#She doesn't freehand anything

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

hi gorgeous!! can i req pumpkin picking with jennifer and a female reader?? its not kinky but ive been needing some jen fluff! (i livee for your writing btw 🫶🫶)

ofc you can! and thank you so much, you're very sweet 🥰 (so far you're the only person who's requested for something fall/halloween themed that isn't related to kinktober believe it or not) hope you like it 💕💕

Pumpkin Patch (Jennifer Check x fem reader)

Warnings: very brief and mild swearing, Jen is implied to have already been possessed by the demon at this point but the reader doesn't know, fluff other than that <3

"What about this one?" You asked while pointing to one of the many pumpkins that dotted the massive field.

"It's not round enough," your girlfriend Jennifer critiqued, giving it a judgmental look.

Her answer didn't surprise you. It had been almost an hour since you'd arrived at the pumpkin patch, and she still hadn't found one that she liked.

"Jen, c'mon, it's starting to get cold outside," you lightly complained while zipping up your jacket. "Just pick one so we can go."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're right. The look of the pumpkin doesn't matter, it's the inside that counts," she replied in a snarky tone, placing her hands on her hips. "Which means any old pumpkin will do, even if it's fugly as hell."

You remained quiet while she spoke, pretty used to her attitude by this point. "Seriously, though. We're just going to end up carving it into a Jack-O-Lantern anyway, so why does it need to be perfect?"

She let out an aggravated huff at the question, giving you a look that said, "Are you stupid?" before responding with, "This is kind of, like, my first ever Halloween I've spent doing stupid couples activities. I just want to find one that'll be perfect."

You suddenly felt like the worst girlfriend ever. No wonder she was so deadset on having a perfect pumpkin, she didn't want her first holiday season with a partner that actually cared about her to fall short of her expectations.

"How about we walk back over this way again? Maybe you'll happen to find one that you like," you suggested in a tone that was both soft and understanding while holding your hand out for her to take.

She wanted to roll her eyes and scoff, but she could tell you were really trying your best to make her happy. "Ugh, fine."

Jennifer took your hand, lacing her warm fingers through your cold ones. You had no idea how she always managed to stay so toasty even in such freezing weather conditions, but you weren't complaining.

After what seemed like ages of searching, you were finally able to find a pumpkin that you could both agree on. It was pretty heavy for you, but she didn't even seem to break a sweat when lifting it up.

"You know, I should really be the one carrying it for you so you're not forced to do any hard work," you lightly teased, knowing full well your knees would instantly buckle under the weight.

This time she did roll her eyes, but it was more playful than anything else. "And have you break your back? Absolutely not. I'm not lugging both you and this pumpkin all the way to the emergency room because you decided you wanted to show off."

You grinned at her response, finding it amusing. Despite her aloof personality, you knew if something actually did happen to you she'd be there at an instant in order to help you.

"So how should we carve our pumpkin? Do you want to do the traditional look of a Jack-O-Lantern, or something else?"

"I don't want my pumpkin to look like it was carved by a bunch of nerds, if that's what you're asking," she said with a hair flip, the breeze catching the scent of her perfume and causing it to waft in your direction. You didn't want to sound like a creep, but god did she smell good.

"Well, we can always go online and look for a design there. Maybe Pinterest will have some cool inspos for how we should carve our pumpkin," you began before adding, "Or we could always just freehand it. I mean, if we mess it up we can always just start again with a new one."

Jennifer wasn't even listening at this point, too caught up by the melodious sound of your voice and the exicted sparkle in your eyes to pay much attention to what you were saying. She realized then it didn't even matter how the pumpkin got carved, because she was just happy she got to spend this time with you.

End notes: this was really fun to write <3 I promise I haven't forgotten about Kinktober y'all I'm working on getting a few more days done before I start posting for it again

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Whattup people who read my Batman posts! Brainrot's still rotting, I just had junk to do, so I didn't draw for a while! Anyhoodle, time for another character, Duke Thomas, a.k.a The Signal (and also Robin depending on how you're counting it!)

You know the drill by now, initial trace with my lazy backdrop! I liked drawing Duke, but BOY HOWDY HEY, he was hard. Like, I'm just gonna come out and say it, I am BAD at drawing armor and buildings and machines and anything non-organic. Which means Signal is probably one of the hardest costumes to get right. This was just the trace, so it wasn't too bad, but trying to understand how his costume worked was quite the game for this whole process. I will say, he's got one of my favorite color schemes out of any of the Batfamily. The light dark contrast works really well in a way that is only seen elsewhere on the Robin cape, and the fact that this is actually the Signal's whole costume makes it feel more cohesive and effective than that. And, you know, it's also really cool thematically, considering light is kinda Duke's whole thing.

Freehanded drawing with referenced trace! This was a ROUGH time. I had to redraw Duke three separate times before I got a result I was satisfied with.

So, remember how I said that I struggled to understand how his costume actually works? Yeah, that's because I have a decent grasp how armor is actually supposed to work, and this ain't it fellas. Like, not knocking the design, it looks cool and is certainly easier to draw once you get the hang of it, but it makes less intuitive sense to me. What is happening on his neck? Is that like pure metal molded to his skin or something? That's not how physics work. Why are his pauldrons not actually covering his shoulders, and also where and how exactly are the attached to anything? It was confusing, but definitely a good exercise for me.

Again, the stuff they did was actually pretty smart, since it's comic books and they don't have to move realistically, and this makes it easier to pose his head, chest, and shoulders. It was just difficult for me to wrap my head around. Ignoring all the physics defying stuff,

Signal probably has one of the smartest/most practical costumes of the Batfam too. For one, he actually has a helmet and protects his head. Two, he has armored all of his vital organs like his lungs and heart and stuff. Three, he doesn't have a cape, which means he can't be grabbed or snagged as easily, and doesn't have to fight working around that. This is sad for me though, because I love drawing capes : (

Pose for characterization. I'mma be straight with ya'll, I don't know much about Duke. Like, I've read all of the We Are Robin/Robin Wars comics, but that doesn't actually give me much of a handle on Duke as a person, or how he behaves because it has to split the focus between so many protagonists, and also because there's a bunch of other stuff happening, so Duke doesn't get as much focus as you'd suspect. I haven't read anything else where he appears (except for Wayne Family Adventures, but I don't think that counts).

The general vibe I got from We Are Robin and from other comic readers is that Duke is probably the most approachable member of the Batfamily. He wasn't raised as an assassin from birth, he hasn't been Robin since he was like 9, he didn't die and come back to life---his life experience, while far from normal, is still much closer to the average human being, so he can relate and react better. (The only other member who really gets close is Steph, but she's been around longer and has had time to get into more whacky life or death scenarios, so she's a bit nuttier. Duke'll get there in time, I'm sure).

I tried to convey this approachability by giving him an open expression and more relaxed body language, even though he is a pretty mistrusting and high strung person. Comes with the territory of being a vigilante I guess.

As always, the text for his hero name is traced off a comics cover. To indicate the duality of Duke being both a pretty chill kid and also absolutely insane, I felt the need to put his civilian name in two fonts. I also tried to make his civvies call back to his We Are Robin uniform without being an exact one to one. I'm positive that Duke'll take any excuse to wear Robin colors, even after the ban was lifted, just because it pisses off the cops.

Can you guys guess who comes next based off the order so far? (You won't, it only makes sense to me).

Other Batfamily Members:

Nightwing Edition

Red Hood Edition

Robin (Carrie Kelley) Edition

Red Robin Edition

Spoiler Edition

Robin (Damian Wayne) Edition

[cosmereplay]

Day 6: it still bleeds

Rated Explicit, Navani/Evi, they’re related by marriage and they call each other sister so beware of that, period sex, Oathbringer spoilers

Fic below the cut:

Navani wanted to laugh when Evi arrived with an entire bag of supplies, but her womb hurt too much to follow through completely. “Please, Evi, I’m not bleeding that badly,” she chuckled. 

The foreign woman simply smiled, the smug one she retained for when the people around her were being particularly Alethi. She walked in, wearing a plain dress with an apron. At least it had a proper safehand sleeve; Evi had been wearing one with confidence for at least a year now. 

Navani watched with amusement as Evi dismissed the master-servants, then seemed to pause, looking around the living room before deciding on a spot by the far wall. She pulled over a privacy screen, then bustled about, humming to herself. 

