name onto worn paper. Now he knew. "I've heard about you. Listen, I commend your bravery and your story, but please, if you really do plan going into Midasay Forest alone-" "Nothing's going to stop me," she told him. Her tone left no argument. "If that disturbance turns out to be something that can harm somebody, I can't let it go." Finn sighed, resigning to the fact. Many times he'd come across reckless customers and he'd feared they would reap what they sowed. In the end, he'd never really know. "Very well. These potions should cover all of your bases: defense, offense, and restoration." He watched her carefully, that resolve never left her eyes as she took the bag and turned on her heel. Seems as what the fellow named Wulfric told him was right - she was determined and let nothing get in her way.

[helenadurazzo]

Marie and Sebastian

Just a quick disclaimer before I talk about the relation these two have with each other that this will be a more negative take on Sebastian’s character with the distrust Marie has of him so if you are a Sebastian fan, either read with caution, don’t read, or wait for whenever I do Sebastian and Phineas’ story

I started this idea through my rewrite of Phineas’ story as the main character of Hogwarts Legacy since I played through a game with him. I have also started one with Marie to get an appearance for her and eventually get pictures of her with the Hogwarts setting. This made me think more about how Marie would act if she was in the scenario or in her canon role as a side character. Unlike Marie, she has no emotional ties to Sebastian as they were classmates and nothing more which fuels her attitude towards him as he strays further away.

For starters, if Phineas can believe that Sebastian isn’t going too far and that his fascination with the dark arts was just his way of trying to help Anne, Marie would see the signs right away and sense that it was truly becoming his passions. Interestingly enough, Marie and Sebastian were born to parents with similar interests, with Sebastian’s parents both being professors and Marie’s parents both being magical historians, and in turn, both Sebastian and Marie developed a passion for books and learning. Yet Marie found in quite concerning when she heard that Sebastian was gaining a fascination with what he read from the books in the Restricted Section and the Dark Arts, knowing they were surely too alluring to turn back from once you partook in them.

Now as of right now, Marie does not canonically witness Sebastian use any of the unforgivable curses. However, I do feel like Phineas slips once and tells her about one of the times, likely when Sebastian used imperio to save Anne from the attack. Marie would find this quite perplexing asking why he simply could not have used expelliarmis or depulso to protect Anne and why his first instinct was an unforgivable curse of all things. Phineas attempted to brush her concerns off saying it was not that deep and his friend simply panicked, even though he also does not approve of the unforgivable curses, but Marie was not convinced as the moment proved her points that Sebastian’s dubious acts were only getting worse and worried he will hurt someone if he continues on his path.

I still need to rewrite this scene but Solomon’s true death is certainly going to be a secret between Anne, Sebastian, Phineas, and Ominis, as none of them have the strength to turn him in to the authorities, with Anne coming up with the lie that Solomon died in his sleep. For this, I will be going along with it as if Marie is the MC since I feel like she never canonically learns the truth about what happened in those catacombs, but Marie would turn him in without a hesitation. She would have claimed that when it wasn’t about curing Anne, Sebastian could be rather selfish and single minded with went at the harm of others, and without a lack of connection, would feel no grief.

After Phineas and Sebastian go on a quest to find Isadora’s memories, Phineas would want to go for someone for comfort after the tense arguments that were bubbling and found himself going to Marie, telling her as much as he could without putting her in danger, knowing she did not deserve to be caught in the crossfire he was in. It would be one of the first times Marie would see Phineas truly vulnerable and would canonically prove Marie’s fears that Sebastian was going to far, beginning Phineas to see reason and not let himself get hurt before it is too late. Acknowledging his many years long friendship with Sebastian, but fearing it was turning toxic and ruinous.

And that’s really all I got right now, sorry it’s primarily just rambling but I had to get some of these ideas out. In my storyline, Phineas does remain friends with Sebastian causing Marie to interact with him more so that timeline needs to be analyzed more. I also want to work with the parallels Marie finds herself in when dealing with her own son (if you know you know and if you don’t perhaps I’ll make that post soon enough)

[vinegar-on-main]

you ALSO get my longest inbox fic to date!!!!!!!!!!!! wrote this one around halloween so it features neimi and colm experiencing a few spooks in the ch 11 abandoned fort...

Neimi didn’t hate a lot of things.

She liked to think she was open-minded. Willing to try new things, step outside her comfort zone, all that. But this fort? Oh, she hated this fort. It felt like a perfect combination of awful things specifically designed to set off every single alarm in her head.

For starters, it was dark. Oh, Goddess, was it dark. She could hardly see a few feet in front of her, which was an issue, since seeing things from a distance usually helped with her whole archery thing. Sure, there was the odd torch on the wall, but they barely helped pierce through the blanket of shadow that seemed to cloak the entire fortress.

And it would’ve been bad enough if it was Grado troops or some band of mercenaries they were fighting. But noooo, it had to be monsters. The horrifying things were usually so full of holes or lacking in skin that her arrows often didn’t even have places to land on them. That already made them difficult enough to fight, but Neimi’s unfortunate tendency to freeze up the instant one noticed her was certainly not assisting matters. The fact that the entire fort was shrouded in a thick fog wasn’t helping her nerves any, either. She couldn’t help but feel something would jump out at her any mome-

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Neimi? Y-”

“AAAH?!” Neimi shot around, bow primed at whatever just-

Oh. It was Colm.

…right. Colm had accompanied her down here. He spent so much time lurking behind pillars or under tables she sometimes forgot he was there.

…now that she was thinking about it, that probably wasn’t helping her nerves any, either.

“Oh…. it’s just you. Hello, Colm.” Neimi shakily responded as she lowered her bow. Him being there helped ease her fears, if only a little. She knew he would be there to back her up, no matter what. And just knowing someone was with her was… calming.

Colm looked around the fort disappointingly. “Guess the kid wasn’t kidding when he said this place was abandoned. Not a single thing worth taking in this whole darn fort. Just a bunch of rusted weapons and old books.”

He kicked a nearby dustball as if to emphasize his point. “With all the stories I’d heard about this place, you’d figure there’d be something worthwhile here.” Colm mumbled under his breath

“…Stories?” Neimi tilted her head. This was the first she heard of this.

