#Henry ruth fan fic

[topguncortez]

May 16th 1986, the day that Top Gun premiered in theaters. And nearly 30 years later, its sequel 'Top Gun: Maverick' introduced a whole new generation to a beloved movie and franchise. Many dubbed the film "the movie that saved the box office"

in honor of the ‘86 and TGM premier anniversaries, I'm going to be hosting a little blurb celebration!

Requests are open NOW (may 15th) and will be closing on May 25th

here’s some prompts:

✧ angst

✧ fluff

✧ smut

feel free to send in your own prompts or look through my other prompts lists:)

the pilots i write for:

✧ Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

✧ Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

✧ Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

✧ Henry "Wolfman" Ruth

✧ Ron "Slider" Kerner

✧ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

✧ Jake "Hangman" Seresin

✧ Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

✧ Robert "Bob" Floyd

✧ Javy "Coyote" Machado

✧ Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

I all take requests for any of my OTPs and Slash Pairings:)

[crazyk-imagine]

Hi, sorry for the radio silence!

If your requests are open, can I ask for a wolfman x reader where the flyboys see the sonogram in Leo’s locker (he keeping it a secret but acting a little different) from the fwb fic?

I understand if you deny this request and respect your decision!

Sorry again,

Your biggest fan!

Sonograms

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe x Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Characters: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Warnings: Fluff, I had fun with this one, I am very proud of Goose in this one, especially of one phrase he says (hehe), the guys love her, Iceman knows about everyone and the recent tea, Ron's a dad now, Charls and reader cannot go a day without betting, it's becoming a problem... or is it?, why is this so cute?, who authorized this amount of cuteness, the guys are such gossiping hens

Word Count: 1,774

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One month later…

“This is really happening,” you tell the two.

“I guess it is,” she nods.

“Yeah,” Leonard nods. “What are we talking about?”

Charlotte takes a deep breath, keeping her comments to herself. “I’m still surprised you’re having his baby.”

“So am I, Charls. So am I.”

“Hey. Why are you two ganging up on me?”

“We’re not,” you turn to face your friend, “are we?”

She shrugs and snatches the instructions from your hands and flips back to page one. “Okay, this- this just isn’t working. Should it be this hard to put a crib together?”

Leonard shrugs and tries to screw the bars for one of the side panels. “No.”

“No one asked you,” she snaps back.

You chuckle, “you just did.”

“I’m pretty sure it was a rhetorical question.”

She nods, pointing to him. “I knew I liked him.”

Your bottom lip sticks out as you fight the urge to fight back. Maybe a joke would be a better thing to say, lighten the mood a little. “I’m pretty sure you told me you hated him when you realized how close he was with your ex-boytoy and his best friend.”

“You’re a liar. She’s lying,” she hands him the screw he’s looking for.

“It’s okay, he didn’t like you either.”

“What?” Her head snaps over in his direction.

“I never said that. She’s lying,” he turns to you. “Stop talking, stop saying things. The changes you’re going through are making it harder on you to keep these things to yourself so just,” he shushes you.

There was a bit of tension in the air as Charlotte and Leonard finished building the crib. 

-

Two weeks later

He quickly places the latest sonogram picture back into his locker at the sound of the guys coming in.

“We missed you up there… again.” Nick claps him on the shoulder.

He's quiet and doesn't respond, which isn't like Leonard, at all. It instantly puts the troublemaker on edge.

“Where’s your head at?” Pete asks.

“You’ve been off,” Rick comments, also wondering what’s going on with his friend.

“Nothing. It’s nothing- I haven’t- shut up.” He tries to fight the urge to blurt out the truth, but he knows you aren't quite ready for anyone else to know just yet.

You're trying to plan on having a gender reveal party- or something similar to that. He can't quite remember what you said, all he knows is that if you do plan on throwing a party, you'll be stressing out a lot.

"Maybe his old lady finally has him by the- well," Nick pauses, giving the guys a second to think. "You know what I mean."

Pete shoves his friend’s shoulder while Rick throws a crumbled paper ball at him. "Knock it off, knucklehead."

"She's not like that," Leonard chimes in, defending you.

"Is it that one chick you were talking to at the bar a while back?" Pete asks, taking his arms out of his sleeves, tying them around his waist so he can cool off.

"Uh- I mean, which- uh- who are you talking about?"

"The one who's close with Charlie, right?" Nick adds.

Pete grimaces with an affirmative nod. "Yeah, her."

"She's nice," Rick adds.

"If it is that one, I like her. She keeps you in line."

The cowboy hat lover let's out a fake chuckle, "you're so nice man. Yeah, it's her."

"You finally manned up and asked her out on a real date instead of lying to yourself. Dare I say," he wipes away a fake tear. "I'm proud of you."

Pete pouts. "Wait- now I'm lost."

"What he said? We need some background information," the mustached man gestures to him and his partner in crime.

Leonard rolls his eyes and quickly nudges his locker open just enough for him to grab his helmet, except he knocks it against the inside of the door and knocks off his pictures.

"I’ll help you," Rick offers, since his locker is right next to Leonard’s. He picks up a few random pictures everyone has seen (since they're more or less likely in them) and then he stumbles across a very special one. "What's this?"

Nick furrows his brows at the question and leans over, his brows instantly shooting up when he starts at the black and white, very familiar photo. "Oh, yeah. Dude, I'm going to need some background information like now because that," he points to it. "Is not something you can easily avoid. Also, congrats. Now you'll understand my struggle."

"And, what's that?" Leonard asks, snatching the photos from Rick's hands.

"Running on five hours or less of sleep with a newborn. I mean," he glances him up and down. "That is, if you two are going to do this together and you didn't leave her high and dry because, I'm not going to lie that'd be- the ultimate dick move."

"I'm pretty sure they're together, Goose."

"We'll, I can't just assume. What if she mailed him a letter and gave him a choice but he hasn't made one yet or he did and that sonogram is a reminder of what two people can create in the heat of the moment whether they love each other or not, huh. Explain that Mav."

Rick shakes his head and slaps the back of their heads. "You two, shut up. Wolf, what happened?"

"Uh, well-" He scratches the back of his neck. "We were "seeing" each other for a bit and then she left one night and then it was over."

"Oh, that's makes sense now."

"What makes sense?" Tom asks, with Ron coming in behind him.

"We finally got the official answer about why cowboy was depressed a few months ago," Nick tells him.

"It was a girl, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I already knew that."

"Okay," he pushes past Pete and Rick so he can lean against the lockers closer to the blond. "But now we know our infamous Wolfman, has some- well, I don't mean to be crass but," he claps Leonard on the shoulder (again). "He's got some excellent cowboys in his holster."

It took everyone a moment to realize what exactly Nick is talking about and everyone in the room groaned.

"I know. I know, I'm not proud of it either but it was the best I could come up with."

"So..." Tom starts.

"Yes?" Nick replies.

"Not talking to you."

"Rude."

"Are you two-"

"I'm not going to miss anything in the bubbles life." The corners of his lips twitch upwards. "We just built the crib."

"Wow..." Pete nods.

"How long did it take?" The mustached man asks.

"It would have been smoother had Charlie not tried to steal everything. I had to restart everything she did."

"Wait until the mood swings come."

Ron shakes his head with a groan, "don't remind me."

"How old are your kids again, Slider?" Pete asks.

"Tony's going to be three in four months and Lindsay just turned one."

"One already? It seems like they were just born yesterday," Leonard says.

"Wait, till you understand that feeling... dad."

Leonard groans, laying down on the bench, placing his hat over his eyes. "Shut up, Pete."

"Never."

"Better him than me."

"You're both equally bad," Tom points out, glaring at Nick.

"But now you know a little bit of what you have to look forward to," Ron nudges him.

"Yeah, oh, I remember when we first heard Bradley's heartbeat. I cried."

"The heartbeat can make any man cry," Tom points out.

"Is there something you're trying to tell us, Icepop?" Nick asks.

"You're hearing things, mother goose."

"Not helping." Leonard pushes himself up.

"The most helpful thing we can say is, congratulations again and then we call your future baby mama and pass along the same-"

"No!"

Nick and Pete glance at one another with their eyebrows raised.

"You weren't supposed to tell anyone, we're you?" Tom chimes in, asking the very question they were thinking.

"I have to go out now, come on, H-Wood."

Leonard grabs his friend by his collar, forcing him out of the room.

-

Charlotte hangs up and grabs yours and her lunch. "I owe you."

You shake your head, "no you don't."

"I do. You won."

"He squealed."

She nods, sitting down on the couch beside you. "He did. The guys know and I'm sure Viper's going to know before the end of the day."

"Never bet against me. You know that."

She sets her cup down and quickly swallows her sip so she can whine. "Don't be mean. I get it, you're the queen of bets."

"Damn right I am."

"Should you be cursing around the baby like that?"

Your smile instantly falls from your face. "Oh my god. Mini wolf's first word is going to be some curse word, isn't it?"

"As long as you don't do it often... maybe you'll be fine?"

"You're not helping!"

"Don't start crying again, please."

-

"Oh, thank god you're back- oh," Charlotte holds the door open for Leonard and the others to walk through the door. "Why are there more of you?"

"Well, they- uh-"

"We know they know but why are they here?"

"We wanted to say hi," Nick chimes in, with Pete right beside him.

She narrows her eyes at the two and sighs. "Fine, come on in. You better have brought food, at least. We do have someone who's eating for two."

"We did," Tom lifts one of the many bags they have.

"Thank god, one of you was smart."

-

You walk down the hall at the sound of many people talking, people you know you weren't expecting. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby." Leonard pecks your cheek, "and baby." He places his hand on your belly, smiling. "How is our little bubbles?"

"Growing... but I was actually thinking of changing their name."

"Oh?"

"What do you think about mini wolf?"

"I think our baby's going to be very confused when they're born."

You nod, "yeah but I want to have a cuter nickname because you make me and mini wolf happy."

He smiles. "I’m happy to know that but I think bubbles was always a cute nickname. Now come on." He grabs your hand, "we brought a feast."

"Really?"

"Of things you probably shouldn't be eating but, we'll deal with better now."

-

"So," Nick says, extending the word. "Any names picked out?"

"Not yet."

"It'll come to you in the moment."

You smile and nod, "I hope so."

"Okay, we need to hear it from the source," Ron interrupts.

You furrow your brows. "Hear what?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Finally, things are getting interesting," Charlotte mutters.

"Can it, Charls."

Previously: Part I

[swansstuff]

Uhhhh

OK so I haven't posted a chapter of my fic for a while so have some ramblings about fankids (anyone remember those fandom trends?) and other silliness <3 some I have thought about more than others but enjoy a tasty little morsel until I can actually produce something of substance lmao

Steph and Pete: get engaged when they graduate college in 2023. Get married when they both have steady income in 2026. Have Owen in October 2029. Have Amy in December 2034. Owen starts highschool in 2044. Amy skips 4th grade, starts highschool in 2047.