“So what is this cure for cramping you were so excited to show me?” Navani asked, feeling equally impatient and curious. This was likely some silly home remedy that Evi was always fond of, but Navani was finally desperate enough to accept her offer of help. The cramps really had been something this month. 

Evi emerged from behind the screen and waved her over with a big smile. Behind the screen, a small table had been pushed to the side, against the wall. Beside it, between the screen and the wall, there was a large towel on the ground.

Navani raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. What is this?”

“Come, sister. Take off your skirt, and…” 

Navani took a step back. “What are you going to do? Is it a suppository?”

“It doesn't have to be. Which reminds me, I must clean my hands. Wisdom of the Heralds, as you Alethi say. Get as undressed as you can. The servants won’t be returning, and I will be very gentle, so you can relax!”

Navani wasn’t sure what to make of the phrase “I will be very gentle,” but the privacy screen was a helpful addition. As she looked around, feeling awkward, another wave of cramping hit her, and she figured she had nothing to lose.

When Evi returned, Navani was bare from the waist down. She’d lifted her skirt, tucking the excess fabric between the front buttons of her havah’s top, just in case she needed to look decent in a hurry. 

Evi herself had unbuttoned and pinned back her safehand sleeve. She clapped her hands in delight. “Excellent! Now stand here on the towel, and put your hands on the wall if you want stability. I’ll be back here.” 

As Navani got into place, Evi wrapped her arms around Navani’s waist from behind. Needless to say, it wasn’t proper, but then again, neither was Navani’s position. This is for science, Navani thought, and gritted her teeth.

Whatever she was expecting, getting slowly rocked side to side in a gentle hug wasn’t it. “Navani, I know you’re disappointed that you bled again this month. I know how much you want another child,” Evi said in a low, melodic voice.

That disappointment was the last thing Navani wanted to think about. 

“I can feel you tensing.” Evi continued rocking her side to side, her voice soft against Navani’s shoulder. “Cramping bodies must tense and release, that is our wisdom in Rira.” 

With successive rocking, and the warmth of Evi’s body pressed against Navani’s, she started to relax a little, and felt the disappointment rise to the surface. Navani took a few shuddering breaths, and Evi coached her to breathe out her disappointment. If she happened to drop a few tears on the towel, Evi didn’t say anything.

Almost imperceptibly, the direction of the rocking changed, forward and back now. “Good, good,” Evi intoned, shifting her hands. She hugged Navani closer with her freehand, and her safehand drifted downward. She started to toy with the hair of Navani’s mound. 

“I–that tickles,” Navani said, feeling heat rising to her face. Evi’s fingertips fluttered across Navani’s lower lips, feeling cool to the touch, but they were soon warmed by the heat from Navani’s skin.  

“Too ticklish?” Evi asked. She shifted to a flat palm and started to slowly rub Navani between the legs.

“That’s much better…” Navani said, and a small moan escaped her lips. She braced herself against the wall with her hands, letting Evi do whatever she wanted. 

Their movements had escalated so naturally that only now did Navani realize she was rutting her ass against Evi, and her sister was thrusting back with an increasingly lush lewdness. Navani could feel Evi’s breasts against her back, and the heat between them was rising. 

Evi slid a finger down Navani’s slit, and Navani moaned again, feeling an explosion of pleasure…

…that resulted in blood spilling down her legs. 

“Don’t look, don’t worry,” Evi said, and forced her back into the rhythm. “That’s what the towel is for. We are here for your release.”

I did just release… Navani started to think, but Evi’s clever fingers started to move in earnest, circling the centre of her pleasure, and Navani stopped thinking.

For a few shining moments, pleasure dominated Navani’s mind, permeated her body, as she rocked, 

and gasped, 

and arched, 

and basked in the warm white light of the Tranquilline Halls.

Evi released her, and Navani let out a long, blissful sigh, resting her sweaty forehead against the cool wall. Blood ran freely down both legs. She was a mess, but she couldn't deny she felt a great relief.

“Better?” Evi asked. “Less pain?”

Navani couldn’t believe it. “No pain,” she marvelled.

“It won’t last forever, but hopefully your cramps won’t be quite as bad for a while,” Evi said with a big smile, waggling a bloody finger at Navani. “Now go have a nice warm bath. I will clean this up so your servants do not see.”

Navani stepped aside, and Evi ducked down to pick up the towel, wiping her hands with it as she examined the floor for any missed spots. Navani practically floated towards the bathing room. Even though she still wasn’t pregnant, she didn’t have to suffer, and that was a gift. In the doorway, she turned.

“Evi?” 

She looked up from packing her bag. “Yes Navani?”

“Thank you,” Navani said, and gave Evi her most earnest smile. 

“You are welcome, sister,” Evi said, and smiled back.

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Title: How I Met Your Witch. Prompt: ... For: Was for an October prompt event but i didn't finish it, so i'm now posting this cause I thought it was cute. Who: Caesar Kane (OC) & Cassian Barakzai (OC) Wip: Magically Inclined Notes: Caesar meets Cassian when Cassian's lost cat shows up at her cafe. They meet. Words: 501

Caesar Kane watches intently as a little black cat scratches its paws against the back of her cafe's sofa. As much as she'd like to throw a fit about it, the little guy is cute and it isn't exactly doing any harm. So, she doesn't do anything to it. She just lets it do its thing, it deciding to lounge on the sofa, opposed to scratching it anymore — her watching, curiously, wondering what it would be like to be a cat.

She's so lost in her own thoughts that she avoids noticing the dark-haired woman —- who she doesn't know is a real witch —- who walks into the cafe with a look of irritation in her brown eyes. "Oi," the dark haired witch says looking at her with narrowed eyes. "What's my cat doing here?"

Caesar does not even budge at her voice. She's used to having irritable customers. It's just another Monday to her. "I don't know, it was bored?" she states a little bored herself, looking at her like it's not her problem, before she looks at the cat who's walking in their owner's direction. When it reaches them, it prrs against its owner's legs and the witch picks up her cat. "Bored?" The witch asks, perplexed. She looks at the cat, and then right at Caesar who still looks bored, herself. "Were you bored, Terry?" The cat prrs louder. "I suppose he was."

Caesar sighs, right before she reaches out to touch the cat. It does not hiss at her. Instead, it prrs against her touch and its owner smiles. "Terry's a weird name for a cat. Sounds a little too human," Caesar says, casually.

The witch shrugs with only one shoulder, before she states. "That's because he's not just any cat — he used to be a person." The witch replies. She watches as Caesar continues to pet the cat, and the thing finally pulls away.

"Well, it's better than my name," Caesar comments, suddenly realizing how beautiful this woman is. She's got pale skin, jet black hair, and cheekbones that can cut through marble. She also has catlike brown eyes that are as alert as the cat's. She picks up on the comment, but like irritable customers walking in, she's used to people saying odd things.

"What's your name then? My name's Cassian," the witch introduces, using a freehand to shake, then resting the arm she's not using.

Caesar chuckles. "Caesar," she says casually, "It's nice to meet you, Cassian and Terry." She shakes the beautiful woman's hand and smiles at her, softly — impressed by meeting another woman with a name that's usually a man's. "Nice to meet you, too. Thanks for letting my little guy stay here for a while." Cassian says this just as casually as Caesar had said her own name.

"What did you mean by he 'used to be a person'?" she asks the witch, finally, even though she's used to it, but still not aware of the fact that she's a real witch.

The witch winks at her. Uses the cat's paw to wave at her. "We have to go — maybe I'll explain it another day, yeah?" she replies, and then she turns to leave out the door.

Caesar is still confused. So she mumbles, "Used to be human," under her breath, before looking at where the cat had been laying. "Why do the attractive people always have to be a bit weird?" Now bored, since there was no cat there to watch, she hums to herself and waits for her next customer.

[countrymusiclover]

12 - Teasing Beau

Part 13

Other Hoyt's Off Limits

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Unknown to either of us Jenny was sitting at the bar clutching a beer bottle in her hands watching the two of us before Cassie came and sat down beside her. "Jenny, I think you were wrong about Mallory." The blonde knew she wasn't leaving the bar anytime soon tonight.