Colm looked up, surprised. “You haven’t heard? Really?” Neimi nodded.

Colm’s grin turned mischievous, which was yet another thing to add to the list of why Neimi was so high-strung right now. “Do you want me to tell you it?” he asked. Neimi’s grip on her bow tightened. “I… suppose? It’s not… scary, is it?”

Colm shrugged. “Eh. A little. Its ab-”

“S-Stop! Stop right there!” Neimi blurted out. “A scary story is the last thing I need to hear right now!” She quickly turned on her heel and started to walk off, directly into a particularly thick segment of fog. She only now noticed just how loudly the floorboards were creaking and how the shadows cast by the wall-mounted candles danced to form all sorts of terrible things just in her peripheral vision and how-

She hurriedly walked back to Colm. Listening through the story was much more preferable then… whatever awaited her in the mist. Besides, she wanted to stick with him. “…Okay, fine, tell me the story.” Neimi relented.

Colm snickered, and quickly went to grab a nearby torch on a wall, holding it directly under his face for extra spook factor. “So…”

“A long, long time ago, this fort used to be bustling with soldiers. It was the nosy well-secured point on all of Caer Pelyn. One evening, all the troops were preparing for a battle that would tale place in just a few days. They all went to bed, prepared. But, that very night, people say an enemy mage snuck in, and cursed one of the soldiers. He went mad, and started going on a rampage on his fellow army-men. They were all asleep, so they could do nothing to stop him. Some say that the sickening laugh the mad soldier cackled as he chopped down his fellow soldiers can still be heard echoing down the halls of this fort to this d-“

…wah-ha-ha…!

The same laugh that Colm described suddendly boomed down the hall behind them, leaving the archer holding her bow in a white-knuckle death grip as she resisted the urge to scream. She looked behind her swiftly, to see that (mercifully) there was nothing behind her, just a hall. She angrily turned back to Colm.

“V-very funny, Colm! You probably got… Lute or someone to go down there and do that laugh when… you…” The argument died on Neimi’s lips as she saw that Colm had practically gone pale, any sense of playfulness that was there before completely absent from his face.

“I… that wasn’t…” Colm started as he took a wary step towards where the laugh had came from. He heard.. something, and quickly grabbed Neimi’s hand, desperate for some sort of comfort.

Neimi squeezed it as she leaned towards the opening in the hall, attempting to get a better look.

On the wall beyond them danced a shadow, likely illuminated by a torch further down, raising an axe. They both decided to flee before finding out who was holding said axe, sprinting towards the fort entrance as quickly as their feet would allow them.

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“GWAH-HA-HA!” Dozla boomed as he swung his axe down directly onto a revenant’s head, causing it to roll across the floor like a bowling ball. His axe collided on the floor below with a resonating SHHING.

L’Arachel clapped furiously at the sight. “Oh, wonderful show, Dozla! That’s one more beast vanquished from this world!”

Dozla lifted his ace back up with a huff. “Its almost a shame, Lady L’Arachel. These beasts are hardly worth the effort. They fall to a single axe swing! What a waste!”

L’Arachel nodded solemnly. “I understand, Dozla. But regardless of how weak they are, we must clear every abomination from this place! It is our-“

She was cut off by… some sort of sound. Was it… screaming? She quickly looked towards Dozla, who looked just as surprised. Just as soon as they noticed it, it was followed by hurried footsteps, away from them. L’Arachel looked to Dozla, confused.

“You… heard that too, didn’t you?” L’Arachel questioned. Dozla nodded. “Who in blazes would wander into a place like this, though…?” He questioned.

L’Arachel waved dismissively. “Well, whoever they are, hopefully they realized how dangerous it is here and scurried off.” She excitedly pointed to a skeleton behind Dozla, who looked rather frightened upon being noticed, after seeing what had befallen their undead partner. “Ooh, get that one next, Dozla! Show them no mercy!”

“Gwah-ha-ha! Whatever you ask of me, Lady L’Arachel, I shall do!” Dozla laughed heartily as he charged toward the skeleton, who was now sorely regretting clawing out of the ground this morning.

If I brought Colm and Neimi into this map this would be so canon.

I love Colm being the mischievous big brother it’s so cute

[jundlcndwastes]

& VARIOUS QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. | ❛ can't sleep? ❜ ( for august ! ) asked by @aintashes

❝ More like on watch. ❞ August's head rolled to the side so that he could look over in Daryl's direction, a little smile playing on his lips. It didn't matter if he felt the weight of the day resting heavy behind his eyelids, he wasn't going to close them until he knew his daughter was going to be okay through the night.

He understood fully that she wasn't a little girl anymore battling the flu and was scared to be alone because she didn't understand why she felt so bad. God, he remembered those nights, letting her crawl into bed with him so he could monitor her. She seemed to sleep soundly once she was curled up next to him clutching her favorite stuffed animal. Even if she was much older now and able to sleep without him there, something inside of him still tugged at him, insisting that he needed her to get through the night without any fear.

August exhaled slowly through his lips as he tried imagining what she had been through. He was still in the dark as he waited for her to feel comfortable enough to let him in on it all. ❝ You try hard to protect your kid and when you can't . . . ya know, I can't even begin to tell you how it feels. It's like you failed them. It don't matter how old they get either. That's still my little girl in there and she's afraid to sleep because if she closes her eyes, she can't watch her own back. Speaks volumes about what's happened to her. ❞

[rottmnt-hc]

So anyone writing a Human!Turtles in a Pokemon world fic? (I found one for Arceus but I lost it, will definitely link once found.)

Mikey's starter is definitely a Vulpix, don't ask me why.

Mikey wants to do the Gym challenge to become champion and tells his brothers, who supports him.

Donnie and Leo wants to join in as well.

Leo's starter is definitely Zorua

Donnie's starter is either Kadabra or an electric type.

Raph wants to join but literally all Pokemon he's encountered so far is afraid of him, he knows that if he goes with his brothers it'll be difficult to build a team.

Lou Jitsu (Hamato Yoshi's) team is Ratacate, Gallade, Torterra, Carracosta, Torkle, and Froufrou.

