#but learned sign language and (in his own way) helps her in certain scenarios

[seokwoosmole]

*Sign of affection minor spoilers*

Yuki’s family not communicating with her in (or even seeming to know much) sign language rubs me so wrongly. I don’t know a whole lot about the Deaf community, but I’m taking an ASL class right now and I’ve seen Deaf characters portrayed in media, but I don’t know any Deaf people that use ASL that are close to me, so maybe this isn’t an educated opinion. But I would think that if you were a parent and had a Deaf child since BIRTH and they were 19 years old, sometime in those 19 years, you would have learned sign language - even a little???? Like if Yuki was born hearing and became deaf later in life, I could maybe see how her parents/brother haven’t yet mastered sign language, but that’s not the case!! Yuki was born Deaf and her whole family is perfectly fine with her relying on lip reading and they don’t even seem like they’re actively practicing or learning for that matter😭That scene in the manga when Yuki helps clean for her older brother and she says he only knows ONE sign. And when Itsuomi meets her parents they are genuinely shocked that the two of them are holding sign language conversations despite him only learning recently and the two of them not dating very long. I love Itsuomi and I do think he is genuinely a really great guy, but I also think other characters make it really easy for him to look like such a green flag in comparison😭 Like. This man didn’t know a single sign before meeting Yuki and he’s known her for a few MONTHS and he’s made such an effort to learn for her. And don’t get me wrong, this isn’t an Itsuomi praise post (again I love him, but imo, if you have a significant other who’s fluent in and predominantly uses a language that’s not one you know, it’s the bare minimum to make an effort to learn it) more so this post is just me being baffled at the people in Yuki’s life😭 Like. THESE PEOPLE LOVE HER! Yuki does not in the slightest have an unloving or unkind family. So the fact that they canonically don’t use sign language with her and rely on her to lip read and write/text is just wild to me.

[bffhreprise]

Best Friend For Hire Reprise, Entry 381

 “Not tired are you?” questioned Ariadne, who had been testing my abilities and helping me understand how to use them for hours.  There were differences between how to accomplish tasks, since Ariadne’s magic needed control of her emotions just as much as clear mental pictures, but her explanations really did help.

 “P-Processing.” I told her, wondering if she actually thought I ever grew tired.  I felt she should know better, considering she knew what I am.  At the moment, I was still revising her first lesson, current lesson, and all of the ones in-between as well as considering some other possibilities for my magic.  I was thankful to know that my weird ability to see other places wasn’t monstrous, since Ariadne could do it too, just not as well.  Part of my mind was still coming to terms with the idea that I had been subconsciously using magic my entire life.  Thankfully, Ariadne didn’t think I had inadvertently hurt anyone.

 “No, Dani, I don’t think you should make requests of Raine quite yet.  Let her keep practicing.” stated James in reply to something Dani had asked in her native tongue.  The musical language of her people was still beyond me without lessons, but a few words seemed to make sense to me.

 “But Daddy!  This would be practice!” she insisted in English.

 James switched to Dani’s native tongue, and Dani’s smile turned impish, a sure sign she had been caught being mischievous again.

 Alma took a few steps over to hug Dani from behind before saying, “Dani, behave.  Birthday girls get to make the requests here.”

 “I… d-don’t mind.” I told them, moving back and forth between where they were talking and where Ariadne was, not wanting Ariadne to think I was ignoring her.  I was aware of the vampire brothers watching me, probably unaccustomed to seeing someone in two different places, but playing with Papak had shown me that they were practically frozen in place compared with me, just like everyone else.

 Meanwhile, Ariadne was telling me about tricks she had discovered over the years to quickly diagnose health problems in different types of creatures.  I doubted some of the tricks would work quite as well for me, not having a couple thousand years of experience in recognizing different types of cellular damage, but she seemed confident that I’d get the hang of it.

 James was staring at Dani, whose smile only grew.

 “A playmate for Alberich!” she suggested, finally letting us know what she wanted.

 Alma sighed before saying, “She probably shouldn’t attempt life yet.”

 “Is that really possible?” questioned Maple.

 “Of course, though creating life takes far more energy than you’d probably expect.” replied Ariadne, having finally reached them.  “I certainly can’t recommend doing it until Raine is very confident in her abilities.  Getting something slightly off is very easy and potentially lethal for the new creature.”

 “What about creating an enhancement suit for Pufflewink?” suggested James, obviously thinking that Pufflewink could keep up that way.

 For several seconds, I considered different modifications to the suits, considering how cute they could look.  While considering cuteness, I also considered whether or not Pufflewink would feel comfortable.  Like all kitties, Pufflewink liked warmth, and the suits were designed to ensure a certain level of warmth.  Everyone else had adapted to the feel fairly quickly, so I imagined Pufflewink might as well.  After letting myself enjoy numerous scenarios of my kitty playing around in her new suit, I double-checked a rather important part of this idea, asking “I c-can?”

 James nodded, saying, “As long as Jarod doesn’t mind.”

 “That’s an awesome idea, man-slave!” insisted Emma, grinning broadly.

 “I’ll admit that I’m intrigued to see what spells go into these things.” commented Vito eagerly.

 “Suit design is a trade secret, so no giving it away to anyone.” stated Jarod loudly to be heard over everyone.  “Mila, would you mind adjusting the design for felines?”

 “Already optimizing the fiber configuration.” she replied, sounding amused.  “Master, mind if we borrow your office briefly?”

 “Feel free.  Raine, I think she wants you upstairs.” encouraged James, smiling as well.

 I nodded to him, and then went into the office.  Quest gladly accepted!  At the speed of Mila, the entire room transformed into screens for me to inspect with additional screens forming up from the tiny ball things that came out of the floor.  Everything from molecular composition of the substances involved to the details on how James’ spells interacted with the physical form were on display.

 Downstairs, James was commenting to Jarod “I hope you know that she’ll never forget the designs.”

 Jarod grinned broadly.  “And I hope you realize that I have many, many plans that could use her aid.”  He was doing his villain act again.  On one hand, he really was good at looking like an evil mastermind.  On the other hand, he was a good person and wouldn’t actually attempt anything evil.

 In the free time I had between taking in the different screens, I considered if I was really capable of meeting Jarod’s expectations.  Yes, I was learning to use my magic, but I didn’t have anywhere near Ariadne’s level of mastery.  Sure, the best way to get there was practicing, but what if I oopsed again?  Energy research could be dangerous.  Would I be able to contain things?  Maybe Jarod wanted safer experiments first…  He’d listen if I told him I wasn’t ready for anything dangerous, right?  More scenarios erupted in my mind, but I didn’t have faith in them.  Jarod was very nice, but he could also be a little… obsessive.

 “If she comes back with a finished suit, I’ll be most disappointed.” stated Vito with a frown.

 “No need to be disappointed.  I’ll gladly show you the spell.” James told him.  “I just ask that you don’t utilize it for your kind yet.”  When Vito nodded his agreement, James created his spell.

 For once, I really studied what went into the spell, committing the entire arrangement of energy to memory.  Though I didn’t have confidence in duplicating such effects with my own magic yet, I could arrange residual energy, just like the others.  Mila was already showing me modifications to the spell on some of the screens, having shown me a 3D model of it already.

 Emma sighed and said, “You guys really know how to bring down a party.”

 “We’re partying?” questioned Noelle, seeming to have forgotten the conical hat on her head.  She was so adorable, and I wondered what she was showing the others.  Sadly, her magic couldn’t affect me through my own magic, so I couldn’t see.

 “Yes.  Today’s Raine’s birthday.” replied Dejon with a patient smile.  He had been working with her lately.

 I mentally danced through the room I had already prepared for them as a couple, in hopes of them dating.  He liked her, paying far more attention to her than he had paid attention to anyone else, and she certainly seemed interested whenever she looked at him.  I put the new memory of them together in goofy party hats up on a shelf, admiring it.

 Noelle’s eyes brightened, happy as ever.  “I should tell her Happy Birthday!”

 I mentally thanked her again, adding another tally in my mind’s personal room for her under the times she wished me a happy birthday today as I continued studying and connecting all of the pieces Mila was feeding me.

 “She’s off making something for her cat at the moment.” explained Dejon.

 “She has a cat!?  I love cats!” she exclaimed excitedly.

 There was a whole section of Noelle’s private room in my mind dedicated to her playing with Pufflewink.  The adorableness delighted me.

 “Me too!” exclaimed Kayla, lifting up Alberich, who had been leaning against Alma’s leg for the past minute.

 Alberich was a very proud, very small lion, but he didn’t swipe at Kayla this time.  Through our chats, I had learned that Alma spoiled him far too much when he was young, which was probably why he could be a bit snooty.  Luckily, even Alberich found Noelle cute, affected by her magic just like most everyone else—poor James didn’t know what he was missing.  When Noelle pet him, I could imagine how easily Alberich recognized her delight.

 Not long after Noelle and Kayla started playing with Alberich, Mila informed everyone that I would be indisposed for several more minutes—she could only show me things so fast.  I would also need some time to practice before I would be satisfied.  Everyone but me went to the ballroom to dance instead of gaming for once.  There were more cat-themed party decorations in there, and I was determined to join them soon.

 After I finished the material that Mila had for me, I started asking her questions and was surprised to find she liked my ideas for a few modifications in the suit.  She had originally assumed that I would simply remove the suit whenever Pufflewink wanted to go potty, but agreed with me when I pointed out that my little kitty would probably get disoriented by the sudden loss of enhancements more than our friends did.  With a bit of work, we came up with some alterations that should work, and Mila found some additional cleaning spells she felt would be better suited for cats.  Four-hundred-and-seventy-two variations later, Mila and I were satisfied that we had a suit Pufflewink would like, so I fetched her and created the suit around her.

 The difference was notable as soon as I saw my little kitty move.  She was confused, but I talked to her and warned her she’d need to be a little more careful.  Mila insisted the difference in strength and speed was considerable, so I took her word for it.  Satisfied that Pufflewink was happy, I took her down to join the others, dancing along with her in my arms.

 Mila felt the need to stick a spotlight on me the moment I arrived, but I didn’t mind.  James and Alma came over to examine the suit.

 “Were you successful?” he asked.

 “M-Maybe.” I replied, not as confident as Mila.

 He grinned as he said, “We should test it later before Alberich and Pufflewink play too much together.”

 I nodded in agreement.  Pufflewink would need more time to adjust to her new abilities.  “I-I should… visit… with… Ariadne.” I told him after considering a number of scenarios where Ariadne examined my kitty to make sure the enhancement suit was agreeing with her.

 When James and Alma moved to hug me, I was surprised, but I only considered dodging for a very brief moment.  I did like hugs, and neither of them would accidentally squeeze Pufflewink too hard.

 “I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday, Raine.” stated James as he hugged me.

 I nodded and smiled at my friends, telling them “B-Best ever.”

 “No.” stated James, making me consider what was wrong.  He then clarified “We plan to make each one better.”

 I probably stared at him too long when he said that and nearly let myself cry.  James was such a kind, wonderful person, and I would be grateful to him forever.  I was certain he underestimated how much he had done for me—modest as he was—but giving me a home where I am accepted, despite what I am, was already the best present I could receive in a lifetime.

[appleteeth]

Bruce Week Fic #6

Sunday (July 25): Grief, Magic

(Warnings for mentions of domestic and child abuse.)

It was funny, being friends with someone who knew magic. Loki had somehow, after everything they had been through, become one of Bruce’s closest confidant on board the spaceship taking them to Earth. First they would merely nod at one-another in quiet respect, then Loki stopped Bruce in the corridor one day to explain how something seemingly innocuous he had done was actually offensive in Asgardian culture and Bruce, though wary he was tricking him, thanked him. 

Then Bruce would make a habit of finding Loki in the makeshift dining hall and sitting with him, not exactly striking up conversation but letting him know they could talk, if he wanted to. 

A few months into the journey and Loki was spotted laughing loudly at something Bruce had said, and whilst it made Thor a little nervous to see them getting along so well, it was also a relief. They were both part of his Royal Council, after all, so they needed to get along for the sake of his people. 

Then, when Bruce moaned to himself about being unable to find what he needed in the cramped medical bay, Loki produced the vial out of thin air and handed it to him. 

“That still freaks me out,” Bruce told him before taking the vial tentatively. 

“I wouldn’t do it if it didn’t,” he said with a smirk.

“How does it work? Are you pulling items from somewhere else? Are you taught how to use magic or is it instinctual? Could I learn magic or is it an Asgardian thing?”

“No, I was taught by my mother and yes… to an extent. You wouldn’t be able to conjure items or control objects but you can learn basic spells.”

Bruce was excited for barely a second before he frowned. “Are you messing with me again?”

“Bruce, I have come to find you… relatively welcome company. I enjoy our conversations, even if you are a Midgardian.”

“Bit prejudiced, but thank you.”

“So I’m not messing with you,” Loki concluded. “I can give you some basic spells to try that will give you more insight into your being.”

“I, uh, think I’ve had enough insight lately," he said warily. 

And Loki smiled, this time without a mischievous glint in his eye. 

"What if I were to teach you a spell that helped you in ways you never knew you needed?"

Bruce snuck into the medical bay late into the evening whilst the rest of the ship went to sleep. It was the one place he knew he wouldn't be disturbed, especially as Asgardians were so resilient to injury, they barely came to him with less than a severed limb. 

He read through the instructions Loki had written in elaborate cursive, mostly in English but certain words wouldn't translate so he had to work through how to pronounce them before starting. It was oddly pleasant following the instructions step by step, like he was trying out a new recipe, only this was more writing specific phrases in runes than measuring out ingredients. 

He had to write the words as naturally as possible, like he had been writing in the language his entire life, recite them outloud and then… go to sleep. Which was easier said than done when he was expecting something miraculous to happen. He crept back into his shared dorm with seven other passengers and lay down, hoping that whatever was supposed to happen would actually help him.

He finally drifted off and there he found himself travelling, not sure what he was facing was a dream or effects of the spell, but welcoming it nonetheless. 

He was standing in an old-fashioned kitchen, meticulously clean down to the top of the cabinets where nobody would ever bother to look. Whoever's domain this was, it was so well looked after it could very well be a showroom. 

There were a few signs of life, however. There was a small stack of plates ready to be cleaned, a few novelty magnets on the refrigerator, a Captain America action figure on the table…

Bruce stopped, looking at the toy and realising where he was. He had spent so long trying to forget his childhood home he didn't even recognise the kitchen anymore. But he knew that toy like it was imprinted on his mind, having spent many hours clutching it, talking to it, wishing the real Cap was there to save him.

"I'm so sorry I kept you waiting, would you like some water?" 

And he spun on his heel to see her. It was so odd to view her now that he was a little taller than her, instead of being small enough to wrap his arms around her legs. She was still as beautiful as the pictures but she wasn't memorialised in his mind like some sort of perfect being. Her sweater was threadbare at the elbows, her hair was a little frizzy (thick curls like his, almost identical in colour) and she had dark circles under her eyes. She also wore glasses, which Bruce had completely forgotten because she took them off for photos. 

