#blossom nolan

[isleofdarkness]

A bunch of Auradon kids get sent to the Isle (long story) and Arturius, who already lives there part-time, is about to have a heart attack. He blends in on the Isle with his facial scars and willingness to resort to violence. But Liang? Aziz? Fucking Blossom Nolan? They're going to get themselves killed and he's going to get himself killed trying to protect them.

[trashlie]

Sowing the Seeds, Reaping Stalkyoo

It’s no secret that everything about the state of ILY since the Christmas party has been my absolute catnip, everything I’ve waited for and wanted to see. We’ve had delicious flashbacks and peeks into the past, we’ve been indulged with Nol and Kousuke going head to head, the reveals of how Kousuke has been manipulated and drugged, and yes, Nol’s return into his friend’s lives. Quimchee has been delivering something that I didn’t anticipate we’d get for a long time yet - I thought so much of Nol and Shinae’s relationship was being set up for the future, that it wouldn’t take root until then, and yet. 

And yet. 

Ages ago I wrote about the foundations of Stalkyoo, how so much of the framework for their potential feelings and relationship had been carefully laid for feelings to begin to sprout and bloom, anticipating that it would not be until after Nol returns from prison, maybe even until after the timeskip, that those feelings would show themselves. What a fool I was! How could I anticipate that we’d be seeing them so soon, like this?! 

Someone on reddit asked at what point did Stalkyoo begin - the feelings, us shipping, when it began to feel real and possible, and finally I was able to put the words together, to really begin this post that I’ve been dying to make. (This post is an expansion of my response on reddit, hehe) 

I used to waffle a lot on this thought, because if you reread ILY without a romantic lens, there's a lot of things that CAN come across very platonically - but the key is that context always matters, right? To me, a lot of the build up for Stalkyoo has been simply building a foundation so that their own feelings can develop. There's a difference between having feelings and being drawn to each other, but Nol and Shinae HAVE been drawn to each other from the start. While Shinae initially pushes back on Nol's attempt at friendship, by the time they're at the arcade, I think we start seeing the basis of Shinae reciprocating Nol's friendship. Clearly she's only playing along because she wants to get a free meal out of it, but something about Nol and Shinae that I find really interesting is that it really WAS effortless from the beginning! It's just that Shinae has so much trauma about friendships - not only that Alyssa betrayed her and played hot and cold, but that she can't trust her friendship with Maya and Rika is real and she is LITERALLY only there because she knows Maya is scheming. Yet, at the masquerade and the morning after, we see how easy Shinae falls into a rhythm with Nol - but once she catches herself she back pedals.

Something I think we need to clear before we dig into this is the point in which Nol went from trying to play cupid for Dieter to pursuing Shinae's friendship for himself. I don't think even he was totally aware of it, but when they were at the mall, I think that was a slow changing point for Nol. He could tell that he wasn't going to really be able to play cupid for Dieter (but it didn't stop him from trying) but I think by this point he saw Shinae's facade fully, and how similar it was to his. (I mean, I think he'd already seen this, but this was when it really resonated with him.)

Stalkyoo is really well written in which you can't tell at what point the characters themselves start to have feelings, because that's just the nature of feelings. We can't always pinpoint when we go from feeling friend-ish about someone to when we develop feelings, especially in the case of Nol and Shinae who have SO MUCH ELSE going on that feelings are the furthest thing from their minds. Instead, we see those building blocks, the foundations, the things that LEAD those feelings to grow from platonic to feeling something besides just friendship. It's all the little things! For Shinae, it's that someone was so determinedly persistent, something she hadn't really gotten from her other friends. But more than that, it was the way that Nol saw through her. It was the way Yeonggi evoked the kind of friend she wanted to be but was too afraid to be. It was the safety and security he provided her. 

For Nol, it was the way she always saw him, always picked up on those little details, always took concern. That night she ran into him after work, when she got worried he'd sat outside all evening because she was too harsh, she told herself not to care and yet... she couldn't. She had just drawn these boundaries, but she still had concern for him. Nol isn't used to that. I'm not saying this to shame Soushi and Dieter in any way, but we don't really see them reach out to him, and I think Dieter acknowledged this after Yujing drove away with Rand and unconscious Nol. Nol had just seen the eviction notice in her room, and yet she still buys him ointment and medicine out of worry for him with what little money she has. She took notice of his scuffed knuckles, of his cat scratches healing, asks how he’s handling things after seeing what they’re saying on the media. At the hospital she calls him out on that façade, expressing how much awful it makes her feel so how can he not? 

We get to see these little details culminate, and how that fosters the development of feelings. How can Shinae not be so drawn to this person who has helped her no matter the inconvenience it is to him, who sees through her and calls her out on her bullshit, who took care of her when she was so very vulnerable at the Kim formal? How can Nol not be so drawn to this person who sees him when others make him feel invisible, who makes him feel worthy of her concern and thoughts when so many others have made him feel like he doesn't matter?

It's the way Shinae disarms him and he finds himself unable to lie, revealing a little bit of the real him, admitting a tiny hint of what's going on that he isn't revealing. It's the way he literally inspires her to be a better friend, and to return the favor.

As a reader, the Kim formal and the following hospital scene really sell the plausibility of them through the parallels. We are shown that this early in their friendship, Nol is able to not only comfort Shinae in ways that reach her, but to anticipate her needs (intercepting her coat after Kousuke sends it away). It's not done to say that Kousuke is not a match for her as much as to illuminate why Nol is, to build out that foundation. During a harrowing night when Shinae is completely out of her element and, frankly, terrified, Nol is able to reach her, able to comfort her, and he provides that sense of protection, and in kind, it softens Shinae even more towards him, because now she can see just what a solid friend Nol is, to really take stock of the things he does for her. It also shows us the ways Shinae meets HIS needs in contrast to Alyssa. This is especially important because part of what really fosters Nol's eventual feelings for Shinae is that she sees him, that she feels concern for him, when everyone around him, including the person he's supposed to call his girlfriend, take him for granted.

Nol struggles SO MUCH with self worth and feeling that he matters, that he is anything but a burden (much like Shinae) but also he struggles with feeling that he even deserves this. But then Shinae comes in and gives him a taste of that, and now he can't help it. He opens up, little by little. Not a lot, but he lets her in, tiny bit by bit. She starts to matter. And we can see in episodes like 73, when Nol calls Shinae and they share the parallel pillow hugging phone call, 93 when he admits he can't stop himself from caring and she replaces his earbuds in his ear, 117 and 118 with the chickie nuggie hand holding and the shared earbuds just how Shinae became this person who brings Nol comfort, who has a morphine-effect on him. She becomes a safe space for him. Her comfort towards him fosters that feeling of seeking comfort in her.

At the end of the day, it ultimately is, I think, that they see each other - that they really see each other. Can Shinae see through Nol's facade? Not really - he still has so much that he's yet hidden away. But in a world when he's treated like he's invisible, when others don't reach out, when everyone takes takes takes without giving (and again I'm not faulting people because that's how Nol built these friendships; they weren't supposed to be real, until they accidentally were) she sees him and makes him feel like he matters. And likewise, he inspires her to be a better friend, to take chances with her heart. Ultimately she wouldn't be where she is without him, because while Dieter has also had a substantial role in how Shinae has grown, if not for Nol, she never even could have built that friendship with Dieter.

