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forzalando · 4 years ago

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Lessons | George Weasley | Pt. 2

Pairing: George Weasley x F!Reader AU: Royalty!AU Word Count: 3.2k (approximately, OOPS) Warnings: mentions of sibling d*ath, a very rude knight grabbing the reader, mentions of bruising on reader, reader sl*pping aforementioned knight, aggressive language and behavior

A/N: hello friends! here is part 2 to this George Royalty!AU! I actually quite like this two-parter. the easy banter between George and the Reader is adorable, if I do say so myself! I hope you all enjoy :) thank you for your continued support and love!

Summary: After the tragic loss of his twin brother, George Weasley finds himself using his talents to secure a job as the new Potions Master and Healer for the Royal Family. Unbeknownst to you, he takes a particular liking to you knowing that you have more in common than you realize. When a chance encounter results in the promise of more time together, both George and Y/N deal with intense nerves and several revelations.

here is part one in case you missed it!

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“Luna, I think I might be sick,” you groaned, reaching for your stomach full of fluttery nonsense.

You heard her lilting giggle from across your bedroom as she pressed the wrinkles from your dress. Amidst the commotion of the morning, you took a moment to silently hope that George liked the color purple.

“You’re not sick, Y/N, you’re nervous. If you don’t calm yourself down I don’t think you’ll be able to walk to his workshop!”

“Nervous? This can’t be nerves, I’ve been nervous loads of times and it’s never been like this.”

“Well, when’s the last time you were nervous to spend time with a boy? Or a man?”

“I…never? I don’t think I’ve ever been nervous because of someone.”

Luna smiled cheekily as she handed you your dress, a look you knew far too well.

“Not even Professor Lupin?” She asked while laughing at the stunned look on your face.

“Oh god, Luna, I thought we would never mention that again. He was my tutor, it was a schoolgirl crush, end of story.”

“Alright, alright, no more mentioning Professor Lupin!”

She helped you slip on your dress and stood back while you admired yourself in your mirror. Something was missing, and Luna knew exactly what it was as she handed you the dainty, single pearl necklace your brother Aiden had gifted you for your most recent birthday.

“There. Now you look perfect. Plus, that beautiful necklace will have Mr. Weasley’s eyes wandering to your decolletage every time you lean forward.”

“LUNA!” you scolded, though you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped with your shout.

A moment passed before you turned around and grasped Luna’s hand in your own. She could sense that your demeanor had shifted a bit, and a serious tone replaced the previous lighthearted one in your room.

“Luna, how…how did you feel when you first met Neville? Did you feel like this? Am I being crazy?”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re being crazy at all. It wasn’t an instant connection, if that’s what you mean, but the moment I realized what we had was special, I felt that I might take flight with the way my stomach and heart fluttered at the sight of him.”

You noticed her hand leave your grasp to trace the wedding ring on her left hand; she and Neville had been married last spring and although you had been to many royal weddings, theirs outshone them all.

“Neville knows George quite well, you know. He sees him all the time while working in the garden, says he’s one of the nicest people he’s ever met. Quite funny, too.”

Smiling fondly, you turned back to your mirror and smoothed your dress one last time.

“I’d better be going,” you said softly, the beat of your heart growing faster every second.

“I’ll be right here when you get back, waiting for you to tell me everything,” Luna said smiling. She pushed you softly towards your chamber door and with a newfound determination, you walked briskly towards the East Wing, careful to keep an eye out for anymore trip wire.

You had almost reached your destination when you felt someone grasp your arm from behind.

“Excuse me – ” you began to say, but you were cut off when the stranger turned you around.

“Sir Cormac, I hope you have a very good reason for putting your hands on me.”

His grip tightened as he pulled you further into the corridor, grumbling under his breath about something you couldn’t make out.

“Sir Cormac,” you shouted. “I’ll ask you again what you think you’re doing putting your hands on me.”

“I know it’s you leaving that wire around for me to trip on. I saw you laughing yesterday and I see the way you look at me with disgust and disdain. I deserve to be treated with respect for serving your family as diligently as I do.”

You shoved his hand off of you and promptly smacked him across his cheek.

“How dare you speak to me that way? I’m not the one making a fool out of you, but I wish that I were. You are vile, and I would rather face Lord Riddle’s army on my own than rely on you for whatever protection you may think you provide me and my family. I suggest you walk away and resign from your position, because you won’t like the outcome if I tell my Father what transpired here today.”

“Why you little – ” he started to say as he lunged forward, but a shout from down the hall interrupted him.

“Sir Cormac! I believe it would be in your best interest to step away from the Princess, immediately.”

You smiled as you recognized the voice and then internally scolded yourself. You were never one to want or need a savior, but the sound of George Weasley coming to your aid didn’t seem quite so bad at all.

“This is none of your business, Weasley,” Cormac sneered as he kept his gaze on you.

“I do believe it is, Sir. The bruise forming on the Princess’s arm is my concern as a Healer, and seeing as there’s no one else around, I’m quite certain it’s from you.”

George stepped forward when Cormac made no indication of leaving, but you put a hand on his chest to hold him back.

“I’ve got it George, but thank you.”

You turned your attention back to Cormac, bile rising in your throat just having to look at his face.

“I won’t repeat myself, Sir Cormac, and due to your hesitation, my offer has changed. Mr. Weasley will be escorting me to my Father’s chambers and he can decide your punishment.”

George moved closer to you and told himself it was for your protection, but the nagging voice in the back of his head told him otherwise.

You gently took his arm and began walking briskly away from Sir Cormac, satisfied with the final look you caught of the red handprint on his cheek.

“Are you alright?” George asked softly. “I didn’t mean to offend you by trying to help, I just know how he can be and I – ”

“Please don’t apologize, I’m…I’m quite glad you came to my rescue, Mr. Weasley.”

“Have you forgotten my name already, Your Highness?”

You shuddered at the formality and George burst into laughter, the sound of which made the fluttering from this morning come back tenfold.

“My apologies, George,” you emphasized.

Soon, you reached your Father’s study and relayed your encounter with whom, he thought to be, one of his most trusted knights. You excused yourself quite quickly after your Father thanked George for “coming to your rescue”, as he so aptly put it, and you would have to have been blind to miss the wink your Father gave you at the sight of George following you like you were the Sun and he was a mere satellite.

“I guess I’ll have to find a new target,” George mused as the two of you walked down the corridor together.

You stopped abruptly, causing George to crash into you roughly, but he had no time to react before you screeched.

“It’s been YOU? You’re the infamous castle prankster? All this time I’ve been trying to figure it out and I had absolutely no idea.”

“Well, you didn’t really know I existed until yesterday, did you?” He teased.

Although his tone was lighthearted, you couldn’t help but look down in embarrassment. You were ashamed that you hadn’t tried harder to meet him before your chance encounter, if not to thank him for helping your Mother but to comfort someone who you knew was still facing the same sorrows as you. It was the thought of confronting that grief that selfishly held you back, but that excuse didn’t make it any less difficult to deal with.

“Hey, Y/N, I was only joking. We wouldn’t have met any other way, our paths hadn’t ever intertwined.”

“I know you’re right but I should have made more of an effort. I wanted to, after I heard about your brother, because I thought maybe you might want someone to talk to who can relate, but I wasn’t ready to talk about Clara.”

George stayed silent, sensing you had more to say after your pause. You fiddled nervously with your necklace, wondering if Luna had magic powers as you watched him struggle miserably to avert his gaze from your chest.

“Actually,” you began thoughtfully, “yesterday was the first time I’ve spoken about her since she passed. Of course, people ask how I’m doing or my Mother, Father, or siblings will reminisce, but I never…I never bring her up on my own.”

“That’s how it was at first for me. My family is very close, and I know they all loved Fred just as much as me, but it was different. I lost my twin, my best friend, my other half, and when they started healing and moving on, I stayed stagnant. It took me so much longer than my siblings and my parents, but once you take that first step it gets easier.”

You smiled and reached for George’s hand, praying that your palms weren’t as sweaty as you thought they might be.

“George and Fred…a nice ring to it, I think. I’m sure you got up to all kinds of mischief together.”

“Oh, no one ever called us George and Fred. It was always Fred and George,” he said with a chuckle.

“Well, I may be biased, but I think it sounds better my way.”

Feeling bold, you winked at him before slightly tugging his hand toward his workshop, eager to start your lessons and spend the day locked away with just George.

If you had turned around only slightly, you would have seen George’s cheeks flushed as red as his hair and a dopey smile on his handsome face.

The door to George’s workshop swung upon with ease, and you gazed with wonder upon the many cauldrons, ingredients, and tools laid out on the nearest table.

“Welcome to Potions 101,” George bellowed comically. “Today, we’ll be making a remedy for nausea to start out simple. I brewed my own batch earlier this morning, and everything you need to make yours, including instructions, is right here on this table. When you have finished, we’ll compare yours to mine.”

“So I just…get started?” You questioned.

“Exactly. My Mum always told me that the best way to learn is get thrown right into it. I’ll be sitting right here if you have any questions, but I’m not going to assist you in anyway unless absolutely necessary.”

You furrowed your brows as George sat down in an armchair across the room. While you weren’t sure exactly how he was going to teach you, you definitely weren’t expecting him to sit in silence while you stumbled your way through his chicken scratch directions.

After thirty minutes of no noise except for the roaring fire underneath your cauldron, you huffed and hoped it sounded as annoyed as you felt.

“Is there something bothering you, Y/N?” George smirked.

“Well, yes. How come you aren’t speaking to me?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to. You’re here to learn and conversation is distracting.”

“I thought we could, I don’t know, get to know each other. I mean, if I have to brew remedies for stomach problems in silence every day I might lose my mind and it’ll be entirely your fault.”

You heard George chuckling and looked up to find him looking at you, eyes alight with a playful glint.

“Ms. Y/L/N, did you have an ulterior motive when you asked me to teach you? Did you maybe just…want to spend time with me?”

“That is very bold of you to assume, George,” you stammered, accidentally dropping far more peppermint than needed into your bubbling cauldron.

George remained silent, the teasing look still on his face as you scrambled to save your mixture. Since it was impossible to separate liquids, you angrily sat down and blew a stray hair out of your eye with an aggravated sigh.

Now that your face was covered by the cauldron, you felt more inclined to answer George’s question.

“What if I did have an ulterior motive? Would that…would that change what’s happening here? Are you the Potions Master teaching an eager student? Or…or is this something else?”

You heard no response except for approaching footsteps. George stopped in front of you, taking your hand and pulling you from your seated position.

“I have a confession to make,” he said quietly. “I know we officially met yesterday, but I’ve known who you are for quite a while now. Not just in the “you’re the Princess of the Kingdom I live in” way but, I’ve been…watching you I guess I could say.”

You raised an eyebrow, eager to hear how he would explain that away.

“Not creepily watching you, no, not at all, I just…I saw you one day in the gardens. I knew who you were but I wasn’t sure if I could approach you, you’re the Princess, and then I saw you talking to Neville. You were so kind and treated him like a friend, like an equal. When you left I asked him about you and he told me how you and your family weren’t like other Royals. He told me about your sister and how he was so sad that he hadn’t seen you genuinely smile since she passed and I felt, I felt connected to you.”

He paused and tentatively reached for your face with his other hand. You gladly accepted and placed your own on top of his, relishing in the way his calloused fingers delicately traced your cheek.

“Before Fred died, our business was…unconventional, I guess you could say. We sold gag gifts, joke items, pranking seminars, anything to do with causing mischief, in the surrounding villages. It was wonderful and we got to do something we loved and were passionate about, together, but when he died that passion died with me. Until I came here, and I saw the way your eyes lit up when one of your little brothers chased the other with a spider or jumped out from behind a pillar to scare one of the castle staff. You didn’t smile, but I saw the twinkle in your eyes and it made me want to explore that part of myself again, if only to make you laugh.”

“George,” you whispered, “I don’t…I don’t know what to say.”

“I know, I know, it’s creepy. I’m creepy. I shouldn’t have said anything – “

“George!” You cried, interrupting him. “I think you’re incredibly sweet.”

“You…you do?”

“You spent your free time setting up things in the castle to make me laugh for the most selfless reason I can think of, why would I not think you’re sweet?”

“I thought you would think I was absolutely mad but, I just wanted to do whatever I could because I could see and relate to how you were feeling. It wasn’t entirely selfless, I admit, it helped me too.”

“Well, I’m glad that it did. You could have talked to me, you know. I don’t bite and I would hope that you realized my parents don’t believe in castle hierarchy.”

“I realized it straight away but…you made me nervous. Every time I thought I had the courage to say something I felt as if I’d throw up everywhere. Honestly, some of the times you knocked on my workshop door I was in here, I just didn’t know how to talk to you.”

You burst out laughing at his admission, trying to picture George Weasley hiding behind his bookshelves of potions or in a broom cupboard because he was too nervous to speak to you.

“That’s how I felt this morning,” you said quietly. “I woke up and thought I must be sick, but Luna informed me it was just nerves.”

“You were nervous? Over me?”

“Well, you are quite handsome. And maybe I was worried I wouldn’t be any good at making nausea remedies which, as it turns out, I’m not.”

“Eh, you just need a bit of practice. I say you come here every day, twice a day until you can make every potion, draught, remedy, herbal supplement, and tonic in existence.”

You tilted your head back to laugh, and when you looked back up at George you became irritatingly aware of how close your faces were.

“I think there’s something else I’d like to practice…” you whispered as you leaned in.

Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that if anyone had looked away, they would have missed it.

You backed off slowly, worried that you had misread this entire situation, but the instant you leaned away George grabbed your face with his hands and kissed you with such fervor you stumbled backward. Your hands snaked around his neck to hold yourself steady and his nose bumped yours clumsily as you navigated the unfamiliarity of one another.

He tasted of peppermint and tea, like the flames of a fire that currently roared to life in your stomach and your chest. He was soft and rough, warm and inviting, and your senses could only know George. George. George. His name, a mantra in your mind as your fingers tangled in his messy hair and he let out a breathy moan.

“George,” you whispered against his lips, breathing deeply to ease the burning ache in your lungs.

He opened his eyes slowly, pupils blown and searching for your own. You must have looked a sight, and the thought of anyone walking in to your current predicament caused laughter to erupt from you.

“What’s so funny, love?” He asked with a small smile.

“I was just thinking about what might happen if someone walked in at this very moment.”

George ran quickly to the door and locked it while you stood laughing at his distress. A look of annoyance was clear on his face as he staggered back to you, confirming that your kiss had affected him just as much as it had affected you.

“Oh come on, George, it’s not like you’d be banished from the Kingdom. You’d just have to explain to my parents why you were snogging my face off without asking their permission to court me first.”

Now that you said it aloud, you could understand his fear.

“Well,” he breathed out as he slid an arm around your waist, “now that I’m certain there can be no interruptions, what do you say we get back to practicing?”

“You’re absolutely right, George,” you said cheekily as you turned away from him. “I do believe I have a nausea remedy to restart.”

“Aye, that you do.”

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fireemblemtcg · 4 years ago

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Cipher Live Broadcast 22-8-2020: New card translations

Cards which have been given dedicated showcases on the Cipher twitter account are not included, as this blog already has translations of them.

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Archanea

B22-????? Cain: Blazing Knight of Crimson Flame Paladin/Cost4(3) No Symbol/Male/Sword/Beast 70ATK/10SUPP/1RNG

"We will fight on, with passion in our hearts!"

Red Knights Brimming with Fighting Spirit [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 1] Choose 1 "Naoise", "Allen", "Kent", "Forde", "Kieran", or "Sully" from your hand, and deploy it.

"Now! Strike down our liege's enemies!" [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Choose as many allies who are in the Back Line as you wish, and move them. This skill is only usable if 1 or more other <Beast> allies are present.

Illust. mineri

B22-????? Abel: Sprouting Knight of Verdant Lea Paladin/Cost4(3) No Symbol/Male/Lance/Beast 70ATK/10SUPP/1RNG

"Let us go together... As partners, and as rivals."

Green Knights Gallantly Galloping [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 1] Choose 1 "Alec", "Lance", "Sain", "Kyle", "Oscar", or "Stahl" from your hand, and deploy it.

"Now! Protect our liege!" [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Choose as many allies who are in the Front Line as you wish, and move them. This skill is only usable if 1 or more other <Beast> allies are present.

Illust. mineri

B22-????? Tiki: Legendary Dragon Manakete/Cost5 No Symbol/Female/Dragonstone/Dragon/Armored 60ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I really get along with everyone here. I like them all so very much!"

With Everyone! [SPECIAL] If you have as many or fewer bond cards than your opponent, the deployment cost of this card while in your hand is reduced by 3.

Divine Mist [ALWAYS] If this unit is in combat with an enemy with a deployment cost of 5 or higher, this unit gains +60 attack.

Illust. Sakura Miwabe

Valentia

B22-????? Alm: Moment of Embarkation Fighter/Cost1 Red/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I hope this journey will bring us together again..."

With Hope In His Heart [ALWAYS] If 2 or more other <Red> allies are present, this unit gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Red> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Dōji Shiki

B22-????? Celica: Noble Warrior Queen Rigain/Cost3(4) Red/Female/Tome 50ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

"May this strength be enough to keep my friends safe."

Superhuman Love [TRIGGER] When this unit Class Changes, draw 3 cards. Choose 2 cards from your hand, and send them to the Retreat Area. This skill will not trigger if Class Changing via a skill's effect.

Queen's Aura [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 1] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +20 attack.

Illust. Hatapug

B22-????? Tobin: Bow Knight Hiding Destructive Power Oliphantier/Cost3(4) Red/Male/Bow/Beast 40ATK/20SUPP/1-3RNG

"Oh man, look at these muscles. Who wants to touch 'em?"

Explosive Flaming Arrow [TRIGGER] When this unit Class Changes, choose as many non-lord enemies with a deployment cost of 3 or lower as you wish, and destroy them. This skill will not trigger if Class Changing via a skill's effect.

Strength of a Giant Raging Elephant [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Flip 1 <Red> bond card face-down] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +30 attack.

Illust. Karuta Shiki

Jugdral

B22-????? Sigurd: Lordling of the Blood of Baldr Lord/Cost1 Yellow/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"The first duty of any knight is to the people."

Descendant of a Crusader [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] When you play a "Sigurd" in the Bond Area, you may choose 1 non-lord enemy, and move them.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Yellow> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Kazuhiro Taneda

B22-????? Seliph: Savior of Jugdral Knight Lord/Cost4(3) Yellow/Male/Sword/Beast 70ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"Come! I will falter no longer!"

Unifier of Light [ALWAYS] This unit is immune to destruction as the cost of, and via the effect of, skills.

[BS] Inherited Holy Soul [BOND] [TRIGGER] When you play this card in the Bond Area, if an allied "Sigurd" is present, you may choose 1 non-lord enemy, and move them.

Illust. Homazo

B22-????? Brigid: Pirate Captainess Archer/Cost1 Yellow/Female/Bow 30ATK/20SUPP/2RNG

"There will be no petty pillaging on my watch!"

Pride of the Chivalrous Pirates [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] When an other ally is deployed in the same area as this unit, then until the end of the turn, this unit gains +10 attack.

Anti-Fliers [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking a <Flier>, this unit gains +30 attack.

[ATK] Bullseye Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, non-lord defending units are unable to evade.

Illust. Uroko Naruse

B22-????? Brigid: Descendant of the Archer-God Ullr Sniper/Cost4(3) Yellow/Female/Bow 60ATK/20SUPP/2RNG

"I know I'll have his blood on my hands for the rest of my life, but... I just hope that you, at least, understand why I'm doing this, Edain."

Yewfelle's Holy Arrow [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 1] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +10 attack. If this unit is in the Front Line, she instead gains +30 attack.

Seething Blood of the Archer-God [ALWAYS] If you have 6 or more bond cards, this unit's attacks are immune to being evaded by non-lord enemies.

Anti-Fliers [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking a <Flier>, this unit gains +30 attack.

Illust. Uroko Naruse

B22-????? Leif: Dreaming of Leonster's Restoration Lord/Cost1 Yellow/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"For years now, we've talked of doing exactly this! Of restoring Leonster, and leading a Leonsterite army to victory over the Empire's forces..."

Thracia-Crossing Prince [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 1, Send 1 <Yellow> bond card to the Retreat Area] Choose 1 "Leif" from your Retreat Area, and play it in the Bond Area.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Yellow> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Karuta Shiki

B22-????? Pan: Boss of the Dandelions Rogue/Cost3(2) Yellow/Male/Sword 60ATK/10SUPP/1RNG

"These folk wouldn't happen to be that liberation army I've been hearin' tell of, would they? I'm up for this. Introduce me to your leader, why dontcha?"

Clandestine Chivalrous Thieves [ACT] [TAP] Choose 1 <Yellow> card with 50 or lower attack from your hand, and deploy it.

"Follow this up with your Unlock staff!" [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Reveal the topmost card of your opponent's deck. You may send that card to the Retreat Area.

Illust. Nekobayashi

Elibe

B22-????? Roy: Abundantly Clever Lordling Lord/Cost1 Purple/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"If you ask me, a victory won with sacrifices is no victory at all. Let me think it over... There must be a way that everyone can make it through this alive!"

"Let's fight together!" [TRIGGER] When this unit's attack destroys an enemy, you may choose 1 other <Purple> ally, and move them.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Purple> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Hatori Kyōka

B22-????? Lilina: Ladyling Becoming the Leader Mage/Cost2 No Symbol/Female/Tome 40ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

"I've gotten stronger! I hope it'd make my father proud."

Explosive Fire Magic [TRIGGER] [Send 1 card from your hand to the Retreat Area] When you deploy this unit, you may pay the cost and if you do: Draw 1 card.

Forblaze [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +100 attack. This skill is only usable if 1 or more enemies with 100 or higher attack are present.

Illust. I☆LA

B22-????? Eliwood: Lordling with Faith in His Friends Lord/Cost1 Purple/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"Perhaps you could travel with us. We would be stronger with you in our company."

"I hope that you'll lend me your support." [ACT] [Tap 1 other <Purple> ally] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Purple> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Saori Toyota

B22-????? Ninian: Dancer of Destiny Dancer/Cost2 Purple/Female/No Weapon 20ATK/10SUPP/NO RNG

"I'm called Ninian. My brother, Nils, and I are traveling performers."

Gentle, Lovely Dance [ACT] [TAP, FLIP 1] Choose 1 <Purple> ally with a deployment cost of 5 or higher who has attacked in this turn, and untap them.

Destiny-Defying Heart [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] When this unit is tapped by the cost of, or as the effect of, an other ally's skill, untap this unit.

Illust. Misei Ito

B22-???R Al: Going Our Separate Ways Dragon Lord/Cost5(4) Purple/Male/Sword 70ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I promise... I won't ever cause such despair again. I won't ever try to seize power again."

True Power [ALWAYS] This unit gains +30 attack.

Returning the Sword of the Champion [TRIGGER] At the end of your opponent's turn, until this unit leaves the battlefield, this unit loses "True Power".

"The flames shall consume all - and hence, something new will be born." [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 2] If this unit lacks "True Power", reveal the topmost card of your deck, and deploy it.

Illust. Kōtarō Yamada

Magvel

B22-????? Eirika: Younger Princess of Renais Lord/Cost1 Purple/Female/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I have made a vow. I will fight as you have until the day Renais is liberated."

Sacred Resolve [ALWAYS] If 1 or more allies with a deployment cost of 2 or higher are present, this unit gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Purple> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Sachiko Wada

B22-????? Ephraim: Brave King of the Flame Lance Lord/Cost2 No Symbol/Male/Lance 50ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"People criticize my fighting style - "reckless," they call me! Call me that when I lose - because I won't."

The Will to Win [ACT] If you have as many or fewer bond cards than your opponent, this unit gains +20 attack.

Siegmund [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 2] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +30 attack.

Illust. Haru Miyajima

B22-????? Fomortiis: Darkness-Ruling Demon King Demon King/Cost5 Purple/No Gender/Fang/Monster 80ATK/0SUPP/1RNG

"Humans... Lament your fate. Weep for the dead. Despair for the living. Wail and tremble in grief. I am returned."

Controlled by Evil [SPECIAL] If no allied "Fomortiis" is present, you may Level Up an allied "Lyon" into this card.

Resurrection of the Demon King [TRIGGER] When you Level Up this unit, you may choose up to 2 <Monster> cards from your Retreat Area, and deploy them.

A Land Awash With Miasma [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Send 2 cards from your hand to the Retreat Area] Choose up to 2 <Monster> cards with a deployment cost of 3 or lower from your Retreat Area, and add them to your hand.

Illust. Yoneko

Tellius

B22-????? Ike: Young Successor to Peerless Swordsmanship Ranger/Cost1 Green/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"Are you the commander of this battalion? Order your men to retreat, and I'll let you escape with your life."

Commander's Swordsmanship [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking your opponent's lord, this unit gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Green> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Senri Kita

B22-????? Micaiah: Maiden of the Dawn Brigade Light Mage/Cost1 Green/Female/Tome 30ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

"There are some who call me the Silver-Haired Maiden and their savior."

Healing Palm of Light [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Send 1 "Micaiah" from your hand to the Retreat Area] Choose 1 non-"Micaiah" card from your Retreat Area, and add it to your hand.

[DEF] Miracle Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, your opponent's attacking unit is unable to inflict a critical hit.

Illust. Mayo

B22-????? Sothe: Protective Wind of the Dawn Brigade Rogue/Cost4(3) Green/Male/Knife 70ATK/10SUPP/1RNG

"We must go to the desert to meet our destiny."

The Wind that Blows at Dawn [SPECIAL] If a total of 5 or more cards are stacked with your lord, the deployment cost of this card is reduced by 2.

Maiden-Protecting Blade [ALWAYS] If this unit is in the same area as allied "Micaiah", this unit gains +10 attack.

Illust. Minori Huyuzora

B22-????? Lehran: Fallen Light Bird Tribe/Cost2 Green/Male/Fang/Flier/Beast 20ATK/20SUPP/NO RNG

"This world does not need beorc. And the laguz... are deeply flawed. Awaken! Oh, Goddess. Awaken... and judge."

Manipulator of History [ACT] [TAP] Choose 1 enemy with a deployment cost of 3 or lower who is in the Back Line, and move them.

"Bring destruction upon the world!" [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Choose 1 card from your Retreat Area, and place it at the very bottom of your deck. This skill is only usable if an ally with the unit name "Medallion" is present.

Illust. Setsu

Ylisse

B22-????? Chrom: Prince of the Exalted Bloodline Lord/Cost1 Blue/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"This is no easy thing you ask of me. I have my own causes: a halidom to save and a future to win."

Oath Upon the Brand [ALWAYS] During your turn, if you have more orbs than your opponent, this unit gains +20 attack.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Purple> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Rokkaku Yamada

B22-????? Robin (F): The Exalt's Tactician Tactician/Cost2 Blue/Female/Sword 50ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I'll think of something, Chrom. I promise."

The Optimal Strategy [TRIGGER] When you deploy this unit, choose 1 other <Blue> ally. Until the end of the turn, that ally gains +10 attack.

Tactician's Thunder [ACT] [FLIP 1] Until the end of the turn, this unit acquires <Tome> and range 1-2.

Illust. пNekoR

B22-???SR(+) Robin (F): Tactician Bearing a Spectrum of Strategies Grandmaster/Cost5(4) Blue/Female/Tome 60ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

[SR] "Chrom and I are two halves of a greater whole... Our hearts beat as one!" [SR+] "Tell the others... my last thoughts were of them... May we meet again, in a better life..."

Fate-Transcending Grandmaster [TRIGGER] When this unit Class Changes, choose up to 1 non-lord enemy per Class Changed ally present, and destroy them.

The Ultimate Plan [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Send 1 of your orbs to the Retreat Area] Draw 1 card. Choose 1 card from your hand, and add it to your orbs.

"I've got your back." [ACT] [Flip 1 <Blue> bond card face-down] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +40 attack.

Illust. пNekoR

B22-????? Lissa: Princess of the Shepherds Cleric/Cost2 Blue/Female/Staff 40ATK/20SUPP/NO RNG

"You're lucky the Shepherds found you. Brigands would've been a rude awakening!"

"I've got you!" [SPECIAL] When an ally Class Changes, you may deploy this card from your hand into the Back Line.

Heal [ACT] [TAP, FLIP 2] Choose 1 non-"Lissa" card from your Retreat Area, and add it to your hand.

"You can do it!" [ACT] [TAP] Choose up to 2 allies who have Class Changed. Until the end of the turn, the chosen allies gain +10 attack.

Illust. Fumi Hasumi

Hoshido and Nohr

B22-????? Takumi: Prince at Play Kinshi Knight/Cost1 No Symbol/Male/Bow/Flier/Beast 20ATK/30SUPP/2RNG

"I'll show you how to really have some summer fun!"

Fishie Bow [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 1] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +10 attack.

Anti-Fliers [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking a <Flier>, this unit gains +30 attack.

[ATK] Elysian Emblem [SUPPORT] Choose 1 ally, other than your attacking unit. You may move that ally.

Illust. Simadoriru

B22-????? Camilla: Steamy Secrets Pegasus Knight/Cost1 No Symbol/Female/Knife/Flier/Beast 20ATK/30SUPP/1-2RNG

"Ready for a dip in a hot spring? Come with me! Don't be shy!"

Elysian Deliverer [ACT] [TAP] Choose 1 other ally, and move them.

[ATK] Elysian Emblem [SUPPORT] Choose 1 ally, other than your attacking unit. You may move that ally.

Illust. Yoshirō Ambe

B22-???R Kaze: Refreshing Breeze Devoted to Hoshido Master Ninja/Cost3(2) White/Male/Knife 50ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

"We vow to be Saizo the Fifth's eye!"

Refreshing Whirlwind [ACT] [Tap 1 ally] Choose 1 non-lord enemy with a deployment cost of 4 or higher. Until the end of the turn, that enemy is unable to evade.

Wind-Riding Shadow Blade [ALWAYS] During your turn, if 2 or more other allies are present, this unit gains +10 attack.

Illust. Yugo Okuma

B22-???R Saizo: Explosive Flame Serving Hoshido Master Ninja/Cost3(2) White/Male/Knife 50ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

"I know I can count on you both. I couldn't ask for better comrades."

Pyrotechnician's Colorbringing [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 2] When this unit's attack destroys an enemy, you may pay the cost and if you do: Untap this unit. Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +50 attack.

Silent Shadow Dweller [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Move this unit. This skill is only usable if 2 or more other allies are present.

Illust. Yugo Okuma

B22-???R Kagero: Shining Blade Illuminating Hoshido Master Ninja/Cost3(2) White/Female/Knife 50ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

"An army that truly believes and trusts in itself is stronger than any foe that doesn't."

Bewitching Heat Haze Shuriken [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Choose 1 non-lord enemy with a deployment cost of 3 or lower. Until the end of the turn, that enemy is unable to evade.

Kunoichi's Shadow Skill [ALWAYS] If 2 or more other allies are present, this unit is able to attack enemies regardless of range.

Illust. Yugo Okuma

Fódlan

B22-????? Byleth (M): Monastery Professor Commoner/Cost1 Brown/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"You fought well."

An Inevitable Encounter [ALWAYS] If an allied "Edelgard", "Dimitri" or "Claude (Fódlan)" is present, this unit gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Authority Emblem [SUPPORT] Choose 1 ally, other than your attacking unit. You may move that ally.

Illust. Moyataro

B22-????? Edelgard: Noble Leader of the Black Eagles Noble/Cost1 Brown/Female/Axe 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"No matter the tactics you devise, we will destroy you. The best you can hope for is to learn a thing or two."

Imperial Princess's Majesty [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Tap 2 other <Brown> allies] Choose 1 enemy, and move them.

[ATK] Authority Emblem [SUPPORT] Choose 1 ally, other than your attacking unit. You may move that ally.

Illust. Tomohide Takaya

B22-????? Dimitri: Gallant Leader of the Blue Lions Noble/Cost1 Brown/Male/Lance 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I will fight with honor. That said, I will fight to win."

Prince's Iron Arm [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Tap 2 other <Brown> allies] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +30 attack.

[ATK] Authority Emblem [SUPPORT] Choose 1 ally, other than your attacking unit. You may move that ally.

Illust. Tomohide Takaya

B22-????? Claude (Fódlan): Meticulous Leader of the Golden Deer Noble/Cost1 Brown/Male/Bow 30ATK/20SUPP/2RNG

"Hey, now! If you two are getting this fired up before the battle even starts... it'll make it that much easier for my class to sweep up a win. So please, carry on."

Schemer's Brilliant Ploy [TRIGGER] When you deploy an other <Brown> ally, until the end of the turn, this unit is able to attack enemies regardless of range.

Anti-Fliers [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking a <Flier>, this unit gains +30 attack.

[ATK] Authority Emblem [SUPPORT] Choose 1 ally, other than your attacking unit. You may move that ally.

Illust. Tomohide Takaya

B22-????? Bernadetta: Declaring a Life of Seclusion Bow Knight/Cost5(3) Brown/Female/Bow/Beast 60ATK/20SUPP/2-3RNG

"I'll do my best for both of you! If I die here, it would be with shame and regret... Oh, I can't let that happen!"

The Inexhaustible, the Holy Bow [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Flip 2 <Bow> bond cards face-down] Untap this unit.

Anti-Fliers [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking a <Flier>, this unit gains +30 attack.

[CP] Crest of Indech [HAND] [ACT] [Send this card to the Retreat Area] Choose 1 enemy with 80 or higher attack, and move them. ([HAND] is used by revealing this card from your hand.)