Jenny raised her beer to her lips, scoffing. "I don't want to talk about this, Cass. She clearly doesn't care what I think, considering she was just doing karaoke with Beau a few minutes ago."

"Come on, Jenny. You can't really be mad at her over this. She is a grown person and should be able to make the choice on her own." Her friend explained ordering a beer for herself.

Jenny shook her head not wanting to admit that she might be right. Even if she was she could have told her that she changed her mind and had found someone she liked. But she didn't do anything like that, that was why she was frustrated with her little sister. "I get it, Cassie. But she lied to me. She lied to me even though she came home begging me to find her a guy that wasn't going to hurt her. I was doing my job to protect her and she just threw our trust away."

"So you're just going to be mad at her forever over this?" Cassie asked her. "I mean I get that she is your little sister. But she has to make her own choices in life. If she does get hurt again all you can do is be there for her."

Jenny sighed, pulling out some money paying the bartender sliding off the barstool. "I'll see you tomorrow, Cassie. And you're right I am doing it to look out for her. I just can't forgive her so easily."

"You did it for me with Cody. How is this any different?" Her friend asked, turning around on her barstool.

Jenny Hoyt paused in the doorway of the bar looking back at her. "I'm not gonna answer that. Goodnight Cassie."

Mallory's POV

Stretching my arms and legs out I turned over in a bed finding the other side was empty. Sitting upright I felt my head hurting from the amount of drinks we had last night at the bar. Looking around I was inside Beau's trailer where he was asleep on the couch that I could see in the living room. "Beau, Beau. Wake up." I called his name seeing he didn't move and just snored.

Grabbing one of the pillows I threw one on his stomach where he grumbled waking up rubbing his eyes looking ame confused. "Who the what - Mallory. Oh boy, we should not have drank tequila last night."

"For sure...do you happen to have any pain medicine anywhere?" I asked closing my eyes gently, laying back down, pulling the covers over my face seeing the sunlight trying to break through the curtains of the window.

Beau got up from the couch rummaging around in a cabinet or something before he gently pulled back the covers handing me a pill. Sitting back up I took it before he sat at the foot of the bed turning his phone on changing into a panicked state. "Crap I can't believe I forgot about Emily. She's gonna be so mad if I am late. And Carla has left three voicemails."

"Beau whoa slow down. What has you so freaked out. Just talk to me." I asked, swinging my legs over the side of the bed so we were sitting beside each other.

He turned his head in my direction running his freehand through his hair creating a messy look. We didn't get back to the trailer until almost midnight just talking at the bar till they closed for the evening. "I told her that we could spend the day together just the two of us. But I have this splitting headache and she is coming over in an hour."

"Hey Beau, it's okay. Look, I'll help you get through this hangover. And if you want, this could be the day I meet your daughter officially if you want." I suggested clasping my hands together in my lap feeling my headache starting to get better after taking the pain medicine.

The sheriff shot me a look of confusion at my offer. The two of you hadn't talked about meeting his daughter yet. Since we were still trying to take things slowly. "I mean if you want too we can Mallory. I don't want to pressure you into anything. Emily will probably be thrilled."

"Don't worry it won't be like the argument with my sister last night. She seems really nice, Beau." I replied, getting to my feet trying to make myself not look like I passed out here with her father before the girl would get here.

It was exactly an hour before a car pulled up in the driveway and I saw Emily get out waving bye to her mother when we stepped outside onto the porch. "Hey dad. Hey Mallory." She hugged him gently, smiling at the both of us.

"Hey 'Em, so there is something we should talk about." Beau broke the hug glancing my direction with a nervous smile on his face. He is normally a very confident person up until this moment in front of me and his daughter.

The teenage girl nodded, opening the door, putting her bag inside as we all sat down in chairs staring at one another in silence. I wasn't sure what to say or how to start the conversation between me and her. "So what did you guys want to talk about?"

"Well Em, do you remember when I was telling you about a new girl that I was dating. The truth is that she is Mallory. Jenny's sister even though the three of us work together." Beau explains slumping his shoulders still feeling nervous about what she would say next.

She grinned ear to ear, slapping her hands on her knees before getting up and hugging me suddenly. "That is so great. Mallory. Now there is some stuff I have to tell you about my dad. Like he wants to have you and your dog move in with him and he also snores sometimes at night. Oh and-"

"Alright alright kiddo. How about you get settled in for the night. I'm gonna talk with Mal." Beau held his hands up, cutting her off before she could say something else.

I chuckled watching her leave us outside alone before I intertwined his hands with mine. "Calm down Beau. I don't think she will embarrass you too much. I am just revealed that she actually likes me."

"See I told you she would. You're a special girl to me,Mallory." He leaned down kissing me where I kissed him until an idea popped into my head where I broke away from him going to find Emily.

Flinging the door opened I called down the hallway remembering something that he has done at work that me and Jenny found hilarious. "Emilf if you want to talk about your father he has a ten year old picture of himself on the sheriffs department website and he refuses to change it!"

"Mallory, I'm not changing the picture. And she doesn't need to know that." Beau sighed heavily standing in the doorway seeing us sitting on the couch laughing now.

Emily laughed falling back until she pointed her index finger at me. "He says people in Texas call him BT but I don't remember anyone ever calling him that."

Covering my mouth with my hands I started laughing even more at how easy we were getting along with Beau just standing uncomfortably in front of us. "Oh my gosh. I can't wait to hear more."

"Who wants breakfast? Oh, is that my phone? Maybe it's a call from Cassie." Beau pretended to search for his phone until I got to my feet, kissing him slowly with a smile.

Wrapping my arms around his neck he smiled into the kiss. "Awe don't worry, Beau. Isn't it important that we are bonding and like each other even if it's over you."

"I guess so, Mal." He mumbled looking back at his daughter where she takes a picture of us holding each other like this smiling back at her.

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Had it not been for Nico, Nova's little spiel might have been received differently. As it was, though, Dmitry was used to Nico's own no nonsense attitude. Instead of finding it threatening, he found it oddly... endearing. The more he hung out with Nova, the more he saw similarities between her and Nico, and it only seemed to make Nico that much more adorable in Dmitry's eyes. No, this kinda thing he was familiar with. It drew a smile from him, not offense nor discomfort.

"Hey... I love Nico; I'm not about to be a jerk at you. Like I said, I'm willing to answer questions, and you must have plenty. You're careful, I get that. I'm just saying I'm careful too. I'm sharing because I choose to, you matter. But I'm sharing only because I want to." He was quiet for a few moments before adding, "It's a compliment. I don't really know you yet, but I'm choosing to tell you things anyway because I know and respect what you've done for Nico. You just need to know no one can make me do things I don't want to do. That is a decision I made, and no one goes above that one. Not him, not Lisbeth, not anyone."

He realized, of course, that by saying that he was exposing that there was a deeper reason why he'd drawn that boundary so long ago. That, he hoped she would understand not to ask about. If she was as much like Nico as he had gathered, though, he was also half-expecting she would ask anyway, precisely because of the personal nature of the topic. In a way, he was trying to let her in, even if he wasn't quite sure how to go about it.

He was definitely interested in the geometry topic, though. As she spoke, he was visualizing what she was describing, playing with the figures in his mind to try and connectt he dots. She was basically telling him that with these pictures, he could do anything. "Holy shit, it's like... wormholes and quantum entanglement."

Then, a natural follow-up question. "When people mess up... How exact does it have to be drawn? I mean, there's gotta be a point where it's acceptable and beyond that, it's considered an error, right? So, a tolerance. I can get the stars pretty accurate, I measure the distances in ratios when I put them on the ceiling. I can tell Nico to get me a few tools and I can make it even more exact if need be. Circles, lines, it can be done freehand," he drew a few shapes carefully to illustrate his skills, "or there's stuff like stencils, rulers, projectors... Just depends." In another life, he could have been a phycisist or an engineer. He would have wanted the former, but he'd have been just as good at either field, really. What he had was a mind attuned to patterns, mechanisms, tinkering.

"Nico sucks at math. He's real smart, he just doesn't do numbers like I do, I think. Loves asking me about it though," he chuckled. "I'm sure if you or I explain it to him, he'll get it. He just has to want to get it, y'know?"