Pete: becomes a highschool physics teacher at hfh. Grows a moustache, sometimes double takes that he looks like Ted in the mirror. Takes Steph’s name.

Steph: becomes a 3rd grade teacher.

Owen: got the combo of autism and adhd, thanks mom and dad, had a 1:1 in elementary school (Mrs Keane). Art kid. May or may not be in love with his best friend (Will Green). Could be mistaken for Pete on a bad hair day. Inherited the Spankoffski family watch. Favourite colour is blue.

Amy: only got the autism but it's the freaky smart kind. Loves space, obsessed with planets. Probably also in love with her best friend (Elsie Chasity). Absolutely knows more than she should about the LiBs. Favourite colour is yellow.

Skrzynka: (Box in Polish) this fucked up, mixed breed cat that wandered into their backyard at some point. May or may not be a Tinky vessel

Grace and Ruth: get engaged in 2024. Get married in 2026. Have Joseph in 2031. Have Elsie in 2034. Have Abe in 2038.

Grace: criminal psychologist. (Major true crime fan)

Ruth: musical writer and director.

Joseph: quiet nerd kid, but has the same weird, threatening aura as Grace does. Into some real left field shit. Will debate the extended family on religion, one of those smarmy reddit atheists.

Elsie: non-verbal until like 7, Amy helped her communicate at school. Autism. Gentle, sweetheart. Creative girly, into her art, will forget to move until her piece is done.

Abe: nightmare toddler, Grace and Ruth regret having a third. Hair untamable.

Watson: ratty ass Irish wolfhound. Ruth had her childhood dog called Sherlock who passed so decided to get a puppy when Joseph was 3. They are inseperable.

Max and Richie: get engaged in 2024. Get married in 2028 once Max's dad finally fucking dies. Have Marie in 2033.

Richie: film critic (specifically horror movies)

Max: park ranger and highschool football coach

Marie: her middle name is Asuka, Richie had to be restrained and this was the compromise. She fucking hates this. Mini goth kid but also quite athletic, more into running than football. Did not inherit Richie's asthma but did inherit his insomnia.

Totoro: Named by Richie. Marie calls him Toto. Golden retriever.

Oscar: Named by Max. German Shepherd.

Suzie: Named by Marie after Suzie and the banshees. Rescue.

Lex and Ethan: get engaged in 2021, get married in 2026 once everything settles down. Have William in 2029.

Lex: actor at the Starlight

Ethan: runs his dad's garage

William: Will. Sort of takes after his dad, perceived as a bad kid but just likes sticking up for people. Quite creative as well, but more on the music side. Plays the piano and the violin, doesn't own either but plays at the highschool. Also very much in love with his best friend. Also raging adhd.

Hannah and Daniel: get married in 2040, have Meghan in 2043.

Hannah: guidance councillor

Daniel: ccrp worker

Meghan: can speak, doesn't until she's about 5. Her first word is Webby. This doesn't worry anyone at all. She may genuinely be a Webby conduit.

Emma and Paul: get married in 2022, have the twins in 2024. Have Jane in 2029.

Paul: this poor man will be with ccrp until the day he dies

Emma: "plant biologist"

Henry: yes he was named after hidgens. like a slightly more outgoing Paul, does end up working at Beanie's during his highschool years. Bit of a nerd for sci-fi thrillers. Has strong opinions on Working Boys.

Penny: named after Richie’s late mom, ie Paul's older sister. Manic anxious energy, doing everything all of the time, bit like cousin Tim. Has a Ted like sense of humor, Paul regrets letting him babysit.

Jane: named after Emma's older sister. Couldn't be more different. Absolute mess, reminds Emma of a younger her. Persued musical theatre in highschool and drove Paul fucking nuts.

[staytheword]

Hii! How are you?

You are my favorite fic writer, and your writing is amazing (+ all the synonyms and better words to say 'best writer ever')!

I was wondering... Do you have any favorite authors or books that inspire you?

Hope you're doing well 💗🖤

hiiiii 💕 I'm good, what about you?

That is so nice of you to say 😭 This made me smile so much, that is unbelievably kind, thank you, thank you. 🥺 I'm very touched, there are so many fantastic writers out there, thank you for giving time to what I write 😭

As a student of English lit my list of favorite authors is waaaay too long, but I'll try to keep this short 🙈 One of my favorite authors is V.E. Schwab, she wrote the Darker Shade of Magic series and The Invisible Life of Addie Larue. She's a really fun writer, her imagination is insane, and I absolutely adore the way she writes. She has those sentences, oh my god... I have to pause and repeat them in my head, they're THAT good. I admire her a lot, in my delusion I hope one day I can write as well as she does, she's definitely someone I look up to writing wise. She inspires me a lot. She writes darker universes, flawed characters, about life and death, magic, the past... Her books are fascinating to me. If you're into fantasy series and magic, I really recommend A Darker Shade of Magic ❤️

For more recent fiction I also love Stephanie Garber and her Caraval series, it's lighter, so much fun, a real love letter to fairytales. She's absolutely magical in her descriptions and universe, and she's SUCH a sweet human being. A good YA duology I read was We Hunt the Flame. I am a big fan of the Six of Crows duology too (I like S&B as well, but my heart is very very very very soft for the Crows I love them so much).

I love reading Ruth Ware, I don't really relate to her characters but her plots are AMAZING. For thrilles, Paula Hawkins! Most people know The Girl on the Train but I actually preferred her second book, Into the Water. I have to read her newest. Who else... Emily Henry is really fun for romance (especially People We Meet on Vacation). For a class I read Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi and it really made an impression on me. I am a BIG horror fan and I usually, in my personal projects, only write ghost and horror stories so I definitely love those (Stephen King is a must, Joe Hill too).

Some of my favorite books include Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palaniuk, The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga, Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, every single book by James Sallis, The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, Kurt Vonnegut is always good too, I also really like Eric Emmanuel Schmidt for French literature! And if I had to chose a favorite French Canadian writer it would be Patrick Sénécal. He is wild.

Since I study "older" literature I also have favorites in that category that might seem more obvious, but they still inspire me. The Brontë sisters are incredible, Jane Austen, Ann Radcliffe, they are great women writers who have really captivating female characters! Toni Morrison is amazing, and I really recommend her. Sheridan Le Fanu is a great Gothic writer. The Yellow Wallpaper is one of my favorite pieces of writing ever, with Poe's The Black Cat. Mary Shelley, Thomas Hardy, Elizabeth Gaskell...

I read a lot of manga recently too! Chainsaw Man is so much fun, Demon Slayer broke me into a million pieces (in a good way), Spy x Family is SO fun as well...

I think everything I read and see (I love movies and tv) inspires me. I'm really challenging myself with fanfiction because I usually write much darker stuff, so it's been really fun! I'm channeling my inner romance lover. I love authors who write with their heart, who own their concepts, who push themselves. I love it when the emotion is so raw you can feel it on the page. If things are too superficial I just can't get into it. Anything with angst and drama and complexity and flaws is what really gets me. I love to be challenged when I read!

SORRY for this long answer. I could talk about books all day. If you ever want to discuss more please do not hesitate I will be happy too! <3

[sassyandclassy94]

Hi, there! These last few days have been pretty chaotic and stressful for just about everyone around these parts, so I was wondering if maybe you could share any fun headcanons you might have about Emma or Nealfire? <3 Or even any AU ideas for the two of them? :0

Hi there!!! Thank you so much for this ask (these things excite me like crazy and they’re even better when they’re SwanFire-related!)! Things have been pretty stressful but I for one am feeling better about things - at least right now anyway. Anyhoo, I can’t wait to answer and share these!! You might wanna sit down though... it’s gonna be quite the list. *drags my notebook out from under my bed* Literally. Shall we get started? *cracks knuckles* Let’s go!

SwanFire Headcanons

SwanFire has (have? It’s late... I’m having grammar brainfades😖Or it was when I started this; now I’m too lazy to proofread. Bear with me) three children after Henry. All girls: Ivy, Ella, and Ruth (Ruthie).

Emma gets cold easily, resulting in her either taking a heating pad to bed with her, or letting one of her children sleep in her bed with her when Neal is out of town.

Baelfire/Neal reads out loud to his kids every night before they go to bed.

Though not as avid a reader as Neal, Emma still enjoys reading, her favorite genre being dark thrillers (Karin Slaughter, hello hello). Sometimes, though she doesn’t like to admit it, if the plot is particularly intense, she’s left a little spooked, resulting in her snuggling up closer to Neal after he turns out the light. (Cute, I KNOW!!)

Emma has a hard time relating to and comforting her second child, Ivy, because of their very different personalities.

They always let their children name their pets, even if the names are borderline preposterous.

Neal is a morning person while Emma is not (although she will be if she has to be); both are also night owls when they want to be...🙊

Neal is a fairly good cook (Emma? Not so much) and does most of the cooking (happily I might add). Sometimes, with the best intentions, Emma will try her hand at making something special and gets really mad and frustrated with herself for messing it up. (Baelfire will eat it anyway though, with a stupid smile on his face - that was inspired by one of LilRedSoupBowl’s fanfics but🤫)

*NSFW WARNING* Though it’s pretty much even, Emma initiates many of their ‘nights of passion’🙈 (she’s so bad...)

*MIST HAVEN* Baelfire is gone a lot because of the duties required of the Mist Haven Army which results in his and Emma’s fair share of nasty disputes (they fight as hard as they love) *STORYBROOKE and a nod to him and Emma being the only ones who were able to leave town* He’s out of town a lot because of having to go to different estate auctions (at least that’s what my dad told me...? I don’t know if that’s accurate or not) to find more antiques for his father’s pawn shop. In both worlds/realities, Emma just ‘survives’ while he’s gone. (A nod to my favorite mom/lifestyle blogger and real life OTP, Janene and Aaron Crossley)

Neal is very clumsy (in both worlds/realities), resulting in some awkward and laughable situations

Emma really enjoys soaking in a bath and it’s one of her main means of relaxing and de-stressing. While Baelfire’s main mean of relaxing and de-stressing is drawing and sketching

Emma hates beets and turnips with a burning passion and refuses to eat them. Even the smell of them cooking makes her want to gag.

Baelfire detests goats with a burning passion - so does Charming and they could literally rant about it all day long. Emma and Snow think it’s rather hilarious .

Emma has a pronounced scar just above her left breast from a wound she received when she was four years old. Regina tried (rather unsuccessfully) to wipe out the Charming line. She says she remembers the attack like it was yesterday.

*This is more a Mist Haven one* Bae and Emma named their second child Ivy because she was born a month before Christmas and ivy was one of the things they used to decorate for Christmas back then. (My best friend LOVES that one, if anyone cares, lol) Plus, I personally think ‘Princess Ivy of Mist Haven flows rather nicely.

SwanFire loves Christmas and always decorates for it on the first Saturday of November. Emma hates untangling they lights though and happily leaves all that frustrating stuff to Neal.

Every time Emma was pregnant Baelfire hoped for and insisted the baby was a girl (hey! He was right 3 outta 4 times - not a bad track record).

