#captain swan prompts

[humblefryingpan]

(Once upon a time au - spoilers for season 3 and I think season 6)

Ngl I kinda loved the Henry/Pan body swap I low-key wish it stayed like that. It probably wouldn't have been great in the actual show but I'd love to see that in a fic/au

Everyone really struggling at fighting Peter because he looks like Henry? Amazing. And I like thinking about if they kept it that way, imagine them trying to raise the kid who looked like their enemy

(this is an angsty and long post)

Rumple looking at his grandson and only seeing his father who betrayed him. Tbh, I don't think he thought of Pan as the same person as his dad in general. Like pre-neverland he only saw him like that twice and it probably would've been more "the boy my dad invented to get rid of me" yk? That's my opinion at least

So Rumpy knowing Henry was supposey fated to kill him and then looking like that guy? He would not have handled that well and I'd have loved to see him having more of a reaction

Killian seeing his stepson and trying to ignore that he looked like the man who killed his brother. Pre-neverland I think he only knew Pan from when he rocked up and tricked him into killing his brother/best friend/only remaining family? So going from that, as well as everything in neverland, to marrying Emma and having to live with someone in Pan's body would've been sad as shit and I'd have loved it. He was dealing with his own guilt a lot when he moved in and I think this would've made it just that little bit worse

Regina and Emma trying to raise their son while looking at the man who kidnapped him. Both of them are definitely "fight first, question later" girls and they would've had to try to unlearn that in order to not hurt their son. Especially since they knew Pan as the guy that kidnapped Henry and the guy that tried to kill them all.

If this happened then the way I'd have done it would be someone finding out he was planning the curse and killing him before he could kill Felix (to stop the curse and also bc I love Felix and I have plans for him). Since he was still in Henry's body when he did the curse I would've said they killed him before he could switch places (I forgot how and when they switched back mb, doesn't affect the au too much right?)

So somebody (Rumple would probably work best but readers choice ig) killed Peter/Malcolm while he was in Henry's body and he got trapped in that body with magic so that he couldn't escape. Since the body would've been messed up when he got killed, Henry stays in Pan's body.

And I mentioned I had plans for Felix - he was clearly very devoted to Pan, like he didn't even get that mad when he killed him. I'm willing to bet that if he survived he still would've defended him. But now "Pan" is actually not Pan, it's the boy Pan wanted to sacrifice and I think Felix would've been pissed about that.

So he'd also be struggling with this entire situation. Losing Pan, but still seeing him in this town. Knowing Henry he'd try to talk to Felix too. Felix would either fully isolate himself, seek revenge on anyone and everyone who took part in Pan's downfall or he'd follow Henry around, trying to cling to any remaining part of Pan's existence. Assuming Regina doesn't kill him that is

Or if you want to stick to the canon show a bit more then Rumpy could kill him after the curse was cast but before he could turn back to himself.

And side note- Peter actually looks more like Emma and Neal's kid tbh. Like Henry looks sort of like Regina's son, and I see the snow white in him, but I don't see the Emma yk? So in the "Emma loses her memory again and thinks she's a regular parent" storyline she'd just assume he turned out more like her, Regina could alter her memory into thinking he always looked like that anyway.

And in that version she'd have the two versions of her memory. One where she sees her son as he always was and then getting the memory of who he actually was dumped on her. And struggling even more with seeing both simultaneously, even worse because Henry also wouldn't remember.

Which brings me to the point of - imagine Henry trying to grow up looking like the guy that took advantage of his kindness like that? Every time he looked in a mirror he'd see Pan instead of himself (and there are a lot of mirrors around when you're being raised by the former evil queen).

He'd see everyone struggling to adjust to him, he'd know why, and he'd probably feel insanely awful about it. He blamed himself for Neverland anyway, now he'd blame himself for everyone's discomfort.

And like I said at the start of this lil au infodump, I don't think it would've worked long term in the actual show. I don't think the writers could've got it to work in some of the storylines, but Pan-Henry has been rattling around in my brain like a lego stuck in a jar since I first watched it. Basically I want everyone to be sadder and I want more Pan, the angst potential in this is incredible to me.

[killianxswan]

Prompt: “Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”

nice one, shazzy

He held her hair back behind her ears, fondling it and twisting it as he guided her head up and down his shaft.

She was sucking him mercilessly, keeping him just on the brink of his orgasm and slowing down at just the right time before he could soar over the edge. Kneeling in front of him, she used her hands to steady her grip on his muscular thighs, using the leverage to help him fuck his member into her mouth even faster.

When she finally stopped teasing him and properly finished him off, she slipped him out of her mouth and let the mixture of her saliva and his release dribble down his cock and his balls.

The sight was so erotic, Killian couldn't help but stroke her hair and admire her as she continued to devour him.

"Mmm," he grunted. "bloody hell, Swan, you're drooling every where."

She hummed softly on his skin, causing him to shiver. "I'm addicted to your taste."

[middlemistcs13]

Here’s a mix of prompts from @novelbear with some CS fluff! 

Prompts: letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it + when they are holding your hand and absently place a kiss on your knuckles + “i look like a mess” “the prettiest mess”

The Summer Bash

She loved her husband. She really, and truly loved him. She also loved her job. It gave her a sense of purpose and made her feel like her life meant something. However, this stupid party her husband asked her to come to of course had to be on the same night she had to put in some overtime to try and catch their suspect. It was never easy being a police detective, and Emma knew that. It just would be nice if she could get off work at a decent time every once in a while. Or at least on the evenings she already had things planned. Thankfully she packed her outfit and make-up bag with her just in case this happened, she mused as she drove over to one of Killian’s college friend’s houses where the start of the summer party was happening. She was able to manage her hair in a braid down her back despite the heat in Boston today and the numerous hours she spent outside on the case. 

As she pulled up to Robin’s house, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Robin was a super nice and friendly guy, and Emma genuinely liked hanging out with him. His fiance Regina, on the other hand, was a bit much. She came from a wealthy family, and both Robin and Regina made a good amount of money in their jobs they got after they finished their bachelor’s degrees. Regina made more than Emma and Killian ever would- combined. Their house was one of the nicest houses she’d ever been inside of. She parked her bug- Killian was constantly irritated that Emma didn’t just sell the thing and get a “more reliable and safe vehicle”- and made her way towards the large steps that adorned the front of the house. Emma didn’t bother knocking, just quietly slipped in the front door and immediately went in search of her husband. 

Emma found Killian on the back patio standing around with some of their closest friends- David and Mary Margaret, as well as August and Belle. Seeing him made the tension in her shoulders instantly dissolve, and she walked up and hugged him from behind. 

“What?” Killian asked, alarmed at some random body hugging him. He turned slightly until he saw her blond wisps of hair loose from her braid. “Oh, hello my love. I’ve missed you.” 

“Hey. Missed you too. Sorry, I’m late,” Emma replied, before pecking Killian on his lips. She was tempted to go in for another kiss after the busy and stressful day she had, but their friends were standing in front of them. She could work off her stress when they got home and were behind closed doors. She smiled and greeted their friends, before spying Killian’s drink in his left hand. “Ooh, what is that?” 

“Some sort of mixer Regina made. It’s fruity, sort of like watermelon. It’s pretty decent,” Killian said before his wife was taking the drink out of his hand. She gingerly took a sip of the concoction, before grinning and taking another sip. 