Illust. Tobi

Spinoffs

B22-????? Itsuki Aoi: Lord of Fortuna Mirage Master/Cost5(4) Red/Blue/Male/Sword/Mirage 70ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I'll take on the role of Marth. I won't let any of you down."

Emblem Form [ALWAYS] If 2 or more other <Mirage> allies are present, this unit gains +10 attack.

Opera of Light [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 1] Choose 1 <Mirage> card from your hand, and deploy it.

Supreme Session [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] When you deploy an ally who possess a [CF], draw 1 card.

Illust. Hatori Kyōka

B22-????? Tiki: Miracle Utaloid Utaloid/Cost1 Red/Blue/Female/Dragonstone/Dragon/Mirage 30ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"Give it your all, big brother!"

I'll Tiki-Tiki You (For Reals) [ACT] [TAP] Choose 1 other ally. Until the end of the turn, that ally gains +10 attack. If that ally is <Mirage>, then instead, until the end of the your opponent's next turn, that ally gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Tandem Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, your <Red> or <Blue> attacking unit gains +10 attack.

Illust. Tobi

B22-????? Alfonse: Prince of the Opening Kingdom Lord/Cost1 No Symbol/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"Some of our kingdom's subjects objected when I joined this order. But I wanted to do my part."

Prince of the Order of Heroes [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] When you deploy a symbol-less ally, until the end of the turn, this unit gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Tandem Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, your symbol-less attacking unit gains +10 attack.

Illust. Yoko Matsurika

B22-????? Rowan: Peerless Chaos Dragon-Slaying Sword Golden Prince/Cost5(4) No Symbol/Male/Sword 70ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"We won't lose to you. We'll show you the power of our bonds!"

Glimmering Golden Enliron [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [ACT] [FLIP 1] If 5 or more enemies are present, destroy all non-lord enemies.

Shield of Flames [TRIGGER] Each time 1 enemy is destroyed, until the end of the turn, this unit gains +10 attack.

Illust. Hatapug

B22-????? Niamh: Seeking Knowledge of Chaos Unending Chaos Arch Sage/Cost5(3) Green/Female/Sword 70ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"This world has not been consumed by the Boundless Chaos... Does it owe this to its heroes... or some other force? Further research is necessary..."

Step X: Random Selection of a Chaos Diver to Probe Into the Field of Chaos [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] Your opponent reveals the topmost card of their deck. Send all non-lord enemies with the same unit name as that card to the Boundless Area.

Step Y: Report Analyzing New Concepts Derived from the Transmitted Sensory Data of the Diver [ALWAYS] If your opponent has 1 or more cards in their Boundless Area, this unit gains +10 attack.

Illust. пNekoR

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P22-???PR Marth: Successor to the Emblem Shield Lodestar/Cost3(2) Red/Male/Sword 60ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I suppose that there are times when victory is impossible without sacrifice... Still, I want to prevail without losing anybody."

The Shield of Orbs Fivefold [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 2] Until the end of your opponent's next turn, all allies gain +10 attack.

Falchion [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking a <Dragon>, this unit gains +20 attack.

Illust. Senri Kita

P22-???PR Seliph: Heir to the Blood of Light Lord/Cost1 Yellow/Male/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"How would you like to pay the Milesian markets a visit - just the two of us? I'll buy you anything that takes your fancy."

Leader of the Liberation Army [ALWAYS] During your turn, if you have 2 or more <Yellow> bond cards, this unit gains +10 attack.

[ATK] Fate Emblem [SUPP] If your attacking unit is <Yellow>, draw 1 card. Then, choose 1 card from your hand and place it at the top of your deck.

Illust. Kotetsu Kinoshita

P22-???PR Lyn: Noble Lady of Caelin Lord/Cost1 Purple/Female/Sword 40ATK/10SUPP/1RNG

"Are you awake? I found you unconscious on the plains."

Noblewoman Proficient in Martial Arts [ALWAYS] During your turn, if no non-lord enemies are present, this unit gains +20 attack.

[ATK] Attack Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, your attacking unit gains +20 attack.

Illust. Ayaka Katō

P22-???PR Lucina: Princess from a Desperate Future Lord/Cost1 Blue/Female/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"A little respite is nice every so often..."

The Name of the Hero-King [SPECIAL] Treat this card as if its unit name is also "Marth".

Brand 'Neath the Mask [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] When you deploy an other <Blue> ally, choose 1 of your orbs, and look at its face.

[ATK] Hero Emblem [SUPPORT] Until the end of this combat, the number of orbs that will be destroyed by your <Blue> attacking unit is increased to 2.

Illust. Shizuki

P22-???PR Corrin (F): Princess of Two Homelands Nohr Princess/Cost1 White/Black/Female/Sword 40ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"I... just can't make up my mind. Will you help me choose?"

Toward the Veiled Kingdom [ACT] [TAP, FLIP 2] Choose card that is both <White> and <Black> from your Retreat Area, and add it to your hand.

[ATK] Illumination Emblem [SUPP] If your attacking unit is <White> or <Black>, choose 1 of your orbs and look at its face.

Illust. I☆LA

P22-????? Byleth (F): Teacher in Maid Attire Assassin/Cost3(2) Brown/Female/Sword 60ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

Invitation to a Tea Party [ACT] [TAP, FLIP 1] Choose 1 <Brown> card with a deployment cost of 1 from your Retreat Area, and deploy it tapped.

Perfect Tea Time [ALWAYS] If 2 or more other allies are present, this unit gains +10 attack.

Illust. Haru Miyajima

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P14-010PRr Robin (M): Preeminent Tactician Tactician/Cost2 Blue/Male/Tome 40ATK/20SUPP/1-2RNG

"You're alright. I'll cover you."

Keen Analysis of Military Strength [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] You and your opponent each reveal the topmost card of your decks.

Illust. Kotetsu Kinoshita

P14-011PRr Corrin (F): Princess of White Darkness Nohr Princess/Cost2 White/Female/Sword 50ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"We need to defeat Garon and end this war before our castle falls."

Golden Divine Sword [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [FLIP 2] Until the end of the turn, this unit gains +20 attack.

Advance Toward Peace [TRIGGER] When this unit's attack destroys your opponent's lord, you may choose as many allies in your Back Line as you wish and move them.

Illust. Kokon Konfuzi

P18-012PRr Byleth (M): Professor of Tactics Mercenary/Cost3(2) Brown/Male/Sword 60ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"This is our only move!"

Defeat in Detail [TRIGGER] [FLIP 1] When this unit's attack ends, you may pay the cost and if you do: Choose 1 enemy, and move them.

Illust. Nijihayashi

P18-013PRr Byleth (F): Professor of Strategy Mercenary/Cost3(2) Brown/Female/Sword 60ATK/20SUPP/1RNG

"Together, now!"

Siege-Reinforcing Strategy [TRIGGER] [ONCE PER TURN] When you deploy an other ally, until the end of the turn, this unit and that ally gain +10 attack.

Illust. Rika Suzuki

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Epiphany (Gifts sequel)

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Trigger warnings: Violence, strong language , yandere themes

Teaser :Epiphany is a moment of sudden and great revelation or realization.

Fate really have it twisted way of bringing two broken souls together, the said souls share the copy image view of the world not only mutual understanding but bring out the best in his other half , understand one another with the simplest move , love unconditionally and care for each other like there is no one but them. Soulmate bond that unbroken, soulmate was a whole being divided by two , one soul in two separate bodies.

Korra found on him the companion that she was seeking all the time , someone who understands her no matter how massed up and fucked up she was , the later always understand her , someone who view the world just the same like he was seeing it through her own eyes, he was magical too and he brought a new purpose to her life , he saved her from the bottomless loneliness. Tom found on her everything literally, a savior, a companion, someone like him with extraordinary abilities, she showed him how special he was , cared for him like a human being that he was, he felt gratitude for her first , he wanted to give back to her and protect her that feeling slowly developed to a youthful liking that took an expected turn to become an endless obsession that growth worse day by day.

He called it love and soulmate decided by fate. She called it companionship of no more or less then best friend platonic love.

Korra laid down on her bed, no there bed now that her massed up besitie claimed it as theirs , he was taking a bath in the exact same water she just bathed into it.

She heard him humming a song that she always listen to when she was working and she let her mind roam for a second debating if he always did that in his time in the prison , she though that leaving him there will help him realize that she doesn't have romantic feeling toward him , the only emotions her heart hold for him was platonic one .

But unfortunately it did not help at all, it made him believe she was either :

A)giving him time out as a punishment of not telling her he was Lord Voldemort and not making her involved in the purge as her right for being his soulmate

B) transferring there relationship to the state of long distance one to taste his ability for it which he proved to be idealist one

Even direct method of communication like talking her feeling toward him to make it loud and clear made the latter believe she was denying her feeling and too afraid to let herself being loved and love someone , loving her soulmate, he claimed that she have Philophobia . He called himself her medicine that will cure her of that phobia.

She sighed making herself in the fetus position , as she deeply analyzed trying to see from when and where he started loving her and having that 'we are soulmate' delusion .

Usually adolescence start having crushes around fourteen years old the average age where puberty happen , the awkward stage of leaving the childhood and entering the mystery land of teenage years that will be the gate to adulthood the current state of which both of them where now , they are doomed to stay in it for evermore .

"Fucking horcruxes" Korra scowled her tone dripping loath for whoever had a hand in letting him know about it , she never felt the desire to rip one throat with her bare teeth or the desire to curse him down with all the unforgivable curses respectfully in sequence .

In her fetus position she froze down at the idea, at the train of thought and where it landed her. She was thinking just like him, the ill intention to cause harm and unmentionable thing to an innocent.

Maybe just maybe they were .... alike?

‘No...I am not the same as someone who torment ,kill and destroy pure people life .’ She buried her face in the pillow deeper , letting the soft cushion consume all of her face , needed to let it block her though

How dare she let herself to even think they were the same? Next thing she knew that she would believe that they were product of fate design, the two shards of the same entity... soulmates.

Whoever said that one mind can be it worse enemy is truly man of wisdom. Even if the said wisdom applies to her right now, it's a sword with two different blades, her ally and her foe.

She could use it as weapon if she played her cards right. She can be free in no time and she could run away from him if she pretended that his ' treatment ' is curing her of her blindness of the indisputable truth.

'and then when he see I view him as a soulmate, I will run away when he give me freedom, when he trust me blindly ' Her mind was being her ally right now , Lady luck was on her side , her lady hope persona may lost the battle but there is war left , there is fire left on her that didn't die .

The door of the bathroom slightly opened leaving a crack that let the steam escape and the scented candles with lavender to spread into the air. And his humming stopped.

"Korra dear? Is everything alright there?" His voice was worried with no other trace of emotion there, just filled with worry.

"Yes Tom, everything is right, did something happened?" She matched his voice.

The crack spread more allowing for his wet head to be seen, and that smile to be fully displayed on it glory ,"it just that I heard you saying, " he paused for a few seconds allowing himself to perfectly mimic her words like a passage of speech from president himself. "Fucking horcruxes" his smiled forsaken for a smirk . "Darling you can't ..have an intercourse of that type with a container ...but if you feel...." Korra who's face exploded with red had avoided eye contact with him and rushed to cut his sentence. "No! I..don't want that ..." He chuckled softly , like she made an inside joke . "I know you don't want it ....now ....you are just saving yourself up for our wedding" His eyes had hunger look into them as he slowly closed the door.

Leaving her a mess of red and heat, while he returned to his humming that followed by more tone of euphoric.

She really needed to get out of that place.

As a mocking from fate her eyes landed on the pillow form the living room, she didn't know why it was there but the writing on it mocked her

{HOME SWEET HOME}

It's like a butcher welcoming a livestock before ending them for good.

She stepped out of the bed, but remembered the masks, she looked at them.

Lord Voldemort persona was staring at her with unforgiving stare promising chaos to whoever breathed an insult directly or indirectly to her or him, to any and every no magical human to make them existent from the word of living.

Her eyes drafted slightly to the right.

Lady Hope is antonym of her counterpart, her eyes brought mercy and hope to the suffering survivors, a reminder of the light side that still exist.

Anyone in their right mind will see that they were the opposite, foes made to destroy one another. Light vs dark in their form of materialistic.

But not to him of course.

Tom Marvalo Riddle was soaking wet in the bathtub He couldn't help but to feel rush of adrenalin through his vines.

That smirk was still in his lips. The masks were even more proof of their love.

Lord Voldemort destroy the enemy while Lady Hope cure the falling of their side both mentally and physically like the ancient Yin and Yang, one can cease to exist without the other, they need each other to survive.

Why she was so confused and misguided by those muggles ? His teeth chatting and his jaw clinched. The rotten muggles made her filthy . How dare they firstly to drive her away from her world that rightfully belong to her by their nasty spawn of Satan that doesn't have the ghost of claim to magic that preserved only for pureblood no they stole magic from them no claiming to claim something is to have an ownership right for it ,secondly they made her live among them doing low job that barley cover the bills ?

In infuriating he ran his hands through his long hairlines, he recalled that she would return them to their original length just the same length she putted will he did what he always does, impressive her.

He breathed in more of that scented smell of lavender, he noted to himself that in the manor he bought for them and just them he will grow lavender in the garden and more lovely flowers so when she walk the pathway it always have a scent she liked.

He has millions and more scenarios of their eternal life together, he had one year of isolation to plan it and write it down on the diary, even living them in his slumber.

He heard the sound of a door opening and he was half expecting that she will be joining him, he embraced himself to feel her body heat against his and move his body to the side of the bathtub making space for her and he moved a finger and music began a pleasing song filled the atmosphere but the bathroom door was not the one who opened that the bedroom one .

Korra was on the hallway , it was still Halloween night she called hear children screaming with enjoyment "trick or treat", she looked at the window and saw youngsters wearing cosplays of their favorite characters even that one of them even wore a suit and claimed to be bodyguard for his sister that wore a simple regular custom resemble modern princess. she got an instant flashback at the sign of the two.

It was Tom first year Halloween with her and she wanted to give him as normal childhood as someone like him called. Blaz was waiting for them at the living room to get ready for the ancient act of trick and treat.

"Are you sure you want to be wearing suit? I don't mind it but it's your choice " he simply nods and flashed her a lovely smile. "Yes bestie, I am really sure also I read in a book that cliché is overrated so why not use something new?" The boy that too mature for his age said , Korra theorized that his suffering and tormenting that he faced in the orphanage led him to be this developed in his mind but they say that trauma build the character ,it's a sacrifice of innocent for the gain of knowledge.

Korra left him to change to her custom in her room . the boy mentally scolded, he never liked this 'Blaz' , but for her he will pretend that he tolerate him until he find the perfect method to get him to leave them alone .he looked at himself on the mirror .the reflection showed his dark hair gracing his childhood feathers and his dark eyes matched the occasion and the suit that he insist on wearing will give an effect on anyone to not talk down to him.

After couple of minutes Korra come back wearing regular clothes that was not addressing the holiday at all, he extended his hand to her like a young gentleman , korra though he was being in the character so she took his hand into hers and they wordlessly went downstairs to join Blaz . The man jumped to his feet from seeing that she was not dress up and he was wearing skeleton custom . "You...you didn't dress up?" Blaz voice filled with disappointment as his eyes traveled between his custom and her regular everyday clothes . She shrugged "I am going in as a background character they don't dress shiny like the protagonist and antagonist, just normal to blend in" she took a good look at his custom and an idea popped into her head ." I can be the previous you ... Living just before death" Tom hand on her squeeze and he bite his lips making them thin line, just the idea of losing her to death was unbearable , he hated how death means separation of loved one, in his orphanage days he was starved out of love and caring that he craved so frantically, just because he was different than others doesn't mean he didn't yearn for his basic human right of emotional containing. That made him attached to her as she was the sole survivor with him after the apocalypse.

"And Tom? let me guess a high lord of a previous lifetime?" Blaz voice may come as cheery for others but to him it's as irritating as sharp nails on a chalkboard. He just couldn't wait to get him out of the picture. It took Tom a maximum of five seconds to put his fake tolerance for Blaz to display. His vocal was so calm and soft as his dark eyes held warmth of the sun in a winter morning "You can say so , but in fact I am korra's bodyguard...she may say she's a background character for someone story but for me she’s the heroine in my book" his eyes captivated with real emotions of gratefulness as he continues with charming tone ." She's my savior" with a kiss on her hand he finished.

"Tom....that’s too much .... You are too much of a true gentleman now " Korra who can't remember the last time someone made positive remark on her maybe it was when she worked in the ministry when Jonathan Morgenstern an aurora made a mistake of practicing magic to let out a fire when he was camping during his vacation unaware of unwanted attention of a muggle who was hiking which led the wizard to ask the ministry to send an obliviter to fix his undone, he called her in a friendly comment a light giver due after obliviating the muggle she didn't forget to bring with her a light to help him start a bonfire. That nickname become her code name after the accident .

"No bestie I am telling the truth....is that a tear?" Indeed she had a silent tear on her eyelids , "yes, something went into my eyes I think it was an eyelash" she was not lying completely since one was on her eyes and she had a tear because of the impact pf his words on her , it was fate giving her a merciful look.

"Let me rub it out for you" before she can protest he reach out his hand that she knelt to his head level allowing him to get the stubbornly eyelash for her but instead of dismissing it with his hand the boy put it on his hand palm . "Bestie what are you doing?" Korra was concerned that he will practice magic Infront of Blaz. "It's a saying in a folklore that if you put an eyelash on your hand and made a wish it will become true , come one bestie make a wish for me"

The woman mumbled lowly out of Blaz earshot but in Tom's one "I wish that we will stay best friends forever " and then she bellowed. ----- When they walked from house to house that was decorated for the night of the mythical creatures, enjoying the peaceful night without any accident until one that nearly ruining the night for them had happened . They were walking to the last house of the night when the one responded to the door ball was an obese man with his double chin and obvious vines that was nearly everywhere and his smell was straight out of butcher as he smelled of livestock fat and tissues , his eyes was too inside of him that he had to widen them to get great view opened the door. "Trick or treat" Tom said as he felt the weight of his bag full of sweets from the night . The man that awfully reminded anyone looking at him of a pig grinned as he looked above and behind Tom shoulders to Korra, his hands around the glass bowl he was holding tightened while colors of deep red exploded on his face he licked his lips as saliva escaped his mouth . "Oh dear lord knows I don't mind trick ...private trick from her " his tone heavy with unmistakable lust as he made clear with his eyes what type of tricks he seek from her . Blaz didn't get the time to respond to the direct verbal sexual harassment when it happened.

The bowl in the human pig hands exploded candies falling like tiny rain of child dream on the small area between them ,shards of glass entering the man body piercing his skin do deep that it surprised Blaz with how deep the shards buried into the man that they disappeared in him like pins hanging on a jacket not a living body , but that didn't shock Blaz more than the fact that in nothing but a miracle when the bowl exploded a wind blowing from behind them protected them from the shards . The pigman face was stuck on shook as he shaking tried to take out the shards with his fat fingers but in pointless efforts he failed , then his eyes widened even more that it was semi cartoonist as his bloody hands went to the place his heart was and it looked like he was having a heart attack but in fast and extremely misery and just like a pig he made a final cry that literally sounded like the said animal and he dropped dead.

What happened after it was the classic of making sure that Tom was fine as the later took the opportunity to hug her and bury his face into her claiming to be shocked by the tragic and trauma death that happened before his innocent child eyes, as Blaz dialed the police and ambulance informing them of the accident ,Tom was glad that the hug give him the cover for that dark grin on his face . He was wearing the suit suitable for a bodyguard...savior his extraordinary abilities helped him to live as the role ...her savior and not just for one night for all their life together.

Korra was back to the present time with feeling of his arms around her torso and hot breath on her ears as he whispered" do you remember that night? That pig of a man ...?" The edge of his voice was merciless ,his arms stiffed but didn't feel like the force that will case a break more like borderline feeling of a snake closing itself around her waist in a light hug . "Now that I think about it his death was....easy , I should have tortured him more , by that time I didn't realize the disturbing truth of his words I thought it was just trying to make you do a trick without me , I got this feeling of heavy burn inside me and then you saw what happened, if that happened now... " Still he didn't press harder on her torso but his chin rested on her shoulder and she saw scarlet on his orbs , mad with rage at the mere thought of dead man. his eyes softened when he saw that she was looking at his reflection. "Sorry love for that " he let her go only to take her hand and led her to the bedroom where a scissor lied on the table waiting to be used , a faint glow on the edge told her it was magical enchanted just like everything else in the house .he sat on at the chair and she knew what he wanted , that damn hair.

She realized a sign if she wanted to gain his trust and escape to the ministry of magic she will have to play the role . ---- "I am never a chief but at least let's try it" He made for them a dish that she didn't bother to look at it but when he sat the plate to her with a wave of his hands she saw it was a simple parmesan chicken . "Bone Appetit" he said as they began their meal, Korra found it mystery how he was still having a appetite after ordering Nagini to eat the shop owner but again that was just a drop of the black sea of his mistakes that she wanted to fix, she refused to accept the fact that her bestie is now someone that obsessed with her and claim it as love , for a second she paused as she realize that it was love and she knew it but he have his way of showing it that made the line between friendship and romantic relationship to be questionable. She forced herself to eat not wanting to know what he will do if she didn't.

Being done eating he waved again but this time the dishes disappeared in favor of bottle of wine and two glasses. "A toast for our eternity together" he raised his glasses and she knew that she have to do her part of the tradition. "For our eternity" 'until I escape to the ministry ' and there was nothing but the sound of their glasses cracking .

---- They were laying on the bed with a book on her lap as she was reading and he was following making comments on how the characters were predictable and nothing new happen. As if he's complaining was a cue an owl dropped a letter to his lap. He led go of the hand that was holding his before flashing her an apologetic smile and opened the letter.

{Done} with no sender information at all.

Korra didn't remove her eyes away from the book "you are right they are so foreseeable" he kissed her head ,"I love when you admit I am right ....maybe that's will make you see how deeply I am willing to go for you , purging the wizarding society is just a tip of what I am capable of and how far I will go for you" his voice was one of those who have a sugar rush . "Muggles need us the same way we need them..."she firmly said ,he took a deep breath "we don't need them at all, they can't use magic to safe one of their loved one dying or even to simply left an object ....they drove you away from where you truthy belong " his tone hold grudges as if he was born for it . "I left because it became toxic with all the pureblood maniacs " he paused looking at her in disbelief. She took at as signal to continue " I mean I know a lot of muggle born who are brilliant with a lot of potential unlike some purebloods who have squib in their family " she grinned falling victorious . "The only reason for squib to happen is because a mudblood took the said squib , muggles are nothing but kelptomaniacs that need to be punished for the crime of taking what not belonging to them" that victory in her died at his reply, she knew that there is no point on keeping this conversation going. "Five" he said with a silky voice . In puzzling state of mind she looked at him . There is no need to ask as he understood her without talking . "Each single time you defend those low life of mudblood and muggles I will end five of them, the ratio will vary it can be five kids , five men, five elders , five women , a twin child and woman and two men , or to make the odd preferable five pregnant women so that bonus " He said that with a teasing amount of causality like he was reading a newspaper . "You can't do that....think about how Blaz will feel" a finger on her chin forced her to have eye contact with that flame of hell . "Don't you dare to say any male name around me .... especially Blaz he was the worst , really he need to be learn to mind his own business and he had absolutely no respect for personal space " he silenced himself to collect air in his lungs. "He was my secret keeper and you know what his death did , it was what made my existence return to the wizarding world " hint of regret was on her voice but she didn't take her eyes of his bluntly to keep that fact buried into his mind.

"You do realize that they have a shorter lifespan then us, why not choosing a wizard to be the secret keeper? “he was not complaining but did she really disliked to that level how toxic the situation of blood state was? This time she avoided eye contact with him "it's felt the only way to truthy have nothing left to come back to that society" What do they say about anyone who avoided eye contact when he in the middle of a conversation?, Clear sign of a lie . He smugly grinned at the conclusion that she had something that will always connect her to the that world. He just needed to find it, he had that ambition that he wanted no, eager to clarify the fog of mystery surrendering his soulmate past. "You know , lovely angel , you never told me about your time as a witch save being an obliviter I want to know facts like your magical state , what you did in Hogwarts ?, If you had any childhood friend or took solace in being friends with books?" He freed her chin of his finger to lean back to the head of the bed to observe every single move she makes. She felt a knot in her throat, her past was nothing, but song of loneliness played with melody of tragedy. She was a love child of misfortune and loss,

"At a very young age I learned that nothing good last forever "

Her very first memory is this, It was her seventh birthday with her parents they were celebrating it in the forest surrender by a lot of creatures, her father holding her to reach a tree branch where a small nest had bird that was too shy to go and see what the world have to offer, "daddy he is so shy , he won't take the worm from me" her tiny voice hold disappointment, her father slowly lowered her back to the ground fearing that a rush will harm her , "sweet one , it's too early for him to step out of his safety shell to the outside " he kissed his daughter head. Her mum was setting on a rug that they brought with them that on it their lunch and a simple cake for three , her skin glowed attractively in the sun light her brown hair gracefully freefall on her without any style to keep their beauty away. The little girl walked to her mother that embraced her so tightly as she whispered to her "Happy birthday" her father who had black hair and heterochromia eyes , one was grey the other hazel, he was watching the scene with butterflies on his stomach, how lucky he is to get both a beautiful wife and lovely daughter it was so contiguous euphoric like a scene a painted by an artist of what the first minutes in heaven like. The girl remembered a trick she can do but it required a baby animal such as a bunny or hare . "Mommy , daddy I am going to show you something really cool just wait for me" Her mother had a book in her lap and her father laid down looking at the clouds telling his wife the shapes they remind him off , her mother extracted her wand from her pocket. "Expecto Patronum" from her wand busted a silver ghostly runespoor, it's three head tall with pride and in that sunlight it give him a glow of grace . "I will protect you " it was awkward to hear her mom voice from the Patronus but she got used to it from the second time , Patronus are meant to be guardians even companions for the lonely souls, never she felt the intense feeling of her blood turning ice on her vines from the terror of the runespoor Infront of her , she found him comfortable and favorable to have around when her parents where working, call it a questionable choice of babysitter but the three head serpent was her only friend ,they were living on a shack in the forest it was not fancy neither in poor condition but perfect for the small family with no civilian only for a small town that was miles away what was it name? Little Hangleton.

It's a small town actually with nothing of interest, the family lived in peace away from the anything that was civilian, self-sustaining themselves form the little garden they have and a nearby river. They had jobs small one in the town enough to get them by and never to let them feel short hand and waiting from pay check to another . It's was all so peaceful and paradise like. It was too good to be truth, too good to be left without darkness tinting it .

Korra went deeper to that forest not lost due to the the patronus keeping a clever watch and map of the soul to its caster ,when she didn't only find a bunny but a wounded child around eight years old . "You don't look so good " she draw closer to him , now that she was closer she took a good look at him , curly platinum hair and strange purple eyes , albino?, And a gashes covering his body he was bleeding heavily. "I am on my way " again the patronus spook with that voice . "What happened to you?" Her curiosity was over the roof . "I...I was attacked by a wild creature I don't remember it's shape it was fast...so fast and brutal he left me to die as you see “the child spook with wary voice . "My mom is coming to help, my name is Korra" all what she can do is to speak to him to keep him awake. "Nice name for a nice child, mine is Godric, tell you what we are going to be friends , actually we already are "he give her a little smile as his lips managed to part. The girl eyes widened , "friends ?, Really ...I have no friends like living flesh and bone one" she didn't have any at all the town people didn't have any child as if they were so afraid to bring any to the world due to the economic crisis that was going on yet they give her parents looks she didn't understand and her looks of discomfort and pity but to finally have a friend it was an experience that she longed for , she read about it in books and always longed for someone to call a friend other than runespoor . "Korra dear , step aside I want to aid the child " her mom took out her wand and the tip of her wand touched the child body. In a blink of eye, a heartbeat ,the boy vanished , long gone his aurban locks and purple eyes , now standing on all four a creature of darkness and eyes of the devil , lava like eyes glowing with bleeding red , and his voice bottomless hole it must be what an vengeance will be like if it had a voice , his teeth so sharp it was surprise it didn't cut that long tongue . "I knew I will find a Huffman here ...not one but two my dark lord Grindelwald will be so pleased " he snicker , her mom come in front of her shielding her . "Go and tell your lord that he can make love to himself that all I care about " her wand never left her hand as she throws a hex at him , he judge with a jump upwards , it was thing of wonder how a being of that mass is able to move with such agility and in a blink of eye landed behind them , the patronus sprinted attacking at the same time that her mother made a protection charm to her daughter not caring for her safety , the creature went invisible the same minute the patronus hit him and dismissing into thin air .

"We are friends korra just you and your mommy come with me to the dark lord" he mocked ,voice coming from everywhere and nowhere . "Think about what your place will be with my Lord , your daughter too, you are wasting away all your potential and abilities here " a shift in the branch of nearby tree made her mother send a hex at it . The jinx hit the tree with but no monster was on it . It was right next to her child, who was shaking . 'f....friend .monster. They do this...trying to kidnapped their friend to a bad guy....I don't want that ' Her daughter magic core what in chaos and the aura around it growing viciously , repealing against the protection charm , creating an orb of gray cocoon . Her mother was torn between keeping her daughter save and calming her and defeating the monster. The creature open his mouth so wide but it was not the teeth to be terrified off, it's spitted a texture liquid and sticky it rained from his mouth like riddle of bullets at them , but before it can touch any one of them it froze . His body abruptly vibrated brutally , and like a fireworks it explode . Korra magic murdered him. Her mother was caught off guard, her daughter was more powerful then she thought she need to learn to stabilize that magic before wrong hand find her . She rushed to her hugging her , " I am so sorry you had to witness that, so sorry for what happened , you are alright right ?" She briefly scanned her daughter, wide teary eyes, and shock on her face. "Mom is that what friend do..." It was not a question, a broken statement. "No.....they do this " the monster voice raged again with a tone that will hunt her for the rest of her life . Her mom eyes froze when she realized what the creature actually was .... It was ultio. Ultio was the worst ever, it should never ever be killed, once he is dead, he literally brings his murderer down with him to the grave. There was only one way to survive. "I love you " she kissed her daughter check and hugged her so tightly shielding her from what was happening . She heard to sound of blood spilled and tissues of body ripped off as the creature killed her mom and was gone with her. One Huffman was gone , another shocked to the core . Her mother sacrifice made the girl to be invincible and untouched by any dark force.

Her father grows worried from not seeing anyone return as he felt heavy silence, even the birds were silent, he just woke up from a nap. "Love, Korra??" The cake and food were left untouched, again no answer. He felt string leading him forward to the deeper part of the forest. The deeper he got the more the lack of sound become ominous. Until he saw the scenery.

A bony body hugging a frozen bloody living one , and the hair covering the girl become red with blood . He lost it. ----- "Daddy I am so sorry...I wanted to show you and me....why aren’t you looking at me?" Her father was gone in his mentally and it had been days since that cursed day, be barley ate , slept that was when he was home , when he was not he drowned himself in work ,locked the house on his daughter who desperately needed someone to calm her from all the mental attacks she have , there was no runespoor anymore to keep her company, no friend , not a soul but her and his dad who is mentally dead ,refusing to accept it , part of him died with his wife he couldn't bear to look at his daughter she was the spilling image of his late wife, not acknowledge her , like she died with her mother. For four years she didn't hear her father voice at all, just crying and ugly whining. She never spoke during that four years at all , so when an owl appeared dropping a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts ,like a robot her father moved his eyes hallow and took her to get her things for the school . --- Now they were at the train express , families where hugging their children goodbye promising to exchange letters , her father gaze to the unseen as he just waved goodbye. She didn't bother to wave back at all.

"Salvatore ,Korra Salvatore" the sorting hit said her name , she walked toward it ,not caring which house she will be into , the hat was putted on her head . "You are unique one here, not many like you , I can name very few who share the same magical core like you ...I see intelligence and bookworm Ravenclaw will be great for you... But you are loyal and love fair play ...it's equal the traits of the two houses on you hmm it's difficult for you ...is that a trace of .... oh, my let it be ... Hufflepuff!" The said house clapped and giving her a warm welcome , she didn't feel a string even when curious eyes looked at her wondering what the sorting hat was going to say as he cut himself off before announcing her house . Time passes and she never gained any friend , she didn't want another Godric she wanted her mother back she wanted her father back from the dead , it's like she become orphan losing them both . Soon even her house learned to leave her alone she was shut down of the world it's all black and grey no white that white left along with runespoor that patronus friend , she never spoke a word unless it's absolutely necessary and to cast a spell other time they thought that she was mute , but as more news come by about the dark lord and people more and more terrified, her sleep had a lot of nightmare surrounding by one word Grindelwald, what was that wizard and why he wanted her and her mother so badly ?, It's definitely have to be about her family from her mother side. In one evening her mother made her promise that she will never ever tell anyone she was Huffman rather than she was a Salvatore from her father side , she didn't know why but she made that promise without asking . Her father had no family at all, he was orphan didn't have a foster family. Her mother never told her about her family or even if she has one . Still the mystery around that Grindelwald and her family hunted her , she wanted answer and a book in the restricted section will contain the answer. But all what she had to do is to one of the perfect students to be able to get access there. So becoming teacher pet and bookworm she was her approach .around the time that her pairs where getting hormonal she was ignoring all the looks of admiration that she got from boys , she felt gross by it , no one will deny that she was beautiful .she never let herself feel the need to have a friend let alone lover .was she asexual aromatic? She didn't care at all to leave her heart open to anyone . she found solace in the darkness , in the middle of the night one day she realized she was nyctophile , that was when a teacher asked randomly if a student preferred light or darkness more if they preferred sun time or moon time since that cursed day of her mother untimely passing and she avoided everything that reminded her of it , even light .she felt her light wither fading more into a grey one .