He was quiet when she asked what was after him, however. He thought about it carefully. What was it that he needed to be protected from? Many things, surely. Some more credible threats than others, too. On one hand, he was almost caught off-guard by the fact that she cared to ask at all. It made sense: she loved Nico, Nico loved him. Therefore, he mattered to Nova too. But some part of him had also always just been accustomed to being ignored, neglected, forgotten and abandoned. It was nice when people cared. It was terrifying when people cared.

Immediately, a few threats came to mind. His father, perpetually occupying first place, was not one he was currently concerned about regardless. The guy was dead, roasting forever. He'd made sure of that, and Nico had gladly confirmed. Chernabog, whose name he didn't actually know, was second. There was just something so deeply unforgivable about Nico having been harmed like that. His own death was something Dmitry could look past, but torturing Nico? No, that was unforgivable. So him, second place. Third...

"I don't like Murmur," he told her, plain and simple. "I don't think he'll hurt me, he has... good reason not to. But I don't trust him and I don't like him. Demons around him, even less. There's also... If I describe one of them to you, do you think you can figure out who it is? I don't have a name." He thought some more. "Not... so much after me, but after my mom. She's safe for now, but I wanna bring her here I think. She'll be safer that way. They're human, though, I don't think it'll take much to stop them from getting here. And... not to keep away, but to allow in, I trust Sammy. He can help, if we need. He's done so before."

She rose a brow when he deflected to Nico. He looked rather healthy for the rumors she had heard. With a comment like that she believed he was eating well. Still, the deflection struck her funny coming from someone who probably thought a normal sized meal was a fatty's calorie ridden smorgasbord. Who knew at this point? It was why she was asking questions.

"Good, good-good...good to know. Glad you cleared that up because I didn't want to have to call you out for the beligerance and immaturity it takes to cry out for autonomy by demanding you owe me no explantion about yourself when you're the one that brought me into this situation, welcome me into your home where I'm now expected to try and survive accordingly as a fugitive, and then act like I have to walk around in it blind if you so choose with no idea what I've gotten myself into. Just trust blindly. Ask no questions like a good mental freak and be thankful you walked with us as my son who I love but haven't seen in years broke me out of a demon's trap, who's current life I know absolutely nothing about. Mhm. Mhm. Got it. Try not to forget I didn't actually belong there."

She had to momma-zone mic drop the little welcome-home-I-owe-you-nothing-little-guy for just a moment.

Then she carried on because what else a momma knows is if that's her son's partner, he matters. What she was going to get that partner to figure out, a boy's momma always matters too. Owes her nothing her ass.

Back to sacred geometry. At least that he seemed to want to stay focused on. No deflections.

"Yes." Oh she was happy there. She could see he was getting it. "You got it. The lines on a demon's or angel's sigil aren't just a logo because it's pretty. They're all equations. Lines that link to their energy. It's the math to tune into their vibrations. Learn the codes to summon or protect. Ward and bannish. You've got the idea. You get it. It works for places too. Different realms. Dimensions. Higher plains. It's why you see yogis or meditators trying to use this stuff and claiming visions."

She shimmied up a little closer going off on another tangent. "You've probably heard of dabblers in the occult making things go wrong. Like they meant to summon so and so and got someone else. It's not always because they're weak witches. It's because they did the wrong math. They're not practiced. It's why a weak sayer can accidentally tap into a power that overpowers them and unleashes something too dangerous to control or just something went wrong in a spell. The geometry wasn't mathmetically correct. Every line matters. The symmetry. The pitch on the tuning fork. Everything in a ritual. Whatever is being used. Every energy matters. Magic is science. Science is math. Geometry is sacred. We need geometry on our floors and walls, even the attic. We're going to keep a lot of bad things out. Murmur's sigils is his own equation. Things like this can be left as a calling card. It's a link in or an escape route. But we can block the gate. That's one step in making the house safe for Nico and me for that matter. I'll teach you everything."

"I never taught Nico." She admitted. She realized now maybe that was a mistake. He was so young. She did it all herself being mom taking it on back. She tried so hard to not worry him because he was always so worried. She'd see that look in his eyes and turn everything back to play time again wanting him to have some form of childhood in all this.

She was running through her mind what she used to have in their house back when she lived with Nico when he was young as she nodded. What ended up being her undoing was the humans watching her plan for demons. Even that she realized was part of the demon's plan. He was grown up now so no more child services. This was a plus. That's why bear traps were on her list. For the humans. She'd be out digging booby traps before too long for trespassers. But then she had to wonder something else.

"What's after you? What do we need to protect you from?"

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Fiancée Secret - part 2

Part 3

@deepprincesstraveler requested series. Klaus and Y/n have a heated argument about their relationship that brings something to light.

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"I never stopped loving you, Y/n. My awe-inspiring hybrid."

Sitting on my bed hands folded in my lap feeling Klaus's eyes trained on me, leaning his back against the wall. We've been in the same room and spots for hours until the sun came up. A scowl still on my face even still seeing his weak eyes. He barely ever shows his weak side but like I said before I won't forgive that easily. If you love someone, truly love someone. You don't sleep with a werewolf a year after you're engaged. "Y/n can you please just say something. The only thing I can hear is your heartbeat." He grumbles breaking the intense silence in the room. You're lucky I don't blast you out of my bedroom right now. "I have to go. It's time for me to talk with Cami at the bar." I get to my feet throwing on a jacket rushing out the door. Once walking the streets of New Orleans with a bunch of people moving around I feel a whooshing sound start walking beside me. Dang vampire speed.

"Come on love. Just hear me out." He gently grabbed my wrist making me hault rolling my eyes up at him. "Why should I Klaus. For all I know you could just compel me to forget what I saw so I come crawling back to you." He gives me the puppy dog eyes, his hand now intertwined with his. "I promised I'd never do that to you, Y/n. You know that." Tilting my head down I mutter under my breath knowing he'll still hear it. "There's a lot of things you promised. You promised it'd be you and me, nobody else. I can't believe you're promises anymore." His freehand tilts my chin up regret in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for breaking that promise. But it isn't what you think my love. The little wolf and I were both wasted drunk. I regretted my actions thr moment you walked in the room. She means nothing to me..." Yanking my hand from his I storm off towards the bar still not buying his words. "Keep your accuses Niklaus. We're over!"

For weeks gifts and notes have been following me wherever I go. I should've expected him to pursue me. Every single one gave me the same words 'Y/n my love, I'm sorry. For bringing you pain. It was never my intention...please forgive me, Klaus.' Exiting the bar I feel the sun beating down on me. The smell of alchohol made me throw up in the back room thankfully Cami whose become a good friend was there to help. The wind blows my hair for a note to land at my feet. Picking it up I read the same words with a red rose taped to it. "My favorite flower won't fix this either Niklaus!" He slowly reveals himself from the alleyway by the bar. Hands in his jacket striding up weakly. "You've been dodging my other attempts but I'll keep trying-" I cut him off baring my teeth spinning on my feet to face him. "Quite trying. I'm not getting back together with you, ever. Do you wanna know why - because you were my first love. I trusted you with my heart and you - you broke it. I came here to get away from you but the supernatural world must be against me...because you found me!"

"Y/n please. I'm begging you..." He's inches away now bending down on one knee, holding the engagement ring. "Hayley means nothing she was simply a way to find the cure...she's not you my love. She doesn't break down my tough walls, she doesn't make me feel loved. It's you - it's always and only going to be you." My eyes feel heavy and I feel pain shooting through my belly making me clutch the note in my hands. "Klaus stop..." He shakes his head no still staring up at me. "I care about you. I love you with all my heart. What's important to you, is important to me. What makes you happy, makes me want to keep you so. What scares you I want to tear apart. I know I messed up but I'll do anything to hold you in my arms again, kiss you again, hear you laugh and see you smile, make love to you. But above all of it...to get to call you my wife."

Tears slip from my eyes even though I don't want them too. Dang pregnancy hormones. "Klaus I - I'm preg - I..." My words stumble out before my eyes fall closed. My legs give out from under me. He gets to his feet catching me bridal style instantly. My right hand barely rests to his cheek. "I've got ya my love." He reassures me seeing my eyes barely open. "I - love - you Nik." The last thing I see before passing out are his blue eyes looking down on me terrified.