Neal is a fan of anything pumpkin. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin soup, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin ice cream (that’s a thing, by the way. A Byrne Dairy exclusive), you name it. If it has pumpkin in it, he’ll eat it. Emma thinks it’s kinda adorable.

*Trigger warning: miscarriage* Emma suffered two miscarriages within months of each other (the first one at 10 weeks, the second one at 16 weeks😭) between Ella and Ruthie🥺 which resulted in her going into a deep and dark depression. (I might make this one into a fic so I’m gonna keep it vague because of !SPOILERS!)

Emma’s a big fan of the show ‘Castle’ and hardcore ships Caskett (Castle fans!! Where you at???). Neal claims he could take or leave the show but he sure answers real quick when Emma leaves the room for a second and asks, “What did I miss?” He’s also super quick to laugh at the funny banters between Ryan and Esposito.

Their kids are tucked into bed by 8:30 pm every night except Friday, when they get to stay up till a big whopping 9:00 pm (LOL! So not a inspired by my own childhood)

Emma’s favorite movies are ‘Titanic’, ‘The Notebook’, and ‘A Walk to Remember’ and although she loves them, she also hates them because they make her cry every single time and she HATES to cry. Bonus: Every time she watches them with Neal she looks up to see him crying too... (It’s so cute when men cry over sad romance movies😍😭)

*TRIGGER WARNING: Menstruation* Emma’s time of the month is really unpleasant for her during her first three days - she’s a heavy bleeder and gets really bad cramps and back pain and won’t take Advil for it because all that does is make them come back with a vengeance the next morning. She’ll find relief in curling up on the couch in the fetal position with a heating pad pressed against her lower belly. Sometimes that’s the sight that Baelfire will come home to and when he sees that, he knows to kinda give her space. He’ll ask her if she needs anything but her answer is usually peace and quiet. (“Take the kids and just LET ME TAKE A FREAKING NAP!”)

That’s about all I can think of for now - I have a few others too but I’m not 100% comfortable sharing those on here yet (they’re a little NSFW) but perhaps someday🤗 Thank you so much for this ask, it was really fun and I hope you (and everyone else who sees this) enjoys them!

[welllpthisishappening]

9 (for OOTFP, because I’m credibly predictable), 13, 21. Sorry today has been rough!

Your Out of the Frying Pan love is my favorite. :-D

9. In Out of the Frying Pan, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

EMMA AND KILLIAN COOKING TOGETHER WHILE BEING TIED TOGETHER. They flirt. They make food. They flirt some more. Strictly speaking, that’s one of my favorite scenes I’ve ever written and the entire reason this fic exists. I’m also a real big fan of several other parts of this story, including but no limited to:

** Emma bringing her whole family to The Jolly for Thanksgiving (And Ruth having a crush on Killian)** The holiday episode of The Kitchen** Emma and Killian not-so-secretly sneaking out of the network’s holiday party** Killian showing up at the hospital and Henry being like it’s about time

13. Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

I sometimes struggle with Regina. It’s not easy to make her “evil queen” in a Modern AU when she isn’t ever really the villain in anything I write. Also, I realized I sometimes I just kind of...forget about Belle. Poor Belle. She deserves better from me. 

21. Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

I love @distant-rose @katie-dub and @optomisticgirl with the force of several thousand suns and ADORE when they bless the internet with their writing. They’re all incredibly good at making me feel things and the stories in their stories are always consistently compelling. I care about the characters because of the way they write them, y’know? As far as some other stories I’ve been into recently? 

I started writing Natural Opposite by @searchingwardrobes and am loving it and I devoured Beauty in the Aftermath by @high-seas-swan. Both top notch. Go forth and read ‘em, internet. 

Distract me from real world responsibilities with fic questions

[searchingwardrobes]

Natural Opposite 8/16

* Before writing this fic, I did some -not a ton, but some - research on Dancing With the Stars. Every source I looked at said that the pro dancers on the show are forbidden in their contracts from getting romantically involved with their partners. That's why relationships are only ever "rumored" until after the season is over. While many hook ups have happened - even marriages - nothing is ever official while filming is happening. That doesn't stop the hosts from asking questions, of course, but the dancers and celebs are usually coy about it. Until this season!!! I don't know how many of you watch DWTS, but Alexis Ren told her partner Alan that she was developing feelings for him - on camera. The following week, Alan told her he had feelings for her to, and kissed her! On camera! Believe me, this has NEVER happened before! Derek Hough even got in trouble ages ago when compromising paparazzi pictures came out of him and his partner. I based my fic on what I knew of the show in the past as a fan and through my research. So thanks a lot DWTS for making me seem like I don't know what I'm talking about!

* Once again, many thanks to my artist @optomisticgirl. There isn't chapter art this week, but some AMAZING stuff is coming that I can't wait for ya'll to see!

* And my beta, @distant-rose, was incredible. Her insights on Henry's character especially influenced this chapter. So thanks, Ro!

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Chapter Eight: See the Light

Emma snuggled into the corner of the couch with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. A box of pizza lay open on the coffee table. She honestly couldn’t believe she agreed to this. The rules on how much time partners on the show could spend together was hazy. Romantic relationships were expressly forbidden in everyone’s contracts. However, there were no strict guidelines to prevent them. And honestly, since rumors of romance helped ratings, the producers typically looked the other way.

So the fact that Killian Jones was currently sitting on her living room floor playing video games with her son wasn’t a shock because of contractual agreements. No, it was a shock because Emma Swan didn’t do things like this. She didn’t invite men over to hang out and eat pizza with her and Henry. She enjoyed hanging out with her fellow pros on set, but that was as deep as things ever went. One night stands were also common in Emma’s social life, but she had strict rules for those. It was never anyone she knew (even a first name was more than she needed or asked for), and she never brought them home. Most of her one night stands happened on tour while Henry was spending the summer with Ingrid; a way to release pent up frustrations with her social life.

Killian groaned as he dropped the video game controller in his lap, and Henry fist pumped in victory.

“Hey,” Killian protested, gesturing at the screen, “in my defense, it’s been awhile since I played one of these. They’ve gotten way more complicated. Am I right, Swan?”

Emma shrugged when he turned to her for back up. “I don’t know, or maybe you’ve never had game.”

“Oooh, good one mom!” Henry laughed.

“Ouch,” Killian said, pretending to grimace with genuine hurt, “how quickly my partner turns on me!”

“That’s because I’m her kid, right Mom?” Henry replied with a grin.

Emma smiled back. “True. And because you’re my kid, I also have to tell you it’s bedtime.”

“Aw, Mom!” Henry groaned. “I thought we were gonna watch some Star Wars.”

Killian slapped his hand on Henry’s shoulder. “Maybe next time, lad.”

His words caused Emma’s throat to constrict, and she felt a sudden, familiar urge to flee. Killian had talked her into doing this because he said they had to celebrate their great scores. She never expected him to bond with Henry or expect a “next time.”

Henry, however, had no such qualms. “Sweet,” he said, giving Killian a fist pump. Then he brushed a kiss to Emma’s cheek and whispered in her ear, “Thank you, Mom! The kids at school are gonna die!”

Once Henry’s door shut behind him, a slight awkwardness descended on the room. Killian glanced her way, ducking his head when she turned her gaze intently into her mug of cocoa. She took a sip as he grabbed some of the pizza boxes and took them to the fridge.

“I wonder why Elsa’s not home yet,” she muttered. The words fell flat. Why should he care where her roommate was?

“You want these boxes taking up your fridge, or should I get some aluminum foil or something?” Killian asked, pausing in front of the open refrigerator.

Emma waved her hand. “Oh, just shove the boxes in. Henry will scarf the rest down in no time.”

Killian nodded and did as she asked. Then he shuffled awkwardly in the middle of her kitchen. “He’s a good kid, Henry.”

Emma smiled wistfully. “The best.”

Killian eyed her a bit warily as he came closer and eased down next to her on the couch. He was treating her as if she were a skittish animal who might bite him. She rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous! They were in each other’s personal space constantly rehearsing and dancing. Why was it awkward now? Emma shifted away from the corner of the couch and offered Killian half her blanket. He shook his head that he was fine, but the gesture had its intended effect. He relaxed and settled back against the couch, flinging his arm across the back of it, his hand resting just behind her shoulder.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.

Emma hesitated, biting her lip.

“I think I’ve earned it, don’t you?” he asked her softly.

She set her mug down on the coffee table. “I thought my life was an open book. With everything reality TV has dug up.”

Killian nodded. “Aye, but you managed to keep some things private.”

Emma held her breath, clutching the blanket in her fists. Henry’s dad. That was the only thing he could be referring to.

“Why is your name Swan and David’s isn’t?”

Emma let out a long, relieved breath. If Killian picked up on her emotional reaction, he didn’t let on. “That’s simple, really. He’s an optimist. I’m not.”

Killian tilted his head. “Meaning?”

“He still clings to the hope that our parents had a good reason for doing what they did. I just can’t. Who leaves their babies on the side of the highway? We could have been killed!” Emma toyed with a frayed edge of the blanket. “Our names were stitched into our baby blankets. We both still have them, actually. David thinks it’s a sign,that they loved us.” Emma shrugged.

Killian nodded thoughtfully. “Has he tried to find them? I mean, I’m guessing it’s possible if you know their last name was Nolan.”

“Yeah,” Emma answered as she picked up her mug again, “social workers found records at a local hospital of twins named David and Emma Nolan being born a week before we were found. To a Ruth and Robert Nolan. But they must have changed their names or something, because after that, they completely fell off the grid.”

“So they don’t want to be found.”

“Exactly.” Emma agreed, sitting up and clutching her mug tighter. “I’ve tried to tell him a million times to drop it, but . . . every once and awhile, he starts digging again. Ingrid’s the one who loved us and accepted us. She’s the one who gave us a home.”

Emma stared off in the distance, thinking back to the dance class she and David took at the Boy’s and Girl’s club. They were eleven years old and in a group home. Ingrid volunteered her time teaching the dance lessons. Emma always loved how patient she was, so calm. Her gentle smile when she told Emma that she had raw talent was like someone offering a cup of water in a desert.

“I hated how people judged Ingrid,” Emma said aloud. “They tried to make it seem like she only cared about grooming David and I for stardom. Elsa too. But it wasn’t like that. She wasn’t some crazy stage mom. We all just love to dance.”

“What about your other sister, Anna?”

Emma chuckled. “I’m surprised you even know about her.” Emma cut her eyes to look at Killian. “Did you cyber stalk me?”

He shrugged and gave her that disarming smile of his. “I had to learn a little bit about my partner. And actually, I have a confession.” He took a deep breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I was a fan. When you were on So You Think You Can Dance. When I said I was hoping it would be you, I meant it.”

Emma blinked, her throat suddenly going dry. “You . . . were a fan?” she finally squeaked.

Killian raised his hands quickly. “I’m not saying I had some celebrity crush.”

Emma exhaled loudly and they both laughed. “Good, I was starting to worry you were a stalker.”