"Listen today lesson is about casting a Patronus " she temporary froze as if she was stunned by stupefy, the others didn't give her a mind . "To conjure it you have to think of a memory that make you happy , feel you with joy " she felt sick on her stomach .

"Good job Felix of Slytherin. Your Patronus is a stage that quite amazing...Miss Salvatore you are next " Korra knew what will happen before hand , she rise her wound looking at her wand tip and said the spell, nothing at all not even a spark or pity excuse of smoke. "Thing of a happy memories dear " then she doesn't recall what happened but when she come by her class was terrified and she was quickly dismissed of the class.

----- It's he fourteen birthday, she was setting with a teacher in her office. "I am so sorry for your loss dear , you must have been so close to him that his loss affected your magic that day" she felt her teacher words of condolences . When she got that letter that day she didn't feel anything negative more like relief that her father joined her mother , at least he was happy there and content . Not her , she never smiled at all , she looked to be more suitable to be Lady of darkness then light .

"......" "I understand your grief I am here for you " "He was dead long time ago" her tone was colder and lack the care. She left her teacher stunned as she exists the room.

Korra was not completely unaware of her surrounding she just knew the elephant in the room when it comes to wizarding society was always blood state . She was half blood , she didn't know about her mother blood state if she was pure or not , but it was unfair that a teacher will be extra careful marking muggle born and careless when marking pure blood, and the bullying was so unbearable for those muggle born , from calling them mudblood to physical beating . It was unjustified at all, it had to be stopped no one was doing anything like it was the norm , even when a first year was being cornered by a pack of fourth years . It's the harsh reality of that world, she told herself that she will try to make them say what they were doing was wrong but the only way for it was if she had a high position in the ministry of magic.

On her sixteen birthday she found the answer, the restricted section illuminated by her wand the light casted shadows in her face among with the darkness of the night made the scene to be out of a mystery movie , the book of about every magical family that existed. 'H for Huffman ' she found her family from her mother side . 'Huffman have a long and interested origin , they began in the early dawn of the magical history ,legend says this that a Huffman witch found an injured animal(tale varies about the animal type some says it's a dove , dire wolf, phoenix, cat or another animal ) on the blink of death ,no passerby spare the dying animal any glance , the Huffman witch who had heart of gold took the animal in and spend countless of night nursing it back to health in the expense of her what little of supply she had and time , once the animal is back healthy , the unexpected happened , it's turned out to be an divine being. "Congrats dear witch , you are the only one who passed the test" the holy creature said his voice was so captivating and delightful. The witch was catch up by the creature ethereal beauty and light . "You and your entire bloodline will be blessed , you will have the full package, beauty , wealth , talents, abilities and luck, I have been testing witch community to see who will earn my blessing" the witch didn't approve or disapprove she tough that she died nursing the creature and this was her going through the afterlife ,but a light touch on her check told her it was real ."thanks but I was doing the right thing ", the angelic beamed. "It's a gift ,pure lady ". Korra couldn't finish reading the rest of the tale . She just closed it , tears on her eyes and onerous in her stomach. Her mother died because of a legend , and she knew that Grindelwald won't rest until he get a Huffman to join him but why he couldn't get another one or went on a hot pursue for them earlier ? If her bloodline was that of a jewel for a crown, why no one mentioned them earlier? What she believes will answer her questions have risen more questions than satisfied her. She closed the book and returned to her dorm.

The next morning she found a ray of hope when she heard that Grindelwald was captured and for the first time since more than half her life she smiled and the words that lift her lips were one of kind . "Fuck you Grindelwald" and a sea of shocked wizards and witches looked at her . ----- When she graduated from Hogwarts she got a lot of work offers from everyone who had a high position in the society , the thing is she never learned how to use that 'blessed' side since her mother didn't tell her how to use it , the only thing that was default was the looks . She didn't care about wealth since she was not one to spend it on trivia things. The only job she accepted was the obliviter position in the ministry of magic , she became obliviter for the hope to be promoted to higher position that will let her voice be heard about the racism unethical practice . It's funny to be memory wiper when you are yourself hunted and broken by your past . But as time process by and more years flew by that hope died on her , it transformer into dark void in the black hole of herself, they didn't care , they accepted the fact that it's written on stone , you see when generation rise a generation it's rise them on the previous learning that they got from the generation who risen them and the generation that is being risen will sink in the learning in like a sponge in its mindset and being risen to care more about blood state then potential is one of those things. So it was no surprise when she quit her job and moved into muggle world .

She never realized just how lonely she was until one day when it was December and numerous people pass by congratulating each other for the upcoming Christmas , a child walked to her being so full of the spirit and congrats her for it . "Lady, I hope you have a Joyful Christmas with your family and friends" Friends....she had none she couldn't even conjure the spell that heavy emphasis on happy memories. Friends were not for her , ' they either turn out to be server of the dark or one that prejudge so much ...they are risen like this ......risen wait ... Why not adopt one and mold him into a friend that is what I seek for , what I lost, who accept me for being who I am ?' It was the only option she had , all the others was unfavorable as the old saying say beggars can't be choosers. Desperate time lead to desperate methods and outcomes. Before she knew she was standing in front gates of wool's orphanage.

"And that lead us to where we are now, bestie " she dropped the last word like a spokesperson dropping the mic after victorious speech.

The dark lord was in utopia , it just couldn't get any better, every single peace for the puzzle fall together creating the perfect picture, fate really outdone herself in this love story it’s a masterpiece , he was broken by his past just like her ,he saw how the society was toxic ,they were half-bloods her family from her mother side was pure blood descended from the origin of Helga Hufflepuff his from mother side rooted from Salazar Slytherin , both of their fathers were unfortunately muggles , he will forgive fate for making them muggle , also they come from the same village, what a wonderful gift to have two decedent from two out of four now dead houses to be soulmates? it must be that their ancestors were one too, and that the great Salazar went mad when a muggle tried to take his other half away from him, it all fit perfectly fine, she was expert in advanced level of magic just like him , safe that she is so shy to show it off.

Korra knew from how she found his arms around her waist and his lips on her that his obsession have grown worse , she told him her entire background to give him window on herself a chance to let him see that she’s beginning to heal and see him as what he saw her, a step to her freedom.

so, when his kisses become more demanding and hungrier, she gives in.

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its bright afternoon when his hand sneaked like spider legs from her back to rest at her shoulders and he printed a kiss on her cheeks before saying in nobbling words "love its time" she nearly dropped her calm facade, time for what? there weeding or to do the traditional purposing to her?, only one way to find out.

"what is it time for? Beloved one" she forced the words out of her lips, its worse than the fresh memory of that creature and its acid rain.

"to move to our new home" she looked at him like he was having a second face behind him , he adored every single expression she was making except the painful one , a pure lightness like her way not allowed to have a painful look, it's ruin that perfection on her esthetic face , he careless toyed with a hair lock , speaking about expression he was lately wondering about the type of faces she will be making from the gift he got for her. "But our belongings, we can't leave them" ‘oh sweet angel you really are worried about muggles devices aren't you.’ "I took good care of them " As they existed the place Korra with their luggage that was magical transformed to their new home , he just had to be extra dramatic and burn the house down, he smiled as he cut down the last string that pinned her to the muggle world, there was truthy no turning back now, not when the orphanage that they crossed by was with ear tearing screams of agony. -------- The marble floor felt pleasing against her bare feet , in other life she showing more awe for that manor or mansion that was her new home ,every single detail was phenomenal , what is it with dark lord ,heir of Slytherin and incredible taste? , It's like she was in heaven. Heaven..... No heaven was worth the price of one freedom and free will.

"I told you I can give you the world and more , here it is, just name the thing and in a snap of a finger it's yours" he purred seductively. She had to remind herself to earn his trust to get a chance of that sweet freedom . She run her finger to the outline of his sharp jawline and stood up on we toes the same way he was kneeling to her level , arms around her waist to give her access to his ear . "I already have everything I want " her whisper send shiver to his spine and goosebumps to his skin . "Precious one , you don't have the tinniest idea of what you are doing to me now " his dark eyes landed in hers as his thumb found her lips gently running to her upper one . --- As she took a bath , it was out of blue , a lightbulb opened in her mind and then Epiphany happened , her heart nearly stopped when a sense of revelation washed on her .

He needed her more than air , his soulmate She needed him her one true friend , obsessed and all but he understood her at the bottom of his heart. Messed up relationship but fate granted her that wish. They were part of each other that forever intertwined, tangled and become one.

Speaking about fate she wanted to know why her out of everyone had to be his....

A knock on the bathroom door made her flinch , the level of the water that was crowned with petals of rare flowers rose higher then it's container level. "My lady I am so sorry to disturb you in your time of showring but he told me he have present for you " she was glad it was not Tom voice rather a house elf one ,if her memory serves her right she will safely recall the name of Delphine for the voice owner . "It's alright Delphine thanks for telling me that" she knew that he send her to send curiosity in her to see him and know what is the present was, sneaky one isn't he, she got dressed he made sure that all of her wardrobe had luxuries clothes from every item manmade ,they had to be highest of the high end or else in his eyes it will not do her right, his wardrobe is not of a differ from hers , she settled for a simple yellow summer dress and a high socks to cover her knees , she will never wear anything short when he is in her radar.

"Precious one, you don't have the tinniest idea of what you are doing to me now "

his voice sink on her, she will never wear any short that exposes her skin, not that she was a fan of short clothes to begin with.

the marble floor welcomed her feet as the house elf led her to the garden, more accuracy one of the gardens. The ridiculous size of the land was as if it was a small country of its own and here is, he the man of the question standing and giving her a bow before claiming her hand and planting a kiss on it.

"I missed you"

"I was in the bath for twenty minutes, Riddle" his lips twisted.

"lovely angel, you don't have to remind me of the agonistic amount I was not around you" there is a lock for doors for a reason and it’s to keep the lovesick away.

she saw a box, its green color had yellow ribbons on its surface cycling it like a snake, even the house elf can tell why he chose those colors. His thumb flirt with her hand as he rubs on them, liking her body heat.

"I love the feeling of our skin together its feels right" and she longed to be contained but not like that, it’s wrong on all the right places, right on the wrong reasons.

"I am here for the present, curiosity is killing me" god by the time she escapes she will have a lifetime to spend on therapist and that therapist will need another one for himself after every session with her.

he give her a worried glance and his tone heavy with concern "my one, don't you say or suggest something like that ever again, I can’t live with the idea of losing you " she was not imagining the wet tear on his eyes , out of habit she put her hand wiping it out, out of nature he take that hand press it on his cheek before leading it to his lips and kissing it. with his extended long arm he retrieve the box, when she put distance between them he gesture for her to open it , and when she does she is captured by the present beauty.

Salazar Slytherin locket had never shined so brightly like it did in that light "you like it don't you?" her eyes had been captured by the locket and he took his sweet time glancing at every detail of her face, "its mesmerizing"

"just like you" lord have mercy, smooth one she will give him that

"turn around" he ordered.

she obeyed and his long thin fingers skillfully opened the lock and he putted it on her, it felt so right and marvelous.

"I have another present for you".

----

Azkaban eerie atmosphere screamed death and doom, it was home for him, forced to call it home after spending more than decade in it he felt strange link to it ,Grinderwarld face has aged but his feathers was still identifiable as what he was. A dark lord.

memories of his region of terror hang beyond his inner mind, his goals of making wizards and witches a superior to muggles as if it supposed to be, his only key to make that noble dream to come true lay no other than Huffman's ,this unique and sacred bloodline have unimaginable powers that no warlock or the darkest wizards could even dream off, but the dispute pose within that they are cleverly vanished from the history like they were a myth, a fragment of one imagination or even made up legend of a story to be told in a lazy winter night to children.

when he finally discovered how they managed to remain under the radar he wanted to slap the back of his head in shame, a secret keeper that pass before death the secret of the bloodline existence to another secret keeper ,foxy way to disappear but it’s not safe from the short stick of the said secret keeper untimely death, this is how they returned to existence, all what left was to find only one of them to join him, he place off lots of his followers to different places in hope to catch a wind of one of them, the more time it took the deeper his desire turned deadly , forget deathly hollows ,Huffman were the real deal, soon his fascination turned into obsession ,its forbid him from resting until he got one Huffman into his army , no it didn't matter the age , gender or blood state of the said Huffman.

He have two different aims to fulfill , firstly to get Lady Macy Galen (Korra mom) as his wife and queen, secondly to make wizards superior, ever since he met her and all what he could think off was her, his time with her as her fellow student of Beauxbatons academy of magic and they could get a future that will be envied by others, all was good until she fall in love with that muggle , he went basilisk and nearly killed him if it was not for his best friend Dumboldore stopping him, Dumboldore who is now six feet under the dirt and dead ,just like Macy .

he felt a stub of pain in his chest at that though, he waited and longed for death to get him save out of this world to her, she will always hate what he become , cant she see it was all for her?, he become dark lord to get her to notice him, why did a muggle stole her from him, he will never forget his elation when he discovered she was a Huffman ,universe love to throw every single twist at him.

he heard two footsteps walking toward his cell, one was so light like bunny, the other was balanced like a model on runaway ,the two walked in symphony that if he didn't gain acute hearing from complete solitude he will mistake them as one. He felt a wave of magic consuming all of his sense and then when he come by he found himself pined to the wall of his cell with chains, Lord Voldemort himself was honoring him with his visit and he had a women with him ,two dark lords in the same cell and a light being trapped with them.

Grindelwald looked at the women and he froze, "Ma. Mancy you are alive?" he visited her grave even digger it himself and he felt the corpse, she was truly gone, that leave one possibility. "you are her daughter" he jabbered, "Huffman, blood and soul and everything in between " the falling dark lord cooed, not believing that his dream walked to him literally. "yes she is , and keep that dirty toughs to yourself or else you want to test crucia on you " never Grinderwarld felt that the other was using legilimency on him, he didn't even make eye contact at him or felt him invading his mind, he was as good as the rumors had him to be.

"on what honor you two are visiting me for?"

it was kora who spoke "answers ", he noticed that Voldemort had his hands on her waist a clear sign of relationship and saying that she was his ,he couldn’t help but to imagine him in the other position and the daughter as her mother, it will be flawless world to make that imagination see the light , Voldemort growled and then there was nothing but the feeling of his bones turning dust through unmistakable penalty of the crime of imagination, he was being cruciaed .

he didn't know the duration of it but when it was over he found himself on the cold floor and panting like a thirsty dog, “hope that enough to make you cooperative " Voldemort voice white noise compare to the main attraction of the Huffman.

"Tom , the sooner that I ask the questions the sooner that we get out of here , it’s depressing to be here" her tone was so sweet he wanted to hear every day, if only she was Mancy,"as you wish love , I don't have a string of like in my heart for a lich like him" the gentle manner that he was speaking to her was of one of those movies about purest form of love.

"firstly, why starting the entire regain and why my bloodline of every other, I know of the powers but still get a life "

"my life ended with your mother death, I tried to commit suicide on her grave holding her corpse, but the auroras found me and now I am here “she was stunned by his answer.

"didn't anyone tell you that you are creepy obsessive lovesick specie? “he chuckled, her mother told him that a lot, but he was being her soulmate and where is the crime to love your soulmate?

"darling, do you mean me?" Voldemort asked not being sure if she was speaking to him or the falling.

"no , Tom you are my soulmate “she had to fight off the urge to choke herself , he was her bestie not lover.it had magic on him as he kissed her lips quickly .Grindelwald smirked "you don't know about the rest of the story of your bloodline do you?", a sense of dread fall on her heart , his tone had no good news on it ,he took the silence as his que to answer, “the brighter your light shine, the darker your shadow become, your bloodline have a quirk that no one will wish for on their worst enemies , to attract darkness to you , to make dark lords desire only you, yes ..to have a soulmate of darkness obsessively over you "

there is it, that cursed word that doomed her from the dawn of time, the word that awaken the devil himself that was Tom Marvalo Riddle,the delusion that in a twist of fate become truth , become her reality.

"even you know that me and her are soulmate its must to be one of kind bond that others envy us for" Tom arms caged her waist even more , "but still I can’t alter my mind of your fate " Grindelwald felt confused by Voldemort words.

before Tom could do the signature move himself korra pointed a finger at the gray-haired dark lord, infamous green light brushed from her finger illuminating the room with deadly green.

one dark lord was dead, the other having his body pressed against hers

----

"why are we in the chamber of secrets" she asked feeling a sense of raw confusion, “love , to meet the legacy that Salazar himself left as a prove that he will always love Helga at the extend of passing it to all the generation"

"a chamber that its only accessible through girls’ toilets, pervert" he laughed "I love that sense of humor of yours "

he hissed in parseltongue and the basilsilk merged in, with his eyes closed, “that it’s the legacy, touch it dear, its smooth right? but it’s no match to your skin" he flirted

indeed it was smooth and left pleasing feeling in her when she touched it ,but her mind was occupied by what she did to Grinderwarld, she didn't know what she was doing it’s like her body took matter into itself and acted up, she didn't know if it was part of the powers or not ,she had not felt that feeling of raw power before its felt so natural and deep within her soul , buries and left unattended until that moments its awaken itself .

music fall on her hearing and Tom bowed to her like a gentleman and then they danced there ,she had to act the part , after all there weeding is months from now and her only chance of escaping is the tradition of the groom leaving the bride for 24 hours that due there weeding, until then she will act , act , act until then.....

"he made the basilisk to be protector of her bloodline against mudbloods "his voice will be great for narrating any story, engaging anyone to it ,he span her and when her wrist found his , something magical happened .it come like streams of raw cosmic energy , ancient language that manifested itself within and settled there , a feeling of liquid ink of the stars themselves being written on their waists , when it was done its left words that was solid truth.

I can’t live without you

he hummed that song in relish and a long finger touched the words on her waist, it was so ghostly that his finger can be a breeze of air in a summer night ,she saw her counterpart on his waist the exact same words that can summarize there entire being.

-----

the manor felt oddly like something changed within it that matched her change , when they returned there were as always bowing death eaters to them and sentences of compliments as if both of them were a personified version of an answered prayer , till this day she couldn't get used to it , she found appreciation that he was born for the spotlight and she was born to shy away from it .

so, she failed to notice a follower mumbling to him words of approval of a delivery.

"why are we heading down?" she had never been to this part of the manor before in matter of fact she hasn’t seen all of it.

"It had failed to my attention that there is something I turned blind eye on and its should be done long time ago but you know ,my angel, that I was busy with a lot of important business to give that thing its attention" he bubbled hands holding her , leave it to him to give a speech that indirectly answer her. he loved to hear his voice, didn't he?

the door opened and what lies behind that closed door should stay behind it.

Tom riddle was being bonded by unseen robes to his rusty chair, it was not her Tom that she knew , it was the forty something version of him , what he will look like if he didn't do that deed ,if he was remind mortal and aged gracefully, his muggle father held there and completely helpless.

"why is he here?" it’s the only thing in her mind that buzzed louder then thunder.

"you mean dear, why is he still alive till now? don’t worry he won’t be" the senior made a gagging sound in response to his son assertion.

"ohh does my fool father have anything to say?, what a low life that carry made blood in his vines , a beetle that only purpose in life is to be lab genie for the wizards to test new research on" he paused for a minute to inhale a breath .

"you left my mother knowing that you are unworthy of her, she was larger than life and you were lower than the dirt" the senior again made a gag sound.

"Tom can you ungag him I want to know what he will say" she didn't care what the other will hay but she knew that her Tom will never stop talking if it was about his loathing for his father his grudge for him was undying , just like his obsession with her.

"as you wish, soulmate" with a lazy wave of his middle finger to his father, he could talk now, and the very first words were....

"Fuck you son"

what a classic, its run on the family, touché.

the junior giggled, " I am not interested on you, only in your bloodlust death, actually it’s her who should I fuck"

one thing that both of she and her father had in common, both had disgust look on them, she was glad that his attention was on his offspring and the later was glaring daggers at him to notice her greenish skin.

"now now don't you dare to get any idea of yourself in my position, you mud scam" the junior harshly said ,jealousy of something that never happened burning him, just when she tough that his condition couldn't get any worse.

"I will never think of a lady of the street like her in that way, I , who have the blood of Riddle in my vine , the heir to all ...ohhhhhh" his scream of agony nearly tore down his throat and korra found herself again in that rotten cell in Azkaban and the dead dark lord Grinderwarld dead eyes looking at her , empty with no light, he was in the afterlife now, but Crucio curse had one thing that its due to the miserable receiver, they cry sound exactly the same, that why in her mind both screams of Grinderwarld and Tom senior merge as one.

the junior sound as he stopped the curse brought her back to the present, "I am the hier of slytherine , blood of ancient pure blood run to my vine with magic you cannot imagine should end you, for this crimes, being mudblood , daring to think of marking my soulmate as yours and finally abounded my dear mother who died of a broken heart , you were never the man to stay there by her side when she needed you the most"

korra looked at the senior ,she was astonished to see the face two halves now, one for the for his father, the other for hers, she saw the similarities , both of them were never there for them leaving them to the dark , to suffer burdens that crashed them, there innocent is gone.

she felt wave of void consuming her, "kill him, he is waste of space " she was hissing, the senior looked at her as if she was the bogyman of his nightmare, Grim the ripper come for his soul.

"love!! you are truthy amazing aren't you, the reason why I remembered him was when I visited my mother grave that day and your too"

that glorious green light showed up and her father died again.

-----

its white and wonderful, her dream was miracle of light, pure in it natural form, if it not for that old man of infamous long beard and half-moon shaped glasses. They stared at each other for a very long time before he began.

"Korra Huffman or Lady Hope, I am quite disappointed in you" no hello?

"why?"

"you are literally the only one who could stop him, the prophecy was fraud to get you some time to act and be Lady Hope, he only answers to you, his soulmate"

"I am traying to bid my chance, but it is getting worse, he even threatened to kill five muggles each time I defend them" at her answer Dumboldore shrugged.

"it’s for the greater good, there death among Harry and Neville just like your mom"

time froze in that dream if that possible and so her mind, did he just....

"you are the one behind the certain, the one who send Ultio, but why"

Dumboldore began his speech and his task of explaining his deed.

"you believe in the butterfly effect don't you?, I know about your bloodline, I know that my Grinderwarld only weakness was your mother, his soulmate ,he only cared about her, I know about the quirk of your bloodline so I did that , I killed her by sending that Ultio, I know that your magic will act up killing him and triggering it all, then when she sacrificed herself Grinderwarld died with her so he tried to be physically dead to join her , and her death send your father to the state of numbness which made you what you are today so you could stop him, stop Voldemort make him see that killing muggles is wrong"

she shut down.

"YOU RUINED MY LIFE, DISTROYED ME WITH NO REPAIR, MADE MY LIFE LIVING HELL, MY PAST IS KILLING ME, MY PRESENT IS UNCHANGING, MY FUTURE IS DARK, ALLL FOR WHAT?"

Dumoldore didn't flich at her breakdown, he softly answered with voice clam and solid with no doubt even a hint of it.

"it’s for the greater good"

her mind showed her the alternative of the light lord action "if only you didn't do it I will never met him and he will never believe that we are soulmate, he will never be obsessed with me"

"oh dear child of light, it’s true, you are soulmates , there is no avoiding it , even if I didn't do what I did, he will still find you , still get you, even if he burned down the world to claim you from its ashes , there is no running from it, never"

"you are crazy you are just as dark as him, are you truthy in the light side?"

"yes, I died as I lived..."

"completely mad man"

"there was only one way to stop him, but you didn't take it that what disappoint me "

she woke up with cold sweat on her and her heartbeat so loud in her ears but it was nothing compared to her nightmare ,she found Riddle legs closing around her legs and his arms caging her torso ,like the symbol of his house he was embracing her in a snake like manner needing her body heat but it was more than the heat , she was in top of him so she felt it ,his heart beat matched hers in it racing he was still sleeping and he had heavy blush on him , she looked at him and his face was peaceful like he was light lord not the most darkest of them all if she didn't know she will be taken back by that face but again even the devil was once an angel, now cold blooded murderer, and so is Dumbledore.

she saw her waists and that words on them, in that state of mind all what she saw was the word (out) she really needed to get her nightmare out of her mind , so it’s no surprise when her nails scratch the word out .

again, and again, stronger with each turn.

'get out, get out, get out'

that nightmare is a new demon on her collection among with the epiphany of everything that had happened to her.

Where there is truly light side and dark side? she belonged to none, the light side forsaken her after its destroyed her, leaving her to be claimed by the dark side, sacrificing her like a lamb.

she smirked; she was going to show them wrath of the lamb.

her blood fall on his shirt.

-----

she was at the library with a book titled (all about soulmates) by a bitch of a witch that she didn't care about, she was now at the section of signs of a soulmate. ten ill signs.

1. You just know it.

'nope, but everyone said it'

2. They're your best friend.

' unfortunately, yes'

3. You feel a sense of calm when around them.

'before the storm, yes, I did feel calm around him when they lived at her house of the muggle world, now I still do because I am allergic to death eaters'

4. You have extreme empathy for them.

'it’s every Hufflepuff thing, it’s my thing to be empathic'

5. You respect each other.

'it’s true we do respect each other'

6. You balance each other out.

'he is the dark, I am the light'

7. You share the same life goals.

'to get rid of toxicity'

8. You challenge each other.

'Lord Voldemort and Lady Hope'

9. You can totally be yourself.

'yes, yes'

10. You fight for the relationship.

'w.....no comment'

why was she reading it? to feed the image that she was believing and feeling the bond, he was having a nosebleed there while pretending to read another book.

----

she was at the garden during that dreadful and 24 hours of being without him , yes she was completely without him for the very first time in forever, he left her to attend the last bit of touches before there weeding ,she was with both Regulus and Snape acting like her bodyguards.

Regulus was called back to do a final check on a package, that left her alone with Snape, he had that aura of hate around him and dead inside more and more.

so, it was not the wind that spat and snapped.

" die, die, die "

the dagger that he was hiding in his robes rose shiny silver dry and went down red and wet with her blood, she barley saw the light reflection and managed to judge nearly unscratched safe for a wound in her arms ,how does a tiny dagger cause sharp burning pain?.

"why you are alive when Lily is dead, I will make him feel what I felt when he killed her" he snapped voice echoing in the open space , he rise that wet dagger again but this time she was ready her survival instinct taken over her blocking everything ....even the stunting jinx that Regulus send to Snape.

"my lady I am so sorry let me check the wound " when both looked at it, it was healed not even a scar left.

that's the second sign of the said powers.

Regulus didn't question it , he just rose his wand and cast the lavation spell lifting up the body , when they walked back korra knew that her window of opportunity is gone , if she run now he will kill every single muggle till she return to him or find her , burn villages down, do unspeakable things to people, but there was another chance it was named Regulus Black.

------

she was wearing the wedding dress, she requested no help in getting ready she didn't want anyone to see her nearly breaking down, Snape died in a horrifical and what left of his body was giving to werewolves to feast on, but she didn't feel sympathy for him. he got what he deserved, Regulus Black was immediately having the title of Tom right hand, so he was using it right now, to give her personally one last present before the weeding.

"you know that I like you a lot, if we met in a different circumstance, we will be ...."

Regulus said shyly looking down toying with the package that he left to take yesterday when the assaults happened.

"we will be f... friends or even siblings like" Korra said " you know Regulus you are too soft to be death eater, too kind to be a Slytherin, too humble to be a black" he blushed at her words.

" you mean I should be in your house? both of our houses are extremely loyal and curious, my lady but have our differences that shape us "

now his tone become warry.

"I will help you escape "

---------

The door opened and korra walked in her white dress to the aisle ,she was breathtaking beautiful ,even few witches looked at her in awe , her soulmate was in more than awe , envying his own luck with her , and then she stopped next to him .

" you are taking my breath away love, black is your color "korra told her soon to be her husband. The priest began the classical vows ordering both to repeat them.

------

She felt the silky texture of the fabric of the invisibility clock in her hand awfully reminding her of the basilisk skin but she shook that memory away as she sneaked out transporting herself to the second nearest ministry of magic beside the British one ,the Italian one, she couldn't risk to go to the British one since it was under his control, France one was too close so she choose the Italian, its ministry is as what she heard extremely kind so it’s her only chance.

when she settled in the minister office and by sheer luck, he was alone she removed the clock throwing it away in desperation to be seen. The poor mistier nearly had a heart attack but before he called say anything she spoke.

"please help me I want to be away from him"

he looked puzzled, like he couldn't understand her, so she switched to Italian her father native language.

"I want your help in shielding me from him "

"I know you .... Lady hope" hope is still alive, so naturally good deed is being rewarded,

"Yes, I am"

"you are my lord soulmate" not only it was in English, but it was a settlement that meant .... all hope is gone.

"m.....my Lord?"

"yes, my lady ....and my lord" he bowed, he was there right behind her, the smell pf blood hanged on the air.

his arms left wet mark on her shoulder as he settled them there and then that manic laugh echoed through that massive office, the sound waves come back to her ears from them it entered her body settling in her broken soul.

"you ,my soulmate ,wanted to personally see the extend of my control so much that you abounded our weeding for it making Regulus Polyjuice into you , he is dead now ,red his coffin ,I will give a hint all of the magical society in the world is mine , I am sorry ours a mate is an equal"

he spans her around facing him, facing red eyes of the devil, finger under her chin and he left her head to take a good look at his bloody suit.

"I am sorry Korra , the wedding must frightened you but you didn't want to break my heart so you send him as you "

he kissed her and she tested blood on his lips, he broke apart to laugh again that maniac psychotics laugh, it didn't have to be echo through anything as it directly invaded her soul.

"'and then when he see I view him as a soulmate, I will run away when he give me freedom, when he trust me blindly " he recited her though of that night that he escaped and got her , which meant...

"you were in my head but ...."

"how?, you see love , when I knew we were soulmate I didn't want it to be like another soulmate bond I wanted it to be more symbolic and unique so I took part of your soul and putted it in me and part of mine and putted it in you "

he toyed with her wrist before capturing them with one hand of his now his eyes returned that dark color.

"we are each other horcruxes" at her word he jumped in joy.

"yes , one of the things your shard did to me made me lucky in achieving it in a very short time , one of mine did to you is it made you parseltongue it was quite the romantic move when you spoke it to me ordering to kill my fool father when you hissed it at me and again you spoke it again in your sleep that day "

this is it , her mind being her enemy, so now epiphany happened what Dumbledore told her by that she couldn't use that only way to stop him, he meant to kill herself, but since their souls is forever intertwined as one, it’s impossible he won completely.

"now now, dear soulmate since you didn't do the weeding it’s time for those to pay the price of your defining me since there movies made you so blind to see that we are meant to be together, we are soulmate "

more than five muggles died that day, and he have won.

Lady hope is no more.

Trivia facts:

this actually started as a drabble discussing both OC and Tom’s relationship but it ended up as a sequel

Kindly leave comments and feedback , ask any question you would like me to answer, I am doing an ask event for gifts you can ask any character anything and I will answer as them.

#fanfic #tom riddle #x OC #Harry Potter #yandere #lord voldemort

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Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover Special Ep. The Wedding Of Edith Nox Part 3

Part 3 Here we go!

TAG: @cometworks , @coloursintheblur

FADE IN.

INT. THE DOWNWARD. THE PRISON

There was a skirmish between the Fire Demon Army and the team of heroes. Defeated by them. A small camp near the throne of the Downward, held JUSTIN, EDITH, NOEMI, and VIOLET. Along with other individuals, all their hands bound by rock and trapped within a cage.

JUSTIN & EDITH

Edith! Justin!

NOEMI & VIOLET still unconscious, and surrounded by Fire Demon Guards. There was no plan to escape.

EDITH

What do we do?

JUSTIN

We have to wait. I sent a distress signal to the devices I’ve given to Berry, Argento, and Peri.

EDITH

Wait… wait for who?

JUSTIN

The B Team.

CUT TO. ABRICOT. SOL STUFF.

ARGENTO & PERIWINKLE are watching the shop.

ARGENTO

Peri, have you done your homework?

PERIWINKLE

Yes, Argento!

The distress device they both received had begun to beep. ARGENTO picks up the device concerned.

ARGENTO

Peri?

Looking to her quickly, she was already wearing armor and carrying dangerous weapons in her hands.

PERIWINKLE

Let’s go save them!

She said in what can be described as a Badass.

ARGENTO

Okay, I’m proud of the fact that you’re always ready young lady. But how in the Fates did you find all of the dangerous weapons?

PERIWINKLE

A hero never reveals her secrets.

(ARGENTO gives her a look, eyebrows raised.)

I found Noemi’s key to the weapon’s artifact room.

ARGENTO

Okay, we’ll talk about this later. Put the weapons back and grab your wand, sweetie.

(Suddenly noticing the charm around PERIWINKLE’S neck. She grew concerned.)

Where did you find this?

PERIWINKLE

Oh uh… nothing.

(She tries to hide it)

ARGENTO

Peri, that’s one of the Talismans of Acheron... how? Those are one of the most powerful charms of Necromancy. How did you get it?

