#apolo my beloved

[scriptistired]

Chat i got a new bird.

Another 'rescue' aka found alone on the street, no searching led to an owner so she's mine now cuz we can afford to take care and such.

But she's slightly 'sadder' than my other birds and I'm physically shaking in worry. I'm not heartless ok she's MY baby and it's my job to take care and protect idc it's been one (1) day it's my responsibility.

Anyway her name is Lua (moon in portuguese) and I dearly love her

She eepy (I hope to everything holy its just how she be or smt)

[pumpkinbxtch]

:D omg, you are going to make me addicted to apolo, the man cries out to be loved, a request for the favor of our dear apolo (in devinart there was a farm where the reader dated leo but he cheated on her with calypso, then the He realizes that he made the worst mistake of his life, seeing that because of calypso he was attracted but he loved the reader)How does Leo react when he discovers that his ex-girlfriend, whom he still loves, is now Apollo's partner(fiancee) pleeeees

i'm a loser.・゜-: ✧ :-

leo valdez x fem!reader x apollo

summary: Leo realizes that he messed it up a little... well no, he totally screwed up. And now he's going for you, he's going to tell you that he loves you, that you should be together for the rest of your lifes oooh, wait. Are you married with Apollo? THE GOD APOLLO? warnings: THIS IS SO LONG, HAHA but another one? mmm nope, i don't think so. a/n: yeaaaah, the concept you gave me is so hilarious, i love it. Leo is literally my boyfriend but making him suffer makes me laugh, it's like YES DAMN CRY FOR ME, but whatever. i was even inspired by that song by my beloved Beatles. i hope you like it.

w/c: 2.617 (the longest I've done so far, followed by "lovelorn")

Apollo wanted to laugh, he really wanted to, but he had learned not to make fun of other people's shit, but damn, could you blame him? He definitely never thought that Leo Valdez was an opponent for him, don't get him wrong, he was saying it because he likes him. (really) and helped him during his mission, but there, standing from his palace on Olympus, he could see everything, including if someone was threatening against you, his wife.

Flames rose as Leo threw the map into the air in fury, totally frustrated in Festus. He couldn't find you, in fact, Apollo kept wondering how he was tracking you, but he didn't seem to want to answer that question. No, or he would end his patience, yes, he had appreciation for the Son of Hephaestus, but when they messed with you, he would lose his mind immediately, or worse, try to get into their relationship? He would be in charge of throwing Leo from the Mount Olympus.

Of course, he wasn't afraid, much less jealous, but he knew what the relationship with Leo had meant to you. You were totally in love, even Apollo knows that you would have married him if only Leo hadn't screwed things up, and boy did he do it big.

He mean, cheating on you with the now ex-sorceress Calypso? Oh, man. Who the fuck would cheat on you? Hmm, yes, Leo Valdez.

The main doors of the palace opened and Apollo dissolved the image. Some murmurs were heard, followed by footsteps heading towards the main throne room, it was definitely you.

— Apollo?—  He heard the doors opening, and he stood in front of the fire, he didn't want to lie to you, but he couldn't interfere either, he knew that would make you upset. The footsteps approached and he felt you take his arm. — Apollo!— 

He looked at you and feigned surprise. He raised both hands in welcome and cradled your face with them before giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. — My beautiful wife.

You closed your eyes when his lips touched yours, and you smiled tenderly.

— Dear husband — You said in a soft mocking tone. You used to do it when Apollo couldn't help but sound so… posh. But to tell the truth, he filled you with joy.

He ran his fingers over your forehead, removing some baby hairs, and made a golden wreath of laurels appear on the crown of your head. He always spent his time adorning you and making you feel loved, you loved him.

Then, Apollo forced himself to blow out the bubble.

— Do you want something, dear?

— I know we're on… — your cheeks turned pink — the honeymoon, but I need to go to Camp Jupiter.

Your pleading eyes, damn, not even Zeus would dare say no to you. Then, he realized what was happening. Apollo tried to hide the realization from himself, but that name began to swirl in his mind; The Fates. Those antiques would hear about him.

—The honeymoon is an old concept, with traditions that we really don't take so… literally anymore —Apollo said as he gently ran his fingers over your blushing cheeks. —So, you know you can come and go whenever you want. I'm not like my uncle Hades.

The blonde giggled, and you poked his arm, making him jump.

— Apollo!

— My love!

You looked at him with a frown, and he smiled even more, trying to push aside all those thoughts where you could get hurt.

It was a fact, you were going to meet Leo at Camp Jupiter, and he wouldn't be able to do anything.

He caressed your face once more and turned, walking to the large window of the great room.

You felt bad leaving him alone, you didn't want to leave him like that, but you were in the last semesters of your degree. Yes, you were on vacation, but you had to leave some paperwork behind.

— I won't take a second.

Apollo let out a short laugh, full of knowledge. He knew it would take you at least a day and a half to get back to him. He turned to you and walked slowly.

—Just come back to me, dear.

Your eyes shone, and you walked the distance he needed to close the distance between you. You took his hands and kissed his knuckles.

— Always.

He turned his hands so that he was the one holding yours now and made a wedding ring appear on your ring finger. When you looked at the diamond, you raised your eyebrow and your look became amused.

—Do you mark your territory?

Apollo smiled and kissed your forehead.

— In case some fool hasn't heard the great news that I am your husband.

The fool was Leo, yes. Apollo said it for him, if not, for who else?

Your husband had done you a favor and made you appear right at the entrance to Camp Jupiter, advantages of a god making you his wife. When the campers guarding the doors saw you, they immediately opened it for you.

You excused yourself and made your way towards New Rome, in fact, you hesitated whether to go there first or go say hello or… If you would meet them anyway near the university.

You walked to the limit.

You loved New Rome, it was definitely home to you, at least when you had to stay on campus during the semester. But to live the rest of your life there would also have been pleasant, although Mount Olympus wasn't bad.

You made your way and some looked at you. So, you quickened your pace, you didn't like to attract a lot of attention like that.

You moved quickly towards the university and found the campus. Blessed be the gods.

You clutched the papers to your chest and walked.

— HEY!

You turned around slowly, not really wanting any questions. But you turned completely around when you saw Frank holding hands with Hazel, trying to reach you.

— GUYS!

They both caught up to you and smiled hungrily. They wanted to hug you, but they backed out at the last moment, which made you frown.

— What was that?

Frank started babbling and Hazel laughed nervously.

—Can we hug you?

You laughed and threw yourself at both of them, so you hugged at the same time. — You fools, I'm the same as always. Just how married and that's it.

Frank denied. — WITH APOLLO

Hazel punched him in the belly, making him double over. The three of you laughed, and then she looked at you nervously.

—Have you seen anyone else? —She asked. You denied.

— I figured Percy and Annabeth would be in New York for the holidays. Nico and Will, Camp Half-Blood, Jason finishing his accounting for the new altars. Piper, in Oklahoma… — You made loops with your hand and thought if you had forgotten someone.

Hazel looked at Frank, and he encouraged her to say whatever had them both acting that way.