“This seems way too fruity for you, babe. There’s no rum?” Emma asked. 

“No rum, so the punch was holding me over since I will not be drinking those blasted beers Robin decided to buy.” Emma nodded her head before taking another sip of his drink and leaning into him. He was about to ask for his drink back and tell her to go get her own, but that was when he noticed the dark circles under her eyes. He knew she had a stressful case going on right now. She came home late last night and left around 5 this morning. His last final of the semester wasn’t until 2 pm, so he was able to sleep in once she left. But the fact of the matter was, Emma looked exhausted. He also knew she was willing to go to this party, but she didn’t love being social after she had to work later than planned. He decided not to say anything about his drink that she had now downed half of, and instead opted to pull her closer to his side and kiss her gently on the head. She looked up at him and smiled, a beautiful thing despite her obvious tiredness. “You look stunning, love.” He quietly said. 

“I look like a mess.” She retorted. 

“The prettiest mess.”

“I actually got dressed in the locker room bathroom and haphazardly braided my hair. Don’t think that equates to ‘pretty’ or ‘stunning’ mister.” Emma commented while raising her eyebrows as if to challenge him to say more. 

“While that might be true, you’re still my wife. My wife who I happen to find absolutely stunning regardless of clothing or hairstyle or the amount of make-up you have on. So, yes. You look stunning and pretty and beautiful and lovely. And I will always see you like that, no matter what.” 

“Don’t get sappy on me now, Jones,” Emma smirked, but her soft smile usually reserved for him came out despite her best efforts to disguise it with a smirk. The couple re-joined the conversation their friends were having, which involved discussions of what color they should paint the nursery for the Nolan baby who was due in five months. 

“Mary Margaret, I think you have some time before you talk about nursery colors. You guys still haven’t moved into your new place yet.” Emma smiled, secretly very excited to be an “aunt”. David was like a brother to her, ever since they were next-door neighbors in high school. David was two years older than Emma, and he definitely got very protective over her in high school and in college. Luckily, Emma was now married to her best friend after 5 years of being together, so David’s overprotective speeches were now over. 

“I know, but there’s still another week and a half before we move, and I have to have something to look forward to! School is out for the summer, so now all my thoughts are about the baby!” She gushed. Mary Margaret was also like a sister to Emma, but they couldn’t have more different personalities. Mary Margaret was always so optimistic, talking about hope, and happily ever afters and if there was one thing Mary Margaret loved more than almost anything, it was girl talk. Emma, on the other hand, was relatively pessimistic. Growing up an orphan bouncing from group home to foster home back to group home will do that to a person. Emma also preferred solitude with only Killian over large gatherings, and Emma positively despised “girl talk”. But, for the sake of one of her closest friends, Emma sucked it up and listened to Mary Margaret rattle on about all things baby.  

After an hour and a half of mingling and small talk, Emma was about ready to go home. She was tired, mentally and physically, and nothing sounded better than snuggling up with Kllian under their soft comforter. Almost as if he could sense her thoughts, Killian brought their clasped hands up and kissed their entwined fingers. 

“About ready to go, love?” He asked. She nodded her head eagerly before they made their rounds saying goodbye to all the party-goers. David and Mary Margaret picked up Killian on their way to the party, knowing that Emma was going to arrive late and they could carpool back to their apartment together. They silently walked out to Emma’s bug with Killian’s arm around her shoulders. 

“How was your last exam today?” Emma asked quietly when they reached the car. 

“I think it went pretty well, I will get my grade posted by the end of the week. I am glad to be finished for the semester, however. That means I get to spend more time with my lovely wife,” Killian smiled, giving Emma’s knuckles a kiss and squeezing her hand gently. Killian was getting his master’s in marine biology and spent his free afternoons and nights working at his brother’s bar on the harbor. 

“That just means you get to spend more time at the Jolly Roger. But, I am proud of you Killian. One more year of school before you’re all done, babe. That’s a huge accomplishment.” Emma said. Killian smiled at her words and accepted her compliments quietly. 

“You know I just work at the bar to help out with money, love. If I end up working too much for your liking, just tell me, and I can reduce my hours or quit. I can find a day job for the summer or something.” Killian said. 

“No, I know you make really good money working at the bar. It’s just been a rough few days, and I miss you. But, I’m off until noon tomorrow, so at least we get some quality time in the morning,” Emma said hopefully. 

“Of course, my love. I couldn’t dream of a better start to the day than spending time with you.” 

[kmomof4]

Awwwwwwww

It’s been seven months since we were in the same place

[steddieas-shegoes]

black swan

for @steddiesportsau prompt 'dance'

rated t | 3331 words | no cw | tags: ballet dancer steve, ballet dancer eddie, high school, steve has bad parents, not canon compliant, getting together, sort of strangers to lovers

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Steve stops dancing when he’s 12. His dad insists it’s time for him to ��grow out of it” and “play a real sport.” It’s fine. It’s not like he’s the best in the class and on a fast track to an invitation to the New York Ballet or anything.

He starts swimming because he has the build for it and it’s easy.

He starts basketball to make his father shut up about being on a team.

The worst part is that he’s good at that too. Not great, not like ballet, but good.

He makes both teams in high school, even makes varsity basketball his sophomore year. He’s captain by junior year.

Sometimes, he stops by the studio he used to dance at, between classes, just to check in with the director and make sure everything’s going well. She always asks if he wants to come back. He always wants to say yes.

****

On his 18th birthday, his parents are gone, and he’s lonely. Nancy’s busy, and even if she weren’t, they aren’t anything except friends. Barely that.

Tommy and Carol have written him off now that they’re going away to college in the fall, and he wouldn’t want to have them over anyway. They’re on a different path than Steve, always have been. He’s just been so desperate for connection, he’s let everything slide.

Just before dinner, he drives to the dance studio. There’s not many classes happening on Tuesdays, but maybe someone will be there to let him in. He doesn’t see any cars in the parking lot, but there’s a light on inside.

The door is unlocked, and music is playing from the back room. It’s a much smaller room, designed for solos and duets only, not group routines. The music is not ballet music, but it could be a jazz or tap routine.

The man dancing is beautiful, in loose sweats and curly hair up in a bun that seems like it’s barely hanging on. He moves gracefully, but there’s an edge to it, something Steve always wished he had, even though he didn’t technically need it. His pointe shoes are torn, much more worn in than what’s recommended for anyone, especially men on pointe.

Steve’s amazed, the way he moves to a song that’s mostly heavy drums and guitar, makes it look like a classical piece as his arms and legs do everything the way Steve used to. He resists saying anything.

Then he catches sight of the man’s face.

It’s Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson dances?

“What the fuck.”

Eddie freezes, turns to him, falling to the flats of his feet. He looks caught out, as if he’s doing something wrong. He must be allowed to be here if the place is unlocked for him. Eddie might be a terrible student and definitely deals weed out of a lunchbox, but he’d never break into a dance studio just to use it.

He looks like he’s gonna run.

“Wait,” Steve says to stop him before he can. He steps closer. “How long have you danced?”

“Uh, five years?”

So they never took a class together. Steve was worried he’d somehow forgotten.

“Did you always take classes here?”

“I’ve never taken classes here.”