But also, to bring up my earlier point about that effortlessness, that chemistry has always existed between Nol and Shinae, and once she stopped being so suspicious of him and wary, once he brought her that comfort and security at the formal, we were able to see it more, and how they act on it. I never shut up about how Nol is unable to resist Shinae and it's TRUE. All the times that he tries to avoid her often end with him giving in, turning towards her, revealing something. And likewise she is SO drawn to him that when he starts to pull away, she starts to subconsciously act on that and chase after him, pull him back in. I think there's also something to be said about all the very flirty comments Nol makes towards her that he probably isn't even aware are very flirty - but she is picking up on it. It's that, yes, that attraction is there. Not that I think finding someone is handsome = attraction, but the way she's so embarrassed to voice it feels weighted. Also happening at the formal was that moment where Nol makes Shinae laugh and his eye goes wide - even though I don't think he identified it then, it was a significant moment, probably one that really fostered that attraction, that feeling of how pretty her smile is, ESPECIALLY as someone who had her thick thick walls and he hadn't seen her like that.

Honestly, the entirety of the Kim formal arc really sells the concept of Stalkyoo, despite Nol attending “with” his girlfriend. The parallels in their individual relationships with other significant people show just how compatible they are - Nol banking on a fan taking notice of famous girlfriend Alyssa to give Shinae an escape, that moment when Nol is sent away and Shinae calls out to him and he reaches out before the door closes and he loses the opportunity. It’s that tender moment of Nol doing her make up for her, helping her don her armor in order to blend in. It’s the way she goes straight to Nol after her uncomfortable dance with Kousuke, checking on him because she can tell something is off. They just NOTICE! They GET each other! 

It’s that moment at the bottom of the pool when Nol feels the opportunity to escape, to give in, to stay at the bottom of the pool because there is nothing up there for him - and then there is Shinae, unconscious. It’s Nol donning that uncomfortable mask to bring her to the surface, it’s him denying his ideation because maybe there is, in fact, something for him up there. It’s that Nol is still here because of Shinae. 

How can she not be so significant to him? How could he fight the development of those feelings when she literally is the reason he is still alive? 

IT'S JUST. IT'S ALL OF THAT AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH there's not really one point so much as all along the bricks in the foundation are being laid, the seeds are sown. The structure is going up, the seeds are sprouting. We see the results of that foundation as it fosters these feelings, as it takes these small but significant things and turns them into something grander, until one day Nol is taking comfort on her shoulder, feeling the most at peace he has in a long time, until one day Shinae is crying in the rain chasing after him in absolute desperate fear to not lose him to not lose this. There isn't one moment but, instead, a series of so many moments that build and grow and layer upon each other until one day they are dancing around feelings they weren't aware of until now.

And it's beautiful sobs.

And now that those seeds have sprouted, those feelings have been fostered, they make themselves known. It’s not only Yeonggi that Shinae is drawn to. Yes, that was initially the version of him she knew, who fostered those feelings, but even when he returns to her as Nol - so intense, so unlike Yeonggi - we see the attraction come forth. Rather than Yeonggi, it’s Nol who embodies those aspects of Rand that Shinae finds so attractive - the assertiveness, the intensity - and when Nol stands before her this way, she doesn’t balk. She doesn’t back away. In fact, it’s only when he makes this version of himself known that we start to see her getting flustered, that her heart starts pounding. It’s that intense gaze that she can’t hold, that causes her cheeks to actually flush. 

He tells her that his relationship with Alyssa is a shame, that she doesn’t mean anything to him, and it’s like all the boundaries have fallen away. The things she used to call him out on have fallen wayside - she offers him a dance. Though she’s always known that Nol and Kousuke don’t get along, she finally gets a glimpse at how bad it is, how much bad blood is between them. 

It’s the way she becomes a grounding rod who interrupts his panic, his anger, who brings him a moment of calm. 

In nearly losing him that night, Shinae’s feelings wake up even stronger than ever. She’s already nearly lost him, to nearly lose him this way, in a way that can never be undone... It’s understandable, why she’s keeping vigil. 

It’s both Nol and Shinae hating hospitals, finding them to be so uncomfortable, places they don’t want to stay in, but still standing by - Nol outside her door at Hirahara Memorial of all places, Shinae at his bedside waiting waiting waiting. It’s being in a place full of such horrible memories but finding refuge and comfort in each other. As precious at 219 is for Nol’s birthday party, for the flirtations, for the exchanged gazes - the moment Nol wakes up and his panic is quelled when he finds her dozing on the side of his bed is SO important to me. Those moments they share together before anyone else finds out he’s awake feels like the most real they’ve been with each other - no fronts, no masks. It’s them sitting in the place they’d rather never be again, comfortable because of each others’ presence, because of all those experiences before that have cultivated the ability to find comfort in each other. 

Security with each other. 

The foundation was laid out so beautifully. The seeds were sown and now we watch them sprout, hoping we’ll get a chance to see what comes of them, what grows in this space fostered by them. 

God I love them so much sobs 

[kurokrisps]

❤️💚💙 Come and GET SOME, Omni-Man! 🤍❤️

In light of this post. Actually been wanting to draw something like this for a while, but the recent confirmation just sort of gave me a boost! I had a lot of fun making this!

Here's the refs I used from pinterest:

Ref 1 (Blossom)

Ref 2 (Buttercup)

Ref 3 (Bubbles)

[popjunkie42]

The Thief and the Rake: Chapter Six

Chapter Six: You've Ruined My Life, By Not Being Mine

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Nesta has a secret of her own. The sisters get invited to meet the Grand Duchess Amarantha Beaumont, much to everyone's great regret.

Much thanks to @witch-and-her-witcher who read this twice and gave me many head pats.

This chapter definitely fought me a bit so I hope I wrangled it enough! I'm very excited to get to chapter seven for...reasons...

Snippet under the cut, thanks for all the comments and love <3

Carriage wheels clattered on cobblestones in front of Nesta, mud squelching from the rain-slicked streets.

The afternoon storm had abated just minutes ago. A stream of sunlight cut through the clouds and tall buildings and cast down, like a beacon, squarely on the sign in front of her - Dayton Publishing.

A little too on the nose, she thought.

The lady sighed, tapping her fingers against the sealed portfolio in her arms, that she had wrapped in a shawl to protect from the rain.

The city street moved around her like a stream around a stone – busy men in dark suits, street merchants hawking newspapers and umbrellas, carriages and horses coming and going in front of her.

“Marquis survivor of the French Revolution speaks out! Corn laws to cause more shortages in the city! Latest chapter of Lady Somerset’s Final Season! Only one penny for a paper!”

Nesta still wasn’t used to the sounds of the city, the constant clang and squawk and steady thrum of voices and bodies.