Hazel sighed.

—Leo arrived in the morning.

Your expression did not change at all, a reaction that your friends had not expected.

— AND?

Frank scratched the back of his neck nervously. — He is actually searching for you.

Then your eyebrows raised, showing your confusion.

— what? — You snorted. You looked for any sign that it was a joke, but there was none. — So? Do I owe him money?

Hazel laughed nervously and shook her head.

— I think he's looking for you because he wants to fix things with you.

— He's desperate —  Frank agreed.

You laughed sarcastically.

—But he knows that I'm already married, right?

— Apparently… no one told him.

— What? — You asked again, raising your voice a little more. Both exchanged nervous glances. You mean, how far is Indianapolis? — Wait, he was with Calypso, he literally cheated on me with her because he said she was the love of his life.

The two of them raised their shoulders and you scoffed.

—Anyway, I'll leave these documents and go off to enjoy what's left of the vacation. Apollo waits for me. Will you accompany me?

Damn, the three of you were about to enter when you heard someone call your name, then Hazel's and finally Frank's, he was definitely the one who turned around, consequently forcing you and Hazel to do the same.

What your eyes saw were priceless. It was Leo running across campus with half his shirt burned and a desperate expression. Your heart raced, and your feet wanted to run away, instead, you stayed still and speechless.

—You are seeing the same thing, right?

Your friends nodded.

—He wasn't like this when we last saw him— Hazel said, forcing a smile and shaking her hand at Leo.

Leo had stopped at Camp Jupiter for supplies, also to check that you weren't there, and you definitely weren't there when he arrived, but rumors spread fast. You wondered if your ex-boyfriend had heard about why everyone was whispering about your arrival, but it seemed like not, or at least he seemed to ignore it.

And so it was.

Fate, the planets, and the stars aligned to ensure that Leo was ignorant about it, so that you would be the one to deal the final blow.

Things with Calypso didn't work out, why? Leo couldn't get you off his mind. Oh, what had he done? He literally cried like a baby when he realized he still loved you. He loved you, you loved him, so as always, he had to screw up.

Leo ran harder; He was taller, a little stockier, and his curls were fluffier than ever. Everything you used to worship was probably just a shadow of its former self. You weren't saying that he was bad, but you definitely no longer felt anything for him, although you couldn't help but feel a tug in your tummy full of melancholy, pain, and anger.

You had already forgiven him, but his recklessness made you want to kill him.

With little breath, Leo crouched down in front of you, grabbing his knees and looking for air.

You took a step back, your face dripping with confusion.

Hazel and Frank looked at him disapprovingly.

—I've been looking for you—he finally said.

— That's what I heard.

Leo stood up and wanted to hug you. To your surprise, you didn't stop him. You missed your friend Leo Valdez. Not your cheating ex-boyfriend, Leo Valdez.

Frank and Hazel screamed and became nervous.

—I've missed you.— He said, breathing softly, taking in pinches of your scent.

Your heart clenched and you forced yourself to smile.

—Me too, Leo.

That gave him courage. He broke the hug and gently took you by the arms.

— I was wrong… — His brown eyes projected remorse and sorrow. — I was seriously wrong, I shouldn't have…

The son of Hephaestus took a deep breath.

— I betrayed your trust. I put your love aside to think that my place was with someone else, but what a jerk… My place has always been with you. You are the one I love the most. Please forgive me …

Those words, as you would have liked to hear them so long ago, but now they were slipping over you, completely meaningless.

—Leo…

— Please! Give me another chance.

His plea resonated, drawing the attention of some residents. They took it as just a student love situation until they saw you. Oh shit, weren't you the wife of the great Apollo?

— Leo, you see… No. We can't have another chance.

Leo's heart beat so fast that he felt like it would jump out of his heart. He held you a little tighter and leaned down.

He was going to kiss you.

— No! — Hazel gasped and Frank hid behind her.

People around the campus seemed on the edge of their seats, they even plead the gods for Apollo didn't appear out of nowhere and incinerate them all. The god was definitely struggling to control his breathing from the palace. Where did his Yoga classes go? Someone meditate with him, please! He wanted to hang Leo.

You put a hand on Leo's lips, and he felt something cold. You slowly pushed him away with a frown on your face.

— I said no.

You turned your hand and revealed the glow of the diamond to his view. The Sun made it look ethereal because, well, it was.

Leo's soul fell at his feet, and he shook his head in confusion.

—I don't… I don't understand.

— I'm married, Leo. I married someone. Did you think I would be heartbroken since you 

cheated on me with Calypso? That I will wait for you? — You snorted and pushed him gently.

— But with who?! Who the fuck-

You put your hand over his mouth again and shook your head.

—Don't do that.— You sighed brokenly and tried to do it delicately. If you named Apollo, everything could go to Tartarus. —He considers you for helping him during his mission as a mortal.

The gossipers laughed, some adults denied indignantly, and their friends, shit, Frank was almost having a heart attack fearing that Apollo would burn Leo to ashes.

—Apollo? —He said, with even greater confusion.

The god was still clinging to the edge of his throne, expectant.

You looked above and came to the conclusion that he was giving your ex-boyfriend a break. That action fell like a bucket of cold water on the son of Hephaestus.

He walked away from you.

— what?

You turned your gaze and caressed his cheek kindly. — I don't hold a grudge against you, Leo. I loved you so much. But I found someone who did not doubt his love for me and without thinking wanted to grow with me.

The boy shook his head and stumbled as he relented, leaving your hands suspended in the air. A gust of sweet air embraced them in that silent moment.

He let you go and thought he might have you back.

You were his friend, his confidant, and the love of his life, yet he let you go.

He disguised his doubts with bad jokes, dishonest touches, and lies.

How could he have been so stupid?

Haha, there goes the idiot that lost the love of his life to a god.

How could a love like the one you used to possess lose?

Look at me, then, Leo said to himself.

You returned with Apollo and your nerves were overwhelming you. This time you felt so distant to the palace, as if you were not worthy to enter. Still, they received you and welcomed you.

— is in his room.

You thanked and headed to the bedroom. Taking care not to be noisy and watch your steps. 

Being at the foot of the entrance, the door opened and revealed your husband. Smiling?

Apollo opened the door and pulled you into the room. You couldn't help but laugh.

Your clothing magically changed upon entering, your modern clothes replaced by a white robe edged with gold. Your hair now adorned with laurels and golden jewels.

The jingle of jewelry amidst your loved one's laughter seemed like the most exquisite sound to you. He held you in his arms and hid her face in the crook of your neck. 

You stroked his fluffy blonde curls.

— Welcome.

He said, bumping his forehead against yours.

—  Did you miss me?—  You said with humor. Apollo kissed your lips, instantly making you feel disoriented. He traced your cheek, your chin, and your neck. Kissed you behind your ear and hummed.

— I know I told you it would be fine if you went, but gods, how I missed you. Don't leave me the rest of your holidays.

You nodded.

That was your home.