The Hamato Clan run a gym mostly for Fairy or Psychic types, but Yoshi didn't like that and ran off.

Big Mama is technically the Giavonni of this world, let's say new region.

Barry is a Pokemon Scientist that prefers the company of Pokemon over humans...the Hamatos being the only exception.

Barry is also studying Raph to find out why Pokemon fear him, no luck.

Mikey convinces Raph to join them, mostly cause he wants his older brother to enjoy being out and about.

It doesn't start out well considering his Brothers Partners are afraid of him.

It takes a few days but each Partner finds comfort in Raph.

Mikey asked his Vulpix (which he named Petunia) why they seemed to be afraid of Raph.

According to the Pokemon, it seems their brother has a dangerous aura despite being the sweetest.

Raph feels awful while watching his family, he's happy for them but he feels an ache in his chest from watching them and their partners.

Of course there's the guilt when they introduce him to an addition to the team.

Raph even flat out fought a few strong pokemon himself, at least their not afraid of him.

(honestly I don't picture giving Raph a Pokemon this early, he'll mostly get one when he's on his own. I'm stuck on what to give him though. Mewtwo? F!Ralts? Bunnery? Haunter? God it's hard cause a lot would fit him.)

Championships

Mikey: Ninetails, Steelix, Garados, Lucario, Toucannon, and Esper.

Leo: Zorouark, Lucario, Morgrem, Liepard, Whimsicott, Klefki

Donnie: (either Alakazam or Magnazone), Lucario (shiny), Slowking, Stoutland, Mightyena, Umbreon.

Raph watches with the crowd outside the arena because he does indeed make Pokemon Nervous.

His brothers didn't win but he's there to pick them up and lift their spirits.

He meets their new friend (and champion) April, who immediately thought he was sketchy due to Mayhem's reaction to him, but finds out about his aura.

Mayhem doesn't hate him, but he doesn't want him near. Which the Pokemon itself can't help but finds ways to make it up to the big guy.

Leo took the loss the hardest (competitive bastard) and was an overall jerk until finally saying something he hadn't meant to Raph.

Before Leo could take it back, his older brother walked out the house and walked away.

No this isn't where he gets a Pokemon sadly, but the Pokemon see him crying alone in the dark.

Few approach him and finally calmed down enough to go home, he thanks them Pokemon and starts trekking home.

He meets April, who's still weary of him, and quietly joins her.

April immediately noticed something up and begins talking to him, she finds him adorable and has adopted him as a younger brother. (She was going to anyway, but she had to feel him out)

Raph didn't trust it immediately so he kept a safe distance between them even helping Barry with out of town work.

On a delivery, that's when he meets a Pokemon that won't stop following him, Eevee.

Honestly he doesn't believe this Pokemon wants him until she literally bites his cheek one day.

He named her Hunny, and she was the first of a few Pokemon to come to him.

(Hunny was one of the Pokemon to see him cry, none others will join)

[musesofthemoon]

I posted 346 times in 2022

That's 274 more posts than 2021!

149 posts created (43%)

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I tagged 342 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

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#you don't even have to reply to this or anything my brain just got the muse way later than it should have rip

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey y’all! Got some icons set up for the twins, so like if you want a thread with either of them!

6 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

@dcviated​ 

"Cecilia? Good morning... I didn't expect to see you here this early." Raguna takes a pause in the clearing of his field, shouldering the scythe to pass a quizzical smile to the young elf. "Russell knows you're out and about, right?"

It’s not as though Cecilia wouldn’t have liked to see Raguna around town on any other day. She would be happy, usually, but she was a little unhappy to see that her plan to try and sneak around the fields wasn’t going to work. She wanted to see one of the bigger caves today, just so she could be seen as a Big Girl! She knew no one would really let her go on her own, especially not to Toros... 

She couldn’t let Raguna know that, though...

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6 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#3

@offlyingwater​ || s.c.

Ever since her trip to Wonderland, Ai had found it more difficult to find herself at any sort of beach. Sure, even going to it before was rare, usually once every year or two during the summer, and it was always a longer trip since her parents didn’t want the children on the coast with the Pillar of Darkness, having to instead go to the other side of Sadoshima in order to go at all.

Considering how hard at work the twins’ parents had been as of recent, she found herself missing those trips. Sure, it wasn’t like she wanted to distract them, considering they’ve always been hard workers, and the world still had the promise of threat looming over its head, but it still felt lonelier than ever, the fond memories seeming to be a catalyst for it. So, the one person she could think to just vent to, as she’s sure Yu probably feels some sort of similar way to her already, is Clear.

She certainly looks a bit dramatic, although she doesn’t plan on acting so horribly sad the whole time they talk, its hard to be super cheerful as this weighs on her. “Hey Clear? Is it selfish to feel sad about something you know you can’t do right now?”

6 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#2

Onion Cookie heard of the new cookie making their home in the village. She always seemed to hear things, since no one but Blackberry Cookie could quite speak with her. She always begged them not to leave when they finished their conversations, but no one ever seemed to listen. Nevertheless, she wished to keep trying. She wanted to make at least one friend, if she could...

The cookie in question was caught in the little ghost’s sights, which she soon made her way over to. She found it somewhat difficult to figure out just how to get the Cookie’s attention, especially since he wasn’t looking in her direction, so she opted to speak, in hopes of finally finding someone to hear her. “Helloooooo?” she asked, her voice slightly shaking with a mixture of anticipation, and fear of rejection.

@frostchilld

6 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@frostchilld | s.c.

She knows she has something great to show Sherbet Cookie today. Because today, she found something she’d never quite seen before, especially for being outside in the climate she lived in. The excitement is clear on her face as she opens the door to her friend’s home, almost bursting at the seams as she tries to hide what she’s holding. It’s a flower, a little yet vibrant flower. She’d heard of them, sure, but she’d never seen one for herself before, since it was always so cold in their little village. So her discovery felt so very exciting!

“Sherbet Cookie, I found something really cool when I was exploring today!” she chirps, though still keeping one hand behind her back. “But you have to guess. Can you guess what I got?” She knew she was probably too excited about something so small, and yet she didn’t care. She wanted him to see it too, since who knew when he’d be able to go out in order to find something like this? He deserved to have the chance to see the world, even if it was through someone else’s means.