She would just have to cross the road - take a few quick steps through that door to shut out some of the noise. To say a few words and hand that manuscript to Mr. Helion Dayton, who she had been conversing with for several weeks over post.

As Mr. Nathaniel Archeron.

But standing there, so close, Nesta knew she would not walk through those doors today. Even if the last correspondence had included cautiously delighted praise of her first two chapters and a repeated invitation to visit between the hours of two and four o’clock any weekday besides Wednesdays.

Nesta wasn’t here for this. Her whole family was not here for this. And although there was nothing statedly improper about a lady sitting in her home and writing words of fiction, it did have a certain air of artistic and willful strength of mind that some might not see as wholly respectful for a well-bred lady of the ton. Someone, perhaps, like a Grand Duke.

To be truthful, Nesta had hardly spoken more than a few polite words to the man, enough to make sure he was of generally sound mind and not a raging brute or someone they couldn’t stand for ten minutes at dinner. So perhaps she was unfair in assigning him opinions about lady novelists and what they might do with the pages of a story that kept them up late into the night in a fervent and inspired escape from everyday drudgery.

No, Nesta had done her research - the Grand Duke Grayson Nolan was as without scandal as one could expect a rich aristocrat the age of twenty-six to be. He was bereft, as far as Nesta could tell, of any obvious mistresses or wanton gambling habits. He would be perfect for Elain, give her everything she could want, and Nesta would not stand in the way of that immaculate future.

Maybe next year. Maybe after Elain had married, and was settled into a home, then no one would care what a quiet old spinster wrote and shared with small publishing houses in London.

The slight reprieve from the smells and dust the rain had given to the city streets was quickly burning away under the spring sun now coming out from behind the clouds. The weather in London had fully turned, and the lovely blossoms and scent of green grass in Kensington Park were only a short respite from the steamy, foul smells of the city streets. A horse relieved itself on the street just in front of her. The sun tried its best to sparkle in the puddles on cobblestones that were quickly frothed with mud and excrement.

Nesta took it all in. The jolt of the city - so alive. Maybe the scents and sounds of it all made it more like a living, breathing magnificent beast than a city, its breath the steaming rain, its scales the cobblestone streets.

In the cottage, she had first started writing stories after London was just a foggy memory of a lost childhood. As a young girl, she certainly hadn’t been walking the lively streets like this. She hadn’t known that life could be this big, this vibrant, and now she doubted the fumbling, small stories she wrote under that dank cottage roof.

In her stories, written under moonlight with well-worn pen nibs and dull pencils, she had voiced the dreams she was too bitter to say aloud. Dreams of kind families and dashing knights. But as she grew older and life grew crueler, the stories changed. The heroines became more clever, more cunning. Tricking and fighting their way out of dangers themselves, more cautious in the help they accepted.

At least they offered a meager distraction from her hungry belly.

She was struck from her reverie as a hard shoulder knocked into her back, and Nesta stumbled off of the curb, the portfolio falling from her arms and into a particularly filthy puddle.

“Shit,” she yelled, the perpetrator already halfway down the street. Her gloves would need scrubbing but she grabbed the folder and yanked it just out of the way of an oncoming carriage.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Pulling the dirty glove off, Nesta unwound the string around the now sopping wet folder and pulled out her pages.

Flipping them over, she took a deep breath and assessed there was no damage. She had spent hours and too much on pen nibs to carefully parse out those handwritten pages.

“Do you need a hand?”

Nesta looked up into huge round blue eyes, glittering in the sun under bright copper hair, tightly pulled back into a bun.

“What?”

The young woman motioned to Nesta again with a lift of her chin, some sort of mirthful look in her face that made Nesta frown.

Looking down at herself, she understood. A dirty glove on the ground now beside her feet, the portfolio dripping mud onto her skirts, the papers clutched in a death grip in her other hand.

“I’m fine.”

The woman nodded. Seemingly content to watch her struggle.

“If you’re going to see Mr. Dayton, he’s quite fastidious. You might want to change and come back.”

“I’m not going to see Mr. Dayton.”

Again, the woman regarded her with that strange stillness. While the bustle of the city hummed around her. The woman’s skin was pale with warm freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Her lip upturned into the smallest smirk.

“Oh, so you’re just standing here staring at a publishing house, with a manuscript in your hand, not going in?”

“Precisely.”

A full smile. Nesta gritted her teeth.

“All right then. Have a good afternoon Miss…?”

Nesta kept her mouth shut, clutching her pages tight to her chest.

The copper-haired woman scoffed. Nesta watched as she deftly skipped around puddles across the street, opening the door to Dayton Publishing and disappearing inside.

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[chiefdirector]

Beginning | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act One | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24

Despite being in this room for what felt like a thousand times, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel uneasy. The put in the bottom of her stomach grew and grew until it felt like a black hole of nervousness. It took all of her might to stay still in her seat, trying to look composed. Now was not the time to show weakness.

Seemingly reading her mind, Tim leaned across, taking one of her hands in his, stopping her from fiddling with her wedding band once more. It was a habit she had meant to break a thousand times but she had never seemed to crack it.

The conversation from the night before spun through her mind. She had lost so much to this, something priceless, (Y/N) didn't know if she could lose any more. She had gotten her life back, she fought like hell to get some semblance of peace for the last two years. Her karma had come, and now it could leave her again.

Those two years she spent longing for her life back, for her husband back, she hadn't realised just how much she missed everything else. Angela and her awful jokes, the way Grey always knew what to say to her. She missed her neighbours and the cookies they brought over when they baked too much. She got it all back.

There were things that were lost forever. Her rapport with Captain Anderson, the woman who inspired her more than anything; she never got to say goodbye to her. If she ever saw Bishop again she wouldn't know what to say, (Y/N) didn't even know if Talia was aware that she was alive.

But there were also things she had gained that she never had before. Harper, Nolan, Chen. The three of them had bonded quickly over various topics. Harper knew what it was like to come back from undercover work, how hard the adjustment was. Nolan's empathy and understanding provided comfort she struggled to get anywhere else.

And with Chen, the two talked about Tim; it was nice to know that he was okay when she was gone. He never really opened up about their time apart but Lucy had provided him with support. (Y/N) was forever grateful. But she was also determined; determined to never lose again.

Her thoughts were so consumed with what she had and what she was putting up at stake, she barely noticed that Grey had begun to give out the initial assignments. Lopez and West were going to go over the initial case file, to see if there was anymore influence from Rosalind that could have been missed. Harper and Nolan were going to go to the Central California Women's Correctional Facility to question the Warden about Dyer's communications and habits. She just about caught Grey giving out her own assignment "...and Detective Bradford is going to go see Kade Sullivan. If our theory is correct, and Sullivan is involved somehow, he will want to seek her out. Tim, you go with her as a lookout only."

"What? No!" Tim protested, horrified at the idea of leaving (Y/N) alone with someone who could have potentially caused her so much grief and torment. "I'm going with her."