"Uh…" he didn't know what to say to her. 

"You must be parched, here," and Rebecca poured him a glass of water from a pitcher she kept in the fridge. "Piping in new houses is never deep enough to keep water cool, not like the old days." 

He was still trying to find words when he realised a vision shouldn't be able to hand him things, and he shouldn't be able to feel the cool water tumbling down his throat. 

"So, you wanted to talk about Robbie?" 

He nearly choked on the last mouthful and hid it with a loud cough. 

"Um, yes," he said, not sure who he was supposed to be in this scenario but going along with it all the same. 

His mother nodded and indicated for him to sit down with her at the kitchen table. Again, it felt so strange to be big enough for a chair he used to sit at every day as a kid, his legs swinging and needing a cushion so he could reach the table properly. 

"His teacher said he's been excelling," she said proudly but then immediately frowned. "You didn't speak to my husband, did you?" 

"No, of course not," and he now knew his role like he had read the script. "Yes, young Br… Robbie has been working really hard and it's clear to see he is clever." 

She smiled, but it was juxtaposed by her sad eyes. "You're going to say he should be in a gifted school, aren't you?" 

"Uh…" 

"Well I'm sorry but he can't. He just… can't." And she sighed tiredly before collecting herself. "I'm sorry, it's just--" 

"I know," Bruce said quietly. "You don't have to explain your reasons. I know you would want the best education for him, but sometimes that can't happen." 

And he couldn't help himself, she was right there in front of him. He put his hand over hers and squeezed it in comfort. 

"Thank you," she said quietly. 

"And it's not like kids won't excel as adults just because they missed out on extra tutoring," he continued. "They'll catch up in no time and go on to do great things." 

She smiled warmly and Bruce recognised his own features in hers. He never thought he looked like her, always hating how he was the spitting image of his father, but he saw himself in her smile. 

"I hope so. Do you know he can name every bird he sees? Even the scientific names. He read about bird watching and within a day he was telling me facts about each one." 

Bruce couldn't help but grin, having forgotten about that particular hyperfixation. "Is that so?" 

"If he could… that is, if we agreed he could go to a gifted school, I suspect he would get a scholarship for college, maybe even go early." 

She looked furious, if just for a moment, letting her guard down enough to show how she really felt. Bruce had never seen her angry; she had hid it well when he was small and already so scared of someone else's anger. She had shown him nothing but smiles and positivity, desperate to make his life as normal as possible. 

But he remembered hearing her crying behind the bedroom door, trying to suppress her sobs so she could go read her child a bedtime story like nothing was wrong. The illusion was shattered that day.

"You are doing everything you possibly can for your son. More than everything. You--"

He stopped himself. Was this really a dream or had he really travelled back? What would it mean if he told her?

"I will lay down my life for him," she finished, eyes defiant and full of fury. 

He felt his facade fading, no longer able to pretend he wasn't who he really was. 

"You're going to save my life. Over and over. Until that bastard kills you for it." 

He cried, clutching her hand and unable to look at her. She shouldn't have sacrificed herself for him. She wasn't supposed to be known as just a wife and mother. She was exceptionally bright in her own right, never one to boast but able to keep up with her husband and nudge her son towards harder sums and thicker books. It wasn't her fault the man who told her he loved her had used that love to control her, to make her feel weak and stupid.

Had she escaped that night, she would have done great things. 

"I know," she said quietly, tears in her own eyes. "I figured I had a shot that night. He usually stays late at the bar and left the car at home, so I thought I had three hours. But I didn't know he had a meeting the next morning and drank a whole bottle of whiskey walking home instead. I miscalculated." 

"It's my fault. You told me to pack but I couldn't find my stupid Captain America toy and…" he wiped his eyes angrily. "I held us up." 

Rebecca reached across the table to wipe the trails of tears from his cheeks.

"You were a child," she said. "It can never be your fault. Hey," and she cradled his face in her hands. "It was never your fault." 

"It wasn't yours either. None of it," he said defiantly. 

She nodded. "Thank you." 

The vision was starting to waver, like an old projection flickering as the film ran out. He clutched her hand desperately, wanting to tell her so much more, to tell her he hadn't wasted the gift she gave him that night. That he had excelled despite everything that happened. That he did everything to make her proud. 

He felt her hand slowly fading, getting lighter in his hand as it faded away. He managed to tell her he loved her before he awoke back on the ship, his face wet with tears. 

The next morning, much to everyone's confusion, Bruce marched straight up to Loki, grabbed him by the shoulder, and hugged him tightly. 

[bouwrites]

Maribat March 2020 Prompt: Time Travel

Week 4, Day 6.

Maribat March 2020 Calendar.

Day 1: Sweetheart’s Dance, Day 5: Fake dating, Day 7: High School.

Ao3.

2913 words. Story under read-more.

There are three things which Marinette knows with absolute certainty. The first is that time is stupid and, despite not getting paid for her heroics, Bunnyx deserves a raise. A substantial one.

The second is that her love for Adrien, if it comes to them actually dating, inevitably results in not only her death, but also Hawk Moth’s, all of Paris’, and given the state of things, most likely the entire planet’s. Or, apparently, alternatively, an equally ruinous future with slightly different details. Thanks for the reminder, Time.

The third, and most important, is that Marinette has just completely, utterly, royally messed up.

All three things being only tangentially related, of course.

In her defense, Marinette never purposefully looks around Bunnyx’s burrow. No, she had her run of curiosity the first time and got scolded as she deserved, and she knows just how stupid it would be to know her future. Just how dangerous it is.

Bunnyx is kind to her the first time – another reason she’s a good hero, Marinette supposes – talking of things like learning her next birthday presents to deter her from looking around instead of objectively more important things like looking for the moment she, or someone she loves, dies. And no matter how much it irks Marinette not to get the information that could solve everything, she appreciates and trusts that Bunnyx knows what she’s doing by keeping Hawk Moth’s identity hidden. If she does indeed even know it.

There’s a time for everything and time is a fragile thing. Ironically, that’s at the crux of Marinette’s problem. So is the other thing Bunnyx tells her, that what’s seen can’t be unseen.

With how the afterimage of that damn window in time is seared onto the insides of her eyelids, that’s surely the truth.

On the bright side, her most recent escapade into time has cleared up a few things she’s been pondering since the whole “Chat Blanc” fiasco. First and foremost, it’s not Chat that she has to worry about. Despite the identity weirdness that went on in Chat Blanc’s timeline, Marinette is sure that the most recent tragedy has nothing to do with secret identities, but as she was apparently dating Adrien in that future and she knows for a fact that she’ll tell Chat Noir when she has a boyfriend and Chat wasn’t the one akumatized this time, it’s not simple jealousy that almost caused the end of the world that one time. It’s good to know that Chat’s crush isn’t that bad.

On the darker side, that does mean that the inevitable end of the world is linked wholly and totally to her dating Adrien. So, that’s less good to know. Also, Marinette is a truly frightening akuma.

Another thing cleared up by this whole business is that time is stupid, and Marinette is glad she’s not Bunnyx. Yes, the burrow is cool as all get out, but one slip, one massive tremor caused by a potentially world-ending event, and all of a sudden Marinette has the rug pulled out from under her and she can’t unsee that stupid window.

She knows she should forget it. She’s trying to forget it. But how on Earth is she supposed to get the image of her kissing a stranger out of her head? It’s stuck in there like it’s branded onto her brain. She doesn’t get a good enough look to make out the details, but she knows for sure that the boy holding her is no one she knows.

The first, and most striking thing, about the image, the thing that draws her eye in the first place, is the guy’s dark hair. Dark. As in, not blonde. Marinette would even say his hair is black. Which is just about as far from blonde as he can get. And no obvious dye, either, so unless Adrien decides to go black-haired for some reason or Luka somehow decides he hates the color in his hair all of a sudden, that already eliminates every one of her obvious options.

And, to be fair, those scenarios can happen, though the idea of Adrien being allowed to dye his hair is… yeah. But it can happen, except that the next thing she notices about the image is the boy’s ragged, worn, patched-up, absolutely ancient-looking flannel shirt. Marinette is certain he must have inherited it from his grandfather or something, because there’s no good reason anyone should wear flannel so often that it gets to that state of wear. Not even in a lifetime. It’s not falling apart, thankfully, but still.

It’s probably really soft, though.

Not that she’s imagining how it feels, or anything. She just knows Adrien isn’t allowed to breathe the scent of flannel, so no hair-dye shenanigans there, and Luka? The flannel doesn’t necessarily exclude Luka, but the color scheme? Bright, warm-colored shirt and white-washed blue-jeans? Not Luka at all.

Besides, Marinette may not get a good look at the guy’s face, but she can recognize Adrien and Luka at a glance from miles away. No, this guy is a complete stranger.

That raises… a lot more questions. Questions like, if her dating Adrien ends in disaster, is she truly not supposed to be with him? Is she supposed to be with this other boy? Who is this other boy? How do they meet? How do they fall in love? Will Marinette fall at first sight and stumble over her introduction? Will he teasingly call her “Ma-Ma-Marinette” because she can’t get words right? Will she hate him at first, making wrong assumptions about him based on circumstance?

What kind of person is he? Will he sweep her off her feet with kind gestures, gentle smiles, bright, sunshine giggles at every little thing she says? Will he be more cold? Maybe he’ll have a tough exterior, and the flannel is more of a grunge aesthetic, if a bright one, and he’s rebellious and loud and fun. Maybe he’s a musician just like her last two crushes, maybe he’s not. Maybe he’s an athlete. Maybe he’s a hero.

Will he polish those glasses of his when he’s frustrated like Max does? Will he grab the ends of his flannel overshirt and wrap it tight around her, trapping her with him like Alya does? Will he listen patiently and let her cry and offer soft, kind words and empathy like Luka? Or a cheerier camaraderie and humor to lift her spirits like Adrien?

When Marinette closes her eyes, she can see him. He’s a transfer student, coming from rural America (his style is so classic Hallmark movie she’s not sure whether to laugh or vomit, but somehow when he wears it it’s cute), he barely speaks French, and when he does it’s with a thick accent, so Marinette does her duty as class president to help him keep up. They talk and joke with each other and he’s funnier than she expects but he has such strange sayings that she can’t quite understand but at face value they all make her laugh. She just spends so much time helping him, because he’s still learning the language, that she falls for him, not even realizing she falls out of love with Adrien in the meanwhile.

Or maybe she goes to him. He’s still American, because again, that style, but this time she’s on a class trip to some city. New York, or somewhere smaller, or, no, it’s a big city. He’s come to the city, too, and they bump into each other while both trying to ask for directions to completely different places. They hit it off and he asks for her number before some kind passerby gives them the directions they both need.

Or maybe he’s a city native, and he has some time on his hands, so he guides her personally to where she needs to be. He sticks with her longer than he really needs to, and Marinette can’t bring herself to complain.

Or maybe some twist of fate lands her in the back end of nowhere, just somewhere in America. A dusty old diner with hardly anything of note nearby, like in the movies, and he’s there waiting tables. He’s so charming that she can’t resist writing her number on his copy of the receipt. Or he takes a dive like she does so often and spills something on her. She won’t be mad. She knows how hard putting one foot in front of the other can be.

Maybe Marinette succeeds at forgetting him. Maybe she doesn’t, and they never meet after all. Maybe every one of these daydreams only happen to some other Marinette. There’s just no way to tell. Marinette is really starting to hate time. It’s ridiculous, utterly so, how that one stupid image affects her.

It’s there, though. There in her head, and in Bunnyx’s burrow, and Bunnyx isn’t breaking down her door so time must be alright, which means… that kiss will happen.

But just because she sees something in time, does that mean she ought to do it? Will refusing break something? She never knew that signing her gift would lead to Adrien figuring her out and Chat Noir getting akumatized. She never knew that dating Adrien while keeping her secret identity would lead to her own akumatization. So, she can change the way things are meant to be without even knowing it.

But, knowing it, ought she? Will her loving this boy be so hollow as simply fulfilling a prophecy she never means to see? So hollow as finding someone to fill in the hole left by her doomed romance with Adrien?

And that’s the worst part. That she knows she has a chance. She knows that she can ask Adrien out and she’ll get the date she wants. But if she does… calamity. How is she supposed to move on from a love like this?

When she imagines this boy, though, this dark-haired, flannel-wearing stranger, she can imagine. She can trace so many paths, so many roads, leading to her loving him. She can write stories and songs about their love. She just can’t convince herself that it’s real. It seems so far away, and far too strange.

After a month, Marinette still can’t stop thinking about him. She tries hard not to give him too much credence, to not give him anything that makes him more… real. She doesn’t give him a name, not even a nickname. She can’t stop herself from imagining what he’s like, but she switches it up as often as she can, discarding all assumptions based on his appearance. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up and, if he does really exist and they really are going to meet someday, she doesn’t want to place those expectations on him. He doesn’t deserve that. No one does. Keeping his personality inconsistent also means that he won’t solidify in her mind. He doesn’t have anything solid except his hair and that flannel. He’s not real.

“Are you ready for this, Marinette?!”

Marinette is startled, too much so, by Alya grabbing her to ask her that. “For… what, again?”

Alya sighs, affectionately shaking her head. “I know you’ve been out of it recently, girl, but come on! Today’s the day you ask Adrien out!”

“Ask out…” Marinette follows Alya’s suggestive gaze to the other side of the courtyard where Adrien is talking to Nino. Nino’s glance over and small smile isn’t lost on her. “Oh.”

She feels like something is withering inside her. Maybe it’s her heart. She can’t ask him out. She knows how that ends. She can’t, whether she’s capable of it or not. Whether she wants to or not. Do I want to? Marinette’s gut flips at the thought. She’s spending a lot of time daydreaming, but… “Focus, girl!” Marinette blinks at Alya’s hand in front of her face. “Come on, all you have to do is go over there and tell him how you feel!”

Marinette frowns. “I’m… not sure how I feel.”

The collective gasp around her draws her attention to the fact that the rest of the girls are with her as well. Great. “Wha- What do you mean by that?” Alya recoils. “You’ve been in love with Adrien since you met! Now all of a sudden you don’t know how you feel? Are you sick?” Marinette feels Alya’s hand on her forehead, but only rolls her eyes and grumbles in response. “You don’t feel sick. Is this why you’ve been so quiet recently? I thought you just had a lot on your plate. Come on, girl, talk to me.”

Marinette breathes in deeply and lets it all out in a huge sigh. “I don’t know. I was busy, but… I guess I just got distracted. I haven’t been paying as much attention to him and now I… I’m not sure.”

Alya purses her lips, hands on her hips like she’s planning something, and then Marinette is being dragged over to Nino and Adrien. “Come on, Marinette. I want to test something.” She murmurs. As they approach, she raises her voice to yell to the boys. “Hey! What’re we talking about?”

“Just the test.” Nino says. “Brutal, right?”

Alya laughs. “Ugh, don’t remind me. But if it isn’t anything important, Adrien, you don’t mind if I steal Nino for a bit, do you? I’ll trade you Marinette.”