PERIWINKLE

Don’t tell Noemi that I told you but… he found it when he went on that expedition earlier this year… he was gonna surprise you for your birthday.

ARGENTO

I promise I won’t tell but we’re gonna use it to help save Noemi and the others.

(She kisses her forehead)

CUT TO: EDITH’S HOUSE. EDEN

The device given to BERRY had begun to beep. Reacting immediately he created his physical form.

BERRY

I’m coming, you guys!

LOCATION: EDITH’S HOME

Running out of the enormous greenhouse, The Eternity had landed in front of EDITH’S Home. BERRY stood waiting and ARGENTO & PERIWINKLE had flown in ready to board.

BERRY

Argento! Peri! I got the signal.

ARGENTO

We did too!

PERIWINKLE

Let’s save them!

The door had opened and ENOCH was standing ready.

ENOCH

All aboard!

CUT TO: THE ETERNITY. THE BRIDGE.

ENOCH leads the B Team to the bridge.

ENOCH

I have protective armor ready for Argento and Periwinkle. Berry, I presume as the king of the dryads... you already have armor in mind.

BERRY

Yes, I do!

His arms spread out and fists clenched. His physical body changed into wood-like armor. Intricate in design and blended with the nature aspect.

ENOCH

Impressive.

Suit Up:

PERIWINKLE wears a dress-like armor. Composed of a simple pink breastplate joined to a collar made of feathers that ring around her neck and a crown that protrude like horns from her head. A beautiful, white skirt up to her knees.

PERIWINKLE

I’M A FAIRY PRINCESS WARRIOR!

ARGENTO dons a black dress with a white stripe running down the center and across the collarbones with the Talisman of Acheron hanging along with her neck. A scarf wrapped around the waist and draped over long, white leggings.

ARGENTO

I look so badass!

Now ready for their mission to save the team of heroes. The Eternity had taken off immediately and zoomed straight for space. ENOCH was in the captain’s seat, while the rest of the B Team were in the back seats.

CUT TO: INT. THE DOWNWARD. THE PRISON.

JUSTIN had simply sat down and waited patiently. Meanwhile EDITH, NOEMI, and VIOLET stand around chatting.

EDITH

We have to wait for the others.

VIOLET

Wait?! We can’t! The longer we're here, we’re letting Liberius and his army get ready to take over the kingdom then the world.

NOEMI

Why is Justin just sitting and meditating?!

EDITH

He’s waiting for The B Team if ever we landed in a trap. He had distress devices to alert others that we need help.

VIOLET

We can’t wait any longer.

Clenching her she tries to make a fist of ice, but the heat of The Downward has weakened her and melted away the fist. Feeling dizzy, EDITH catches her from falling.

EDITH

Honey, you can’t use your magic. It’s too hot here.

VIOLET

I have to try Sweetie.

EDITH

You’ll overexert yourself, just calm down.

CUT TO: THE DOWNWARD - THE CAVE

The Eternity enters through the portal to the pocket dimension. The B Team, now armed with their charms of magic and weapons we’re ready to fight. ENOCH stayed behind on the ship while, ARGENTO, NOEMI, and BERRY went out into the Downward.

CUT TO: THE DOWNWARD - THE THRONE

LIBERIUS had looked upon his rising ranks of Fire Demon Soldiers.

LIBERIUS

Ooh, I love this so much! Once that little kingdom falls... I’ll take on the Fates and then the world!

He looked over to the prison as the Warriors and the Hero could only sit around and watch. He smiled with such glee,

LIBERIUS (Cont’d)

GUARDS! Bring me the prisoners! Let’s have an old fashion execution!

A Fire Demon Guard had nodded to his request.

CUT TO: THE DOWNWARD - THE PRISON

The Fire Demon Guards, drag JUSTIN, EDITH, NOEMI, & VIOLET out of the prison. They are brought back to the throne.

CUT TO: THE THRONE.

Thrown on their knees, they look at LIBERIUS.

LIBERIUS

Good to see you all again, children.

EDITH

What do you want?!

LIBERIUS gave her a certain look, as he was intrigued by her feisty remark. Getting up close near her face, he smiled as creepy as it was.

LIBERIUS

What I want was a good old fashioned execution. But I HAVE HAD (He screamed in her face) an amazing idea! (His voice went back to normal)

(He trotted back to his throne and grabbed the Creation thread.)

You see... I’ve seen your story, Savior! How you wanted to be an o so gardener at home. How you never wanted to be a slave to the Fates prophecy! Yet you... after defeating the Black Beast, The Shadow Goddess Neydolya! Everything’s that has happened to you. Look where it led you... to this very moment.

EDITH

What’s your point?!

LIBERIUS

THE POINT! Is... I loved your story... so very very much. But I do love the fact that every story. Well, not every story... but the classics always have a hero against a villain. The Savior against... The Darkness... (He laughs creepily) But I do love heroes along with their VILLIANS.

(He stood from his throne, with the Creation Thread in hand)

But in your case, I loved... The Black Beast. (He said slowly)

JUSTIN had realized his plan.

JUSTIN

No! No don’t you dare!

LIBERIUS

SILENCE THE ALIEN BOY!

A Fire Demon covers his mouth, only spouting muffled noises. LIBERIUS had pulled from the small spool of the Creation Thread.

LIBERIUS

And what better way to have an amazing story... by combing my two favorite characters together?

EDITH shocked by his plan, she tries to break free from her bonds but it was no use. The thread he cut, had dropped to the ground, blackening and what was created as a black ooze. Forming a humanoid form taking on the appearance of EDITH but a darker version created from the very essence of the Black Beast.

LIBERIUS

Meet your opposite, The Dark Savior? Hmm no, The Destroyer. The opposite of saving is to destroy or kill. Sounds perfect. Destroyer?

DESTROYER

Yes, Lord Liberius?

He jumped for joy as the being was at his command.

LIBERIUS

Destroyer, stand by my side near the throne.

DESTROYER

Yes, my lord.

The DESTROYER from the kneeled position stands and makes her way

EDITH

You can’t do this!

LIBERIUS

Oh but I did, Savior. I’ll take over your little world because of what the Fates did to me. I’m writing this story while your gods cower behind the veil of their realm and no one... no one will stop me. Not even you, but I have a copy of you at my side.

(He looks toward JUSTIN)

Then when I find your ship... I will take on the multiverse.

JUSTIN

How do you know?!

LIBERIUS

How do I know what? You? The multiverse? Well, I suppose you do deserve an answer... what do you know of The Malestrom Cathedral?

JUSTIN’s heart sank... his eyes widened in great fear.

JUSTIN No! That’s impossible, they were destroyed.

LIBERUS

By you, no doubt, but one survived and found his way here after you.

EDITH

Justin?

JUSTIN

Chaos Lords... they took pleasure out of creating chaos and they’re pure evil.

LIBERUS

Now... let’s get the execution started! GUARDS!

Four Fire Demons grabbed the Warriors and The Hero. Making them all stand.

LIBERIUS (Cont’d)

Let them burn where they stand. At my ready!

The four Fire Demons that stood at a distance, raising their arms and opening their palms.

JUSTIN

Hey! Any we get any last words?

LIBERIUS

Of course, I am not a cruel man, get your affairs in order.

JUSTIN

Edith, thank you. I’m glad to have met you, another hero of another universe. Noemi, I’m glad you’ve become stronger and found happiness. Violet, you are a great warrior.

EDITH

Justin, you are a great hero and a great friend. Noemi, you were always a big brother to me. Violet, my love... I love you forever and ever.

The B Team had rushed in!

The FIGHT:

BERRY with his arm stretched and hand turned into a gigantic wooden shield. They were all running together, with ARGENTO and PERIWINKLE beside him. They battered and rammed away the Fire Demon Soldiers. ARGENTO’S wings unfurl and she flies into the air.

The Talisman of Acheron glows that dark and mystic green. Her eyes glow the same color and the aura summoned to her hands. She fires necro blasts at the Fire Demons soldiers. PERIWINKLE joins her in the air, her wings made of her magic, her wand in hand. With a simple twirl, a tornado is summoned from The Downward’s winds.

The heat of the wave caused a fiery tornado to come true.

PERIWINKLE

LET GO OF MY FRIENDS YOU ASSHOLES!

ARGENTO & NOEMI

PERI!

PERIWINKLE

Sorry!

BERRY grows a branch and breaks it off as it became a sword. The oncoming Fire Demon Soldiers attacked him but quickly and furiously. He took them down one by one, then sprouting sharp thorns and firing at the oncoming wave.

LIBERIUS laughs then snaps his fingers. The DESTROYER moves quickly toward BERRY, tackling him to the ground. Looking toward ARGENTO & PERIWINKLE, her eyes turned bright red and fire came from her hand. Throwing the ball of fire at ARGENTO knocking out of the sky. PERIWINKLE dodge her second fireball and kept up the fight. She was too quick in the air, sending a swirling blast of air, her form made of thick black ooze.

It knocked her back and turned into bits of the black ooze. She lands and creates the ground blast of air knocked several Fire Demon soldiers on the ground. LIBERIUS suddenly teleported in his hellfire, behind her and grabbed ahold of PERIWINKLE’S collar. Grabbing her wand, immediately.

LIBERIUS

That’s enough from you little caster!

She throws her on the ground and a Fire Demon bounds her hands. A hut ARGENTO & BERRY are brought in by other soldiers.

LIBERIUS looks toward JUSTIN

LIBERIUS

If that was your feeble attempt for back up! Then you have most certainly failed! Say goodbye to your friends! One last time! START THE EXECUTION!

The Fire Demon Soldiers ready their arms, palms open, fire burning in their hands.

LIBERIUS

(Standing together now. They close their eyes to meet their fate. Except for JUSTIN who was smiling.)

2! 1!

They fire their magics at the heroes, burning them instantly.

BUT!

As their eyes were closed, except JUSTIN there stood two figures. Their hands out absorbing the fire.

The woman in a tight black suit with red accents, with armor on her chest and along her arms. As well as a skirt that curved like a fiery flower.

The man clad in a black suit, complimented in red armor. Covering his chest, arms, and legs. He had a katana and wakizashi along his back. A red mask and hood covered his face.

MAN & WOMAN

Don’t you just love fire?

(They both looked to the heroes that were saved.)

EDITH & VIOLET looked at the girl with such shock. JUSTIN smiled at them both.

VIOLET

Clementine?!

JUSTIN

Well, it’s about time!

RYOTO

Couldn’t just let one of my best friends be burned.

RYOTO slices the stone cuffs around his hands and given him his katana. JUSTIN goes to free EDITH, NOEMI, and VIOLET. Helping up ARGENTO, PERIWINKLE, and BERRY.

LIBERIUS was shocked by the sudden appearance of these two unknown figures.

LIBERIUS

GET THEM!

His army following order, CLEMENTINE & RYOTO draw their swords. Taking down every single one that came at them. Time freezes slowly as JUSTIN snapped his fingers. VIOLET hugged CLEMENTINE instantly,

VIOLET

How? How are you here?

CLEMENTINE

I’ll explain later, I promise Vi.

JUSTIN

We have to go now! I can only hold this for a short amount of time!

RYOTO

Let’s move everyone!

ENOCH (V.O)

I’m coming to you!

The Eternity flew upwards and breaks through the roof of the cave. Racing to the heroes as they run toward the ship. NOEMI, ARGENTO, and PERIWINKLE flew through the air, NOEMI picked up EDITH, ARGENTO picked up VIOLET, and PERIWINKLE grabbed onto BERRY. CLEMENTINE boosted herself like a rocket through the air, propelling herself with her fire magic. JUSTIN & RYOTO had jet power, as JUSTIN pressed a button on his belt activating his jet-powered boots.

RYOTO had a jetpack ready and pressed a button on his wrist, activating the device on his back letting him fly as well. The rooftop of The Eternity opens, allowing all the heroes to enter the Bridge. JUSTIN pressed the button to turn off the jet boots and rushed to the Captain’s Seat.

JUSTIN

ENOCH! GET US OUT OF HERE!

ENOCH (V.O)

Right away, Captain!

The Eternity fires photon blasts at the army and turns immediately back to the entrance portal. The Eternity makes it’s way out, returning to the Earth.

LIBERIUS stood in front of the portal, angry at their escape. He screams in rage,

LIBERIUS

NO!!!

FADE TO BLACK

TBC... In Part 4

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Chapter four is up!

This time we finally get to see the clone as an actual character instead of just an unconscious prop.

Meanwhile, Catra drags Hordak to Mara’s ship in the Crimson Wastes and they discuss Catra’s plan... as well as revisit the definition of failure.

There were a great many things Hordak disliked. But it took a special kind of dislikable thing to anger him to the point where he could say, with absolute conviction, and without the shadow of a doubt, that he hated it!

Traitors were very high on his list of hates. One traitor in particular. One brilliantly intelligent, irrationally positive, absurdly energetic, prehensile haired traitor. Hordak could say that he very justifiably hated her. He vowed he would see her again, and exact his revenge!

Failure was another of his top three hates. Both the failure of his subordinates, and his own personal failures. Especially his own personal failures. He should never have trusted the Princess in the first place. He should have known better. She was originally their prisoner. What motivation did she have to help him? None! It was his own failure of judgement, failure of security, and failure to maintain boundaries that allowed her to slip in and exploit his… defects. A mistake he planned to correct in the not-too-distant future.

But the thing that was quickly rising on his list of top three hates, the thing that was vying for the coveted spot of the Most Repugnant Thing in the Universe According to Lord Hordak… was sand!

Hard, coarse, dusty, vile stuff!

It got everywhere!

Stuck under his talons. In his mouth. In his eyes! But worst of all, inside the joint and delicate inner workings of his exo-suit!

From the first step he and Catra took into the Crimson Waste, it seemed like the sand had a personal vendetta against him. Was trying to end him. If not by killing him outright, then by exposing his weakness to his companion for her to finish him off. After all, Force Captain Catra seemed to be a perfect student of Horde philosophy. Putting it into a level of practice that would make even the strict and difficult to please Horde Prime proud.

Hordren and Red Hord would’ve liked her too.

Hordwing and Hode would have hated her.

But Hordak tried not to think about Hode. His old mentor. The one who’s position on Prime’s cabinet he took over after the older clone expired. What would Hode say to him now?

‘Every situation can be turned, Zero-Zero-Three. No fall is too far for one to climb back up from. Provided you are strong enough. Are you strong enough, Zero-Zero-Three?’

Hordak liked to think he was strong enough.

Hode probably never had to deal with the betrayal of a- a- a useful associate he allowed to get too close. Hode never would have allowed one to get so close in the first place. To weasel her way past his boundaries and under his barriers. To give him new armor while simultaneously breaking down the other armor he’d carefully constructed around himself. An armor which allowed him to rise in rank within his division of the Empire. An armor which allowed him to ascend to a seat on the ruling cabinet itself! Hode never would have been so foolish, or so… weak.

Hordak liked to think he was strong, but –thus far- all evidence was to the contrary.

The wind changed, blowing a fresh cloud of dust around them.

And this All High Host-cursed sand was really testing him!

Hordak wrapped a hand around the opposite wrist of his exo-suit, already feeling the tingling of a malfunction coming on. He would not have a ‘tizzy’ in front of Catra. The fact that she was supposed to be his subordinate aside, she was in the position of power in this particular situation.

She could navigate the Crimson Wastes, he could not. She knew where they were going, he did not. She was physically fit and able-bodied, he was one prosthetic suit malfunction away from being an invalid. She had a plan, while all he had was a vague demand for satisfaction from the one who betrayed him. At this moment, in this situation, Catra was the one in control.

A fact he was sure she was just as aware of as he was. Though she had not capitalized on it yet, and Hordak had to wonder as to why. After his treatment of her over the past year, she must be harboring a grudge. All High Host knew he held a grudge against Hordren when he was still new to the cabinet and very green. Freshly promoted and newly named. Still getting used to being called ‘Hordak’ instead of ‘Zero-Zero-Three.’

“Keep up!” Catra snarled at him.

She stood, silhouetted against the empty, cloudless sky. A sky that looked as dry and uninviting as the sand through which she had dragged him. Mane of hair blowing in the wind. Tail flicking back and forth in irritation. For such a clever and formidable… survivor, she was incredibly easy to read. The cat-girl was impatient and annoyed. Not exactly the image of a leader with a plan. She did not look collected and in control. She looked frustrated.

‘Do not give into frustration, Zero-Zero-Three.’ Hode often repeated to him. Repeated to him so often, in fact, that it caused the very frustration the older clone was warning against. ‘Frustration is one of the mind killers. It clouds the ability to think.’

Perhaps that was why Entrapta’s betrayal had taken him so utterly and completely by surprise.

He had been struggling with his portal project for years. For almost as long as he had established his own little facsimile of a Horde Supremacy here on Etheria. For as long as he’d had the resources to build a portal, he’d been trying to do just that… and failing at every attempt. Again, and again, and again. He was angry, and he was impatient, and he was frustrated.

So, when this energetic little Princess appeared in his lab and just fixed it, as if it were nothing, as if it were easy, he didn’t think twice. He didn’t question. He didn’t stop to wonder the why. All he cared about was that she could give him what he wanted, and so he gave her what she wanted. Unlimited access and resources.

She managed to keep the ruse up for a very long time. So long, in fact that they actually created a working portal. So, long that she actually allowed him to succeed.

Except she didn’t allow him to succeed, because that was also the day she brought the Alliance in to destroy him.

But he would destroy her in return. He promised himself

As she had forced him to watch the destruction of all that he cared for, his one and only way home, so too would he make her watch as he destroyed all she cared for. Her precious Princess Alliance, her home Queendom of Dryl, her laboratory, all her inventions and experiments, her notes, those blasted recordings. He would wipe her very existence from the face of this world! And he would make her watch as he did so. He would see her face as she realized that he had destroyed her. That he had taken all but her life. And when she begged him to take that as well, he would refuse.

Entrapta was a brilliant scientist, after all. She was a valuable resource, and Hordak was not in the habit of throwing away resources. Perhaps he would present her to Horde Prime as a gift when he finally returned home.

…If he ever returned home.

The prospects were not looking good from his side, and there was no way for him to know if Prime received the signal from the other side.

Trying very hard to control his breaths so that Catra did not hear him wheezing, Hordak finally crested the top of the dune they were climbing. The gasp he made had nothing to do with his lungs being desperate for breath.

There, in front of them, jutting up from the desert, was an arrow shaped space ship. Not Horde in design. The Horde preferred sharp angles and hard lines. This one was smooth and elegant. Not unsimilar to some First Ones’ designs he’d seen. Not a Horde ship, then. A First Ones’ ship.

“C’mon.” Catra snapped. Then was bounding down the other slope of the dune, towards the ship.

Hordak longed for a sandworm to come up and swallow her whole. A shame the Great Makers were only native to Arakis and were not found on Etheria. We would have longed to see the cat-girl get eaten, then wash the sight down with fresh glass of Spice.

He followed her to the ship.

The sand had gotten in here too.

Sand truly was a horrible thing. It was hard, and course, and it got everywhere. Hordak hated the sand.

But there was less of it inside the ship. And, inside the ship it was cool, without the harsh sun of the Wastes beating down on them. Cool, and dim, almost dark. Not unlike his own Sanctum. It was almost homey inside the crashed First Ones’ ship, and Hordak felt himself relax before he gave his body leave to. The hand around his wrist letting go, as the tingling that was the warning sign of an episode subsided.

Taking a deep breath of the dry air, he let his aching lungs rest for a moment before asking the necessary question. “Why have you dragged me here?”

In answer to this, Catra kicked a console and a hologram appeared. A hologram of a very familiar, two and half meters tall, shiny, Princess, savior. Except that it wasn’t the one Hordak was familiar with. The She-Ra that destroyed his portal and defeated him was former-Force Captain Adora. This She-Ra, however, identified herself as…

“I am Mara, She-Ra of Etheria, and I am gone.”

It kept repeating. On a loop. The same sentence. She was She-Ra, and legendary hero of Etheria, but not the She-Ra he’d spent the past year being thwarted by.

“I’m still waiting for an explanation, Force Captain.” Hordak turned –what he hoped- was an intimidating scowl at the cat-girl. “Why have you brought me here?”

Catra crossed her arms over her chest, as if she were impatient with him. As if he should just know, without having to be told. Since he did not know, it was very inconvenient for her to have to explain.

“There’s a larger message.” She told him. “I saw it, but it was glitching. Skipping around, like an old laser disk with a scratch. I’m not techy. But you are. Fix it.”

Hordak raised one pale, waxy brow-ridge. How dare she presume to give him orders!

Except he knew exactly how she presumed to give him orders. She might not know it yet, but one carefully placed blow from her could kill him. He was not as strong as he used to be. He had not been as strong as he used to be for a very long time. Far longer than before he began making real and meaningful progress with his portal. Entrapta might not know it, but she actually saved his life when she built the exo-suit for him. Her Alliance might have won a lot sooner, and she might not have had to betray him at all, had she not gifted him with this one prosthetic suit.

Absentmindedly, Hordak touched a talon to the gem on his collar. A shard of a First Ones crystal in a dusky fuchsia color. Did Entrapta know truly what it was she was doing for him when she made it? Or did she just think it was ‘something nice’ that would prompt him to trust her more. Not just trust her more, but trust her completely. Because, at the end there, Hordak did trust her completely. Not just trust her, but want her. Want her there. When the portal was activated. Their portal. That they had made together. He wanted her standing next to him when that lever was pulled and the universe opened up for them.

But she wasn’t there.

Entrapta had been nowhere in sight. She hadn’t even showed up to laugh in his face and call him a fool for how easily he allowed himself to be manipulated by her.

Hordak did wonder where she went. Why she wasn’t there. Even in the capacity of an enemy, she should have been there. It was a decisive moment.

Catra impatiently tapped her foot on the sandy spaceship floor.

Hordak lowered his hand from the crystal at his collar. There would be time to dwell on Entrapta. Later.

“I fail to see how a corrupted message file from a long-dead speaker is of any importance.” He informed Catra.

“Because.” Began the cat-girl in a voice similar to the one she used when she had to explain something to Force Captain Scorpia. Something Catra felt should be obvious and couldn’t understand why the other people around her weren’t getting it. “That other She-Ra mentioned a weapon. I’m sure of it. And a super-weapon is exactly what we need right now. We could defeat She-Ra and take down the whole Princess Alliance in one strike.

“Assuming you know how to use this weapon.” Hordak pointed out.

“That all depends on what the weapon is, now doesn’t it.” Catra crooned. “That’s what you’re gonna find out. You’ve been incorporated First Ones’ tech into your experiments since before Entrapta came along. You’ve got to have figured out how this stuff works by now!”

Unconsciously, Hordak placed a hand to the crystal on the collar of his exo-suit. He hadn’t figured out the First Ones’ tech. Not really. He spent so much time and made so little progress. Entrapta was the real First Ones expert. Entrapta was what Catra needed. He was a poor substitute.

But he also wasn’t going to tell Catra that.

“If what you say is, in fact, true, then will She-Ra and her Princess Alliance not return to reclaim the very information we are seeking?” He pointed out instead.

But if the Princess Alliance did come to reclaim a former She-Ra’s message, and that message was buried in First Ones’ data, they would need to bring Entrapta. If he remained here and prepared an ambush for the Alliance, then he could see Entrapta again. He could have satisfaction!

“Which is why we’re gonna get it first!” Catra announced with a level of confidence that was completely unfounded given their combined knowledge of First Ones tech was barely above that of a child.

Then Catra smiled a malicious little grin. One full of dark irony and her own helping of vicious satisfaction. She scooped up handful of sand up off the floor and crossed the space between them.

“And Hordak,” she cooed up at him, almost as if with affection. “You do know what the meaning of ‘failure’ is.”

He felt a small stone of dread sink into the pit of his stomach at the question. He knew she had to be just as aware of the shift in the power dynamic between them as he was. He knew she had to be aware that she held the advantage in this particular situation. It seemed the cat-girl was capitalizing on it after all.

“If you thought the atmosphere was problematic…” She climbed up on top of the ship’s darkened and lifeless console to close the height difference between them. She looked him dead in the eyes, mismatched heterochromia to pupilless red sclera. Face stony and impassive, she dropped her handful of sand into his exo-suit, so that it trickled under the lip of the collar bow between the suit and his already sensitive skin. “…wait until you get a load of the environment.”

The almost instant skin irritation was bad enough. But then he felt the tingling that warned of a suit malfunction. The exo-suit Entrapta fitted him with not know how to communicate with his existing cybernetic implants to compensate for the foreign irritants. Hordak tried to hold his composure as best he could. He really did.

He still found himself leaning against the ship’s console. Using it to support his weight as his prosthetics shorted. Sparking visibly in the dim chamber.

Still standing on the console, Catra knelt down to whisper in his delicately pointed ear. “I trust we understand each other.”

Hordak barely managed to raise his head to look at her. But he very clearly caught her toothy grin of satisfaction.

…

It was safe to say that Socrpia had no idea what she was doing.

She didn’t know much about children, and she knew even less about clones. In the holo-dramas she sometimes watched, all clones always came out of the tubes –or tank in Little Hordak’s case- fully functioning. Able to speak, and stand, understand language and follow commands. In the holo-dramas Scorpia watched, clones were given some kind of programming or education while still gestating. So they could function like people.

Entrapta, however, did not appear to have done this.

When the little Hordak-clone first began to breath, the first thing they did was cry. Loudly.

Imp placed both of his pudgy hands over his ears and fluttered up into the rafters to get away from the sound. Scorpia similarly clapped her pincers over her ears, at a bit of a loss as to what to do.

The next few minutes were a blur of cuddles, and cooing non-sense reassurances to the clone –whom was even more of a child than they looked- when Little Hordak was finally calm and quiet again, Scorpia turned her attention to a meaningful escape. The Alliance had beaten them, Catra had betrayed her and their friendship, original-Hordak was missing.

Scorpia lifted the small child up into her arms and stomped from the lab.

Imp just barly managed to swipe Entrapta’s discarded recorder as he flew to keep up with the Force Captain. If there were any answers to the question that was the young clone, it would be on that recorder.

Scorpia carried the clone to her own quarters. Imp flapping behind them, hugging the recorder to his tiny chest. He seemed determined to stick close to the Little Hordak, almost as if they were the actual Lord himself.

Taking a sheet from her bed, Scorpia wrapped it around the clone’s naked body. She cut the hem so they could walk on their own –assuming they knew how- and cut a hole for their head, transforming the former sheet into a kind of sloppy shift. It was red, like everything else in the Horde, a stark contrast to their whiter-than-white skin and vibrant blue hair. One might have argued that the sheet brought out the color of their eyes, except the clone’s eyes weren’t really a true red. At least, not a red the same as original-Hordak’s red.

They still glowed slightly, as if lit from some internal light. An interesting bioluminescence not usually found on Etheria. But the color was different. While Hordak’s eyes were a primary-red, or a true-red, the clone’s were closer to fuchsia. An extremely bright pink with violet undertones.

Scorpia sat the clone on her now bare bed and turned to pack a quick bag for herself. But she stopped when she felt something tug on her arm. It felt almost like the sheet was tangled around her. Something coiled around her forearm and pulling.

She looked back, dark eyes going wide at what she saw.

It wasn’t the sheet wrapped around her arm. It was the clone’s blue mohawk of hair. That long tail of hair. As long as they were tall, blue and narrow, just like Hordak’s but… Scorpia looked at the hair coiled around her arm. She watched the strands move over her armor as if they had a mind of their own. She felt them try and tug her back, closer to the clone. Hair that functioned the same as any limb. Prehensile hair. Just like Entrapta! They looked like Hordak, but they had Entrapta’s prehensile hair! Maybe not the same color or style, but the same physical capabilities.

So… not a true clone, then. A combination of the two of them. An amalgamation. A composite.

An offspring.

Scropia hadn’t found Entrapta’s last experiment, she found Entrapta’s child! Entrapta’s child with Hordak. –Gross.- Scorpia inwardly cringed, there was no accounting for taste. And only Entrapta would have a baby through experimentation rather than… the usual way.

She tried to peel the hair off her arm, hooking her free pincer claw under it and all but prying the tight spiral of blue off her. It look a surprising amount of effort, the hair was stronger than they looked. But then, Entrapta’s hair had always been stronger than she looked.

Free of the limb again, Scorpia darted around her room, throwing things messily into a standard issue duffle. Spare armor, civilian clothing, underclothing. But when she darted into her private bathroom –as a Princess she was entitled to the privilege of her own washroom and toilet- the clone began to cry. Scorpia was literally the only person they knew, and she was suddenly out of sight.

She poked her head out from around the doorframe. “Hey, hey, I’m still here, kiddo.” She tried to sooth. “Uh, Hordak? Lord-? Little Lord? Little Hordak.”

Seeing her again, the clone gave a soft sniff and stopped crying.

Scorpia went back into the bathroom.

The clone began to cry again.

“Of for the love of-“ She poked her head out again.

The clone stopped crying again.

“This is not the best time to play Peek-a-Boo, Little Hordak.” She called to them.

Imp fluttered onto the bed next to the clone. Partially in an attempt to distract them, he understood the necessity of getting master’s… whatever they were to master- out of the Fright Zone before an enemy, or a rival for power learned of them. But also partly because Imp was still confused by them. By this stange new organism that hatched from a Horde cloning tank, the same as master, and the same as Hode before him. The same as every Horde clone ever. And yet they did not smell like every Horde clone. They didn’t not smell like master. Not entirely. They smelled… mixed. Hybrid. Alien.

With Imp distracting the clone, Scorpia was able to finish her frantic and haphazard packing. With the duffle thrown over her back, the strap crossing her chest, she scooped the clone back up into her arms.

There was more than one skiff already missing when the trio made it to the hangers. It looked like Scorpia wasn’t the only one who decided to jump ship after the Sanctum blew.

She settled the clone as best she could. Horde skiff’s weren’t exactly designed with seatbelts, but Socrpia didn’t trust the clone with his infant-like understanding of things not to fall out while she was piloting. She laid her duffel bag over their lap, hoping that would be enough to keep them in place. They were a kid, maybe they’d think of the duffle as an awkward heavy blanket.

“Stay down, Little Hordak.” Scorpia instructed, not even sure if the clone understood or not.

They blinked back up at her with those odd eyes. Glowing and solid sclera devoid of iris or pupil, like Hordak’s, but fuschia in color, like Entrapta’s. For half a second Scorpia wondered if they did understand.

Then the clone smiled back at her. Smiled, as if they were not fleeing a defeated military instillation full of deserters, looters, vengeful zealots, and the very enemies that defeated them in the first place. Clearly, they did not understand as much as they thought they did.

“H’dak!” The clone’s smile was also not like Hordak’s –not that Scorpia had ever actually seen the Lord smile. But Hordak’s teeth were red. Almost as red as his eyes, although, they didn’t glow –obviously. But the clone’s teeth were white. A perfectly normal color for Etherian teeth. Still sharp, and pointed, with elongated canines coming down into fangs. But they were not red. More of Entrapta manifesting itself in the clone. “H’dak!”

They were so utterly oblivious to the gravity of their situation. So innocent and trusting of her. Scorpia couldn’t help but smile back at the ignorant creature. “That’s right, kiddo, you’re Hordak.”

Imp shot a disapproving frown in her direction. This amalgam creature was most definitely not master! He held the recorder in his hands. The moment they were safe and not moving anymore, Imp was going to go through every sound file on the whole thing. He would dissect Entrapta’s notes until he discovered what this… what this genetic composite really was.

“H’dak!” The clone said again as Scorpia piloted the skiff away from the Fright Zone.

That was four days ago.

Not knowing where else to go or what else to do, Scorpia navigated them to Dryl. It was Entrapta’s Queendom, after all, and the little Hordak clone –whom she had started calling ‘Dak’- was Entrapta’s creation. It stood to reason that Dryl would be the perfect place to taken them.

The staff of Castle Dryl… had mixed reactions.

Baker, Soda Pop, and Busgirl glared at Scorpia darkly. Before word of the Horde’s defeat reached them, they were –technically- under Horde occupation. Their ruling Princess having gone over to the Horde willingly. Dryl still hung Horde banners, and was still filled with Horde soldiers. Where Baker, Soda Pop, and Busgirl once served only one eccentric and only occasionally terrifying Princess, they now had to serve a whole occupying army.

Then a Force Captain shows up out of nowhere in only a skiff, no other soldiers or guards, and a small child in tow. It was an odd event to say the least.

The occupying soldiers’ reactions were less hostile and more confused. Not all of them had ever even seen Hordak in their lives. They only knew what he looked like from vague description. But those whom had been in the presence of the leader of the Horde definitely, definitely could recognize him. Lord Hordak was not something one easily forgets. One look at the small child holding Scorpia’s claw, and sucking on their hair was all it took for some soldiers to note the resemblance and jump to conclusions.

The Horde was defeated. The Princess Alliance won. Hordak was killed. And one surviving loyal Force Captain escaped with a young child that could only be Hordak’s heir.

It was the kind of story told as the prologue to an epic opera. ‘Lord of the Rings’ –Etheria version. ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ –Dryl redux.

Scorpia sat down with Baker, Soda Pop, and Busgirl in the kitchen. They were the highest ranked staff in the castle –the highest ranked native staff- there were higher ranked Horde Scorpia could have talked with, but that could wait. She wanted these people to know what she’d discovered first. She wanted Entrapta’s people to hear it from her, not the scuttlebutt of occupying soldiers.