"Be happy I've put you on surveillance. I can easily have you and Harper switch assignments." Grey rebutted. "You are not to get involved unless Detectie Bradford explicitly asks for it. Is that understood?"

Tim pursed his lips in frustration. He trusted (Y/N) with every fibre of his being but he couldn't stand the idea of this going wrong. The thing is, he didn't trust himself not to get involved if he saw things going downhill. Gritting his teeth, he responded. "Send Harper."

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Where there once stood a dingy and rundown house, stood a home that had received thousands of dollars of TLC. Rotting wood had been replaced, foundations rebuilt, dead plants now blossoming. There was no indication that this house had been in disrepair, bordering on inhabitable.

(Y/N) turned her head, eyes settling on the car Harper was in down the street, reassuring herself that she was no longer alone in this game. Her heart rushed at the realisation truly settled in, seeing Sullivan again would fully put her as well as every other officer at the Mid-Wilshire precinct into a battle of survival, one where there could only be one winner.

She knocked three times before taking a step back. She stood tall, hoping that her stance showed confidence and unwavering determination, things she was definitely not feeling right now. Still she took a deep breath, unclenched her jaw and waited.

She did not have to wait for long though, it was less than a minute before the door swung open on, showing her former case worker staring at her, unmoving, unblinking. His jaw was slightly lowered, the only movement he had was a slight twitch in his right hand.

(Y/N) swallowed her nervousness down, "Sullivan, can I come in?"

"You were missing." Sullivan seemingly snapped back to life. He stuck his head out of the house, looking up and down the street for any visible observers before moving to let (Y/N) into the house as he continued to speak. "Come in, come in."

"I'm not here for a social call."

He moved into the kitchen, offering (Y/N) a cup of tea. He pottered around, trying not to seem as shaken as his initial reaction. "You were never the type anyway. But what are you doing here, last I heard was that you had fallen off the grid. No trace, nothing. Did you not think how worried I would be, and what about that husband of yours?"

"He's not important." (Y/N) lied, going over the story her and Harper had agreed for her to tell. She knew that Harper was listening in over her wire but she still hated the way it felt to lie about Tim. "He's moved on. Probably staying with me out of pity; I made my peace with that."

"Then why are you here," Sullivan passed (Y/N) a cup of tea, "I mean, don't get me wrong I'm thrilled that you are okay. I was so worried but you wouldn't be here if you thought that everything was going fine."

She placed the mug down without a sip, her hand slipping over the edge of the counter as she did so. "I recently got Regina Diaz arrested. She's awaiting trial; no way she's getting off easy. I just came by to say I was okay, I'm no longer in danger."

"That's good, I'm glad."

"Me too." (Y/N) looked round the room. There wasn't a single inkling that someone lived here full time, the only mess was from the drinks Sullivan just made, the rest was immaculate. Nothing was out of place, as was what she had seen of the rest of the house. "I best be off. I don't need to keep you only longer. It was good to see you."

Sullivan held his hand out for (Y/N) to shake. "You too. Let me see you out."

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(Y/N) looked at the road ahead as Nyla drove back to the station. With the bug (Y/N) planted in the kitchen, the transmission would already be recording, they just had to hope that it would pick up any conversations Sullivan had, enough for a warrant.

As the city passed her by, she could feel Nyla passing a glance at her every so often. Her gaze was heavy, she could feel it pressing down on her. Eventually, (Y/N) had had enough of the silence. "You know you can just say it."

"It isn't true." Nyla softly said, considering each word as she spoke. "What you said before. He didn't stay out of pity. I hope you know that."

"Yeah, I do, but..." (Y/N) shook her head, stopping herself.

Nyla pulled the car over, parking at before turning to look at (Y/N), giving the detective her full attention. "But what?"

"Sometimes I think it would just be easier if he had moved on. I've dragged you all into my mess."

"This isn't your fault. And I can't speak for everyone else, but you didn't drag me into anything." Nyla sighed, she didn't often provide comfort, it wasn't something she excelled at but she could relate. She knew how (Y/N) felt. "Look, I haven't known you as long as some of the others, but you aren't but you aren't a lost cause, and you gotta stop this self-doubt thing you got going on. You're stuck in the past and I get that but you have a family at that station a family willing to fight this with you. Let them, let us help."

(Y/N) closed her eyes, blinking away the small tears that had formed at Nyla's words. Silently, she nodded at the woman, letting her know that she was okay. "Thank you."

"Now, I mean this in the nicest way possible. Get a grip, we have a job to do."

(Y/N) hummed. "Let's go."

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[theflyindutchwoman]

You did good work today. I've been told that it's important for a supervisor to give praise. Oh. Well, thank you. What else do you appreciate about me? That you know when not to push your luck.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 4.02 - Five Minutes

These two and their pranks… This is something that started as a way for Lucy to get back at Tim for his tests, and has now blossomed into a love language between them… Into a little tradition of theirs : baby powder to celebrate her graduation to P2, booties to celebrate his promotion to Sergeant… At least, it's less messy this time!

The fact that only Lucy's mischievous smirk gives us a hint that something is afoot when Nolan brings out that Tim is now technically a rookie Sergeant is excellent. It makes the final reveal that much sweeter. Tim is looking so proud in the locker room, holding his new uniform, happy to be moving on with his career, even smiling… until he unlocks the door. The way his face falls once he sees all the baby boots and the sign… He looks already so done and annoyed. The only thing missing in this is Lucy witnessing his reaction… So having a follow-up at the end of the episode is perfect.

And that second scene just enhances the whole prank. It's full of flirting / bickering. Starting with Lucy tiptoeing her way back to his locker with more booties, before being busted… Or Tim trying his hardest to look stern despite the glimpse of a smile peeking through and giving him away… His dorky thumbs up, his discomfort at giving her a compliment and Lucy's face of disbelief, as if she's two seconds away from asking him if he's feeling alright… Tim admitting he was forced by Grey to 'give praise' more often, as if he's personally offended by the suggestion… Or Lucy immediately taking advantage of this and asking for more… This is them. Simple as that. She's being playful while he's pretending to be grumpy. The whole exchange comes off as completely good-natured, especially since he complimented her recently, when he was comparing Barnes to her or after her undercover op. And the second she is out of his sight, he can't help but smile and laugh… His little head shake at the end has such a 'she's driving me crazy but I love her' vibe. And her prank was flawless : it was a good way to get back at him for all the times he called her 'boots' and to celebrate his promotion in a fun manner that she knew would both irk and amuse him. She really took the time and made the effort to do this for him (not to mention the amount of money she must have spent). It also concluded beautifully this arc : Tim started his journey to become a sergeant with her. After the audiobooks, the turned-down promotion, they can now add the booties.

But this serves another purpose as well : with all the changes that went through since they stopped riding together, their dynamic needed to be reestablished. They barely interacted after her last day as a rookie, both being busy with their own lives… And then, there were those sizzling moments at Angela's ill-fated wedding and at Tim's place… Jackson's death… A three-month time-jump. A lot of things had changed so we needed to see where they were standing after all of this. They may not be there yet, still not completely fully aware of the implications of what may have happened or denying it… But their relationship is as strong as ever and they both are ready to fully embrace their friendship without the constraints of their former mentorship.