Groaning I feel soft bedsheets beneath me squinting my eyes at the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains of a room I don't recognize. "Finally you're awake. I was terrified." Nik's voice meets my ears grumbling realizing we aren't in my apartment. "Where the hell am I?" He comes to sit on the other side of the bed. "My family's compound. I had Freya heal you but she's hiding something from me I can feel it." Climbing out of the bed I rush for the door but when my hand touches it I feel a surge of magic go through me. "You've gotta be kidding me. Boundary spell. What are you five years old Klaus!" Pressing my back on the door arms crossed angrily watching him. "I'm sorry Y/n. But I need an explanation. Why can't you believe you're the only one I love. Why did you collapse in my arms in the middle of the Quarter?" Because you could leave me and this child.

"I already told you why how hard is it to understand. I'm not getting back together with you Klaus Mikaelson." My eyes flash the golden color. He gets to his feet coming to cup my face in his hands titling his head slightly. "If someone is hunting you or has hurt you I'll make them suffer." Shaking my head no trying to move away from him. "No one's hurting me. Now let me go."

He pressed my back against the door arms on both sides of my head. Forcing me to be trapped by him making our noises brush against each other. "Then why can I hear a heartbeat, Y/n?" Sucking a breath in my throat I try to stop my heartbeat from increasing its pace. "It's just mine that's it." His hot breath whispers in my ear. "We agreed no secrets between us." Am I afraid of him hurting me, no I'm not. I'm afraid he'll find out the truth.

"Nik, please. Everything's fine-" He growled deeply showing the golden hybrid eyes slightly darker than normal. "Stop lieing Y/n. I can hear a second heartbeat inside you!" I'm so dead now.

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hiii i love your imagines !! you're a talented writer :)

can i request an imagine where draco meets a blind girl not knowing she's blind and she and hermione are in the great hall talking about whatever and then he walks up to her because he thinks she's cute but like he doesn't know she can't see him so he's saying all the wrong things and cluelessly making a complete fool of himself and then hermione finally tells him and talk 100% pure fluff k lol byeeeee ily

You definitely had a hard time getting around hogwarts. You were the only student with a dog. It was so weird to many other students who didn't come to the same conclusion as Hermione. It was a service dog. Obviously. Hermione usually walked you back and forth to classes anyways and she seemed to really see you as a friend.

She'd read aloud to you mainly because the wizarding world does have a braille based books. You liked this set up, you really liked the library too. It was peaceful, much like spending time with your other friend Luna. Hermione began to notice Draco watching you, him smiling to himself whenever you cracked a joke or helping you when Hermione wasn't close enough to help you with whatever you were doing.

Draco thought you were absolutely beautiful. Your mind was brilliant and you had this wonderful personality. Hermione could see the crush forming on you already. One day you were doing something in the potions classroom and your dog was helping you. Like actively helping you, he was opening cabinets. Draco blinked a few times standing next to you. "That's a.. smart dog." Draco said. "Mmhm." You nodded. You always heard that from other students. Hermione walked over and she handed you something. "Where is it?" You asked. She lifted your hand over the cauldron and said "okay now drop it." She nodded. You did, wiping your hands and going back to what you were doing beforehand.

Draco didn't exactly find that strange but it certainly confused him. Draco was kind of clueless when it came to this. He saw you walking alone one day, accidentally tripping and falling. "This is why I need my dog." You muttered to yourself before feeling around for a notebook. You felt someone's hand and rose a brow. "Hey, you good?" Draco asked. "Oh! Hi Draco." You greeted. Did you... Not know it was him beforehand? "Hey. Where's your dog?" Draco asked. "Vet appointment." You said. "And Hermione?" He asked. "Exam." You said. Draco picked the rest of your stuff up. "We have this next class together would you like me to walk you?" Draco asked. "If you don't mind." You said. He was slightly surprised when you linked your arm with his and walked. "So... You usually this clumsy?" He asked. Smooth Draco. Smooth. You snorted "Yes?" You said confused, unaware that he had no idea that you were blind.

He didn't think anything of your confused tone but walked you to the next class. "Thanks." You said, him handing your books to you. You felt around for the edges before grasping them. Draco was definitely positive he was missing something. You seemed to be struggling in this class though. You would make these face and sigh occasionally. God you missed Hermione. Finally though the other girl popped in next to you. "Exams sucked" she griped to you. "it's okay, Draco helped me out." You said with a smile. "That's great." Hermione said with a sigh of relief.

The next day was even weirder with him though. He sat in the library reading, but tables were kind of full. People were really studying for exams. Hermione asked if you could sit with him and he said yes. "Do you enjoy reading?" He asked. You rose a brow. "Uhm... I can't--" "She can't read the books in here I have to read them to her." Hermione said. "Are you not English?" Draco asked. "... He's joking right?" You asked. "...You mean he doesn't--" "I thought he knew!" You laughed. Draco was definitely now very lost. "Draco. She's blind." Hermione said. He blinked a few times and looked at you. "Oh." He felt so dumb right now. "I figured with Hermione's constant help and my dog you knew!" You said. "You're a high functioning blind person." He said. "I'm really not." You snorted. "High functioning would be if Colin was blind." You added. "The only blind people I've met use canes and things." Draco noted. "Ohhh. See I use that when I'm outside of school." You said. "She hates having other people carry her stuff." Hermione said. "I can't believe you thought I could see." You snorted. "Is that offensive?" He asked, scared he might've upset you. "It's more funny." You laughed. He smiled at that and Hermione noticed it.

That look. Oh he liked you. "Hey Y/n. You think Draco's cool." Hermione started. "Yeah, he's nice." You nodded. "We're going to hogsmeade next week, he wants to take you on a date." Hermione said making Draco look at her surprised. "Uhhhhhh" you let out a long breath. "I mean... Yeah sure." You nodded. "It's completely fine if you don't want to--" "No I want to I've never been asked out before." You admitted. "You're joking." Draco gaped. "Dead serious." You shrugged. "That's crazy, you're amazing." Draco declared making you smile. "Hey Draco, why don't you uh... Help her study. I'm going to go find Ron." Hermione said. "Yeah, yeah sure." Draco nodded. (Hermione Granger, world class wingman)

"So I just read to you?" Draco asked. "I don't need to study, I more just like to sit here." You admitted. "Why?" Draco asked. "It's more peaceful than the rest of the castle." You admitted. Your dog sat next to you, resting his head in your lap. "Plus I think Lassie liked it." You chuckled. "Lassie's the dog?" Draco asked. "Yep." You nodded. Draco smiled at your kind expression as you pet the dog's fur. "Look, if Hermione was overstepping and you don't actually--" "I want to. I definitely want to." He assured, making you smile. Draco took your freehand in his and you smiled. "Hey Draco?" You asked. "hmm?" Draco asked. "Thank you." You said. "for what?" He asked.

"Just being here."

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HIS WORDS ARE ALMOST MISSED, but she realizes it a beat later. it leaves her mouth dry, but not enough to stop herself from giving a warning. " probably a good idea if you did. " natasha doesn't want to ruin this bubble they've managed to create for themselves, one that'll pop when the morning comes. " i am watching myself. i'm watching you too, i can only imagine the kind of menace you were when you were a kid. " it wouldn't come as a surprise to her, at least. nat on the other hand was always well-behaved in front of her parents on the rare occasion that they were around. but even nannies that took care of her would find little to complain about when it came to her. she mirrors his look, eyes narrowing. " you'd consider feeding me room temperature dumplings romantic? " she reaches out to swat at the lovely middle finger he gives her. eyes follow his to the mugs, before glancing back to logan. " —there's so much to unpack with everything you just said. sergeant? ritual? a curse? what, i'm a witch now? " her freehand waves him off to go grab their tea, taking another dumpling from the plate. " what kind of curse would i even put on you? if anything, i'm feeling cursed. "

logan just stared at her before he nodded slowly laughing into his hand. "yeah, okay tash." he plucked another dumpling and popped it into his mouth. it was cold but it was still good. "i want it all so i'll shut up now." logan murmured once he'd swallowed. and it was saying too much he knew that. couldn't take it back once it was out there. "you are always condescending to me isn't that the point?" he raised a brow. "my mom loves me and enjoys having me around. watch yourself." he snorted. logan had been an obnoxious little rink rat as a kid. his poor mom and dad had to drive him to tournaments nearly every weekend it seemed. always had to drag his ass out of bed and make sure he didn't forget his equipment. always worried about him since he was always the smallest kid on the team. yeah, she was a saint. put up with too much shit because of him. "you've noticed." he pointed out as he shot her a knowing glance. "i'm not clingy, i'm being romantic." he flipped her off before he glicked his gaze to their abandoned mugs. "okay sergeant want me to grab the tea? or do you need to do a ritual over it before to curse me?"