They sat at the kitchen table, using it as more of a makeshift conference table.

“I don’t see why you had to come here!” Busgirl blurted out what everyone else was thinking.

Baker and Soda Pop looked nervous. During her previous visit, Force Captain Scorpia had never been cruel to the people of Dryl. In fact, compared to other Horde officers, she was downright nice! Sociable and happy. Inexplicably cheerful and easy to get along with. The kind of person that put others at ease and made one forget that she was actually an agent of a tyrannical regime that was slowly taking over the planet. But, Scorpia was still a Horde officer. Testing her patience was never a good idea.

But Scorpia didn’t seem all that tested. In fact, she looked a little… awkward. One pincer scratched at the back of her head while she looked for words to explain things.

At the other end of the room –where there was no stove or carving knives for a child to hurt themselves on- Dak played with Imp. At least the staff assumed it was play. The little Horde-Etherian hybrid was trying to grab at the fluttering deamon. Clawing at the empty air with their tiny taloned hands. Occasionally they would make a jump to close the distance between them, but Imp just hovered higher, keeping just out of reach of the small master’s clone.

“Want!” The child snapped in frustration, glaring up at Imp whom insisted on hovering just out of reach. They had added several words to their vocabulary over the past few days with Scorpia. It wasn’t just ‘H’dak’ anymore. Now they could convey their ‘want!’, mangled Scorpia’s name into ‘Sc’pya’, expressed their displeasure with a pitchy ‘No!’, and understood to ask the dreaded and terrible ‘why?’

It had been four days since Scorpia and Imp found them in a cloning tank in Entrapta’s old lab. In the space of four days, little Dak had gone from the mentality and understanding of a newborn infant, to that of an 18-month old toddler. Clearly, they inherited Entrapta’s intelligence. Either that or it was just a trick of the cloning process. Scorpia didn’t know enough about any of it to hazard a guess.

Imp just chortled at the clone. Flapping over to perch atop a kitchen cabinet. He opened his mouth wide and threw the little Hordak’s own word back at them. ‘Want! Want! Want!’

In response to this taunting, Dak just growled. A low, feral sound, forming in the back of their throat. Not a sound the average Etherian could make unless they hailed from a furry sub-species.

“Oh, geez, uh,” Scorpia was trying to explain to the staff but wasn’t quite sure how, “ya see, the thing is… Little Dak isn’t just Hordak’s, uh… Hordak’s whatever. They’re also Entrapta’s!”

All three Dryl staff looked confused. “The Princess’ what?”

Frustrated with his Imp playmate, Dak tried to climb up onto the counter, using the drawer handles as foot holds. They used their hands to brace against the wall for balance on the new, higher surface, and reached their hair up to grab the little deamon for him. The thin blue mohawk coiling around the Imp tightly, entangling the small creature as if in a tentacle, and pulled Imp down off the shelf.

“Mine!” Dak announced triumphantly.

Imp just gave a chirp of resignation. He was caught. But then, that was the whole point of the game, after all. Horde were predators. Since master’s… whatever they were, didn’t recive any programming during gestation, they would need to be trained the old fashioned way. Imp was just lucky that Hode made sure Imp knew what the old fashioned way was before the old clone expired.

The staff just stared, open mouthed and wide eyed, at the child. A miniature Hordak, or so they’d been told, none of them had ever seen Hordak before. But a miniature Hordak whom also enjoyed their own Princess’ power of prehensile hair. A trait no other family on Etheria had. A trait that was unique to the royal house of Dryl. This ‘Dak’ wasn’t just Hordak’s… whatever, they were also Entrapta’s… child?

But, that couldn’t be right. It hadn’t even been a year since she was lost in the Fright Zone and joined the Horde, and this child was very clearly a decade old –in physical appearance, at least. Mentally they seemed a little over a year, but that was still too old to be the naturally begotten child born from the leader of the Horde and their Princess. Reproduction did not work that fast!

Dak noticed everyone staring at them and bared his teeth in a challenge. Teeth that were as pointed and sharp as Hordak’s, but white and enameled as an Etherian’s. They hugged Imp tighter to them. “Mine!”

“I guess that’s a good explanation right there.” Scorpia laughed good-naturedly. As if this were just a friendly conversation and a friend’s child had just done something cute. As if a giant bombshell nobody really understood hadn’t just been dropped on the staff. When Scorpia noticed that no one else was laughing along with her, she cringed.

“How is this even possible?” Baker approached the child. She was about to offer them a hand to help climb down off the counter, but Imp hissed loudly. She thought twice, not wanting that little deamon creature to bite her.

Imp glared a challenge at the other too, in case they wanted to interfere with the Horde hybrid’s training too. Master’s… heir? had to learn on their own. Master’s heir had to be strong. Otherwise they would not be Horde.

“But you get why I brought them here, right?” Scorpia asked.

All three staff exchanged a grim look. Yes, they understood. Young Hordak, second of his name, was not a lost heir of the Horde smuggled out of the Fright Zone by a loyal Captain to be raised to reclaim the thrown. Little Dak, was Entrapta’s successor, the heir to the Dryl Queendom. They were being brought home by a friend of their… (creator’s?) mother’s.

“You did the right thing.” Baker decided as she watched the pale child climb down from the counter on their own.

They had to let go of Imp to do it. Using both their hands, and their hair, for balance. But they made it down off the counter all on their own, and they didn’t stumble or fall once. Given more time and practice, they would become just as adept at climbing walls and sneaking through air vents as their mother.

“H’dak!” They announced once their feet were firmly back on the floor.

“That’s right!” Baker cooed, clapping her hands to congratulate them as if getting down off a surface without hurting themselves was a praise-worthy feat.

Dak placed a hand to their belly, frowning as they tried to think of the correct word for how they felt. “Want.” They decided. They patted their belly to make sure the adults in the room understood. “Want.”

“Are you hungry?” Baker asked. They were already in the kitchen, she could make something easily.

For half a moment, Dak looked confused, not sure what the grown-up was asking. They were still learning and language was confusing. “I’m H’dak.”

Imp fluttered down to perch on top of the child. The clone’s shoulder’s were much narrower than master’s. Imp could not perch on Dak the same way he perched on Hordak. The little deamon balanced on the back of their neck instead, one pudgy leg thrown over each shoulder. He looked at the Baker, opened his mouth, and repeated her own word back at her, ‘Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.’ To confirm for her that, yes, that was what master’s heir needed.

Nodding her understanding, Baker got to work. Pulling out mixing bowls and baking pans. Flour, eggs, milk, sugar… all the things that went into her cooking for the child’s mother.

While Baker worked, Soda Pop turned to Scorpia, a serious frown on his face. “So what’s you plan with this child?” He asked. “What are you going to do now?”

Because they might be the heir to Dryl, but they were also the heir to the Horde –assuming the Horde practiced hereditary inheritance. The staff did not like the idea of their Princess’ only child being used as a pawn in some Force Captain’s machiavellian schemes for power.

Scorpia scratched the back of her head again. “See, the thing is… I was kinda hoping you could just take them for me?” She confessed. “Take care of them, I mean. The kiddo doesn’t know anything about anything and I can’t have a kid tagging along where I’m going.”

That was not the answer Soda Pop was expecting. He was expecting the Force Captain to invite herself to stay. Install herself as Dak’s regent until they came of age and could take over Dryl. Use the clone’s pedigree for her own ambitions. Instead she was just… dropping him off at home?

“Where are you going?” Soda Pop found himself asking.

This time, when Scorpia answered, it was not sheepish or unsure. She did not scratch the back of her head awkwardly. She was resolved and firm when she spoke. “I made a mistake.” She admitted. “I betrayed a friend and sent her to a really bad place. I gotta go there and get her back.”

Soda Pop raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. He didn’t know Horde soldiers had friends. Let along friendships that were deep enough to prompt someone to go on what sounded like a dangerous and possibly life-threatening quest. “Who?”

Scorpia cast a forlorn look at Dak. “Their mother.”

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Chapter 19: Walking the Wire

Cora sat in her car in her driveway and she dialed a number on her cell phone.

"Sheriff," Graham answered.

"Did you do what I requested?" she asked sternly.

"I did...it was wrong and I still don't know why I did that for you. But it's done," Graham answered. She smirked and got into her car.

"Good boy," she cooed condescendingly, before she started the car and turned the radio into tune into the bug that she had forced the Sheriff to plant for her. If they wanted a fight...then they were going to get one.

"With this," she heard a man say and it sounded like August.

"This is quite bold. You need to be ready for the backlash," that was unmistakably Rumple's voice and though she had no idea what he was warning them of, he was absolutely right.

"You have no idea, Rumple...and you'll be among those I take revenge on now," she said, as she looked over the files that Sidney had dug up for her. She smirked and continued to listen.

"We are. You once told us that the final battle would begin as soon as the curse was broken and we're going to be ready for it," that voice gave Cora pause. It was definitely the prince, but this talk of the final battle was odd. Unless…

"Which begs another question. The curse is very specifically designed so that the product of your true love is the only thing that can break it," it was Rumple's voice and he was definitely talking to the Prince. A Prince that was very much awake.

"There are only a few ways I can think of that could restore your memories beforehand," she heard Rumple speak again, confirming such.

"It was our sapling...a true love sapling that we didn't even know about," that was Snow's voice and it made her clench her teeth. That little retch had been a thorn in her side for far too long and just when she thought she'd been rid of her, she had returned to foil Cora's happy ending.

"No one knew about it...but after you mentioned it last night, I think I went into one of my author trances, because this was in the book this morning," that voice was the puppet again, but she had no idea what this author nonsense was about.

"Remarkable...for all the things I see, I didn't see this one," she heard Rumple say. She didn't know exactly what he was looking at, but she planned to find out.

"Does Cora have any inkling that this sapling exists?" Rumple asked.

"We don't think so...it's safe for now," the Prince answered. Cora smirked.

"Not anymore, Prince Charming," she cooed.

"You need to keep it that way. This sapling is pure magic...true love's magic," Rumple said, making Cora chuckle.

"Well...thank you for the information, Rumple. It will be invaluable," she said.

"Do you think...the sapling could break the curse?" she heard Snow ask.

"As powerful as it is...the curse is written with very specific language. I must confess that I bottled a potion made of your true love and hid it...for a rainy day," Rumple answered.

"Oh Rumple...I'm disappointed in you. Putting all your cards on true love...especially Snow White and Prince Charming's is foolish," she said quietly.

"I know...my son is the author," she heard Snow say. The author...she didn't know of what significance that was, but she knew texts in her collection that probably could tell her something.

"Wait...that was what was in the golden egg you made me hide in Maleficent?" Charming exclaimed. Cora smirked.

"Bingo...so Maleficent is here somewhere in Storybrooke. That was a very nice touch getting that one past me, Rumple," she mused.

"But there's no dragon in Storybrooke,"

"Sure about that, dearie?"

"You brought a dragon to Storybrooke?"

"No...but the curse did. She's...asleep, for now,"

"Okay...so I think the question I'd like to know is, how do I break the curse? Cause we've been here for a while and I still have no idea how to get it done,"

"Sorry dearie...I didn't foresee how you do it. I only saw that you did."

"We'll see about that, Rumple," she mused, as she turned off the radio as her phone rang and she answered.

"Hello," she said.

"Is this Mayor Cora Mills?" a voice asked.

"It is...to whom am I speaking?" she asked.

"This is the Portland Police Department. I'm Captain Selvig. What can I do for you?" he asked.

"I think I may have a couple of persons of interest responsible for crimes in your area here in my very nice, small town," she said.

"Really? And how did you become aware that they may be suspects?" he questioned.

"Like I said, Captain...I run a very small, quiet town. We don't get many new people, but when we do, I take the protection of my people very seriously and I had my Sheriff run their names through the database. I realize it's not exactly ethical, but I must see that my town is protected," she explained.

"I understand that. I assume they popped up in the criminal system?" he asked.

"They did. Neal Cassidy and Emma Swan," she replied.

"Cassidy? Cassidy is in your town?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes...then you remember his case?" Cora asked.

"He's wanted for Grand Larceny here and in Phoenix. I'm going to have to fight them for who gets to prosecute him," the Captain replied.

"Well, if I'm correct, it would be whoever gets to him first gets to throw him in their jail and I don't plan on calling Phoenix if you send a couple detectives to come pick him up," Cora said.

"That's good of you, Madam Mayor. I will dispatch a couple of my detectives. Where are you located?" he asked.

"A very small town in Maine. In fact, it's so small that we often get left off most maps. However, I have taken the liberty of mailing a special map to you so your detectives can find us. It should be in your mail today hopefully," Cora replied.

"That's helpful of you...I'll look for it and dispatch my best," he said.

"Oh, you have no idea how much at ease that puts me, but there is the matter of his accomplice, Emma Swan. Her records show that she has an association with Mr. Cassidy," Cora replied.

"Yes...we suspected she was helping him knock off convenience stores, but we could never prove anything other than guilt by association. The district attorney wanted more than that to bring her in," the Captain answered.

"Well, she is definitely in association with him. She had his child, after all. Isn't that enough to at least extradite her for questioning?" Cora asked.

"That I didn't know and it may very well be. I will be in touch," he answered, as they ended the call. Letting outsiders into Storybrooke would be risky, but if they could take the Savior away and she could ensure she was tossed in jail, then it would ensure her curse wouldn't be broken. And getting Baelfire put in jail beside her was the perfect revenge against Rumple for his betrayal of her. She smirked and dialed a number on her phone.

"Now to keep tabs on the two idiots," she murmured.

"Hello," Sidney answered.

"Mr. Glass...I have a job for you," she said.

"I thought I was supposed to be laying low. Deputy Swan will arrest me if she sees me," he argued.

"You're going to do what I tell you to do!" Cora snapped.

"And you'll not worry about Deputy Swan...I'll be handling her," she added.

"What can I do for you, Madam Mayor?" he asked.

"As we speak, Mary Margaret Swan and her boy toy are leaving the station. I want you to follow, unnoticed of course, and take photos of any and all exploits they may engage in. Then report back to me and do not get caught," she said sternly.

"Of course," he answered, as the line went dead.

"You think you've all won...but this battle has just begun," Cora muttered.

~*~

Snow and Charming got out of his truck, as he parked it near the troll bridge. They shared a smile and joined hands, as they trekked toward the cave.

"Just when I thought this place couldn't have more meaning to us," she said wistfully.

"It's the place we fell in love. The place we first talked...I mean really talked when I was still cursed," he said. She nodded.

"And it's the place where I got you back," she said, as they stopped outside the cave.

"And now we're here...just a prince and a princess on an adventure," he mused. She smiled and her eyes fluttered closed, as he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. She slipped her arms around his neck and their lips parted briefly, as they stared at each, before they came crashing together again. She mewled into his kiss, as he moved his lips passionately over hers. When they finally parted, they pressed their foreheads together, as they attempted to get their breath. As usual, he left her feeling breathless and unhinged, in the most euphoric way possible. He smiled at her, as they joined hands again and went inside the cave.

"It's amazing...there's no sunlight or water in this cave and it's survived all these years," Snow mentioned. He smiled at her.

"Just like our love," he said, as a green glow was cast upon them, breaking through the darkness of the cave. He stepped closer and cupped her face in his hands, as he kissed her passionately. Snow slipped her arms around his neck, as he kissed her deeply and she lost herself in him once again. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, as his lips slipped to her throat and he nipped purposefully. She was beside herself in pleasure, as the hands and lips she had craved for twenty-years were kissing her and touching her. He gently backed her against the wall, as her hands skated all over his strong back and he alternated between kissing her lips and her throat. She thrilled, as he sucked at her pulse point, ensuring she'd be wearing his mark. So like her Charming to mark her for all to see. Their lips finally parted and they panted together, as he pressed his forehead against hers, their faces only lit by the dim green glow of their true love sapling.

"I want to be with you…" he confessed, through gasps of air, as he gazed into her eyes. She bit her bottom lip to keep a scream of pure joy from escaping her lips and swallowed.

"You know that I'll wait as long as you need. I get it if you're not ready…" she promised. He smiled gently at her and nuzzled her nose with his.

"I know...and if it was anyone except you, then I'd probably have no interest in sex," he admitted.

"But it is you and I'm always going to want you, Snow. Not just because you're my wife...my real wife, but also because it's never just been sex between us," he said softly. She smiled coyly.

"That's very true," she replied.

"With us...it's just so much more than that. I'm not even sure lovemaking quite describes it," he said, as they looked at their sapling.

"I guess it's no wonder though if just our touch could create that," he said, nodding to it. She giggled and kissed him soundly.

"We make magic, my love," she said, with a giddiness she hadn't experienced in twenty-years. He smiled at that.

"Yeah...magic is a good way to describe what's between us," he said, as they gently picked up the sapling.

"This will be safe with us tonight and we can take it to Gold in the morning. Let's go home," he said, as they with their sapling in hand and arms around each other.

~*~

"Mama…" little David whined in his highchair.

"All right, buddy...I think the fries are cool enough now," Emma said, as she put some fries on his tray. Neal smiled, as he watched their son pick up the french fries with his chubby little fingers and start chowing down.

"He's a good eater...just like his mom," Neal teased. She looked at him in mock outrage and then dissolved into a smile, with a shrug of acknowledgement.

"So true," she agreed.

"I remember...anything with a high sugar content or deep fried and breaded," he teased again.

"I find it hard to believe that Snow would let you eat all that junk," Regina commented.

"She didn't, but she didn't know I usually used my milk money for the vending machine," Emma said.

"And she definitely doesn't know about your stash of junk food you keep in the drawer at the station," Neal said, as she looked at him incredulously.

"You better replace anything you took," she said seriously and he rolled his eyes. Emma really took her pop-tarts seriously.

"Fine, I owe you a box of blueberry," he admitted, as Regina got a text.

"It's Snow...they got the sapling and they're heading back to the loft," she said.

"I thought they were coming here for dinner?" Emma asked, as she munched on her onion rings. Regina chuckled.

"Yeah, something tells me that those two are going to have each other for dinner," she said bluntly, causing Emma to choke.

"Seriously? I do not need those kind of mental images, ugh…" she complained.

"I'm really happy my parents are finally together, but there are things a daughter should not know," she added.

"I agree, but you might want to wait a bit to go back to the loft tonight," she mused.

"Great…" Emma muttered.

"Don't worry...you can come to my house and I'll make us cocoa. I'd love to spend a bit more time with my grand nephew," she cooed, as she lifted the little boy into her arms.

"Okay...as long as you have cinnamon and I guess if anyone deserves a night alone, it's definitely my parents," she agreed, as they got up and put their coats on.

"You coming?" Emma asked to Neal.

"I wasn't sure I was invited," he replied. She rolled her eyes.

"You're little David's father...so it's implied now. Let's go," she said. He smiled and joined them, as Regina paid the check and they left the diner.

~*~

When they arrived home at the loft, Snow placed the sapling on the bedside table, while he hung up their coats. For twenty years, this moment hadn't been far from her mind. Naturally, she was nervous, because she was older and there were changes in her body. He was still the same though, young and handsome. He would always be handsome though, she was sure, even when he did get older. And he insisted she was still as beautiful as they day he met her. Still, there were a lot of people out there that would tell them that they couldn't work anymore. Most people would say that they had each been through too much for this to ever work. And she knew how narrow minded it was of those people to think that something like a number could come between a love like they had, but their words still gnawed at those insecurities she had in the back of her mind.

"They don't know us," she heard him say, as she turned to see him come through the curtain she had around the bed.

"What?" she asked in surprise and he smiled at her.

"I don't care what people say, Snow. Something like an age gap can't sully what we have," he said.

"How…" she started to say and then stopped. She knew how. Many things may have changed, but his ability to read her like a book was not one of those.

"My love for you is...boundless. It's in my blood and sinew," he said passionately, as he gazed down at her.

"It goes beyond our world and this world. I told you once that we have eternal love that transcends any realm...even death someday. If you remember, that whole death do us part thing wasn't in our vows, at least not in the first time when Lancelot married us," he reminded. She smiled and tears welled in her eyes at the memory. It was such a bittersweet day. It had been just them, their very dear friend Lancelot, and his dying mother.

"Having you back in my life is a blessing I will not take for granted, nor will I let idle gossip intrude and make a mockery of our vows," he added. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Nothing could do that. They can try...but they can't tear asunder what they do not understand. I'm just still getting used to it," she said. He smiled gently, urging her to continue, for he sensed that she needed to say a few things as well.

"Life was always so hard out there and I knew it was hard, because I didn't have you. I got used to everything being so hard," she said.

"I lost hope once in my life, when I was on the run from Cora, but then I met you and it was awakened in me again," she added, as her face became sad and her eyes watery.

"And then when I had to leave you behind, it almost died in me again. Emma and August are the only reason I had any hope at all during those years," she cried.

"Every time our daughter smiled...there you were and the tiny flicker inside my heart reminded me that hope was still alive and that I would find you. I had to, because I knew my heart would eventually give way without you. It would have long ago without my kids," she confessed.

"And now that I have you back, it's still taking some getting used to the fact that I'm not alone anymore and I have you back; someone that understands me like no one else does," she sniffed.

"I know that we still have a lot to face and that none of it is going to be easy. All the stuff around us has never been easy...but our love is. My love for you is as easy as breathing and I know that we'll face it all together," he said. She smiled.

"My love for you is as easy as breathing too and now that I have you again, I'm never letting you go," she replied.

"Good...because I'm not letting go either," he agreed, as they stared deeply into each other's eyes and their lips crashed together in a passionate coupling.

"You're sure?" she asked breathlessly, as their lips parted.

"Oh yeah…" he breathed, as he kissed her again.

"Are you?" he asked, just to be sure when their lips parted again. She gave him a sultry smirk.

"What do you think, handsome?" she asked coyly. He smiled and their lips met again and he slowly backed her toward the bed for what would be a reunion that they had waited twenty-years for…

Snow breathed in ragged gasps, as her husband kissed his way down her throat and to her collarbone. She struggled with the buttons on his shirt, but finally managed to undo them all and eagerly let the garment fall from his shoulders and become a puddle on the floor.

"Ohhh…" she moaned internally, as she bit her bottom lip again. She'd seen him like this hundreds of times, but she had been without him for so long too so having him like this again was almost overwhelming. In the very best way though. She licked her lips gently palmed her hands along his bare, muscled torso. He kissed her deeply and grasped the hem of her shirt. Their lips parted and she held her breath, as he pulled her shirt over her head. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love and desire shining in them. Their lips crashed together again and she pulled at his belt, as he went for the button her jeans. They managed to find their way out of their jeans and she gasped, as she felt his arousal pressing against her belly. She panted, as he kissed his way down her throat and to the tops of her breasts.

"Charming…" she pleaded and she felt his hands go to her thighs. She locked her arms around his neck and her body thrilled, as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as they tumbled to the bed. Intense making out resumed and hands roamed, their bodies responding in kind as they always did when they were intimate. It had been a very long time, but it seemed their bodies had not forgotten each other's touch or feel. His strong hands caressed her shoulders and pulled her bra straps down as they did, until they finally traveled to her breasts, cupping them gently and earning an impassioned cry from her. Snow managed to unhook her bra for him and he tossed it away, as touched her there with his hands and his mouth.

"Charming…" she whimpered, lost in a haze of pleasure, as she arched her hips against his. He groaned, as she rubbed her sex against his and he slipped her panties down her shapely legs.

"I love you…" he managed to say, his voice husky and full of passion.

"I love you...I need you…" she begged, as she finally rid them of the last barrier between them and his hard shaft was freed from the confines of his boxers. She licked her lips and mewled, as her eyes devoured his bare form. He was even more gorgeous than she remembered. He finally pushed inside her, slowly at first, until he was all the way in. He stopped briefly, as they breathed together and stared into each other's eyes. He braced himself, palms on either side of her head, as he began to move. She lost herself in him, as he brought her pure ecstasy with his languid thrusts. Their lips crashed together, as they took and gave pleasure to each other in equal synchronization. His cock pulsed inside her and her walls hugged him tightly, as he pumped his hips, faster and faster. Their skin glistened with perspiration and Snow kissed him passionately, moving her lips over his, just as he moved inside her. She released his lips, as her climax drew closer and pressed her forehead against his, as he sought to make her come. She cried out for him, as he made love to her and as he always did, he held her as she came. It was incredible and beautiful as always, with stars exploding behind her eyes and her insides quaking in the storm of pleasure. He was seconds behind her, as he came inside her, and she welcomed in her arms when he collapsed atop her. She kissed his forehead and caressed his face, as he pressed his lips to hers again and finally managed to pull himself from her hot depths. He rolled onto his back and pulled her with him, as she now lay atop his glistening chest. Oh how she had missed their lovemaking and now they would cuddle and he would hold her in his arms; something else she missed desperately as well.

"I love you…" he whispered, as he entwined his fingers with hers. She smiled up at him.

"I love you too...and I'm never letting you go again," she promised.

~*~

Cora sat in her house and idly looked through the photos Sidney had gotten developed for her. She groaned and downed more alcohol as she was forced to see the two idiots in all kind of intimate embraces and kisses. But that wasn't all she saw and she took curious note of this mysterious sapling that she had heard about. Now that she was seeing it, she wanted to scoff at the ridiculousness of it. But the glowing in it was unmistakable. This thing was magic and Sidney had been very confused by what he had seen, as his cursed mind had a lot of trouble comprehending it. She had brushed him off and told him it was none of his concern. She really didn't have a clear plan to combat this yet, but she knew that this sapling had to be destroyed. Once she did that and neutralized the threat of their daughter, then she'd take great pleasure in making these two pay for all their trouble. She smirked and took another drink.

"Enjoy your time with him, dear Snow. I took him away once...and I can take him away again...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #Emma Swan #August W Booth #AU #CORA cast the curse #evil Cora #Outlaw Queen #Regina and Snow are sisters #warning #mentions of abuse #nothing graphic #romance #adventure #angst #family #a darker curse

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teamhook · 6 years ago

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CSSNS 2018

Thanks again to @kmomof4 and @cssns for organizing the thing…

Thanks to @hookedonapirate for her Beta services. She is amazing. :) I’m lucky to have you.

Thanks to @kymbersmith-90 @revanmeetra87 @searchingwardrobes for their support and help cause I tend to freak out. :p

Tagging: @seriouslyhooked @snowbellewells @ilovemesomekillianjones @branlovestowrite @courtorderedcake @gingerchangeling and the @cssns Crew.

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Chapter 8:

The road so far...

Killian enacts some well-deserved payback to an old foe. While searching for a magical ally, instead he found a friend.

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The sterilized, blinding white room housed a small bed and a washstand with a white cloth, washbasin, and a jug of water. The infirmary was empty if not for the man lying on the bed. A stern brunette entered the room and pulled a chair to sit on. She studied the man before her. How had he reached their home? She leaned closer, she waved her hand over his prone body. There was a familiarity about the man, but she knew that couldn't be possible. She had not left the Isles in centuries, but the recognition was there since the moment he had been washed ashore, and even though he had been quarantined, people were already talking about the mysterious man.

The stranger had stirred hours after he had washed up, Blue had opted to knock him out with her magic. She knew she couldn't keep doing that. They had no idea what to do with a stranger in Haven Isles; there had been no precedent. She would have to call a meeting with the council but for now, the man would stay asleep.

She will need to speak with Merlin and his Apprentice to decide on what to do next. Eventually, there will be a need for a meeting with the Head Hunters as well. First, they needed to know if it was a magical problem, and once that was settled, the Hunters would assess the type of danger the man could pose, if any.

The two Hunters who currently held places within the council were Leopold White and his wife Evangeline Van Helsing. They were two of the strongest Hunter bloodlines merged together. It hadn't been a surprise to find out they had been soul-mated by the Island's magic. Soon their daughter and her new husband would take their place in the council after the birth of their first child. The Island somehow would match the perfect couples, to sire the mightiest warriors and strengthen the blood magic that created the protective barrier that surrounded Haven Isles.

She would speak with Merlin first; she knew where to find him. She strode to the roundtable conference room.

Merlin was sitting down, talking to his Apprentice. It was a little ironic. Merlin was a young, attractive man with dark hair and strong features, while his Apprentice was an older man with long, greying hair.

“Blue, we need to decide what to do about our guest. We are going to have to talk to the young man. We need to know what he knows," Merlin said as his Apprentice nodded his agreement.

"I have a suggestion, we simply pull his memories, and if we determine he is not a threat we let him leave," Blue answered quickly.

Merlin looked at his Apprentice, leaned toward him and argued for a second with the other man.

"Blue I don't like the idea of pulling the man's memories without his consent," Merlin maintained.

"Merlin, we don't even know if we can trust him." The head fairy insisted. "I'm not waking him up without answers first. At the very least I need to know how it was possible for him to cross the barrier." Blue held her calm exterior, but it was clear she was losing her patience.

"Alright, how do you suppose we find out who he is without pulling his memories?" Merlin asked as he crossed his arms across his broad chest.

"I think that is the best way." She shrugged stubbornly.

"If I may make a simple suggestion," The Apprentice said gingerly, "we could use a simple truth potion."

Merlin looked at the Apprentice. "All magic comes with a price - we don't use it frivolously. I think we simply ask him what we need to know."

The Apprentice nodded and turned his attention to the Fairy who quickly showed her distrust. "What makes you think he will be truthful? Everyone lies." To say the fairy was mistrustful was an understatement. She hadn't left Haven Isles in centuries.

"Blue, I think it's time we wake our guest. We've been on odds about this for far too long. I know you don't trust him, but we need information. Because we cannot find an accord, he has been asleep for too long. You forget we were once from different realms." Merlin raised his hands in frustration, pleading, "None of us are indigenous of the land, the land itself was created. We have never welcomed anyone since then. There have been times when we could have, but your mistrust prevented us. For goodness sake, we don't have generations of families because you think it's best to keep only the young and strong." He paced the room while his Apprentice sat in silence.

Blue became furious and continued to voice her protest. "Merlin you know humans are fickle. They can turn on us at any minute. Just dangle wealth and power in their faces and they wouldn't hesitate to betray us. So yes, our people don't grow old here and retire, they serve their purpose to protect the realms and once their time is up, they gladly fade into dust." Blue stormed out of the room leaving Merlin and his Apprentice behind.

The Apprentice asked his mentor, “Sir, are you ever going to mention the prophecy to her?”

Merlin quirked a single brow, “how do you think she will handle it? She is set in her ways.” He stood up suddenly.

“Sir, is there something wrong?” the bearded man asked his mentor.

Merlin smiled at the other man. “She’s coming, our savior.”

At the infirmary, in a room not far from a slumbering man, a scream was heard throughout the Isles, and a cry echoed soon after.

The midwife announced happily, "It's a beautiful baby girl." The baby girl was handed to her father. David looked at his beloved wife, "what should we name our princess?" Snow smiled at her husband, "Emma." He held his precious child lovingly, unbeknownst of what her fate will offer. As the new parents held the product of their love and gazed into each other's eyes. Bright green eyes flickered into an icy light blue for a second that went unseen by the people in the room.

The months became years, and though the time passed slowly, Emma was growing so fast, her parents couldn't seem to keep up with her. She was very smart and inquisitive. always keeping her parents on her toes.

One day, Emma was exploring the Infirmary while her parents talked with Miss. Blue. Emma stopped in front of a room that always remained closed. She slowly grabbed the door knob and opened it, quietly entering the room. She approached the bed and saw a bearded man asleep. Emma peered closely at him. He seemed nice, but she felt a sense of recognition. Her nose scrunched up; she had never seen him before, but the familiarity was there. She felt safe. After that day, she would sneak in and read to him. She would talk about her day and her schooling, and eventually, she shared her dreams with him.

The soft bed was shaped to the small body resting on it. With a startled scream, the young golden-haired girl woke up, breathing heavily. Her teary, green eyes circled frantically around the room, her little body covered in a sheen of sweat.

The door opened and an older dark-haired woman entered and ran to her bed, scooping the girl into her arms and soothing away her tears. "Emma honey, what is wrong?"

"Mama it was a nightmare. I was so scared," the girl responded.

"What was it about?"

"Mama, are all monsters bad?"

"Well, I've never met one that wasn't, why do you ask?"

"Mama, you have to promise to not tell papa."

"Emma, I pinky swear."

The young girl should have known better; her mother was not known for her secret-keeping talents.

Snow was worried about her young daughter. Why would she be dreaming of monsters? Yes, she would grow up to be a Hunter, it was in her blood, but Snow couldn't remember having nightmares as a child, or anyone else mentioning they had one. Her little Emma was fearless, she would jump from the highest cliff on the Island without a second thought, yet somehow she was dreaming of monsters? Emma should not have to deal with them until she became a full hunter, with training, not as a small child.

Emma failed to tell her mother that her fear was not caused by the monster, but by the ones trying to hurt him. She felt her heart constrict each time his life was threatened. By all accounts, she knew it made no sense, she knew her future would be to follow in her mother's footsteps and her grandparents’. Why would she have any concern for a monster's survival? That thought scared her. Was there something wrong with her?

Snow asked Blue about the dreams, if she had an idea on why or what they could possibly mean, but the fairy simply said she would need to speak with Merlin about it and never spoke of it again. Snow wanted to bring up the subject again, but Emma lied by telling her mother the dreams had stopped.

The lie had been to appease her mother; Emma knew Snow was worried. The dreams continued, they came sporadically or she denied them until they became dormant and she was simply able to block them. As she got older, she stopped thinking of them, so they disappeared into the back of her mind.