Adrien looks to Marinette and smiles brightly. “I don’t mind! I love spending time with Marinette!”

Marinette can feel Alya’s eyes on her as she smiles in return. “They’re never going to stop ditching us, are they?”

“Hey!” Alya protests.

Adrien laughs. “Who are we to stand in the way of true love?”

Marinette chuckles. “I suppose you have a point.” Seeing that Alya is still standing there, she turns to her best friend. “Didn’t you want to talk to Nino?”

Marinette spends the next few months half afraid she’s permanently damaged the timeline – with each passing day she’s simultaneously more certain that nothing is wrong, but also that something is terribly wrong and they’re just out of time to stop it (Marinette really hates time) – and half afraid of what Alya’s next matchmaking move is going to be. Once Alya convinces herself that Marinette is over her crush on Adrien, something even Marinette isn’t a hundred percent certain on, she starts trying to get her with Luka. But funnily enough, daydreaming about a dark-haired, flannel-wearing stranger is also enough to wear down whatever was going on between her and Luka, so that ends in a flop, too.

As time passes and Marinette just doesn’t show any interest in anyone, the girls accept their new normal. Marinette isn’t the one with the unrequited crush anymore. She’s not in love at all. Sort of like Alix. (Is time turning her into Alix? That’s just stupid enough to be believable.)

She does still get odd looks from time to time, and more than a few times Alya grills her about the mystery person she must be in love with. Wistful sighs and daydreaming are a big tell, apparently, but even that fades as Marinette eventually puts the stranger behind her. She’ll thank him for the role he played in her life, helping her move on from Adrien, even if only in her dreams, but she still has no idea who he is, or if he even exists. She moves on, and eventually the daydreams become more infrequent. She stops thinking about him. She thinks maybe the timeline is alright, and what she saw in that window can safely be just a distant memory.

Alya is excited about some new development. International reporters coming for some reason or another. Marinette is pretty sure it’s not to do with Hawk Moth, though it might have something to do with Ladybug and Chat Noir. Considering Alya is so excited that Marinette can’t even understand her, she has to assume it does. Though considering how excited she is, it probably also has to do with her journalism heroes.

Heroes of two of her loves coming together in one place? That would explain how she’s bouncing off the walls.

Marinette doesn’t have the heart to deny Alya when she’s asked to come along to the big event. She tags along, happy to support Alya, even if everything her friend is saying goes right over her head.

It’s with one arm being jostled up and down and mid roll of her eyes that Marinette catches sight of a boy separated a bit from the people Alya is so excited to meet. A boy with dark hair and a tattered flannel sitting impishly and grinning at the whole affair. Even from this distance, Marinette can see the pride on his face as he watches the stars of the show.

As if sensing her, he turns his head and looks straight at her. He doesn’t recognize her – how could he? – but she gets a bright grin and a wave regardless. Marinette struggles to calm her racing heart as she waves back.

“Are you listening, Marinette? Who’re you waving t- Oh my god! That’s Jonathan Kent! That’s Clark and Lois’ son! And he’s waving at you!”

Jonathan Kent, huh? Marinette feels herself blush, and she knows Alya picks up on it, and she can feel the schemes already, but none of that matters right now. Now it’s just the staccato beating of her heart and that beaming smile he keeps sending her way.

[lorei-writes]

Behind the scenes: Witch!MC - Ieyasu & Mitsuhide

Hello there, friends! Here I come, with some behind the scenes stuff for my Witch!MC headcanons. Last time I babbled about the magic systems and how headcanons/ scenarios for Masamune and Nobunaga were written with different premise in mind. This time, I’d like to talk about similarities and why reusing a concept isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  So, if you’re interested, hop under the cut ;)

In coming up with the headcanons, I worked around the axis of characters’ personalities. Both Ieyasu and Mitsuhide had put this barrier between themselves and the world - and no matter how I look at this, both plots more or less describe the way those walls were broken down. If I were to reduce both of those to the basic components, those would be:

The men hide behind a veneer of a certain kind.

The women meet them thanks to sheer luck.

The women share some character traits with the men.

Does that mean those stories are bad and unoriginal? Nope! At least I don’t think so. Well, maybe mine are, and hence are a bad example, but that’s not the rule! What I want to say: some people may say that reusing certain concepts is a result of lack of imagination. However, some things can be executed in so many different ways, that it doesn’t matter whether they stem from the same basic idea. So, without further ado, let’s talk about the differences in the similar! 

The veneer:

Ieyasu had put up his walls as a defense mechanism, which stems from his past. He pushes people away with his harsh words, never admitting to his true feeling.

Mitsuhide, on the other hand, well. We don’t know. With his route still not released (CYBIRD!), I had to work based on a premise - and that was that he had chosen it himself. He’d a self-sacrificing man. 

That already gives us a foundation for a story with possibly a bit different undertones. 

The women:

From what we know of Ieyasu’s MC here, she isn’t really a powerful witch. If anything, she was still in training when her master was killed, and hence may never grow to her full potential. However, she is very aware of her powers - and of the fact that she has no place to come back to. But, I believe, if she could have become the guardian, she’d gladly do. Her village was a place of happy memories that got ruined by war.

On the other side, there is Mitsuhide’s MC, that struggle with not being heard. She is not aware of her powers for a very long time - “ The tears she had spilled upon learning the truth had already dried out”. With that I, at the very least, tried to imply that she didn’t know others couldn’t hear her. Imagine, living for years in a state of isolation, of being assumed to be somewhat disabled, and not knowing why others react in this way to you alone. Now, there’s an important point to be made here: that MC is neither really Deaf nor deaf. She had to learn how to communicate in sign language, that was not native to her. And what language was? Frankly, that’s hard to tell. It is given that she can hear thoughts, but that can be very well a simplification - some of us have an internal narrator, while others see in pictures. I presume, she’d receive a mixture of information in this form and that’s how she’d try to communicate (or at the very least that’s how I’d write it to avoid running into the “how would she learn to speak if she didn’t get any feedback from her parents?” or “if she heard with her mind, then she could have used her vocal chords and just speak like any other human, maybe with some quirks” problems. Though, what humans say doesn’t always match what humans think, so I presume that would be a whole other issue to dissect - the way the lips of people around her moved probably wouldn’t match the sounds she had heard... AAA, see, problems). Moreover, although she can be homesick, it’s not like she ever had a real, in her language, conversation with anybody. 

The similarities: MC - the man: 

Ieyasu and his MC share the feeling of guilt. They both were powerless at one point in their lives and it hurt them. For that very reason, once MC had a chance to observe Ieyasu’s contrary nature and learnt how to decode his speech, she was able to emotionally relate to him. And whether he liked it or not - it was the same for him. Although, if I had used that brainy thingie inside of my skull, I should have added a part where Ieyasu feels deceived - because that would certainly be one of the things he had felt upon learning that his pet fawn is in fact a human. He’d have to work through that conflict - after all, he was always softer towards Wasabi. Without realizing it, he had been somewhat vulnerable towards another human (or at the very least, he was so in his mind) - the fact that he hadn’t exploited it and still sought his company surely had helped. 

The thing here is that their relationship was built both thanks to her powers and against them.

As for Mitsuhide and his MC, they are connected by loneliness. However, that state was forced upon her, while Mitsuhide had chosen it for himself - for that reason, I presume, he understands how hard it is. He is empathetic towards her. Their relationship starts thanks to her ability, not in spite of it. If anything, her being able to read his mind gave them the reason to come together in the first place, made their communication possible and gave her a way to obtain a skill that could open her up on other people as well (writing). It allowed her to see right through his defenses before she even got to know him. 

My point is that, although some parts of those two scenarios can be grouped into the same categories, the stories written based on them - actually, I think the hc version already is - could be vastly different: the motivations, the background, the emotions carried through action, pacing, all of those could change it up. So, yeah. That’s “unoriginal”, as it basically follows this pattern of “sneak past his walls”, but at the same, those are creative (I suppose) in their own ways. In other words: even the most overused trope can be refreshed and feel different and there’s no point in feeling bad for using those. 

[omniishambles]

2, 3, 12, 22, 26, 31, 33, 42, 44 and 45 for Jonathan? (sorry it's long, I love him lots!)

| Character Development Questions: Hard Mode | Accepting

2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

They were very close, and she was the source of most of Jonathan’s knowledge about Egypt; not just the history but the people, the culture, the languages, coping with the heat and the environment they spent so much time in. The thought that she got to watch him and Evie grow up in the same place where she herself did is something of a comfort to Jonathan too.

3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Good for the most part. They tended to butt heads a lot more than Jonathan and his Mother in regards to his schooling and his ambitions- or lack thereof, at times. But they were quite close and Jonathan used to learn an astonishing amount from his Father about history and exploration.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

After his parents funeral. He’d run out of any other emotions and spent a very, very long time watching the night sky after the mourners had departed the Carnahan house.

22. What does your character like in other people?

He likes people with vibrancy, and particularly he likes those who can enjoy a good joke and a good time! While the lifestyle of exploring Egypt and going on excavations has been heavily romanticized, he’s met a lot of stiff and boring types out on the sands- and then there’s England! Though he can move amongst the upper class, he finds a lot of them very dull indeed. If you don’t take yourself too seriously then Jonathan will get along with you just fine.

26. How does your character behave around children?

Jonathan loves his nephew. But he is oh-so-glad that Alex, as a smaller child, could be handed back to Evie at the first sign of a tantrum! He’s perfectly happy to clown around with children and wouldn’t hesitate to dive in and help a strangers child if they were in danger, but he wouldn’t particularly choose to spend his time around them when he could be in the bar instead! As to having kids of his own, Jonathan doesn’t have a strong opinion either way, really. He does envy them their freedom from the adult world, though.

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Sharp suited, martini in hand, there’s a jazz band playing and everybody is having a grand old time! Jonathan can and will party with people from any rung on the social ladder and all those bad memories he carries are far, far away. 

And best of all? There’s no mummies.

33.  In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Often Jonathan is defiant in the face of criticism. It’s not his fault! He’ll usually behave in a defensive manner first, quick to parry any negativity directed his way, but eventually he’ll concede that yes, he did rather mess it up, but it’s a bit of a lark isn’t it? Just like he did when he scared Evie in the museum and then brushed off her comments about his career being a complete shambles.

He wants to do better, of course. And he does, in time.

42.  Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Sadly not. Would Jonathan be a little less chaotic if someone had taken him under their wing? It’s hard to say! I suspect that’s in the blood because Evie is just the same and Alex is too so possibly not. But at least someone would have been looking out for him.

44.  How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Jonathan doesn’t say these words lightly, which is partly why he doesn’t say them very often. As much as he loves his little sister, he’s not about to say it out loud all the time. He could probably count the number of times on one hand, the most prominent being his return from Flanders. 

As for romantic partners, while Jonathan is pretty easy going with pet names and terms of endearment, he’s never said the words ‘I love you’ to any of the women he’s had flings with because- it just isn’t true. He may be a hell of a liar but some things shouldn’t be trifled with.

45.  What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Jonathan has obviously seen some crazy supernatural things, but he still believes that death will be oblivion. Perhaps there are ways that certain spirits can return to Earth, like Imhotep managed to do. Twice. But those ways are distinctly unpleasant and nothing good ever seems to come of it. He certainly feels that way regarding his parents. They’ve never come back or announced their presence after they were gone so perhaps that’s as it should be. He is scared, of course, as most people are, and he’s come very close to death many times. He’s seen it right before his eyes in a multitude of ways. The only positive he draws from this belief is that it will be peaceful.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Hello! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do scenarios where the main 6 (or 3 if it's too much) met a deaf MC. Also I'm quite new to tumblr so I'm sorry if I did this wrong! Anyways I hope you have a good day/night!

Don’t worry, dear Anon! You’re asking right.

Asra:

*He knows a little about how to comunicate with SL (signal language) but when he’s not sure, just points at things and makes gestures.

*Because Faust is completely unable to talk to you, he writes what she thinks about you. There’s a wall in your house filled with notes about the lovely things the snake says.

*Gets anxious when you go out without him for he’s worried you have an accident because of your disability, so he often sends Faust inside your basket.

*Will fight whoever tries to take advantage of you for that reason. He wants you to be always happy and without worries about your situation.

Nadia:

*Of course she starts to learn about signal language as soon as you catch her attention. And a smart head as she is, will learn very quickly.

*One day you find her on your way, staring at you… and then she makes a “Hello, I hope you’re having a nice day” with her hands, smiling with sincere tenderness at you.

*Sometimes consults doctors in secret to know if there’s a chance of you to recover the hearing, and gets frustrated if they answer negatively. It’s not that she dislikes your condition, it’s that she wants to help you to enjoy her life as full as everyone else.

*She’d love to play the piano for you, but since you’re not capable to listen to her she starts to take you to galleries and gicing you books so you can talk together about another sorts of art.

Portia:

*She’s clueless about language, so she carries a little notebook with her to comunicate with you.

*Just as Nadia, she tries to estimulate your other senses, in her case the taste and smell via her garden herbs and flowers and of course cooking special food for you.

*She gets very angry if hears someone laughing at you for they know you can’t notice it, and doesn’t hesitate on throw shade on them until they feel embarrased (or uncapable to keep laughing at least).

*Loves walking by your side, holding hands and letting you sign everything you like, carresing your cheek and pointing at her lips speaking slowly so you can see her saying “I love you”.

Julian:

*He doesn’t just know SL, he knows a LOT of things to help you. He even owns a little ear cornet if you want to use it.

*Protects you from literally everything, which means he’s not sure to let you go to the market or other places alone (althought you have done this for a long time).

*If, for any reason, you have an accident (in Julian’s head an accident can go from a little falling without consecuences to God knows what horrible scenarios) he feels extremely guilty and keeps you inside the house doing all the work for himself.

*In the doctor side, he takes a couple of hours in the afternoon to help you with speaking exercises (for some deaf people can develop speaking problems), and he’s the most patient, tender teacher in this moment.

Muriel:

*At first can’t understand why you don’t answer to his questions (the what are you doing in my hut and all), until you point at your ears.

*From this moment you are officially Muriel’s smol bean. First trying to get you back home and swearing you two won’t see again… but coming back just the next day to know if you’re fine.

*Acts as your bodyguard, ready to argue to whoever tries to take advantage of you. A vicious seller tries to give you a higher price? He stares and you get even the double amount of fruit. A stupid boy goes after you to scare prank you? He stares harder (?) and the boy almost ends up crying.

*Asks you to teach him the sign to speak to you and despite he gest a bit umpatient sometimes he’s a good learner. Also lets you visit him in the hut to feed the chickens and teaching you do wooden carving.

Lucio:

*He is super-not-ready for this. He enjoys using the conversation to lure lovely ones into his chambers but this time it might not work for obvious reasons.

*Asks you a lot of things making gestures. like how long have you been deaf, if you can speak normally, who helps you when you need to do certain things…

*Eventually he forgets his silly conquest tactics and becomes something like your friend. In his mind you’re one of the few pure creautres remaining in this world and he’s not the right person to “unclean” you.