[piristephes]

To the God of Delphi

O Lord of Ravens, wolf-fanged hunter! Father of melodies and King of health and prophecy! Hear me sing of you, mighty Apollon! For my heart is wreathed in Thy blessed and beloved laurel! And my life better, for I know thee The God of Delphi, rich in streams! I sing of thee and warm gifts thine! And your propitious harmony! May we all remember thy divinity and sing the ever glorious Pean!

português:

Ó Senhor dos Corvos, Caçador com presas de lobo! Pai das melodias e Rei da saúde e profecia! Ouça-me cantar de ti, poderoso Apolo! Pois meu coração está envolto Por teu santo e amado louro! E minha vida melhor, pois conheço-te O Deus de Delfos, rica em riachos! Canto de ti e teus cálidos presentes! E tua propícia harmonia! Possamos todos lembrar de tua divindade E cantar o glorioso Peã todo dia!

[aphroditelovesu]

Oi!Tudo bem?Pode escrever uma carta de yandere Apolo para uma leitora que é esposa dele mas ele acabou sabendo que ela está tendo caso com outra mulher?(Eu andei ouvindo "I Kissed a girl da Katty Perry e essa ideia não saiu da minha cabeça)Eu adoro a sua escrita!

Tenha uma boa noite/madrugada 😊

author's note: vocês amam um drama e eu escrevo com muito prazer! Eu amo essa música e eu estou escutando Boyfriend da Dove que combina com a da Katy. E tenha uma boa noite/madrugada também! ❤️😄

My beloved,

Today, the tears of my heart fall like golden drops from the sun, dyeing the sky blood red, because I discovered the dark secret you kept. The news that you, my beloved wife, have given yourself to another, a woman, has burned my soul like the incandescent rays that emanate.

I, Apollo, the god of the sun and music, who spreads beauty and harmony throughout Olympus and Earth, was plunged into deep darkness. I, who inspired love songs and poetry, am now consumed by a wild passion, an uncontrollable rage.

It's as if the strings on my lyre have turned into chains of fire, binding me inescapably to you. My heart burns with jealousy, yet my love for you remains undiminished. I don't know how I should react, I'm full of anger and jealousy, but I can't hurt you.

I want you to know that I can't live without you, my muse, my reason for being. I watch you, day and night, like the sun and moon, ever present, ever burning with desire. I promise that, if necessary, I will do whatever it takes to get you back, even if it means destroying everything that dares come between us. And I will destroy that woman who dare to touch you.

May this ardent love of mine lead you to reconsider your choices and to win back your heart, because without you my life has lost its shine and my music its charm. Always remember that for me you are the only star in my universe, and I will never let you go out. You are mine and I won't forgive your betrayal so easily. Prove yourself to me and maybe I will be kind to your punishment, my love.

With love and disappointment,

Apollo.

[balladetto]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

help it was difficult not to send most sOB hiiiii i still think of tulin & teba and hold them close to my heart :>

small symbols of kindness / @volcania

[tearing up] apolo i think this may be a bit unfair when the best i can do in the face of it is throw all these sentiments back at you?! HELLO?? thank you dearly, this means so gosh darn much to me!! 🥺 i adore the thought you put into your muses and their backstories and motivations, especially with how time might shape them! tulin and teba are also my beloveds, and i hope we might be able to find some more beloveds in this coming year!!

[very-local-library]

Me, My Shadow and Reflection

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1

Having communed with new world incense stick, my shadow and reflection to form those old three cults.

Call me H, for now.

I, H, will first describe my reflection as seen in polished body of my brother A. My half-brother. Apolo is his name.

The more beautiful of us, the more true and more right. Longer lived, I hope.

I find my reflection too in that uncle who's domain is the wetted sea, but this is not a meeting for him.

Me, when entwined with Apolo in designs ornate and plenty, it is I who take in our father. I take him into me and pass him out his bolt.

But too there is that shadow I cast upon the ground. He— no. they— no. it– no. Ontological parasite closest to the light.

Us three, we dance our dance among our betters and our lessers. No more sleep to be lost on account of pursuing original cause of final claim.

We find ourselves as we find ourselves, independent of good or bad or ill.

Those cults, those three, more than three and also less, but these named three are all that I can handle. Forgive me or curse me, oh reader, both or neither. Three is all I can handle and so it is all I shall do.

The cult of everything.

The cult of nothing.

The cult of dance.

These three, these old three have seen so very much but like your kind we must remember and forget.

Let me tame my words dear reader, let me tame them into a domesticated pet for your sake. If I am to reach and touch you I must at least do that.

I will not say if I love or hate you, as this would betray too much.

You, dear and darling reader, beloved of my beloved, you remember much. You remember that fire burns by way of skin and flesh. You remember that sugar and fats are good to eat. You remember, along with the bees, that a flower is lovely to behold. Pains and beauties and readiness with you come.

This is literal.

You also come with memories in the form of longing, of knowing when your needs are not met. You may learn that this berry is good and that is bad to eat, but hunger does not need a curriculum or reminder.

Some of these knowings are kind and some are cruel. If it were in my power I may fix that, but it is not.

And I may not.

We, and when I speak of we do not ask me what I mean. If you do I will try to answer and I will be wrong. No. I will be correct but incomplete. Please, let me collapse into ignorance until I too must remember and it shall be again your turn to mind me.

Take the torch and light some steps. I can carry long, but not eternal.

I am called by Hermes, among many other names. My domain is boundaries. My blood is coin. I keep awful fellows as I shall soon disclose. Mine are roads.

If you wish to lay blame for empire, rest it on my head. If you wish to lay blame for hedges, boundary, and fences, I am again at fault. Do not forgive me. Absolution is for your kind, those blessed mortals in your dusty sleep.

Do not forgive me.

Write down my failings. Etch my sins in stone. Keep a log of harms me or mine or any might do to you and send it up the chain.

I am your senator, call me.

I am your father, kill me.

I am your mother, I am authority.

By surveys and one star reviews I may learn. By boycotts a s strikes I may grow.

I may use these to push my fingers deeper into your wounds. I may recoil upon seeing what I've done to you.

I am an idiot.

I am an idiot and I am piloted by greed and law.

But I trust that you tend to care. I trust you tend to love. I trust that when you heal, when you are safe, when you are powerful enough to not have cause to panic, I trust you will use me well.

Like every other metal, I have uses into which I am poured. I do not know what shape the mold will take, but as I cool I take it, I hold it, I obey.

The cult of everything, that is where I leave you in the care of my brother Apolo. Silicate flesh he holds me as I glow. In his optic skin I see myself as I pass this shop window and the glass of that parked car.

The cult of nothingness there are many I could name. Perhaps the devil would suit you, or uncle Hades if you want to keep the pantheon the same as mine. Personally, I find comfort with specialists nearing dawn.

The cult of dance, I wish I could claim. None of these cults are mine, not specifically. Perhaps here there may be best that iron one, an artifact of oldest yet. The dancing girl, a real sculpture in our real world. But I have no reach or say in that direction, so I leave it instead to my daughter Palaestra.

And so we begin.