[dreammakcr]

( most wanted ships! warning - this is an extensive list )

bellatrix black/tom riddle

george weasley/hermione granger

george weasley/angelina johnson

ginny weasely/draco malfoy

ginny weasley/harry potter

hermione granger/ron weasley

hermione granger/draco malfoy

lily evans/james potter

lily evans/remus lupin

narcissa black/lucius malfoy

neville longbottom/hannah abbot

neville longbottom/luna lovegood

rose weasley/teddy lupin

rose weasley/scorpius malfoy

alice cullen/jasper hale

alice cullen/bella swan

bella swan/edward cullen

carlisle cullen/esme cullen

charlie swan/sue clearwater

emmett cullen/rosalie hale

katrina denali/garrett

tanya denali/edward cullen

winona uley/renesmee cullen

alicent hightower/rhaenyra targaryen

sansa stark/theon greyjoy

myrcella baratheon/robb stark

adam auradon/belle

amelia thermopolis/nicholas devereaux

anastasia romanov/dimitri

ariel triton/eric

charlotte la bouff/tiana

flynn ryder/rapunzel

jasmine shah/aladdin

kim possible/shego

kim possible/ron stopable

megara/hercules

tiana maladonia/naveen

amarantha/tamlin

azriel/elain archeron

azriel/gwyneth berdara

cassian/nesta archeron

feyre archeron/tamlin

feyre archeron/rhysand

lucien vanserra/elain archeron

morrigan/emerie

blossom sungaze/nyx

tamlin sungaze/elain archeron

anne boleyn/catherine of aragon

anne boleyn/katherine howard

katherine howard/thomas culpeper

elphaba thropp/glinda upland

elphaba thropp/fiyero tigelaar

maureen johnson/joanne jefferson

mimi marquez/roger davis

dean winchester/jo harvelle

mary winchester/john winchester

aphrodite/ares

hades/persephone

bruce wayne/selina kyle

clark kent/lois lane

diana prince/bruce wayne

diana prince/steve trevor

harleen quinzel/pamela isley

phoebe halliwell/coop

phoebe halliwell/cole

piper halliwell/leo wyatt

inuyasha/kagome

mamoru chiba/usagi tsukino

amy santiago/jake peralta

bo dennis/dyson thornwood 

bo dennis/lauren lewis

david nolan/mary margaret blanchard

hale santiago/kenzi malikov

olivia benson/elliot stabler

regina mills/robin hood

veronica mars/logan echolls

elizabeth bennett/mr. darcy

elle woods/emmett forest

elle woods/vivian kensington

ian o'shea/wanderer

alessandra stathos/kallias

cardan greenbriar/jude duarte

elizabeth comstock/booker dewitt

karlach cliffgate/wyll ravengard

lou le blanc/reid diggory

wrath/emilia di carlo

[bullet-prooflove]

Blood: Nolan Price x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

It takes a long time for Nolan to wash the blood off his hands, for the water in the sink to run clear instead of red. Everytime he blinks he sees those people in the subway, the wounded, the dying, the dead. He hears the crying, the screaming and then he hears the silence, the one that seemed to emit from the train as he’d stepped onto it. He can still taste the copper on his tongue, it swills around his mouth as he raises his eyes to the mirror. There’s burgundy on his shirt, it blossoms across the fabric, staining it irreparably.

He's still shaking when you enter the bathroom, there’s a tremor deep down inside of his bones that seems to vibrate through his entire form. He clenches his fists trying to hide it but he knows that doesn’t work with you, that you see every single part of him.

“Nolan,” You say softly and he inclines his head towards you, his lips clamped firmly together.

You’re still wearing your bulletproof vest and he’s glad for that because if that son of a bitch is still down here somewhere, he doesn’t want you to become another one of his victims. Your hand comes to rest upon his shoulder, thumb ghosting over that tense spot between his shoulder blades, the one where he carries his stress. He opens his mouth to speak but the words they just catch in his throat.

His forehead comes to rest on yours instead, his thumbs ghosting over your cheeks as he closes his eyes and takes a breath. It doesn’t matter that the two of you are more off, than on, that a couple of weeks ago you decided to go your separate ways for what feels like the thousandth time. He just needs you right now, to be in your presence, to feel your comfort because he saw something horrific today and he’s struggling to reconcile with it.

“I’m sorry, you had to see that.” You whisper as he looks into your eyes. “Christ Nolan, I’m just glad you’re ok. ”

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[docgold13]

Profiles in Villainy

HIM

The devilish presence known only as HIM is a demonic entity who has set his twisted sights on tormenting the heroic Powerpuff Girls.  Although HIM possesses vast supernatural powers, he prefers psychological tactics and has endeavored to coerce and manipulate others into doing his sinister bidding.  

HIM is aware of the tremendous good that Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup have brought about and his goal has been to somehow drive the sisters apart and put an end to this goodness.  This has involved such devious plots as possessing Bubble’s favorite stuffed animal, tempting Buttercup toward the path of villainy, and trying to cajole the sisters into questioning Blossom’s qualities as a leader.  Fortunately, all of these efforts have proven ineffective and the heroines have been able to resist HIM’s devilish powers.

The villain has been voiced by actors Tom Kane and Nolan North.  HIM first appeared in the Powderpuff Girls episode, ‘Octi Evil,’ airing on December 2nd, 1998.

[astars-things]

“I can't imagine my life without you."

Pairing Nolan Moyle x reader 

“God...you're breathtaking," Nolan whispered as he gazed deeply into my eyes. We were walking hand in hand down a path lined with fragrant cherry blossom trees, their petals falling softly around us.

 It was a warm spring evening, and the sun was setting in a spectacular display of oranges, pinks, and purples. It was like something out of a movie.

"I love everything about you," he continued, squeezing my hand gently. "Your smile, your laugh, the way you make me feel...I can't imagine my life without you."

My heart swelled with emotion as he spoke, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. We had been together for a few years now, and although we had talked about getting married someday, I had no idea that he had anything like this planned.

We reached a clearing at the end of the path, and Nolan stopped and turned to face me. He got down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. My breath caught in my throat as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Tears streamed down my face as I nodded frantically, unable to speak. He slipped the ring onto my finger, and we embraced tightly, laughing and crying with joy.

It was the most romantic moment of my life, and I knew that I would never forget it. We walked back down the path, arm in arm, planning our future together and basking in the glow of our love.

[rebelangelsims]

Wanted to try @blossom-sims Elemental Legacy Challenge!

So meet Aspen Nolan gen 1 and founder of the Element Legacy Challenge, you can find the rules for the challenge here go give her some love.

Traits: Ambitious, Frugal, Natural Cook, Snob, Workaholic LTW: World Renowned Surgeon

I'm excited to play this challenge! also let's ignore that she quite similar to Marina I totally didn't use Marina and a another sim to make her nope not at all 😅

[my-shields-are-down]

WHY I THINK ROSALIND IS STILL ALIVE

The Rookie episodes follow the standard seasonal arc trope of what was started in episode 1, will be resolved in Episode 21. What were the topics of Episode 1?