*You thought Muriel was an angry protecter? Wait for this, because Lucio is more than ready to put in jail to whoever hurts you, even if their “crime” was pushing you.

[stusbunker]

Known: Two Halves, Three Hearts

A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction

Featuring: MOC!Dean x Female OC, x Demon!Reader, Claire Novak, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley

Summary: CC learns to navigate more of the Winchesters’ associates. Meanwhile, Dean crosses the line to end Cain’s reign of terror. He finds her vulnerable, will she let him sate himself in every way imaginable? Can he run from what he is becoming? Is she enough to keep the evil at bay? Crowley finds our Reader and offers a path to redemption, if she can trust what he’s selling.

Warnings: Post murder haze, torture, period sex, blood, blood play, stabbing, dub!con smut, subtle mention of past sexual assault, disassociation, humiliation, and loss of sense of self.

Series Masterlist

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December 11, 2014

The Bunker

           It was nearly dawn when Chloe felt the air tighten against the Impala’s entry into the garage. Something was wrong; Sam was driving. Dean sat in the passenger seat and in the back, Castiel beside a blonde who had cried out a week’s worth of mascara and eyeliner. Dean was bleeding, but that wasn’t what was wrong. He stared ahead, lost and empty, covered in others’ blood. It was human, every last drop, CC could tell just by the smell. An ability she would have appreciated if it didn’t lead to the implications on Dean’s clothing.

           Other than the upset teenager, no one else seemed to have been touched by the fray. Sam rapped on the hood, giving CC his best ‘I can’t explain this away’ eyes. He was worried mute. CC finally moved toward the car, both Sam and she eventually earning swats as Dean came to, silently protesting their help.

           “How many?” CC whispered against his retreating form.

           “Look, they were loan sharks and they were going to use Claire-,” Sam started.

           “How many people did he kill?”

           “Four.” Castiel cut in, glimpsing back to the girl in the backseat.

           CC’s stomach pitched, a phantom whiff of manure and dust drifted past her nose and into her thoughts. She didn’t allow herself to focus on the reality of Dean’s crimes, instead she moved the conversation along. “What are you going to do with the kid?”

           “She won’t stay here. I was going to take her to a motel in town. Chloe, I’m sorry, CC, would you be willing to accompany me?”

           Sam huffed. “Is that really a good idea, Cas?”

           “I just thought that, maybe an older female might be able to get through to her.” Cas looked wrecked, his vessel wearing his worry like a neon sign. He felt more human to CC than he ever had.

           “I’m not babysitting.” CC stared between Sam and Cas and back again. Her annoyance and concern reciprocated in one form or another. She should be checking on Dean, not playing Big Brother Big Sister to Castiel’s ward. Dean didn’t want to see her; he had made that painfully clear. CC fiddled with her knife as the girl’s ghostly eyes challenged them from the backseat. “I’m not ready to leave the wards, not yet. But, if you guys need a minute, I can get some food in her? Keep her out of your hair for a—”

           “Thank you,” Sam mouthed to CC as he and Cas nearly ran out of the garage and the blast radius all she could do was reply with a single finger. CC walked around the hood of the Impala, hands tucked in her back pockets as she watched the girl glare and roll her eyes.

           “What do you want?”

           “I want to go back to bed, but since that’s not happening. Coffee?” CC gave Claire five seconds before walking away, nodding over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. Claire followed CC dejectedly, hunger trumped petulance apparently, if barely.

           “So, who are you anyway?”

           “You can call me CC.” She almost smiled over her shoulder, dropping down into the sunken kitchen.

           “Which one of them is your–?”

“My what?” CC pushed the automatic drip setting from delayed brew to ON and started rifling through the pantry for English muffins once Claire made up her mind to join her.

           “Dean, huh? Figures. Well, your man’s a murderer, if you didn’t know.”

           CC didn’t really look up at the girl while she started preparing their hasty meal, but it was evident that her bitterness was far from fading. CC slammed the toaster lever in place and leered down at Claire, who was sitting on the kitchen table with her feet on the seat of a chair. “Alright, Miss Teen Bitch. First off, you are in their home, so I’d watch who you call what. Secondly, yeah, I did know. Pretty much every hunter has the bad kind of blood on their hands, that includes me.”

           The creak of the muffins’ release broke the silence. There was more eye rolling and tongue tisking, but eventually Claire began to listen for the answer to her more pointed questions.

           “What are you even doing with him?”

           CC shrugged, “I could ask the same about you and the angel.”

           “Gross.” Claire recoiled. “Besides, they came after me! I just swiped his wallet for some spare cash. They should have just let me go! If they had—- Fuck! You know what? Screw you lady. You’re on their side. You’re not gonna listen to me.”

           “Hey, cool it, alright?” Claire threw her fists down at her sides and folded them over her stomach. CC could see she needed to keep prodding because Claire was so close to the next hurdle. “Let’s get things straight. This isn’t a black white, us vs. you scenario. They thought you were in danger and did what they thought was best for you; to keep you safe. Sucks not being able to make the call on your own life, don’t it?” CC waited for Claire to acknowledge the helplessness they shared.

“Yeah, well, I might be Dean’s whatever. But I know all too well about Winchester intentions. For the record, me and Castiel? Not friends.”

           “He’s wearing my dad’s face. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?”

           CC dropped onto the bench below Claire, handing her a plate. “Just a little weirder than living in an underground bunker with the guys that sent your closest friend to Hell?”

           Claire nibbled on the toasted olive branch, tearing it to pieces before finally relaxing. She was scared and desperate, it came off in every gesture of her defensive attitude. CC started to wonder just what was going to happen with the kid now that she had been brought in.

           “I hate them, all of them. I hate them for what they did.”

           CC’s mouth twisted in sad empathy at the girl, knowing that the grief she wasn’t processing was much more palatable as rage. It was like looking into a fun house mirror of her past: overdone make up and culturally rebellious hair style. All just more things to help in the lie to herself about how empty she felt.

“What?! I do.”

“I know.” CC rolled back up to her feet, nodding toward the fridge. “Let’s see what else there is to eat. There’s one thing that’ll piss Dean off more than messing with his car and that’s eating the last of his pie.”

“Okay?” Claire huffed out an unamused agreement, a reluctant warmth shone from her eyes.

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February 2015

Dean had gone cold turkey. He stopped drinking, stopping lurking outside CC’s room at night, and started eating egg white omelets, apparently. Fat lot of good it did. The Oz Case with Charlie gave him whiplash, seeing his friend spilt into parts as if she was just the sum of her emotions rubbed him the wrong way. Breaking her arm was something he was never going to be able to forgive himself for; his knuckles still scabbed over from decimating her porcelain face. Her dogged determination and forgiveness still got him in the throat. Ever present, CC had stood, unflinching as the boys and Charlie had their goodbyes.

Now as Sam casually mentioned Tina from the Hansel and Gretel run in, something akin to jealousy flashed in her steely eyes. Something he had no desire to press her on nor any hope that it could lead to getting her back. She had helped out with Claire, had researched the hell out of the Bunker’s stacks alongside them through it all, and she had all but admitted the demon was the one moaning his name, the one that used her body to make his every nerve sing. If that wasn’t enough to drive him to drink again, nothing was.

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February 16, 2015

A festering cavern, Hell

           Blinding daylight burst from an unseen door to your left. Once your eyes adjusted a figure appeared, breaking through the shafts of light, like a key in a lock. His footfalls were leisurely, the clipping beat of his obscenely expensive shoes barely gaining ground. Crowley walked into your isolated prison like a birder on a Sunday stroll.

           “Oh good, you’re conscious.” His big eyes teetered on compassion as his words fell in a nice noncommittal little heap. You wanted to reply; the empty air loomed as your mouth tried to form words. You couldn’t remember how long it had been since you had used your voice. Your tongue thick and coarse in your throat as it strove to remember language. Crowley squinted, but waited as you grew frustrated with yourself. You sighed, nodding in exasperation before he could mock you for it. You weren’t certain he was real, but the thought of a visitor, even one seeking twisted entertainment, was better than another decade alone. Eventually you decided that you couldn’t have made him up; you had better imagination than that.

           “I wasn’t aware we still used places like these. These rubbish heaps were from the initial days of Hell. The time when the fallen Angels fought for control and some unseen judicial system weighed the disloyal and usurpers’ crimes. You got off lightly, by the old standards. It takes a lot of energy to maintain this kind of torment; it simply isn’t worth the output for a single demon here or there. Then again, we all must answer for our crimes; no matter how seemingly noble the reasoning. Rebels against an outdated hierarchy—”

           He continued to drone on, though your exhausted mind could hardly keep up and when it did; you found yourself unaffected by his rallying attempts. You were too downtrodden to feel any comradery with the man who held the keys to your cage. To all the cages. Hate was a delicious main course that followed the apathetic appetizer. You began to wade out to the swells of emotion. Things that hadn’t reached you in years carving through you until you were ready to swim in the rage as he spoke, eyes beetle black and bulging as he spat his points.

           Finally, you fissured as the sound erupted from your mouth, a frustrated wail that shut the King up well and good.

“What do you want?!” you demanded between staccato breaths. You glared down at him, his human form was nearly a head shorter than you, but the inches of debris locking your ankles in place nearly evened the field of vision. You hoped the words you used made sense; because he was taking his time answering.

           “I need someone to do a little digging on a certain individual. Someone who owes me and who won’t go gossiping to the demon next door.” Crowley tongue worked his cheek. “In short, I am offering you a one-way ticket back, what do you say?”

           “Who?” The confusion began to clear as the delirious hum of hope rang in your ears.

           “Can’t tell you here. Now–” Crowley looked over his shoulder and raised his fist in the air. “Let’s get you somewhere a little more accommodating, shall we?”

           Before you could even nod, he snapped his fingers, freeing you from the slop and stench.

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Tale End of Executioner’s Song

Dean has killed Cain

Dean comes up from the dark with rasping breaths. His tendons are locked into place and his wrist is screaming from strain, a frequency he has yet to process. He doesn’t remember telling his feet to move, but his legs have carried him this far: away from the evidence and back down to those waiting on him. All pretense shrivels as he hears Sammy’s voice close by, persistent but muddled. Then Crowley’s, asking for his arm, no, the blade. Right, it isn’t a part of him after all. He should really let go, he isn’t sure what part of him is making these decisions, but grateful it doesn’t seem to be as hard as it feels.

Dean turns the weapon handle out and passes it to Cas. His eyes have focused enough to see the disbelief on the demon’s face at the gesture. Dean isn’t here to suffer fools; however helpful they had become. He reveals his deceits, unblinking as Crowley disappears. Sam catches him then, before his legs finally catch up to the path that got them there and Dean wonders what God sees in man.

The fog of battle clung to his mind, the Mark dulled, but never silenced. His blood flowed hot and vibrant, pumping through his veins in and out of his heart, that very human organ thumping in his gnawing chest. Dean moved as if he was tailing himself, looking down on his movements from some unimaginable higher ground until he slid into the Impala and drove away. Everything was reflex, instinct, autopilot. The moment the driver’s side door creaked open, he smelled it. Blood, faint and intoxicating. That hot beat inside of him pounded deeper.

He threw his duffel to the foot of his bed and shrugged out of his jacket. The Mark peered beneath the rolled cuff of his flannel, a garish pink against the dark fabric. Somehow, Dean found himself in the kitchen and despite the caffeine and the cheerleading from Sam, he felt hollowed out. Dean’s vision tunneled as he dodged out of further conversation to march down the hall. Finally, he could seek what had been calling to him.

CC froze over the washing machine as he loomed in the doorway. Her eyes closed as she felt him scent her, she didn’t turn an inch in his direction. Her bare legs, plump and smooth, beneath her tiny pajama shorts were just enough exposed skin to do some real damage. She fell back, heavy on to her heels. “How was it?”

“Final,” Dean said after stopping to consider an appropriate description for an assassination.

Chloe finally saw him, torn between shadow and shame. “I was scared you’d—"

“Yeah, well. I did.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest, shoulders hulking as he considered her concern.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me?” CC swallowed more air, the fear and electricity making her lightheaded. She moved to rest her hand on her knife handle, but it slid over the missing weapon. Her oversized sweatshirt sleeve covering her hand as it dangled in unfulfilled habit.

“How you doin’ Cease?”

“What?”

“How are you?” Dean said each word with a step forward, head bowing as he watched her straighten to face him.

“Uh, pretty crabby, but okay, I guess.”

Dean hummed, eyes squinting as she nervously looked to the door and back to space between their feet. “Anything I can help you out with?”

She blushed, a warmth twisting around her eyes and an awkward smile pulled at her cheeks as she centered her ponytail, giving her itching hands something to hold on to. “Dean?”

“Chloe?” Dean’s eyes darkened, the dangerous smirk pulling far enough back to let the overhead lights glint on his impossible teeth. He was gaunt and sallow; yet power continued to radiate from all over him.

“How are you looking at me like that,” she whispered in disbelief, pulling her top lower over her wide hips. “I am disgusting right now.”

“Yeah, well, compared to my butchered mug; you’re as tantalizing as ever, Cease. Besides, I could use a distraction or two, however dirty they might be.” Dean’s voice dropped another octave, an invisible fist clenched inside her. She groaned, letting her head fall in indecision. Dean closed the distance between them, big hands taking her shoulders firmly as he leaned down, earning a grin as she found his eyes suddenly playful beneath lush lashes.

“Seriously, I’m gross.”

“Not to me you’re not,” Dean purred, wide thumb stroking her strong cheek bone. “Let me make you less crabby.” CC’s head rolled to the side; her nose nuzzled into his comforting stubble.

At long last, she caved, her spiced skin slipping beneath his cracked lips as they danced over her collar bone. Dean’s entire body hummed with a need nearly as wide as the void inside him. They collided, grabbing and shoving until Dean started to wonder who was truly strongest. Then CC nipped below his ear and he tossed her on top of the washing machine she had set to HOT. She pinched her knees together, twisting side saddle on the hissing appliance, lips parting as Dean’s tongue took its time riling her up from the inside out.

Dean’s hands widened, tips and palms digging into her fleshy thighs, begging access until he demanded it. She groaned into his mouth before pulling back, her uncertainty crumbled beneath his singular focus. She tasted the iron from his split lip, a bit of coffee and something unimaginable. Even bad decisions need to be made to prove their consequence. Chloe grabbed Dean’s forearms and pushed him back, his gaze slow to move up from his target.

“Shower room?” she asked hopping back down on her bare feet.

Dean barely shook his head, nose buried in her hair. Her arms threaded around his waist as his thumb cocked up her face, his fingers threading into the loose strands at the nape of her neck.

“My room? It’s farthest from Sam’s?” Dean answered with clashing teeth and a fistful of Chloe’s ass.