Now, Steve’s confused even more. He’s lived in Hawkins for at least 10 years. He remembers when he started living with his uncle. His first day at Hawkins Elementary set the tone for the rest of his time in school; Tommy and a few of his friends making his life miserable because of his much too large flannel shirt and greasy hair.

Steve had stayed quiet then, just as he did for most of middle and high school.

“How are you in here then?” He asks.

“I’ve had a key for two years. Ms. Laseaux made sure I had one when she had to cut her evening hours during the week,” Eddie explains. “I swear I’m allowed to be here. Don’t call the cops, please.”

“Dude, I’m not gonna call the cops. If you say you have permission, then you’re good,” Steve hates that Eddie still looks like he might run. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Is it okay if I watch?”

“Uh.”

Eddie’s music stops and the silence is almost as loud as the heavy music.

“It’s okay if not. You’re just beautiful,” Steve says honestly.

Eddie’s face flushes red and Steve has an immediate and overwhelming urge to see how far the blush goes. He shakes the thought from his head.

“Um. I guess I can start from the beginning?” Eddie offers.

“I’d love to see the whole routine,” Steve smiles.

Eddie rewinds the tape and starts it again, gets into position, and changes Steve’s life.

It’s even more beautiful from the start, a whole story unfolding before Steve’s eyes. Instead of the music being a distraction, it builds the emotion. Steve hasn’t seen anyone dance quite like Eddie.

Eddie seems a little nervous, but he never falters. He knows this routine well, front to back, probably back to front, too. It’s stage-ready and Steve wonders if he’s ever performed it outside of this room. He doesn’t think anyone else could possibly know he dances, at least not this well. He belongs on a stage.

He feels water on his cheek and he reaches up to wipe it away. He’s crying.

He remembers the time his mom cried at his first solo during a recital, how proud she was of him, and how proud he was of himself. He wonders if anyone has ever been that proud of Eddie.

“Steve?” Eddie asks.

The music’s stopped and Eddie’s breathing hard from fifth position. Steve’s tears are still falling.

Eddie’s hands cover his face, wiping away tears that just won’t stop.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s amazing; You’re amazing. Please tell me you perform somewhere,” Steve sniffs, smiles at him. “Did you get a senior solo last year?”

“No,” Eddie says quietly. “I can’t afford the fees for actual studio time and it’s required to perform at the recital. But I get to come here once a week and get it out of my system.”

Steve is about to offer to use all of his savings to pay for whatever Eddie needs. He has to get out of here, dance on bigger stages, be seen by people who can get him where he should be.

“The timing of the arabesque, Eddie, it’s beautiful. The leaps are textbook. The way you timed that kick with a cymbal crash. I mean, everything. You’re so technical, but emotional, and it’s like it takes no effort for you. You could easily get into a ballet school or a company,” Steve is talking and Eddie is still holding his face. He’s probably still crying.

“Thank you, but this is kinda it for me. I just love dancing,” Eddie takes his hands away and Steve instantly misses them. He knows he’s feeling a bit lonely– it’s his birthday, after all– but he liked how warm they were, how the blisters across his palm seemed to rub just right against Steve’s cheekbones. “You seem to know a lot.”

“I danced when I was a kid. Here.”

“Really?” Eddie seems genuinely shocked. “I thought you were, like, a stereotypical jock guy. No one’s ever mentioned you.”

Steve laughs, but he feels a pang in his chest. He knows why no one talks about him here. Most of the history of him being here was erased at his dad’s demand.

“Pretty much from the time I was potty trained to when I was 12. I had to quit,” he doesn’t feel like going into a deep dive of why he had to quit while he’s standing in the room he had to do it in. “I still come by to see Ms. Laseaux when I won’t interrupt classes. She was my instructor for six years of my life. She put so much into my lessons.”

“Were you good?” Eddie asks.

Steve laughs again. He’s not as confident as he pretends to be most of the time, but he’s sure of one thing: he was a phenomenal dancer.

“I was her best student.”

Eddie nods like he was expecting that answer.

“She mentioned wishing she could’ve had me earlier. Said she would’ve done anything to pair me with her star.”

Steve wishes more than anything he could’ve danced with Eddie. They would have been unstoppable. His dad would’ve never allowed him to dance with another boy, but the thought still makes him warm.

“I’m sure she would’ve had us in New York or Boston or Europe the second she could,” Steve smiles fondly. “She tried to bribe my mom into going behind my dad’s back for nearly a year.”

“I’m guessing he’s not okay with his son dancing like a fairy?” Eddie’s lip curls up in disgust.

“Bingo.”

“Well, join the club. That’s why I didn’t start until I lived with my uncle, but he couldn��t afford to put me in real classes,” Eddie explains. He’s rolling his ankles one by one while he stands there, something that Steve knows is a nervous habit, one he had backstage before shows. “Ms. Laseaux was a bit sweet on my uncle when I first lived with him. He didn’t have much time for dating, but I think they would’ve fallen in love if it weren’t for me. She wanted to do what she could to help, even when it was obvious they weren’t gonna work out.”

Steve does remember one visit only a couple years after he quit where she talked about a nice man who fell into some unfortunate circumstances, and how she wished she could do more than help his nephew out.

“She’s always been amazing. I wish I brought my slippers, I could’ve at least stretched and tried to learn some of that,” Steve gestures towards Eddie. “Not that I’d do it any justice with how long I’ve been out of it.”

“If you were as good as she says, I think you’d catch on quick enough,” Eddie smirks. “I have an extra pair if you think you can fit?”

It’s a huge no usually. Wearing someone else’s broken in pointe shoes is just asking for bad luck and injury, especially if you don’t know the dancer well. As nice an offer as it is, Steve should say no.

“I could try,” he says instead.

Eddie’s beaming smile silences any doubt he had in his head that this would be a mistake. He rushes to his bag in the corner and pulls out a practically brand new set of shoes.

Steve is hesitant to take them when he offers.

“These look…shouldn’t you be trying to break these in for your own feet?” Steve doesn’t know why he’s wearing torn up shoes when he has these. They look nice, and he recognizes the brand when he turns them over in his head. They are nice. Some of the nicest shoes you can buy without getting into the thousands of dollars range.

Eddie shrugs. “I like these.”

“But these cost a fortune. How did you even get these?”

“I saved up for them. I’ll break them in when I can’t wear these at all anymore,” Eddie smiles, nudges his shoulder to make him put them on. “C’mon, you need to stretch.”

Steve listens, walks over to the corner to put the shoes on, stretch out his legs and back, groaning when he pops his shoulder. He’s been a little tense all week, worried that his parents would come home for his birthday and expect him to do some kind of business dinner.

This is a much better way to spend his birthday.

Eddie is…frolicking might actually be the best word for it. He’s not exactly dancing, but he’s not really walking either. Steve almost gets too caught up watching his movements to finish what he’s doing.

“Do you want me to show you this one or do you wanna show me something first?” Eddie asks. He sounds excited, maybe even more than Steve is.

It’s not like quitting dance meant Steve actually stopped dancing. He just only did it at home, and had to make sure he was alone, which has been increasingly more difficult over the high school years. His friends practically lived at his house, even when he didn’t want them to.

But he’s still out of practice, and probably not nearly as nimble as this dance would require. He’s not sure what he would even show Eddie. His last dance recital was six years ago, and he doubts the tape with his music is even here anymore.