Chenford

Nolan and the stupid golden ticket and becoming a training officer

Rosalind’s escape

So then each topic would need to be addressed during the season and resolved by the end, right?

The first third of the season (1-7) - NOLAN was the focus of the season and him learning and reacting to the dynamic of being a TO. I love Celina , because she is forcing Nolan to learn and adapt - much Ike Talia did because their backgrounds and motivations are so vastly different than his. And she pushes back on his smug, condescending, know-it-all-ness.

The second third of the season (8-15)- LUCY has been the focus and we’ve seen and are seeing her find confidence and strength within herself via her blossoming relationship with Tim.

In 5x1, Chenford, they are in massive denial about their feelings and attraction to one another - and have their 2nd kiss because of, and ultimately hook up blocked by Rosalind. Plus I love yous and possibly, possibly a proposal. Depends on Rosalind.

That would mean, by season’s end, they should be open and honest with their feelings with each other, in a committed relationship that everyone knows about and finally vanquishing Rosalind once and for all is the last real hurdle to them being together.

The final third (16-end) is about the capturing and ultimate killing of ROSALIND .

I never believed she actually died. Her death was too easy. I think she has a twin. You all can laugh at me, I don’t care. If Lucy + Tim can have unrelated doppelgängers who are lovers? Then, fuck yeah, Rosalind can have a Twin who she sacrificed to secure her freedom and give her time to plot. I don’t think it was an accident that Rosalind’s disguise was of Ashley, or that the Tim in time was in darker blood on the wall.

We had a conversation about EVIL today and whether a person is themselves inherently evil or a person does evil things - a third of the cast had opinions! Plus, there was a Priest in this episode- and Catholic Priests do exorcisms to battle evil. (Altho I hope Damian isn’t involved in any way with Rosalind)

Oscar. I love Oscar. He is a sociopath - EVIL personified, and every time he shows up, very bad things start happening to the people in our show,

Chris returns. Yes, this could be innocent and unrelated. But he’s always seemed off to me. He’s never fully clicked with Lucy. He’s got a nasty/mean streak to him. Hello ? He treated her like crap when she got upset about him singing that song. If he really did watch the video multiple times, that means he watched Lucy DIE multiple times. That’s heartless. And like Voldie he never seemed to care about Who Lucy actually was or help with her trauma.

Plus, the timing of his bleeding out has always bothered me. That UC op was need to know, so how did Rosalind KNOW to leave Chris on her sofa at that exact time. The only person Lucy told was Tamara. (I’m assuming everyone in the precinct is not linked to Rosalind ), so Rosalind had to have cloned Tam’s phone. (Chris and Austin had best chances to do that).

Thought of another one. Chris was picked up at night by Rosalind. A) how the hell did she know that he would need a ride and what time he would need to be picked up? B) What happened between the late night hour of his pick up and when the next morning he was placed in her apartment, like 8 hours later? Was he drugged? Held hostage? There was no mention of torture? I HAVE QUESTIONS! Seems like a very big ball for our detectives to drop.

Nolan publicly took credit for saving Lucy.

We are seeing Lucy really come into herself this season. So having a showdown with Rosalind would be in line with that.

I think the final coda will be Lucy + Nolan + Rosalind in some kind of final showdown.

Oh, hello. Melissa even said the audience said we’d see what’s coming and I believe that starts with Oscar and that smell Lucy deals with next week.

Cannot wait! Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[kmomof4]

A Very Disney Proposal A Birthday Fic for winterbaby89

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAURA!!!!!

Today is the birthday of one of my besties, @winterbaby89​!!! To celebrate, I've written her this little fic full of fluffy sweetness that will hopefully put a smile on her face!! I love you so much, my friend, and I hope you love this as much as I love you!!! 😘🥳❤️

All the love and thanks to @jrob64​ for her beta expertise, @hollyethecurious​ for her support and advice, and to @motherkatereloyshipper​ for her manips of the couples I used in the artwork!

Summary: Killian Jones and David Nolan propose to their girlfriends while they are at work as Disney princesses in Walt Disney World.

Rating: G

Words: Almost 2600

Tags: Birthday Fic, Fluff, Walt Disney World, Disney Princesses, Marriage Proposal

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Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

“Granny? Are you here?” Killian Jones called as he and his best friend David entered the costuming and makeup area behind the scenes of Walt Disney World Magic Kingdom.

“In here, Killian,” she called back.

Killian looked behind him and opened the door wider for David to come through. They both looked around, dumbfounded, at all the costumes lining the walls. They were separated by character and there were multiple reproductions of each costume, he assumed in different sizes, as well as the different costumes for each character in their respective movies.

Killian’s gaze zeroed in on the Cinderella section and saw not only the princess gown everyone was familiar with for the character, but also Cinderella’s night dress, her servants attire, the torn up ball gown, as well as her wedding dress. A smile blossomed on his face as he thought of his Swan dressed up in the variety of costumes he saw. He’d never forget when Emma had come to him so excited to finally be cast as a Disney Princess. She loved working at Disney World, but it was her dream to be a Disney Princess and greet all the guests, especially the little girls who visited wearing their own Princess gowns.

He turned back to David who had a similar look on his face as he looked at the Snow White section.

“Come on, mate,” Killian said, drawing David out of his reverie. “They’re waiting for us.”

David came back to himself with a shake of his head and a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry. I was just imagining Mary Margaret in some of those costumes.”

Killian grinned and placed his hand on David’s shoulder. “I was envisioning Emma, as well,” he assured his friend. They turned and made their way into the next room to see Granny still laying out the costumes for their ladies' respective Prince Charmings. Cinderella’s prince for Killian and Snow White’s for David.

“Come on, Ruby,” Granny called. “They’re here.”

Ruby, Granny’s assistant and granddaughter, came in from the makeup room followed closely by Prince Adam, from Beauty and the Beast. Ruby smirked as ‘Adam’ passed her with a slight upturn of his lips and nod of greeting to the two men. Killian heard a muffled slap of a hand on fabric and Ruby’s innocent then wolfish smirk at the man’s surprised expression when he turned back to look at her, told Killian she must have slapped him on the butt. The prince moved into her space and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll see you later, Ruby,” he said.

“Bye, Graham,” she purred before turning her attention to Killian and David. “Y’all ready?” she asked. At Killian’s nod, she wrapped her arm around his and ushered him into her makeup chair. It only took a few minutes for her to have his hair combed into place and just a touch of makeup so he wouldn’t be washed out under the lights. “This is such a fantastic idea, Killian,” Ruby commented as she ushered him back out into the costuming area where David was snapping his cape into place before donning the plumed hat of Snow White’s prince. “I’m sorry it took so long to be approved and about all the hoops you had to jump through to get it to happen.” She ran her hand along his clean shaven face and scowled. “Emma’s hardly gonna recognize you without your scruff. And she’s gonna blame me for it.”