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[bijoupreciieux]

◤‧₊˚⭐️🎶˚₊‧⁺˖◢ valyria  finds  herself  frozen,  aquamarine  eyes  wide  and  staring  down  at  where  the  fossilized  dragon  egg  has  landed,  cracking  on  impact  against  the  floor,  a  small  piece  even  chipping  off  .  she  saw  her  papa  holding  it  once  before,  he  made  it  look  as  light  as  a  feather  —  but  she  failed  to  take  into  consideration  that  he  was  an  adult  &&  she  is  a  little  child.  it  didn't  feel  at  all  as  light  as  a  feather,  it  felt  like  it  weighed  a  thousand  pounds.  her  hands  shook  in  the  few  short  seconds  she  managed  to  hold  it  at  all. 

the  five  year  old  didn't  ask  to  touch  and  handle  it.  but  valyria  had  tried  very  hard  to  be  very  careful,  and  she  wanted  to  be  independent.  her  hesitation  to  go &&  tell  her  father  doesn't  stem  from  a  place  of  fear,  her  papa  has  never  made  her  feel  afraid  of  him  even  when  she  does  get  in  trouble,  but  rather  from  a  place  of  concern  that  he'll  be  sad  and disappointed  in  her.  she's  so  anxious  she  doesn't  take  into  account  that  he  can  easily  fix  it,  and  without  need  of  a  wand  either.

her  stomach  is  in  absolute  knots  as  she  climbs  down  off  the  chair  she  was  using  to  reach  the  precious  egg.  valyria  knows  she  has  to  tell  him,  regardless  of  her  fear  of  his  disappoinment.  so  she  goes  in  search  of  him,  when  she  locates  him  she  grabs  his  sleeve  &&  gently  tugs  on  it;  so  light  one  might  think  she's  hoping  he  doesn't  notice  her  but  he  does.  the  dark-haired  child  keeps  her  gaze  averted. 

❝i  broke...i  broke  one  of...the  stone  eggs.❞  she  says  softly &&  with  shame  in  zoldrize,  slipping  into  their  shared  language  without  thinking  about  it.  she  makes  herself  look  up  at  him,  her  doe-eyes  welling  with  tears  of  guilt.  ❝one  of  the  albanian  crownhead  eggs,  i  tried  to  hold  it  but  it  was  too  heavy.  and  i  dropped  it  and  now  there's  a  big  crack  and  a  little  piece  came  off,  i'm  sorry.  i'm  so  sorry,  please  forgive  me  papa.  please  don't  hate  me.❞  she  cries,  her  body  shaking  and  she  struggles  to  breathe  properly  as  her  distress  rises. 

      random starter from valyria for rhaegar / @rhaegore

[equescaeli]

@heartsurpluss asked:

❝ I care not about what you've done. I Only care about you. ❞ - Terence MEME: 👻୧‿︵‿︵ SWEET NOTHINGS sentence starters

Mayhap Graegor had mercy 'pon him, enabling their survival through the difficulties Ultima had them face, mayhap it was retribution for all that had transpired at the Prince's own hand. Even now, with all in the past and a potentially positive future ahead of them, Dion simply couldn't let go on the vulgarities in which he had committed in the past.

Now, fragile in recovery from dire and near fatal wounds, Dion found ample time to ruminate 'pon all that had happened that he could recall. Dreams were oft soured with vicious nightmares, rest disturbed by vulgar patterns of torment drawn up from his subconscious; 't was clear, already, that he would not easily find peace in the new world that surrounded.

Yet there, through the darkness of the night and the fog of his mind was Terence- his dear Terence - who, despite the odds, had survived all in which was placed before him. Even now, Dion's love for him was unmatched, growing stronger with each passing hour. He was but his light in the darkness- his star among the dark clouds; and with an outstretched hand did he reach for him upon his approach to his bedside.

Tears well in eyes, softened tremble to his lower lip preceding the dainty sob that escaped lips against his will. Even with hands poised either side of his face and the gentleness of thumbs brushing aside tears that relented their grip 'pon his eyelashes did he feel painfully disconnected.

"I need you here-" His voice breaks, his person shaking from both cold and fear - consciousness churning a mixture of memories and horrors that weighed down his shoulders and drowned his heart. "---please, don't leave; the nightmares are relentless... she thinks me a monster, Terence... she must have forsaken me... I'm a monster."

He speaks of Greagor, and though he feels his soul weighted with sorrow he dares not whisper any prayers to her name for he is petrified of what he may feel in any response. His actions and killed so many, despite wanting precisely the opposite and for that he would never forgive himself; would she? Would those vicious nightmares one day cease when she decided that he had repented enough? Were they from her at all?

"I have naught left but you- pray, don't leave---" His voice falls to the smallest of whispers, eyes closing to allow further tears to seep down his cheeks as sobs nigh choke his throat and swell within his chest, pain caused by the strain against injured be damned; "Terence, please---"

[rescuefield-a]

@alphasou asked : ❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞

hospitals make her skin crawl now, her last experience in one being all but comfortable due to the circumstances that led her there in the first place. but since coming back from the island claire's been making an effort to be more present in her loved one's lives - counting her blessings for always having luck on her side and what not, it's all part of her supposed healing journey anyway.

knuckles knock against door lightly, "hope you're decent in here." she jokes, as if the poor guy was in the situation to do anything else beside pace around like a ghost. she's tempted to crack another one, an half apology for being the wrong redfield, but truth is that there wouldn't be any other person for claire to trust more with her brother - one way or another this visit was due. idle chatting follows, telling each other they're alright even though they're clearly going through their own personal shit, but claire doesn't insist preferring instead to change the subject - the irony of piers' new look is not lost on her for starters. "last time i saw you i left you looking like a scruffy kid and now you're on some futuristic shit." she observes, tone amused as if her heart wasn't hurting for the way this fight is slowly throwing all of them under the bus, just in more creative different ways.

then piers speaks, goes on a ramble about fear and it makes claire chuckle under her breath, glad that dark shades are hiding the look in her eyes. she knows all about fear. tried to stay above of it for the sake a kid when she was nineteen, laughed in the face of it when she was twenty-seven and almost dying in a pit of acid for a country that doesn't care about her; didn't get any better at thirty-two either, but that's the final nail in the coffin that claire loves to pretend oh so much it actually didn't matter at all. "is that supposed to reassure me or you?" she inquires then, genuinely curious about his answer. humans are peculiar creatures, that much she's known for a while... yet it never fails to surprise her.