“No, I always liked that show. The performances are so incredible.”

Emma’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you. But you said before you never watched Dancing with the Stars. So why do it?”

“I know Regina told you. This is Neverland’s final season. Do you know how many TV stars have one hit show and little to no career afterwards?”

Emma abandoned her mug for good and leaned against the back of the couch, shifting to face him, “A lot, now that I think about it.”

“Exactly. And a lot of times it’s because people see them only as that character they played. Captain Hook is a larger-than-life role. I wanted people to see that there’s more to me.” Killian shrugged. “And I know the tabloid stories haven’t helped. I won’t lie – I got caught up in the sudden fame at first. Partying almost every night, keeping my romantic entanglements . . . casual.” He blushed as he glanced her way. “So you were right about me, Emma. But Rose and other friends helped snap me out of it. And I’ve left that all behind. I’m trying to be a better man.”

Emma tapped the arm of the couch. “You don’t have to defend your past to me. I get it.”

Killian seemed to visibly relax at that. “Good. So . . . your other sister?”

Emma nodded. “Anna. Well, poor thing was the clutz of the family. Tried dance classes when she was little, but it just wasn’t her cup of tea. Anyone who claims Ingrid was just adopting kids with dance talent should see her with Anna. She’s the reason Ingrid moved out to Colorado.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Anna and her husband Kristoff run a ski lodge out there. They’ve got four rambunctious boys who are seven, five, three, and eight months.”

Killian whistled, his eyebrows raising to his hairline. “She’s got her hands full!”

“Which is exactly why Ingrid’s out there. She needed the help desperately.”

Silence fell between them, but not an awkward one. Emma rose and took her mug to the sink, pouring the last bit of hot chocolate down the drain. Once she’d rinsed it and set it in the dishwasher, she turned to find Killian up and collecting his jacket.

“I should probably get home,” he told her, “we have to start a whole new dance first thing in the morning, right?”

“Right,” Emma agreed with a nod and followed him to the door. She was genuinely surprised that he hadn’t pried about Henry’s dad. It also made her like him a bit more. As a friend, anyway.

He opened the door, then turned to her with a light in his eyes and mischief in his smile. “It was a lovely evening, Swan,” he told her, taking her hand and lifting it to his lips. His eyes never left hers as they lingered there for half a beat.

Emma scowled and snatched her hand away. “Why do you have to go and do that?”

Killian’s eyes widened. “Do what?”

“Get flirty like that. We were talking, and having a nice evening, and then you have to go and ruin it.”

Killian arched a brow at her. “And how did I ruin it, exactly? I merely thanked you for the nice time we spent together.”

“This wasn’t a date,” Emma hissed through her teeth.

He sauntered closer to her, leaning down to whisper in her ear, his breath fanning hot across her cheek. “And yet, you’re the one who brought up the subject. You sure it didn’t feel like a date?” Killian pulled back, grinning at her scandalously, his tongue darting out of the corner of his mouth. “Or were you waiting for a goodnight kiss?”

“You’re full of it Killian Jones,” she snapped, giving him a firm push out the door. “I’m not so sure you’ve changed at all.” Then she slammed the door in his handsome, cocky face.

Emma jumped when she turned to find Henry standing in the hallway behind her.

“Why were you so mean to him?” Henry accused. “I like him!”

Emma sagged against the door, rubbing her forehead wearily. “He’s an actor, Henry. You can’t trust him.”

Henry stood there, regarding her silently for a moment. “I think he likes you, Mom. And not every guy is like my dad. Not every guy’s gonna leave you.”

Henry didn’t wait for her to respond. He just turned and went back to his room, shutting the door gently behind him. Emma turned and pressed her forehead to the door with a groan. She couldn’t figure out Killian Jones. There were times he was full of swagger, then other times he was sweet and even a bit nerdy. Sometimes he seemed he wanted to be her friend, then other times it felt he wanted more. Then there were times he flirted outrageously and it seemed all he wanted was to get in her pants.

Emma pushed away from the door, resolute. It didn’t matter. They had a show to win. And after that, they would go their separate ways. She loved Henry, but he was too young to understand what men like Killian Jones were really like.

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Emma dashed up and down the corridors backstage, swearing under her breath. This was the last thing she needed right now – a missing partner. She was already having to deal with a thick blonde Rapunzel wig that weighed a ton and a gimmick for their routine which hadn’t worked at all in dress rehearsals.

It was Disney week, and Killian had been both relieved and excited when they had been assigned a waltz to “I See the Light” from Tangled.

“I was worried they would make me Captain Hook – the cartoon version,” he had told her honestly.

“What?” she had teased. “Waxed mustaches and perms aren’t your thing?”

Despite the door slam to his face at her apartment, Killian had gone right back to their usual friendly, sometimes snarky banter. The only stress, honestly, this past week was the pressure they felt to deliver another high scoring routine. It may have been why Emma decided to open their number with Emma in a tower. Literally. It involved wires and the two of them actually rappelling down the side of a fake tower. Seriously. What had she been thinking?

And now it was only ten minutes till show time, and Killian had disappeared. Suddenly, Belle crashed right into Emma. She wore a blue dress identical to the one her namesake wore in the opening scene of Beauty and the Beast. She and Jefferson were doing a quickstep to “Bonjour,” with Jefferson as Gaston. They really had cast everyone perfectly, including Killian, who made an excellent Flynn Ryder.

But suddenly, Emma realized that Belle was trembling and crying. “Belle? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I – I didn’t mean to cause any trouble . . . I was looking for Jefferson . . . “

Emma hurried past Belle when she saw Killian behind the brunette, shoving Robert Gold into a wall. Killian held the other man, who was dressed like Facilier from The Princess and the Frog, by the front of his shirt.

“Killian!” Emma called out. “What the hell?”

The snarl that had marred Killian’s face melted when he saw Emma. Belle ran past her then with Jefferson at her heels. She ran forward and pulled gently on Killian’s arm. He allowed her to pry him free of Gold.

“He’s not worth it, Killian, please,” Belle spoke to him gently, “you’ll only get yourself in trouble.”

Killian deflated and nodded, giving Belle a tremulous smile. Then he turned to Gold and got right in the man’s face.

“I’m honoring the ladies’ wishes. A quality of a gentleman that I suggest you learn.”

Killian turned away, jaw clenching even as Gold laughed sarcastically. Jefferson shoved the older man in the shoulder and told him to shut the hell up before escorting Belle towards the dance floor. As she and Killian fell in step behind them, she elbowed him in the ribs.

“So, you, uh . . . want to explain what that was all about?”

Killian rubbed his jaw and continued scowling. “It just angers me when a man won’t take no for an answer.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “If Mr. Gold has hurt Belle, the producers won’t stand for it. I mean she needs to –“

“No,” Killian assured her quickly, “it isn’t that. He just keeps pestering her to go out with him. She tried to be nice at first, but it’s gotten to where he just won’t leave her alone. I caught him taking her by the arm just now, and when she tried to pull away . . . “

Emma squeezed his bicep, as they neared the wings. The introduction was already playing, and they had to make their appearance in less than five minutes. “Hey, I get it. The man’s a jerk, but you’ve got to calm down. Think of it as acting. Okay, Flynn Ryder?”

Killian grinned down at her, slipping easily into character, his hair falling rakishly over his eyes. “Are you ready for the smolder?” he teased.

Emma rolled her eyes, but was secretly relieved to have such an utter professional as a partner. They came out on stage doing the little bit they had practiced. A stagehand gave Emma her prop: a frying pan, and she made a big show of threatening Killian with it while he waggled his eyebrows charmingly. The rest of the cast was announced to roaring applause. Disney week was always popular.

Luckily, their dance came early in the show. Emma wanted to get their risky stunt out of the way so they could enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Killian came to the tower and made a show of calling up for “Rapunzel” to let down her hair, then grasped onto the vines snaking around it to climb up to her. They embraced at the window, then repelled down the tower together on the system of wires. Once at the bottom, they unsnapped the harnesses and started the waltz.

Once the opening stunt was out of the way, Emma fully enjoyed their waltz. It had been the easiest dance style for Killian to pick up, having done it on episodes of Neverland. Emma felt like a true Disney princess in her lavender gown, and the lanterns dangling from the ceiling washed the entire dance floor in a romantic glow.

“All at once, everything is different,” sang the studio band as Killian sank to one knee. Emma sat on the knee he offered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her forehead to his. “Now that I see you,” the singers crooned the final line of the song.

Emma cheered, shaking Killian’s shoulders excitedly, knowing it was the best they had danced it. The studio audience agreed, cheering and surging to their feet. The cheers soon turned to boos, however, when Blue complained about the elaborate opening, telling them they should just stick to the waltz. Tiana and Teach weren’t all that thrilled with the stunt either, and in the end, they got two 8s and one 9 (from Tiana, of course). Emma was more frustrated this time than Killian, and as soon as they suffered through a short interview with Ashley, she stalked backstage in irritation.

Killian found her leaning against a wall backstage, her arms crossed tight around her. She knew the cameras couldn’t be far behind. It didn’t stop Killian from putting his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I think we killed it,” he told her.

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes.

“You know I can actually feel it when you roll your eyes at me?”

That managed to get a chuckle out of her. He eased her around to face him, gently lifting her chin so their eyes met.

“I just feel like I cost us a better score with my stupid tower idea,” Emma said, gesturing with her arms in irritation.

Killian shrugged. “The scores were still pretty good.”

“But we’re favorites now! The judges are going to keep nitpicking us, and I let the pressure get to me this week.”

He pulled her into a hug, and even though she knew this would probably end up in the recap footage next week, she let him.

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The studio audience and the celebrities were shocked when it was announced that no one would be going home this week. The pros, on the other hand, pretended to be shocked. There was always a “non-elimination” week, and nine times out of ten, it was Disney week. Killian turned to her with a grin and a hug once the taping was over, but Emma was less enthusiastic.

“That means there will be a double elimination next week, so don’t get cocky, Jones.”

Liam came out on the dance floor to join them, giving them both hearty hugs. “Great job, little brother!”

Killian opened his mouth as if to correct him, then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth his breath. “Thanks,” he said instead.

Liam’s eyes suddenly lit up as he glanced over Killian’s shoulder. “Belle! Lovely to see you again! You were perfectly cast, of course.”

“Thank you,” Belle replied, grasping her skirt and making a little exaggerated bow. “With my name and a vlog called Beauty and Brains I was sort of asking for it.”

“Have you two watched Belle’s youtube channel?” Liam asked Emma and Killian. “It’s incredible! She gives young women fashion and makeup tips but also recommends classic literature for them to read.”

Killian glanced at Emma, his eyes alight as he quirked a brow. “And my brother is watching a fashion vlog . . . why? Need eyeliner tips, Liam?”

Liam turned a bright shade of red and started gaping like a fish. Belle, meanwhile, smiled up at him beneath her batting lashes. “I think it’s sweet,” was all she said as she took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Jefferson called for her then, and she dashed off, leaving a bewildered Liam behind.