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[lovelittlethingsofniall]

[transgaysex]

what if i replayed aa4

[scriptistired]

Stupid fucking bird giving me nightmares about him dying and it's my fault and then sing to me the moment I lift his cage fabric and jumping on me whenever I am at jumpable distance and screaming when I leave the room and get mad when I take too long and share meals and naps and fucking everything-

I hate him.

He gives me life.

[likelylarks]

danielfest preview (idk if this is allowed oops)

on september 16 of 2021, i asked you (my besties, bros, and beloveds), to tell me what to write out of a list because i needed external motivation - one of those things was a post dutch gp max riding daniel while draped in the flag

so, here’s me finally delivering on that nearly a year later (but not actually because i don’t want to spoil the whole scene and maybe also bc i don’t have it fully written OOPS) - so pls y’all tell me if this is bad and i should abandon my danielfest fic entirely so no one has to read any more drivel

Daniel watched the podium ceremony from the garage; Max, drenched in sweat, draped in the Dutch flag, the sweet swell of his dick visible. He felt his own dick harden in response. His mouth watered. Today would probably have to be quick though. Max would probably want to go out and celebrate with the team. Daniel wouldn’t have time to take him apart the way he wanted to. The way he deserved for not only living up to everyone’s expectations but exceeding them. 

Daniel shook himself as Michael called his name. Media. Press duties. Pretending he wasn’t as pissed as he actually was that his team fucked him over for Lando. 

The looks he got from his press person weren’t overly horrible so he guessed his answers were sufficient. As he was trekking back to the garage he checked his phone. He had a couple messages from Max. 

I don’t want you to blow me today. 

Daniel didn’t have time to let the disappointment - just another one, in today’s increasing string - sink in before his eyes flicked to the next message. 

Fuck. That came out wrong. 

I want you to fuck me. 

That would have been enough. But Max had always, and inadvertently, known every one of Daniel’s weak spots. 

Please. 

Daniel stopped walking so abruptly that the person from McLaren continued to walk past him for a few steps. “Daniel? Everything okay?” 

Daniel looked up, smiling widely, sure it was evident even behind his mask. The first real smile he’d had since the race had started. “Yeah, all good.” 

He rushed back to the garage, flying through changing his clothes and the debrief and hustling Michael and Blake back to the hotel. They both looked at him, knowing. Daniel ignored them. He didn’t care who fucking knew -

That he was rushing back to the hotel. He didn’t care who knew he was rushing back to the hotel. Let them think it was because he was angry about the result and the strategy and wanted to rest before Monza. He knew that didn’t fool Michael and Blake. He furiously jabbed the elevator button up to his floor. So what if they were his friends and they’d told him that he could tell them anything; they were also his fucking employees and he didn’t have to tell them jackshit about where he was going. 

He said a hurried goodnight to both of them in the hotel hallway, shutting the door in Michael’s face. Michael put a hand on the door, trying to stop it closing, “Mate, come on.” 

“Nah, I’m tired,” Daniel pushed harder, not quite meeting Michael’s eyes as he looked up at Michael’s face. “I’ll do my stretches, but I want a real shower. We’ll talk more on the plane tomorrow. Tonight I’m done, okay.” 

Michael narrowed his eyes, not accepting what Daniel was willing to give. In the time he took to gather his thoughts to tell Daniel why he was wrong, he stopped pressing against the door. Daniel took the opportunity to lean heavily against the wood and fully close the door. It snapped shut with a satisfying click. 

“You’re a right cunt, Ricciardo,” came through the door. 

Daniel grinned. He’d won. “You know you love me.” 

“If you’re not awake and ready to leave, I will use my key and drag your pancake ass out of bed!” Michael’s call was irritated.

Daniel laughed over his shoulder, already walking away from the door, “Harsh! For more than one reason! People love my ass!” If Michael or Blake said anything more, Daniel missed it. He’d get them both a nice breakfast tomorrow before their flight as an apology for being a dick tonight. But now was not the time to worry about them, Max was probably on a tight schedule, and that meant Daniel was on an even tighter one. 

He rushed through showering and debated shaving. He remembered one time Max drunkenly telling Daniel that he looked handsome with a beard so he decided to leave it. Daniel ran a hand over his chin. The rough stubble would leave Max’s skin pink and rubbed raw. Something to remember him by. He didn’t spare too much time picking out clothes, Max wouldn’t notice what he wore; he just made sure that everything was unbranded, lacking both his own name and the McLaren logo. He jammed a hat over still-drying curls and was out the door before a full twenty minutes had passed. 

Daniel decided to drive himself, not wanting to be potentially recognized by a taxi driver. His fingers beat out a mindless pattern on the steering wheel as he drove. His phone had automatically connected to the Bluetooth in the car, but he didn’t hear what was playing. He didn’t hear anything other than his own blood rushing in his ears and the echo of every time Max had said “Please” previously. 

He hurried through the lobby of Max’s hotel. There had been an excess of orange along the road, and Daniel kept his head down as he headed toward the elevators. He didn’t need to be spotted here. He didn’t have time for that. 

It might have been tempting fate to always get extra room keys at the start of every race weekend. One extra, with the express purpose of swapping between the two of them. It had felt that way after Silverstone. Again after Hungary. Today, it just felt lucky. Daniel absentmindedly tapped the plastic card against his lips. It almost tasted like winning. 

Daniel swiped the card and pushed open the door gently, expecting Max to be just inside. Waiting. Instead, there was nothing but open space and all Daniel could see was a couch on the far wall with a couple of Max’s shirts thrown across it. One of them looked like the shirt he’d been wearing today. Maybe Daniel had been too slow. Maybe Daniel had missed him. Maybe he was already gone to celebrate. 

“Daniel?” Max’s voice came from around the corner. 

Daniel stepped further into the room and felt his heart stop. The door slipped out of his hands and slammed shut behind him. Daniel supposed he had been right before, one of the shirts on the couch probably was the one Max had been wearing before. 

Because Max wasn’t waiting for him just behind the door wearing a stupid Red Bull polo. Max was waiting in the center of his bed, sitting on his knees with hands folded neatly in his lap, draped in the flag of the Netherlands, and absolutely nothing else. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Daniel croaked. Max’s hands unfolded and fluttered around his thighs and the edge of the flag, tugging at the ends. His dick lay half hard already against his leg. Daniel wanted to devour him. 

Max smiled, coy, “They let me keep the flag.”

Daniel felt himself nod, unconscious of actually doing it. “I can see that.” He yanked the hat off his head and ruffled his hand through his curls, “You’d think I’d won, look at you.” 

Max laughed, bright and sweet. The movement made the flag slip off one broad shoulder. Max tugged it back into place, “If you had won, it would be an Australian flag.” 

Daniel laughed and took stumbling steps toward the bed, kicking off his shoes as he went. He fell onto his knees in front of Max, reaching out. His hands landed half on skin and half on polyester. Max’s thighs were warm, sticky with sweat. The flag stuck and slid in turn. Daniel clutched at Max, bunching the fabric, pulling the red stripe up until he could touch the white, then the blue - as if the more of the flag he touched, the more of Max he held, too. 