"they're treating you well in here, right? nothing weird we should know of..." there's no point hiding the hint of concern in her tone - she knows all too well how these things go, so many people she cared about had been in this situation before and all taken away when least expected; better be safe than sorry at this point. "you know chris and i can arrange something else, it's not a problem."

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 9.3

Boatem had a new member. Joe introduced Foolish to all the Hermits in Boatem but didn’t stay long before heading off to see if he could help X with the server problem. Once Joe found out that Cleo was gone he was determined to find a way to get her back. Grian was glad that X was getting some help, and he couldn’t think of anyone better than Joe when it came to server magic.

Foolish was rather nice too. Unlike the other two Dream SMP members he actually seemed to have a head for building. Grian soon found himself deep in a conversation about design problems and building pallets. Foolish even commiserated with him over interiors.

Pearl and Scar agreed to help Foolish settle in but he seemed pretty capable on his own. He just needed a little help with material collection. Foolish chose to build his house in the space between Grian's house and Scar’s Landboat. He went with a design that used sandstone as the main wall color and used spruce wood for support structures and detailing.

Even though Scar was supposed to be the one helping, Grian couldn’t help it and found himself hanging around as Foolish built. Grian wasn’t supposed to do strenuous building yet but he could still watch. Foolish showed Grian the building plans before he started. It was of an impressive size for a starter house, one that didn’t look out of place next to Grian, Scar or Pearls ridiculously large starters. It was going to be a multi-tiered house that got bigger as it went up taking inspiration from medieval houses. A crooked tower came out of the side of the building on the second floor and broke through the roof.

Grian sat in a lawn chair in front of his house and watched Foolish build, Adjusting the sunglasses over his eyes as he looked up.

Foolish stood on the roof near the base of the half finished tower. A Cobbled deepslate foundation at the bottom gave way to smooth sandstone, spruce logs made up support pillars at intervals with empty spaces for widows between.

“Looking good,” Grian called up.

Foolish looked back, shading his eyes with his hand, and smiled. “It’s coming along… I’m running low on sandstone though. I am going to need more if I am going to finish the tower. He carefully slid down the roof and climbed down the scaffolding. He brushed his hands off at the bottom and walked over to where Grian sat so he could get a better look at the build. “It could use some detailing, maybe some more color.” Foolish muttered

“Copper might look good. Or maybe some leaves and plants.” Grian suggested.

“Window boxes. That’s a good idea.” Foolish announced, brightening up. Grian watched as Foolish collected some grass from the yard, replacing it with dirt so it could grow back. Foolish walked over to the side of the house, and grew to over double his previous size, before proceeding to build window boxes under the second story windows.

Grian started at the sudden change and almost fell out of his chair “Wait, what? How did you-?”

Foolish turned around and looked down at Grian, “Oh right, this.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “This is nothing. I usually stay small because it is more convenient, but it’s useful for building sometimes, especially detail work.” He shrunk back down to a ‘normal’ size and looked at his hands flexing them. “Honestly, I haven’t felt this good in over a century… maybe, Like this, I might even be able to-” he looked up at Grian, a new kind of resolve and hopefulness in his eyes. “Grian do you have any gold and some emeralds I can borrow. I need to try something.”

Grian hesitated. This was server magic. That could be dangerous. But he was also curious. He stood up and nodded, “I have a little, how much do you need?”

Foolish came over “Only two emeralds and two blocks of gold.”

“Alright,” Grian nodded “That’s easy enough. What are you planning to do with it?”

“Oh you’ll see,” Foolish said, grinning with barely contained excitement.

Grian had an uneasy feeling about this but Joe had said that this guy had a really solid grasp on server magic, better than anyone Joe had ever seen before, even himself. Grian decided to trust him, maybe he could learn something. Something that could help them fix the crack Grian had made.

Grian went inside his house and opened his ender chest. Taking out the materials requested he handed them to Foolish who had followed him.

Foolish took the materials outside and placed them on the ground. “Alright stay back this should only take a minute,” Foolish said.

Grian watched from the doorway of his house.

Foolish took a deep centering breath and closed his eyes. He held his hand out over the pile of gold and gems. There was a tingle in the air. Green sparks danced along Foolish’s arm and between his fingers. The sky grew overcast with dark clouds and a rumble of thunder sounded.

Foolish shouted a word in enchantment-table that Grian recognized as meaning “Life.” and he was momentarily blinded by a bright green flash of light.

Grian blinked looking around. The sun was out again, the sky clear and standing in front of Foolish was a little girl made of gold with emerald eyes.

Foolish went down on one knee, beaming and holding out a hand to her. “What’s your name?”

She blinked at his hand for a moment then smiled “My name is Genesis,” She said grinning up at Foolish.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Foolish chuckled and picked her up, turning to Grian, “Grian, meet my daughter, Genesis.”

Grian stared in shock, his head spinning. His daughter?

---

Xisuma Immediately felt it. Like someone had just reached in and yanked a piece of the server free. It left him breathless. It was violent, but also precise.

“You ok there?” Joe asked, leaning over the table from where he had been looking through some old books on server magic.

X looked up at Joe from across the table. Fear wavering in his eyes. “You said that our latest visitor had experience with server magic right?”

Joe nodded slowly and frowned, “Yeah, he didn’t seem that concerned about the consequences either. Said he was experienced enough to know how to avoid them.”

“I just felt a surge of server magic. It felt like something reaching in and ripping a piece of its heart out.” X’s brows furrowed and he rested his hand on his chest over his heart.

“It’s heart…?” Joe muttered

X stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor “Come on, we need to go to Boatem and figure out what’s going on.”

---

X and Joe arrived in Boatem to find Foolish surrounded by the other Boatem members asking him excited questions while George and Skeppy watched from the roof of Skeppy’s house. X caught the concerned look Grian gave him as they approached.