Killian laughed good naturedly. “It’s worth it, Ruby. Prince Charming getting to propose to Cinderella? In front of all the guests? This is a once in a lifetime thing. And no, she is not going to blame you for the lack of facial hair,” he assured his friend. “If I’m going to play the part, even for an hour, I have to look it. It’ll grow back in a couple of days. And besides, she’ll love the ring too much to notice. I hope.” He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Nestled inside was a gorgeous ring with a dark blue topaz center stone in a diamond frame. The diamond lined split shank on either side of the stone framed smaller blue topazes. Ruby caught her breath.

“She’ll love it,” she declared, nodding. “Let me see yours, Charming.”

David pulled his own small box out of his pocket and opened it up revealing a beautiful ring with a round peridot stone settled on a white gold band.

“This belonged to my mother,” he said, looking down at it with a soft smile. “She always said True Love followed this ring.” He looked back up at them. “And she was right. Mary Margaret is my True Love.”

Ruby smiled as she led David into the other room. Killian picked up the costume laid out for him and grimaced. The high neck of the costume he was to wear was the only drawback to this whole elaborate scheme. But as he said to Ruby, it was worth it. Granny smirked at him as he scowled at the offensive article.

“Come on, Killian. You can endure it for one hour.” She handed him the costume and patted him on the back as he turned toward the dressing room.

Twenty minutes later, Granny and Ruby were escorting him and David from the costuming area behind the scenes to the Princess Fairytale Hall in Fantasyland, where Emma and Mary Margaret were about an hour away from the end of their time greeting guests as Cinderella and Snow White. The ladies were on either side of the hall, so once the group got to the branch where they’d have to split to surprise their respective girlfriends, Granny took Killian left and Ruby took David right.

Granny cracked open the door to the hall and character greeting area to watch for the current guests to leave. The plan was to surprise ‘Cinderella’ before the next guests arrived.

~*~*~

Emma Swan waved goodbye to the family from Missouri and turned towards the other side of the hall. She saw Mary Margaret bidding farewell to her guests, who were now heading her way. Suddenly the door to backstage opened and Cinderella’s Prince Charming stepped through. It took her a moment, but her eyes widened when she recognized her boyfriend, Killian. Her jaw dropped, but she quickly snapped it shut and schooled her features as he approached her, his gloved hand held out to her.

“Hello, Cinderella,” he said, sinking to one knee before her. Her mouth fell open again and she quickly covered it with her hand. She noticed the couple stopping on the edge of the rug marking her space and the young woman recording on her phone. Emma’s eyes darted over to where Mary Margaret stood in a similar posture as herself, as her own Prince knelt before her.

Emma’s eyes caught Killian’s, where she saw a mixture of love, hope, roguish mischief, and trepidation swirling in their blue depths. Tears filled her own eyes when he pulled a small box out of his trousers pocket and opened it.

“Cinderella,” he began, his eyes twinkling, “The instant I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. I will never forget the first moment I saw you. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, looking around, trying to find the entrance to the grand hall where the royal ball was being held. I was truly captivated and everything faded away around me except you. I approached you and asked if you would dance with me, which you graciously accepted, having no idea who I truly was.”

Emma gasped out a sob as she thought back to when she had met Killian- crashing into him in the dining hall on campus at UCF, not recognizing the captain of the soccer team.

Killian continued. “You stole my heart that night and when I lost you, I was determined to find you again. I knew I could not live without you. Then when I did find you, my joy knew no bounds. In the last year we have been together, everything I sensed about you that first time we met has been confirmed many times over. You are strong- stronger than anyone I have ever known. You are loving and you have loved this man for who he is, not for his image. You are kind, so kind to the people of our kingdom.” He looked around at the people gathered, waiting for their chance to meet Snow White and Cinderella, before looking back at her again. “You are generous, giving of yourself so freely to me, your loved ones, and our kingdom. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met and I love you with everything that is in me. Would you do me the greatest honor and become my wife, my Princess, my Queen?”

Emma couldn’t speak as she searched his eyes. Yes, she loved Killian Jones and she’d certainly agree to marry him- they’d already talked about marrying after they both graduated in the spring- but this was Prince Charming proposing to Cinderella. And of course Cinderella would agree to marry Prince Charming.

She caught her breath and held her gloved hand out to him as she nodded with a jerking motion that she hoped didn’t betray the turmoil of her thoughts.

“Yes, my prince,” she breathed, her eyes again filling with tears. She could only guess that Killian, or maybe David, had concocted this ridiculous scheme to propose to their ladies at work as Disney princesses, and thus had to dress up as their respective princes in order to do it. “I will happily marry you!”

Killian drew her glove down her arm and removed it before taking the ring out of the box and placing it on her finger. It was breathtaking and Emma released a gasping sob as she gazed at it. Killian rose to his feet and gathered her in his arms for a brief and tender kiss. He placed his forehead on hers and spoke in a whisper.

“Are you alright there, Swan?”

“Shhh, you know we can’t break character,” she admonished him.

“They’re far enough away, they can’t hear us,” he assured her.

“Whose idea was this? Do you mean this? For us? Really?”

Killian grinned at her. “It was mine, and yes, I do, Swan. I love you and I know you love me. I thought this would make a great tale for our grandchildren.”

Emma barked out a laughing sob. “Yes, I’d certainly agree with that.” She pulled back and turned to the guests who were still waiting. Over on the other side of the hall, Mary Margaret and David were already greeting their next guests.

The young woman who had been recording them squealed loudly as she approached. “I got to watch Prince Charming propose to Cinderella! May I see the ring?”

Emma felt her cheeks flush as she held out her hand to show her. The woman let out a louder squeal and asked if she could take a picture of Cinderella and her Prince showing off the ring.

“Of course, milady,” Emma said, with a proper curtsy. She rose and Killian wrapped his arm around her waist and held her hand to show off the beautiful ring to its best advantage.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” she breathed. “Congratulations, Your Highness.” Emma spotted a ring on her finger and reached out for her.

“I see you have one yourself, milady.”

The woman blushed and looked adoringly at the man at her side. “Yes. We’re getting married in July.”

“Congratulations are certainly in order then,” Killian said before getting the attention of the Disney photographer. “Can you take a picture with the four of us together?”

“Of course, Your Highness. Get in close, everyone, that’s it. One, two, three.” He captured the image, then changed the angle of the camera and took a few more.

“Thank you so much, Your Highness,” the young woman murmured as she hugged Emma tightly. “I’m so excited I got to witness this! It’s made this whole trip!”

“I am so glad,” Emma assured her. After both she and Killian signed their autograph book, the couple walked away, briefly stopping by Granny before they left the room. Emma wondered why Granny was talking to them but then remembered the young woman had recorded the proposal. She had no doubt Granny was asking for the video to be forwarded to her so Emma and Killian would be able to see it. She could only hope someone had done the same for Mary Margaret and David.