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PHONE CALL ☎ CHRYSTAL JONES ⇄ MERCEDES JONES

Chrystal: stood in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of red wine as she held the phone between her shoulder and her ear, listening to it ring.

Mercedes: licked her lips slowly, stepping into her apartment. She tossed her keys on the small table beside the door, before walking over and tossing her backpack on the couch. Feeling her phone buzzing she pulled it from her pocket. Looking at the caller I.D. she grunted before answering. "Hey mom."

Chrystal: placed the wine back in the fridge before lifting her glass to her lips, taking a sip. Hearing Mercedes' voice, she sighed. "Hey baby girl. I haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?" she asked as she sat down at the kitchen table.

Mercedes: sat down on her couch with a sigh, looking at the guitar leaning against the wall. "Yeah, I know. I've been busy with the new semester and work." She said honestly. "I've been good though." She said slowly. "Things are good. How are you?"

Chrystal: listened to Mercedes as she spoke, her head nodding slowly as she took another sip from her glass. "That's good baby. I'm glad to hear everything is alright out there." She said sweetly. "I've been well." She said with a shrug, pausing to take another sip of her wine. "When you start to take responsibility into your own hands, life get's hectic, but I'm happy for you."

Mercedes: sat there as quiet as could be as she listened to her mother. "Yeah..." She said quietly, nodding slowly. "I've been on top of everything." She said easily, shifting slightly. "I actually really like it out here. It's a different pace from home, but I really enjoy it. I've actually thought about staying here." She told her mother.

Chrystal: sat her glass down. "What?" She asked.

Mercedes: licked her lips. "What, what?" She asked back.

Chrystal: shook her head slowly. "What did you just say."

Mercedes: let out a small sigh. "I'm thinking about staying in New York after college." She said out-right.

Chrystal: stared down at the wine in her glass. "You wouldn't mind staying?" She questioned. "Mercedes that is not the plan we came up with."

Mercedes: huffed softly. "Plans change mom."

Chrystal: picked her glass up, gulping the wine down quickly. "You want to stay in New York, why? What has changed."

Mercedes: slouched slightly. "I have changed mom." She said plainly. "I like it here. I like who I've become here." She said honestly.

Chrystal: pulled her lip into her mouth, dropping her head into her freehand. "Mercedes, are you just trying to upset your father even more?"

Mercedes: was slightly taken back by that. "This doesn't have anything to do with him." She said shaking her head. "I don't care about him or what he thinks."

Chrystal: pinched the bridge of her nose. "He's already upset you're out there. What do you think he'd do if he knew you wanted to stay."

Mercedes: rolled her eyes. "Why does he even care?" she asked, getting upset. "When he kicked me out, he lost all right to care about what I do and where I decide to live."

Chrystal: shook her head. "Mercedes stop saying that! Your father did not kick you out."

Mercedes: sucked her teeth asking, "Why do you keep telling yourself this lie?! Telling yourself he didn't kick me out when you know he did!" She grunted out upset. "You stood by and let him do it!" She huffed.

Chrystal: was getting upset herself. "Mercedes that is not what happened!"

Mercedes: had tears wailing in her eyes as she closed them. "What happened then? Please tell me, because as I remember it, I was given an ultimatum. It was either you study what I tell you to study or you get out of my house." She growled out. "So, I left."

Chrystal: brushed her fingers through her hair, shaking her head. "Mercedes you made a choice to leave."

Mercedes: chuckled bitterly. "You keep telling yourself that." She sniffled softly, shaking her head as she said. "All my life you encouraged me to follow my dreams. You told me I was good enough and that I could be anything I wanted to be. You sat at my recitals and cheered me on at every performance. Dad didn't. You know he didn't. He didn't want me to study music and he doesn't want me to be a singer. You know that!"

Chrystal: rubbed her hand down her face. "Watch yourself." She said calmly. "Your father did not kick you out Mercedes. You had a choice. I always taught you to follow your dreams but I also taught you respect."

Mercedes: let out another bitter laugh, wiping under her eyes. "Yeah whatever." She said as she looked at the time. "I have to go. So... bye."

Chrystal: let out a soft sigh. "I love you Mercedes. I'll talk to you later."

[countrymusiclover]

9 - ‘Emotion’ Magic Lesson One

Part 10

His Golden Princess

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Opening a door I step inside transforming into wearing a blue princess dress and a golden flower crown on my head. Spinning around in the room seeing I am inside a castle. Walking out onto the balcony there was an endless view of woods before me. The only part that doesn’t make sense is where is Rumplestilskin. Usually by now he has entered my mind at this point.

"Rumplestiltskin!" I called out moving through another room of the castle seeing an empty cage before me.

A cage that was clearly created in side to hold a human inside. "Come to save the Dark One have you dear?"

Spinning on my feet I shriek seeing a woman with green skin dressed like a witch standing in the doorway. "Who are you?"

I shutter shuffling my feet backwards to the cage. The witch smile revealing the dagger that belongs to Rumplestilskin. "Someone you'll meet in future, Little Princess." She disappeared in green smoke before everything went black.

Shooting up in the cot in the back of the shop I run a hand through my hair making it a slight mess. Looking around the backroom I moved my legs over the side hearing voices inside the front of the store. Standing by the curtain I slightly moved it seeing Regina looking for a book. "I need the book. I need to get my son back."

Rumple opened a cabinet then chuckled when he realized. "Which book. Ah. So it's come down to that eh'. You need your mommy's help."

He smirks at her when she throws her hands up. "Give me the book!"

He shrugged his shoulders seeing me peaking in on their conversation. "Do you really need the smell of the written word to get the magic flowing again, love. Because I don't really care about helping you at the moment."

Regina scoffed giving him a glare. "Who else would you devote all your time to. The other Swan girl."

He doesn't say anything for a few minutes wanting her to leave. "Jumpstarting your magic isn't in my best interests. So leave please."

She rolled her eyes she tried opening a crate sitting on the countertop. "You know what else isn't in your best interest. Keeping the secret that the Enchanted Forest still exists. You're up to something that doesn't evolve going back home."

Rumple put his hand holding it closed then waving his hand down creating a book through purple smoke. "Just so you know. That Swan girl isn't strong enough to beat me." Regina scoffed leaving the shop when he just clicked his tongue.

"You cute sneaky rascal." Rumple smirks playfully opening the curtain making me flop back onto the bed lightly blushing that he caught me.

"I'm sorry I just woke up from another dream. And it was werid." He sits down beside me on the cot barley holding onto his cane.

"Weird in what way, Astrid?"

Intertwining my hands together in front of me I slump my shoulders. "I saw this - uh witch I think. And she was holding your dagger. Usually - I see you in my dreams but you weren't there. Maybe my power is messing with me again."

He reaches over resting a hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze. Getting to his feet he pulled me to stand seeing my worry. "You have nothing to fear, lass. Once we get you to control your powers you'll be fine."

He waved his left hand creating the dagger in his hand. "Do you trust me enough yet, Astrid?"

Slowly nodding my head I hadn't seen what he can really do yet so I could learn to trust him more. He waved his freehand engulfing us in purple smoke transporting us into the middle of the woods. Turning around in a circle I couldn't see any of the buildings meaning I wouldn't possibly destroy Granny's or anything else important to the town.

He pointed the tip of the dagger directly at me beginning our lessons. "The first thing you must know about magic is that it's all about emotion. Everything you feel can active your power inside."

"Like when I was worried you'd kill Regina. And the lights blew out right?" I questioned nervously playing with a loose strand of my hair.

He gives me a small head nod yes throwing the dagger up into the air where it disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke. "You're lesson for today is to dodge my attacks, understand dear?"

Glancing from my boots and back up to his brown eyes I shake my head no. "What if I hurt you or been something to the ground, Rumple?" I haven't even had a full chance to see what exactly I can do with my magic.

"Astrid, you could never hurt me. And the point of this lesson is to see what powers you have. Then we can focus on controlling your...emotions." Rumple walked up a few steps forward softly smiling. He then created a fire ball in his left hand throwing it near my head.