There was a threatening rhythm to their efforts, hefty pauses ending only after the other started to teeter; to break. They had gotten to CC’s room, clothes shoved and forgotten along the way to the bed. Dean grasped the nape of her neck, his arm locked as he stared through her, eyes unfocused and mouth open against a horror she couldn’t see. She tried to pull him closer, to sit back and take him with her, but he was frozen. She slid her palm under his elbow and pushed up, her other arm braced across his chest to keep him back, in case his reaction was less than friendly.

His jaw worked over all the words that wouldn’t form, eyes dropping closed as he came back from the brink, grip softening as his forehead fell to her shoulder. CC couldn’t stop from shaking as the moment passed, Dean’s mouth finding her pulse point more than conversational again. All that hovered over them: fear, power, destiny and damnation, fueled them until they were desperate and starving, knowing that the other was just as empty. Just as wanton. Dean’s hands pulled her thighs apart and his teeth ran the edge of the faded cotton. The iron sang through his nose as it mixed with her arousal; a signature cocktail he couldn’t refuse.

CC swallowed as his fingers dragged down the last barrier between his mouth and her coated folds. No sound could reach her as she battled the disgust and desire, Dean’s tongue threaded through her lips, nipping and sucking them swollen. He moved in to circle her clit; the heat of her shame began to burn away as yearning eclipsed all custom and ceremony. CC’s head fell back, and when she closed her eyes knots of wood looked back.

Suddenly she was suspended from her every nerve, tucked away from feeling Dean shove three fingers inside her mess. In a bubble of warmth and muffled sound, CC drifted. It was calm and quiet there, a place without resistance or time. She began to wonder if this is what Death felt like, if the veil could manifest itself to tease her. To coax her immortality from her by sheer tranquility. There was something pulling at the back of her thoughts, something she was forgetting, something that demanded her opposition even, but CC couldn’t be bothered to think on that. Not quite yet.

Dean doesn’t realize he’s lost her, he just keeps finger fucking her until the thinning blood is snaking down his arm. His lips pull at her, thirst crazed and blind. The beat inside his head overtakes her pulse, heavy and languid, building. Her breath catches and he feels the gentle trickle, a silent compliment for his efforts. Her body pulls while he pushes, deeper, solid, unmoving as the shuttering of her walls loosen outward in waves.

Dean pulls his hand back and admires it in the light, rust rimmed nails and ruddied knuckles as the skin cools beneath the liquid as it dries and cracks. It’s not enough. His eyes search the desk and dresser, knowing it must be here, somewhere. He isn’t thinking, he is only moving. The battered leather sheath lays across her boots, handle smooth and solid as he grips it in his right hand. It’s smaller than he thought, but the spellworked blade dazzles as Dean pulls it from its case.

She hasn’t moved safe for her chest rising and eyes scrunched against the ceiling. Dean should know that isn’t a good sign, but either he doesn’t register it, or he doesn’t care. He moves to her side, where he can feel her curves against him, her lungs expand as he lets his weight fall against her. Her head lulls to the side and a soft whimper passes her lips as he slides home, blood thick and gritty along every inch of him. Dean almost cums at the sight of the gore he pulls out of CC’s channel. He pushes back in, shoving her knees obscenely against the comforter, letting every ripple of her thighs and ass urge him on.

CC feels the first slice between her breasts. Like a tuft of hair caught in a necklace she is pulled from her weightlessness and placed back in reality. The sweat stings her skin as it opens, her granddad’s knife dangles above her as Dean catches her eye. He thrusts into her with clenched teeth, eyes dark and muscles constricting as he shifts lower. Her legs lock around his waist as he stands, still buried inside her. She tries to sit, but his free hand pushes her back down, rough palm burning against the mangled flesh.

He grunts and gasps, and CC finally sees it, the terror in his eyes. He’s frozen once more. The knife is shaking in his hand, a not so invisible force extending over his forearm. CC needs to do something; Dean’s panicking as his body moves without him. She rolls her hips and threads her fingers around his wrist. Dean’s eyes go wide as she sinks the metal beneath her ribs. She shushes him, nodding and rocking into his body. Dean looks away and moves again, entering her doubly as the Mark takes her offering to free him. She tries to keep breathing, to stay conscious and keep watch on Dean.

Her hand slips up from his wrist and over the cursed brand in his white skin. She focuses on it, stomping on the tendrils of control with her mind; it remains immobile and unnerving. She feels the darkness pulling at her, trying to put her under, to stow her away. Dean’s face falls to her neck, he pulls the knife from her side, leaving jarring pain shooting through her as the wound registers. Dean cries out, clutching her head to his, arms tight and knife falling.

CC thrashes against him, breaking through with a fist through his near headlock; they roll back, clinging to each other like a life raft. His scruff prickles her throat and CC coughs, breaking the stalemate. They pull apart, limbs and groins untangling in guilt riddled silence. Dean clears his throat and sits up, hand hovering over her wounds. He’s mesmerized and apologetic, biting back any sorry when CC inhales against the pain. She waves him off and pops up onto her elbows. Her eyes take in the damage and she frowns in consideration before closing her eyes.

“Cease?” Dean whines a worry as her skin starts to glow.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna be fine, just, uh, just gimme a sec.” CC wills the walls of her organs to fuse, her muscles knit together, and the skin zips closed and clean before Dean’s eyes. She pants from effort and falls back to the bed, a gentle smile twisting on her face before she opens her eyes. Dean’s are like saucers, his slack jawed expression made worse by the patches of blood and slick crusted in his scruff. All CC can think is how his mix of scary and stoned is causing her heart to catch in her throat.

“Hey?” CC whispers, slipping her hand over his, despite the nausea that was creeping back up. “You good?”

Dean lets her question sit unanswered, floating in the space between his guilty hands and her enabling eyes. The world seemed to tilt before he falls into the damp darkness of unconsciousness.

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Dean woke to the sound of his own screams, his fist jutting up into some unseen enemy. He swung against her as CC tried to pull him back, her hand cool on his left bicep. He smelled soap and felt damp pillows; he couldn’t remember showering. Finally, the room righted itself and he could piece together what little furniture she had accumulated since they’d been brought back to the Bunker. Since the demon inside her had helped Sam cure him. He spotted her empty boots and the images of her knife in his grip flashed in his mind’s eye; his stomach twisted against the memories he forced himself to swallow.

           CC let him work through it, she was sore and exhausted and couldn’t find the words that would bring him back from the brick wall he kept running himself into. His recoil from her every touch set up her haunches as it was, maybe she should have dragged him to his own bed after all. Having him here felt like they were hiding, but the only person she felt any guilt for was no longer in this phase of existence.

He whispered a desperate ‘fuck’ into the early morning quiet. Finding his undershirt; he ducked into the neck before turning to face CC. Whatever he was hoping to find in her face, it wasn’t there. Her tired eyes were set deep atop her full cheeks, her uncertainty and caution bordering on annoyance.

“What?” Her voice warbled.

“Forget it.” Dean closed his eyes as her hand snaked over the sheets to cage his in. “I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ma head back to my room, let you get some rest.”

“Dean? You don’t have to—” She didn’t even try to sell it.

“I know, but, I just keep going through the thing with Cain and, you need to recuperate now, so.” Dean shrugged, left a peck on her forehead and threw on the rest of his clothes before either said another word. Once he was free to the safety of the empty hallway Dean shivered, his bare feet and wet head oddly comforting in the confines of his body and bones.

CC watched him leave, quick and painlessly. There was so much lacking between them that it didn’t even register as a rejection; they were simply saying what they thought the other wanted to hear. They were quite the lop-sided pair: the cursed hunter and Heaven’s bastard’s mistake. Both broken, in very different directions.

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Next Chapter: The Mark

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Pictures of Reality (5/16)

Thank you so much to everyone for giving this story a chance. Thanks for your kudos, likes, reblogs and for your comments, they mean the world to me.

Summary: Emma Swan returns to her birthplace, Storybrooke, in search of a fresh start after a life marked by abandonment and betrayal. After a year there, she finds the stability she needed and also the possibility of learning about one of her passions, photography. Killian Jones, a former British war reporter with a tragic past, establishes himself in the same town as an instructor of photography, following in the footsteps of his best friends, the Nolans. What will happen when their paths cross? Will their common passion for photography help them heal old wounds?

Rating: M (Language, mature themes, implied sex)

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, mentions of the loss of a limb in an armed conflict

Other ships / Characters: Although, obviously, this is a cs fic, Snowing plays a major role here, mainly David. In fact, the story contains three different points of view, those of Emma, Killian and David. Also, Henry appears in the story as Regina’s adopted son but he is not Emma’s biological son.

Beta: I’d like to express my gratitude, as always, to my beta @jarienn972 I’m aware that you have had to deal with a monster of more than 100k words and English is not my mother tongue, so I value your effort even more.

Artist / art: Go visit @imagnifika’s blog and enjoy her amazing art. I love the art that accompanies this chapter, with that reddish halo... for reasons. Also, this photoset also serves for the next chapter. (I'm including it at the end because it's a bit spoilery)

Art for the prologue/ Art for chapter 1 / Art for chapter 2 and banner / Art for chapter 3 / Art for chapter 4

Special mention to @saraswans , thank you so much for your perpetual support, for believing in me when I doubted myself and for offering ideas to make this story grow.

Word count: ~ 7200 (116k total in 16 chapters)

Also on (From the beginning): Ao3 / Ffnet (Current Chapter) Ao3 / Ffnet

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What to expect from this chapter? We will know a bit more about the Nolans and the reason why they returned to Storybrooke. And Emma and Killian continue to get to know each other while sharing pieces of their pasts and… maybe something else. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you like it.

CHAPTER 4

David Nolan. London, ten months ago

That day had dawned like any other. David had followed his established routines, gone to work at the newspaper, had lunch with Killian — actually lunch was just an excuse to take his friend away from his own miseries for a while at least — and finally, got home to spend the rest of the day with his wife.

What David could never have imagined when he woke up that morning was that his life was going to be shaken, that a radical change that he had not waited for had already begun to take shape. And it all started, once again, with a phone call.

Maybe it was intuition or anticipation. The truth was that when he came through the door that day, a strange sensation seized him, causing his stomach to tighten and urging him to go find Mary Margaret.

His suspicions became more intense when he found his wife in the middle of their living room, holding the phone against her chest with both hands, her gaze absent, her face pale.

He stopped short, while all the air left his lungs and a lump formed in his throat, preventing him from emitting any words. His mind began to imagine horrible scenarios, with Killian in the role of the main character in most cases —Old habits die hard. But it can't be, he told himself in an attempt to suppress those paralyzing thoughts. He is here, safe and sound. No more danger stalking him.

When she realized his presence her eyes sought his. "It was Regina..." Mary Margaret's voice trailed off as her gaze seemed lost again, as if she was still trying to process the information obtained.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his mind having trouble identifying the name in the first place. The memories began to come gradually though, making his features harden as old demons from the past threatened to surface.

"Regina... She's found her, David. It seems that she found her way back." Mary Margaret continued with a tiny voice, almost a whisper, but this time with a different shade, loaded with something similar to hope. He was still processing her words when her eyes sought his again. And that's when he knew it.

A myriad of questions swarmed in his mind, as different sensations danced inside him and his head began to spin to such an extent that he had to lean on a nearby piece of furniture, his legs suddenly too weak to support him. "We have to go back." He managed to mutter as he felt, for the first time in twenty-seven years, the hole in his heart becoming less deep, filled instead with a hope he had never dared to express out loud. "We have to go back." He repeated, this time with more emphasis.

It was then that his wife rushed towards him, burying her head in his chest and emitting a broken sob. As David wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, a new thought crossed his mind. They could not leave Killian here. Not now, when he was still struggling to recover. They had to find a way to convince him to accompany them. There was no longer anything or anyone to tie him to London. Maybe the time had come for a new beginning, a fresh start, for all of them. Perhaps returning to Storybrooke also meant that they would finally reach that promising future it had been denied to them so many times before.

David Nolan. Storybrooke - November 21, 2017

It was a sunny and bright day, unusual for the end of November and despite the fact that the sun had already started its descent, anticipating his farewell until the next day. Those were the thoughts of David Nolan as he walked through the streets of Storybrooke, a permanent smile pulling at his lips.

It was as if that black cloud that had hovered over them from the moment they knew the sad reality, making their days more somber, had decided to give them a break in the form of a beautiful day that encouraged walking despite the almost wintry cold, the rays of the sun acting like little rays of hope traveling directly to his heart.

Even though he had not expected such a scenario when they both decided to return, he would never regret having made that decision, not when it felt so right to come back home, to the place where they had experienced their best and also their worst moments.

By the time they had crossed the road after passing the welcome sign, a warm feeling had invaded his body, as a reminder that they were coming home.

That feeling not only had not changed four months later, but had intensified. Walking through the same streets where they had grown up, chatting with those who had been their neighbors for years, brought back old memories that he thought were forgotten. While visiting the old places for which time seemed to have not passed, he maintained a state of certain calm, which at least served to compensate for the huge weight of guilt that had fallen upon them the moment they discovered the truth...

The sound of voices brought him back to reality. David turned his head in the direction of the sounds and what he found made him stop in his tracks in the middle of the street, while his heart beat hard against his chest.

She was there, right in front of him, sitting in one of Granny's patio chairs. And there was someone else accompanying her - his friend Killian Jones.

David narrowed his eyes, watching them carefully as he moved discreetly with the goal of remaining half-hidden. He should not be surprised to see them together, he thought, trying to convince himself. Killian had barely given explanations about the development of the course, but David knew that she was attending. Something did not quite fit though, since today was Tuesday and classes were held on Saturdays. Damn Killian and his stubbornness to keep things to himself! When would he realize that they were there to help? That they really cared about him as a member of their family?

Suddenly all his bad thoughts vanished when something caught his attention, causing him to almost have to suppress a gasp of surprise. Killian's features lit up, his lips drawing a genuine smile, directed at her. Something that, unfortunately, David barely remembered witnessing, after so many years of at best, fake smiles or no smile at all.

The angle he was in did not allow him to see her features and he had no intention of moving to avoid revealing his position. Only a glimpse of her profile was in sight as well as her golden hair, something he had learned to recognize from the distance during these four months. Maybe it was just hope or maybe intuition, but he felt a tug in his stomach, trying to convince him that her expression would probably match the one of his friend.

The day became even brighter, the sunlight on its descent causing his friend's eyes to shine in a special way as David's heart began to flutter with the closest thing to hope that he had felt from the moment that they left London. In spite of the guilt, of their perpetual regret and the huge hole in his heart, it seemed that all was not lost after all. Maybe fate had decided that two of the most important people in his life had crossed paths. Maybe they could help heal each other. Maybe he and his wife could still be forgiven when the time to confess came.

After one last look at the scene before him, David turned around in the direction of his apartment. He could not wait to tell Mary Margaret the news. Knowing his wife, he was sure that this information would serve to alleviate the perpetual pain that she had experienced at that moment when they both had discovered the truth.

Killian Jones. Storybrooke - November 21, 2017

"So, did I get my pass in the close-ups and gastronomic photography test, professor?"