Emma Nolan blossomed into a beautiful young lady and she was the closest thing to royalty in Haven Isles. Her mother was a hunter who specialized in the bow. Her father was a shepherd full of courage. It was uncommon for a farmer to be paired with a hunter, but stranger things have happened.

Her maternal grandparents were both hunters, both skilled and powerful. The Nolan's were more kind; they tended to the animals which helped sustain the Island.

Emma easily picked up sword fighting, she became skilled like her mother with the bow, and was also an admirable hand-to-hand combat warrior, thanks to Mulan's training. . Emma was not only fearless and brave, but headstrong and rebellious - a combination that worried her parents.

Strangely, she had bonded with the outsider over the years of sharing stories with him and her dreams. He was her friend, the only one who didn't judge her - how could he if he was still lost in his dreams? She would read to him about her favorite hunter, Alice Burkhart. She admired her, although no one ever mentioned her name. Her hunts were legendary. Emma wanted to be just like her. She had found out about her in the Archives while reading about her grandmother, Evangeline.

Her grandparents had chosen to leave the Isle and continue protecting the realms, but they would never return. Their birthmarks disappearing along with their connection to the Isle as they normally did, but there was one time when the Isle refused to give up a connection. Alice Burkhart Jones and now it was passed on to her sons.

#Captain Swan #CS Crew #CS Mafia #cssns18 #cs ff au #kmomof4

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rowan-catsandcoffee · 6 years ago

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feeling a little angsty, can you write about a scenario where mc has been kidnapped by rika and her followers. she tortures mc (beaten, force to drink the elixer) because she sees mc as a threat and everyone in the rfa loves her especially jumin. She thought jumin only have eyes on her. How would jumin react to this? Will he be traumatised because of almost losing mc and seeing her beat up condition? I really love to see a desperate jumin. If you're not comfortable please ignore this request

Sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it! (Feedback is appreciated)

Word count: 2680

Trigger Warning: Torture, choking, injuries, Minty Eye spoilers, true name spoilers

Everything was going according Jumin’s plan. Jaehee even had to place an order for more evidence and resources to be made for the press to use. His father had sent him a simple text apologizing and that they would talk about this later. Everything was perfect, except he was about to start pushing people out of his way to get to V. He needed to know: where was she? Despite the RFA members congratulating him successfully dealing with Sarah, her sister, and all the lies, and the reports that the benefit was still making money for the charities, everything was hallow, and quiet compared to the panic that threatened to swallow him whole.

MC had promised she would be there, she had promised she would wear the dress Jumin sent with her. V had promised she would be safe. If she was safe then why hadn’t she returned to him? Jumin kept his face composed so no one knew how much he struggled to breathe or how tight his throat was getting. Where was she?

MC trembled and shivered in the corner of the cell. She wasn’t sure if a day or two had passed or more. Her stomach turned in on itself, gurgling with hunger. It was a more enjoyable sensation than acknowledging what had happened to her leg which caused her to whimper each time she tried to move it. Enough time must have passed that she knew she had missed the party, she thought about how Jumin would be worrying, she thought about how V apologized and how everyone told her she would be safe there in that old apartment. The address had been kept secret after all.

So who was the woman who had been waiting there for her, and how had she known MC’s name? The woman had a sweet expression on her face when MC entered the apartment. Her green eyes were bright and joyful, and her long blonde hair bounced as the woman nearly skipped around the place as if she owned it. “MC! I was getting so worried about you, are you alright? How was it at Jumin’s?”

“Oh, uh,” MC had taken a step towards the door, but it swung shut behind her revealing a pink haired man standing behind it. He relaxed against the door, his eyes and smile wide, but in a way that had MC’s knees shaking. “Jumin… was good?” How much could she say? Were these two with Sarah?

“Oh? Just good? You two didn’t get up to anything did you? No kisses, nothing like that?”

“What? N-no.” She fumbled.

“Oh dear, seems we have a liar~” The woman spoke to the man in a sing song tone. “I think it’s time to take her with us.”

“To paradise.” The man purred from behind MC.

The blonde woman’s eyes went cold snapping her attention to him. “NO.”

The tension in the room had made MC scared to even take in a breath, confused what they meant. Did the guy plan on killing her? Paradise? What was-

“Not to paradise, she needs to be… cleansed first.”

“Of course.” MC’s arms were yanked back as he grabbed her. “I can take care of it.”

“This is a special case, I will oversee it.” MC’s arms strained back as he had tightened his grip. The woman approached and seemed to be carrying a bottle of some sort of blue liquid. “Drink.” MC had pressed her lips together her mind racing through all the possibilities it could be. The woman muttered something under her breath as she squeezed MC’s jaw till her mouth opened enough for her to shove the opening of the bottle in, pushing it in as if she wanted to shove the entire bottle itself down MC’s throat instead of just the liquid. “Drink!” The liquid burned as it welled up in her mouth, she pinched MC’s nose. Forcing her to drink the liquid or suffocate.

It burned and her vision started to swim almost instantly. Her body tightened as the burning spread through her causing her to wrench in agony. It had felt like the potion, or whatever it was, had seeped through her veins and was slicing her open from the inside. Her throat tightened around the screams she had tried to cry out. She wasn’t sure if they moved her while she was still awake, every inch of her hurt and even the brush of her clothes made it worse, or if she had blacked out before they moved her.

It wouldn’t be the only time the bottle is shoved down her throat. When she woke up she found herself in the strange cell drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her, and her lips were starting to crack from dehydration. A strange man in a robe offered her another blue bottle as her ‘breakfast’ to ‘help what ailed her’, and when she declined the woman appeared again. Taking the bottle from the guy as he offered it to her, calling her ‘Savior’.

“I’m sure you may prefer strawberry pancakes at this point, but this is for your own good.” MC had even less energy to fight back as it was forced between her lips. As the wet hit the back of her dry mouth she had swallowed by reflex. It didn’t burn as much this time, however it meant she stayed awake as she twisted on the floor, unable to make it stop hurting, she clawed at into her shoulders as she tried to wrap her arms around herself. Anything to make the pain subside. This time she could scream.

For a while the ‘Savior’ stood there watching, then suddenly she charged in demanding her to stop. “Stop it!” ‘Savior’s nails dug into MC’s cheeks as she forced MC to look at her. “You stop screaming or I’ll teach you real pain.”

MC didn’t stop screaming, she also wasn’t sure what the woman had hit her leg with.

The RFA was mobilized, seeking any and all information they could for MC’s whereabouts. Luciel was the one who brought Jumin to the apartment’s location. There were some strange stains near the entryway, but otherwise it was just as MC had left it before coming to visit him. “Where is she?” Jumin mumbled to himself again as he had been for the past few days. Luciel glared at the cameras that he had been watching from. But the footage of that night showed them nothing. It had been erased while they were busy dealing with everything else, while Luciel was trying to get ahold of V.

Luciel didn’t stir as Jumin punched the wall leaving an indent. His knuckles were scrapped when he retracted his fist, but neither of them cared as they tried to think of any other path that they could take to finding her.

The wound on the leg had turned a sickly color and MC kept tugging down the short dress she had been changed into at some point, trying to cover the sight of it. From the corridor of stairs she heard a strange rustling noise. From the stairs descended what seemed to be an angel for a moment, before MC realized it was only an angel of suffering.

‘Savior’ twirled around in the blue dress that MC was supposed to wear to the party. The one Jumin picked out for her. “It is really a gorgeous dress. Jumin has such good taste don’t you think?” She spun to show off how the fabric rippled. “Ah… to think this could’ve been mine. Course, it wouldn’t have been the first thing you took from me is it?”

“Wha…” MC tried to focus on her, tried to get the question out but instead she started shaking more, it was nearly impossible to warm up. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she kept sweating, but it was so cold.

“You took everyone. Who do you think you are? You’re not me. You’ll never be me. That party? It was only a success because of Jumin, don’t think you’re special. You hardly got us anything to work with. Do you know how useless you are and how much work we had to do because of you.” MC’s cage opened easily, she wasn’t entirely sure they locked it anymore. She pulled herself tighter into the corner as ‘Savior’ stalked over. “You can’t replace me, and all you do is cause me problems!” She lifted her skirt and a shiny black shoe was aimed towards MC’s head.

Jumin’s phone lit up with Zen’s face. Jumin held his breath, not saying anything as he answered.

“She’s in the mountains.” Zen was gasping, his voice seemingly slurred from unused. He had been taking sleeping pills in hopes of staying asleep, hoping he would dream something again that they could use.

“Pathetic.” The word was sneered at her, but she had very little energy to open her eyes to see who said it. But she wasn’t aware of how much her head hurt, she couldn’t breathe through her nose, which left her gasping and crying as a sharp pain in her side hurt with every inhale.

“Why did you have to go to him. You were supposed to be my Princess, waiting in a tower, and I’d rescue you.” Was that the same voice as before? It was harsh and quiet. “You were never meant to be his, HE was never meant to love you. It’s disgusting that you seem to he was your fairytale happily ever after~” The person giggled, “here’s your happily ever after. No Prince is going to save you.”

The person tipped MC’s head, she cried in pain, tears trying to streak down her cheeks but seemed to get caught in something matted and dried on her face. “Shh, shh,” the person cooed, “it’s alright, it’ll be over soon.” They held a bottle to her lips, MC could creak one eye open, the other one still refused, and she could see a bottle that was nearly glowing in the dark of her cell. The liquid was thick and seemed to coat her throat as it flowed freely, she tried to sputter and turn her head, weakly shaking ‘no’. “Now now… drink every last drop. That’s a good girl~”

MC felt like she was still trying to swallow it long after the bottle had been pulled away. The person gently set her head down, and muttered to themselves, “if I can’t have them, no one can- hehehe.” They dissolve into a giggle fit as a lot of banging was heard above. MC kept swallowing, she urgently needed to breathe, but she couldn’t clear her throat! The person took off running down the row of cells.

There was a thunder of noise echoing around MC as the tears kept flowing, stinging her face in the same way the liquid did going down.

“MC?” A voice cut through the din of excited shouts. MC wanted to scream as her body was moved, instead she sputtered, and felt something warm oozing from her mouth. “MC!”

It was a sight Jumin never ever wanted to see again. The amount of blood, vomit, and the strange chemical that had also seemed to dye MC’s tears a sickly green had made Jumin want to rip every brick of that building down brick by brick. He had hit the first person who tried to take MC away from him. The blood and strange fluorescent liquid seeped from her mouth and a little through her broken nose.

She would be saved of course, he refused to let anyone think there was any other alternative. V did try to approach him, tried to apologize. Jumin turned his back on his friend choosing instead watch the ambulance as it raced meet the helicopter that would take her to the nearest hospital. He needed to get in his car to follow them but- “You promised she would be okay.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that she would do this.”

“Who?!” Now Jumin spun on him, clutching the front of V’s shirt, he was shaking, and suddenly all he wanted to see was V’s glasses smashed into his blind face.

“I… was going to tell you before, but Rika is…” He looked back towards the building and at Luciel who stood not too far away from them. His face a blank expression himself, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched the two of them.

Jumin growled, “You better find her. Don’t even think of talking to me until you can bring whomever is responsible to me.” He pushed V down and turned to hurry to the car.

“Jumin!”

“Don’t!” As he started to peel out of the driveway to catch up he could see Luciel standing over V.

It was a long road to recovery. MC never left the penthouse. Neither she nor Jumin wanted that. Jumin did most of his work from home, video conferencing if he had to make an appearance. There were only a few people allowed into the penthouse: Jaehee, the maid, the head of security, and MC’s new doctor.

Jumin took a crash course in how to take care of MC which he learned quickly and performed to perfection. Which was good as this wasn’t the first doctor MC had. The very first one had agreed to an out of court settlement for the assault he faced at Jumin’s hands.

The doctor had only wanted to set up a drip to help MC’s hydration that suffered as they tried to flush the drug from her. But the moment MC whimpered as the needle touched her, Jumin only saw red. It was a good thing Jaehee had been dropping off files for him, or he would’ve killed him.

The cane he picked out for MC was beautiful, it had gold inlays that looked like little cat paw prints. She would most likely be walking with it for the rest of her life. While they could save the leg there had been enough damage that she struggled some days to completely lift it off the ground.

One morning Jumin was out in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her, trying to follow the recipe that Yoosung had shared in the chatroom. There was a thud in the next room, and Jumin dropped the bowl, shattering it and sending egg flying everywhere. Running to the room Jumin found MC laying on the floor looking up at him with a lopsided sheepish grin. Her nose had a tiny bump in it, but that was all that was left as evidence after the surgery. But the bruises took longer to heal, and the scars were still faint from the gashes that she sustained during some kind of beating. His heart was beating to hard he swore he could hear it thundering in his ears.

“MC!” He hurried to scoop her into his arms, “are you alright? Can you breathe? Does it hurt anywhere?” He searched her, remembering how they had to be careful of the ribs that had been fractured.

“No, I just- I had left my cane over there last night and my foot is giving me some trouble today.” She tried to laughed, but Jumin noticed and quickly kissed away the tears that started in the corners of her eyes.

“Shh-” MC went stiff as he tried to calm her, “sorry, hey, hey… it’s okay. It’s me.” Jumin carried her out of the room and into the kitchen where he gently set her on a stool. He knelt before her. “MC. I swear to you, I will never let anyone hurt you again. I would die before I let danger befall you. You have my word. I love you, and the thought of-” He pressed his forehead to her knees. The words choked him. She leaned forward and gently started running her fingers through his hair, it helped him relax, but instead of words sobs escaped his lips. He would burn the whole world done to get the person who did this to her.

#mystic messenger #request #anon #tw: tortue #tw: abuse #tw: injuries #tw: adbuction #Jumin Hun

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swanqueeneverafter · 6 years ago

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54. I’ll Be Your Mirror, Pt.1

Storybrooke. Night. The Wishing Well. (Shirin walks in the woods alone and arrives at the wishing well.) Shirin: “You can come out now.” (Shirin turns and sees the Oracle approaching.) Oracle: “Where have you been?” Shirin: “I had to wait until dark to make sure it was safe.” Oracle: “Then they still don't know who you really are?” Shirin: “They have no idea. And what of your mission? Have you found any evidence he's here?” Oracle: (Shaking her head:) “No. But I know he is. I've foreseen it.” Shirin: “I did not come this far and sacrifice so much only to give up on finding Aladdin.” Oracle: “I know, and I won't leave your side until we do. I promise you, we will find him, Jasmine.” Capital of Agrabah. Marketplace. Many Years Ago. (Manacled prisoners are lined up to kneel in the marketplace as Jafar speaks to the people of Agrabah.) Jafar: “The Sultan does not tolerate thieves in Agrabah. (As Jafar speaks, Aladdin takes advantage of the distraction and pick pockets several people in the crowd:) And more importantly, neither do I. Our city has become overrun. (Addressing the prisoners:) You vermin are nothing more than street rats. (Using his staff, Jafar turns the prisoners into rats:) Now as you should be.” (Upon seeing this, Aladdin decides to leave, taking his spoils with him. Turning a corner, he kneels and begins to inspect his ill-gotten gains.) Jasmine: (Approaching from behind:) “So, are you as bold as they say?” Aladdin: (Quickly putting his trinkets back inside his bag:) “Bold? Oh, uh, no. Just, um... late for work at the, uh, bakery. Look at the time. Got to get that yeast rising, you know?” Jasmine: (Blocks his path as he attempts to leave:) “You're not a baker.” Aladdin: “Well, the truth about that is...” Jasmine: “And you're a terrible liar. Relax. I'm not here to report you. I'm here to hire you, Aladdin.” Aladdin: “Well, I'm at a disadvantage. Who are you? (Jasmine lowers her hood and reveals herself:) You're the Princess. Jasmine. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at, like, a palace or something?” Jasmine: “I don't care for the palace, thank you very much. Not since Jafar became my father, the Sultan's, advisor. He's a despot. He's taking advantage of my father's kind heart and destroying Agrabah from the inside, starving citizens and delivering brutal justice when they're just trying to grab a crust of bread for their families. That's why I've come to you.” Aladdin: “You want me to steal bread?” Jasmine: “No. I want you to help me defeat Jafar.” Aladdin: “Defeat Jafar? Did you miss what he just did? He turned people into rats. He has magic.” Jasmine: “Please. (Aladdin scoffs:) Only you can do this. I need your help, Aladdin. Agrabah needs your help.” Aladdin: “Sorry, Princess. The only person I help is me.” Jasmine: (As he starts to leave:) “Look in your pocket.” Aladdin: “What?” Jasmine: “Look! (Aladdin feels around in his pocket and pulls out something:) The Golden Scarab of Agrabah. One of the great royal treasures.” Aladdin: “Take it back. I don't care how much you're paying me.” Jasmine: “Oh, you don't understand. It's not payment. (Calling out theatrically:) Oh, no! It's missing! The royal scarab!” Aladdin: “Shh! Okay!” Jasmine: “Thief!” Aladdin: “Okay, shh! Okay, I'll do it. I'll do it. (Jasmine smiles and quietens. Sighs:) So, what are we stealing?” Jasmine: “Nothing much. Just the most powerful magic in all the realm. A weapon known as the Diamond in the Rough.” Aladdin: “Great.”

Storybrooke. Present. Woods. (Emma is following the red bird while it flies through the woods as Archie follows her.) Archie: “Emma, I really don't think chasing a bird is an effective form of therapy.” Emma: “Last time, he took me to the Oracle. He'll do it again. She knows what's going on with my visions.” Archie: “She says she knows, but I can actually help you.” Emma: “This is not dream interpretation.” Archie: “Emma, this is the opposite of how therapy's supposed to work. I mean, we're... we're making progress.” Emma: “Well, I don't see it. My hands are still shaking and the visions are still haunting me despite all the hours on the couch. So no more talking. Today we do something. (Turns and spots the Oracle sitting on a fallen tree:) Whoa. (They approach:) Hello? Hey.” (Emma gently nudges the Oracle who falls to the ground, dead.) Archie: (Moving quickly to the Oracle’s side:) “Oh, no. Is she...” Emma: “I think so.” Archie: (As a branch snaps:) “Who would do this?” Emma: “Shh. (Turns and sees someone running from the scene:) Stop! Hey! (The figure falls to the ground, stumbling:) Hey, stop! Stop!” (Emma catches up and rolls them over, revealing a very guilty looking Shirin.)

Storybrooke Sheriff’s Station. A Short Time Later. (Shirin sits alone in the interrogation room as Emma, David and Snow watch her via the two way mirror.) Snow White: (Sighs:) “I guess Shirin was after more than just a fulfilling career in education.” Emma: “If that's even her real name. (To David:) Let's go find out.” Interrogation Room. (Emma and David enter the room.) Emma: (Taking a seat opposite:) “So, let's talk. Who are you really, Shirin? What are you doing here? Let us help you. Tell us who you are.” Shirin: “I... I can't tell you. I've had to keep my true self secret for many years. In the Land of Untold Stories, Hyde... he could use this against me.” David: “Hyde's dead.” Shirin: “Really?” Emma: “Yeah, he's gone. You don't have to be afraid of him.” Shirin: “I'm Princess Jasmine of Agrabah. And I swear to you I am innocent of this crime.” Emma: “I believe you.” Jasmine: “Really?” Emma: “I have, kind of, a superpower.” David: (Taking a seat beside Emma:) “At least she thinks she does. (Emma and David share a wry smile. To Jasmine:) So if it wasn't you, who was it?” Jasmine: “I have no idea. That girl, she was my friend. She was helping me find a man who I cared about a long, long time ago.” Emma: “Aladdin?” Jasmine: “You know him?” Emma: “No, I just saw the movie. It's a this world thing. But where is he?” Jasmine: “I wish I knew. He was quite special. He was the Savior.” David: “What?” Emma: (Sitting forward:) “What?” Dr. Hopper’s Office. (Archie arrives at his office to find the Evil Queen sat waiting for him.) Evil Queen: (Sighs:) “It's about time the doctor's in.” Archie: “What do you want?” Evil Queen: “I want to talk about Emma Swan.” Archie: “You know that I cannot talk about my patients.” Evil Queen: (Getting to her feet:) “Oh, I think you'll make an exception for me. Now, Mr. Hyde, before his untimely demise, told me the Oracle gave Emma visions of her future, and she wasn't willing to tell me about them, so...” Archie: “It was you. You killed her.” Evil Queen: “Well, if that surprises you, you're not much with reading people. Probably not good for a therapist. But since the Oracle is gone, I need information, and you, Cricket, are my only source. (Archie runs for the door, but the Evil Queen closes it:) Don't you remember what a great team we made? Let's do it one more time for old time's sake.” Archie: “No.” Evil Queen: “Well, I always knew you had a conscience. Tell me, are you developing a spine to go with it? No matter. (The Queen transforms herself into the spitting image of Dr. Hopper:) If you won't tell me about Emma's visions, then I'll just ask her myself.”

Zelena’s Farmhouse. (Zelena puts baby Robin down for a nap.) Zelena: “Nap time. Here you go. Shh, shh, shh. (Turns and sees Archie bound and gagged in her kitchen:) What the...? (Archie’s words are muffled. Sighs:) Sister. (Walking over to him:) As if I don't have anything better to do with my time than watch her victims.” Archie: (As Zelena lowers his gag:) “Let me go, please.” Zelena: “Alas. As twisted as my evil sibling is, she usually has her reasons.” Archie: “You don't have to listen to her. Y-You can do whatever you feel is right for you. You don't have to be in... in anyone's shadow.” Zelena: (Chuckles:) “Are you psychoanalyzing me? (Replaces the gag:) You are psychoanalyzing me. I've got enough to do. I don't need another baby to watch.” Dr. Hopper’s Office. Exterior. Main Street. (The Evil Queen, still masquerading as Archie, steps out of the office and spots Emma beside her car.) Archie/Evil Queen: (Clears throat:) “Emma, we need to talk.” Emma: “I don't remember scheduling another session. Did we schedule another session?” Archie/Evil Queen: “No, no, no, no. But I-I just was thinking about your situation, and, uh, I just couldn't let go of it, and I-I just think we've got more to explore with that vision.” Emma: “I don't think we need to. Things have changed.” Archie/Evil Queen: “They... they have?” Emma: “Yeah, there's another Savior... one that came before me, and, Archie, he's alive.” Archie/Evil Queen: (As Emma enters her car:) “Wait, a... another Savior?” Emma: (Putting on her seat belt:) “Yeah. Aladdin. You know, like ‘A Whole New World’ and magic carpets. Aladdin. He made it. He's okay, which means if he is, then maybe the vision doesn't matter. Maybe it's wrong. Maybe all Saviors don't die, and then it's okay that I can tell my family because there's nothing to tell. See ya.” (She drives away.) Agrabah. Past. (Aladdin and Jasmine walk through the desert.) Aladdin: “So, this Diamond in the Rough, it's a jewel, a weapon?” Jasmine: “You'll learn all you need to once we reach the Cave of Wonders.” Aladdin: “Cave of Wonders?” Jasmine: “The stories say that's where it will be discovered.” Aladdin: “Stories? This... this journey's based on stories?” Jasmine: “I was a bored princess in a palace full of books. I did some reading.” Aladdin: “This, um, Cave of Wonders. It's ‘wonders,’ plural. 'Cause as silly as the name sounds, wonders can be profitable.” Jasmine: “This is not a scavenger hunt.” Aladdin: “That's exactly what it is, actually.” Jasmine: “What it is, is serious. Please stop thinking of only yourself.” Aladdin: “Your Highness is rather judgey.” Jasmine: “Hey, I could be back at my palace comfortable, even with Jafar. I'm out here trying to make a change, to better the world.” Aladdin: “You do realize it's been suffering for a long time?” Jasmine: “What?” Aladdin: “You can't blame it all on Jafar. (Laughs:) See, being stuck inside those palace walls surrounded by books, you don't see it. Hmm.” Jasmine: “See what?” Aladdin: “The capital's been suffering for a long time. Only when your family was personally affected did you decide to get heroic.” Jasmine: “Well, better late then never.” Aladdin: “Yeah. Neither of us is exactly hero material. Let's be honest. I might be a selfish street rat, but you, you're a selfish princess.” Jasmine: “At least I'm doing something now. What are you doing? Just complaining.” Aladdin: “Yeah, right. (Takes a bite of an apple:) Selfish street rat. Hmm. (Pulls another from his pocket:) Stole this from a street vendor. Want it?” Jasmine: (Smiles, taking it:) “Thank you.” (They walk on further into the desert before arriving at their destination.) Aladdin: “I'm guessing that's it. Not just a tiger-shaped outhouse?” Jasmine: “Indeed. The Cave of Wonders.” Aladdin: “Well then. (Sighs, they walk closer:) Careful, Princess. Okay. Now what?” Jasmine: “I thought you were a thief. How hard can a little breaking and entering be?” Aladdin: “Okay. (Clicks tongue, snaps fingers:) Got it.” Jasmine: “You do?” Aladdin: “Mm. Let's take a page from your stories. Ever read ‘Ali Baba’? You ready? Open sesame! Hmm. So much for stories. (The doors rumble and begin to open:) After you, Princess.”

Storybrooke. Present. Blanchard Apartment. (Emma enters to find her parents, Henry and Jasmine not looking pleased.) Emma: “What's wrong?” David: “We just hit a dead end trying to find Aladdin.” Snow White: “We tried a locator spell. It didn't work. Nothing belonged to him. Everything he had, he stole.” Emma: “And we're giving up?” David: “We're not giving up exactly, but it doesn't look good.” Jasmine: “So, we may not find Aladdin.” Archie/Evil Queen: (Entering the apartment:) “Which means you're running out of excuses, Emma.” Emma: “Did you follow me here?” Archie/Evil Queen: “Yes. I mean, look. I couldn't leave knowing that you were gonna continue to lie to yourself and to your family.” Snow White: “What is going on?” Archie/Evil Queen: “Emma has a secret.” Emma: “Archie.” Snow White: “No. Continue.” Emma: “Mom.” Snow White: “Emma, if he thinks it can help... Archie's always been on your side.” Henry: “Mom, please.” Emma: “I've... (Sighs:) You know about the visions I’ve been having. Well apparently they’re not just visions, they’re real.” Henry: “But in those visions...” Emma: (Nods:) “I die. According to Hyde, all Saviors die. Aladdin was also a Savior, so I thought if I found him, if I found him alive... that he could help me avoid my fate.”

(The Evil Queen leaves the apartment, returning to her true form. She stops momentarily on the stairs, smiling as she hears the turmoil she’s caused.) Henry: “So you lied to us?” Snow White: “Do you not trust us?” David: “We're your family. And you don't keep secrets from your family.” Henry: “Who kills you?” Blanchard Apartment. A Short Time Later. (Regina has arrived and questions Emma’s vision.) Regina: “So, I'm not there?” Emma: “I told you. The figure in the hood kills me while I protect everyone, but no, you're not there.” Regina: “Well no, you didn’t tell me that part. Where do you think I am? Dead? (Realising:) Or am I the figure under the hood?” Emma: “Now, Regina, don't be angry. Where are you going?” Regina: “I'm gonna find another way to track down Aladdin. If I can't be of help in the future, I sure as hell better do my part now.” Emma: “Regina.” Regina: “I’m fine. (Sighs:) Just give me an hour. Meet me at my vault. I've got this.” (Regina leaves and Jasmine steps forward.) Jasmine: “Is it true?” Emma: “What?” Jasmine: “Is Aladdin dead?” Emma: “I don't know.”

Agrabah. Past. Cave Of Wonders. (Aladdin and Jasmine have entered the Cave of Wonders. They smile as they take in the many treasures before them.) Jasmine: (Gasps:) “Look! Oh!” (A huge diamond lays balanced on the tip of a sword.) Aladdin: “You want a diamond foot stool, Princess? (As Jasmine reaches for it, Aladdin stops her:) Whoop. No. Booby trapped. You lift it here, and... Boom. Yeah. Can't put weight here. It's too narrow. Oh, um... help me find something that has a, um... (Spots a golden monkey statue:) That'll do. Okay.” (Deftly, Aladdin manages to replace the diamond’s weight with the statue.) Jasmine: (Impressed:) “Ah. (Chuckles:) Clever.” Aladdin: “Well, my lady. I present the Diamond in the... (the diamond crumbles into ash and the cave itself starts rumbling:) Get down! (Aladdin covers Jasmine as the cave begins to collapse on them. Suddenly a bright light shoots from Aladdin’s hand, saving them from the falling debris:) What was that?” Jasmine: “Magic.” Aladdin: “Huh?” Jasmine: “You have magic.” Aladdin: “Did you know this would happen?” Jasmine: “Well, I didn't know the column would fall on us, but yes. I suspected something, and now you've proven it true.” Aladdin: “Proven what?” Jasmine: “That wasn't the Diamond in the Rough. You are. You're the weapon. You can challenge Jafar and defeat him. You're going to be the savior of Agrabah.” Storybrooke. Present. Blanchard Apartment. (Jasmine sits upon Henry’s old bed looking despondent when Henry climbs the steps to join her.) Henry: “Hey. So, uh, you can play the Xbox if you want. Or whatever helps.” Jasmine: “I'm sorry to intrude.” Henry: “Oh, no, it's... it's okay. (Sits beside her on the bed:) I know this is hard for you, too. Because of Aladdin. I'm sorry about that.” Jasmine: “The worst part is being the Savior is a death sentence. And back in a cave in Agrabah, I was the one who put him on the path.” Henry: “I did the same for my Mom. I brought her here to break a curse. She was just living her life.” Jasmine: “So was Aladdin.” Henry: “Maybe, uh... Maybe Hyde was wrong about Saviors dying.” Jasmine: “I hope so. For both of us.”

#sq #swan queen #swanqueen

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therumbellehappyendingaward-blog · 6 years ago

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Summary: Take a glimpse into Rumple and Belle’s everyday life, and fall in love with their story all over again.

Chapter 1 writer: @snake-hyena-bear-lion

PROMPT: KISS

AO3: HERE

Belle had the magazine laid out face down, fanned out like she would never lay a book. She’d been smiling furtively, stealing glances over the edge of the magazine at him, and with her now gone from the room he was overcome with an urge to discover what had caused her to smirk so. His clever fingers plucked the magazine from the table and flipped it over. It was one of those idiotic quizzes that he’d often heard the red-hooded wolf girl spouting on about. He was surprised his Belle would waste her time with such trash, but he supposed it was one of those things friends did to bond with one another.

His eyes skimmed the page - only to sate his curiosity - and caught on one particular line about halfway down.

Describe your favorite kiss.

Such an inane question. Oh, he’d experienced far more than his fair share of kisses in the centuries he’d been alive - every type encompassing every range of emotion - and if he closed his eyes he could recall the feeling of each one as easily as recalling his own name.

He remembered kisses as cold and lonely as the peak on which his castle stood, stilted and forced. His wife had never been particularly affectionate, and ever since he’d come back from the war with a broken ankle - his coward’s brand - she could barely look at him, much less kiss him. He’d only tried a couple of times after his return, but found his wife distant and unwilling.

He remembered kisses as hot and explosive as The Demon Fields of Iosas. It was like this with Cora. At the time he’d mistaken it for love, because he hadn’t known better. She’d shown him a shadow of what love could be, twisted it between them until it frayed and snapped. Her betrayal had cut him deep, but it was a wound that had healed over thicker. Like a blanket, the scar covered him head to toe so that no one could ever hurt him again. Love was a weakness he could not afford.

And then she had come. He had bargained for a caretaker and received something else entirely. She had carefully dismantled his walls, piece by piece, and rebuilt his soul. He hadn’t even realized it until she’d kissed him, until she’d freed his heart from the prison of his own making. But as always, the darkness within him couldn’t abide any enchantment that wasn’t its own, and there was no doubt that Belle had enchanted him. And so he had destroyed it, demolished any glimmer of hope and light and left only pain and rage. She had bore the brunt of it, and before he could awaken from his angry haze, she was gone.

For thirty years he lived without her, his grief at the news of her demise solidifying his truculence. Her light had been snuffed out, and with it any hope of his salvation. He’d spent most of that time blissfully unaware, though since the Savior’s arrival in Storybrooke he’d spent every moment alone with her memory. Sharp as it was, he could perfectly recall the way her mouth quirked when she playfully teased him - the only creature in all the realms brave enough to do so. He could remember the way her blue eyes lit up when she discovered something wondrous or the knowing way she would tilt her head just so when she delved deeper into his heart than he had believed her capable.

It had been torture that first day, oh so many months ago, when he’d met Emma and the fog of his curse memories had lifted. He’d managed to keep up his carefully crafted facade until he made it home, crumpling under the weight of three centuries of memories and guilt. He’d wept for her then, finally capable of expressing the full measure of his grief without the oppressive heaviness of the Dark One’s curse weighing on his soul.

And then, in a miracle he knew he would never deserve, she’d come back to him. Disheveled, confused, and hesitant...but still Belle. That first kiss in the woods was like being reborn. Her soft sigh against his lips had breathed life into him, and he had wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go.

There had been many kisses since then; kisses of affection, lust, desperation, relief and every emotion in between. Each one bestowed by his beauty felt like the first, and he couldn’t keep the smile from his lips as he thought about how freely she gave them. He could not possibly pick a favorite, he decided. Each one was special, each one a gift, and he had vowed to spend the rest of his life striving to be deserving of them.

Footsteps on the stairs startled him, and he tossed the magazine back onto the table. He hoped she hadn’t been paying attention when she’d left earlier, but he knew he’d not be that lucky. Belle’s memory was as sharp as his own, and he had no doubt she’d rib him about it soon.