Foolish turned around and for the first time X noticed the little girl in his arms. He didn’t need to ask to know she wasn’t an npc. She was a Player. A player who was a child? That was impossible. The second thing he noticed was that her energy matched that of the server.

He pulled up his GUI and checked Tab. She was there. She was listed as Genesis. Not only that but she was whitelisted, and unlike the other Dream SMP members, the server didn’t think she was one of the hermits.

Foolish furrowed his brow with concern, “Xisuma, what’s wrong?”

X snapped himself out of it and looked up at Foolish “What did you do?”

Foolish blinked. He looked genuinely confused. “Um, this is my daughter Genesis.”

“He made her out of some gold and emeralds twenty minutes ago.” Grian clarified.

“Um- Foolish,” Joe started carefully. “You know that’s not normal right?”

Foolish frowned holding his daughter closer.

“What we mean to say is that Players shouldn’t be able to make other Players.” X tried to explain.

“Just because you haven’t figured out how to do it doesn’t make it wrong. You wouldn’t understand, you've never been a father…”

“Whatever you did to the server, didn’t feel right. Normal new player spawning occurs when a server has excess energy that it needs to discharge, creating a player. You just took that energy before the server was ready. What you did was reckless at best, I haven’t had a chance to assess the damages but you may have just ruined our chances of us being able to fix this and send you all home. I don’t even know if that little girl can go with you when you go. She probably isn’t even whitelisted on your server.”

Foolish’s shoulders sagged and he looked off to the side. Genesis tugged at the fabric of his headdress and rested her head against his shoulder “Pa pa, Is this my fault? Are they mad because of me?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Foolish sighed and shifted her on his hip so she could see him smile “It isn’t your fault. And I don’t regret anything.”

X softened. What was done was done. It wasn’t fair to the child to hold it against them. Though the idea of a Player being such a young child was still strange to him. “Just don’t do any more server magic alright.” X sighed.

Foolish looked at X, a hint of resentment, or was it regret, behind his eyes, “Alright,” He nodded. X hoped he meant it. Maybe there was a good reason the DSMP locked it’s members in.

[mrs-bartowski]

My dudes. My guys. My pals.

I’m about 10 seconds away from going feral.

So, I’m the kind of unfortunate chump whose brain requires continuity. Meaning, when I started thirst watching Supergirl during its mid-season-2 hiatus and came across the realization that it had crossovers with all the other arrowverse shows, my brain tasked me with watching them all. I won’t put you through a recount of this arduous feat, but it does leave me with the certain advantage of having immediate and full-contextual access to any parallels between supercorp and canon CW DCEU couples.

Normally, this is a good thing, because it’s just another crumb to obsess over. But I just finished watching Legends 6x02 and...I. AM. FUMING.

I literally don’t even know where to start, but know that if you’ve made it this far you’re in for a long ride because my entire being is in Scream mode right now and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop typing until it passes.

OKAY. So.

Meet Sara Lance (lol jk y’all thirsty gays know who she is I mean look at this flawless human)

Next, meet her ******* Ava Sharpe (who is literally the definition of white European beauty standards-based perfection because she’s a clone from the future)

And finally, meet Gary Green. He’s...well, he’s Gary.

Sara started out on Arrow and is now the captain of the Legends. Ava was the director of the Time Bureau and Gary was an agent, and now they are also members of the Legends. Sara has been there (and been the show’s effective lead) since season 1. Ava and Gary both came in at the beginning of season 3. 

Gary is (as pictured) an absolute fool, but he is also kind of regarded as the one the Legends Must Protecc. The whole team is considered a family, and, while they are not necessarily labeled as best friends, Gary has been Ava’s longest and most loyal companion, and Sara has a way of adopting him because she’s the best equipped to keep him out of trouble.

So, why is all of this relevant to why I want to go feral? Because it sounds a bit familiar, yes? Member of the team that is somewhat a black sheep, doesn’t get included fully or all the time but often comes in with save-the day type shit (even though with Gary it’s more of a distraction than a save because he’s a mess of a man). Close friend to one of our two main heroes and, subsequently, that hero’s closest companion puts them at the top of their Protecc list. Has little faith in his relationships with the team so he is constantly going out of his way to help in whatever way he can to prove his usefulness. And so on and so forth.

Well, 6x01 marks exactly 3 years since Gary’s first appearance, and what did we find out in that episode? That Gary is an alien. And not just any alien - an alien who was sent (by the woman he was traded to) to get close to Sara because she has been labeled as one of the world’s most dangerous creatures. Not to mention, his species of alien feeds on humans (not him of course, he’s reformed, but nonetheless not a friendly species). And we find out all of this because he and his master abduct her.

Sara finds out in person while Ava and the rest of the Legends solve the mystery on their own. Now, I’ve drawn a lot of comparisons between Lena and Gary to make a point about the time frame and nature of their relationships, but let’s take a look at Sara, shall we? For starters, she’s been “dead” either literally or supposedly about...what, 15 times now? If you think that’s an exaggeration, here’s the link to her fan wiki which says she’s been presumed dead 10 times and actually dead 5. The sg writers tried to sell season 5 as “the fight for Lena’s soul” but Sara LITERALLY LOST HER SOUL when she got resurrected in the Lazarus pit. 90% of Sara’s character development has been based on her certainty that she is too close to death and evil and destruction (getting possessed by a demon, perhaps, had something to do with this?). She was an actual literal assassin and she has left civilization out of anger and pain to go back to that life once before.

She has always believed that she is too dangerous to have real love or relationships or friends. And now she has found and built and led this family through time and space and she’s done so with this goofball by her side that is endearingly attached to the love of her life. So, how does she react when she finds out Gary is an alien? Well, clearly, she goes down a dark path, right? She cries and screams and talks about betrayal because she’s had such a hard time with feeling like she only ever puts the people she loves in danger and now here she is finding out there’s been a human-eating alien in her family for three years that was tasked with observing her and keeping her in check because she is exactly that dangerous?