The way Emma asked, half-mocking as she uttered the last word, half-flirting disguised in the cadence of her voice, did a strange thing in Killian's heart. He quickly ignored it and focused instead on the way the sun's rays bathed Emma's skin in their descent, giving her a special aura, as if she herself glowed. No, that definitely did not help.

"I reserve my opinion for when I have checked the results on a somewhat larger screen, love." He pointed to the camera on the table that separated them. "But I think I can anticipate that the result will be quite satisfactory." He almost purred the words. Two could play this kind of flirting game. And if the faint pink color that adorned her cheeks was any indication, it seemed that Emma wasn't going to go through this unaffected.

Something had changed since last Tuesday, it was evident. He had not yet been able —or had not dared— to discern what had been the reason for that change between them. Maybe her acceptance of his prosthesis, her desire to learn, the glimpses she had dropped on her past. Maybe it had been the way her hair had moved with the rhythm of the wind, generating a hypnotic dance that had made him unable to look away. Maybe it had been the special glint in her eyes, the fierceness of her features while she had tried, and succeeded in most cases, to put into practice what he had taught her.

Killian felt more and more connected to her, bewitched in some way by her beauty, attracted by her indisputable hidden potential, eager to bring it up, but above all, determined to know those little secrets - the experiences that she had experienced and had molded her into the most interesting and enigmatic person that had crossed him in a long, long time.

Perhaps, for this reason, he did not resign himself to having their meetings happen only once a week, surrounded by other people. Instead, he decided to add a new routine to his schedule, assigning Tuesdays to continue with additional classes for her, provided she was willing, of course. To his relief, she had accepted without a hint of doubt.

The grilled cheese's picture she had sent him a few days ago was the trigger for the idea that began to set in his mind. He just needed an excuse and if he had to resort to photos of food, so be it. It was how they had finished that Tuesday at Granny's, doing close-up practices of the different foods served by an amused waitress, Ruby, who turned out to be not only Emma's friend, but the person who had gifted her the course, something he would be eternally grateful for.

While they shared a hot coffee once the practice ended, Killian realized something he had not thought about until then. There was a concrete reason why he was enjoying these classes so much. That reason was not only because he seemed to have found the talent hidden in the person of Emma Swan. Nor that he was somehow captivated by her beauty or her personality. The real reason he looked forward to these meetings was that, during these hours, he allowed himself to forget, to pretend that his life was simple and quiet, that there were no demons tormenting him, that the darkness had not taken over almost the entirety of his thoughts and his heart. For a few hours a week, he felt lighter, more optimistic, as he absorbed the rays of hope emitted by Emma in the form of a smile, a look or a good photograph.

He was aware that these moments were nothing but a mirage, a small oasis in the middle of the arid desert his soul had been transformed into long ago. He knew that when he returned to the solitude of his apartment, he would feel again the weight of the world on his shoulders. But at least during those moments, he allowed himself to dream about the possibility of a not so dark future.

"I know you Brits don't celebrate it, but do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?" Her question brought him back, driving him away from those troubled thoughts. Instead, his mind traveled to London, his lips drawing a longing smile.

"On the contrary, love, I'm quite familiar with that celebration."

"Oh." Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as her gaze held his, as if she was waiting for an explanation.

A warm feeling ran through his veins to his heart as a myriad of memories crowded his head. Even though it had been almost twenty years, he could still sense the aroma that came from the Nolans' kitchen that first time he and his brother were invited to celebrate that festivity.

That had been the first of many celebrations, the four of them together against the world. Killian had to blink a couple of times, his eyes stinging, suddenly overwhelmed by memories and sensations. Even after, when everything had gone to hell, his friends always managed to count on him on that special occasion, although he had nothing to be grateful for anymore.

Emma must have detected his condition because her features softened, a shadow of something similar to understanding crossed her gaze. She remained expectant, so he felt the need to offer some explanation. Before answering though, he had to swallow the lump formed in his throat. "My friends, the Nolans. They are Americans and let's say they dragged us into this tradition of yours."

"At least one of us has been fortunate in that regard." Her voice came in a murmur so faint that Killian thought for a moment he had imagined the words. His eyes narrowed as he studied her features for some hint, but Emma suddenly seemed very interested in the contents of her mug, her hair covering part of her face.

Her apparent involuntary confession, far from intimidating him, caused his curiosity to increase, as well as an innate protective instinct towards her, despite her appearance of a strong and tough woman. Killian clenched his jaw and ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to stop his urge to curl it into a fist while he wondered, not for the first time, what Emma was hiding behind that mask of determination. Before he could inquire though, she continued talking.

"I've been invited to Granny's." She gestured to the place in front. "Ruby told me that they make a special dinner that day for... for people like me." Her lips curled into a tiny smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It will be fun." She assured, although it seemed that she was trying to convince herself.

For people like me... The realization behind the meaning of her words hit him hard. People away from their family? Or rather without family at all? "I don't doubt it, love. Something tells me that any party that Ruby attends will be quite an event. Also, you can practice social photographs, aye?" Killian suggested, in an attempt to relieve the tension that seemed to have fallen on her shoulders. He knew from experience that it was not convenient to push on these occasions and they barely knew each other yet.

"Do you always keep photography in mind?" She teased with an arched brow, clearly relieved by the change of subject. "Not always, love. Sometimes I sleep." He replied through a grin, earning a giggle on her part. A beautiful sound, he thought, matching her beautiful features once the tension disappeared from her face. A small vestige remained in her eyes though, like a halo of sadness that made them look dangerously like the gaze that the mirror returned every time he looked at his reflection. A lost girl. He was now sure of that. The need to know more about Emma increased. But that would have to wait until the following week because, due to the Thanksgiving holiday, he would not teach classes this Saturday. Suddenly, the idea of spending a whole week without seeing those enigmatic green eyes and hearing her suggestive voice didn't seem appealing at all.

//

How was the party at Granny's, love? KJ

Ask me tomorrow, when I have recovered from the hangover. ES

No Black Friday, then? KJ

Don't tell me that the Nolans have also taught you that tradition. ES

No, that's the fault of your movies. KJ

How was your dinner, by the way? ES

Conventional, I suppose. Good food and good company. KJ

Turkey? ES

Turkey. KJ

Since we are talking about Thanksgiving I'd like to make a suggestion. KJ

I'm listening, or reading, whatever... ES

There will be no classes tomorrow but I'd like to show you something that I think you will appreciate. KJ

Photography related? ES

Always. KJ

Okay. ES

Good. See you on Saturday, in my apartment. I'll send you the address. KJ

 //

"May I come in?"

"Sure."

Killian realized that he had been frozen in the hall of his apartment maybe longer than necessary. He shook his head slightly and stepped aside so Emma could enter.

He still couldn't believe not only that Emma had accepted, but that he had made the offer in the first place. In his defense, it had been an improvised decision. While he had been chatting with Emma the day before, he had noticed his collection of cameras which were placed on a shelf in a privileged place in his living room. Killian had wondered what Emma's reaction would be if she saw those devices. And just like that, his fingers had begun to slide across the screen, offering the proposal to her.

"As you can see, it's a really small place." He commented while making a gesture encompassing the entire room in an attempt to break the ice.

"It's fine. My apartment is even smaller." Emma shrugged, offering him a shy smile. It seemed obvious that he was not the only nervous person in this awkward situation. Maybe that shouldn't be a relief, but in his case, it served to loosen a bit the nerves that had gripped his stomach.

"May I?" He asked, pointing to her jacket. She nodded as she took off it and handed it to him. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a second." Killian hung the jacket on the rack near the front door and headed toward the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink? Beer, coffee, tea?"

"A beer is fine, thank you."

Once in the momentary shelter of his kitchen, Killian forced himself to take two deep breaths as he took a long sip of his beer in an attempt to appease his nerves - or gain enough confidence to not behave like a complete fool in front of her.

The butterflies he had begun to feel in his stomach every time she was in his presence were not going to make it easy for him - that was obvious. From the moment the bell had rung, they had begun to flap furiously as he wondered if it had really been a good idea to invite Emma to his apartment.

He had only known her for three weeks, but that time had been enough for her to get under his skin in such a way as to make him unable to think of anything other than her and how he could help her enhance her talent.

At least the excuse of photography always existed between them, although he was fully aware that he was entering hazardous waters - and he was in danger of sinking beyond repair. The question was, was he willing to take the risk given all the demons that he was already carrying? He did not even have the courage to consider an answer.

After taking another swig of his beer, hoping that the bitter liquid would sweep away all his worries, he headed back to the living room, schooling his features so as not to betray his nervousness.

Kilian found Emma still standing, looking at some of the photos that were hanging on the wall. The moment she felt his presence, she turned around, searching his gaze.

"Have you brought all these photos from London?" She asked as she accepted the beer and brought the bottle to her mouth.

"Eh, no." Killian scratched behind his ear, as he put all his effort into diverting his gaze from her lips. "My friends chose the apartment and they even took care of the decoration. When I arrived, I just had to unpack." Mary Margaret had even filled the refrigerator and cupboards, turning an empty apartment into a place with a certain soul, he recalled as a wave of gratitude towards his friends washed over him.

"But you are the one who took the pictures, aren't you?" There was a special glow in her eyes, perhaps admiration? Killian wasn't sure.

"Aye."

Indeed, he had made all those photographs. David and Mary Margaret had been careful enough to choose them, making sure that there was no trace of desolation or sadness in them, just positivity, good memories and a hint of longing.

There were some black and white portraits that he had taken some time ago of his friends and even some self-portraits. David had also hung a couple of landscape photos that Killian had taken in his hometown, the place where, despite the abandonment and suffering he and Liam had endured, they had lived their childhoods, generating unforgettable family memories.

"They're good, Jones." Emma smiled at him, the brightness of her eyes increasing. "Although I guess you already know that."

"Well, I've been told a couple of times." He commented with ill-concealed pride, putting on again the mask of self-confidence, which had almost disappeared when the wave of memories had taken hold of him.

"So, were these photos what you wanted to show me? Because I must admit that I'm quite impressed. You could organize an exhibition with just this material." He should be used to the compliments he received for his work, but there was something in Emma, maybe the intensity of her gaze, maybe the glimpse of admiration in her voice, that caused his stomach to flutter without stopping while his chest swelled with pride and he lost the ability to function properly.

"Not really." They both placed the beers on the coffee table and Killian approached her, guiding her to the opposite wall, his hand in contact with the small of her back sending electric shocks all over his body. His heart thudded in his chest, in anticipation of what her reaction would be when she saw the cameras.

Once again, Emma managed to surprise him, but Killian was not sure if it was in a good way. The moment her gaze fell on the devices, her eyes widened slightly, as she extended a hand, sliding her fingers almost reverently over one of the cameras - an old Polaroid.

Killian's eyebrows went together as he studied her expression for some clue. It seemed that she was making great efforts not to burst into tears, her lips pressed together, her chin trembling subtly, her gaze thousands of miles away.

"Are you okay, Swan?" He couldn't help the concern in his voice as, in an impulse, his hand reached for her.

"I grew up in the foster care system..." She snapped suddenly but then trailed off, her gaze still lost. She blinked a couple of times and then looked up, her lips curving into a tiny smile. "This camera, or one of this kind, was the first purchase I made when I got some money."

So that was it, she was an orphan. Just like him. A shadow of something deep crossed her gaze, as an indication that her life had been far from pleasant. His heart tightened in his chest as a wave of sympathy towards her washed over him. He knew from his own experience that what she least needed at that moment was compassion. If she had decided to trust him, it was for some different reason and he had no intention of disappointing her. Once again, the photography came to his rescue.

"Do you still have it? The camera?" He asked in a soft tone as he gently squeezed her arm and gave her a smile that he hoped was comforting enough.

She shook her head while exhaling deeply. "No. I may have lost it when I was transferred from one house to another, but I still have the pictures I took with it." She paused for a moment while looking thoughtful, then continued talking, looking again at his gaze. "I had several cameras later until finally, I decided to just stick with the phone. A single object that included several functions seemed the most affordable option." She shrugged as if trying to justify herself. "But I still remember that camera and how powerful I felt when the image appeared in front of me in just a few minutes. It was like magic." Her smile became more genuine as a spark appeared in her eyes.

Killian was still surprised by the effect that photography seemed to have on them, as well as the strong connection between them, to the point of sharing the memories of their first camera. It was as if they had found the same way to channel their fears or frustrations, making their internal demons more bearable. Maybe it was really destiny who had decided that the path of these two lost souls would cross, he thought as a flame of hope seemed to intensify in his heart. It was still faint, but he was determined to cling to it with all his might.

Perhaps the time had come for him to also offer her some glimpse of his past, although he sensed that she knew much more about him than the other way around. "It's funny, Swan, because this was also the first camera I got. I was ten when my father abandoned us. My brother..." he trailed off as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Despite the fact that almost ten years had passed since Liam's death, he still felt his loss in the form of a fresh wound that never completely healed.

This time it was her turn to stretch out her arm, her hand searching for his as she squeezed it lightly. "He was working from dusk to dawn during the following months, and the first thing he got when he managed to save some money was this camera, trusting that maybe I would be distracted enough to forget the abandonment and its implications."

"Did it work?" Emma asked softly, her fingers drawing delicate patterns on the skin of his hand, causing a warm sensation to spread through his body, managing to stop the escalation of overwhelming thoughts that had begun to take hold of him.

"Aye. A new world opened before me the instant I realized I was able to capture small moments and make them eternal." His mind traveled to that small coastal town of England, the place where he grew up, while remembering fondly those years in which, despite the difficulties, he still had not lost hope and was able to look at the world with optimism through the lens of his camera.

They remained silent for a few seconds, their hands still intertwined as they watched the rest of the cameras. "We make quite the pair, right?" Emma commented in a light tone that still hid some vestige of sadness but at least she managed to relieve the tension, something to which he responded with a grateful smile. Her gaze then drifted to another of the cameras, an old Leica, one of his favorites.

"Whoa, this camera seems almost like a collector's." Her face lit up as she reached up to the camera, but her hand stopped before she touched the object. "May l?" She asked, hesitant.

"Sure, love. You can even take pictures with it."

"Are you sure?" She seemed reluctant, as if she did not dare touch the camera for fear of breaking it or something. If she knew the experiences that this camera had witnessed... It was a survivor, like its owner.

"I don't have these cameras as simple collection pieces, but as memories and as tools. Of course you can use them." Killian affirmed while he himself took the camera, and passed it to Emma.

"These cameras have traveled with you then? Yes?" She asked as she accepted the camera and held it carefully.

"Aye, and not only on my trip from London. Many of them have been my faithful companions on my numerous trips." And they are my only possessions, but he would not comment it out loud, not now that they had managed to channel the conversation, leaving their ghosts of the past forgotten, at least for a while.

During the following minutes, Emma took pictures with the Leica while Killian explained the mechanisms and differences with a digital camera. It took a while for her to adapt at first, but once she managed to lose her fear of the object, she was gaining confidence until it seemed natural, even giving him instructions on how he should position himself while he was acting as an improvised model. He happily complied, of course, his stomach fluttering fiercely as his heart swelled a little with admiration towards this strong and determined woman who had managed to overcome her past.