“Liam,” Emma said, clearing her throat, “I thought you’d be heading back home by now.”

“Umm . . . I’ve . . . decided to stay a bit longer,” he murmured distractedly, his eyes still fixed on Belle’s retreating form.

Killian gave his brother a little shove. “Then go talk to her, you git.”

Emma and Killian both laughed as he nervously approached the petite brunette. Emma turned her head from studying the elder Jones brother to study the younger one. His face was relaxed, his eyes filled with delight as he watched his brother smile and laugh with Belle. As if he felt her eyes on him, Killian turned to her suddenly. She blushed and glanced quickly away.

“It was the smolder again, wasn’t it?” he teased. “I really can’t control it, you know.”

Emma rolled her eyes and punched him lightly in the gut. “And what I wouldn’t give for a frying pan right now,” she quipped.

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

Across Oceans (Part 2) - a Newt/Tina and Jacob/Queenie fic

Tagging: @pinkdiamonddolphin

I’m sorry for the delay but I’ve had a lot going on! :/ I don’t know if I’ve finished the fic or if I should write another part? You’ll see what I mean at the end, but do be sure to leave your thoughts!

Story set in: mid/late October to early November in 1940

Phoenix – 22nd June 1931 – 9 (going on 10) Linnet – 13th January 1933 - 7 (nearly 8) Leo – 3rd March 1935 – 5 (going on 6)

(Miracle baby not born yet – Tina’s still in her early-stages of pregnancy!)

Tobias “Toby” – 15th October 1929 – 11 Daisy – 7th April 1931 – 9 (going on 10) Abel and Ruth (twins) – 20th November 1933 – 6/7 Elijah “Eli” – 28th January 1939 – 1 (nearly 2)

I’m trash for both couples. Writing these fics has given me such immeasurable joy and seeing everyone’s reactions to it too has given me so much happiness. Thank you <3

“Really, we can’t thank you guys enough…”

Newt waved his hand, shaking his head as he finished cutting a hunk of meat and threw the pieces into a bucket. “Don’t. It’s nothing, honestly – you’d have done the same for us, I’m sure.”

“Well, yeah, of course,” Jacob agreed without hesitating. “Absolutely, but…I think you might have just saved our family here, Newt. Are you sure the kids don’t mind sharing? ‘Cause we could probably find a hotel or something, honest-”

“No, the children don’t mind at all,” Newt assured him, and he couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Lin was actually rather excited at the prospect of seeing Daisy again – she’s had her room prepared for the last few days now, making sure it’s tidy and that there’s enough space. I’m just sorry that we can’t offer the children their own rooms.”

Now Jacob was shaking his head. “Nah, don’t worry about that – back home, Toby and Daisy had to share, and the twins were bunking in the same room as Eli. We were gonna need a new home soon anyways.”

It was clear he was upset about it, however; his bakery – his beloved bakery that he had worked so hard for – had been in New York, and that was where the family had called home for over a decade. Newt hoped his father could pull some strings with the Ministry and guarantee the new bakery for Jacob, because Newt knew it would make things seem slightly better that way.

“Well,” He muttered, lifting the bucket of raw meat. “Usually the children help me down here after tea, but I think they’re currently occupied playing in the garden with your children – if you don’t mind, I’d rather appreciate the help.”

Jacob’s face lit up noticeably as he took the bucket. “Oh, yeah, sure! This is for those Graphorn things, right?”

Newt nodded, smiling tightly. “Yes, well-remembered.”

As his friend left the shed, a new spring in his step, the Magizoologist found himself sighing in thought; it wasn’t fair that Jacob and Queenie had had to uproot their entire family, nor that all of the hard work put into the bakery was now for nought. Jacob had mentioned leaving the keys with Henry the shop-assistant, leaving him in charge, but it was uncertain as to how long that would last for – besides, no one could recreate Jacob’s baking, no matter how skilled they may have been.

He knew that Jacob and Queenie were both incredibly grateful that he and Tina had offered them a place to stay indefinitely – they’d never complain even if they were dissatisfied – but all the same it felt incredibly wrong that they’d been forced into this.

Meanwhile, Tina and Queenie had made themselves comfortable in the kitchen so that they could talk – it had been the first time they’d seen each other in over a year and a half, and it felt so good to just be able to sit and really talk.

Queenie hummed as she sat down with her coffee, a wide smile on her face. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you again, Teenie…it’s been far too long.”

“Yeah,” Tina agreed, pouring some tea for herself before moving to sit in the seat opposite. “I just wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.”

“I know,” Her sister sighed, and her smile faded quickly. “I was actually thinking of visiting anyway, but now… Well, it don’t matter anymore. How have you been, Teenie? You not drinking coffee?”

Tina shrugged, making herself comfortable as she came up with a reply – she didn’t need to, however, as Queenie’s mouth dropped open and her eyes shone.

“You’re…You and Newt…? Oh, Tina, I’m so happy for you!” She grasped her sister’s hand and squeezed tightly, looking absolutely thrilled. “You should’ve told me sooner!”

“We only just found out a few weeks ago,” She explained, somewhat sheepishly. “We didn’t want to go announcing it, you know? We wanted to make sure everything was going to be fine first.”

It had been more worry on her part than Newt’s, of course – he had wanted to announce it as soon as possible, ecstatic by the idea of another baby. Tina, on the other hand, had asked that they keep it to themselves for the time being: she’d been told that she shouldn’t have been able to get pregnant again, that her womb had become ‘inhospitable” thanks to a certain set of circumstances, and it seemed like a fair possibility that her ‘inhospitable womb’ wouldn’t be able to carry a baby to full-term now. Perhaps it wasn’t necessary to be so cautious, but she couldn’t help it.

Queenie just nodded, however, clearly having read all of these thoughts from her mind. “It’s gonna be okay, Teenie, don’t worry – I’m sure everything’ll be fine.”

“Yes,” Tina agreed quietly, forcing herself to smile. “Hopefully… I don’t know if you’re aware, but Newt’s planning to help Jacob acquire a new bakery; apparently there’s an available store in Beaminster, so he’s written to his father to try and reserve it for the future.”

“I heard Newt thinking something like that… Thank you,” Queenie said quietly, and she looked as though she truly meant it. “Jacob won’t admit it, but it killed him to leave the bakery – it was all he could think about on the way over. Don’t get me wrong, he’s glad that we’re all safe and that’s the most important thing – but he really is cut up about the bakery.”

Tina looked down at the table, going pink in the cheeks. “You should be thanking Newt, not me – he’s the one who came up with the idea. We just want you guys to try and feel at home…it’s not New York,” She admitted. “But it’s really very nice over here.”

“Yeah, it is…it’s real pretty,” Her sister agreed lightly, looking out of the kitchen window; they could see the silhouettes of their children playing together, blissful and unaware. “I think it’ll be great for the kids, you know…they had to play in the street before, and there was never a lot of room – I know they love the open space already.”

It was obvious that she missed America – that was all she knew, really, that was home for the Kowalski family. It was where their children had been born, where they’d married and lived together: England might have been nice, but it wasn’t their home.

“No,” Queenie sighed quietly, almost to herself. “It’s not…at least, not yet.”

A giggle and a bang sounded from down the corridor, and Newt couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to put Linnet and Daisy in the same bedroom?”

Tina huffed, flipping a page in her book. “You think? We’re moving them around tomorrow, no questions asked.”

“Oh, they’ll settle down eventually,” He brushed off, shaking his head. “It’s just because it’s new and exciting, that’s all. Give it a few days and they’ll probably resent having to share a room.”

Fuzzy jumped onto the bed, curling up next to Tina and letting out a disgruntled mewl; she smiled fondly at him, scratching him behind the ears. “I see you’re not a fan of the new arrangements then.”

The Kneazle purred in agreement, rubbing his head against her hand.

“I don’t think we’re going to have much luck moving them around, to be honest,” Her husband mused. “They’re quite happy the way they are – Leo especially, it would seem.”

Tina snorted to herself. “Yes, because he’s not sharing at all – he’s got a bedroom all to himself.”

Another loud thump sounded from down the hall followed by two loud squeals; Newt watched as his wife rolled her eyes, closing her book rather harshly and glowering at the wall.

“What are they doing?” She questioned, obviously annoyed. “It’s nearly eleven in the evening!”

“Well…if I’ve been hearing things correctly, it sounds like Linnet is telling stories and Daisy is either amused by them or absolutely terrified. It could be either.” He touched her shoulder. “Don’t be so irritated, love: they’re just overexcited at seeing each other again, that’s all.”

Tina sighed, reaching up to rub at her eyes. “I know. I’m sorry, it’s just…I’m tired and worried, that’s all. It’s been difficult at work lately – Crawford is nowhere near as lenient as Theseus was.”

She felt him freeze slightly at the mention of his brother – his brother who was still missing – and immediately felt guilty: it was a topic they tried their best to avoid, even months after the news.

“Sorry,” Tina murmured, linking their fingers together and turning to him. “I…I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, honestly,” He interrupted, though his voice was suddenly hoarse. “Let’s just get some sleep – it’s going to be a long day tomorrow, what with all of the children to deal with.”

Tina bit her lip as he turned away from her; she knew he was hurting, and she understood that, but she just wished he would talk to her about it sometimes, if only to vent his feelings and not hold them in. She was his wife, for goodness sake – surely he could trust her?

They’ll find Theseus soon, She told herself as she laid down, Fuzzy tucking himself underneath her arm, They’ll have to at some point – and he’ll be fine. He has to be.

The new bedroom felt strange – perhaps because it wasn’t really theirs, not really.

“At least it’s better than the boat,” Jacob muttered.

Queenie smiled weakly – the boat hadn’t been pleasant at all for any of them, but her husband had experienced seasickness halfway through the journey during a particularly rough afternoon. “Exactly. And it’s a nice room…it’s not gonna be forever,” She reminded him. “Just until we’ve got a place of our own again.”

They were silent for a few minutes, though it was clear that neither of them were any closer to sleeping, and it was only when Jacob rolled over in the bed as he sighed that she started to really hear his thoughts start to spill out.

I miss New York. It just ain’t the same here… Poor Queenie, and the kids, being forced to move ‘cause of me-

“Jacob, honey,” Queenie murmured loudly. “I can hear you thinking, remember? And how many times have I gotta tell you to stop thinking like that? This ain’t your fault at all, and if you keep thinking like that then I ain’t gonna share this bed with you.”

“I’m sorry,” He apologized hurriedly. “It’s just… You and the kids, you’re all magic and I’m not. I know you said you don’t care, and I get that, but I keep thinking that if I was then-”

“Then you wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t love you,” She proclaimed without hesitation; after a moment, her eyes grew softer and she reached to touch his cheek. “Jacob, please don’t blame yourself. It hurts me when you do that.”

He looked only somewhat taken aback by this. “Really?” I don’t ever wanna hurt her…Jeez, what’s wrong with me? “Okay. Alright.”