Yeah...try again. This is how Sara reacts:

And then there's another scene that apparently no one even bothered to put on YouTube where you can see the pain in Sara's eyes when she asks him “why me?” You can see how hurt she is that after 3 years she’s just finding out that their friendships is based on lies and that she has trouble keeping her faith in it. But in both of these instances where are the “crocodile tears?” Where are the fearful, shaky confessions from Gary about his fear of losing the only people who have ever really loved or cared about him and desperate justifications about how he just wanted to protect them and keep them in the dark so his master didn’t come after them? Where is the outrage from Sara about how everything Gary has reassured her about over the past three years when she was scared to let the damaged-soul assassin inside of her out was a lie and he doesn’t get to tell her who or what she is again? Where is the determination from Ava to make Gary pay for not only lying for three years but for ABDUCTING THE LOVE OF HER LIFE TO HAND OVER TO A FLESH-EATING ALIEN??????

Nowhere. Those things...they’re nowhere. There’s anger. There’s pain. There’s doubt and heartbreak and fury. There’s betrayal and helplessness and desperation. But there is no scene with Sara standing on a balcony and Gary looking up at her longingly because he wants to talk to her about the secret and he knows it will change everything between them. There is no scene with Sara and Ava lamenting over what this means for Gary and the team and the world because he’s no longer the person they knew. There are no romantically-scored scenes of them looking teary-eyed at the pictures they took together or reassurances that the others’ intentions are good and trustworthy now that the truth is out in the open. There is nothing to imply that the last several years of friendship are now entirely suspect (damaged, frayed, clouded, maybe, but definitely not voided) because Gary kept this secret to protect them. And Gary isn’t made to feel obscenely guilty or shameful because his intentions were good and he only did what he felt he had to. But most of all, the world doesn’t feel like it’s going to end.

And I’m not talking about we’re now scared Gary will take his master’s side or Sara will suddenly decide that she never wants an alien to fool her or hurt her again so she’s going to make sure he doesn’t have the choice. I’m just talking about the way they address each other. There are no sobbing tears or laments over the biggest mistakes of their lives - even though it’s quite possible Gary could see this as his. There are no screaming matches over betrayal and mistrust and years of doubt and confusion. There will be no episode dedicated to going back and seeing what could have happened - what kind of danger they could have avoided from the alien(s) controlling Gary - had he told them the truth sooner because that’s the only way to save him and the world. There will be no episode where he has to single-handedly save them multiple times as some example of redemption. There will be no adamant looks and declarations about how the team knows his intentions were good and they forgive him. There won’t be any of that. Because Sara is not in love with Gary. And Ava is not in love with Gary. And Gary is not in love with either Sara or Ava. They’re just close friends. Family. Loved ones who mean a lot to each other but whose betrayal and seeds of doubt don’t bring on emotions whose force and ferocity could be acceptable for finding out the apocalypse is nigh.

I have many, many more feelings about this but right now I’m going to go write things that will make me feel better and not things that make me want to gather every writer from every CW show in a line and run down the line smacking them all in the face while the Legends writers watch and cheer. But I’m fuming. THIS is what it looks like when a years-long, heavily weighted lie is revealed between close friends/family. So, in conclusion, Supercorp endgame or die.

[ijustwant2write]

Subtle-Remus Lupin x Professor!Reader

(GIF credit to @shurley​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘hello! can i request professor remus lupin x professor reader where they are married but try to keep it in secret just to avoid gossip but eventually students get suspicious because of their closeness? thank you, love your work💕’

Characters: Remus Lupin X Professor!Reader, Severus Snape x Reader (platonic), Minerva Mcgonagall x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, gossiping, hiding relationship/feelings

                                      *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Please make sure your homework is completed and handed in to me at the beginning of tomorrows lesson. You’ve had a week to complete it, so I expect full pile on my desk.” I shouted over the hustle of the students packing away their things.

I hated having the last lesson of the day. No one was focused, they were tired from their other classes, and all they could think about was getting to the Great Hall for dinner; although I was exactly the same, I couldn’t wait for a good meal. Now alone, I started to tidy up my classroom, yawning when I realised how tired I was as well. Luckily, it was the end of the week, and this weekend I was chaperoning the students to Hogsmeade, meaning I could have some retail therapy. I heard the door open, thinking it was a student who had forgotten something, but I was pleasantly surprised when I saw my husband waltz in.

“Oh, hello you.” I smiled as I approached him.

“Hello you.” he leaned down to kiss me before glancing around the room.“Need any help before dinner?”

“No, not tonight. I’ve just got to put a few things away in my desk.”

I went back to tidying, making sure I wasn’t coming back to a mess after the weekend, and that everything was in its right place.

He perched on a student desk.“Are you still going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Of course. I can’t wait.”

“Did you want to...did you want to go for a drink?”

“I don’t think we should be drinking whilst looking after the students Remus.”

“We won’t have anything alcoholic. Perhaps even a meal?”

“What if someone sees us?”

“How many students have we seen go into a restaurant on any trip, hm? And if they do, it’s a meal between friends!”

“You know, I don’t think that whole story about us being old friends worked.”

He suddenly looked panicked.“Why? Have the children been saying anything?”

“No. I can just see it in their faces.”

“You’re overthinking this. It’ll be fine. Let me treat you.” a charming smile spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes, giving in.“Alright. But I’ve got to pop round some of the shops first.”

He groaned.“So we’ll have time for a starter then?”

I scoffed a laugh at him, grabbing a nearby scroll to hit him with.“I might be going shopping for you, did you ever think of that? I am a very loving wife after all.”

He chuckled, shielding himself.“Alright, alright!”

“Plus, and as much as it pains me to say this, we’ll be apart for a while. That means students won’t see us together.”

“Unfortunately, you’re right. We haven’t been too careful as of late.”

“Saying that, should we head to dinner?”

I walked out of the classroom first, checking the corridors, and like always at this time, they were empty. We freely walked towards the Great Hall, daringly holding hands whilst we were still far away. But as it neared, we sadly looked at each other, having to let go. It broke my heart that we had to hide our marriage, we couldn’t even wear our wedding rings for fear of being questioned, and accidentally revealing a detail that was too specific towards each other. 

“You two might want to be more careful if you don’t want your secret out.” the monotone voice of Severus said behind us. How was he always so quiet?

Remus sighed.“Well, do you see any students?”