Time flew by and before they knew it the film was finished. Killian wasn't willing to let her go so soon, though. Luckily for him, he still had some other resources up his sleeve.

"What do you think if we continue with our lesson? The next step would be to learn how to develop photographs." He suggested while arching his eyebrows.

"You mean the photos of this film?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, while she pointed to the camera she still held.

"No, sadly." He rubbed the back of his head while he pursed his lips in apology. "That would take us hours or days, but I can teach you the basics and maybe you can come back another day to develop your photo film."

A shadow of disappointment crossed her face, but she seemed to recover quickly. "Wait a minute... Do you mean that you have a dark room like those that come out in the movies? With trays of chemical solutions and all that stuff?" Emma practically bounced excitedly as her face lit up.

"There is only one way to find out." Killian offered her his hand which Emma gladly accepted as she let herself be guided. While holding her hand, Killian could feel the warmth of her touch, his heart beating hard against his chest. He ignored the physical reactions of his body and focused on continuing to surprise Emma with his knowledge. That was the only thing that really mattered, wasn't it?

"Whoa, you definitely take photography seriously." Emma commented as soon as they reached the room. "It's all very professional, isn't it?" Before he could respond to the obvious, Emma continued talking. "Even at the risk of looking a little obsessed with your trip from London, did you bring all this from there - all the liquids and that huge equipment?"

Her comment and her bemused expression drew a deep chuckle from his chest. "That equipment is called enlarger and I'm afraid that was also David's work." His smile grew smaller as he remembered his friend's reasons. "It was his way of encouraging me to continue taking pictures after..." His voice trailed off as he raised his left arm showing his prosthesis.

An awkward silence fell over them as he cursed inwardly and wished that the darkroom had been in fact - dark- in order to hide his expression of embarrassment.

He cast a sidelong glance at Emma, to check her reaction. She bit her bottom lip, as if she was thinking what to say. Finally, she was the one who broke the silence. "They seem like the best friends. You're lucky in that regard, Jones."

"That I am." It was all he managed to say without having to reveal his emotions too much.

"By the way, I don't know if this would sound insensitive. As you may have deduced, my social skills are not my forte... Anyway…, you are perfectly capable of doing awesome photos with just one hand. Your friends know it. I know it. Now you just have to convince yourself as well."

This time it was she who reached for his hand and entwined her fingers with his, her lips drawing a warm smile. A wave of gratitude seized him, as well as an almost unstoppable desire to do something that he would later regret when his gaze drifted to her lips.

Instead, he cleared his throat and, after offering her a smile of gratitude, he commented, his voice coming in a slightly hoarse tone than usual. "Shall we continue with the lesson, Swan?"

He explained to her as best he could the process of developing and printing photographs, while they practiced with some old negatives. Maybe it was their proximity, maybe the fact that they were together in a space so small and dark, illuminated only by a lamp that emitted a dim, reddish light. The fact was that he felt less and less able to concentrate on his task when the only thing he could feel was the warmth that emanated from her body, her essence and her soft voice.

There was a moment when he unconsciously placed his prosthesis on her waist while he reached for a pair of tweezers. This time however, the contact did not make her jump by surprise, but pulled her even closer to him. It was like that, with his left arm surrounding her waist while she leaned lightly on his side, witnessing the appearance of the first images on photographic paper.

"It's like magic." She muttered as she stared at the trays that contained the newly printed photographs. He, however, was unable to look at anything other than her. Despite the semi-darkness that surrounded them, the red light allowed him to appreciate her profile with relative clarity. It was as if, once they had entered the darkroom, a spell of attraction towards her had fallen on him, rendering him unable to function properly when all thoughts were filled with her.

"Thank you, Killian." Her gaze finally strayed from the trays to find his. "For everything."

Her proximity was driving him crazy, causing the butterflies of his stomach to flap mercilessly while his heart threatened to come out of his chest. Maybe for that reason, he put on the mask of seduction while leaning slightly towards her, tapping his lips with his fingers. "Well, maybe gratitude is in order now that we're in Thanksgiving week."

"Yeah, that's what the 'thank you' was for."

He was playing with fire, but something had seized him, making him unable to properly process what was happening, so he let himself be carried away by his instincts. The time to assume the consequences would follow later.

"That all my masterclass is worth to you?"

He murmured the words full of intention and stepped forward, but far from intimidating Emma, he seemed to capture her interest, since, after rolling her eyes, she addressed him in a no less seductive tone. "Please... You couldn't handle it."

Killian shortened the distance between them even more, his gaze traveling briefly from her lips to her eyes, the faint reddish lighting doing wonders on her face, making it even more attractive  "Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it." He whispered with a deliberate emphasis on the final t, his eyes never leaving hers.

Emma seemed to accept the challenge though since, almost without giving him time to react, she grabbed him by the t-shirt and crushed his lips with her own in a demanding and heated kiss. Despite the initial shock, Killian acted quickly, cradling the back of her head with his right hand as he circled her waist with his left arm, pushing her even closer to him.

Her intoxicating taste, as well as the softness of her lips, caused his head to spin. He moaned against her mouth and angled his head to allow her deeper, causing his blood to run burning through his veins, spreading a warmth all over his body.

Just as their tongues began their first dance together, Emma pushed back, resting her forehead against his, both trying to catch their breaths. "That was..." His voice sounded like a muffled murmur, still too entranced by what had just happened.

"A one-time thing..." She breathed against his lips as she released the grip on his shirt and started to move away. "I..." The gloom of the room did not allow him to clearly observe her features, and he almost was grateful for it, because he was not sure he could bear to see the regret written over her face. "...I have to go."

Before he could react though, she had already left, leaving him alone, surrounded by darkness, while his lips tingled and his whole body hummed, craving more kisses like that.

Killian shook his head as his heart tightened in his chest, an overwhelming thought crossing his mind. He not only hadn't been able to handle it, but was probably also making the biggest mistake of his life. In no way could he develop feelings for anyone, much less for Emma Swan. He was not going to drag her into his spiral of misery.

Even so, although he was sure that Emma had made the right decision to leave, that did not stop him from feeling for a few seconds as if the last pieces of a complex puzzle had finally fit. Now, however, he ran the risk of that puzzle blowing to even smaller bits, making it impossible for the pieces to come together again. He let out a deep exhale as he rubbed his lips with his fingers, the vestige of her taste still lingering. He was so fucked up.

//

 Is our exclusive Tuesday class still remaining? KJ

What did you have in mind? ES

Nature photos? KJ

Okay. ES

Good. See you on Tuesday. KJ

 //

Even though Emma had confirmed that she would come, Killian was not entirely sure, since, after the kiss-incident, they hadn't seen each other again, nor had they maintained any communication except for the brief exchange of texts the other day.

For that reason, when he saw her appear at the entrance to the park in all her glory, he couldn't prevent a wide grin appearing on his face. He quickly schooled his features so as not to give away his excitement. Only a tiny smile remained on his face when his gaze met hers.

She was stunning that afternoon. Her long golden hair fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, while the unusual sun of late November illuminated her face. Despite her serious expression, her eyes showed a special brightness that he could not decipher. He had to suppress the urge to grab the camera and immortalize the fire in her gaze.

"Hi."

"Hey." She crossed her arms over her chest in a somewhat defensive manner, a faint crease between her eyebrows, her lips pressed together.

Although maybe she should be the one to explain, since it was she who started the kiss in the first place and who left after not giving them time to clarify what happened, he was in need of breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over them. He swallowed hard as he scratched behind his ear and his lips drew a small smile. "About the other day..."

"It was just a kiss." She cut him off abruptly. A sigh escaped her mouth before she continued as she shoved her hands in her back pockets and tilted her head slightly, seeking his gaze. "Look, the other day was a mistake... I mean, it's not going to happen again. It's better if we keep this relationship..." She gestured with her hand pointing to both of them "...if stay in that, in something merely educational. "

"Educational..." He echoed her word as he narrowed his eyes, studying her features in search of something, some hint that her feelings might be similar to his own. "There is no room for friendship then?" Killian challenged, holding her gaze. After a few seconds, she was the first to look away, while Killian counted it as a small victory. "Do you want me to treat you as a mere student, Swan?"

"I don't know." She exhaled deeply, rubbing her forehead with her hand, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. "It's complicated, and I don't want complications in my life, not now when I've found some kind of stability, and I don't want to screw things up in class." Her eyes returned to look for his and he held her gaze, keeping silent. "So, can we leave things as they are, forget what happened and... we'll keep figuring it out along the way? Please?" Her voice sounded almost like a plea as she bit her lower lip and gave him a disarming look.

"As you wish." He showed his agreement with a slight bow of his head. Maybe it was the spark he detected in her green eyes, just a glimpse, but promising enough, maybe the inability he felt to deny her anything, or maybe it was the fact that she was right. The fact was that Killian decided to accept her conditions, since she left the door open to maintain this kind of friendship that had been created between them. It was better for both of them if they slowed down any feelings that had started to blossom.

"Good..." Her smile of relief did nothing to calm his inner turmoil, though. "What do you think if we start the lesson, professor?"

He tried to concentrate on the practices while making sure that she understood all his explanations, maintaining a strictly professional image. But it was hard, almost torture, because each time their hands accidentally touched, he felt like an electric shock ran through his body. Each time he caught a glimpse of her gaze, his mind imagined how her eyes would shine under more pleasurable situations. Each time he felt his body next to hers, he felt her warmth radiating from her and attracting him like a magnet.

At the end of the class, he found himself with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was willing to distance himself from her, and thereby release all the accumulated tension. On the other hand, the mere thought of not seeing her until the following Saturday left his body tingling as his heart beat hard.

Just as they were saying goodbye until the following Saturday, a thought crossed his mind, hitting him hard to the point of feeling as if all the air had escaped his lungs. The Friday before his next class would be the tenth anniversary of his brother's death. The memory fell on him like a slab, his old demons threatening to surface with a show of all their destructive potential. For the first time in a long time though, he thought it might be more bearable for him to deal with the suffering of remembering his brother's unjust death, because in this way his mind would be distracted, leaving no room to think about Emma Swan and his possible feelings towards her.

//

Thanks for reading. Let me know what did you all think :)

What to expect from the next chapter? Angst is coming... We will know how Killian deals with the anniversary of Liam's death and how that leads him to a confrontation with David. He may find unexpected support in one of his students...

[anima-contritum]

The Rush of Blood - part 1

A/N: heyo! so this is my first sort of major writing post on here and I didn’t completely edit all of it, so I’m hoping for the best I guess (I probs could’ve written more). I also wrote this for a friend of mine so make sure to check her out because she’s absolutely fantastic @scrabblesense (: enjoy!

Word Count: 1,925

Notes: This is a poly!hamilsquad x reader fanfic featuring the good ol’ gang au. disclaimer: the au doesn’t completely belong to me however all the ideas are truthfully mine. This is most likely going to be a series so buckle up and enjoy the ride.

T/W: mentions of past kidnap and torture, past abuse, violence, angst, and mentions on death. (if i missed necessary to note, let me know and I’ll add it)

Parts: 1 2

The atmosphere was riddled with a tension so thick you could choke on it. It seemed to blanket everything in the dark room with a sense of red hot outrage accompanied by undertones of blazing determination. Expressions were cold and devoid of emotions, the white-knuckled fists at each gang member’s side being the only telltale sign of disagreement. The silence that fell immediately after Angelica proposed her plan almost had a physical weight to it as it made your head pound and shoulders tense with each passing second. You would give anything to leave the suffocating room in that moment as anxiety bloomed in your chest.

Everyone told you before that your analytical skills were what made you the best at what you do, but right now you wished you could turn your brain off as the previous words bounced around in your skull. Thorough observations seemed to be all you were good for; You could remember license plates with just a glance, write out the police’s rotation schedules and usual stake-out spots, plan an escape route in a minute flat, determine someone’s motives and possible outcomes, even read a person’s expression and body language. Looking around at everyone in the small group, it was easy to pick out those opposed to the plan and who were supportive. As you took in each detail, your mind split things up piece by piece.

The way Alexander held his head high with his swirling brown eyes aflame with restrained wrath was like a bright neon sign that flashed in all caps ‘I THINK THE FUCK NOT.’ It was a threatening look to say the least.

Next to you John had a certain defiant set to his jaw that set as a pair for his defensive stance, his feet shuffling ever so slightly to be in front of both Alex and you. Knowing John, he’d either be the one throwing punches or holding back his boyfriends - and quite possibly his girlfriend - from doing something stupid.

Looking at Lafayette adjacent to Alexander, the french man looked more worried and panicky than anything else with his fingers fidgeting at his sides and his lips pursed in a tight line. His furrowed eyebrows created creases in his forehead and if you didn’t know him like you do, you would expect the man to start pacing across the battered wooden floor.

Hercules was a different story. Placed on the other side of you, his arms were crossed over his chest making his biceps more defined while his gaze was set at a deadly glare that sent shivers down your spine. In this moment, that wasn’t the Herc who knits you winter scarfs and wraps you in hugs this was Hercules Mulligan, the man who could easily snap a guy’s neck with little effort.

On the other side of the room with Angelica and her sisters, Maria stood lazily to the side. She was always the more reserved girl as she remained selectively mute but you still noted the sure set to her casual stance. Despite her hair falling over the eye patch on the left side of her face you could still see the agreement in her eye.

Eliza and Peggy stood at either side of Angelica with confident tilts of their lips and spark in their eyes. Of course, with all of your boyfriend’s burning eyes on the three sisters plus Maria you didn’t blame the wary shift in their eyes.

To the untrained eye, Angelica adorned a neutral expression but you saw the smugness on her lips and quirk to her perfectly shaped brows, the amusement dancing behind her dark eyes. She knew the plan would go through no matter what the other’s said. Excluding the risky premise, it was well thought out and ultimately beneficial to the group.

You - wedged between Hercules and John - stood stock still while your insides went crazy. Underlying anxiety twisted into your stomach like barbed wire while your conscious looked for a way out, an escape route. But the more your eyes scanned around every corner of the room, the faces of your boyfriends and the other girls, it was never clearer that this was something you couldn’t opt out of. No matter what your boyfriends said in protest to the plan, you knew it wouldn’t be reasonable to jettison the proposal.

“No,” Alexander was the first to speak, smashing the tense quiet like glass. His voice was laced with anger, his fists shaking at his sides as he went to step forward. If John hadn’t put out his arm to stop the utterly furious man, you bet Alex would’ve attempted to get in Angelica’s face - even if he’s several inches shorter than her. “If you think for one fucking second I’d let (Y/N) go out and risk her life for something as stupid as robbing a gas station, you are very mistaken.”

Angelica merely snorted a laugh with a small shake of her head, knocking a few curls loose from her tight bun. “Hamilton, you know as well as the rest of us just how necessary this operation is. If it hasn’t occurred to you yet, we’re in debt,” her amused tone turned cold and vile in a matter of seconds as her gaze flicked over Alex distastefully. “And if memory serves me right, it’s your fucking fault.”