“Um, you can show me some of yours. Maybe the drum part?” Steve’s voice shakes with sudden nerves. He hasn’t had eyes on him while he danced in a long time. He wasn’t built like this the last time he properly danced, either.

Eddie smirks. “The whole song is the drum part, but I know what you mean.”

Steve blushes. Eddie takes position in the center of the room, leaving enough space for Steve to stand next to him.

They look at each other in the mirror. Steve nods.

Eddie moves so fluidly, even when he’s going slower to show Steve. It’s like he’s a waterfall and Steve’s the river below, waiting to take what he’s giving to move it along in a beautiful and seamless way.

It hits Steve when he’s watching Eddie turn that if Eddie’s never taken a proper class, he must’ve choreographed this dance himself.

“Steve?” Eddie’s hand on his arm startles him from his thoughts. “Need me to do it again?”

“Sorry. Yes, please,” he doesn’t know why he can’t focus, but Eddie continues to show him three more times and he still doesn’t quite get the timing right. “Sorry, I think I’m just distracted.”

“Why don’t you show me a routine you’re familiar with?” Eddie asks.

“I’m not sure I remember any enough,” Steve tries to say, but Eddie shakes his head.

“You’re a dancer. You remember.”

He’s right. He may miss a few steps here and there, or get the timing just a bit off, but he can remember most of every routine he ever did on a stage. He does it without music, something that Ms. Laseaux always made him do before recitals to ensure he knew the timing in his head.

He doesn’t pay attention to Eddie’s reactions until he’s done.

He’s breathless, and not just from the dance. Eddie’s eyes are shining, and his lips are parted in a way that makes Steve want to slip his tongue between them and taste him. He’s a bit thrown by the thought, but only because he hasn’t had those kinds of thoughts in a long time. Not since Nancy broke up with him.

Eddie stands from the floor and walks over to him, still seemingly in shock over his dancing.

Steve’s ankles are sore, and he’s a bit mad he chose the hardest dance he ever did. His heart is trying to beat out of his chest. His legs are shaking.

Eddie cups his face, eyes searching his.

“You should have let her bribe your mom,” he says quietly. “You belong on the stage, too.”

Steve feels tears prick his eyes and it’s ridiculous to be crying for the second time in front of Eddie, but he’s a little overwhelmed.

“I miss it,” he chokes out. Eddie nods because he knows. Maybe not the same way Steve does, but he knows his own yearning, his own pain at being unable to perform the way his body is capable of. He might be the only other person in Hawkins who understands him. “I shouldn’t have let him stop me.”

“You were a kid, Steve,” Eddie’s voice breaks. “You didn’t have a choice.”

“I do now,” Steve sounds more sure than he thought he could with tears streaming down his face. “What can he do now that I’m 18 other than cut me off? He won’t. My mom wouldn’t let him and his business partners would think less of him.”

Eddie’s brows furrow. He looks away for a moment, his lips moving around words Steve can’t hear. When he looks back at Steve, he looks heartbroken.

“Is today your birthday?”

Steve nods. He’s not sure why Eddie looks so upset. This is turning into one of the best birthdays he’s ever had and he’s starting to feel relief that he finally feels brave enough to stand up to his dad.

“And you came here?” Somehow, he sounds even more upset.

“I didn’t really want to go anywhere else,” Steve tilts his head as he answers. “This is always where I’ve felt the least lonely.”

“Dance with me.”

They danced already. A little. But Steve thinks he means something different now.

“What do you know?” Steve asks, a flutter in his chest at the thought of touching Eddie, lifting Eddie, feeling Eddie against him.

“Swan Lake?” Eddie asks.

“You know Swan Lake? How?” Steve doesn’t mean to sound rude, but he’s a little shocked someone who’s never even taken a ballet class would know the most famous pas de deux.

“I have eyes and an uncle who buys me tapes of famous ballets from some guy in Chicago. They’re shit quality, but I watch them so often, I’ve taught myself.”

“You’re amazing.”

Eddie laughs. “Let’s see if I can pull it off first.”

Eddie rushes over to the corner, searching through the tapes on the shelf. Most of the popular ballets are there, and Steve knows every piece from Swan Lake is probably on the top. All the seniors tend to use those for their solos.

He finds what he’s looking for and slots the tape in the stereo. Steve knows there’s a slow start to the music, and it allows plenty of time for them to get into position.

It’s easy falling into this with Eddie. They don’t even discuss who will take which part, they just fall into what’s natural. Steve hasn’t spent as much time en pointe as Eddie clearly has, so he takes the male lead, happy just to have his hands gently guiding through the dance. He’s not meant to be the star of the show, and he wouldn’t wanna be as long as Eddie’s the one front and center.

When they finish, it’s easy to close the distance between them, lips brushing together in the gentlest kiss Steve’s ever experienced. He immediately wants more, but he waits.

He may have been leading the dance, but he doesn’t want to lead with this.

Eddie cups his cheek, still catching his breath.

“Happy birthday, Steve.”

It throws Steve off. He almost forgot it was his birthday. He got so caught up in just being around Eddie, dancing, feeling this freedom he only ever felt at the studio.

He doesn’t remember the last time he actually celebrated his birthday. It had to be before high school, even though he remembers Tommy insisting on throwing him a party at his own house with his own food and beer for his 16th. That was less for his birthday and more for Tommy to show off that he knew Steve Harrington.

“You’re okay,” Eddie says.

Not asking. Telling.

Steve believes him.

The next time they kiss is in Eddie’s van, not even ten minutes later, after Eddie asks Steve where he wants to go for a birthday dinner, his treat.

“Benny’s?” Steve asks.

“You sure? Just the diner?”

Steve nods. “My parents are gonna drag me to some five star restaurant next week where the only decent food will be the dessert they don’t bring enough of. I want greasy shitty food and a milkshake.”

Eddie kisses him a third time and puts the van in reverse.

They’re both sweaty from dancing, and neither of them should technically be out this late on a school night, but Steve’s not alone.

It’s his birthday, he got to dance, and he’s not alone.

[virahaus]

Another day, another time to debunk shitty takes I see online.

I've seen a multiple of people pointing out that "we don't know anything about Tommy" and how could people ship him with Buck (nevermind that the ship is canon and always will remain so) when we know so little about him?

First of all, I'd actually make a point to say that we as of now already know more about him then all the other LI that Buck or Eddie ever had in the show.