I scream ducking underneath it where it strikes a tree. "Rumple, you could have hurt me!"

"You asked me to teach you did you not. This is how we'll train." He raised a brow throwing one my direction but I raised my left hand making the flame go out before it could hit me.

Rumple raised his right hand this time but I raised mine too. Throwing my hand the opposite direction of his I threw him into the dirt as light as I could possibly manage. "How do you create a fireball?" I asked helping him up off the ground with my freehand.

"Why do you wanna know that, lass?" He asked with a raised brow at my question.

Shrugging my shoulders I crossed my arms over my chest answering back. "I read about it in Henry's book. Just thought Regina used it a lot."

"Let's do that next time. Now do you want me to take us home or you wanna give it a go?" He asked gesturing between the two of us with his right hand.

Raising my right hand I take a breath waving it so a yellow smoke surrounded us. Once it clears I stomp my foot on the ground angry because we're at the town line instead of his shop. "Damn it. I thought I had it!"

"Don't worry dear. You'll learn in time. It was a good first try." He draped an arm over my shoulder kissing my hair while we just walked back into town instead of using magic again.

Do you all like me writing this way by separating the dialogs or should I keep writing how I have been in the other chapters???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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I was talking about my patches and I'm not going to repeat myself even though you guys didn't get to read it because it doesn't seem that important anymore.

So anyway, yesterday evening, we were helping my dad's friend move out again and we were standing outside when some young assholes in something like a jeep came tearing ass through the parking lot, which was covered in snow. My dad bellowed at them not to hit his bus as the jeep drifted to a stop feet from the bus. The passenger basically tumbled out, eager for confrontation. My dad strides over to them to repeat himself. My dad is officially a senior citizen, and having a crisis over it, I think, so I think he was just as excited for some action. One of them tried to hit him, but I guess my dad blocked it and yelled at us to call the police. My dad's friend hesitated and I'm thinking she's gotten into situations where things escalate when the police are involved because she was really nervous about it. I decided to watch for another moment because at this point, there are four young men ganging up on my father and no young men behind the wheel of this little buggy, and I'm ready to yell out gleefully at the last second that they should catch their vehicle and watch it barrel down this incredibly steep hill that is currently covered in slick snow. My dad's friend yelled too soon and they just ended up crashing it into the tree growing beside the drive down this hill, so hard there's a huge gouge in the poor tree's trunk and all the snow got shaken off.

They got really pissed off, blaming my dad for damage to their vehicle and it popped into my head that it was worth a shot to call off my dad, lest someone (my money is on the boys) gets hurt. And I figured it would be a small sacrifice if they got to spend Christmas waiting to get bailed out, if they decided to hit me. The one who swung at my dad gave me this look while my dad is trying to pull me aside and I'm screaming at them to get the fuck out of here if they aren't staying here, if they're just here for trouble. I thought he looked terrified, which is rich considering he just swung at an old man. Of course, he might have been considering hitting me. But they packed up and tore ass out of there.

If there's a couple things I know about men, it's that few things end a fight like a woman getting in the middle, and they have really delicate egos. Tell some boys what shit drivers they are and they'll never want to see your face again. It would be hilarious to see them again and crow about how dreadful they are at driving.

It would be better to never see them again.

Anyway.

I'm still on the "my coat looks too much like my brother's" situation. I mounted the sunflower, rainbow fish and feather on the adhesive felt yesterday morning and cut them out yesterday afternoon, before all that fighting nonsense. I actually had them pinned on my coat when that happened.

So now I have some sack cloth (I blanked on what exactly it is) on my new hoop (I bought a second one just to have) and I have a couple designs penciled freehand on the surface, a rainbow with clouds, a melting popsicle, a cupcake and Cap's shield because I'm still Team Cap.

The first patch I ever made, I just chopped right out of the fabric, so there's at least two patches worth of cloth that I can't use because I can't get it into the hoop. So, more because I'm stingy than greedy, I wanted to maximize the output of this chunk of cloth I have, which will involve basically sliding the hoop across the fabric like a viewfinder, not cutting anything out until it is definitely fully outside of usable space. Another mistake I made with my first-ever patch was that I didn't leave space to finish the edges of the patch. So I'm trying to keep the patches smaller and simpler to start out, to become familiar with some basic methods and practice some stitches, but also so that I can get some patches mounted and on my coat. Just the two patches on the back is pretty awkward. But at the same time, I want to maximize the space of the material that I currently have.

I think having two hoops will be useful, because then I can keep one project in one hoop, and start my other project in my second hoop. The small patches may be a great way to practice stitches, but I have a big idea in mind to show off:

I wanted to pull a quote from the original HCA Little Mermaid, and give it a wavy or net textured background. I have this Edmund Dulac inspired coloring book, and I was going to frame the quote in this shell frame, use the whale or the turtle, possibly both, the castle and maybe design my own Zen doodle inspired mermaid, and it was supposed to be all these elements that turn into a composition.

An exciting potential about using pins instead of ironing the patches on is that I can rearrange them, or pull them all off when they get grimy and put them in a delicates bag. Or if someone asks about a pin, I could l potentially sell it to them.

And when winter is over and I put my coat away for the season, I can pull all the pins off and put them in a tin or something and keep working on my collection. Then pull it out next winter and do it again.

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"Even better than me saying I'd marry you? Damn." Johnny smirked, his attention turning to Luna. He snorted at his husband's remark and shook his head, giving a mock pout to the little dog as he ruffled her fur. "Daddy just thinks he's better than everyone," he teasingly cooed to her, before putting her back down on the floor. She unsurprisingly went back to pulling out every single one of her toys they'd packed away. Johnny rolled his eyes when Pietro continued, reaching out and sliding his arms around his waist. "You really never turn that off, do you?" He questioned as he tilted his head to look up at him, smirk back on his face. Johnny tilted his head to the side, before shaking it again. "No one. Well, my mom knows obviously. And I told Peter." He leaned back against the doorframe and shrugged. "Which thinking about it now could have meant he told everyone, but I think he kept his mouth shut this time."

"Hmm, yes," Pietro hummed. "Because I knew you would marry me. It wasn't news," he teased. He blinked a little, but kept himself mostly composed until Johnny set Luna down to play and turned back to him. But the second Johnny's hands slipped around his waist, Pietro stepped forward. He leaned his forearm against the doorframe, towering easily over his husband, and trailed his freehand down Johnny's chest. "You call me things like that and expect me to turn it off?" he teased. "Besides. I spent enough years pretending you don't make me feel this way. Now I don't have to," he said, leaning down to kiss Johnny's neck again. "Parker never keeps his mouth shut," he murmured. "If we walk in tomorrow and Stark doesn't know, I'll do anything you dare me to do, no matter how stupid."

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3 - Who Wears The Key?

Part 4

A God Worthy Soulmate

@queenieala thank you for helping me write this

Ken's POV

I need to meet that girl. There's something that draws me to her. And I don't know why. It must be that she's strong like me or some sort of light…the only thing I know is I must have her as mine.

I made my way through my daughter's worship and stared at the sarcophagus that held my other children. Jen was munching down on her second burger when she noticed her father beginning to look around her workshop.

"Where's the key? "  I demanded, turning to stare at my daughter.

"Give me one good reason I should give you the key." She scoffed, making me growl at her question.

"Give me the key now or perhaps you would like to find yourself in a torture chamber " I threatened.

My daughter slumped her shoulders walking over to a secret compartment opening it and pulling out the key. She holds it in front of me where I reach for it but as soon as I touch it. The key suddenly disappeared in the air.

"What is the meaning of this, if this is another trick of yours dear daughter you better pray to another god for I will not put up with any more of your foolishness" I growled.

"Dad, I swear I had nothing to do with this… the key just vanished " Jen defended

"Enough with your lie daughter, where is the key " I demanded.

"I don't know " Jen yelled out throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

"Watch your tone " I warned.

She throws her hands up walking away from me. "If you're so powerful, find it yourself. But I didn't do anything!" Running a hand through my hair I needed to find that key before someone else found it.