“Someone wanted to say goodnight.”

He turned with a wide smile, taking in the sight of his wife coming down with their daughter on her hip. The girl had recently celebrated her first birthday, and every day he was amazed by the way things had turned out. That Belle had promised to spend her life with him was more than he’d ever dared to hope, but the day she’d told him about their miracle he had wept from the joy of it.

“Come here, princess,” he stood and reached for the infant, her dark hair combed from her bath and her body covered neck to toe in a soft pink onesie gifted from the Charmings. She cooed and reached for him, her fingers grasping lightly around his nose as he transferred her weight from Belle’s hip to his own. “All washed and ready for bed, hmm,” he hummed and kissed her head softly. “I love you, princess.”

Roslyn was all smiles, and he marveled once again at how perfect she was. He’d been afraid that the curse he still carried - though muted in this world - would affect her somehow, and Belle had put up with his frantic worry up to the moment of birth. But perfect she’d been, and perfect she remained. The only concession her genetics made to his darker heritage was the gold flecks in her warm brown eyes. She had likewise inherited his slender fingers and fine hair, though its color she got from her mother along with her smile.

Belle laid her hand on the baby’s back lightly. “Alright, Little Rose, say goodnight to Papa.”

Roslyn tapped his nose with her fingers again. “Papa!”

“That’s right, princess.” He kissed her again. “Papa loves you.”

“Give him a kiss.”

He presented his cheek dutifully, and his daughter leaned forward to press her mouth against it in a sloppy imitation of a kiss. He could feel the moisture she left there but didn’t wipe it away as Belle took their daughter from his arms. He watched them go, Roslyn babbling happily as Belle continued their goodnight ritual.

He sat back down, his heart both fuller and lighter for his part in it. His eyes fell to the magazine still lying precariously on the edge of the table. He fixed it quickly, turning it a bit so that it appeared to be in the exact place Belle had left it. As he did, he remembered the question that had first captured his attention and made his decision.

#group green #finish this #rumbelle

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terreisa · 7 years ago

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The Savior and The Scoundrel: Crash Into Me

Emma has had a few titles attributed to her in her life: princess, captain, pirate but none sat so heavily on her shoulders as Savior. When fate forces her to step into the role prophesied before her birth the only saving she wants to do is to bring back the man she loves. Fulfilling the Prophecy along the way is an additional reward. Sequel to A Crown and A Captain.

Prologue, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10

ff.net, AO3

“She’s a marvel, isn’t she lass?”

Emma flicked her gaze to Killian for only a moment before it was drawn back to everything around her. It was easier to let herself be awed by the speed at which the scenery whizzed by or the unnatural glow of the helm in front of them than to try and converse with the man beside her.

The car sounded like an animal, even from the inside, as it roared down the roadway. In all the questions they’d asked Regina about the vessels none of them had thought to ask what it was like to travel in one. Emma didn’t exactly understand what made it move but she could still sense that Killian handled it as well as he captained a ship. It also seemed he hadn’t allowed the loss of his hand to hinder him in any way. She didn’t dare observe him long enough to find out.

“Restored her myself,” Killian continued, a proud lilt to his voice. “Hard to find the parts for a ‘74 Firebird in the middle of nowhere Maine but the Jolly’s well worth it. That’s what I named her, Jolly, from-”

“It’s a pirate ship,” Emma blurted out, amused despite herself.

The Jolly Roger was a famed ship in their realm but had been sunk by the Dark One over two hundred years before. She looked over at Killian to see if there was any spark of recognition at all and found him beaming at her.

“Fan of Captain Hook are you?” He asked gleefully with an arch of his brow. His hook tapped the helm sharply, “I hope you weren’t fooled by the waxed mustache and permed buffoon of the Disney ilk, lass. The man Barrie described is a far more dashing rapscallion if I do say so myself.”

Emma hummed noncommittally as she once more looked out at the passing scenery. She didn’t know what a disney or a perm was and suspected that Barrie was some kind of writer but she didn’t want to expose her ignorance by commenting about it. The last thing she wanted was Killian thinking she was a simpleton.

“Now,” he said easily, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between them, “Should I ask you about your seeming vendetta against Mayor Viridans or where you’ve been this past week? How about that injured shoulder or how you found yourself in the company of the town pariah? Or we could start easier and you can tell me where you’re from.”

“I’m from nowhere special,” she said with a huff, trying to quell the panic his questions had stirred.

“Well, that could mean one of two things: either you’re from a small somewhere that even I couldn’t find on a map or it’s exactly as you say, nowhere,” he said thoughtfully, hook tapping a disjointed rhythm on the helm. “Caught up in the system were you? Would explain the ability to disappear and reappear as you do, your hesitance around me, might also explain some of your ire towards Viridans.”

“And you’ve figured me out so easily?” Emma grumbled, risking looking at him again.

“You’re something of an open book, lass,” he said with a careless shrug.

“Am I?” She asked, uneasily.

“Quite-” he flashed her a halfhearted grin. “You’ve got that look in your eye of someone that’s been left alone, orphaned. Abandoned. I know it well.”

“What about your brother?” Emma asked before she could stop herself.

Killian stiffened, his knuckles going white with the fierceness of his grip on the helm. She hadn’t intended to bring up the brother he had mentioned to Robin but she was intensely curious how that part of his life had been changed. It also served as a way to pull the focus away from herself for the time being.

“And here I thought I’d managed to avoid this conversation altogether,” he said with a forced laugh. The tapping of his hook became almost erratic, “It’s not an especially winsome tale, lass. I’d hate to scare you off.”

“You won’t,” Emma said quietly, aching to touch him and soothe away the pain she could both see and hear.

“My brother was a stubborn ass who got himself killed because he crossed the wrong people,” Killian growled. “We weren’t close and at each other’s throats more often than not but he was blood. I promised myself I’d bring his killers to justice one way or another.”

“Is that why you were upset with Archer?” Emma asked, remembering the animosity Killian had shown towards Robin.

“I have every right to be upset when the sheriff’s office is firmly in the pocket of the one who ordered my brother to be killed,” he spat out angrily, almost loud enough to drown out the roar of the car.

“What was his name?” She asked softly, taken aback by his rage but not afraid of it.

“Thomas, but everyone called him Tommy.”

Emma dug her nails into her thigh but kept any other physical reaction from showing. It was awful enough that Zelena had stripped everything from him but that she had further twisted his already painful memories of Thompson’s death was too much. She struggled to keep her breathing even, not wanting Killian to sense her distress and think that he was the cause.

“You may not have been close but I can tell that you loved him very much,” she murmured once she was certain her voice would remain steady.

“And it’s brought me nothing but misery,” Killian said gruffly. He brought them to a rough stop and pointed out past her shoulder, “Granny’s Diner as requested.”

Looking out to where he pointed Emma saw a somewhat tall stone building with tables out front hedged in by a small green fence. Through the large windows could see a few people sitting inside. As she watched two people walked out and she caught a glimpse of even more people sitting at a bar top. It looked similar to a tavern but much cleaner and without the rabble that was usually found in them. She turned back to Killian and was somewhat shocked to see that he wasn’t watching her as he had been every other moment he had been free to.

“Are you- are you not joining me?”

He barely spared her a glance, “I never said that I would.”

“Oh. Right.”

Emma could feel the heat of a blush at her assumption and the realization that she had stumbled upon a deep wound of his. It only grew hotter as she realized she had no idea how to escape from the car. She hesitantly reached toward one of the few metal attachments on the door when Killian’s arm reached across her and pulled at the one slightly above it. The door clicked open and she could feel the cool morning air seeping in.

“Thank you,” she said embarrassed, pushing the door open further.

“These older models are a bit tricky,” Killian said with an odd tone.

She looked back and saw that he was watching her again. He quickly turned forward, the corner of his mouth twitching towards a frown.

“I-” stopping short Emma shook her head and stepped out onto the walkway. She bent down to look back into the car, “I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Jones.”

“Quite,” he said succinctly, his gaze focused ahead of him.

With a sigh she shut the door, stepping back quickly when he sent the car shooting forward almost immediately. She watched him disappear around a corner with a squeal and silently berated herself for sticking her foot in her mouth, no matter how inadvertent it had been. Her only hope was that he would seek her out again, if only to get the answers the questions that she had so far avoided answering.

The sound of tinkling bell had her turning back to the building where a couple was laughing together as they left. Emma looked curiously at the impossibly bright, glowing signs proclaiming all manner of things but the one posted above the door clearly showed that despite Killian’s irritation at her he had brought her to the right place. Gathering up her courage she walked under the words ‘Granny’s Diner’ and stepped up to let herself into the establishment.

She stopped just inside the door to take in her new surroundings when she realized several things at once: the smells of several different foods wafting together was nearly overwhelming, it was far too warm without a hearth or stove in sight, and nearly every person she saw was someone she recognized. Two of the dwarves, Grumpy and Sleepy, were sitting at opposite ends of the bar, Little John was scowling over a bowl of porridge at a tiny two person table, her mother’s loyal knight Lancelot was sitting alone at a large table in the corner reading a book, and King Thomas and Princess Ella’s daughter Princess Charlotte was weaving between them all serving food and taking orders. Then, pushing out of a swinging door leading to the back, Emma saw Red and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out or simply launching herself into her arms.

Red was wearing the same clothing as Charlotte was, severely shortened red pants and a crisp white buttoned shirt, but with a dark burgundy knitted sweater worn open over it. Her lips were painted a red, not dissimilar to the pants she had on, her long brown hair was pulled back into a severe, twisted coil at the back of her head and there were red rimmed spectacles perched on her nose. Altogether it made her appear as though she was trying to look youthful but maturity had snuck upon her anyway.

“Are you staying or are you going girly? I ain’t paying the bill to heat up half of Main Street,” Red barked at her.

“Sorry,” Emma said meekly as she stepped fully into the room, aware that all eyes had turned to her.

“Sit wherever you like,” Charlotte said with a wave of her hand. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Just not near Leroy, he’s a big crank when he hasn’t had his third cup of coffee yet.”

“I heard that, sister,” Grumpy growled, not looking up from his plate of rashers.

“See?” Charlotte giggled. “Go on, I’ll bring you a menu.”

Emma walked in a daze to a table near the back. She eyed the fixed bench seats with apprehension before sitting on the side facing the door, not wanting to be caught by surprise by another familiar face. Charlotte approached with an overly large shiny pamphlet in her hands just as she was trying to figure out what the stiff cushion at her back was made of with her elbow.

“We serve the whole menu all day if you’re not feeling in a breakfast-y food kind of mood. We are out of the chicken fried steak until later so sorry ‘bout that,” Charlotte said as she placed the pamphlet in front of her. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Uh-” Emma looked down at the pamphlet quickly and saw only amazingly realistic drawings of bizarre looking food drawn across it. She balked and asked for something that nearly every tavern had for their morning patrons, “Tea?”

“Sure,” Charlotte said with a nod, “Iced or hot?”

“Er, hot?” she asked confused even further by the other option.

“Cool. I’ll be back with that in a jiff. Oh, my name’s Becca if you need anything!”

“Thank you,” Emma mumbled.

She surreptitiously glanced around the room and was relieved that no one was paying her any mind. There were a few other people that she didn’t recognize, her gaze sliding over them as though they weren’t there at all. As much as she tried not to she found herself watching Red as she moved to and fro behind the bar. Gone was the lupine grace Emma had always envied and instead she was limping slightly, as though she was favoring one leg over the other. Also missing was her ever present smile, replaced instead by a grim frown.

“Here ya’ go,” Charlotte said, blocking her view as she placed a mug of hot water, a small, open box of paper sachets and a saucer with two slices of lemon and a container of what looked to be honey in front of her. “Ready to order?”

Emma quickly looked down at the menu. She was perplexed by the various offerings: things called burgers, lasagna, omelettes and the pictures were of no help. Thinking back to what she’d seen Little John eating she was about to order a porridge for herself when someone slid onto the bench across from her. Looking up she couldn’t help but scowl at the fact that Killian had once again caught her unawares, this time with a grin on his face.

“Two grilled cheese, fries for me and onion rings for her. Didn’t order a drink for me lass?” Killian asked with a mock pout. He winked at her before turning to Charlotte, his grin back in place, “A coffee for me, darling, and I want it from the pot crotchety ol’ Lucas makes for herself, not the swill she serves the rest of us.”

“Um, okay,” Charlotte mumbled looking wide-eyed and pale.

“Hook, stop terrorizing my waitress,” Red growled out from behind the bar, glaring at him.

“Apologies, Lady Lucas,” Killian drawled.

He casually draped his arms across the back of his bench, clearly sensing there was no bite behind Red’s bark. Charlotte skittered away without another word. Emma was left seething and Killian’s cavalier grin just angered her more.

“I can order for myself,” she hissed, leaning towards him so her voice wouldn’t carry.

“Undoubtedly,” he remarked with a shrug. “But I wager you were going to order something other than onion rings and I already told you they’re the best in the state.”

“You scared off the wai-waitress,” Emma said, stumbling over the unfamiliar word but letting her annoyance push her through any embarrassment.

“The girl could use a dose of fear now and then. From what I understand she has a bit of a rebellious streak,” Killian whispered conspiratorially, dropping his arms to the table and leaning towards her. “I’d bet you had quite the rebellious streak yourself, lass.”

“You left,” she said instead of responding to his taunt.

“I-” Killian stopped short, his grin slipping off his face. He sat back and blew out a breath, “Poor form that when you’re such a babe in the woods.”

“Excuse me!” Emma snapped indignantly

“Don’t misunderstand me lass and just listen to what I have to say for the moment.”

Emma gave him a terse nod and sat back as well, keeping a wary eye on him. He seemed almost surprised she agreed so quickly as his eyes widened and he scratched at the back of his neck with his hook. With the movement she realized that he wasn’t wearing his coat and wondered if perhaps she should take off hers as well. Then she noticed that his right cuff was undone and his shirtsleeve was pushed back enough to show the dark markings of a tattoo, one that definitely hadn’t been there when he’d been taken from their realm. She was staring at it curiously when he cleared his throat.

“How about a proposal, lass?”

She tried not to blush at his turn of phrase, steadying herself before answering with narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“An answer for an answer,” he said easily, his hook fiddling with the opposite sleeve. He paused as Charlotte brought his coffee and then left them again, his eyes never leaving her, “You know I have questions for you and I’m sure you have some of your own. I propose that we ask our respective questions but for every answer not given the other is afforded the same courtesy. Sound fair?”

It sounded more than fair to her. She was being given the opportunity to not only find out about his cursed life but to finally find out where his allegiances lied. With her decision so quickly she set about making her tea to not seem so eager. What she didn’t count on was trying to figure out exactly how to make her tea with the sachets instead of the loose leaf or bricks of tea she was used to.

“Need help?” Killian asked, laughter in his voice.

“I’ve got it,” she muttered as she picked one of the sachets up and cautiously peeled the paper open to reveal another smaller fine net sachet inside that held her tea. She pulled the tea filled sachet out and dropped it in her still steaming mug, “I agree but on one condition.”

“And what’s that lass?”

She looked up at him and made sure to catch his gaze with her own, “If I think you’re lying we’re done. Even if you think it’s for my own good. Understand?”

“Completely. The same goes for you as well.”

At that moment Charlotte returned with their meals. She quickly set down the two plates of what looked like toasted, buttery breads with browned rings of some sort on hers and golden sticks on Killians. Emma poked dubiously at the rings.

“It’s food, you eat it,” Killian said in the same odd tone he’d used when he’d let her out of his car.

“Obviously,” she said with a roll of her eyes, picking up the bread instead. She was surprised to see melted cheese between the slices, “Do you want to ask first or should I?”

Killian contemplated her as she took her first bite. She had to stop herself from taking a second, larger one as the flavors rolled over her tongue. As it was she was already wondering if she could convince Grace to make it for supper later that night.

“Where are you from?”

Emma coughed, the question taking her off-guard as she was swallowing. With watering eyes she took a small sip of her tea and tried in vain to come up with a reasonable answer.

“Somewhere far from here,” she finally answered honestly if not completely truthful.

“Not quite a lie but I’ll let it slide, lass,” he tsked.

“How long have you lived here?” She shot back.

“Nigh on 15 years. Every time I planned my escape something kept me here like an anchor around my neck. How did you get here?”

“A ship,” she said with a grin, happy to give him a truthful answer. She took another bite of her bread and cheese and spoke around her mouthful, “And yes that’s where I’ve been staying.”

“Not fair, lass, now you’re a question up on me,” Killian said with an exaggerated frown, grabbing four of the sticks on his plate and eating them all at once.

“Should I go easy on you, then?”

Killian raised his brow before giving her a salacious grin, “I think you’ll find I prefer a challenge. Go on lass, ask what you’d really like to know.”

Emma didn’t want to risk upsetting or offending him by asking the wrong thing but her mind kept circling around to the same two questions. It was a matter between her heart or her head but she wanted to know about his wife and needed to know about his dealings with Zelena. She absentmindedly ate two of the rings on her plate as she contemplated what to ask before realizing it was a cooked onion that she was eating.

“This is the best? It’s onions!” She half whispered, not wanting Red to think she was criticizing the food.

“It’s an onion ring,” Killian said with an amused chuckle. Then his smile faded, “I have a question, lass, but I won’t go out of turn. Ask me yours.”

She dropped her eyes to her plate but quickly looked back up at him. She needed to see his eyes when she asked her question.

“Who ordered your brother to be killed?”

Killian flinched but his gaze didn’t waver, “The same woman I stopped you from attacking the last time we met. Mayor Viridans.”

“How are you planning on getting your revenge?” She asked cooly, even though she wanted nothing more than to jump up and crow that she had been right all along.

“By any means necessary,” he growled. Then, somehow, he focused even more intently on her, “My turn, where are you from and why are you after Viridans?”

Emma winced harder than Killian had and found she couldn’t keep eye contact with him as she answered only one of his questions, “She took someone from me and she has to pay.”

“Then it appears we’re bound together in this endeavor, lass,” Killian said solemnly. She looked up and found he was leaning towards her again, “If you’ll have me of course.”

“I-” she stopped short, swallowing thickly.

It was her chance to be near him, to help find himself again and she couldn’t believe she was hesitating. Then she saw the hopeful, warm look in his eyes and she remembered the other questions she’d had. The ones regarding his wife and their life together under the curse. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to let him down, even if it meant putting shackles on her heart.

“I don’t want attention drawn to me or what we’re doing,” Emma said fiercely in a low voice. “That woman has taken nearly everything from me and won’t be satisfied until she takes it all. Understand?”

“Perfectly,” Killian said with a nod, his eyes darting quickly around the room and then back to her. He opened his mouth, then closed it before seeming to argue with himself for a moment and then asked, “Why won’t you tell me where you’re from?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I did-” she gave him what she knew was a heartbroken smile and focused on eating more of her food.

He eventually followed suit and they ate in silence. Emma worried that she’d lost whatever ground she’d made with him as she sipped her tea sullenly. With no magic whatsoever in the town she knew any mention of portals, curses, and different realms would have him thinking she was mad and could not be trusted. She’d rather have him suspicious of her motives than not believing her at all.

“One day, lass, I’ll get you to trust me,” Killian said suddenly.

“You think I don’t trust you? I promise you that I trust you,” Emma said vehemently. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “There are things I can’t tell you now but I will, in time. I just need you to trust me.”

She startled as she felt the warmth of his hand wrap around hers. Opening her eyes she found him looking at her with a seriousness she had yet to see from him in his cursed life.

“I can’t explain it and I know we barely know each other but I do trust you. I think I have from the moment you threw yourself at me down at the docks-” he squeezed her hand and she found it suddenly hard to breathe. “You can have your secrets for now. I can be patient.”

“Thank you,” she breathed out unsteadily. Casting about for anything to ease the tightness in her throat she once again noticed the ink stained onto Killian’s arm. She flipped over his hand and tapped at his wrist, “What’s this?”

“A fairly recent acquisition,” he said with a gentle grin, as though sensing her need to change the subject. He pushed his sleeve up with his hook to reveal what looked like stars arranged into a constellation she didn’t recognize along his entire forearm, “Got it on a drunken whim not long after I lost my hand. Had no rhyme or reason for picking this constellation but I quite like it all the same.”

“What constellation is it?” She asked, barely able to keep herself from tracing the pattern the stars made.

“Cygnus-”

“The swan,” she said brokenly.

Emma felt her lower lip begin to tremble as tears gathered in her eyes. She hastily pulled her hand out of Killian’s grasp and clenched her hands in her lap, focusing on them as she tried to get ahold of herself. Even with his memories of her lost to the curse it was clear that some part of him still sought out a piece of her. It took everything in her to not spill their story to him right then and there.

“What have you done to upset the girl Hook?”

Emma looked up and found Red standing at their table, glaring at Killian. He was scowling right back but when he looked at her it was with concern in his eyes.

“He didn’t do anything,” Emma assured her. Her eyes flit over Red as she tried to take in any changes their year apart had brought, “I, uh, was just reminded of something. It had nothing to do with him.”

“I’d keep my distance from him if I were you,” Red warned, still glaring at Killian. “I can tell you’re new in town and probably haven’t heard that Hook here is the last person you should associate with.”

“Then I guess you haven’t heard that I’m here to help him find his brother’s murderer,” she snapped back, angry despite herself. Red had been the one pushing her towards Killian in the first place and to hear her speaking so vehemently against him was too much to bear, “So unless you have something to tell me about that I think you should keep your opinions to yourself.”

Red trained her glare on her, nostrils flaring. Emma glared right back. She had spent her entire life at the receiving end of that glare for one reason or another and no longer quailed beneath it. With a huff Red stalked away from their table leaving Emma smirking in her wake.

“I’m impressed!” Killian chuckled. Looking at him she saw him smiling widely at her in awe, “There are few in this town who would stand up to Ruby Lucas and even fewer who would do it while sitting in her diner eating her food. I’d wager you’re a bit of a rebel.”

“Pirate actually,” she mumbled under her breath all while grinning slightly at his praise.

“And seeing as how you’ve defended my honor the least I can do is offer to pay for your meal. Of course it might also go towards making up for ordering for you in the first place.”

Killian’s brows lifted in amusement as he downed the rest of his coffee. He produced a small, folding leather pouch from somewhere on his person and pulled out several green pieces of parchment, tossing them on the table. Emma was left wondering how anyone could pay for things with something that looked as though it could easily be forged with some paint and ink when she realized Killian had gotten up from their table and was pulling his coat back on. She stood as well, glancing around the room only to notice everyone turning quickly back to their meals or companions, acting as though they hadn’t been staring. Only Charlotte and Red continued to watch them from their places behind the bar.

“Don’t go minding them now, lass,” Killian whispered from behind her. “Between your run in with the altruistic Archer and putting the gossipy Lucas in her place the whole town will have a measure on you. Best keep up with appearances.”

Emma felt her stomach turn to lead. She had broken nearly every promise she’d made when she’d proposed returning to shore. There was almost no doubt that Zelena would not only hear about the commotion her and Regina had created at the docks but also the way she had back talked to Red when it seemed no one else had the gall to do so. Her only hope was that she and Regina would be back on the Jewel before Zelena started sweeping through the town looking for her.

She let Killian lead her out the door and out on to the walkway, ignoring the feeling of being watched. Trying not to give into paranoia she casually began walking in a direction she hoped lead away from the docks. There weren’t many people out but she eyed them warily nonetheless, not knowing who would talk to whom about her movements through the town. It was only a slight comfort to have Killian walking at her side.

“Why did she call you Hook?” Emma asked after a few moments.

“Ah, still going with the questions are we?” Killian said with a resigned smile. He brought his hook up, opening the pinchers twice before lowering it again, “A bit obvious that one.”

“No,” Emma chided, fixing him with a serious eye, “Why did she call you Hook?”

“I’m afraid that’s the answer you get for now, lass,” he answered, though not unkindly. “Consider it an equal for not telling me where you’re from.”

“Fair enough,” she said with a shrug.

“But that will have some answers for you.”

He nodded at something across the roadway. Emma looked and saw a clocktower looming over the street. She instantly knew it was the one Regina had said hadn’t moved until they’d arrived. What she didn’t understand was why Killian thought it would give her answers.

“I don’t remember asking what time it was,” she quipped, crossing her arms looking pointedly at him and then back at the clock.

“It’s what’s underneath, lass,” Killian said with a roll of his eyes.

He strode across the roadway without waiting for her. Emma caught up with him as he pulled open a door that was directly beneath the clock tower. Stepping inside she found herself in a vestibule of sorts with a large metal door on one side, a waist high counter on the other and an open doorway directly ahead of her. She could just make out what looked like shelves full of books when Killian let the door close behind him with a bang.

“Booth! I’ve got something for you!”

From the depths of the other room a very familiar voice called back, “Dammit Hook you were supposed to be here two hours ago. I can’t keep covering for you when-”

Pinocchio stepped into the room with several books under his arm looking cross when he stopped short at the sight of them. His eyes widened and then narrowed as he took her in before crossing behind the counter and slamming the books down. Emma for her part was beyond pleased to have found him so easily but schooled her features into a look of mild curiosity.

“I told you I’m done being set up by you,” Pinocchio grumbled.

“Ah, no,” Killian said quickly. His ears turned red as he scratched at the back of his neck, “Eva here is looking for some answers.”

“Really?” Pinocchio said in disbelief. He looked back at her with newfound appreciation, “Nice to meet you Eva. I’m August, town librarian and amateur town historian, what can I help you with?”

“Uh, I guess anything you can tell me about the town to start?” she asked, looking helplessly at Killian, unprepared to talk to Pinocchio at such a moment’s notice.

“Particularly anything to do with how our overlord came into power,” Killian continued. He leaned over the counter and started poking at a thin black box, “Perhaps you’ve a book or two about private detectives, true ones not your ridiculous pulp novels. Let’s see, any county, state and federal laws concerning wrongful deaths, missing persons, and go ahead and throw in kidnapping for fun. Also a copy of Peter Pan if you will.”

“Peter...” Pinocchio closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I thought I said I was done trying to help you with your goddamn crusade to pin Tommy’s death on Viridans, Hook. You have no proof.”

“I have plenty of proof,” Killian growled. He looked back at Emma for a moment and then took a deep breath as he faced Pinocchio again, “Eva’s here to help me finally prove it to everyone else. The books, if you please.”

Pinocchio stared between the two of them, as though trying to read the truth in their eyes. Finally he shrugged and motioned for them to follow him back the way he had entered the room. Killian motioned for her to go before him with an encouraging nod.

As she entered the room that housed the library Emma had a thousand and one questions flying through her mind. Unlike Red or Charlotte Pinocchio seemed to be a friend of sorts to Killian even though he too called him Hook. He also moved with a quickness and ease she hadn’t seen from him since they were much younger. It left her wondering at the encompassing power of the curse that it could completely mask his own personal curse and the pain it had constantly caused him.

The library was small, no more than twenty or so short rows of books. A couple of large tables ran down the middle of the room separating one set of bookshelves from the other. With a quick look down one of the rows Emma was shocked to see a surprising number of half filled or completely empty shelves. She turned to make a comment about it to Killian but saw him running his fingers fondly across the spines of books on a small cart to his right. It was a dizzying reminder of all the times she had found him idling away his hours reading in Sherwood Forest or trying to track him down in the immense ice library in Arendelle’s castle.

“Have a seat,” Pinocchio said, rapping one of the tables with his knuckles.

He darted off down a row leaving her with a chuckling Killian.

“How do you know him?” Emma asked as she sat. It was one of the few questions that was relatively harmless to pose.

“Went to school together,” he said, shaking his head. He gave her reassuring smile, “We didn’t really move in the same circles but Storybrooke High is small and it’s impossible not to know everyone in your class. Don’t worry, you can trust him.”

“I know,” she said simply, reveling in the pleased look he gave in return.

“You know you can Google half this shit right?” Pinocchio grumbled as he strode out from a different row than he’d disappeared down with a few books already under his arm.

“Perhaps, but we prefer the hard stuff,” Killian said with a waggle of his eyebrows at her.

Both her and Pinocchio rolled their eyes at him. A pang struck Emma as she remembered similar exchanges between the three of them back in their land. Her melancholy was tempered however by the clear camaraderie Killian and Pinocchio had with each other. If nothing else she was glad they’d had each other’s backs in some way under the curse.

Pinocchio set down the books he was holding and dashed away again, effectively preventing her emotions from getting the better of her. She sat and pulled the pile of books towards her. They appeared to be the books about the laws of the land and she wrinkled her nose at the dry sounding titles. Killian snorted above her, clearly reading over her shoulder and being amused at her reaction to them.

“Not the most titillating of reads but I find it’s easier to get away with breaking the law when you know exactly which ones you’re breaking,” he boasted. She looked up at him with narrowed eyes and he gave a shrug, “Come now lass, you know perfectly well you weren’t throwing your lot in with a saint.”

Emma wasn’t sure what a saint was but understood the general meaning behind the word. She hummed something that wasn’t a complete acknowledgement that he was right and turned back to the books. Killian chuckled and pulled out the chair next to her when a voice called out from the vestibule.

“Booth, come out of those dusty shelves! I need a word!”

She was about to ask Killian who it was when things started moving faster than she could keep up with. Pinocchio came running out of the stacks, haphazardly dropping all the books in his hand but one on the table before walking quickly but calmly towards the vestibule flapping his free hand at them from behind his back. Killian had grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip when Pinocchio had run by and he was frantically tugging at her to get her attention. When she looked at him she saw his jaw ticking in agitation and a fire in his eyes.

“I don’t have time to explain but I can’t be seen anywhere near here,” he said quickly and in a low voice that wouldn’t carry, “I trust August with my life, he’ll look after you. You’ll be okay.”

Before she could utter a sound he snuck away leaving her behind, stunned and confused. With a huff of annoyance she stood from the table and as quietly as she could she crossed back to the open doorway, keeping care to stay out of sight.

“-just couldn’t find money in the budget for a new computer. Maybe you should focus on getting more donations next year instead.”

Emma recognized the voice as the one belonging to the man Walsh that had been at Regina’s cottage. She pressed herself closer to the wall and listened all the more carefully.

“How magnanimous of you Sheriff to come down here to tell me this instead of having the budget committee give me a call or even send an email. Which they did, after their meeting, yesterday. Unless of course you’re here to do more than deliver a message I’ve already received. Come to check on things? Burn some books perhaps?”

To anybody that didn’t know him Pinocchio sounded as though he were merely annoyed, his tone mocking but Emma knew better. They had been friends for all of her life and she could hear the scalding fury beneath his words. She marvelled at how quickly Walsh had been able to strike a nerve in only the few minutes he had been talking to Pinocchio.

“As long as you aren’t checking out any of the books on the school district’s banned list to the students again you should be fine,” Walsh intoned blandly. “I just came here to let you know about the budget.”

She heard what sounded like a double tap of a hand on wood and hard-heeled footsteps walking away from her position. Then they stopped.

“By the way, you haven’t happened to come across any visitors have you?”

“Visitors?” Pinocchio said so flatly it was barely a question.

“Yes, anyone saying they’re from out of town or-” Emma could hear the footsteps begin again, walking slowly toward her, “-someone you’ve never seen before. Strangers if you will.”

“Why would they come here? The Visitor’s Center is at City Hall.”

Pinocchio’s voice sounded too calm, almost rehearsed. She cursed under her breath at the chances that even with different life in his head he still couldn’t lie.

“A library is a place to gather information, is it not?”

Walsh’s voice was close, too close. Emma held her breath and hoped he wouldn’t take another step.

“Maybe ten years ago,” Pinocchio said drolly, but much less wooden. “Everyone has a phone to look up all that crap now. The only people who come here are the old folks from Sunset Storybrooke and they’re not coming back until next week.”

“And you want a new computer?” Walsh’s voice became just the slightest bit quieter and Emma hoped he had turned back towards the door leading out. “Now I can see why the budget committee keeps denying you the funds. If you see anyone you’ll let me know?”

“Oh, of course,” Pinocchio said snarkily.

The footsteps started up again, leading away from her hiding spot, “By the way the school board voted in favor of expanding the banned book list. You’ll find that one right at the top.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing had her noisily releasing the breath she’d been holding. Her head swam as black spots danced before her eyes. When her vision cleared Pinocchio was standing in front of her frowning slightly.

“Am I going to end up in jail because of you?”

“Not if I can help it,” she promised, looking him in the eye to show how serious she was.

“Well then-” he sighed, rocking back on his heels, “I guess that’s as good as it’ll get. Here, I guess it won’t matter if this isn’t on the shelves for a while.”

He handed her a book before brushing past her back into the library. She watched him go, aching to talk to him as she had all her life about everything that had happened and everything that was happening. Instead she sighed sadly and looked at the book in her hands.

It appeared to be a book meant for children, the illustration on the cover was colorful and it didn’t have an overabundance of pages. The title was written with fake gold leaf on an equally fake leather cover. Turning it over in her hands she was at a loss as to why Killian wanted her to read a book titled Peter and Wendy. Returning to the table the books Pinocchio had retrieved for her she resolved to ask him as much. Whenever their paths happened to cross again that was.

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butweareafamily · 4 years ago

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about - please read the rules first

this is not mandatory to read, these are just details about the canon divergences I already talked about in my rules. Explanations/getting deeper into her backstory.

Please read the rules, those are what you need.