I shall make you a list, so that you may remember it more easily:

- He likes cars and he's a good mechanic (extrapolated by the fact that Eddie explicitly said that fixed/improved his engine)

- He likes playing basketball and he's also quite competitive ("we'll make short work of them" said in reference of Buck and Chim)

- He's sarcastic (the closet line)

- His favourite film is "Love, Actually"

- He loves Monster Truck and Craft Beer, and MMA

- He has a big scar on his chest and it came from a fire in a factory

- He's a very skilled pilot, able to manoeuvre in a hurrican, and doesn't waver in the face of danger

- He likes watching and practicing Muay Thai

- He was a pilot in the army

- He only came out when he started working in Harbor, but prefers not to publicise his sexuality

- He doesn't like Bella Swan (and it's implied he might like Jacob more) and he watched the Twilight movies

- He likes to drive his friends to events

- He has friends that can get him high up tickets for shows in Vegas

- He has permission to fly airplanes for personal reasons when he's not on the clock

- He likes to be helpful and he's thoughtful (driving Eddie to check out his sprain, going to Buck's to clear out the air without prompt, immediately agreeing in helping the 118 with the whole ship operation, trying to get Buck to be at ease on their date)

- He's loyal (he didn't rat the others out when the chief called on their way to Bobby)

- He's a smooth flirt

- He can do a mean mouth static (at least in his opinion)

- He pays the bill on first dates

- He is very much the definition of carpe diem (kissing buck was very much shooting his shot)

- He checks for consent

- He kept contact with Chim ever after he left the 118

- Chim called him for help in the episode Broken

- He went to the 217 and opened the spot for Buck at the 118

- He participated in the betting pool Hen made on how long Bobby would last at the 118 captain

- He apologises when he's in the wrong and is shown to be able to correct his behaviour

- He doesn't like chickens (lol)

- He likes the film fight club and can quote it

- Implies to have dated people he met on a call

See? We know quite a lot actually. So you may get off your high horse how about that.

I don't think I missed anything but do let me know.

[bones4thecats]

❥· Swan, Shōyō + Ushijima × Sis! Reader

Characters: Shōyō Hinata (🏐) and Wakatoshi Ushijima (🪖) A/N: I kind of edited one of my existing prompts to make this one. I though it'd be cuter this way. Hope y'all like it! ✎ Summary: When going against fellow high-school volleyball team Shiratorizawa, Shoyo Hinata gains the attention of an opposing teammate, Wakatoshi Ushijima, but not for his skills, but because his sister was the Super Ace's girlfriend. ╰─▸ Prompt: ❝ What if Hinata’s older sister! Reader went to Shiratorizawa and dated Ushijima ❞

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🏐🪖 The sounds of cheers made you smile, eyes moving around as the crowd yelled happily. The coach, Coach Tanji Washijo, groaned and stood up, looking at his team and giving them a pep talk before the match began.

🏐🪖 Wakatoshi Ushijima looked at you and nodded, a sign of respect and care towards you without words. You nodded back and motioned for him to go win the game, to which he was going to do regardless.

🏐🪖 "Hey, Y/N?" Coach Akira Saito called. Looking at him, you cocked an eyebrow and hummed. "That boy looks a lot like you." He said, pointing with his pen towards a Karasuno member. Your eyes followed and widened once they saw a ginger-haired boy talking to a dark-haired boy.

🏐🪖 "Yeah, you're right." Coach Washijo replied, confusion on his face. "You guys related or something?"

🏐🪖 "You could say that..." You answered, awkwardly rubbing his hands together as the two men looked at one another, shrugged, and paid attention to the starting game. "Let's just hope the boys are right in their minds today. We can't afford a loss."

🏐🪖 Coach Saito nodded and watched carefully as your gaze kept shifting from your boyfriend, Ushijima, and the number 10 member of Karasuno. The two coached noticed your attention shifting, but didn't speak up, knowing to much pressure could cause you to clam up as badly as a jail cell.

-

🏐🪖 The aura coming off of Ushijima was overwhelming, it alerted the whole team that he was becoming extremely involved in the game. Your eyes followed very carefully as the ball moved from person to person, before it was finally set by Shirabu towards the green-haired male.

🏐🪖 "Ushijima!" He yelled, the team moving correctly as their captain jumped to spike the ball downwards once again. As the three blockers came out of nowhere, Ushijima spiked the ball sideways, creating a cross.

🏐🪖 Your eyes were glued wide, the ball moving faster and faster than you had ever seen before. The teams were very much tied in power, and it was shocking. Eventually, your gaze fell on number 10 of Karasuno once again. "Their number 10 is coming!" Taichi yelled.

🏐🪖 Looking at the number ten closely, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn't he running up? Just then, number 9 set the ball, and almost the entire team jumped up as if they were going to spike it, causing the rest of the Shiratorizawa team confusion.

🏐🪖 Next thing you knew: a whistle blew and the gym erupted in cheers once again.

🏐🪖 "Farewell, my paradise." Tendou said.

🏐🪖 Your mouth hung open in shock, tears beginning to come up in your eyes. Was it because your team lost? Or was it because your brother had just beat one of the best teams in Japan?

🏐🪖 When everyone lined up and bowed, thanking one another for the game, you smiled and wiped your tears. Glancing at your teammates who walked up towards you and their coaches. You stood there as Coach Washijo spoke, "We'll be having a meeting when we get back. Once the awards ceremony is over, get onto the bus."

🏐🪖 The boys nodded and agreed, chuckling when their head coach told them they'd be hitting a hundred serves when back home.

-

🏐🪖 You smiled and walked with Ushijima over to Karasuno players 10 and 9. They stared at the scores, enamored by their leading points of 21 and your team's 19. "Ushijima was so damn cool." Hinata spoke, both unaware of your dual presence behind them.

🏐🪖 "Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio of the concrete..." the tall-man spoke, causing the others to turn around in surprise. "I'll defeat you next time."

🏐🪖 "I'll make sure I'll be able to stand on the same level as you!"

🏐🪖 "I'll make sure you say that I'm better than Oikawa!"

🏐🪖 You giggled and walked up, hugging Hinata as his eyes widened. Which was understandable. You hadn't seen one another in a few months and you changed, maturing physically from a growth spurt.

🏐🪖 "Big sister!" He cheered, "It's so good to see you!"

🏐🪖 You giggled again and patted Hinata's orange hair, his smile shining as both Kageyama and Ushijima watched with slightly widened eyes.

🏐🪖 "It's great to see you too, little brother! I can see your training paid off. You did amazing! Not many have bested the Super Ace himself!" You said, pointing towards Ushijima. The latter was flustered, a slight blush on his face as you directed the attention of the two towards him.

🏐🪖 Before you realized it, the awards ceremony was about to begin. So, you pulled away from the sibling hug and walked towards Ushijima. But, before completely leaving, you handed your number on a piece of paper to your brother. "I switched phones, so the number changed. Message me whenever. Love ya, little bro!"

🏐🪖 Hinata smiled cheerfully and waved, yelling, "Love ya too, big sis!"

-

🏐🪖 Walking into the bus, you held hands with Ushijima. He then motioned for you to take the window seat, which you did. The male then sat down beside you, his head leaning against the back of the bus. You then felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

🏐🪖 Picking out your phone, you smiled; a message from Shoyo Hinata.

Shoyo🧡🍊🏐: HEYYYYYYY!!! LOOK WHO FELL ASLEEP ON THE BUS!!!

Shoyo🧡🍊🏐: OH NO! WRONG PIC!!! WRONG PIC!!!!!

🏐🪖 Chuckling, you sent a heart back to your brother. And, as he seemingly kept looking for the correct picture, you laid your head down on Ushijima's shoulder. He looked at you and smiled, laying his head on top of yours.

🏐🪖 "I love you, Ushijima- despite the loss."

🏐🪖 Ushijima breathed out a laugh and kissed the top of your head before saying the three words you loved oh-so-much;

"I Love You, Too."

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[steamystrangerfics]

This is how ouat actually went. You can’t change my mind.

Prompt: some 3B canon (or canon divergence) smut pleeeeassseee

“Thank you again,” Emma says softly as her feet move over the carpet in the back hallway of Granny’s Bed and Breakfast.