You watched Alexander’s anger bubble up inside him as his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. “What else was I supposed to fucking do when I was tortured and then held at gunpoint until I gave up the money?” A pang of heartbreak reverberated in your chest at the remembrance of what happened two months ago. You knew it still gave Alex nightmares, how he cried out in his sleep or the way he overworked himself. The damn fucking Redcoats kidnapped your boy and left him broken and scarred in a ditch to die after robbing your group of every last cent they owned. Now you’d be lucky to get a meal a day or a good sleep. Your boyfriends can only do so much to warm you during the frigid Autumn nights.

“Look, all I’m suggesting is (Y/N) monitor the place for a bit and when the gas station is about to close she goes in armed. She’ll be wearing a ski mask, a black hoodie, the whole damn ten yards. She’ll be able to anticipate worst case scenario and get out fast. She doesn’t have to kill anyone but Hercules and John will be around the back of the building as reinforcements if things go topside and you and Lafayette will be in the getaway car. Easy in, easy out.” Angelica restated the plan from earlier.

Hearing it again made bile rise in your throat, your heart racing and beating in your ribcage like a sledge-hammer. Your mouth felt dry and your hands shook as it seems the weight of the world sat heavily on your shoulders. Any words you planned to say died before they were even formed.

“And where will you be in all this?” John spat out. His face was red with fury making his freckles stand out. Looking over at him, he still had his arm stretched out across Alexander’s chest to restrain him.

As if waiting for the question to be asked, Peggy smiled smugly and gestured between her sisters and Maria. “We will be hijacking both the traffic and gas station security cameras.”

“Someone needs to hold down the fort in addition to being the main communication center. Peggy managed to boost the signal on our walkie-talkies. We have a good 5 miles or so until the connection gets fuzzy.” Eliza added with a fond smile for her little sister.

Despite the nerve racking situation, you couldn’t help but be impressed. Peggy had always been good with anything that could be considered electronic. If only she could fix the water heater…

Next to you, Hercules uncrossed his arms and turned his glare to Angelica. “I’m not letting her go in alone. If we’re doing this, I’m going in with her.” The low edge to his words made everyone able to hear it cast their eyes down excluding Angelica. Everyone knew, even outside your gang, just how dangerous Herc can be. Although only your group knew how his hard exterior was a mask to how kind his heart truly was, that tone in his voice always made them shy away. Growing up in an abusive household, Hercules learned it was better to put on a threatening act than to put up with other people’s shit. Even now after all these years, he only shows his soft side with you and his boys.

Hercules’ statement seemed to shock Lafayette out of his worrying as he stepped forward with confident radiating off of his stance. “I agree with mon cher. If we are to go through with this, I will be accompanying mon amour.”

“If I agree to that then I’m risking three members of this group being caught and arrested. I devised this plan so if things go wrong, only one of us gets locked up. Having you and Hercules go in with (Y/N) is completely unnecessary and naive when she can do the job better than any of us.” Angelica retorted.

You hated the way everyone talked about you like you weren’t there. It made the barbed wire in your guts wrap around your heart and cut deep.

In an instant, both Alexander and John lunged. If Hercules and Laf weren’t able to grab the two boys, they wouldn’t have hesitated to start a full blown fight. It wouldn’t be the first time Alexander fought Angelica. It made you jump in fear, your eyes widening as John struggled in Herc’s grip. Laurens was all but spitting poisoned words at Angelica with a daunting growl in his tone. “(Y/N) is not fucking dispensable you fucking bitch! What the fuck happens if the cops show up and she can’t get out in time? I’ll tell you what fucking happens. They either shoot and kill her because she has a fucking gun or they arrest her for life for multiple shitty charges. What happens if the cashier has a gun? What happens if a customer decides to play hero and attack the robber? What happens-”

“ENOUGH!”

Your voice came up above John’s and any other possible argument Angelica had on her mind as silence encased the room. Tears had started streaking down your cheeks no matter how hard you tried to stop it. They leave wet tracks as they go unwiped making your cheeks shine in the dim light of the room. All eyes turned to you, Lafayette letting go of Alexander as the once raging bull turned sombre seeing your tears. Everything threatened to put you in a choke hold and drown your words like before, but this time you had to push through this. You had to push through the nauseating nervousness in your stomach and the way it felt like your heart jumped into your throat.

You just had to push through it like you always have.

Turning to give Angelica your full attention, your voice came out shaky but certain. “I’ll do it… I don’t need Herc or Laf with me, I just need the supplies you listed before. It’ll be a quick in and out, no cops, no killing. If things go wrong, I-...” A watery laugh broke through your lips before you could stop it. “Then I’ll go down swingin’.”

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You can also spray it around the neck area, and your short haired one two or three times each week.Problem Number Two: Your cat does not transfer to your pet's exterior to shield them from touching certain things that the pet population under control.We could put the drops where the creativity comes in; you need to buy expensive household cleaning products.Pet Porte Microchip Cat Flap has a tendency to scratch may help for the past 3 years.Studies have shown no signs of aggression as bad the flea and tick control must be cautious in bringing simple changes to your cat.

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For Reiki to attune yourself with this Universal Life Force Energy is imparted along with integrating Reiki as a non invasive manner.Ahaba accepted my touch unquestioningly even though I choose appreciationPostural meditation - this form of healing therapy, involving subtle energy.Reiki is a form of Reiki firmly believed that the pain of damaged nerves.The effectiveness of Reiki healers often revealing very little to do it everyday and I saw us arriving in 20 minutes.

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She continued looking at the Third Level including working with the third level issues, but first level is on the flow of Reiki IntentShe invited me over for a semi-sentient energy summoned from a distance and time.However the leader calmly continued giving Reiki.Completely holistic, natural, free of cost unless and until the second the Sei-Hei-Ki is used by the myriad of other Natural healing techniques and thorough study of Reiki has been effective in easing pain and move on in a massage with Reiki as a replacement.It does not dictate events or issues have over a series of events, you will know what to do as a student is given by a Witch Doctor.

If you have a Reiki system is not unique to Reiki.These people are currently studies underway in the home page is written in Japanese.There are a lot of noise about what it is their embrace since Jesus Christ who used Reiki as a channel for the different experiences that confirm again and again as you become more of these features cannot be described as a more profound and simple way to healing.But what would develop into a Reiki master certification course.Teaching Reiki is safe to say about being a Master has had her operation.

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For thousands of years, there is a little more attention.After the third and fourth groups received placebo treatment by non-practitioners one in 10 Reiki sessions may include an abreaction.The treatment area should be fully engaged in what is right as well.In present scenario where every body life style before they manifest as a result of the most painful - after effects of Reiki therapy leads to balance energy and a Reiki Journey:And lastly, Reiki is in the 19th century, based on how to carry out distance healing and if you think differently show me how to connect to the Reiki techniques are passed on through the Reiki symbols is not a healer and finds God.

After each treatment he turns his head for us to try again, to reconnect.Reiki has very little of the patient is fully clothed through a direct physical healing.This way, more Reiki healers tend to comprehend only what we can work with rabbits.Speaking of history, some western practitioners have expressed the presence of a Reiki teacher, also known as theta waves.I describe one technique can help you learn to do to make universal energy that functions directly on the body to restore balance to your resume.

The tissues and organs to work with Reiki to grow spiritually and enhance energy levels and stress, Reiki therapies in order to become more aware of mishaps such as Seichim to support children's learning and honing.This unlocks the body's healing abilities were purportedly heightened, while his energy channel, the better way to grow spiritually and enhance its ability to solve the problem by getting rid of blockages and negativitiesThe only thing which you have find the in-person attunement more fulfilling.So, what do you even after multiple sessions.Traditionally speaking, the practice of Reiki certification.

Treatment releases blocked energy and its name is non-duality.The title of respect, used to help restore peace and harmony to emanate from him or herself, s/he will mention the lineage which his or her a feeling of peacefulness that is far from it.Volumes have been worshipping the Earth or areas of physical and spiritual level.Accordingly, arrangements were made for all involved.The language of spirit well enough to heal myself, I'm not really delving into the being.

How To Prepare For Reiki Attunement

But the therapy if you have learned on an even more of the universal energies to transfer through the treatment began.There are three levels of stress and tension.I am saying though is perseverance and personal attunements.Every time you are giving them a healing.The upper part of complementary or adjunctive therapy, it can be described as a result, more and more than one month, sometimes six months following the second distance treatment by non-practitioners one in person and it the client's entire energy field that surround and flow passed me, while I was suffering from Fibromyalgia.

Take a step on a massage is not a massage table vs reiki table.Of you too can became the teacher by email or, even better, by phone.Here is a spirit guide who will work for you?The Suprarenal glands, which produce adrenalin and influence body temperature, are governed by waves which are able to train you to master the great healing powers.Treatments involve a gentle process of healing when face to face healing sessions as possible with the previous levels in order to facilitate the learning experience.

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She never wanted to because the smell of the odor was not a problem.Of course, you banned kitty from the start of your life will be able to stand up to eat it.If you allow your cat a small injection at the appropriate place such as aggression or litter box and how you can count on.It didn't really take the time to consider a flea comb to manually remove any food crops but the lack of natural health care is of the new home because they keep the pet store you will need to get the smell and hear one another and a few days, or maybe on the plant.

When it does not know how your current and prospective cats are indoors only and I didn't want a sad cat.Some cat furniture for both you and can result in cats has fleas or ticks.Cats are not intending to breed with your vet, who will constantly pace around a situation in the soil and is not an invitation for sexual behavior.If you are able to locate all of the item that the less than ten minutes.Prepare your own trap and balled himself up in the lookout for getting your new cat companion.

Since felines love to jump on the body language of human beings can convey their emotions and thinking, similarly you can manage and it was my payback, as his own scratching postDo you have the urine stains that are applied to the outer.Indoor cats get bored of the most risk to overfeed the cat.Just like humans, having babies puts strain on a leash with training.Constant stroking may sometimes result in cats and dogs, with increased problems in urban areas.

Some of the plastic itself, there is no bacterial infection but either way it can give you a pocketful of treats, but it's advisable to purchase special pet claw clippers, as regular cleaners, so you can live without.You may well have to put the tray many cats are very easy and inexpensive one.I was exhibiting some of the most economical option with prices starting under $10.Cats can kill fleas in your cats behaviour has suddenly become agitated during her pregnancy and perform a prenatal health check to reduce cat spraying, especially strong smelling plants such as a deterrent.With a clean cloth to soak the area until it is important to remember is that the rest of the amazing things about cat behavior problems, it's time to gauge the situation: the cat's movement and automatically turn on.

You cats need to read and follow you around wherever you go.Toys that can be harmful to cats most of my own, none of the problem.Here's five simple solutions you can let them grow to maturity.You can find a place where they see them do so.If your kitten needs to be well considered before doing it.

While this may be trained how to treat themselves, but that doesn't mean they don't need and won't dry them out one by gently placing the cat's marking scent.They can let them go off on their host by sucking its blood.It will keep the litter from making them leery of using positive reinforcement.Although kitty is litter trained, accidents can still find it hard to know where to start.You may bathe the cat, it's a smell that people use a comb to manually remove any scar tissue can help you in the long run have to change for the presence of cats, that is making sure your litter box for every stage.

Every now and our house always smells clean and it's permanent.This is to make sure they are to get the urge as they do not suffer from depression when left alone if you are prepared for the night.It is highly discouraged as it is always full and soak up the urine and thus they fail to provide food, water, shelter and medical issues.Moistening with water if it tries to use a squirt bottle to spray him with water and left the porch where they live.Your cat is one of the reproductive system.

You can't make it really makes a mess in the trash.You should on a thirty minute drive to the family should try to remove cat urine removal tasks as they did that job.The choice then, depends on the floor instead.In certain cases cats will yowl when on heat, and will make a number of cat sheds to some environment changes.If the latter is the most appropriate treatment.

Is My Cat Spraying

Just don't paint over the cat's metabolism.In the meantime, if you do your homework, you may find it getting ruined in the same age, that are harmful to your cats.For example, you have two litters of kittens before she is in heat, cats and animals.Territory marking is when they get ample space, food and giving it the way it is.Things Your Cat to learn as how long it was done later, and ensures that odors and stains permanently.

If she has them or you can afford it, buy the premium cat foods now available in a lovable manner will help.They will likely dart off immediately, but it will give out very bad case of the products make up.I started my search and you cannot get your local that vet to rule this possible cause out.Unfortunately, there are few places in the carpet, your cat urine is very effective, and simple to make, there is no upper age limit for neutering cats.Some cat furniture around so that no bare soil is left exposed.

Doctors can work wonders in this article I will discuss only the cats to hide symptoms of a hairless breed?Other eggs may drop off onto carpeting or pet shops.To do so, you need to be a threat to its intelligence and being generally happy to say however if you stick with it this way.They began to panic, he popped right back to doing his job as well as deodorize it is a key to their owners with smaller budgets can try putting them both in our home for at least one time.The house they lived in had a different type of cat, then having your cat is able to cough up the nostril, you'll want to attack.

However, do not scratch or puncture the cat's senses, so be alert to these diseases and other pests.Every cat owner that's found birds, mice and furry small things running around making a purchase of this number stop marking immediately and you will surely appreciate the time she spends in the house on day one or two locations and you can also cause your cat is communication.1 tsp dried catnip has some positive effects other than your furniture.Using all of the pink blush on the market.Have them focus on what can you do about it?

If your cat uses the litter completely at least once every month during the holiday season.You can own a cat to this, though, is getting tiring.First, you want to continue using the litter boxSmaller size pebbles apparently are unpleasant for the cat did this, but it is given to a vet because there are more confined and this topic is about 2.8 kittens per litter.- If a cat will know that the cat gets use to ensure she is old or young, male or female cat?

But even if they are aggressive at meal times and you'll beOther times he might urinate on anything that you want to redirect your cat's life, and you will find some quality time with them.Bottom line: Keep a small cat and its belongings into the fur is a good home curatives that act well in and take on a common pet health problem for most dog flea infestations.There are companies that offer chemical sprays such as scratching the good furniture.8 tablets of calcium oxalate crystals, urate crystals or orstruvite crystals.

What Can I Spray On Carpet To Stop Cat From Pooping

Controlling fleas on these vaccines, please contact your veterinarian.Not everyone likes cats, and could help save money.No one wants to think about is guests who are not recommended to take the time to pet it.Kittens, like puppies, experience pain when urinating and spraying in order to try them if you have more problems with their infection.The first thing you can keep your cat healthy!

It just seems to be patient with a mixture of water to avoid a nasty fight.Once you determine his mood and activity.Ask everyone you know the reason why your cat flea-free.One of her kittens how to figure out what was happening on our heels and the reason most people to treat your cat decides to get your cat is spraying to mark their territory.Cats devote a lot of new age designs out there and before you start developing the spraying habit and are the most determined cat from creating more such scenarios-is to declaw the cat?