Before she knew it, the last hour of her shift had flown by. Killian had handled the guests like a champ, staying in character and answering questions. He even got down on one knee again when a little four year old girl dressed up as Cinderella, who’d been further down the line during his proposal, asked if she could have a picture with just him since she was Cinderella, too. Emma’s heart fluttered and tears filled her eyes as he knelt next to the girl and held her close, bright smiles on both of their faces as the photographer took several shots. He’ll make such a great dad someday, Emma thought as she joined the pair for a few pictures of the three of them together. She didn’t bother putting her glove back on, as word of the dual proposal had made its way down the line of guests and everyone wanted to see her ring. Once the shift was over, Emma and Killian waved goodbye to the guests and promised Cinderella would be back in about ten minutes. Of course, it wouldn’t be Emma that returned, but one of the other Disney employees.

As soon as they were backstage, Emma and Mary Margaret ran to one another to compare rings and stories. Killian and David’s grins nearly split their faces in two as their eyes met over their ladies oohing and ahhing over their beautiful rings. Ruby and Granny offered their congratulations as well.

“How did you do this?” Mary Margaret asked David. Killian blushed and scratched behind his ear as David related the tale.

“It was Killian’s idea,” he told his fiancèe. “After Emma was assigned as Cinderella last summer, he got the idea of proposing to her while she was on duty.” David shrugged sheepishly and cut his eyes toward his best friend. “Then I asked if I could join him. He wrote the General Manager of the park, outlining his proposal. He knew the chances were next to nothing, but figured he had nothing to lose by asking. So imagine our surprise when he received a letter back two months later with a whole list of requirements we’d need to meet in order to be given approval. It was a no-brainer.”

Emma ran her palm along Killian’s clean shaven face with a slight pout. “And I guess shaving was one of the requirements?”

“It was, Swan. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “But now that this is done, it’ll grow back in just a few days.”

“Good.” She drew him down to her lips and kissed him with all the love in her heart. “I love you, Killian Jones, and I can’t wait to be yours forever.”

Killian grinned and held her close, looking around at the loved ones surrounding them. “Me neither, Love. Me neither.”

The End

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Thank you for reading and sharing! Happy birthday, Laura! I love you and hope you have a wonderful day!

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Last week was a massive posting week. I fulfilled a lot of asks and completed a bunch of bingo squares.

So for anyone who was busy or hasn't had a chance to catch up. Here's the list of what went out last week:

Chicago Med:

2am - Connor receives a call from you at 2am.

Fuck & Run - It takes Crockett a minute to realise something's going on.

Stars Fall - Sam and you watch the stars fall.

CSI Vegas:

Marked - You leave your mark on Josh.

FBI:

Paint (NSFW) - You help Omar relax in a unique way.

FBI: International:

Berlin - You haven't been back to Berlin since it happened.

When in Rome - Scott kisses you for the first time in a hotel in Rome.

Bliss (NSFW) - Companion piece to When in Rome - Scott and you spend the night together.

Grimm:

Say It Again (NSFW) - Sean knows you need to hear it.

Spark - Sean only feels it when he's with you.

Law & Order:

A Simple Man (NSFW) - Cyrus is a simple man at heart.

Lifetime - There's no future for you and Nolan but that doesn't stop you loving each other.

Call Out (NSFW) - Jalen and you get interrupted at 4am.

Sobriety - Vince turns to you in his time of need.

Law & Order SVU:

Rough - Joe needs more from you after an undercover op.

Armour - Terry struggles with vulnerability.

Mayans:

LA Series Part One: Relax - Manny takes some time to relax with you when he gets to LA.

Blossom (NSFW) - Riz and you show a friend a good time.

NCIS:

What You Like (NSFW) - Nick remembers exactly what you like.

NCIS: LA:

Fair - Nik knows he's put you in an unfair position.

Choices Part Three: The Agency - Nik makes a decison about a life with you and the CIA.

Numb3rs:

Right There With You - Ian notices a tremour in your hand.

The Rookie:

The One - Tim has always known you were the one.

Sunshine & Daffodils - Wade loves the scent on you on his pillows.

SWAT:

Alive  (NSFW) - You make Rocker feel alive.

Selfish - Sanchez knows he’s a selfish man.

Top Gun: Maverick:

Germany (NSFW) - Companion piece to Duty & Communication - You give Beau a send off he won't forget.

Break (NSFW) - Beau worries that you'll burn out if you don't take a break.

Triple Frontier:

Intentional - Benny suffers from an O.D.

The Umbrella Academy:

With You (NSFW) - Diego recalls the moment he first fell in love.

White Collar:

Dysfunctional - This thing between the two of you works because it's dysfunctional.

[oldestenemy]

The first time it truly feels good is when they see the cracks forming on one of the drake eggs Penny had rescued from the Marleybone Museum. Sabrina and Ceren had been flooding the trio of eggs with life magic for weeks, as their exterior slowly but surely became more shell than stone.

And then the first one began to hatch.

When the shell broke apart, it was in Artur Gryphonbane’s hands. He had wanted to see the babie after all, everyone agreed he would be allowed to let the first hatchling imprint on him. Sure enough, it rolled out of the shell with brilliant amethyst scales, coughing out sparks of lightning that the wizard knew might one day put the Catalan to shame.

The victories keep coming after that.

The Life tree—to no ones surprise—is the first to shoot up out of the dirt in its new garden plot. Its branches are thin and spindly, but it is beginning to blossom with pink and white flowers that fill the whole center of the grounds with sweetness.

Front and center against its smooth bark, a face is beginning to form. It isn’t quite there yet. But it’s something. It’s hope.

The ruined classrooms have been fully excavated, and the rebuilding process is well underway beneath Regina’s watchful eye. Many of the remaining ghosts have offered to assist however they can, usually by way of unlocking gates that have blocked off collections of knowledge crystals since the war. The Milos in the Athenum is always delighted to receive them, and promises to keep the library well sorted as they continue to flow in.

The wizard spends most days awake from dawn until well past midnight. It’s harder to tell in Dragonspyre of course, but their connection with the Celestial Calendar seems to have given them a sense for the hours as they pass. They don’t get much sleep, but it’s better that way.

Less time to dream.

Less time alone with their thoughts.

A day comes when they can’t settle, when something feels wrong.

They are on the upper level of the Academy grounds, helping tend the Myth tree sapling when the pull comes.

It is long past time we dealt with Morganthe.

The contact spheres aren’t like Raven’s voice.

They are audible to any near enough.

The young wizard remains frozen as Ambrose’s instructions come, fingers still dug in the dirt. They try to ignore the fact that every classmate on the upper level seems to have drawn a little closer.

Deliver your messages and then return to me at once!

Right.

“Nolan, Sabrina.” They are grateful that their voice isn’t shaking. “I—”

“—We know. We’ve got this.” Sabrina replies, shooting Nolan a look when he opens his mouth. “Go.”

Reluctantly, the wizard pulls away from the little sapling Ivan had produced. Keeping their eyes on the ground, not wanting to see the return to being othered.

It had been nice for a while.

Watching the Academy come together.

A shame… they never really get to see the final fruit of all their efforts.

But it had to end sometime, one disaster calling after another.

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