“For what, Swan?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Everything, I guess. Being kind to my kid, making sure that Regina didn’t destroy any lives in her anger, placating my father with all of his questions.”

Killian nudges his shoulder into hers as they walk, a quick push that has her nearly losing her footing as they come up to his room at the end of the hall. She’d say that she’s had too much to drink, but she hasn’t had anything more than a sip of Killian’s beer. “Is that all you have to thank me for then? Because I remember a few other things happening that I believe require a bit of gratitude.”

His brows move up and down his forehead, little lines following them, and idly Emma wonders just how long he’s spent perfecting that move. He was in Neverland for hundreds of years. There’s no way he spent all the time avoiding lost boys. He had to have done something else, and he is extremely good at the eyebrow thing and knowing just how to charm someone.

Thoughts of Neverland and gratitude bring her back to their first kiss, a push and pull of desire and impulse that felt damn good.

Not good enough. Not for how they are now.

Who would have ever thought there would be another kiss past that first one? A one-time thing, she’d said.

(She lied.)

Emma chuckles and backs herself up against his room’s door while Killian leans his shoulder against the wall, close but not close enough. Not when less than an hour ago she got to feel his lips move against hers, soft and gentle and everything she hasn’t allowed herself to feel in over a decade of momentary satisfaction instead of lingering happiness. It was overwhelming but good, and Emma’s still in such a haze that she doesn’t quite believe that it was real.

Good things in her life so rarely are, and she’s having to get used to accepting that maybe, just maybe, the rug isn’t always going to be pulled out from underneath her.

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[thatbitch-withattitude]

If you can write I have requests please...

Okay so I wish I could write but my brain just doesn't know how to do it properly. So If you do write particularly for any of these fandoms/ships, take a look at these prompts/requests.

9-1-1: Buddie

Buck/Eddie having met in season one. Shannon is there, and she co-parents with Eddie as they are totally platonic with each other. Shannon and Buck become friends when Buck and Eddie start dating (instead of Buck dating Abby). How do they deal with stuff like Maddie coming back, the truck bombing etc together as a little blended family.

Daniel Buckley is alive, he never died. He and Buck are very close same with Maddie and he lives in LA as well as them. Maybe he raised Buck, maybe Maddie raised them both.

Buck being raised either by Bobby or Athena and then having the other as a step-parent, him meeting Maddie later in life and finding out they are siblings and becoming very close or Maddie is raised by them as well. His dynamic of working at the 118 as either the adopted son of Bobby or the step-son of Bobby.

Julie and the Phantoms: Juke

The boys are alive and the same age as Julie or like only a year apart. Julie and Luke get together and then she joins their band. Caleb isn't a villain please. Found family vibes between them all, plus very cute Juke relationship. Maybe showing the boys still bringing her back to music in high school. Or Julie and Luke dating when her mum dies so they stick together, and he supports her as she finds her way back to music. Carrie and Julie can be friends as well, not hating each other. Girl group Julie, Flynn and Carrie :))

Boys are alive and same age as the girls. Reggie and Julie are related, either siblings with him being a year older or maybe cousins. He introduces her to the boys, Luke is of course head over heels for her, and they start dating. They do the band together still.

Boys are alive and same age as the girls. Julie and the Phantoms is already a famous band, and it shows Julie and Luke getting together then coming out as a couple to their fans. Willie and Alex are already established obviously.

Veronica Mars: LoVe

Veronica and Logan don't break up in season 1 and instead communicate with each other. She knows he is big on privacy and would never film her in the pool house so together they figure that stuff out and he never gets accused of murdering Felix so they stay together in season 2 and 3 dealing with it all together.

Veronica and Logan don't break up in season 3. He never sleeps with Madison and Veronica understands that he is scared for her safety and doesn't get mad at him for it. Maybe have Parker having a crush on Logan but seeing that he and Veronica have a very secure relationship or the same situation but its Piz with a crush on Veronica.

What if Logan didn't blame Veronica for supporting her dad after Lily died? they stay friends, he gets outcasted from the 09ers too. They start dating at some point and DON'T BREAK UP. She realises his dad is abusive and helps him get out, they find out the truth together and take him down with Keith's help. Wallace is still their friend too.

Once Upon a Time: Captain Swan

Emma never gives Henry up for adoption but she feels a pull towards StoryBrooke so they move there together and start to figure things out.

Charming and Snow get to raise Emma and are great parents to her.

Emma and Killian meet instead of Emma and Neil, they fall in love and if he gets approached by Pinocchio he doesn't really listen because he loves her and wants to protect her. Maybe they both get arrested then when they get out of prison they stay together and she had Henry in Prison still. Or they don't get arrested, he tells her about the whole magic thing and together they go to StoryBrooke.

Shameless US: Gallavich

What if Terry didn't walk in on Mickey and Ian, what if Mickey's brothers did instead and they are not homophobic, so they don't give a shit but help protect them from being found out by Terry.

What if Mickey and Ian ran away together so he didn't have to marry Svetlana.

What if the older Milkovich boys take custody of Mickey and Mandy when they were younger and they live next door to the Gallaghers. The families are close just like Kevin and Veronica are close to the Gallaghers because they all understand what it is like. Mickey and Ian start dating young because they can without fear.

What if Ian was raised by Clayton and his wife, he visits his siblings on the southside often and gets diagnosed with Bipolar early and has help managing with medication.

Percy Jackson: Percabeth

Percy and Annabeth moving to New Rome college together and living in an apartment together. In love and happy and all that, dealing with college classes and other students.

Percy becomes a social worker while Annabeth is an architect, they have coworkers complain to them about relationship problems and they try give advice as best they can, but they have literally been together since they were 16.

Percy and Annabeth both being camp councillors at Camp Half-Blood, they are dating, and they show younger campers around and teach them about the world they are now a part of.

Also, if you are in any discord servers for these things please let me know because I need people to talk to about all of these ships/fandoms :)

[killianxswan]

“Do you need to use your safeword, darling?”

His hook held both her wrists firmly at the small of her back as his strong and firm fingers stroked her slit at a leisurely place. Emma bit her lip hard and squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to savor the lust of the scenario they were spinning together.

"Such an easy whore," Killian groaned. "Already dripping wet and ready for me?" He let his fingertips linger on her clit for a fraction of a second more each time he passed.

"Come, now, Emma, I know you're not shy. Let the captain see all of you." Emma obeyed and spread her legs wider, gasping when the captain spread her folds open with his hand and continued his way up her backside. Both of their breaths stilled simultaneously when he used his thumb to spread the wetness of her arousal to her puckered entrance.

"On second thought, that arse of yours looks so delicious and tighT, I can't imagine not taking advantage of this opportunity." Killian replaced his thumb suddenly with his swollen head, letting it follow the same path his hand had traveled before.

Emma let out a startled whimper when she felt him and reached out desperately to grip the edge of his desk.

She felt his movements stall immediately behind her. "Emma-" He moaned her name as he separated the contact, replacing it instead by a familiar teasing pace at her clit. "Do you need to use your safe word?"

Emma let out a pleasurable sigh and beamed brightly at his sensitivity towards her. Her reaction was genuine, but it was only shock. She wanted this too.