Clarisse's POV

Running through the school I saw my best friend talking with Hope where I looked down at the necklace hanging around my neck. Lizzie sneaks out the back while I waited behind one of the pillars seeing a guy wearing golden armor. He's wearing a flower crown on his head made of gold. Sucking in a breath I felt my heart skip a beat cheeks turning red. He looks exactly like the picture I drew and saw in my dreams. Meaning Lizzie was right that he is in fact Ken the God. Hope slowly walked forward carrying a sword in her right hand. "My father stood for family above everything. This school is my family, so if you want to hurt them, you're gonna have to go through me." Her tribrid eyes glow gold.

"They sent a little girl to challenge a god? I'm almost insulted." He replied in a taunting manner his eyes turned gold for a second too.

She raised her freehand creating a ball of fire throwing it at him. "Maybe you'll feel better once you see what I can do."

"Magic doesn't work on a god." He spoke not affected by it at all.

Hope pointed out with a slight smirk. "No, but it can be very distracting." Lizzie appears behind Ken her hands turning red as she grabs the sides of his head. In an attempt to siphon his god magic from his body to weakon him. But the wind blew throwing her backwards alongside Hope.

"Be careful what you wish for, child. It took me a lifetime to control all of my power." Ken slowly walked forward choking her by the neck holding her off the ground. He then threw her where she gets impaired with a metal fence pole but thankfully it didn't hit her heart.

Hope and I both cried in unison. "Lizzie!"

She got to her feet swinging her sword but he raises his hand throwing her backwards into the dirt again. Rushing forward I quickly transformed into my werewolf form having a light brown fur coat. Growling up at Ken I stand in front of Hope who lays on the ground behind me. He slowly walks up a smirk on his face. "Now you are impressive. What's your name, girl?"

I growled at him annoyed and started to run towards him. Leaping off my back legs I managed to knock him flat on his back. I began to claw at him, He grabbed me shoving me off where I rolled getting some bruises so I transformed back into my human form. "What are you going to do - kill me to show how powerful you are, dickhead!"

He walked over toward me and bent down in front of me, his eyes began to glaze up and down at my naked body in lust and hunger…I soon delivered a slap across his face and pushed him away from me. "You'll pay for that child -" He cut himself short eyes locking onto the necklace around my neck. "You have the key!"

"Key, what are you talking about?" I spat watching him remove his cap throwing it over me. He picked me up waving his right hand knocking me out into his arms before I could fight against him.

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1 - The Night I'll Never Forget

Part 2

@stellarosedutton

@hcwthewestwaswcn Co author

I Don't Wanna Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

Rip's pov

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I groaned feeling a strong headache from last night's events. Beth and I got into a fight so I went to the bar to get drunk. Rolling over on my side I noticed a girl laying in my bed sound asleep. The girl has brown hair going everywhere down her back. Her face is buried in the pillow and I blush seeing she's only in my shirt from last night. Running my hands through my hair I glanced at the clock seeing I'm late for work. Shit Mr. Dutton is gonna be mad. "I can't just leave her here." I mumbled under my breath feeling her steer in her sleep. She rolled over slowly, opening her eyes. "Morning…" It takes her a second to realize I'm not wearing a shirt either. "Who the hell are you!" She shrieked, yanking the covers over her head, blushing like mad. Resting a hand to my head I can only imagine what is running through her head. I'm in a stranger's bed.

Glancing down at the girl I knew only one way to end the awkward silence in the room. "I'm Rip, Rip Wheeler. What's your name?" I stuck my hand out hoping she'll talk and thankfully she does. "Y/n, Y/n L/n...Rip, do you remember what happened?" Shaking my head no slowly I replied feeling like crap from however many drinks I had. "I've got no fucking clue. Oh sorry I shouldn't curse." I quickly apologized remembering I'm not with Beth who says whatever the hell she wants. This Y/n probably isn't anything like her. Y/n slowly pushed the covers away and I didn't dare look down trying to be nice. "Do you have a bathroom?" I pointed to a side door watching her get up and close the door. Flopping back on my back I groaned trying to rack my brain around what happened last night. 

Swinging my legs over the bed I forced myself to my feet throwing on jeans, a different shirt and my same old jacket. Searching around I find my hat on the floor. Picking it up I see the girl's phone with a bunch of text messages from different people. The bathroom door opened so I quickly put my hat on my head holding her phone out for her to take. "Here I found this…" She takes it searching around and finding her flannel shirt and jeans on opposite sides of the room. "Could you not look please?" I blushed, turning around as she shrugged her clothes on. During all this the silence returned and it's killing me, but I don't know what I'm supposed to say to a girl I had a one night stand with.

Y/N's POV

Y/N was sitting on the porch of Rip’s cabin, her hair in a loose ponytail “So is this a one time thing, or are you gonna just go back to your little girlfriend.” She says softly, knowing that was usually how one night stands go when you sleep with a guy that has a girlfriend “she’s been texting and calling your phone all night” She says, standing up as she pulls her jacket around her and stands there silently before looking at him and holding her phone while watching his body language and movement for signs of anxiety and nervousness as she decided to let her hair down out of the ponytail and fanning her face as she leaned against the porch railing as she watched the sunrise over the ranch slowly as she hummed softly while answering the texts that everyone had left her. 

Rip's pov

Watching her leaning on the porch railing I tip my hat up trying to rack my brain around what to say. I hope to god Beth doesn't find out she's here. Even though we fought last night she'll still care about what other women I talk to. "Hey um have you ever rode a horse before?" Rubbing the back of my neck, Y/n glanced over her shoulder. She locked her phone screen to fully face me. "No I haven't…" I started walking down the stairs and she slowly followed me until we got to the Y barn. Opening one of the horse stables she watched closely still standing a little away when I led a light brown horse out for her, saddling up a horse for her. "Is she safe?" Holding out my freehand for her she puts her hand in mine. She puts her left foot in the holder and climbs up on the horse. "Kick in the belly to go. Pull these to stop." I instructed her to lift a hat off the wall. "To make it look the right way." Sitting it on her head she tips it up watching me climb on my own horse with ease. "Let's ride." I kick my horse to go and Y/n kicks her's following behind me slowly trying to not clutch the reins in nervousness. 

Y/n's POV

Y/N was sitting in the saddle, still nervous as she watched Rip go and ride in front of her as she was worried “Rip, how the hell do you ride these things. It’s crazy” She says softly, having been at the ranch working for a few weeks as she wore a hat and rode the horse slowly as she held the reins before she saw Beth coming as she rode away from Rip as she didn’t wanna be in the middle of the fight as she rode over to Rip’s best friend Lloyd “hey, why are you over here all alone. I don’t peg you as the type to hang out alone” She says softly, climbing off of the horse as she walked back to the barn and put her horse away as she continued talking with Lloyd and not acknowledging anything that goes on with Rip

Lloyd's POV

Rip was busy riding when I saw a stranger I've never seen before dismounting a horse coming over to me. "Can I help you little lady?" The girl leans her back against the fence eyeing me. Seeing her up close I do sort of recognize from last night. I was putting up the horses late last night when Rip came home carrying or mostly stumbling into his cabin with a girl. "I think I saw you last night. My name is Lloyd, what's yours?" I stick my hand out and she shakes it with a smile. "Y/n, it's nice to meet you." Someone hollers out to me making the two of us see Rip waving me over to start work. "Lloyd, stop talking. Boss says we gotta move cattle by sundown!" Tipping my hat to the lady I climbed on my horse meeting the others. "I must be going to Y/n. Boss is calling me." After that she watched me ride up to Rip. Y/N was sitting in the barn, her cheek red as she didn’t look at Rip when he came in because Beth had found her and they had gotten into it but Beth had went as far to hit her and tell her to stay away from Rip as she packed her things from Rip’s bunk as she climbed into her car and started it up when she saw Beth. 

Beth's POV

Rip rode off with a random girl that I don't recognize. The way he stares at her makes me bawl my hands around my coffee cup standing on the front porch. The door opened and my father stepped out questioning. "Careful honey, you'll break that cup in your hands. Care to tell me why?" Glancing to my father I rolled my eyes pointing out towards Rip and the mysterious girl. "He's talking with a girl I don't know." Daddy taps his chin voicing. "I've never seen her either." I bite my lip already planning to dig up information about this girl who thinks she can talk with my man. I mean yes we had a fight last night over me talking with Walker but that doesn't mean I stopped loving Rip Wheeler

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