She nestled into his side, and for a split second it felt like they were home again, back in New York and back in their own bed, just resting together as normal – but they weren’t, and they were both only too aware of that.

They were finally drifting off to sleep ten minutes later when a loud cry sounded from down the hall; Queenie was out of bed in an instant, heading for the door. “It sounds like Eli – I’ll get him before he wakes everyone else up.”

Eli’s crib had been set up in the smallest of the spare rooms in the house; it wasn’t very large at all, but it was enough for now. He was standing on top of the blankets when Queenie entered, eyes scrunched up and tears dripping down his cheeks as he wailed.

“Poor baby,” She whispered, lifting him up and cradling him to her chest. “I know…it’s strange, ain’t it? This new house and everything…it’s not like home, is it?”

Eli sniffled, burying his face into the soft satin of her slip; his fingers scrunched at the fabric tightly, clearly seeking comfort. Queenie shushed him gently, rocking him in her arms and smoothing down his dark hair in an attempt to coax him into sleep again – the last thing she wanted was for him to wake up the other children or her sister and Newt.

“Come on, baby, time to sleep,” She murmured, and she started to lower him back into the crib – when he realized, however, he cried out for her again. “No, Mama’s here, see? Mama’s still here…”

“Sleep Mama,” He babbled, clutching to her desperately. “Sleep w’ Papa.”

Queenie swayed on the spot with him, rubbing soothing circles onto his back; Eli’s thoughts were all over the place, she realized, for he was scared of being in this new house, scared he didn’t know anything, and he wanted to sleep with his parents because they were safe ­­– they were home. Her heart ached for him involuntarily.

“Alright, honey,” She agreed softly, turning for the door. “Just for tonight, just until you’re used to it.”

Jacob seemed slightly surprised when she re-entered their room with the toddler in her arms but didn’t question it; Eli scrambled on the bedspread when she put him down, immediately pushing himself against his father’s side and resting his head on his stomach.

“Just for tonight,” Queenie murmured, getting back into bed; she laid her hand on Eli’s back comfortingly. “He’s sleeping in his own bed tomorrow.”

Jacob didn’t mind – he didn’t need to say it, of course, because she knew just listening to his thoughts. “Okay, sure. Night, Eli.”

“Nigh’ Papa,” Eli yawned, snuggling up to his father.

The toddler was asleep within a minute, his breaths becoming even, and Queenie couldn’t help but sigh as she looked over him at her husband. “He misses home too – it just ain’t the same.”

“No,” Jacob agreed quietly. “But we’re safe here, right?” I’d rather they were safe; Queenie, the kids…so long as they’re safe, nothing else matters.

“Yes,” She found herself saying softly. “That’s all that matters now.”

An owl arrived at breakfast the next morning shortly after the children had eaten and retreated outside to play; Newt looked positively thrilled when he recognized it as one that belonged to his father, hurriedly pulling the letter from its leg and wincing when it hooted in indignation. “I’m sorry, Dante, I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

“Dante?” Jacob repeated, looking somewhat dumbfounded.

Tina rolled her eyes affectionately. “You can see where Newt gets his awful naming skills from.”

Newt had quickly torn open the letter by this point and was scanning it eagerly. “Let me see…spoken to the Prewett family… Yes!” His face lit up, and he looked at the others sitting around the table. “No one’s bought the Prewett’s sweet shop yet – Father’s asked them to keep it reserved for us until further notice.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Queenie exclaimed, beaming at him. “Newt, that’s so thoughtful, honey – thank you!”

Jacob looked positively stunned. “You…You got me a sweet shop?”

“It’s a sweet shop at the moment,” Newt agreed, folding the letter and putting it in his waistcoat pocket. “But you could easily turn it into a new bakery. There’s a number of wizards living in Beaminster, so I’m sure they’d appreciate getting to try some of your creature pastries. Really, it’s the least I could do.”

There was a long silence that lingered in the air for a moment, punctuated only by the sounds of the children outside playing. Finally, Jacob sat back in his seat and looked at his friend with eyes that seemed to shine with tears. “Newt, buddy, you…you have no idea how much that means to me.”

“Oh, well it’s…it’s nothing really,” Newt dismissed, and his face seemed to go red. “Like I said, you’re my friend ��� our friend,” He amended, casting a look at Tina as she nodded. “And you’re family. We’re both more than happy to help in whatever way we can.”

Jacob still looked close to tears even as he nodded and tucked back into breakfast; Queenie sent her sister and brother-in-law a radiant smile. “We really appreciate it – thank you.”

All of the children had been positively thrilled when Newt asked for them to help him down in the case; his own children ran inside to go down there immediately, faces lit up and eager – the Kowalski children, however, had looked somewhat more unsure.

“Is it…safe?” Ruth asked, taking Abel’s hand and squeezing it.

Toby was the first to step forwards, giving his younger sister a smile. “’Course it is – Uncle Newt’s creatures are great, you’ll see!”

With that, the elder four (Eli did not go with them for it was his naptime, Queenie said – Newt suspected she was just slightly nervous about her children going down to visit these creatures) clambered down the steps of the case and into the shed; they all looked amazed when their uncle opened the door and they saw the number of magical creatures before them, impressed and awed. They followed behind him eagerly, listening to every word he spoke about the proper care of these creatures – even Ruth, who usually tended to dominate a conversation, was silent as she intently listened to everything he said.

“Daisy!” Linnet called when the Kowalski children had caught up, and she waved her hand to catch her cousin’s attention. “Come and meet Dougal!”

Daisy was positively amazed when a new creature materialised beside Linnet, peering at the new guests of the case in interest, and she stopped a few metres away to watch him. “He’s beautiful – what kind of beast is he?”

“He’s a Demiguise,” Linnet informed her, fondly beaming at Dougal as she stroked his fur. “He can see the future, you know – he doesn’t tell me what he sees, though; he keeps that a secret… But he’s really good at hide-and-seek: I can never find him!”

Meanwhile, Leo had begun chattering excitedly to Ruth and Abel near the Bowtruckle tree; one of the tiny twig-like creatures perched on his shoulder beside his ear, much to their amazement. “This is Finn, but we also have Titus, Poppy, Marlow and Tom…oh, and Pickett! Pickett is Daddy’s favourite-”

“I don’t have favourites,” Newt disagreed, though he was grinning to himself as he patted his pocket. “Pickett just has attachment issues, that’s all; it has nothing to do with me.”

“Can I hold one?” Abel asked quietly, much to everyone’s surprise – he usually kept silent, never speaking unless necessary. “Please?”

Newt nodded hurriedly. “Of course, of course…here,” He murmured, and he reached to gently pull one of the Bowtruckles from the tree. “This one is Tom – he’s relatively quiet and doesn’t chatter as much as the others…much like yourself, I suppose.”

Abel smiled shyly, watching with glee as Tom crawled into his cupped hands. “Hi, Tom.”

Watching from his perch on Leo’s shoulder, Finn gave a tiny shriek; his human shushed him affectionately. “Not now – I’ll give you a bug to eat in a minute.” The Bowtruckle seemed to fold its arms, sulking petulantly.

Meanwhile, it hadn’t escaped Newt’s notice that Toby had held back somewhat, choosing to watch his siblings from near the shed; once he was certain that the others were occupied, Newt walked up the path and sent his nephew a fond smile.

“Are you alright up here, Toby?”

Toby shrugged. “I guess. I just…I dunno. Phoenix said something about the Niffler, and I would have gone with him but…”

“But?” Newt prompted gently.

“Well…” The boy bit his lip, avoiding his uncle’s gaze. “I wanted to make sure they were okay, you know? Daisy and Ruth both cried once we left New York, and Abel just looks…sad.” He sighed, looking out at the different habitats in the case. “I wanna go and see all your creatures, Uncle Newt, I do, but…but I’m not good with animals or anything. Daisy and I once found a stray-cat near our apartment, and it really liked her but hissed when I came near.”

The Magizoologist just shook his head, unable to keep himself from grinning knowingly. “Ah, well, I think you’ll find our creatures to be a bit different to stray-cats, Toby – and they already like you very much, as it happens.”

“They…They do?” Toby frowned, extremely confused. “How?”

“It’s not your first time down here, you know,” Newt reminded him, and he beckoned for him to follow; he waited until his nephew had fallen into step beside him before continuing. “Your Auntie Tina and I had to look after you more than a few times when you were a baby – and we used to bring you down here when you couldn’t sleep.”

“You did?”

Newt laughed at his shocked expression. “Of course – Dougal was always trying to mother you when we brought you down, you know, and even the Niffler let you cuddle him a few times. That surprised us quite a bit, to be honest.”

“Yeah…I guess so,” Toby agreed slowly, and his lips started to turn up. “Nifflers don’t stay still for long, do they? Pa told us that your Niffler got loose in a bank once, and that was how he met you and Auntie Tina – he tells us that story to help us sleep sometimes.”

He could just picture it: Jacob telling the children animatedly about how that fateful day at the bank, about how he had discovered magic by accident, how he had met not only Newt but also Tina and Queenie too. That day really had become very significant, even if none of them had realized it at the time.

Newt chuckled softly to himself. “Yes, it’s quite a story, isn’t it?…I dare say someone could even write a book about it one day.”

It took a few weeks to officially secure the bakery; it wasn’t going to be given away for nothing, of course, and so the Prewetts had asked for a relatively moderate sum of money in return. Not familiar with British Wizarding Currency, both Jacob and Queenie had been unsure as to how much it would be – but Newt had shaken his head at them, insisting that he’d pay for it.

“Newt, honey, you don’t need to-”

“We’ve got money, you know, there’s no need-”

Newt had raised his hand, looking between them seriously. “No, no…it’d be my pleasure to buy the shop for you. After all, I technically helped you secure the loan for the previous one – it seems fitting I help you acquire another one, really.”

The embraces he had received at this nearly winded him and left him red in the face – but he had grinned and found himself lightly returning their hugs anyway, pleased that he’d made them both so happy.

“Wow, Scamander…you look shattered!”

Tina huffed, all but flopping into her seat at her desk. “You’d be too if you had eight children living under one roof, Malkin.”

Malkin, a rookie and her current desk-partner, let out a low whistle. “Eight? Blimey, that happened quick…Last month it was three with one on the way, and now it’s eight. Got more than you bargained for then?”

“Five of them are my sister’s,” She muttered dryly. “I don’t know how she and her husband manage it…five…and Newt and I thought it was hard enough with three…”

“Ah. Well, it won’t be too much longer until they move out I suppose,” He mused, sitting back in his chair. “Then you’ll have the house to yourself, right?”

Tina gnawed her lip. “I suppose so.”

While she was getting exhausted by the sheer number of children running around the house at any one time (she’d already had to mend several plates in the kitchen and, on one occasion, had to heal a nasty scrape on Leo’s leg when he’d been accidentally shoved), she didn’t particularly want her sister’s family to move out. Sure, they’d probably live nearby but it had felt so right to be living in such proximity with her sister again (even if it had warranted a number of Silencing spells being cast at night just in case).

Malkin seemed to know what she was thinking about and smirked. “Must be hard to get amorous with your sister and her husband in the house.”

“Shut up,” She snapped, well-aware she was bright red. “That’s not what I was thinking at all.”

“Of course not, Scamander, if you say so.”

Tina debated briefly hexing him, and her hand twitched for her wand, but then decided it wasn’t really worth it; instead she settled for shooting him a glare before turning back to her work. She hated to admit it, but he did have a point – it was hard to have any intimacy when she and Newt were all too aware of Jacob and Queenie sleeping in the next room, and that they not only had their children in the house but nieces and nephews too.

Malkin cleared his throat, interrupting her thoughts. “So, when are you going on leave then?”

“April,” She muttered, not even looking up at him.

“April?!” Malkin repeated, looking genuinely surprised by this. “Merlin, that’s a bit late, isn’t it?”

Tina rolled her eyes. “No – I’m not due until May and, in case you didn’t realize, I’m more than capable of working behind this desk while I’m pregnant.”

“Alright, alright… Jeez, someone’s stressed out.”

Damn right, She thought to herself, feeling rather annoyed, You’d be too if you were me.

She knew she’d have to bring up the subject soon, however, because this arrangement couldn’t continue forever; Phoenix and Linnet had been rather gracious about sharing thus far, but they’d want their own rooms back before too long. To add, things were extremely cramped as it was – let alone with the new baby due to arrive in the following May.

As much as Tina loved the closeness of being with Queenie again, it was undeniable that they needed a new home.

“We’ve been looking at a few places, and…well, we’re just looking for something we can afford, you know?”

“Afford?” Newt questioned, and both he and Tina looked somewhat surprised by Jacob’s statement. “Jacob, you know that we’ll assist in any way we can – if it’s money that you need-”

“No offence, buddy,” Jacob interrupted, looking truly apologetic. “But you’ve both done a lot for us already – it ain’t fair. Besides, this is gonna be our home: we should be the ones paying for it.”

“Well, you can stay here until you can afford something,” Tina suggested, looking between her sister and brother-in-law anxiously. “We’re not about to kick you out or anything… And Newt and I, we really don’t mind you all staying for as long as you need.”

Newt nodded in agreement, but Queenie was already shaking her head. “We’ve already been here a month – and I know you’ve been thinking there’s too many of us here, Teen, that it’s too cramped.”

Tina went bright red when Newt looked at her in surprise. “That’s…I didn’t mean it like that, Queenie…I just meant…”

“I know, I know,” She agreed softly. “But you’re right; it ain’t fair that your kids are having to share their rooms for so long, especially now you’ve got another one on the way.”

“Besides, we…” Jacob hesitated, looking to his wife for confirmation; she nodded at him to continue. “We been thinking that we…you know…might like more kids someday. Maybe. We’d need a proper house for that.”

Newt was silent, clearly thinking to himself; Tina bit her lip and looked down at the table. “I…I might have an idea. It’s probably not a good one, but…”

Queenie’s mouth fell open in surprise. “Teenie…you should have told us!”

Newt and Jacob both looked confused by this, but Tina’s cheeks were burning red. “I still don’t appreciate you reading my mind, Queenie…”

“What? What’s going on?”

Queenie looked between her sister and her husband, still shocked. “Teen knew there was a house for sale around here – and she didn’t say anything!”

“There’s a house for sale nearby?” Newt questioned, looking at his wife in surprise. “Which one?”

She was still pink-cheeked as she ducked her head. “It’s the Macmillans’ house – their kids have all moved out and they want a smaller place to retire in.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Queenie asked again, raising her eyebrows at her sister.

“I didn’t know if you’d want it,” Tina defended, clearly embarrassed. “I thought you guys would want to be closer to the bakery in Beaminster, you know? And it’s still kinda close to us, and I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with that-”

“You guys are family,” Jacob stated earnestly. “You, Newt, the kids – ‘course we wouldn’t mind that!”

“And there are ways they can get to the bakery in Beaminster,” Newt agreed, nodding his head. “Apparition, Floo Powder… I’m sure the Ministry won’t mind setting up the connection, if we persuade them.”

Queenie was tapping her fingers on the wood of the table, looking at her sister intently as she skimmed through her thoughts. “It’s seven rooms,” She murmured slowly. “An old house…How far away is it, Teen?”

“Well, I saw it and spoke to them when I was walking some of the way home from work last week,” Tina explained. “It’s down the path, probably about ten or fifteen minutes away.”

Both Jacob and Queenie looked pleased by this, their faces lighting up; Newt smiled crookedly to himself. “How much do you think it’ll cost, Tina?”

“I can’t know for sure,” She confessed. “But it does need some work, so that might reduce the price a bit. I know that’s probably not what you want to hear, that the house needs some repairs, but they’re relatively minor from what I’ve heard – a few damp spots here and there, an occasional crack in the wall, and a few windows need replacing…”

“That’s fine,” Jacob assured her, clearly excited all of a sudden. “We can fix that up no problem, right, Queenie?”

She paused for a moment, clearly reading Tina’s thoughts to see for herself – but then she beamed radiantly. “That’s nothing!” She stated eagerly. “Oh, it could be perfect once we’ve done some work on it, Jacob – and the kids, they could have some space to run around: real space, a real garden…”

“And you’d all be welcome to visit whenever you want,” Newt added with a grin. “I’m sure the children would be thrilled at living so nearby to each other – they could play as often as they like.”

Tina looked at her sister and suddenly felt her heart lift – if it did happen, then they’d be able to see each other whenever they wanted. It wouldn’t be the same as living in an apartment together, of course, but it didn’t have to be: they could sit and talk whenever they wished, their families sharing holidays and meals just like the two of them had done for years.

Queenie’s eyes were teary as she looked back at her sister with a large smile. “Yes,” She agreed quietly. “I want that too, Teen – it would be perfect.”

I don’t know if I should do a part about them moving in or…? (Yes, they’re going to get the house) Or maybe I should start writing about the difficult miracle!baby pregnancy? (yes, that’ll be multi-chaptered too)

I was so stuck on the last section so I apologize for the delay. On the plus side, I’m going to be pretty un-busy this weekend so…perhaps I’ll get something else written! :D

Hope you enjoyed!

[cianmars]

Once Upon A Time from the show tag thingy. :)

Thank you hun! 

my all-time ultimate fave character: Emma Swan, she’s so amazing and badass and her character development is amazing - she’s in a completely crazy situation but she’s soooo human. 

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: Regina maybe? Like I wasn’t really a fan of her early on because of the whole Graham thing during the curse and the rest of it, though I kind of get her wanting to keep Henry (though not her methods). I love her one liners and sarcasm so much. 

a character I used to like but now don’t: Maybe Rumple? Purely because I feel that they’ve started to write him really out of character and have made his and Belle’s relationship terrible, I used to really like it but now I’m like :/

a character I’m indifferent about: Zeleana, I like her one liners and things but I just can’t bring myself to properly care.

a character who deserved better: David, Snow, Emma, Henry, and Baby Neal - They get barely any family moments at all despite the fact that’s the meaning of the show. Also Ingrid, though I loved her ending, Ruth who should have had the chance to see her family.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: I watched the first season of the show when it was out on the TV in the UK but then it stopped playing so I rewatched a few years later on Netflix. And I really wanted to get into SwanQueen, like really, really did, I had seen all the gif sets and shit and was ready to ship it so hard...... but I just couldn’t.And GoldenQueen because like... ew. 

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Snowing like I know they’re not over but they are the ultimate ship and I’ll never be over how amazing they are, like I want them as my parents they’re just so good and nice. Also like they actors are literally married with kids - like what next level shit???? (also lowkey if Josh and Ginny wanted to adopt a 20 year old English person they can feel free).

a cute, low-key ship: (I’m literally stealing one of your answers here sorry) Henry and Violet. Also Leroy and Nova who just like disappeared???? (Probably Blue’s fault)Emma and Graham were cute.

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: RedSnowing, like there’s so few fics but I love these three idiots @traumatizing-emma writes amazing Red Snowing fics and totally got me hooked. 

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: Regina and Rumple like ew no please stop. 

my favourite storyline/moment: I liked season 3 and 4a. 3 because there were loads of Charming fam moments, and 4a because I loved Emma and Elsa’s friendship, also the Charming backstory with gangster Bo Peep.

a storyline that never should have been written: 4b which just doesn’t exist, like what a shame they forgot to make a 4b. 

my first thoughts on the show: Oh cool fairy tales that could be cool. (Idk I was llike 14 it was a long time ago.)

my thoughts now: Please just be nice to the Charmings, just give them some scenes together and make them happy, pleaseeeeee (also like they can literally hand over writing snowing and the charming fam to me that would be chill.)

[topguncortez]

Day 14: Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain ➣prompt: Desperate Measures ➣Character: Henry "Wolfman" Ruth ➣warnings: death, TOPGUN shit, dog fighting, missiles, guns ➣word count: 1.7k

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Henry had a plan. He always had a plan, it was part of his jump as a RIO. He had to have a plan A-Z in case something went wrong. That’s what made him so good, and what gave him the ticket to TOPGUN with his pilot, Hollywood. But somewhere along the line, those plans that he had come up with on how to get win first at TOPGUN were thrown out the window when he fell for one of the other pilots. 

He hadn’t even noticed she was there until she giggled at his hard-on joke to Hollywood. He had turned around and noticed her blushing. Wolfman then turned back to the front with a blush on his own cheeks. It wasn’t that he hadn’t ever talked to a woman before, it was that most of the women in his small town in Texas he had grown up with. But there was something different about her though. He knew that whatever he did, he couldn’t screw it up. 

But somehow he managed to do exactly that. The very first day, he had pissed her off by saying something dumb in the locker room. He didn’t even know she was there until she slammed her door shut, and stormed out of the locker room. He sat up quickly from his spot on the bench, and caught a glimpse of her hair as she walked out. Hollywood let out a low whistle and laughed at his RIO. 

“You fucked up, Wolf,” Hollywood laughed. 

Later that night, Wolfman showed up at her door with flowers in his hand and his stetson on his head. She stared at him with a wild expression, her eyes looking at the white hat on his head. When Wolfman noticed her not saying anything, he quickly started talking, once again scraping the plan he had come up with in his head. He tensed when she stepped forward, but relaxed when she plucked the cowboy hat off his head and put it on her own. 

“You uh know what you just did?” He asked her. 

“Sure do,” She smiled, “Now. . . you going to stand there dazed and confused or come in?” 

Since that night, the two of them had been inseparable. Everyone quickly knew that Bronco was off limits when she walked in with Wolfman’s white stetson on her head, and sat down next to her RIO. She could hear the comments behind her, but didn’t let them both her. That was probably the best thing about her, she didn’t care what others said. 

Wolfman’s next plan was to propose to her. He knew that it might’ve been a little too soon, only having known each other for 10 weeks, but he had never been so sure about something in his life (other than joining the Navy). His plan was to do it after TOPGUN graduation. Y/N had placed second, right behind Iceman and Slider. Wolfman was fourth behind Maverick. Wolfman beamed with pride as Viper announced Bronco’s name at second place, and could see the shy smile on her features. She knew that she was rightfully in third, still considering Mav and Goose to be ahead of her. 

When they were dismissed and could begin drinking and partying, Wolfman stood up and walked over to her. They had managed to hide their relationship from the command team the whole time, knowing that if they found out they would be kicked out. Y/N was laughing with Iceman and Slider, when Wolfman walked over to them. Iceman whispered something in Y/N’s ear, and she looked over her shoulder to see Wolfman walking over to her with a bright smile. 

“Hey, congrats,” Wolfman said and hugged her. 

“Thank you, Wolf,” Y/N smiled. 

“Can I steal you for a-” 

“I hate to end the celebration early but we have a crisis situation that needs our attention,” Viper said, getting everyone's attention. Y/N and Wolfman shared a look before going over to where Jester and Viper were. 

“Iceman, Slider,” Jester said, reading out names and handing out orders, “Wolfman, Hollywood. . . Bronco.

“Here, sir,” Bronco said, taking her orders from Jester. Wolfman gently squeezed her hip as she ripped open the letter and read it. It was the exact same as the one Hollywood held in his hands, “So much as a day off.” She smiled up at Wolfman, “Come by later?” Wolfman nodded and gave her hip one more squeeze before walking off with Hollywood. 

But Wolfman’s plans were once again scrapped, due to the pilots having to leave that night to get to the middle of the Indian ocean. He saw Bronco sitting on the opposite side of the helicopter, looking tired as ever as she watched the never ending ocean. Once they landed, it was straight to their quarters for much needed sleep. The next day he only saw glimpses of her as they were briefed on the mission, and what they were to do. She was to fly solo, as her RIO was needed back on the ship for radio comms. 

“Whatever you’re planning, quit thinking it through so much,” Hollywood said as they were getting ready to go to the flight deck for pre-flight. 

“What do you mean?” Wolfman asked. 

“You have been planning something for the past couple days. I can tell, you are weirdly quiet. But quit trying to plan something perfect. Just go for it,” Hollywood explained, “She’s over there.” 

Wolfman looked across the flight deck and watched as she did her pre-flight check. Wolfman took a deep breath and walked across the deck towards her. Hollywood was right, he couldn’t keep waiting for the perfect moment to execute his plan. There was never going to be a perfect time, not with the crazy lives they lived. 

“Bronco!” Wolfman called out as he ran up to her. 

“Yeah?” Bronco said, handing her helmet to her warrant officer. Wolfman didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss. She squeaked in surprise but kissed him back, before realizing where she was. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back softly, “What are you-”

“Marry me?” 

“What?! Henry, we are about to-” 

“Please, marry me?” Henry asked, and pulled away from her, and got down on one knee. She looked around and noticed some of the crew looking over at them, “I have been waiting for the right time, you know how I am with planning things, but I couldn’t get the timing and I-” 

“Yes.” 

“What?” 

“Yes, you fool! I’ll marry you!” She smiled, and Wolfman stood up from the ground and hugged her again. He grabbed her face and kissed her, “Mmm, now go! We have a mission to complete!” She shoved him gently towards his plane. 

“Start thinking of wedding plans!” Wolfman yelled as he ran over to his plane. Hollywood leaned against the side with a smirk on his face. He high fived his RIO, before turning to climb into the cockpit. 

Bronco bit back a smile as she climbed into her own cockpit and closed the canopy. Wolfman and Hollywood launched first, and Y/N said a small prayer as she watched their tomcat become airborne. She was next and watched as ground control gave her the sign to go. She had flown alone before, so this was nothing new to her, except the fact that she was now wanted back at home. She flew behind Hollywood, listening over comms as Wolfman searched the sky for the enemy. 

“They’re around here, I’ve got a hard on,” Wolfman said. 

“Sure that’s not because Bronco is right there,” Hollywood joked. 

“Save the locker room talk for later, boys,” Bronco said. 

“Shit tally two, ‘Wood, 5 oclock,” Wolfman said, and Bronco could see the two enemy MiGs right behind them. 

“Break left!” Bronco yelled. 

Hollywood listened and pulled the joystick to the left, trying to lose them. The MiGs were smart, and sped up, going right after the pilots. Wolfman panicked slightly, as he watched them close the gap. He repeated their numbers back to Hollywood as him and Bronco came up with a plan to try and intercept them. 

“Shit! Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!” Wolfman cried out. 

“Deploying flares!” Bronco called out, and hit the flares to try and throw off the missile. 

The MiGs seemed to split, one on each of the pilots. Hollywood and Bronco did their best to try and stick by each other, hoping to get behind one of the MiGs to try and shoot it down, but they were staying too far behind them. It was too dangerous to try and drop down or pull up. Wolfman called out when they took enemy fire, and Bronco could hear the bullets hitting their plane. 

“Out of flares! Dammit!” Hollywood called out, “He won’t fucking leave!” 

“Hollywood, on my call, break left and pull up high and tight,” Bronco said, seeing a gap in the position of the MiGs. She could hear the beeping of the MiG trying to get missile lock on them. 

“I don’t like-” 

“Just do it. . . now!” Bronco called out as she heard that loud familiar blare of the alarm letting them know they were in total missile lock. 

“Y/N, don’t!” Wolfman yelled out, but it was too late. He could see the look of determination on her face as she dropped into intercept the missile that was headed straight for them.  “No!” Wolfman closed his eyes at the sound of the missile and the plane as they collided. He pressed his hand to the canopy, looking as her plane split into two and hurled towards the ocean in a fireball. 

“Eject! Eject, Bronco!” Wolfman’s voice cracked. 

“Mayday! Mayday! We are totally covered by enemy MiGs, Bronco has been shot down. I repeat, Bronco has been shot down,” Hollywood called out, “Can’t take much more of this shit! Wolf! I need you!” 

Wolfman nodded, and pulled back from the side of the canopy. He wiped a tear from his cheek and went back to looking at the radar. He rambled off some numbers to Hollywood, and then went back looking over the side, only seeing a black cloud of smoke rising from the ocean.

[topguncortez]

IT'S UPDATED:)

we are ONE week away from the start:) I have been working hard on getting these done so hopefully things can go off without a hitch. I am not going to be posting as many fics this coming week because A) work sucks, B) school sucks, and C) I am trying to finish these fics!

also, here's my whumptober taglist form (forgot about this shiz)

➢Thank you to the incredible @a-reader-and-a-writer for inspiring me to do this and @whumptober for making this possible! Here’s the LINK to the full whumptober post:)

➣One topic/day will be assigned to one character for that day (i.e Jake gets Day 1, Rooster Day 2, Floydsin Day 3). I will not be doing more than one character a day unless! Its a slash pairing (view characters list for more info about what slash pairings I do. 

➣ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS. As these topics all fall under the WHUMP category, there will be heavy content written and shared. Fics will be tagged accordingly, but no minors are permitted to interact. If I find you are a minor interacting, you will be blocked immediately. 

➣During this time I will not be posting any other fics/blurbs/one-shots or taking requests, primarily because I’ll be writing a lot and posting a lot and I don’t need that added stress.

➣Requesting goes as follows: Pick a day, a prompt, and a character. As I said before, one character will be used a day. Therefore, whatever day and character come in first will be assigned. Look at the examples below for help:

Example: “Jake, Day 27 pls! With Muffled Screams!” 

-Jake will be used as the main character on Day 27. 

Example: "Rooster Day 18! prompt: Take my coat!" 

    "Iceman day 18! using: Just get it over with "

-Rooster will be used as the main character on Day 18 because the request came in first. 

➣My normal requesting rules still stand: if you are a blank blog, a minor, a character I don’t write for, or exceed the two-three sentence limit, your request will not be fulfilled. Check out my request outline here XXX

➣I will update the calendar/character list on SUNDAYS, so you know what days are left. 

➣ALL REQUESTS MUST BE DONE BY: FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3OTH (exceptions maybe made if days aren’t all filled)

(the days are in bold)

1 | A little out of the ordinary

Adverse Effects | Unconventional restraints | “This wasn’t supposed to happen”

2|  Nowhere to Run

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

3| Hairs breadth from Death

Gun to Temple | “say Goodbye.” | Impaled

4 | Dead on your Feet

Hidden Injury | Waking up disoriented | Can’t pass out

5 | Every Whumpee’s Needs

Blood Loss | Running out of air | Hyperthermia

6 | Proof of Life

Ransom video | “I’ve got a pulse.” | Screams from Across the Hall

7 | The way you Shake and Shiver

Shaking hands | Seizers | Silent Panic Attack

8 | Everything hurts and I’m dying

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

9 | The very Noisy Night

Sleeping in Shifts | tossing and turning | caught in a storm

10 | Poor unfortunate Souls

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

11 | “911 What’s your emergency?”

Sloppy Bandages | Self-done first Aid | makeshift Splint

12 | What could go wrong?

“Mayday, Mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

13 | Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few legs

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?” 

14 | Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain

Desperate measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.” 

15 | Emotional Damage

Lies | New scars | Breathing through the pain

16 | No Way Out

Mind control | Paralytic Drugs | “No one’s coming.”

17 | Hanging by a thread

Breaking Point | Stress Positions | reluctant caretaker

18 | Let’s break the Ice

“Just get it over with.” | Treading Water | “Take my coat.”

19 | Enough is Enough

Knees buckling | repeatedly passing out | Head lolling

20 | It’s been a long day

Going into shock | fetal position | prisoner trade

21 | Famous Last Words

Coughing up blood | “You’re safe now.”  | “take me instead.”

22 | Pick your poison

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic reaction

23 | At the end of their rope

Forced to Kneel | Tied to a table | “Hold them down.”

24 | Fight flight or Freeze

Blood covered Hands | “I don’t want to do this anymore.” | Catatonic

25 | Silence is Golden

Lost Voice | Duct tape | “You better start talking.”

26 | No One left Behind

Separated | Rope burns | “Why did you save me?”

27 | Pushed to the Limit

Muffled screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

28 | It’s just the tip of the iceberg

Anger born of worry | Punching the wall | Headache

29 | What doesn’t kill me…

Sleep deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

30 | Note to Self: don’t get kidnapped

Manhandled | hair grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.”

31 | A light at the end of the tunnel

Comfort | Beside Vigil | “ You can rest now.”

MY CHARACTER LIST/PAIRINGS: 

➣Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin 

➣Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw 

➣Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

➣Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace 

➣Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell 

➣Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky 

➣Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw 

➣Henry ‘Wolfman’ Ruth

➣Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson 

➣Floydsin (Bob x Hangman)

➣Hangster (Rooster x Hangman)

➣Opposites Attract 

➣Rhett Abbott (might possibly be cross posted on my main account @basiccortez)

➣taglist form

➣all writing will also be cross posted on @cortezslibrary