“I was able to sneak up on you,” we were at the entrance of the Great Hall now,“and with all this chatter amongst the students, I would take extra precaution. The gossip is starting to disrupt my lessons.”

He walked away from us, and we glanced at each other. Severus was horribly truthful about these kind of things. I was right. The students had their suspicions. 

“Remus, what are we going to do?”

We began walking towards the head table.“Relax, we’ll draw more attention to ourselves otherwise. Look, just forget about what he said. I’m sure it’s a group of first years thinking they’ve discovered something and have irritated him.”

Although he was attempting to comfort me, the dreadful feeling of all the students eyes on me was making me feel sick. It wasn’t that I was ashamed to be with Remus, I loved him with my whole heart, I couldn’t wait to be with him forever. When we both got a job at Hogwarts, we had had a long discussion beforehand. Obviously we were excited to have new jobs, until I thought back to a friend who also worked with her partner. They were open with it, and unfortunately, the students would gossip, make up rude stories and interfere, ask too many questions to get into their personal life. It was awful for them. It sounds like a bunch of children ‘bullying’ professors wouldn’t effect them, you should be able to handle children as a professor; but it really took a tole on them.

"Chin up dear," Minerva said as everyone started eating,"I'm sure this will all pass by."

"You might be right. But I can't help thinking...maybe everyone knows." I stated down at my plate.

"Would that really be so bad?"

"I just don't want them talking about us. I've seen it happen to my friends, and I know a lot of married couples aren't work together because of it."

"Perhaps you two will be different."

I sighed."How many times has someone said that?"

"But, don't they see you leaving the castle together?"

"We said that we live near each other so we share lifts to work. It was the only thing we could come up with."

There was empathy on her face."It will all be fine (Y/N), just you wait and see."

The next day had arrived, meaning it was time to chaperone the students to Hogsmeade. When we returned home last night, I had dropped the subject, knowing Remus was much calmer about all of this than I was. I would only cause a fuss, which would perhaps lead to a small argument between us; and I didn't want the tension there tomorrow, if anything came out of this trip, I wanted to enjoy my time with Remus.

"Are you sure I cannot accompany you on the way there?" Remus had asked as the children's permission slips were approved.

I nodded."I just think it's best to split up for a few hours, then we'll meet up at that restaurant, yeah?" 

"Alright, see you later." 

In any other circumstance, we would have shared a small kiss before leaving one another, but everyone was here. A small smile graced our lips as he walked away, though mine disappeared as soon as he turned around. Sighing to myself, I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to keep warm as my group was assigned to me. 

The students practically ran off as soon as we got there, leaving me alone to wander. Remus was no where to be seen, but we had a set time to meet up. For now, it was aimless wandering.

I couldn't stop checking my watch throughout the day. I was too excited to see my husband, have a dinner out together. Teaching was hard, it took up so much time. Although in the evenings Remus and I were together, we weren't actually together. We weren't present because we would probably be marking papers. And having to constantly remember to hide our love at work was tiring and infuriating. Passing some students in shops, I politely smiled, maybe asked if they were having a good day or making sure they stayed in line, before it was finally time to meet my husband. 

There was much more of a spring in my step as I made my way to the designated restaurant. Luckily the number of students got smaller as I strayed away from the main hustle and bustle of Hogsmeade, though they should be minding their own business anyway (that would have avoided this whole mess in the first place). I almost missed the place because it was so small. It was made out of old, dark brick, with a narrow but long window, made of old wooden panes. The door was also small, and I smiled at the thought of Remus ducking through it. 

It felt more like a cafe than a restaurant. Like the window, it was long and narrow, tables either side of the room, because if there were tables lining down the middle, no one would be able to move. Remus caught my attention by standing up from our table. 

"You look beautiful." he greeted, kissing me. 

I scoffed as I sat."You knew what I was wearing, we do live together."

"Doesn't mean you're not beautiful." 

I bashfully smiled."You're still able to make me blush after all these years."

"Good, I must be doing something right then."

The lunch together reminded me of old times. It was easy to forget about the stress that had been piled on top of our usual schedule in that moment. We laughed, started reminiscing on our lives when we met each other, it was as if we were catching up after not seeing each other for a long time. When we weren't eating, one of our hands was holding onto each other. I knew I had to cherish every moment, especially since it went by far too quickly. 

We found ourselves putting on our coats and scarves, taking a few seconds to just gaze at each other. Neither of us wanted to leave. We felt safe here, hidden away from any prying students. Our marriage shouldn't have been hidden, we loved each other, it was supposed to be shown. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

"Ready."

We quickly kissed each other before making our way to the door. Thanking a waitress as we passed by, I was about to open the door when something in the window caught my eye. My heart dropped as I spotted three children poking their heads up, watching us until they realised they had been caught. 

"Remus!" I snapped."We've been spotted."

He had his usual calm tone."We're just two friendly colleagues getting lunch, there's nothing wrong in that." 

"We don't know how long they've been there. What if they saw us kissing?!" 

"Very friendly colleagues?" 

I huffed as I opened the door, trying to see if the kids were still there. They had started running off in the distance, headed in the direction of our meeting point. We had to head back now, it was the end of the trip, and I was expecting a lot of hushed whispers as we arrived. 

"Professor (Y/L/N)?" a fourth year student approached me as we rounded up our groups for counting. 

Here we go. 

"Yes?" 

She seemed nervous, glancing back at her friends."Um...just so you know, we all think you and Professor Lupin make a really cute couple. Like, you two are probably the coolest professors we have."

I was shocked by her words."O-Oh. Thank you...that's a very nice thing to say." 

She just smiled before leaving to join her friends again. There had been no point lying to her, it was obvious to everyone. But that small opinion meant a lot to me. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing to put our marriage on display.

" You see?" Remus approached me."It's not as bad as you thought."

"No, I guess not. I just...I didn't want anything to effect us."

"You're my wife. I love you with all my being. A few gossiping children wouldn't change any of that."

He leaned in to kiss me again, but I giggled as I stopped him.

"What?"

"We may let them know about our marriage, but PDA from staff is still frowned upon." 

"Do you know how hard it is to resist you?" 

"Guess we'll have to make up for it when we're home."