"Just..." She stood up slowly and turned around to face him, resting her arse on the wooden desk. "Just one second." She whispered into his ear before sucking the lobe between her lips and licking her way across his jaw. Without him even realizing, Emma had conjured a bottle of lube behind his back out of thin air.

"Quite resourceful, Swan," Killian praised when she presented him with the bottle.

i'm taking prompt requests!

[officialstrawhat]

He Still Gets Jealous

Ace x Fem!Reader

Hello! As always hope you like it!

I got the idea for this story from @creativepromptsforwriting it was #5 on their Jealousy prompt list!

Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Word Count: 644

Don't get him wrong Ace was thrilled he found Luffy. In Alabasta of all places, with his very own crew, he could hardly believe it. They were good people. They seemed to keep his little brother in check and look out for one another. It reminded him of his days as the captain of the Spade Pirates.

Or just when it was you and him...

You had been the first person he met after he sailed away at seventeen and the first to join his crew. He was thankful you had stuck by him over the last few years. You'd even saved his ass a few times. Which you would never let him forget by the way.

But as to what you and Ace were, well that was complicated...

Words of admiration were exchanged between you two more often than not. Lingering touches were a common occurrence. Ace would even kiss you on the forehead tenderly after every battle you fought. 

And for the last couple months, You and Ace had been tracking down Blackbeard. At first, he resisted you coming with him; this was something he could have handled himself. Not to mention it was his duty as the captain of your division.

Yet you continued to insist on your involvement. You went as far as tracking him down when he first left. Eventually Ace relented. He shouldn't have been surprised. You were as hard-headed as he was. Even now you were still hard at work charting a course to the next island. Ace looked down from the upper deck of the ship to see you sitting on a large barrel reading your map. He loved how focused you were. It was like you were in your own little world. 

However there was just one feeling Ace couldn't shake…  It had started as soon as you stepped foot onto his brothers ship. He just didn't know what it was.

 “Y/N- Swan!” Sanji sang out from the lower deck, “Here’s that tea you asked for, three sugars just like you wanted.”

“Thank you Sanji.” You told him with a kind smile putting your papers back in your bag.

Ace clenched his jaw. There was that feeling again.  

“Can I get you anything else darling?!” 

“Well I’d love a snack-”

“I’m on it!” Sanji told you with hearts in his eyes “Don't move I'll be right back!” With that, the love-struck blonde man whizzed back into the kitchen.

“Is that guy bugging you?” 

You looked up to see Ace leaning against the upper deck railing.

“No, no he’s harmless” you told a skeptical looking Ace.

He jumped over the railing to land next to you. “I’m not so sure” 

You chuckled, “I don’t see what the big deal is. He’s just being nice”

“Yeah a little to nice” he sounded upset now. 

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. Then it dawned on you, “Oh my god, are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous” he scoffed “It’s just- He shouldn't go after other people's girlfriends!”  

You were shocked at his confession. And even Ace had realized what he said. 

“Girlfriend, huh” you smile. 

“Well- yeah.” he rubbed his neck. Dammit this was not how he wanted to tell you.

Though it looked like you didn’t mind at all. You stood and walked over to him until your faces were only inches apart. “I was starting to think you’d never call me that.”

He stared at your lips before leaning in. Your lips were soft. Softer than Ace had ever dreamed they'd be. When you both parted, Ace opened his eyes to see you already smiling up at him. “There was no reason to be jealous you know.” 

He chuckled softly and kissed you again. You can tell Ace that all you want. But so long as others tried anything with you. He would still get jealous. 

[kmomof4]

Whoa!!!!! What a cool prompt!!!

You got pulled over after a weekend camping trip. When the officer returns to your car, he says you’ve been missing for fifteen years.

[mewkwota]

Kid Ica- sorry, Pit.

Oh neat. Finally we end this long session with this sweet boy. :>

Send Me a Character

And I will tell you my:

First impression I am one of the millions of people who only knew Pit from Smash. When Brawl's reveal trailer showed its face on Youtube, I recognized every single character. Every single one. Including Snake, especially Snake. But when I saw this kid I thought he was Roy for a second because of the sunset lighting on the Halberd. It took me a couple of seconds to register the name that popped up as someone I briefly saw in Melee. I think Mr. Sakurai knew what he was doing here.

Pit is, like, one of my most favorite characters. His design and character hit about all the right spots for me on my mental checklist. I had a huge thing for angels has a cringy tween, plus he had brown hair in this look which I preferred more, and the outfit certainly does say "this one can kick butt". Also ooh that weapon, how versatile!

But yeah, it was bad. I had an OC who I paired with Pit. And also who wouldn't wanna try on that look (I never did, but the wings would do, and the many times I'd spin sticks like he did his bow, bwaghh).

Even with all that, there was so little to him. I'd scrape around the Internet looking for whatever I could about the kid. And that's where I learned what Captain N was. So you can thank/blame Pit for getting me into Castlevania and (even more into Classic) Mega Man.

With whatever I could gather, along with Uprising's release, I had a reasonable idea as to who Pit was. He's cheery, adorable, and selfless. And I feel some of the other layers to his character that I've picked up also stem from his background as an overlooked retro character. I've discussed this aspect in a comic between him and Sora's addition to Smash. I can tell Mr. Sakurai wanted to give Pit something he didn't quite have, and I chose to translate this as the kiddo having quite the journey in making himself known. Very little by little, until that point in Smash where we know him now.

I'm not surprised if people also saw this like an "ugly swan" path.

Impression now I may be focusing more on his friends now, but Pit holds a very-very special place in my heart. Especially now that Uprising is a thing, and I have actually grown a li~ttle sour towards it.

I know some of the humor in that game can be itty witty silly banter, but sometimes the jokes at Pit's expense can get a little, uhh, old. I get it, he's a brainless chicken who only thinks about food whatever.

It isn't like he can't be a competent character and still be silly, but sometimes the general fanbase can conflate one side. A lot. Because it's funny, sure I understand. Even I like to give Pit his silly moments, but I'd hope it's seen as him being allowed to let loose with his friends, who don't see him as someone lesser-- despite being very prolific representatives in their homelands.

This part of Pit is such an interesting thing to explore. Pit is the captain of a goddess' army. I don't think it matters the size of the army themselves, as everything is dependent on the decisions of their leader. And he's quite skilled with a variety of weapons now that Uprising has implemented that to his person.

There are so many impressive little things that Pit can call his own, but then why would he still feel inferior. Maybe it's because that's how he grew up. I can see it in the context of his place as a random retro character, but also as "that tiny angel who can't fly". (And maybe also the near-constant belittling he gets from the ones above). So as much as he's shown to be so positive, there are definitely moments where those weaknesses are seen or implied.

Long story short, it's the little things here-n-there that I like about him. It also makes for interesting prompts to write about.

Favorite moment Am I able to pick one? Uhh, Pit randomly singing at the start of that one chapter is always gonna be cute. He does a lot of cute things. ^^;

Idea for a story Something about Pit and Rock's relationship in Captain N clicks with me. On the outside it doesn't seem like much aside from "the two little kids hanging around each other", but perhaps that's just me picking at the words they say while mixing in the biases I already have. As a result, I see it that Rock follows after Pit in everything, but Pit also views Rock highly. They both found something in each other.

See this super ancient comic about it here.