Now, details about canon divergences, first about Emma in general, then about her big issues with some characters. This is long, but, again, really not mandatory to read:

-After the curse broke she had, surprisingly, more friction with her mother due to their personalities despite having been closer to Mary Margaret, while David was able to understand her need for space better. Still, she loves them both dearly and even when not ready to admit just how much she needs them she’ll defend them ferociously. She may bring up more issues with her parents as a way to solve them in this blog (in universe, because she’s not as delicate and may accidentally hurt their feelings at times. Example: ‘if I don’t want to go to a date, maybe try to find out why and not assume it’s something to help me get over’ can be a theme of discussion). She’s aware of how much they have lost and how much they want to have her around, which initially is even more reason to want to run away while at the same time means she’d die for them.

The idea of her “regretting” giving Henry up beyond a ‘I wish I had the means to raise him’ is laughable since she was a teen in prison with no home, family, money, and Henry, who would not have been left in her care anyway, would have died soon after an attempt to raise him in a car. She doesn’t regret giving him a chance one bit, she just wishes she had been older and with a support-net that could allow her to keep him.

-Emma is not pushed to “change, grow to be a ‘better’, more open person and heal from her traumas and open up to the world more” as fast as she is in the tvshow, I’m not limited by their schedule and cast, so Emma will show more consequences of her past life (alone, unwanted, losing in violent ways everyone she comes close to, being betrayed and believing she had been just used by the one person she loved, having been in jail, homeless, hungry, and so on, and constantly being punished for trying to trust and hope until she found her family) and have more dysfunctional behaviors that eventually she’ll leave behind, and some that she’ll stay/regress back to every now and then for the rest of her life.

She didn’t even exactly had a good idea of what ‘healthy’ looks like for 99% of her life, so she can’t pretend for her family’s sake that she’s well-adjusted in every sense of the word. She can close off and run even in later seasons while still having the natural strong instinct to hope and the even stronger need to keep this family and believe that things will work. That also means bringing up past abuse without always realizing how bad it was or how shocking it might be.

-Seeing Neal again and what happened with Walsh was extremely re-traumatizing, as well as remembering Ingrid right in time for her to die. Also all the deaths and near deaths she witnessed didn’t help.

-Her memories of raising Henry did bring her to a ‘healthier’ lifestyle but the result of those memories and real ones existing in her head together left a bit of a mess of ‘responsibility’ + 'impulsiveness’ + 'stubbornness’ + 'walls’ + 'feeling in charge/feeling lost’. She may take a memory potion to erase her memories of being raised by her parents as a cowardly princess, which was a wish twisted by the evil queen anyway, because that together with fake memories of keeping Henry and fake memories of years in a hospital and real memories of her real life is just too much.

-That doesn’t mean she’s not going to start taking the roles of mother and Savior, and keep following her instinct, always present, to help people, but she also won’t always be sweet or pick the most socially acceptable responses. She also won’t let people treat her badly without fighting, and in times when she doesn’t fight it (for example Gold telling Milah that Emma had a torrid affair with their son and was now dating her ex) it will be because it hurts too much and she’s used to having to 'take’ pain and shut up about it, it’s not positive and will not written as such.

-Emma never became “friends” with Regina. She tries to be civilized/diplomatic with her for Henry’s sake and to keep her from turning into the Evil Queen again and lose more lives over it (and Emma knows that Regina was up until now a tyrant who killed entire villages, sent children to a cannibalistic witch, and kept a sex slave, among other things, so a jump into the old evil ways means she’d have to kill her, which Emma wants to avoid), but still, she never forgave Regina over Graham, she never moved past all the pain Regina caused her parents and the things she did up until Henry was kidnapped by Tamara and Greg, or the fact that she grew up alone because of her, and in this blog Emma doesn’t lose the ability to snap at her as time passes by, she just chooses her battles better to keep the peace. In this blog she also lets some canon comments pass when they are about her, still to avoid useless fights and of course because used to so much worse, but likely puts a stop to the ones directed to her parents and Killian because no matter how used she is to toxic relationships she also always felt the need to defend others. Regina’s reaction to Marian’s return cements these emotions and the fact that Emma doesn’t trust her change of heart to be that deep. The idea of finding the author is not something Emma can support: either it would change their entire lives and they’d stop existing as who they are, or Regina would simply be writing a line about finding a happy ending that would force her and another person to fall in love, and then what could the consequences of a happy ending by force be? Especially since nobody in the show can actually say they have a happy ending, they can just say that they went through incredible pain and now life got a bit better, but there are still constant problems and they are just working on being happy and together. Considering the Evil Queen a separate identity is also a no. Considering Regina queen of everything? No. So like I said there will be no threads with Regina rpers, and when I rp with others if they are close to Emma they will know her real opinion of her. She also doesn’t trust Henry alone with Regina, she may not know about his memory being wiped in season 2 but she knows Regina was willing to kill them all and kidnap Henry very recently (and even while Regina tries to be a hero instead, she shuts him out in every way when upset over Robin, which hurts Henry). OUAT happens in the span of a few years, depending on the thread it could be still a very recent, very fresh wound even just the fact that Regina helped her mother in her quest to become Dark One and was there when Johanna was killed.

-She was neutral about Gold in season 2 and season 3, but in season 4 he eventually takes Killian’s heart, and once again a man she’s romantically involved with is almost ripped from her, and uses him as a slave for weeks which alone would be traumatic enough to never trust Gold again, but adding up to that Gold did try to kill her too, as she finds out after these events from Killian, who had come to save her when he got his heart taken. Gold is temporarily sent away so Emma didn’t exactly get to express her feelings, but once he’s back? He’ll never be part of the family for her, and his alliance with the queens of darkness was just one more proof of it, as well as him taking back the dark curse once human and free and erasing Killian’s sacrifice which was for Emma a reason to want him to suffer, even if she didn’t go that far with her actions.

So there is no big birthday parties where she and Killian are comfortable and have fun while sitting at the table with Gold or Regina.

-After Neverland and experiencing a (fake) life in which she got to raise Henry and to tell Henry what Neal had really done to her (which we see in the show, in New York Henry only knows his father is a conman who let her take the fall for his crime and they are both cool with it, Emma had more time to process and got to keep the baby) she’s very aware that she did in fact stop loving Neal and just loved the idealized version of him and what he had promised her, she doesn’t know who he is now after an entire decade and he doesn’t know who she is. She will not get in the way of him spending time with Henry and she’ll be relatively nice especially knowing he wasn’t just using her but did mean to share a future with her, but she shuts him down even more firmly than in canon. She knew by the time he asked her out that she also had feelings for Killian (but then, she knew there was something special about Killian since long before) but the two things have nothing to do with each other, in fact in the fake reality she had moved on with Walsh too. She will fight with Mary Margaret if asked to give him a chance too. If she can’t defend herself in Manhattan it’s because his presence makes her feel smaller and submissive, that will take a while to go away.

-Walsh was a very traumatic experience she will vent about eventually, a man pretending to love her, sleeping with her, manipulating her into a relationship by acting in whatever way he needed to be in her life, only to turn around and try to kill her is no joke. So was watching Gold almost crushing Killian’s heart, and so was thinking back of Graham and realizing exactly what had happened. (and so was watching Henry’s almost dead body in the hospital and in Neverland, and experiencing too many realities in her head).

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As Destiny Has Its Eyes On You Chapter 5/?

Thank you to the ever lovely @hollyethecurious for making this collage.

Summary: Princess Emma Swan of Misthaven has been prophesied as the Savior since before her birth. Now with the help of a Lieutenant from her past she is going to take her destiny into her own hands, to defeat the Evil Queen.

A/N: This is a MC story inspired by ’Destiny has it’s eyes on you’ by the lovely @seriouslyhooked on Tumblr (EmilyBea on FF).

@ilovemesomekillianjones on Tumblr (AO3, and FF) has graciously agreed to be my beta on this entire project.

Line breaks indicate a change in POV or Scene.

Chapters 1-4 are based on chapters 1&2 of ‘Destiny Has It’s Eyes on You’

**This chapter is where my story veers from Emily’s creation, and moves to an ‘M’ rating.**

AO3 FF.net Prologue/Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

It is well after sunrise by now, and Killian has noticed Emma still hasn’t come up on deck yet. Trying not to seem too concerned about her absence he calls Mr. Smee over to inquire if he has seen her that morning.

“Sorry Captain, I haven’t seen her since she went below decks to retire last night.”

“That’s alright Mr. Smee, she’s probably just still abed. I’ll see if I can’t rouse her, take over in my stead.”

“Aye, Captain.”

Going below deck to the cabin Emma is using, he pauses noticing the book he left her this morning is gone, making him wonder if she got it and is just waiting for him to come back. He closes the distance to the door, knocking brusquely. He calls her name after getting no response.

“Princess… Princess… Emma. Love, are you in there? … Emma I’m coming in.” Killian opens the door slowly, and steps inside. Looking around as he closes it behind him, he’s unsure of what he is going to find. What he does discover once he’s in the room isn’t even on his list of possibilities, there spread out on the bed is his princess, his Emma looking right at him as she pleasures herself. Killian is struck dumb by the sight in front of him. He freezes in his place, unable to move, or look away, or even speak, just staring at Emma. After a few moments his senses return, blinking profusely he mumbles an apology while turning to leave, when he hears Emma speak up, in a slightly strangled sounding whisper.

“Killian, please… stay.”

“Uh… um… Emma?”

“Killian, please?” She speaks a little louder, voice stronger this time as she reaches out for him.

“Princess, this is… I shouldn’t…” Killian is doing everything in his power to not lose control of his restraint. He notices her huff of annoyance at his returned use of her title and he wishes he could close the distance between them, sweep her into his arms, and tell her that she will always be his Emma.

Emma sits up on the bed still fully bared to him. “Can’t I just be Emma to you?”

“W-What?”

“Can’t you just think of me as Emma? Not Princess Emma? Just your Emma?”

Without even realizing it, he starts moving towards her, wanting to rid her of the sadness he sees in her eyes. “Is it ever really that simple?”

“Why can’t it be?” Emma asks him, patting the edge of the bed inviting him to sit with her.

Sitting down next to her, Killian contemplates her question. “Well, love, a princess as transcendent as yourself deserves so much better than a pirate captain.”

“And if my heart says I want said pirate captain? Should I just ignore it? Can you say it’s one sided?”

“Emma love, you have me… You have since the day we met. I’ve just never dared to hope that I would ever be more than a passing fancy, or means to an end for you. Then or now.” By the time he finishes talking he can’t look her in the eye, never having expected to confess that to his Emma.

She is surprised to say the least by his confession, she puts her hand on his cheek gently caressing the scar under his right eye before lifting his head to meet her gaze.

“Killian, do you think so little of me?”

“No, Emma. It has nothing to do with what I think of you, only what I think of myself.”

Just like their first kiss all those years ago, Emma initiates this one, kissing Killian with every ounce of love and passion thrumming through her. When they finally separate for air, foreheads still touching Emma sighs contently.

“Love are you sure about this? I don’t want to sully your reputation, your good name.”

Emma laughs a little before responding. “Killian, if I make it back home from all of this, my parents will be so happy to see me they won’t care that I love a pirate.” Emma looks a little apprehensive once she realizes what she just let slip.

“You love me?”

Emma loves how he sounds so in awe of her confession, but it kills her that he is so unsure of himself. She wonders if things would’ve been different four years ago if she’d been brave, and told him then. “I do. I love you Killian. I think I always have.”

“Oh, Emma. I love you too. I have since the beginning, since that first day on this very ship's deck.” He pins her to him in a hug as he kisses her again, trying to convey the depth of his feelings. In that moment, he is every emotion, feels them all as they course through him, love, relief, elation, trepidation, passion and so many others. He is not sure it’s possible to express everything he feels, and just how deeply he cares for her, but he’s damn well going to try. Without breaking the kiss, Emma pulls Killian with her until he is lying on top of her on the small bed. She eagerly starts working on undoing the buttons of his vest and shirt, trying to divest him of his clothing, her need for him growing by the second.

Reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, and sounding very strained, Killian asks her again, “Emma love, are you sure about this? We don’t have to rush anything, I don’t want you to feel like we have to do this.”

“Killian I’m sure you noticed what I was doing when you came in. I’m sure. *kiss* I want you. *kiss* I need you. *kiss* Now, you are far too overdressed.”

Standing up from the bed Killian toes off his boots and drapes his coat over the chair sitting at the table, followed by his vest and shirt. As he’s returning to Emma, he notices the rose laying on the table and smiles. When his eyes land back on Emma he notices her eyes are glued to his now exposed chest, so he takes a moment to drink in her naked form.

“See something you like, love?” he asks with a smirk playing on his lips. It takes her a moment to peel her eyes away from appreciating his toned chest to meet his gaze.

Swallowing hard, all she can manage is a shy smile and a nod as the blush from getting caught creeps up her cheeks and down her chest.

“No need to be embarrassed.” Getting back on the bed he captures her lips in another searing kiss. After pulling back from the kiss Killian notices the light catching on something silver along Emma’s collarbone, looking down to see what it is, his breath catches in his chest. Gently running his fingers down the chain in a gentle caress, he takes the swan pendant into his hand, “You kept it.” Killian’s voice is radiating awe and disbelief as he looks into Emma’s eyes.

“Of course I kept it, how could I ever get rid of it. This is the only thing I ever had from you, it is my most cherished possession.”

“Gods I love you Emma.” He kisses her again, more passionately than any of their previous kisses combined, bringing their need for each other back from the steady simmer to full blown inferno.

Disengaging to catch their breaths, Emma speaks up again.

“Killian, you are still overdressed.”

“All in good time my love, I plan on taking my time, and taking care of you like a princess deserves. I’ve been dreaming about this for far too long to rush any of it. Ladies first, then I will take you; I promise.”

The only response Emma can muster is the excited shudder that surges through her entire body as her eyes go wide at his words. Killian just smirks as he moves to capture her lips again. He works kisses all along her jaw, just below her ear, traveling down her neck and paying special attention to her pulse point. When he gets to where her shoulder and neck meet he bites down gently, soothing it with his tongue and a kiss. He moves on to her collar bone intent on showering every inch of her body in kisses and bites.

“W-Wait… you’ve dreamt of this?”

Killian chuckles darkly. “Of course I have love. You are quite entrancing.” He returns to worshiping her body with his hands and mouth. Moving to her breasts, he pulls a nipple into his mouth teasing it with tongue and teeth as he pinches and twists its twin with his hand; he alternates between the two after a time, making sure to pay equal attention with both his mouth and hand. Causing Emma to become a writhing mess beneath him the longer he attends to her body, all she can do is lay back and enjoy. By the time he makes it to her waiting heat she’s near vibrating with pleasure and he hasn’t even touched her where he knows she wants him most.

“You are an absolute vision my love.” Slowly he runs his finger through her drenched folds before pressing into her tight sheath. “You’re absolutely soaking wet for me; so tight.” His thumb rubs circles on her bundle of nerves, causing her hips to buck against his hand. Killian pumps his finger in a steady rhythm, adding another, and eventually a third, as she adjusts to his ministrations.

Emma gasps as she approaches that powerful release she so craves.

He can feel Emma getting closer, can tell by her little noises of pleasure that she is almost there, Killian curls his fingers to hit the spot that will make her see stars. He sends her off the ledge with his skilled fingers, relishing her cries of pleasure, and his name falling from her lips.

Killian looks down at his princess as she gasps, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are shut, but he needs to see into them, wants to know what she is feeling. He needs to make sure that he can do something right by her, by making her feel his love. “Emma. Still with me love?”

“Y… Yeah… that was… that was a whole new experience. I never realized it could feel like that.”

“Well that was just the beginning, the best has yet to come I assure you.” Leaning down Killian puts his head just above her delectable quim. Glancing up to catch her eyes he wants to make sure she is alright with this, not willing to cross a line she isn’t comfortable with. He notices her hesitance so he holds her gaze a little longer, and lifts an eyebrow in question. When Emma finally smiles and nods confidently, he closes the distance, licking a line with the flat of his tongue from slit to clit, eliciting a moan from both of them.

“My love, you taste divine, can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs into her core, not wanting to pull away for even a second.

Emma wiggles and jumps with the sensations of his attentions causing him to place his left hand across her belly to keep her still. Alternating between long licks, penetrating her with his tongue, and sucking on her bundle of nerves, he’s quickly driving her to the edge of pleasure again. As she gets closer he uses his mouth to focus his ardor on her clit while guiding his fingers in and out of her to work her to completion.

Killian eases her back to reality from her second orgasm with gentle motions from his fingers, while resting his head in his other hand. With an adoring smile on his face, he admires Emma in her blissful state.

Once she’s recovered Emma opens her eyes and smiles at him. “Hi.”

Killian chuckles before responding. “Hello love. Do you think you can handle any more?” By this point his leather pants are very tight and uncomfortable, but he will stop and ignore his need if she says no.

“Yes. Need you.”

Killian smiles as he crawls back up over her body to capture her lips in a kiss, eventually getting the laces on his pants open. Breathing a sigh of relief as he frees himself from his pants, he pushes them all the way down and off his legs. Leaning back onto his haunches, he lines himself up in the cradle of her legs and looks back up at Emma, given the expression on her face, he feels he needs to ask before continuing.

“Love, look at me.” He waits until she’s looking him in the eye before continuing. “Are you still... intact? What I mean to ask is, have you ever done this before?”

Emma looks a little embarrassed before shaking her head no.

“Are you sure you wish to continue? I have heard that it can be painful your first time, and I’ve been told I am rather well endowed. I don’t ever wish to hurt you Emma.”

“I trust you, and I only ever want to experience this with you. I want you to make love to me Killian.”

“As you wish. I will try to be gentle my love.” Killian kisses her before running his cock along her drenched folds, coating himself in her essence to help ease the penetration. He stares into her pretty green eyes and begins to push into her painstakingly slowly, trying to ease the discomfort. He gives her time to adjust to his size, and himself time to adjust to the heaven that is Emma.

“Gods love, you’re so tight.” He’s fully seated within her now, forehead rested against hers, and only begins moving after she starts shifting around impatiently. He keeps his pace steady, trying not to thrust too hard, wanting to make it memorable for both of them.

Feeling his release building quicker than he’d like, he reaches down to caress her clit and whispers to her, “Come again for me Emma, I want you to come with me.” As he circles her clit faster, he feels the enticing flutter of her walls signaling her orgasm. Watching as Emma falls so beautifully over the edge, he lets her take him with her. Killian murmurs her name lovingly as he spills his release inside her.

He relaxes above her, momentarily forgetting he is putting all of his weight on her. Regaining his senses he rolls off of her, and pulls her to her side so they can lie facing each other. “Emma, love, are you okay?”

“I’m wonderful, Killian.” They snuggle into each other under the covers, and Emma dozes quickly, after pressing a sweet kiss to his chest just above his heart.

Killian is left to his thoughts, holding her as she sleeps draped across his chest. Now you’ve done it you arse, how the bloody hell are you going to be able to let her go now? He knew the answer to his own question, he wouldn’t be able to let her go, this was life changing, she was life changing. But I can’t ask her to stay with me… a lowly pirate; she’s a princess, she deserves the best of everything. Killian knows it will destroy him, heart and soul to have to let her go, to watch her walk away. But he also knows she deserves to be with her family, to get her happily ever after, and to find her true love. No matter what happens, I will always have this, the greatest gift she could offer me.

Killian holds Emma tighter, trying not to think about when he will have to say goodbye and watch her walk away with his heart, his hopes, and his dreams, and eventually he nods off. Waking later in the afternoon he decides he really should check on the ship and crew. He pulls himself off the bed as gently as possible so as not to wake Emma. After getting dressed he leans over and kisses her on the forehead before heading back to his responsibilities.

All the thanks to the lovely @artistic-writer for making this piece.

This is a picture that my husband drew for me of the Jolly Roger’s Cabin level, or Here.

Chapter Six

Tagging some lovelies to enjoy: @ilovemesomekillianjones, @seriouslyhooked, @kmomof4, @laschatzi, @jennjenn615, @xhookswenchx, @flslp87

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cwnerd12 · 7 years ago

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today’s writings

A car pulls into a fast food restaurant. Four AFG members get out. Doug is one of them. He tells his companions to go ahead and eat without him, he has a call to make. In Shiloh, Abner answers, with Silas listening in. Abner: “Have you found him?” Doug: “Not yet.” Silas: “It’s been a week! How can you still not know?!” Doug: “I got new orders. Supposed to go to a church in Nob. I think Shepherd’s gonna be there, along with the rest of the leadership. Some kind of planned meeting, something with churches, I haven’t got the details, but it’s something. I’d say it’s a good idea to prepare a raid.” Silas: “If this meeting doesn’t happen, there’s going to be consequences for you.” Doug: “You’re gonna have a chance to take out Shepherd and his leaders. I promise you, sir. I have to go, I can’t look suspicious.” Doug hangs up and goes into the restaurant. his three companions sit eating their food. One of them, Betty, speaks up, “What was that?” Doug: “Checking in on the next stop. We’re gonna be staying at a church, right?” Betty: “Yep.” Doug smirks: “Good.”

David drives the van through a suburb, craning his head around, looking at street signs. David: “What the fuck am I looking for again?” Michelle: “Nob Street Presbyterian.” Abby points at something, “It’s right there!” The van pulls into the parking lot of a large, suburban church. Cut to the church basement, where David is greeted by Asher, Shay, Joel, and Isaiah. Asher introduces David to several other clergymen, including a couple of other Rabbis and an Imam. Asher: “This is the network Samuels first set up. Religious leaders who can offer their places of worship as sanctuaries and places to meet. The very first rebel meetings were in church basements just like this one. We’ve got other groups going into other churches. We can gather as many soldiers as we can here in Nob, and then move into Shiloh. As soon as Monique gets here, we can build an actual plan for doing that.” David: “Shit, it’s almost like we know what we’re doing.” Asher: “Hey, my parents want you to join us for Shabbat dinner. Sound good?” David: “Are you kidding me? A home cooked meal sounds fucking incredible."

Cut to: David and the AFG leadership crowding around a large map of Shiloh. Monique points to various neighborhoods, “These neighborhoods already have enough AFG support in them, we just need to show up, and they’re ours. There’s a few police stations, if we can take those over, we will officially be the law in this part of Shiloh.” Shay: “I’m gonna need to know what’s inside the police stations. What their layout is, how they’re protected. I may have to go look at them in person, or send a spy to do it for me. But with that all figured out, I think the Queens can make quick work of it.” Joel: “If we set up barricades and checkpoints, we can keep Silas’s army out, and from there, we’ll be able to go into other neighborhoods.” David: “So what do we do after that, just take over the whole city?” Shay: “That’s one possibility.” David: “These are residential neighborhoods. I don’t want any civilian deaths. None, zero. How can we guarantee civilians won’t be hurt?” Jack: “We can’t. The riots in Shiloh haven’t had any deaths yet, but if Dad thinks you’re in Shiloh, it’ll be open season on protesters and resisters.” David sighs heavily and sinks into his seat, “Does anyone else have any other idea how we can do this? I know it’s not going to be easy, I just want to know what all our options are. I want to know how to do this without innocent people dying.” Jack: “There was Laura’s option of going to Ammon. But I think if we’re trying to take down a tyrant, the best way to do it is to aim straight at his heart. The best way to save lives is to do it all as quickly as possible.” Joel: “We can designate civilian defense forces. Find ways to protect people wanted by Silas.” Monique: “If Silas starts killing people, we can use that to our advantage. Silas the murderer, David the savior.” David: “I don’t want to use death to our advantage.” Monique: “It’s an advantage. We should use it.” David: “Okay. Let’s get in touch with the group leaders, see if we can figure out the best way to start moving into Shiloh.” The door opens, and Doug sticks his head in. He sees David, and smiled, “Hey, someone said you were here, I wanted to make sure you made it okay.” Jack: “This is a top secret meeting!” David: “It’s fine. Yeah, everyone’s here, we’re just trying to figure out what happens next.” Jack: “Would you mind letting us continue our meeting?” Doug: “Sure. I’m just glad you’re here.” He shuts the door. Jack: “He’s up to something. We have an escape plan, right?” Asher, “There’s a farm about ten miles away that has a hidden shelter underneath its barn from the days during the war. I wouldn’t bring us anywhere we couldn’t get out of.” David: “It’s fucking Doug, man, I just forgot to lock the door.” Jack eyes the door suspiciously, “We can’t fuck around with security, David. Our secrets need to stay secret.” David: “All right, I’ll remember to lock the door next time.” In the hallway, away from listening ears, Doug makes a call, “Shepherd’s here. So are the prince and princess, and the rest of the leadership. Other groups are hiding out in churches across town. You can take them all out.”

The evening, Asher introduces David and the other leaders to his parents, Leo and Nora. David: “I usually look better.” Nora: “Oh, not a problem.” Cut to Leo saying the shabbat prayer while everyone looks on. Everyone serves dinner. Nora: “You know, when Asher was ordained as a Rabbi, I thought there was no way I could ever be prouder of him. Then he started talking about this resistance, he mentioned Ephraim Samuels, I thought, oh, no, this isn’t going to end well. When I didn’t hear from him for a week, I started to get worried, but then, I see Asher on the news standing next to David Shepherd, giving a speech about King Silas. I think my son’s never going to be able to come home again, but he’s in good hands. He’s with good people. And then I get a phone call, he says he’s coming home. And now here he is, back in time for dinner. This is a miracle. There’s something very special about this movement. There’s something very special about the people leading it. And I can say that I have never been prouder of my son than I am tonight. I hope he continues to make me even prouder.” Asher smiles sheepishly, “Thank you, Mom.” David, “I promise you, Mrs. Levinson, I will do everything I can to help Asher make you proud.”

In Shiloh, Silas stands an watches the nightly protests begin. Police fire tear gas into the crowd, but protesters pull on gas masks. One protester lights a molotov cocktail and hurls it at a police car. The surrounding police jump to escape the flames. Rioters reach the police car, and beat the windows and lights. The push it out into the middle of the square, and people begin to tip it over. One protester drops a match in the gas tank, and it explodes as protesters cheer. In the palace, Silas gives an order, “Bring Seth here.” An aid brings Seth. Silas beckons him to come look, “Do you see all these people? Do you see what they’re doing?” Seth: “They’re burning a police car.” Silas: “They’re trying to overthrow me. They want David Shepherd to be king in my place. They want to cause chaos. But I’m not going to let them. Do you want to see what a king does?” Seth doesn’t answer, and looks between Silas and the riot below. Silas speaks into a radio and gives an order, “Open fire.” The police begin to fire guns into the crowd, and rioters fall, injured and bleeding. The crowd runs away in a panic, and police continue to fire as they clear the square. Silas: “A king creates order out of chaos. He defeats his enemies. A king has the respect of his people.”

back in Nob, David & co pile into an SUV and say goodbye to the Levinsons. Asher is staying with his parents for the night. In the church, AFG members tuck into their beds for the night while Doug paces nervously. Betty tells the other group members that she’s going to go and grab some snacks at the convenience store across the street, but she’ll be back. Doug’s phone buzzes, he has a text: “We’re in position.” Doug texts back, “Go.” (“The Ghost of You”) A team of soldiers bursts through the front door of the church, and Doug calmly points them to the basement. Upstairs, a reverend comes running at the sound, but then dives back into the safety of his office. He grabs a radio and yells into it, “The army is here! We’ve been found! We’ve been found!” In the SUV, Joel, in the front seat beside David, grabs the radio, “What? What’s happening?!” “The army is raiding the church, don’t come back here, we’ve been found!” The sound of gunfire. Cut to the office, where the reverend lies in a pool of blood, Doug holding a gun up behind him.” All across Nob, army units break down the doors of churches and shooting at the AFG members hiding there. In the SUV, David panics but tries to stay calms, “We have to go get Asher.” Joel: “We can’t! We have to get to the farm he told us about!” David: “We can’t leave him!” Joel: “We’re all gonna die if we go back, if you keep driving, we might be able to escape!” At the Levinsons, soldiers break down the front door. Leo and Nora jump up to see them, but are gunned down. The back door is open, and Asher runs for his life down a back alley. In the SUV, Abby gives careful instructions off of her phone, “Just keep doing down Cyprus Street until you reach Fremont Avenue, and turn left. Fremont goes to 501, that will take us to the farm.” At the other churches, AFG members manage to escape and make it into cars, where they begin the drive away. Clergymen heroically dive in front of bullets to save lives. In the convenience store, Betty, with an armful of junk food, gapes in horror at the sight of military vehicles in front of the church. In the SUV, stopped at a red light, David looks down the street they’re supposed to turn down, which ends in an army block point. David: “Shit. It’s blocked. We need another way.” Abby: “If this street’s blocked, they’re all blocked.” Jack: “We have guns, just drive at them, and shoot!” Michelle, very calmly, stands up as best she can, “Open the sunroof.” David: “What?” Michelle: “I don’t have a wanted poster, which means Silas wants me to stay alive, which means they have orders not to shoot me. Open the sunroof and drive.” David complies. Asher, wild eyes and terrified, approaches the church, sees the vehicles out front, and ducks into the convenience store. Betty sees him, “Rabbi!” Asher, breathless, “What the fuck is happening?!” Betty: “I don’t know, I think somebody snitched!” The cashier looks at them, “Hey do you two need a place to hide? You can go into our storage room.” In the SUV, Michelle stands all the way up. David turns onto the blocked road, Michelle clearly visible at the top of the car. David begins to speed up. Jack rolls down his window, sticks his gun out, and shoots at the soldiers, and Shay follows suit. Michelle spreads her arms out, completely calm and fearless as the wind whips her clothes around her and street lights flash over her face. Soldiers run out of the way as the SUV approaches. Michelle closes her eyes, tilts her head back and feels the wind on her face. The SUV crashes into the barriers and keeps going, speeding away into the night. Michelle opens her eyes again and smiles.

In Shiloh, Silas and his advisors sit listening to radio reports, “We followed our orders exactly, we saw the princess and didn’t shoot.” Abner, furious, “Shepherd got away!” Radio: “We don’t have confirmation that Shepherd was in the car with her.” Abner: “Of course he fucking was, the princess was protecting him!” Silas: “What are the casualties?” An advisor: “It’s too early to gather an accurate number, but it appears that a number of the dead are clergy who worked with Samuels.” Silas: “Does that include Shepherd’s Rabbi?” Advisor: “A raid was sent to his parents’ house, but he wasn’t there. He may still be among the unidentified dead.” Another advisor: “How should the press handle this, sir? Dead clergy and raided churches don’t look good.” Silas: “They’re all traitors, aren’t they? I don’t want any tears shed on air for enemies of the state.” “Very well.” Abner, “Sir, I have an issue to address with you, and it might be best if we discuss this in private.” Silas: “I don’t want to talk about Michelle right now. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. You are all dismissed.” Everyone leaves, but Abner goes over to Silas and stops him, “This must be addressed now. We should have addressed it months ago.” Silas: “I told you, I can’t order my troops to fire on Michelle!” Abner, “Then let me give the order.” Silas steps away from him, “No!” “If you can’t do what’s necessary, you might as well hand deliver the crown to Shepherd!” Silas sits down, “Would you give the order to shoot your own daughter?” “If she had turned against you, yes.” Silas: “I held her, right after she was born, and her lips were blue. The doctor told me that she needed open-heart surgery, that she needed it now, and I couldn’t hold her any longer. Afterwards, she came out, and she was full of so many tubes and wires, I still couldn’t hold her. Machines breathed for her, pumped the blood her heart couldn’t. She had two more operations before she turned three. And she got better. She seemed healthy, for a while, but then her heart began to fail, and they had to give her a new one. And she survived, and she she thrived, and she was so alive and so happy. Could you watch your daughter do all that, and then give an order to kill her?” Abner sits down next to Silas, “I’m not one to comment on your personal life, sir, but, I think if there’s one mistake you made as a parent, it was raising Jack to be king instead of Michelle to be queen. She’s not a little girl any more. She’s your daughter. She takes after you. She’s fought just like you’ve fought. She has your nerve, your spirit, and your will, and she is angry. She has the ability to destroy us, sir, and she will do it. Please, you don’t have to give the order. Just let me do it. It doesn’t mean that she’ll be killed. It just means that she’ll be stopped.” Silas wipes a tear from his eye, “Fine. If there’s no choice.” Abner: “You have to let Jack and Michelle go and focus on preparing Seth to be king.” Silas, “I am preparing him. And don’t ever comment on my personal life again.”

David and everyone stand in a barn. A farmer opens up a hidden door in the floor, “The shelter was put in during the war. It’s only meant for four, but you can all fit in there for a short while. Never thought I’d be using it again.” David: “Thanks.” Everyone climbs into the dark space below. Farmer: “There’s a light. I’ll turn it off if soldiers arrive and search the place, turn it back on when they leave.” Joel: “Someone has to hide the car.” Isaiah: “I’ll do it. I can run the fastest.” David: “If you need a quick place to hide, just climb a tree. No one ever thinks to look up.” Isaiah: “All right, I’ll be back.” Isaiah exits the shelter, and the farmer shuts the door. Jack: “Who gets the beds?” David: “Well, obviously, Michelle gets one, she saved all of our fucking lives.” Michelle smiles and gets into a lower bunk, “All in a day’s work.” David: “I guess ladies should get the luxury. Abby, Monique, Shay, enjoy your bunks.” The women climb into their bunks while the men find comfortable patches of floor. David sits and leans his head against the wall, “I think this means we can’t do Shiloh. We have to think of something else.” The light goes out.

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