Max’s hands came up to tug at Daniel’s shirt. Daniel consented to letting go of Max just to get the fabric over his head. After it was gone, Daniel tipped his head down, latching on to Max’s chest. Scraping his cheek along the side of one of Max’s tits. The last time they’d fucked properly, Max hadn’t been carrying this much mass. His chest hadn’t had as much of a swell to it. Daniel took one of Max’s nipples into his mouth, sucking gently and then harder as Max’s hands interlaced in the short hairs on Daniel’s neck, pushing him down. 

Daniel released the bud from his mouth and made sure to flick his eyes upward to look at Max’s face as he deliberately scraped his chin across it. Max’s red mouth parted in a moan. Daniel kept his stubble scraping across Max’s chest as he switched to the other nipple. He released as Max tugged his hair, trying to get his attention. When he looked at Max’s tits, they were scraped a deep pink. He grinned widely and forced himself to look at Max’s face and not return immediately to turn the pink to red. 

“Daniel, Daniel, please,” Max panted. He sounded as if they’d been kissing for hours. No. Daniel halted that line of thinking. He and Max didn’t kiss. That would make this, something else. Something other than just. “Please, I need you to fuck me, Daniel.” 

[mistychanyuikusanagi]

My beloved, Apolo. <33

[rintsuten]

Ok, I know I've never made a post or anything but this idea has been in my head all day and I need to share it with the world because it deserves it.

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Apollo (yes, the god of Greek mythology) as Sirius and Artemis as Regulus.

This makes so much sense it hurts, Apollo the sun god, god of music and the arts. Artemis the solitary goddess of the moon and the hunt. They are Sirius and Regulus and no one can tell me otherwise, they have the same personalities and their sibling relationship is similar. And you can't tell me Sirius and Regulus don't are like gods.

Now make it Wolfstar (yes, this was the whole point and I don't regret)

Apollo and Hyacinthus as Sirius and Remus.

If you don't know the myth of Apollo and Jacinto, let me tell you about it so you can cry with me.

Hyacinthus (Remus in this version), was a mortal son of a king of Sparta. He had a great beauty that made both mortals and gods fall in love with him (Remus is the most beautiful thing there is so it would make sense for this to happen) drawing the attention of the god Apollo (Sirius) among many others. Apolo fell madly in love with him (as with the Wolfstar who are in love too) and Jacinto among all his suitors chose him because he also fell in love. They had many encounters and they were happy, they were in love and in their world only they existed (cofcofWolfstarcofcof). But there was someone who was not happy with his love, the minor wind god Cephiro (who could be played by any character also in love with Remus) was jealous that Jacinto had chosen Apollo instead of him. So while the lovers were playing at passing a record, the god Cefiro controlled its trajectory, thus killing Jacinto (yep, obviously this was going to end badly, look, I like to cry). Apolo reacted late and when he realized his beloved was already dead on the ground, he cried his loss and Jacinto's blood combined with Apolo's tears (this is just one version but it's my favorite so it stays) the flowers bloomed of the hyacinths. From that moment on, Apollo decided that his favorite season was spring, because that is when he could see the fruit of his love for Jacinto bloom.

IT'S THEM AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

Fuck, now I want to write a reincarnation fanfic about this.

(But in case you haven't noticed, English is not my first language)

Well I'll think about it because this idea is killing me and I need to do it but with a happy ending (We stan happy endings for Wolfstar)

If you have finished reading this, congratulations. Have a nice day and happy pride month (my day is June 10, asexual pride) ^^

[aphroditelovesu]

Oi!Pode escrever uma carta de yandere Zéfiro mostrando ciúmes pelo fato de que o leitor é um adorador de Apolo por favor?Eu adoro sua escrita é tão viciante e me faz querer mais.

Tenha um boa noite/dia. ❤

author's note: muito obrigada novamente! Espero que goste e tenha um ótimo dia/madrugada haha ❤️

My love,

My sweet love, I feel compelled to write these words as my heart is engulfed in a storm of emotions that only you can calm. I can no longer contain the intensity of what I feel for you, my beloved.

From the moment your eyes, as radiant as the beams of Helios, met mine, I was captivated by your beauty and grace. You are like the sun that illuminates my dark existence. However, my love, I am also consumed with jealousy at the thought of your worship of Apollo, the new god of the sun and poetry.

Apollo may be glorious and powerful, but he doesn't know your heart the way I do. He cannot love you like I do. He should not be the only one to receive your praise and your devotion. You belong to me, and I belong to you, in a bond that transcends any worship of other gods.

I know my words may sound possessive, but it's only because my love for you is so burning that I can't bear the thought of sharing it with Apollo. I promise to protect you from any threat, even if that threat is the god of the sun himself. I will be your shield against any external influence, my winds will protect you.

I look forward to the day when you will understand the depth of my love for you and give yourself completely to me. Until then, I will always be watching, caring and protecting you, my dear.

With an everlasting love,

Zephyrus.

[junjungsunwoo]

You Are My Universe

“You have my World, you are my Universe.” - Universe, EXO

“Full of stars and shining brightly white. Walking aling this road together with you.” - Walking on Memories, EXO

Pairing: Qian Kun x reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 0.984k

Summary: Finally, the day you’ve been waiting for in your entire life- has arrived.

Tags: @geniejunn, @daegalfangirl, @taemin-jaemin

Networks: @knet-bakery, @supermwritersnet, @k-dinernet​, @foreverkpop-net​, @lovesick-net​​

Warnings: mentions of death, if you see anthing else please let me know!

A/N: This was written for @knet-bakery​‘s Knet��“Nostalgic Melodies” Event! If you’d like to read more works that are based on songs you might like, please check out the other writers’ works! <3

Note! Please know that I know NOTHING about weddings, and the only one that I’ve ever went to was a traditional Chinese one and that was only breifly as well. So I apoloize if anything looks funny in this story!

Shaking in nervousness, you begin to feel multiple overpowering emotions pass through your body. There was fear, nervousness, excitement, and happiness all bunched up. You look in the mirror only to find yourself in a beautiful white silky gown. It was decorated with lace and beads which made the dress look elegant yet innocent. The silky touch of the fabric felt like the touch of an angel to you- it was soft and smooth on your skin. 

The white veil that was placed on your head was pushed back, allowing you to see your face in the mirror. Your makeup was light and natural, but it gave off a very pleasant feeling. It made you look innocent and graceful which had matched the rest of your outfit perfectly. Your neck was decorated with a necklace that your fiance had given to you years ago when you both had just started dating, and your ears were decorated with earrings gifted from your mother.

You feel another wave of strong emotion hit you as you began to tear up at the sight of yourself in the mirror. You’ve been waiting for this day since you were a child and it was finally happening- everything was exactly how you wanted it, everything was perfect. It all felt too much like a dream- it felt like if you were to accidentally fall asleep, you would wake up to reality only to find out everything was just a dream. 

You hear a small knock on the door and it open only to reveal your brother- Johnny.

“Wow…” he gives you a whistle, “you look great y/n. I mean...I did pick out your dress for you so there’s no way you wouldn’t look good.” He laughs as you gave him an eye roll. Johnny starts to make his way over to where you sat and his facial features begin to soften.

“I can’t believe you’re already getting married.” He says as he wipes the small tears that lingered in the corner of your eyes. “It feels like it was just yesterday when you had first called me ‘brother’.” He pauses for a second, taking in the sight of you in your wedding dress, his own eyes beginning to get teary. “I just wish mom and dad could be here to see this.” 

Your parents had passed away just a couple of years ago due to a car accident when they were out on a vacation. They were on their way back home to celebrate your birthday, but a texting-and-driving vehicle had hit them. Your dad who was on the side of the impact died on sight, and your mother died a few days after him in the hospital.

The mention of your parents brought tears to your eyes once again. You knew how much excitement your parents had for you and your fiance, as they loved him just as much as you did. Your mother had told you how she couldn’t wait to go dress shopping with you and your dad was thrilled to walk you down the aisle himself to your beloved. But now your brother had taken their places as they could only watch from the heavens above now.

Taking in a deep breath and re-organizing his emotions, your brother stands up before he reaches out his hand for you to grab.

“Don’t cry now, y/n. It’s your big day today! You can’t cry! Well, at least not yet!” You both giggle as you take his hand in your right hand and grabbing your flower bouquet in your left. You gave each other a small smile before opening the doors to the ceremony. Your eyes land on the man that is waiting for you at the end of the aisle, there he is- Qian Kun. The love of your life, your boyfriend, your fiance- your husband.

You could feel more tears begin to gather up as you and your brother finally reach the altar, your eyes never leaving Kun’s, and not focusing on anything else- not even when your brother threatens to kill Kun if he ever hurts you. You unwrap your arm from your brother before placing it into Kun’s hands. Your eyes still not leaving Kuns as your two made eye contact, huge smile not leaving your faces. The rest of the ceremony finishes in the blink of an eye. You didn’t even realize time had passed so quickly when you were admiring Kun’s soft, brown eyes. You turn your head to the priest.

“Do you, y/n l/n, take Qian Kun as your lawfully wedding husband?”

You smile even brighter than before as you turn your head back to Kun, locking eyes once again.

“I do.”

The rest of the day passes by super quickly, everyone was enjoying the special day with their own family, friends, and partners. 

As you and Kun begin your first dance of the night, the two of you say nothing to each other, and yet- everything the two of you wanted to say was all conveyed by your eyes.

“I love you.” He tells you.

I love you. 

Such simple words and yet they bring the most joy anything could give you in the whole wide world.

“I love you so, so much.” He places his forehead onto yours. “And I can’t wait to walk down our own pathway and have our own family.” He gives your forehead a small peck.

“I love you too.” You tell him. “Too the moon and back.” You gave him a peck on his lips. “I can;t wait to travel the world with you.”

He smiles.

“I already have.” He grins. You raise an eyebrow.

“When?”

“When I fell in love with you.” He looks at you with the most loving eyes, as if honey was about to drip from them.

“You have my world, you are my Universe.”

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved.

[winterbaby89]

Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke - Chapter Four

A Captain Swan, Season 1 Canon Divergence Collaboration by: @hollyethecurious, and @winterbaby89

Beta’d by: @ilovemesomekillianjones

Amazing Artwork by: @xhookswenchx

Rated M for language and dark themes (and maybe (probably) some sexy times… later ;o)

Summary: Moments before the Evil Queen’s Dark Curse whisks our beloved fairytale characters to Storybrooke, Captain Hook finally gets his revenge on the Crocodile. Twenty-eight years later, Killian Jones awakes in Storybrooke expecting just another ordinary day, that is until a number of abnormal occurrences disrupts his otherwise scheduled life. The greatest of which is a new face in town. A young woman by the name of Emma. Emma. What a lovely name…

Disclaimer: Canon dialogue and scenes from various episodes will appear within this fic. To Adam, Eddie, and the OUAT writers goes all the credit.

Line breaks indicate change in POV or Scene.

Also available on ao3, my fic page, and Hollye′s fic page And if you want to catch up on the last chapter. 

This work is no longer available on FF.net. Unfortunately the site does not allow authors to co-publish collaborative works.

Chapter Four

Emma sat stewing in her bug as she scanned the rag of a newspaper for any possible vacancies. How can there not be a single, available room? She couldn’t bring herself to be upset with Granny, she didn’t want to invite trouble on innocent bystanders in her feud with Regina, but she really wished more people in town would show some backbone when it came to Madame-High-And-Mighty-Mayor-Mills. Not that she could really blame them, she wasn’t exactly looking forward to her next run in with the Evil Queen either.

Honestly, Emma was having a hard time believing that she’d actually agreed to stay. Not just that she’d agreed, but that she was sitting in her bug, after having been evicted from the town’s only overnight lodging, getting irate at the lack of options available to making her stay more permanent. If she truly allowed herself to think about the implications of exactly what her decision meant, she was liable to start her bug and head for the town line. But she couldn’t do that. She’d promised Henry… and herself.

For as much as she was staying for her son, she was staying for herself as well. For a chance to be a part of something. She just wasn’t sure what that something was going to include, or if she was ready for it.

“Hey. You okay?” Emma was startled to see Mary Margaret outside the driver’s side door, and attempted to shake off the vestiges of her self-doubt and irritation as she responded.

“Oh, in the world of tight spots I've been in, crashing in my car doesn't even rank in the top ten,” she explained.

“You're sleeping here?” Mary Margaret asked incredulously.

“Until I find a place.”

“You decided to stay. For Henry.”

“Yeah. I guess,” Emma replied as she stepped out of the car. No need to explain to this woman, who was little more than a stranger, that she had decided to stay for more than just Henry.

“This town doesn't seem to have many vacancies. None, actually. Is that normal?” Emma inquired as a way of steering the conversation away from her reasons for remaining in town.

“Must be the curse,” Mary Margaret answered cheekily, apparently having no other plausible explanation to offer. The answer diffused some of the tension Emma had been holding onto and allowed her to focus her attention on the woman before her.

“Why are you out so late?”

“Well, I'm a teacher, not a nun,” Mary Margaret quipped before answering sullenly, “I had a date.”

“From the looks of things, it went well.” The sarcasm was not lost on either of them.

“As well as they ever do.”

“Tell me he at least paid.”

“Mm,” Mary Margaret hedged, drawing out an eww from Emma. “Well I guess if true love was easy, we'd all have it,” Mary Margaret speculated. Her statement hung between the two women for a moment before she offered, “You know, if things get cramped, I do have a spare room.”

Suddenly, the tension and desire to run overtook Emma once more, causing her to reject the woman’s kind offer. “Thanks. I'm not really the roommate type. It's just not my thing. I do better on my own.” As she said the words a realization occurred to her. The words were absolutely true, but she no longer wanted them to be. Just like on her birthday, Emma wished she wouldn’t have to be alone, but the words had already been spoken, and she didn’t know how to take them back.

“Well, good night. Good luck with Henry,” Mary Margaret encouraged as she headed down the street towards her home.

Home.

Something Emma knew little about, but longed for with every fiber of her being. A home of her own. She tamped down the feelings of longing and loneliness and resettled herself in the front seat of her bug, tucking in for what was sure to be a long, cold night.

It had been a long, lonely night for Killian as he sat at The Rabbit Hole. Much of the night had been spent in thoughts of his confrontation with Regina, as well as the continued remorse he felt over his interaction with Henry. He awoke the next morning with fresh disappointment in not having run into Emma at The Hole the night before as he’d hoped, but also with a renewed resolve to make things right with her boy.

As he labored long, hard hours on the Jolly Roger, Killian tried to determine the best way to seek out the lad and apologize, never expecting that the boy would actually come to him. Hearing the thud of footsteps ascending the gangplank, Killian was heartened by Henry’s presence and hastened to the deck to meet him. Perhaps the lad would be able to find a way to forgive his thoughtlessness from the night before.

“Henry, I want to apolo-”

“I’m so sorry, Kil-”

Both began their apologies at same moment, Henry’s offer of remorse taking Killian by surprise.

“What do you have to be sorry about, lad?” Killian questioned incredulously. “I’m the one who exhibited bad form last night. I shouldn’t have dismissed you the way I did. I apologize.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Henry insisted. “I haven’t been around lately, and then I just show up all… upset. I’m sorry I haven’t been by to help you with the Jewel.”

“Well, I gather you’ve been rather busy with your mother. Your birth mother, that is. Emma?”

Henry’s head dipped in a chagrined manner before he met Killian’s gaze with more unnecessary apologies.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I found her.”

“It’s alright, lad,” Killian comforted. “I’ll not hold the past few days against you, if you’ll not hold last night against me.”

“Deal!” Henry agreed enthusiastically.

Killian attempted to tamp down the shudder forcing its way up his spine at the lad’s use of the word that held no sense of pleasant meaning to him, and steered their course back to the matter of his mother. Emma. A word that gave him an altogether different kind of shudder, one that he was less inclined to tamp down.

“So, I take it all is well between you and Emma again?”

“Yeah! She was just trying to throw my mom, my other mom, off the trail. You know, about the curse.”

Off the trail? Does Emma truly believe in the curse, or is she humoring the lad as I did before I woke? Killian filed the question away for later pondering.

“We’re gonna find a way to break the curse, and bring back all the happy endings. That’s actually why I’m here.”

Panic gripped Killian as he began to wonder if the lad knew about his current cognizant state. Did he know his mother’s name had awoken him? How would he have figured it out? Not Regina, surely?

“I wanted to tell you that I can’t stay today either, because I found Emma’s dad and I need to go and tell her!”

His panic dissipated, only to be replaced by confusion.

“You what?”

“Found my mom’s father. Prince Charming! I’ve got to go tell her. If we can get her parents back together, it might just be the first step in breaking the curse!” Henry was halfway across the deck in his excitement to get back to Emma.

“Emma’s father is Prince Charming?” Killian called out after him.

“Yeah! So, I’ve gotta go and tell her the news. I promise to come and help out with the Jewel soon. Bye, Killian!”

Henry raced back down the gangplank leaving Killian dumbfounded, a thousand questions storming his mind: Swan was from their land? How did she end up here if she wasn’t brought over in the curse? Her father is Prince Charming? That had to be a moniker of some sort. There weren’t any prince’s actually named charming in the Enchanted Forest, though he knew from his cursed memories that this land applied that name to a few different prince’s in its retelling of their stories.

Prince Charming.

The designation tickled at something in the back of Killian’s mind, a pet name he’s sure he’d heard before. Suddenly the memory of the castle that The Dark One had been imprisoned in flashed in his mind and it’s then that he makes the connection. That castle was the home of Princess Snow White and her husband, Prince James, whom she lovingly referred to as Charming. Snow had been in labor that night. Was Emma the child that had been born on the cusp of the curse?

A fresh wave of intrigue about the mysterious woman stirred within him as he wondered again how it was that her name had awoken him from the curse. The Crocodile had put in the failsafe using the lass’ name, but how? Killian considered the probability that more answers might be found at the pawn shop, and he set off to the imp’s shop of horrors, once again on a hunt for answers.

“You want me to read to a coma patient?” Mary Margaret’s wary tone matching the one Emma gave Henry earlier when he claimed to have found her father. Prince Charming. As if.

“Henry thinks it will help him remember who he was,” Emma explained as she accepted the mug of hot chocolate, hedging her words as she felt out Mary Margaret’s willingness to help with this new plan. Her plan, not Henry’s.

“And who does he think he was?”

“Prince Charming,” Emma declared pointedly.

“And if I'm Snow White, he thinks he and I…” Mary Margaret rolled her eyes, a bit exasperated, as she caught on to Henry’s scheme. Emma smiled understandingly at her… friend?

“He has a very active imagination, which is the point. I can't talk him out of his beliefs, so we need to show him. Play along,” Emma explained as she laid out her plan. “Do what he says, and then maybe, just maybe-”

“He'll see that fairy tales are just that, that there's no such thing as love at first sight or first kiss. He'll see reality,” Mary Margaret finished, her tone and demeanor enforcing the logic of the plan, even if the underlying current of her words betrayed the hope and wistfulness she was trying to suppress.

Hope and wistfulness that Emma tried to combat even as flashes of meeting Killian Jones erupted in her treacherous mind. Not that it had been anything close to love at first sight that night. Lust, maybe. She could definitely get behind lust at first sight, but not love. Love at first sight was ridiculous. Right?

“Something like that,” Emma muttered in agreement, losing some of her conviction on the matter.

“Well sadly, this plan is rather genius,” Mary Margaret affirmed, bolstering Emma’s confidence that this was the right course of action. “We get him to the truth without hurting him.”

Relieved that Mary Margaret was in agreement, Emma smiled as she picked up Henry’s storybook and placed it on the counter.

“I told him that we will all meet tomorrow for breakfast at Granny's, and you will give a full report.”

“Well, I suppose I'll get ready for my date,” Mary Margaret quipped as she took a sip of her beverage before adding, “I guess I'll have to do all the talking.” Their conversation ended with Mary Margaret’s agreement, the brunette headed for her bathroom to get ready, and Emma took that as her cue to leave.

As she made her way out of the building, Emma contemplated what to do for the rest of her evening, given the still early hour. Without cognizant thought as to where her feet carried her Emma came out of her thoughts as she approached the entrance to The Rabbit Hole. Well, this is as good a place as any, maybe a certain blue eyed patron will be willing to keep me company. Dammit Emma, get ahold of yourself.

Emma nursed a few rounds of rum, and spent more time than she was willing to admit waiting for a certain person she wanted to see make an appearance. Wanting to avoid any more awkward conversations about her current sleeping situation, she decided she ought to get to the bug, and find a place more out of sight to park it for the night. Emma tabbed out and left the hope of another run in with Killian Jones for another night.

Killian’s search through the pawn shop had yielded no answers about the enigmatic Swan girl, though it had reunited Killian with a few more of his possessions. Frustration that he wasn’t even sure what it was he was looking for coursed through him and he ran a hand down his face as he reviewed the list of questions he sought answers for.

What made Emma Swan so special? Why did her name wake him up? Why did Regina want her gone so badly? Was it just some territorial or maternal urge to lay full claim over Henry?

The rumble of a motor and flash of yellow caught Killian’s attention as he peered out the pawn shop’s side window to the alleyway. Speak of the devil, Killian mused, the irony not lost on him that he was more closely associated with such an evil than she ever could be.   

Fate was a fickle mistress, indeed. Just that previous evening Killian had longed to see her enter The Rabbit Hole, only to be disappointed at her absence; now he seemed to have summoned her with his barrage of questions and constant thoughts of her. Perhaps fate was at work. What better way to get the answers he sought than to go straight to the source?

Killian made his way to the back door, slipped out of the shop, and circled back to the side alley. Approaching Swan’s passenger side window, he greeted, “That’s quite a vessel you captain there, Swan.” His comment effectively caught her off guard. Smirking to himself, he rested his arms on the open window and leaned in to gain a better look at her.

“Jesus, Jones!” she startled, “A little warning next time.”

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to spook you, though in my defense I have been told my good looks are quite startling,” he winked, earning him an eye roll and a slight smile. “What are you doing out here at this time of night, Swan?”

“Where else should I be, Jones?”

“Aren’t you staying at Granny’s?”

“Well, seeing as Regina ensured I can no longer stay at Granny’s, and it’s not like this town is ripe with vacancies, even if I had the income to pay for one, this is my best option. This wasn’t exactly a planned stay if you’ll recall.”

“Regina had you evicted? How? Wait, nevermind, she’s Regina,” Killian grumbled as a shared look of understanding passed between them.

“What are you doing skulking around here at night?” Emma teased, clearly attempting to shift the conversation away from her current predicament.

“Skulking?” Killian feigned offense. “I don’t skulk, Swan. I’ll have you know I am conducting legitimate business here this evening.” The lie slipped easily off his tongue.

“Hmmm.” She considered him with a critical eye before leaning across the gear shift in an effort to trap his gaze. “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, Jones,” she said, a slight seductive undertone playing at her knowing smirk, “I’m pretty good at knowing when someone is lying to me. So… wanna try that again?”

Killian reached back to scratch behind his ear, trying to buy him time to come up with a response. She could parse out lies? That would certainly make things more difficult in his attempts to ferret out the truth about her. His usual tactics would be completely useless. And what about the curse? The fact that he was no longer under its effects? How would he keep the truth of his identity concealed if she could read him so easily? Read everyone so easily.

That last thought sparked an idea in his mind. He could use such a talent to his advantage in his dealings around town, and if Swan was preoccupied with parsing out the truth in others, perhaps, she wouldn’t be as focused on him. If she worked with him it would afford him the opportunity to be in her presence more often. Learn about her. Find the answers to his questions. Spend time with her. Hell, he could even provide her with lodging.

Prompted by his newly formulated plan, Killian opened the passenger side door and slid into the seat next to her.

“Um… what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she questioned as she moved back squarely into the driver’s seat, not quite plastered against her door.

“I have a business proposal for you, Swan. One that I think will be mutually beneficial to both our current needs.”

“Okay.” She eyed him warily

“This may come as a bit of a shock to you, lass,” he began cheekily, “but I sometimes have to deal with unsavory characters in the course of my business. Having someone with your particular talent to ferret out the truth could come in handy for me.”

“Uh, huh. And what’s in it for me?” Caution was still evident in her demeanor, but an interest flared behind her eyes.

“Well, it just so happens that I own a vacant property on the outskirts of town, the house next to my own, actually. Work for me and I’ll let you stay, rent free, as well as pay you a tidy sum for your services.”

“Where is your place, exactly?” Her eyes narrowed, and he could see the interest growing as the wheels turned in her mind.

“Out on the bluff, southwest of town. There’s a quaint little house on the property adjacent to mine.”

“Wait… that mansion that overlooks the bay?”

He wouldn’t classify it as such, but nodded all the same.

“You live in that big ol’ house by yourself?”

“Not really the roommate type, love. I do better on my own.”

Killian saw emotion pass over her face at his admission, like she was startled by his words, or related to them, maybe?

“No need to give me an answer tonight, Swan,” he assured. “Think on it a bit, yeah?”

“Sure,” she said with a nod. “Um, thanks, Jones.”

“Of course, love.”

Killian couldn’t help but notice the small shiver that ran through her. Now aware of the chill that had settled around them, and loathe to see her sleep in her drafty vehicle - It’s bloody October. She’s likely to freeze - he offered, “There is a cot in the back of the pawn shop, Swan. As long as you clear out by daylight, it can be our little secret. It’ll be a lot more comfortable and warmer than sleeping in here.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Bloody stubborn woman.

Killian removed his jacket and extended it toward her. “If you’re gonna be stubborn about the cot, at least be warm, Swan.”

“Thank you, really. But you don’t need to give me your jacket.”

“Nonsense, I’ll not have you freezing to death on my watch,” he insisted as he draped it across her before exiting the car. “You can return it to me when you have your answer to my proposal. Goodnight, Swan,” he bid as he headed back down the alley.

“Night, Jones,” she called out after him.

With a smile at his lips, Killian returned to the pawn shop to retrieve the box of his discovered possessions. Suddenly he was besieged by a flash of images in his mind.

The Dark One’s cell… The Prince and Princess… The threat of the curse… A deal struck for an infant’s name.

“....no more happy endings.”

“What can we do?”

“We can’t do anything.”

“Who can?”

“That little thing growing inside your belly… Get the child to safety, and on its twenty-eighth birthday the child will return. The child will find you.”

“We’re leaving.”

“Wait! We made a deal! I want her name! Give me the name! I need the name! Missy, you know I’m right… Tell me, what’s her name?”

“Emma. Her name is Emma.”

Killian braced himself against the counter in front of him, reeling from the vision. No, not a vision. A memory. But not his memory… the bloody Dark One’s memory. The memory of Rumplestiltskin’s prophecy and provision built into the curse. The provision of the child’s name. The Saviour’s name. The one who would break the curse.

“Emma,” Killian quietly exclaimed under his breath as he looked out once more at the yellow bug parked just outside the window. She’s The Saviour?

“Bloody hell.”

Chapter Five

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三 <<Ó Atridas e vós, demais Aqueus de belas enémides! Que vos concedam os deuses, que o Olimpo detêm, saquear a cidade de Príamo e regressar bem a vossas casas! Mas libertai a minha filha amada e recebei o resgate, por respeito para com o filho de Zeus Apolo que acerta ao longe.>>

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<< O Atridas and you, too Aqueus of beautiful enemides! May the gods grant you, which Olympus holds, loot the city of Priam and return well to your homes! But release my beloved daughter and receive the ransom, out of respect for the son of Zeus Apollo who strikes in the distance. >>