One comic I had simmering for decades was looking at the between the two's connection after the events of Captain N and reuniting in Smash 4. It would have been in Pit's perspective and done through several letters-- that he needed help writing.

Unpopular opinion I don't know what is unpopular.

I'm not a part of the KI fandom. I am a part of the Pit fandom, wah.

Favorite relationship *Shoves Captain N in your face once again*

Favorite headcanon Pit is concerningly humble. He has a lot of little talents up his sleeve, a lot of which were picked up with the various part-time things he'd volunteer to do, but he doesn't really make a big deal of them. Some were simply picked up from the duties he was expected to do, or of course, they're just things he can do (so why is that really important).

[everything-person]

Captain Swan SuperNatural Summer

I was looking so forward to this event. I had so many ideas and concepts. But real life happened and my muse ran away so i was unable to write any of my ideas no matter how hard. But with this being the last event I will not turn up empty handed so I made art for all the ideas. @cssns

TRIGGER WARNING under cut has 9 art pieces they are numbered the 9th piece contains images of blood

1.) Sands of time based on the movie/video game Prince of Persia. King Nemo ruled with his brother and right hand Jafar. The King already had sons but one day while wandering the market he found two orphan boys that showed grant potential and took them in. After invading the sacred oasis of MistHaven Killian is framed for the murder of his adoptive father. With the help of Princess Emma he escapes and finds there is more to the dagger and plot behind his fathers death then he thought.

2.) Phoenix Diamond Based off of Onward. Henry never knew his father Graham. ON his 16th birthday his mother gave him a gift from his father it was a magic wand powered by a phoenix diamond to bring Graham back for one day. He tried the spell himself but it didn't work. But when his mother touched the wand it began to glow. The spell went a miss and now they are in a race against time to find another phoenix diamond to bring him back unbeknownst to them the dangers that lie in their quest.

3.) Living in the Dark inspired by Being Human. Killian is a vampire that has stopped drinking from fresh blood. Graham is a werewolf. They get an apartment together and be roommates. They wind up renting from Emma but there's something strange about her son who randomly pops in on the guys. Everyone trying to get a sense of normal life but how can they living in the dark.

4.) Wrong Ship inspired by Doctor Who episode. Jolly Roger magically tranforms into a human woman and goes to find Killian. Confusion and misunderstanding puts a rift into Emma and Killians relationship.

5.) Sandcastles and Riptides Liam and Killian are mermen raised under their grandfather King Triton brother to King Poseidon. Emma is the princess of misthaven raised under her well meaning but over protective parents. Each of their worlds forbidden from each other but fate demands them together.

6.) The Swan and the Hook is a pirated themed story with lots of twists and turns. I know doesn't appear supernatural but trust me there was/is supernatural undertones.

7.) Witches of Storybrooke loosely based on Hocus Pocus. After Henrys mother dies he goes to live in the sleepy town in Maine. He learns the legend of three witches that used to live there and of a candle that was to bring them back to life. Hoping maybe he could find some magic to bring his mother back he ventures into the woods. But he finds there is are two sides of every story when the witches do come back.

8.) Dance with the Devil Killian succeeded in his revenge against Rumplestiltskin and turned into the Dark One as a result. For centuries he stayed in the dark ones castle until one night he heard of princesses coming of age ball. Unable to turn away the temptation he slipped into the ball and had a hypnotizing dance with a beautiful blonde before barricading himself back into his castle. What happens when he finds the same blonde battered and abused in his forest years later?

9.) How a got a pet vampire was a supernatural comedy that came about from a discord discussion of a prompt.

Those were my ideas and maybe some day I can actually write them the titles might change if I do these were just the best I could come up with.

[gatheredfates]

a homecoming | koret swan

Do you want to read all my FFXIV prompts? You can do that here! The master document also contains any misc. notes and information. 🌊

HORIZON: the line at which the earth's surface and the sky appear to meet. for example, the sun rose above the horizon.

A calloused hand thumbed the familiar notch of the king spoke; an irony of primals, a living metaphor for the concept of a ship of theseus, and the source of Koret Swan’s contemplation.

When was a ship no longer a ship? When all its parts were reforged—when its captain was replaced or displaced? A familiar groove affixed to unfamiliar bronze, barely in her hand before she had to hand it over.

Yet, as she stood in that familiar place against an unfamiliar backdrop, it felt like a homecoming.

“I do not mind the excuse for a holiday,” teased a familiar voice from behind. The captain rolled her eye (did it have the same effect as the plural? She supposed it didn’t matter—supposed he’d understand it all the same) and canted her head back to look at her first mate, ever stuffy in his fitted coat with curly-black hair mussed from the breeze.

“You’re fucking stupid,” she answered in turn, prompting Robince to laugh. He watched as the Wolfsbane went over its final checks: supplies for the voyage, people to account for, tallies to be counted. He’d be busier than he ever was, handing over his own captaincy for the voyage, but she’d accept no other vessel—no other crew. They’d gone to a hundred ‘new’ places, why would this new world be any different?

It did not. A ship was still a ship, a woman was still a leader, and the sea still an abyss.

When the signal was given he stood to point, rapt attention given to the deck and the men and women under their charge. They looked to him and awaited his signal—awaited her permission and her initiation.

“By your leave then, Madame,” he said, glancing at her for just a second. His lips pulled upwards, a smile to match her confident smirk. “You know which way to go?”

“Yeah.” Her thumb passed the notch one final time before she turned the wheel, feeling the rudder shudder beneath them. “To that horizon.”

Robince’s voice was loud and strong, cutting over the din.

“You heard the captain, men! To that horizon!”

[kmomof4]

That is AWESOME!!!!

😍😍😍

Some more Captain Swan (or would this qualify as Captain Duckling? idk)

This started out as a simple, mindless ouat doodle, but then my brain decided to come up with bits and pieces of a story for this while I was working on it, so... If you're interested, you can read the basic premise under the cut:

Basically, we have bar wench Emma teaming up with infamous pirate Captain Hook to bring down the Dark One: Killian has finally gotten a way to get rid of the damn crocodile and Emma has learned of that while the crew of the Jolly Roger stopped by the tavern she works at; for Emma, it's about getting her son back (Neal/Baelfire is still Henry's father in this AU, but left the realm to escape his father, so Rumple's trying to use Henry to track down Neal, i guess)... Anyway, Emma steals onto the Jolly Roger (to steal whatever magical item required to best the Dark One or to stowaway on board, your pick), gets discovered by our good captain ('feisty lass' that she is, she still manages to hold a dagger to his throat before he gets the best of her - there are on his ship, after all), she reveals why she's doing this in the first place - to reunite with her son - and they strike an accord to work together as they share a common goal... Shenanigans ensue, (and no, there is connection/bond between them that's growing closer over time, Emma is absolutely positive of that, thank you very much ;), plans go awry - they are chased by a monster of some sort, Killian decides to fight it off, to give Emma some more time to flee - she has to make it back to her son, after all - and tells her to go, to leave him behind... (but we know she doesn't listen... she never does ;)

Something like that, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (and hey, if any Captain Swan writers out there feel like writing that story for me, let me know - I'd love to read it!)

(Also, I'm kind of happy how dynamic the poses in this drawing have turned out! I reworked the lineart a couple of times, not sure if I was wasting my time but while I liked the og sketch, I think the end result is a definite improvement)

Og sketch/doodle: