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mayasaura · 2 years ago
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Coffee shop au update: we ran out of milk and creamer during the midmorning rush and I accidentally threw an americano at someone
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captainswanfire · 1 year ago
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Now I'm thinking about captainfrozenswanfire for some reason. Writing them into Elsa's arc in the series suits my AU where Neal doesn't die, and the part where captainswan starts to develop romantically is rewritten to some captainswanfire shenanigans. Now I'm adding Elsa in the package hehe
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emmasaviorswan · 2 years ago
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Emma Swan Snow Queen AU ✨❄️
Because I'm currently obsessed with series 4 and rewatching Frozen 2 and my muse is Emma.
I take moodboard requests 💖
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staytinyville · 3 months ago
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Stay Alive (46)
BTS poly!ot7 x Reader
Magical Creatures AU
Series Masterlist
Warnings: none
A/N NOT BETA. It's been a minute y'all. I did start a new job though that allows me a lot of time to do some writing. Honestly I would've had this done Wednesday because I took a sick day but I left the papers I write my stories on at work which was a let down. BUT YOU HAVE IT NOW.
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“What area are we in?” Moonbyul asked, looking around. 
There were a total of four portal keys. You had taken one and hoped that it didn’t open out in the general area. The boys had forced the girls to go with you just in case things went south the moment you opened a door. 
Luckily for your group, you were immediately welcomed by the sight of lockers and benches inside tiled floors. There were showers off to the side and towels placed in certain areas. You quickly knew where you had entered and cautiously glanced from side to side trying to find others looking around. 
“It's the pool locker room. This is where Jimin stayed most of the time.” You answered, looking around trying to find something out of order. 
Footsteps were heard coming out of the shower rooms. You all froze staring wide eyed at the person heading in your direction. When the man who had been taking his time to shower saw the large group of women all staring at him, he froze in his steps as well.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist, hands frozen in his hair as he had been drying it with another towel. 
“What are you all doing in here?” He suddenly frowned, looking at all of you appalled. 
“Dongwook!” IU gasped, her lips pulling up into a large smile as she moved to the front of the group.
Dongwook’s breath got caught in his throat as he looked down at the swan maiden. His eyes were wide and his lips were open as he tried to comprehend that she was really in front of him. 
“IU? But—How did he get you!? What are you doing here!?” He cried, dropping the towel in his hands to pull at the girl’s arms. 
“Shhh! We don't want to get caught.” Wheein rushed forward, trying to get the man to calm down. “And put some clothes on!”
“Don't tell me to shush. And you're the one in the men's showers.” He speaks to her with an incredulous look. 
You finally moved forward, catching the man’s attention as he realized who you were. “We've come to rescue all of you.”
“What?” He frowned. 
“We've come from our home world. We're going to take you all back.” IU spoke up, giving him a kind smile. 
You watched as Dongwook seemed to take some time to process what it was the woman was telling him. But the moment he got a hang of it, it was clear that he was feeling all kinds of emotions. 
You could only begin to imagine how each and everyone of the patients might be feeling the moment they hear they are going back home. Anyone would be more than thrilled–more than appreciative to go back home. It was one thing to be gone from your home because you were doing something out of town but to be gone because someone forced you. In a different universe no less. Hearing the words that you were going back home was a miracle. 
It made you smile thinking about your boys. 
“Well damn, let me put on some clothes and I'll help you.” Dongwook quickly said, turning around to get his clothing.
“Age did him justice.” Solar nodded to the other valkyries who agreed with her. 
“Where do we go from here?” IU asked, turning to you. 
“We have to find where everyone else is and tell those close by that one of the doors is in here.” You began to explain. “Dongwook you try to lead as many as you can back here. The nurses won't suspect you. For now we'll try to gather as many as we can without suspicion.”
When they all gave you nods in understanding, you quickly began to move around the room, trying to find if anyone else was around the facility. 
“What are you going to do?” Hwasa asked. 
You stop, taking in a breath. It stuck with you what Taehyung had told you. You had no idea where they were–if they were still even out there–but you knew he would never be whole without them. 
“Fearies are supposed to have wings.” You spoke up looking at them all. “I need to find Taehyung's wings.”
“Aren't they looking for you?” Wheein told you.
“I'll try to find a disguise. Don't worry about me. You try to get the others out as fast as you can.” You spoke softly, looking at them all expectantly. 
Walking out into the pool hallway, you made your way to the girl’s locker room. You found it odd how there was a pair of hospital clothes in some draws but you figured it was for people to get new pairs. So you dress yourself up and hope for the best with all the other nurses. 
There weren't really many people out in the hallways but you still continued with caution. Every patient that came across you would look at you wide eyed–surprised you were back. They tried to warn you the best they could about Hanseol looking for you and the boys, but you just explained to them why you were back. 
They still looked at you oddly before tears would begin to fill their eyes. Some decided to help you while others were told to go to the locker room. They sent the children first, making sure each of them were safe. 
You felt confident in the amount of people who were going through the doors–the boys having been keeping you up to date with how many they’ve been sending. Out of the 50 patients in the entire facility 37 have already made it through.
Just as you were turning a corner after sending an older woman on her way, alarms began to blare overhead, the commotion to make you feel unsettled. 
You froze and looked wide eyed as nurses began to rush past. You stuck to the wall allowing the staff and security to rush by. They didn’t pay you any mind, seemingly doing their own thing as they began to open and close doors. 
“(Y/N)! Who set off the alarm!?” Seokjin’s voice resounded through your head. 
You felt something was off as the hall turned quiet aside from the alarms. 
“Kyung knows we are here.” Hoseok's voice warned all of you.
“You have to go back with the others.” 
Your eyes went wide at Namjoon’s command. “What about you?”
“We'll be fine. You have to be safe.”
“Namjoon—”
“Don't argue. Please, for our sake.” Yoongi spoke quietly. 
You clenched your jaw, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to change their minds. But there was something stopping you from listening to what they had to say. You needed to find Taehyung’s wings somehow. At this point you knew they had to be here–it was something in your gut telling you they were. 
“Jagiya.” Taehyung’s soft voice called for you.
His voice only strengthened your resolve. But you knew you would have to lie, if only just for a moment.
You sighed, looking down to the ground. “Okay.”
With the seven boys they all looked at each with grateful glances. They were glad to know you didn’t try arguing, however they didn’t know how far you were from the door. And if you were alone it only made things worse. 
“You had the chance to stay at home and yet you all returned. I knew none of you would ever be able to leave behind everyone.”
They all stopped in their tracks and turned to find the man who had taken them all from their home 10 years ago. He looked mad, much more than normal. It seemed like he wasn’t well put together like he had always been. It seemed as though during their departure things had taken a downturn for the demon. 
“Your ways end here, Hanseol. You've hurt enough people.” Namjoon glared, pushing forward in the group to stand in the front.
“I am not hurting anyone!” Hanseol screamed. “You'd be dead by now if it wasn't for my thinking and research! I am not the bad guy here. I am helping others.”
“You're helping humans.” Jin spat out. 
“Oh, so now you hate them? What about your pretty little mate? Think I don't remember her?” 
Each of them suddenly went ridged. Jin felt Taehyung suddenly grab onto his arm, scared that they were after (Y/N). Yoongi gave Namjoon a worried glance, but the leader only turned to Hobi who gave him a subtle nod to him that she was currently okay. 
For now. 
“Oh how easy human lives are to just break. That is why I am doing what I do. To give them a better future. Better chances of surviving.”
“At the risks of other creatures. None of them deserve what you did.” Jimin retorted. 
“Did what? You were always the ones who offered themselves in their place. We hardly ever touched the others compared to you.”
“Enough of this stupid talk! All of you come back to the facility and I'll let bygones be bygones.”
“You're not okay, Hanseol.” Hobi called out. 
“I am perfectly capable! If you won't come with me then I'll just take you!”
Before any of them could say anything else, Hanseol’s head suddenly turned to the side and a loud crack was heard. All seven of them gasped, taking a step back as the hands that were wrapped around the demon quickly let go of him. 
As Bangtan looked up, their emotions spiked as they watched Kyong look down at Hanseol’s dead body. 
“He doesn't understand when others are stronger than him. If someone was going to kill him it would be me.” The man spoke nonchalantly. 
“Kyong.” Jungkook growled. 
“Nice to see you all again. What a sweet reunion this is.” The man grinned devilishly. “I'm going to enjoy picking you all off.”
Kyong cracked his head, fingers twitching as his fingers turned a black from the magic that seemed to begin to seep out of him. Hoseok felt a shiver go down his spine, feeling something off with the man’s magic. 
“It's seven against one. You really think yourself stronger?” Namjoon asked, lips pulled up in a snarl as he took a defensive stance. 
“You've been stuck here for years. You hardly know an ounce of what I do. You could never try to stop me. Besides who is going to save your little mate.”
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thgfanfictionlibrary · 3 months ago
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In Panem AU Fic Masterlist (3)
Part 1 / Part 2 /
Created: June 6th, 2024
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Phoenix Rising-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are growing back together in District 12 when they realize that even though the Hunger Games and the war are over, Panem's fragile peace still requires their protection. Regrets Only-c_r_roberts (ao3) Summary: I’m not sure how long we lay there like that, naked and entangled together. I think I even drift in and out of a light sleep, because the next thing I know, it’s the middle of the night and Peeta’s stirring beside me. When I open my eyes to him, it doesn’t look like he’s slept at all. The fire crackles in the old stone hearth, and the scent of smoke and pine and cold musty air fills the room. “Don’t get married,” Peeta suddenly tells me, his voice soft, but urgent. My heart breaks at the earnestness in his eyes. “At least not to Gale.” In Panem AU. Selfish-Pagedancer87 (ao3) Summary: “It’s really okay for there to be times when you stop putting everyone else first, and just do what’s best for you.” shoot straight-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: 1. can't catch a break... or a pie *In Panem AU 2. frozen leap *Post Mockingjay 3. fleeing flowers *Post Mockingjay 4. crazy cat *Post Mockingjay Crack 5. peeta davidson *In Panem AU Crack 6. connecting with nature *Post Mockingjay 7. a thousand +101 word slow burn *In Panem AU 8. a picture’s worth a thousand +101 words *Fic Art 9. anything but goodbye *Canon Compliant 10. the pardon *Post Mockingjay Sister Wife-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: In a post war Panem, the male denizens of the districts sacrificed their life to free their people from the corruption of the Capitol, endangering the population of the country. The Sister Wife Initiative was put in place to encourage the procreation of a new generation. But no system is without flaw. Small Changes-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta and Katniss through the years as friends on the verge of something more. Soulmates-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: In The New Republic of Panem, your soul mark will pair you with your mate. What happens when the person you want has a mark that doesn't match? Swan Song-flythroughflames (ff) Summary: In-Panem AU. Capitol escort Katniss Everdeen and tribute stylist Peeta Mellark share a moment before their first Hunger Games. Taking in Water-flythroughflames (ff) Summary: In-Panem AU. "His work is back-breaking, his circumstances hellish at times, but he's lucky. He's alive and he has Katniss with him. He knows it could be so much worse." The Dark Cloud-LastLeaf (ao3) Summary: In an alternate timeline in which Katniss and Peeta are never in the Games, a misunderstanding throws them together one evening. But Katniss has a secret - one that threatens her way of life and any blossoming relationship with the boy with the bread.
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mythuzalasheir3 · 1 month ago
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Once Upon a Time In Hatchetfield Mashup AU Master Post
Okay chat, since I’m intending to be posting more about my Once Upon A Time x Hatchetfield Mashup AU and writing more of it because to be honest, I love it so much :)))
So, loose plot of Once Upon a Time is that the Evil Queen, Regina, cast a Dark Curse™️ on the Enchanted Forest (AKA fairytale land), sending everyone to the real world, where they have no memories of who they really are. 28 frozen in time years later, bailbondsperson Emma Swan is found on her 28th birthday by Mayor Regina Mills’ adopted son, Henry, who’s biologically Emma’s.
They go to Storybrooke, Maine, and Henry tells Emma about the curse and the fact that she is the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, who sent her in a magical wardrobe to be free of the curse so she could stop it as prophesied by Rumplestiltskin, a dark wizard known as the Dark One.
Season One loosely follows a fairytale of the week format while furthering the overarching plots of both the Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke.
So I decided to mash it up with Hatchetfield just to see what happens :))) It’s so awesome I love it :))
Cast list (just the most plot relevant in season 1/cool casting):
The Evil Queen/Regina Mills: Solomon Lauter
Snow White/Mart Margaret Blanchard: Pete Spankoffski
Prince Charming/David Nolan: Steph Lauter
Emma Swan: An OC Lautski child named Helen
Henry Mills: An OC named Sammy
Rumplestiltskin/Mr Gold: Ted Spankoffski
Princess Abigail/Kathryn Nolan: Max Jagerman
Jiminy Cricket/Archie Hopper: Duke Keane
Blue Fairy/Mother Superior: Miss Holloway
August W Booth/Pinocchio: Alice Woodward
Marco nolastname/Gepetto: Bill Woodward
Red Riding Hood/Ruby Lucas: Emma Perkins
Granny Lucas: Nora Nolastname
Cinderella/Ashley Boyd: Ruth Fleming
Prince Thomas/Sean nolastname: Richie Lipschitz
If this sounds like fun to you, please give it a read :))
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ilikebookssomuch · 5 months ago
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hello hi yes this is pt 3 of my kidnapping Sophie & Dex au so yeah anyway. No one has told me if they do or don't want to be tagged so I'll just keep tagging the few people I know and if you want to be tagged then tell me :)
(also I promise this gets sadder but we aren't to the truly good part yet. Soon.)
Mr. Forkle’s POV
  Errol L. Forkle, the elf who created Project Moonlark, was at a loss for words. The Collective stood around him, along with Tinker, Calla, Lur, Mitya, and Physic. Squall, who was a Froster and used her ability to crust herself in ice to conceal her identity, was the first to speak. 
“I just got back from Havenfield. Grady and Edaline are a mess, and so far there has been no sign of Sophie or Dex,” her voice caught on the last few words, and she leaned against the wall of the treehouse. The Black Swan had decided to meet in Alluveterre, a hideout consisting of two massive treehouses with a gazebo in the center. 
Everyone was gathered around in the boy’s common room, but no one was relaxed in the slightest. Mr. Forkle tore his hands through his hair, asking Tinker, their Technopath, if she was getting anything from the registry feeds of the kids.
“Nothing,” Tinker spoke very little, and today was no exception.
He knew that if Tinker, who was without a doubt the best Technopath he’d ever met, couldn’t track down Sophie or Dex, it was a very bad thing. The only other time that had happened was when Jolie…. No. He wouldn’t give up so soon. 
“We’ll keep searching. Lur, Mitya, can you travel to Havenfield? Perhaps the earth will give us clues.” 
The two gnomes nodded and slipped away. 
“Granite and I will consult the Council. The rest of you are free to go. Physic, go to Slurps and Burps and stock up on healing elixirs and balms. I suspect we’ll need them.” Physic nodded, her emerald-studded mask swaying. After she leaped away, he turned to the remainder of the group. 
“You are all welcome to stay here, but I think Squall has family matters she must attend to.” Mr. Forkle looked pointedly at Squall's frozen form. With that, he took Granite’s rocky hand, raised his pathfinder, and stepped into the beam of shimmering light.
Twelve glimmering castles came into view as the warm rush of light faded. Granite and Mr. Forkle found Emery’s bold sapphire blue castle after a few minutes of searching. Mr. Forkle used the ornate door-knocker, waiting precisely eighty-three seconds until a dark-skinned face with a sapphire-studded circlet answered the door. 
“What are you doing here? And who are you two?” Emery asked, glancing at Mr. Forkle’s bloated skin and Granite’s statue-like appearance. 
“We must save the introductions for later. We’re here about two young elves that have seemingly gone missing. Do you have any inkling as to where they might be?” Mr. Forkle asked, shoving the door open to reveal a luxurious room full of blue and white furniture. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, which stretched high above their heads. 
“If you’re talking about Mr. Dizznee and Miss Foster, no. We are trying our best to track them down, but wherever they are, they clearly didn’t take their registry pendants. There hasn’t been a signal from either of them since yesterday evening. And I must ask again, who are you? What do the children have to do with you?” said Emery, a note of confusion creeping into his voice.
“You can stop trying to surpass our mental defenses, Councilor Emery. We both sensed you the second you furrowed your brow in concentration,” Granite said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pathfinder.
Emery’s face morphed into shock, and as Mr. Forkle was pulled away by the light, he heard Emery say, “Are you with the Black Swan?”
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jrob64 · 11 months ago
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Hitting a High Note - A CS Modern AU Christmas Story
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Merry Christmas everyone! While looking through my library of stories, I realized I've never written a Christmas story and decided to remedy that.
Special thanks and a very Merry Christmas to my loyal beta @hookedmom who has already agreed to stick with me and my muse through the New Year.
SUMMARY: Emma Swan talks her friend Killian Jones into going Christmas caroling, but she gets more than she bargains for when she hears him sing.
Rating: G (pure Christmas fluff!)
Words: 6227 (one-shot)
Also posted to Ao3 and ffn
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Killian Jones buttoned his black pea coat, then wrapped a festive green and gold scarf around his neck. After pulling a red knit cap onto his head, he checked his reflection in the mirror above his dresser and arranged his hair so that a few strands fell artfully over his forehead.
“I can’t believe she talked me into doing this,” he grumbled under his breath, but in truth, he absolutely could believe it. Emma Swan would be able to talk him into just about anything, seeing as how he was utterly and completely in love with her.
If only he was brave enough to tell her.
It wasn’t love at first sight for him. The first time he laid eyes on her was at the end of his second week in Storybrooke. She was tucked into her boyfriend’s side at The Rabbit Hole, a local hangout. That boyfriend happened to be Walsh Osterfeld, one of the most arrogant and irritating men Killian ever had the misfortune of meeting. He made the assumption then and there that the blonde who looked happy to have Walsh’s arm wrapped around her was just as bad as him.
But you know what they say about assuming.
In the weeks following that initial introduction, Emma frequently visited the library where Killian had just begun working. It turned out she was quite the bookworm, dispelling his theory that she wasn’t very intelligent, formulated solely because of who she was dating.
Usually, Killian politely waited on her while speaking minimally, but when she checked out a book written by his favorite author, he complimented her choice. Looking up at her when he handed her the receipt, he was frozen in place by the sparkle in her emerald eyes as she gave him a rather shy smile.
“Thanks,” she replied. “My ex told me he hated this author, and since he and I ended up not having much in common, I figured it was worth giving one of these books a try.”
“Your ex, huh?” Killian couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“Yeah, we recently broke up.”
“Sorry to hear that,” he mumbled, though he was not at all sorry.
“Don’t be. We dated just long enough for me to figure out he’s very annoying.”
“So, just a few minutes, then?” Killian quipped, then realized his mistake.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why would you say that?”
He felt his face heat with embarrassment as he reached up to scratch nervously behind his ear. “Oh, um, I…I saw you at The Rabbit Hole a while back and you were, uh, pretty cozy with Walsh Osterfeld. I’m not a fan of his.”
Emma looked surprised. “How do you know him?”
“When my brother was setting up his accounting office, he and I went to Osterfeld’s store in search of furniture. He tried to sell Liam the most expensive pieces on display and when Liam said he wasn’t interested, Walsh treated him like he wasn’t worth his time. I convinced Liam to leave and we hired Marco Booth to make everything he needed for half the price of what Osterfeld was asking.”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Emma responded. “He treated all of my friends pretty much the same way - like they didn’t measure up to his standards. I got tired of it rather quickly.”
Killian hummed, then leaned forward to tap his finger on the cover of the book she held. “Well, I truly think you’ll like this. Hopefully, I’ll be working when you return it and you’ll be able to give me your review.”
“Chances of that are pretty good, because you seem to be here nearly every time I come in lately. You haven’t worked here long, have you?”
“Only a few weeks. My brother and I moved here after I recuperated from surgery.” He held up the prosthetic at the end of his left arm. “Liam hated living in a big city and since I no longer had a job, I decided to make the move with him. Once tax season was over in April, he quit his job at an accounting firm in Boston because he was planning to open an office here. The bonus is that Storybrooke is a harbor town. Liam and I both like being near the water.”
“How did you find out about Storybrooke? It’s a pretty obscure place.”
“Do you know August Booth?”
“Yeah, he goes to my church. Marco’s son.”
“That’s the one. He’s my brother’s friend and former college roommate. He told Liam there weren’t any accountants in this town. ”
“I’ve seen your brother’s office. I’ll probably be requiring his services on April 14th next year.”
He chuckled. “Even though he’s very good, we hope not everyone in town waits until the last day of tax season to employ him.”
“You’re good at what you do, too,” she commented.
“Well, it doesn’t take a genius to work in a library.”
“Maybe not, but it does take someone who is helpful, knowledgeable about books, and treats people with respect. I’m Emma Swan, by the way,” she said, offering him her hand.
He shook it. “Killian Jones, at your service.”
That was the beginning of their friendship. He started to look forward to her frequent visits to the library and their impromptu discussions about books and other things. He found himself telling her about the accident that cost him his hand and job in construction. He explained that with the settlement he received from workman’s compensation, combined with his savings, he was able to afford to move and take a job that, although it paid less, was far more enjoyable.
Soon, they were meeting in the mornings for coffee before she left for her job at a flower shop, and watching movies at each other’s apartment on evenings when he didn’t work. Her friends became his as they hung out together at The Rabbit Hole on the weekends, and attended the same church.
When the announcement about Christmas caroling appeared in the church bulletin, Killian didn’t give it a second thought. Singing in the shower was one thing, singing in public was quite another. But when Emma asked him to come along, explaining how much fun it was to sing to people who were shut-ins, lonely, or just needed some Christmas spirit, he caved. Now he’s a man in love with a woman who liked him only as a friend, doing something that took him way out of his comfort zone.
He had never been Christmas caroling before, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. He did know it would only be a small group of them singing though, which made him a little nervous. He felt more comfortable fading into the background in the middle of a crowd.
When he was growing up, his vagabond father moved their family often, not staying in any one place longer than a year or two. Liam took it as a challenge, making new friends and trying to fit in at every new school and neighborhood, but Killian grew more withdrawn and quiet. Even as an adult, he avoided situations which would draw attention to himself.
His phone buzzed on the dresser. Pulling himself out of his morose thoughts, he picked it up and read the message.
E: See you in 10 if you don’t chicken out.
The gif of a squawking chicken accompanying the text made him laugh. Emma had a knack for finding funny gifs and memes, which always brought a smile to his face. His thumb hit the microphone key and he spoke into his phone to record a return message.
K: I won’t chicken out as long as there are donuts & hot chocolate afterwards, as promised.
E: There better be, or I’m gonna be one cranky caroler.
After sending a laughing emoji, he stuffed the phone into the front pocket of his jeans, checked his reflection one more time, and left the small house he shared with Liam.
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Emma fluffed out her blond hair over the collar of her red winter coat and adjusted the buffalo plaid scarf around her neck. After tugging a gray beanie onto her head, she checked her reflection in the mirror, applied some tinted lip gloss, and gave herself a small nod of approval.
She felt a little guilty being so concerned with how she looked, because the idea of Christmas caroling was to make other people feel good. Besides, she was going with a group of her best friends, so it wasn’t a matter of trying to impress anyone.
Except Killian Jones.
“You are such an idiot,” she quietly admonished herself. “He’s just a friend and you’re not supposed to be looking for someone to date. Remember the promise you made to yourself after you broke up with Walsh?” she asked her reflection.
Just thinking about her ex-boyfriend made her cringe. She kicked herself many times over agreeing to go out with him. He was pompous, domineering and snobby, all things she despised in a person. Although, to be fair, she didn’t know those things when she first started dating him. They came to light gradually as she spent more time with him, leaving her with the feeling that she wasn’t a very good judge of character.
She didn’t think she was wrong about Killian, though. He was sweet, sincere, considerate and humble; any woman would be lucky to date him. Maybe she should try setting him up with someone. He was still fairly new in town, and hadn’t met all of her friends yet. Belle had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and Mary Margaret’s teacher friends, Aurora and Jasmine, weren’t seeing anyone.
She wondered if he was even interested in dating. In all the time they’d known each other, he never mentioned a significant other. Maybe he had a girlfriend back in Boston and just didn’t talk about her. Or maybe, like her, he’d been in a bad relationship and swore off dating.
Regardless, she was going to be late if she kept musing about him. Grabbing her purse off of the bed, she dug through it for her keys, then left her apartment and hurried outside to her car parked along the curb.
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Emma and Killian pulled up to the church simultaneously and parked beside each other. After unbuckling her seatbelt, she swung her car door open, got out and slammed it shut. She might love her little yellow bug, but it had some issues, such as the door popping back open if you didn’t shut it hard enough.
“Hey, Jones,” she called, walking around the back of her car to meet him. “Went with a sock hat, I see.”
“Pardon me?” he asked, puzzlement apparent on his stupidly handsome face.
“Your hat. I thought you would wear something different.”
She watched him scratch behind his ear, a habit she found quite adorable. “What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Maybe a top hat with a sprig of holly?”
“I agreed to Christmas carol, not to look like I belong in the ‘Christmas Carol’,” he replied, rolling his eyes.
Emma giggled. It seemed nobody could make her laugh more than Killian Jones, with his dry but sharp sense of humor.
“Are you ready to do this?” she asked, beginning to walk up the sidewalk to the church.
He fell into step beside her. “Uh, I guess.”
“You don’t sound very sure.”
“I’ve never gone caroling before,” he admitted.
She threaded her arm through his left elbow. “Well, there’s a first time for everything. It’ll be fun, you’ll see.”
He hummed and patted her arm with his right hand. “If you say so, Swan.”
“I do.”
They entered the church lobby and saw that most of the other carolers were already there. Ashley and her husband, Shawn, Mary Margaret and David, Ruby, Belle, Elsa, Anna and her fiancé Kris, and a few other people from their church - around fifteen in all.
“We’ll be singing to eight elderly church members and then going over to a nursing home,” Mary Margaret informed them as soon as they joined the cluster of people. “Since they’re spread out all over town, we’ll need to drive from place to place. We’ve already determined who is driving and who will be in each car. The two of you will be with us in my car. David will drive.”
“Why can’t I drive?” Emma asked.
“Perhaps because we all value our lives,” Killian teased, tongue in cheek.
“Hey!” Emma protested. “I’m an excellent driver!”
“It’s not your driving skills we question, Swan. It’s that dodgy excuse for a car.”
She glared at him. “Insult my car at your own risk, Jones.”
“I just did,” he assured her.
They realized the rest of the group had started to file out of the church, so they followed along, still arguing about her car. In front of them, Mary Margaret and David shared amused looks.
Just as Emma and Killian were settling into the back seat, there was a knock on Emma’s window. She looked over to see August peering in at her. “Got room for one more?” he asked, loud enough to be heard through the glass.
“Uh, sure,” Emma said, opening the door, then sliding over to the middle of the seat. August squeezed in beside her and she scooted even closer to Killian.
“Thanks,” August said. “I lost track of the time and was afraid I would be left behind.”
“It’s good to have you with us,” David commented as he put the car in drive and followed Kris’s vehicle out of the parking lot.
“Hey, August,” Killian greeted, leaning forward to speak around Emma.
“Hey, yourself,” August smiled. “Is Liam in one of the other cars?”
“No, I invited him to come, but he’s an old Scrooge and said it was too cold. It’s probably for the best, though. He’s a terrible singer.”
Emma elbowed him sharply. “Be nice.”
“Ouch!” Killian exclaimed. “Are you trying to break a rib, Swan?”
“Stop being so dramatic. You probably didn’t even feel it through all your layers of clothes.”
He continued to rub his side. “Once you hear my brother sing, you’re going to realize I was right, and then you’ll owe me an apology for bruising me.”
“I hate to say it, but I agree with Killian on this one,” August piped up. “Liam and I were fraternity brothers at college, and hearing him sing the Alma Mater had me wishing I could transfer to another university.”
Everyone in the car began to laugh. “Poor Liam,” Mary Margaret said when it died down. “We shouldn’t be making fun of him when he’s not even here to defend himself.”
“Liam is plenty talented,” Killian said. “Just not in singing.”
“Oh, don’t forget to buckle your seatbelts,” Mary Margaret stated, ever the designated mom of the group.
Killian felt Emma’s hand reach down between their hips and brush against his butt as she searched for hers, and he leaned toward her to say, “Um, that’s not your seatbelt, Love.”
She jerked her hand away quickly and he chuckled when he saw color fill her cheeks. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Think nothing of it.” He reluctantly moved closer to the door and pulled the buckles between them free so they could fasten their belts. “Maybe someday I can return the favor,” he continued, flirtateously waggling his eyebrows at her.
As he expected, she rolled her eyes at him playfully, then turned to ask August a question. Killian rubbed his gloved hand and prosthesis against his jean-clad knees, and looked out his window toward the sideview mirror, only to see Mary Margaret’s face reflected in it. His eyes widened and he felt himself blush when he saw the sly smile and sparkle in her eyes as her gaze bounced between himself and Emma.
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The first stop was a learning experience for Killian. He stood in the middle of the group and sang along softly, but mostly just watched the rest of the carolers and the recipients of their songs. Observing the smiles on all of their faces, his heart filled with the joy of the season
Marco’s house was the next stop and after they piled out of their car, August went inside to get his father. While they waited for him to bundle up and make his appearance, Killian edged closer to where Emma stood chatting with Mary Margaret.
When the dark-haired woman noticed his presence, she gave him a conspiratorial smile and subtly took a step to the side, leaving a gap beside Emma, which Killian filled immediately. He always liked listening to her voice as she sang the hymns in church and wanted to hear her sing the beautiful Christmas carols.
He watched her bounce on her toes and rub her upper arms briskly, breath coming out in steamy clouds. “Cold, Swan?” he asked.
“A little, but I don’t mind. It just makes me look forward to the hot chocolate even more.”
“I’m sure Marco will appreciate our caroling,” he said, stepping closer to her, hoping to block the wind a bit.
“Yeah, he will. He appreciates everything. I love his cheery outlook on life.”
“Aye, he’s a sweet soul…”
At that moment, the front door opened and Marco stepped out, followed by August, who descended the steps to rejoin the group. Mary Margaret began singing “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing” and everyone else joined in immediately.
When the song ended, Marco applauded, a smile lighting up his weathered face. “Now don’t be afraid to sing a little louder,” he said. “These old ears don’t work so well anymore!”
They appeased him by adding more volume to “Jingle Bells” followed by “Up on the Housetop”, complete with all the hand motions.
“Let’s do one more,” David said.
“Dad’s favorite carol is ‘The First Noel’,” August shared.
Everyone nodded their agreement and once again, Mary Margaret started the song. By this time, Killian felt more comfortable and confident in his singing, his clear tenor voice gaining volume. Every now and then, he saw Emma glancing at him, giving him a somewhat quizzical look. He briefly wondered what she was thinking, but he was enjoying himself and didn’t dwell on it.
When he hit the high note on the final ‘noel’ of the song, he was watching Marco’s beaming face, so he failed to see the look of awe on Emma’s.
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After bidding Marco goodbye and returning to their cars to travel to the next place, Emma sat wedged between August and Killian, trying to evaluate the feelings washing over her. Of course she liked Killian, and of course she found him attractive. She was a heterosexual female, after all. But after months of convincing herself that he was nothing more than her friend, suddenly her eyes were opened to the truth - she had feelings for him that went much deeper than simply friendship. It was as if that high note he sang hit her right in the heart.
“Alright there, Swan?”
She startled at his question and shook herself out of her musing. “Oh, um, yeah. I’m fine, just a bit chilly,” she replied, not looking at him. She didn’t want to risk him reading her thoughts.
Killian reached over to adjust the temperature setting on the console in front of her. His arm brushed against her leg, causing a rush of warmth through her that had nothing to do with the car’s heating system.
“Thank you,” she murmured, wondering why she hadn’t thought of doing that herself, while at the same time knowing it was because her mind was elsewhere. For the rest of the ride to the next location, she engaged August in conversation.
As the evening progressed, Emma somewhat successfully redirected her thoughts to the fun and joyful activity. Whenever they gathered to sing, she intended to put some distance between herself and Killian, but was magnetically drawn to him and his melodious voice.
After caroling at all of their scheduled stops, they made their way back to the church, where volunteers had coffee, hot chocolate and donuts waiting for them in the community room. Emma picked up her warm beverage and snack, then busied herself talking to Elsa and Anna. She saw Killian sitting with David and Mary Margaret, but didn’t join them as she normally would. Once her conversation with the sisters was over, she noticed Killian heading her way and quickly tossed her trash in the bin, then ducked into the restroom.
When she emerged several minutes later, Killian was leaning against the wall beside the door. “Swan, are you avoiding me?” he asked.
“What? No!” she immediately responded. “What makes you think that?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems like you’ve been talking to everyone except me this evening. Have I done something to upset you?”
Her fingers began toying with the chain around her neck, a nervous habit of hers. “No, Killian, you haven’t done anything wrong. I just…I guess I was busy catching up with some of my other friends.”
Killian scratched behind his ear, a nervous habit of his own. “Sorry, Swan. I didn’t mean to accuse you. Of course you have other friends and want to talk to them. I shouldn’t have been so sensitive.”
Emma felt bad. Here he was apologizing when she had been avoiding him most of the evening. “Don’t worry about it, Killian. Like I said, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Looking around, she realized many people were getting ready to leave. “I think I’m gonna say goodbye to Mary Margaret and David and call it a night.”
“I think I’ll do the same.”
They walked together to the table where the couple still sat. After chatting with them for a few moments, Killian helped Emma into her coat and donned his own, then they exited the building. There was an awkward silence as they walked side-by-side toward their cars and she knew it was her fault. They usually spoke so freely and easily to each other, but now, her discomfort and confusion over her newly discovered feelings was driving an invisible wedge between them.
They reached her car and Killian yanked the driver’s side door handle, but it wouldn’t budge.
“You have to have the magic touch,” Emma stated. After breathing on the side of her balled fist, she rapped it on the doorframe just above the handle, then grinned at him triumphantly when she pulled on it and it instantly opened.
He was unimpressed. “I don’t think you need the magic touch, I think you need a tow truck,” he said dryly, rolling his eyes.
Giving a little huff, she settled behind the steering wheel. “My car might not be as fancy as yours,” she said, eyeing his Chevy Chevelle parked beside hers, “but it gets me where I want to go.”
“If you say so, Love,” he sighed. “Drive home safely.”
“I will,” she promised, then closed the door and fastened her seat belt. The VW’s engine roared to life, she pushed in the clutch, then shifted into reverse. After backing out of the parking space and putting it into gear, she waved at him and pulled out of the parking lot.
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Killian watched the dilapidated bug until it turned the corner, before he got into his own vehicle. As he traveled home, he wondered about Emma’s behavior throughout the evening. Everything seemed perfectly normal for the first couple of stops, but after caroling to Marco, she hardly said another word to him.
He racked his brain to figure out what he did to upset her, but couldn’t come up with anything. When they were in the car, she was either talking to August or appeared to be lost in thought. After arriving back at the church, he thought she would join Mary Margaret, David and himself at their table. He didn’t think anything of her talking to Elsa and Anna instead of sitting with them, until he was walking over to ask if he could get her another hot cocoa. She still had a small piece of donut left, but when she saw him coming, she tossed it in the trash and hurried into the bathroom.
It was at that point that he realized she was avoiding him for some reason. Even though she walked with him to her car, she still hardly said anything to him.
The Christmas caroling was fun. He thoroughly enjoyed the fellowship with the other singers and seeing the obvious pleasure the caroling brought to the recipients, but as he drove home, he had a hollow feeling in his gut. He wished he knew why Emma suddenly seemed uncomfortable in his presence.
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Emma couldn’t sleep. Once she got home after Christmas caroling, she soaked in a hot bath for a while, then tried to read, but her thoughts kept drifting, so she finally gave up and went to bed. Now, she was lying wide awake, while memories of the last seven months ran through her mind.
When had she developed romantic feelings for Killian Jones? And more importantly, what was she going to do about it?
She never had any luck with dating. Oh, she’d been asked out plenty of times, but it usually ended up being a one time thing. The only two guys she went out with more than once were Neal and Walsh, and both turned out to be losers. Maybe the problem was that she set her standards so high, nobody could meet them.
Killian Jones might just prove her wrong…if she gave him a chance.
Rolling onto her side, she stretched to grab her phone off of the nightstand and checked the time. Seeing that it was only a few minutes after eleven, she sighed. She felt like she had been in bed for hours, tossing and turning, trying to clear her mind of the swirling thoughts.
Almost subconsciously, she tapped on her messages app and scrolled through until she reached the thread with Killian. They sometimes texted late in the evenings, so she was sure he wouldn’t mind.
E: Are you awake?
K: No. Sound asleep.
E: Liar.
K: What’s up?
Emma hesitated before answering, debating whether or not to take a risk. Killian had become a good friend and she had no idea if his feelings were anything like her own. If she admitted them, would it ruin their friendship, or lead to something wonderful?
Finally, she made a decision.
E: Can I call you?
Within seconds, his name appeared on her screen as an incoming call. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and answered, “Hey, I hope you don’t mind me texting you so late.”
“Not at all, Swan. What’s on your mind?”
“I, uh, I wanted to apologize for tonight. You were right - I was avoiding you.”
There was a long pause before he replied in a quiet voice, “May I ask why?”
It was her turn to pause as she tried to establish what she wanted to say. “I didn’t know you had such a great singing voice.”
“My voice is what caused you to avoid me?” he asked incredulously.
“No, I…it’s just that I…” She heaved a sigh. “I’m screwing this all up.”
“Screwing what up?”
“My apology and my…confession.”
“Confession?” he asked, his tone heavy with confusion. “What are you confessing?”
“I…you know what? Just forget it. This is a conversation I’d really rather have in person.”
She heard him clear his throat. When he spoke his next words, she had to strain to hear him. “I can be there in fifteen minutes, Emma.”
“Killian, I’m not asking you to come over in the middle of the…”
“I know you’re not asking, but I’m offering. Is that alright with you?”
Emma plucked at her blanket, knowing she probably wouldn’t get any sleep until she talked to him. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Positive. I’ll change clothes and be there as soon as possible.”
“Thanks, Killian. Drive carefully.”
After his assurance that he would, she hopped out of bed and tugged a hoodie over her pajama top. Then she began pacing the floor as she waited, trying to compose in her head what she was going to say.
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Killian was never so glad that Storybrooke was small, since Emma lived on the opposite side of town. It also worked in his favor that the streets were nearly deserted and the town sheriff was likely snoozing in the police station, because he couldn’t help going a little over the speed limit to try to get there quicker.
His mind was racing, replaying what Emma said over the phone. A confession. What could that mean? Was she going to confess she didn’t want to be his friend anymore, or maybe she was dating someone? Engaged? Secretly married?
Stop it, he commanded himself. Of course she wasn’t married or engaged, or surely he would have found that out in the last several months.
Still, a confession usually meant something that was hard to admit. Could she possibly have feelings for him that went beyond friendship? Dare he hope for that?
Finally arriving at her apartment, he pulled up to the curb, cut the engine, and took a couple of deep, calming breaths. In a few minutes, he would find out whatever it was Emma wanted to confess. He just hoped he could handle it.
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Emma was still trying to figure out what she was going to say, when she heard a soft knock on her door. Always the gentleman, she knew Killian wouldn’t want to wake her neighbors by knocking too loudly.
She gave herself a quick pep talk as she crossed the living room, then turned the knob and opened the door. If she hadn’t been so focused on the upcoming conversation, she would have laughed at her friend’s untidy appearance. He wore a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and a navy blue hoodie with ‘Adidas’ emblazoned on the front in white letters. His usually neatly combed hair looked like he’d run his hand through it numerous times and she saw a bit of toothpaste at the corner of his mouth.
Stepping aside, she waved him into the room. “Thanks for coming over.”
“Not a problem, Love,” he said.
She closed the door and turned to face him. It was obvious he was just as nervous as her by the way he rubbed at the nape of his neck. “Do you want to sit down?” she offered.
“Uh, sure.”
He sat on the edge of the sofa and she dropped down onto the other end of it, fidgeting with the drawstring of her hoodie. After several moments of tense silence, she said, “I guess I owe you an explanation for why I acted the way I did tonight.”
“You don’t owe me anything, but I’ll listen if you want to tell me.”
She gave him a small smile and he encouraged her with a slight nod. “I…we, um, we’ve known each other for over seven months now, right?”
“We met in May, so that sounds about right.”
“You’ve become a good friend to me, Killian. You’re easy to talk to and you always make me laugh, no matter how bad of a mood I’m in. But tonight, when I heard you sing, it was…it was like a switch flipped and suddenly I realized I feel…different towards you.”
When she paused for a few moments, he coaxed her to continue. “What do you mean by different, Swan?”
Slowly, she pulled her eyes up to meet his, and the gentleness she saw in the blue depths gave her the courage to go on. “My feelings have gone beyond friendship. I…I think I’m falling for you.”
Holding her breath, she awaited his response. The stunned expression on his face had her rethinking her decision to tell him, but the grin that slowly stretched across his handsome features soon pushed that thought away.
“I’m really happy to hear that, Emma, and I must say that it’s about bloody time!” he blurted, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
It was her turn to be stunned. “Wha-...does that mean that…that you…”
“I’m falling for you?” he said, completing her question. “I already did a long time ago.”
“Y-you did? But why didn’t you tell me?”
He nervously scratched behind his ear. “I didn’t think you were ready to hear it and I was afraid my confession would drive you away.”
“That’s why I was hesitant to tell you, too.” She paused and squinted at him. “You said a long time ago. Just how long?”
“Remember that day in August when you talked me into going to the beach with you? I was so self-conscious about taking my prosthesis off and letting you see my stump, but you grabbed me by the wrist to lead me out to the water like it didn’t bother you at all.”
“Of course it doesn’t. I’m a fan of every part of you, Killian,” she said, reaching out to take his prosthesis in her hand. “That was a long time ago. You kept your feelings hidden really well.”
“It wasn’t easy, but now,” he said, moving closer to her on the couch, “I don’t have to hide them anymore."
“No, you don’t,” she agreed, moving easily into his arms and peering up into his face; the look of pure adoration he wore melting her heart, while at the same time, making it beat faster.
Without a doubt, she knew she made the right decision.
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It has to be a dream, Killian’s mind was telling him. Emma just confessed having romantic feelings for him and now she was in his arms, looking for all the world like she wanted to kiss him. This couldn’t really be happening, could it?
There’s only one way to find out, he reasoned. Closing the distance between them, he brushed his lips against hers, then pulled back enough to see her chasing after him, clearly wanting more. Who was he to deny her?
The moment their lips connected in a deeper kiss, the sparks flew. What he had been thinking for months was confirmed; he truly was in love with Emma Swan.
He would have happily continued kissing her for the rest of the night (or of his life), but a need for oxygen superseded his plans. Slowly opening his eyes, he took in the look of complete bliss on her face. “Emma?” he whispered.
When her beautiful green eyes blinked open, he saw the same happiness he was feeling reflected in them. “Yeah?” she breathed.
“I’m way past falling for you. I’m in love with you.”
It was his turn to hold his breath as he waited for her response, but not for long. Immediately, she surged forward to kiss him again. Then, as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, she replied, “Good, because I love you, too.”
Another breathtaking round of making out followed their declarations. Since neither of them was ready to let go of the other yet, they stretched out side-by-side on the couch, cuddling and kissing under a fleece blanket, while listening to Christmas music set to a crackling fire video on TV.
Soon, they were asleep in the arms of the person they loved. When Killian woke up In the morning with a crick in his neck from sleeping in an awkward position, he considered it well worth the pain.
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Emma sat in the church on Christmas Eve, listening to Killian sing a solo of ‘O Holy Night’. It had been a year since she declared her love for him and a lot had happened since then, not the least of which was him asking her to marry him.
When he hit the high note towards the end of the song, Emma felt the now familiar tingle run down her spine. She was sure his smooth, mellow voice would always have that effect on her. As the final notes of the song faded away, she met his eyes and knew he would see all of the love and pride shining in her own, even in the dimly lit sanctuary.
He rejoined her in the pew and she entwined their fingers, then leaned in to whisper, “It was absolutely perfect, my love.”
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A year ago, Killian didn’t want to sing loud enough for other people to hear; he never would have been brave enough to sing a solo in front of the whole congregation. Having Emma’s love changed that, along with so many other things in his life.
One thing that hadn’t changed was the fact that Emma is his best friend and soulmate. Having so few friends growing up, he cherished having someone with whom he could share everything. She is always there for him - listening, discussing, and cheering him on. Proposing to her was the easiest decision in the world.
It was her idea for him to sing a solo for the Christmas Eve service. As he prepared for it, he once again asked himself how she talked him into it, but the answer was the same as it was last year, when he made the momentous decision to go Christmas caroling.
He was utterly and completely in love with Emma Swan.
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Been awhile since I haven't drawn any Tabaluga lately, not since that I've finally got a chance to watch the Kristin Fairlie version online since I first found the Mackenzie Ziegler version from it's Alternate Stupid Title, "Ice Princess Lilly" only to fool a lot of people into thinking it was a Frozen knock-off from a Regular Old Dollar Store. Though it's still not a big surprise from Me for the US to give out some CGI Movie Adaptations of Kids Shows from an Old Decade under their own Cheap Titles like "Here Comes The Grump" to "A Wizard's Tale" and even "The Magic Roundabout" to "Doogal" (seriously, the last one sucked ass. Even though I haven't had a chance to watch the British version, I heard a lot of good things about the OG version of that Other Adaptation much better than how Weinstein butchered it with their own Pop Culture references).
So I had a small talk with my Friend, @djinarocks of how we loved Tabaluga and how that Arktos is one of our Favorite Villains of Musical Theatres (compare to Von Rothbart from "Swan Lake" and even The Mouse King from "The Nutcracker") after I introduced her to this German Franchise.
While that both Me and My Friend love Obscure Media a whole lot, we both ship Tabaluga/Lilli together as a Romeo and Juliet like pairing (since these Two Elemental Kids did reminded Me a lot of that Other Elemental Romeo and Juliet Movie made by Sanrio (not to be confused with the Pixar one that is)). During in one of our conversations, we talked about on how we wondered if Lilli didn't leave Iceland and started her own New Life up in Space if Arktos did raised her and treated her as his own Actual Heir (something as if his own Mother would've liked to have Grandchildren if the Son were to pass the Whole "Dictator" thing to his own Children like a Family Thing).
If you're one of the Fans who both love the Musical and the Show other than the Movie, you'd probably would know that Arktos created Her, only to lure Tabaluga in for exchange of his Fire (in which the 2018 Adaptation did by its own self, but without the Whole "Give Your Own Fire to Me" thing and replace it into having "One Last Hero to be Killed" scenario that made Arktos into a much more Sinister Creepy Dragon Genocidal Monster as an Akin Contrast to the OG Arktos). But since Me and My Friend had this "Thought" if Lilli didn't leave Iceland, what if Arktos had a different way with her? Something like raising a Heir and make them a Future Dictator for your own Country. If anything, that could've had make Lilli give her so much more character other than just a "Love Interest" (akin to the Movie's Lilli as well).
Basically, Arktos creates Lilli through Sculpture (but it goes different than the last one than in the show through a twist), instead of creating a Trap for Dragon Bait, he actually creates Lilli as a single heir of his own so that way she'd beat Tabaluga to rule all over the lands one day. After trying to wind her up with a Wind-Up Key, Arktos thought of a better solution by breathing her into Life to make her Real. He names his own Daughter, "Lilli" because after researching through a Book about Humans, he mispronounced the name "Lilith" (The First Wife of Adam) into "Lilli" and mistaken Her as Eve (Adam's True Wife) (because that's clearly how he created her according to some of the Musical's lore from what I can remember). Although while Tabaluga was deeply in love with Arktos' Humanoid Daughter, Arktos forbid their own love and didn't want to be a Father-In-Law to his own Arch-Nemesis (whose the Son of his First Enemy).
Teaching his own Child everything about Iceland Life, Lilli was somehow fascinated by the World of Greenland and wanted to explore around Other Countries instead invading to in which, She and Her Father have a Huge Conflict about. Unlike the Movie's Lilli, this AU Lilli has more personality than the one in the show of her single appearance; She is more Meek and Shy with a Quiet Personality but is still Curious about the Entire World that she demands to ask a Whole Lot of Questions (even if her Father dares to answer one of them). Despite their own disagreements, Arktos loved his own Daughter deeply similar to how his own Mother passed on her Son's Spoiled Love to Another (even James would still have to be Lilli's own Manny whenever his Penguin Butler would have to keep an eye on her whenever the Father's not around).
When Tabaluga got over his own crush for her after their first meeting, he basically decided on how to teach Lilli to be more "Independent" whenever she'd come and visit Greenland (either with or without her own Father), even with the help of her own Friends. Although that while most of the Greenlanders didn't like Lilli at first, the Ice Princess then expand more of her Kindness to her Surroundings as throughout her own Arc between Seasons 2-3, She and Tabaluga develop more of their Romance (instead of having a Rushed One). After the Frozen Defeat of Arktos, Lilli then decides for her own life that it is best to join her own Boyfriend and become the Rulers of both their own Lands after a Long Journey ahead of having Each of The Four Seasons be released every year as they start their own New Life together, thus, ending their own Families' hate feud.
I've probably should've had put this in my version of Tabaluga but oh well, at least this is probably from a Simple AU where if Lilli did had more Character than just being the Main Character's Love Interest. 🤷‍♀️
BTW, when I finally got a chance to watch the First English Dub Movie online, I was so Happy that I got a chance to seeing the Scene where Tabaluga and Lilli sing their own Love for Each Other from one of the Musicals and let me tell you it was sooooooo Adorable to see Tabaluga and Lilli's love for each other, which makes my Love for the Both of Them even more 🥰
And while that I still haven't checked out the Rest of the Musicals and their Songs (since I still can't understand German as Someone who wishes to learn more about Any Foreign Language for the Same Person who watches Foreign Cartoons all the time), I did try out the Original versions for "Devil In White" and "I'm Feeling You" as I still need to practice more of my own Tabaluga homework. XP
I was also afraid on how I would deal with my own first time drawing with Canon Arktos after doing my own version of Him (since his Left Arm was a bit hard for Me), but I think I nailed it after trying to draw out their own Canon Designs from the Franchise.
Arktos and Lilli (c) Peter Maffay, Rolf Zuckowski, and Gregor Rottschalk.
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bilightningwhumper · 7 months ago
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Old Intro (now unpinned)
Finally made a writing sideblog, so hi, hello, nice to meet you all.
Alright, so I've been mostly lurking in the whump tags the past couple years. While it's not new new to me, I'm still learning more of the tagging finese that's going on.
Appreciate any help and also maybe beta readers in future?
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But anyway, here's the stories I've been working on for my Ao3 (bilightningwriter for my username there):
Shadow of a Sheild*- Marvel omegaverse fanfic is currently centered around mostly my OCs Jamie (Steve Rogers' and Peggy Carter's daughter) and her love interest, Anna; though I'll have more scenes and/or separate simultaneous stories with other OCs (like Jamie's half+step siblings, Will and Becca) as well as other Marvel characters
Summary (current, to be edited):
Jamie Makayla Rogers (formerly Carter) is a girl displaced out of time. Much like her father, she was frozen in ice, but like his mate, she was forced into it. Now in the modern world, Jamie is struggling to communicate with the soldier who left her mother. Captain Steve Rogers. After all, until recently, he didn't even know she existed.
Steve Rogers suddenly has a pup, already almost grown. Avenging the world seems a simpler task than attempting to raise a teenager.
Main tropes/themes/etc:
Superheros
Whump
The New Eden Institution- whump omegaverse fics made to both get comfortable writing for myself again, as well as to mess with AI because I guess Omegaverse screws with it, lol; no greater motivation than being petty
Summary:
New Eden Institution: A Correctional Facility for the Troubled and In Need
Is your child in need of intervention before progressing into adulthood? We're here to help! Your dependent must 18 or older. Unfortunately, we have no program for Betas so far, though we strive to eventually help all troubled children. Guaranteed improvement and healing.
Main tropes/themes/etc:
Dystopia
Whump
Soulmates
Fairytales/Legends/etc
The fairytales I'm working on so far for it are as follows:
Little Mermaid
Red Riding Hood
Swan Lake
Rapunzel
Robin Hood
Beauty and the Beast + Cinderella (merged)
Mangst 2024- TNEI Edition Masterlist
Ao3 New Eden Institution series
Magic High School AU Collection*- Also unnamed; stories so far to be AUed are:
Lady and the Tramp
Swan Lake
Asterisks next to titles that are/will be restricted to users of Ao3 only because AI is ridiculous.
Main characters are all some combination of LGBT+ and/or neurodivergent (and I mean neurodivergent, not just the "nice disorders").
Warnings for these: SA is pretty prevalent in my stories, for personal reasons. Homophobic and transphobic characters (side characters are, not main ones, though some internalized for the main, but they get through it) as well as ableism. I've mostly stuck to what I personally know, so a lot of the main characters are white and not PoC, though I'm working on it, I just don't want to overstep or inadvertently be insensitive.
One thing I avoid is death, like killing off characters, especially the main ones. Big fan of "everybody lives."
That's it for now. I'll add more as I think of it.
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mermaidgirl30 · 9 months ago
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Wip Wednesday
@burntheedges Thank you for the tag!
Step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)
Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on
Feel free to leave me an Ask about any of these!
1.) Love Amidst the Blue (sailor! Joel x mermaid! reader)
Just one touch, that’s all he needs. One touch to make this dream a harsh reality as a mermaid sits right in front of him, right in his grasp.
2) Crimson Tango: A Dance of Diamonds and Revenge
Moulin Rouge au Joel. Joel is told not to touch any of the dancers as he’s hired on at the Moulin Rouge, but he can’t help himself when he sees you up on that stage.
3) Dbf! Joel (Currently working on ch 5 so here’s a snippet!)
“I’m nowhere near perfect,” he chuckles as he keeps his brown eyes on you, “I just know how much the trip meant to you, and there’s no way I’m letting that get taken from you. You wanna go? Then we’re going. I’m not gonna see you disappointed, baby. I’ll take you there myself, and I’m gonna make sure you enjoy every second of it,” he confirms as he drops his hands from your face.
You suck in a breath and slam into his broad chest as you wrap your arms tightly around him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you. God, I love you so much,” you breathe into his ear, feeling one of his hands come to cup the back of your head and the other wrapping around your waist.
“You’re so welcome. And I love you, too, sweetheart. Never gonna stop,” he says slowly into your ear, making every part of you completely lose it for him.
You lift your chin up and slowly plant your lips on his, letting the moment move slow, delicately, passionately. You sink into his weight and let him devour your lips, your tongue, your everything.
4. Tear You Apart (Working on part 2) dark! Joel
You stand there frozen, dropping the flashlight as it bangs with a clash on the ground. Joel slowly turns from his crouched position and scowls, flashing his sharp teeth in your direction.
“I said go away,” he growls, turning back to the lake as he claws the wet dirt beneath his hands and sucks in a painful breath.
“Don’t shut me out, Joel. Don’t turn your back on me again. Not after… not after we came so far.” Your voice shutters as a stray tear falls coldly down your cheek, your eyes blurring in the chill of the frigid night.
You take a step forward, and he stops you. “Don’t,” he warns, his voice like a sharp knife pulling down your spine.
“Why not?” you ask frightened, but you’re not scared of him. You’re scared of losing him.
“Because I’ll hurt you!” His voice is hurt, pain filling the void of the space between the two of you.
5. Dark Shades of Innocence Lost (club owner! Joel)
“I thought you didn’t want more. You said this was just hooking up, remember?” he asks blatantly, taking a step towards you out the door of the club, away from the noise of it all.
“I…I….” you choke, your words failing you as you remember that woman sitting next to him at the bar as he flirted back with her.
“You told me this wasn’t more. So tell me now. What. Do. You. Want?” His words are sharp, strict, wanting a clear answer from you now. And your mind is spinning, a messy blur as the words come out slurred.
“I want you, Joel! I want more. I just… I just…” Your words cut off when you see a man in the shadows lurking toward you. When you look up, you freeze. It’s him. Oh my God.
6. Dancing With Fire (Swan Lake ballet dancer x maintenance man! Joel)
“You decide what you want to do yet?” Joel’s words reach through the phone, and you wish he could be here right now with you. You wish he could hold you in his arms as you sink against his warmth, dissolve into nothing as you disappear from the spotlight.
“I have,” you answer back, voice shaking as you stare out onto the calm waters of your favorite childhood beach. You knew the answer, you were just scared to say it aloud.
No pressure tags and for anyone else who wants to do it! @mountainsandmayhem @janaispunk @tightjeansjavi @sweetercalypso @cinnamongorll
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ryutarotakedown · 1 year ago
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(i'm cross-posting my yuri shipping olympics pieces from dreamwidth so. have a susahao modern AU in these trying times?)
Prompt (from @transathenacykes): The dramatic de-masking of a superhero, and their loved one finding out who they are.
Haori hesitated, hovering above the other person's face. "I… Ryutaro, I'd like to take your mask off. To treat the burn wounds."
She'd expected resistance, expected words of protest. Most superheroes she'd treated had come around in the end, and the ones who didn't she acquiesced to. Haori firmly believed that all medical assistance had to be done with consent, after all. It would be fine if Ryutaro insisted on keeping his mask.
She didn't expect Ryutaro to make a sound like he was wounded. On the examination table he curled in on himself, turning away from Haori, as though her words had burned him more than the fire he'd run into.
"It's fine if you don't want to," Haori placated, "I understand—"
Ryutaro shook his head quickly. "That's not it." And oh — they were the first words he'd spoken since Haori had dragged him to her makeshift clinic, silent and trembling. Ryutaro didn't have his usual voice, Haori realized. He had a higher register, a more lilting way of speech, that she could detect even under the layers of rough disuse. He must have been disguising it with that vocal technology that had fallen off during the rescue.
It was a familiar voice. Someone she'd heard on the news? No, that didn't seem right…
"I need you to not — you can't be scared off, okay, Haori?" Was that fear? But why would a hero of Japan be afraid of some medical intern? "Please," Ryutaro said. "Don't — you have to promise."
"I promise," Haori said immediately. This had happened before, after all. Some vigilantes were ashamed of their true face, whether because of some perceived flaw with their appearance or because their everyday identity was well-known for other reasons. Haori was fairly good at keeping calm even in the most extreme scenarios by now.
But none of them had said her name like that. Like they… knew her somehow…
Wait.
"You're," Haori started, before falling silent as Ryutaro reached up to unclasp his mask —
And then there he was. There she was, staring back at her with those infinitely dark, familiar eyes.
Susato Mikotoba.
Her best friend.
"Su," Haori breathed.
Susato winced. That piercing gaze of hers fell from Haori's face to the floor. "I'm sorry for not telling you."
Haori’s mind was rapidly running through every time she had met Ryutaro. The hospital attack two months ago — pushing her into a supply closet and telling her to stay there, Murasame-san, don’t move before slipping back out into the fray. Later she would read about it in the newspaper — the first reported sighting of a new superhero, a silhouette wrapped in the classic Yuumei University cape who moved faster than a bolt of lightning, leaving his enemies unconscious with an impossibly fluid suplexing move. The media called it a Ryutaro Takedown.
And then the beach. That improbably swan-headed sea monster rising from the depths and fixing its gaze on her and Dr. Mikotoba, and she had frozen for half a second before Ryutaro was shoving them both out of the way. "Hao—Murasame-san, why are you here?" he'd said into her ear, a whisper that almost verged on panic.
"I, I thought Ms. Brett might have been up to something," she'd whispered back, watching in awe as electricity started to course on the surface of Ryutaro's gloves. He must have upgraded his suit in the time after the last attack…
Ryutaro sighed. "It looks like you were right. Don't let her see you, okay?" And before Haori could reply he was off, and soon the swan monster had been bound in a net and handed off to the authorities, and Ryutaro was gone.
The attacks had been growing in frequency lately, despite Minister Jigoku's reassurances. Haori didn't know how many times she'd seen a familiar silhouette darting past her in an alleyway and breathed easier. She had always known, somewhere in her irrational romantic heart, that Ryutaro would have her back.
And Susato…
Susato, who had grown more and more distant these past few weeks. Susato, who'd canceled every single movie night Haori tried to schedule, I'm really sorry, Haori-sama, something's come up — by the way, you still have that two-to-five shift at Father's hospital tomorrow, don't you? Susato who just yesterday had been sitting on the edge of Haori's bed and looking out the window while Haori demanded to know who had injured her knee so badly, because if she knew anything about her best friend it was that Su was never careless. Averting her gaze, the same way Ryutaro was doing on the examination table right now.
Because they were the same person.
Oh. Oh.
"I couldn't," Susato was saying, while Haori tried to claw her way out of her own stupor. "It would have put you and Father in danger, I wanted to tell you, Haori, I swear—"
"Susato," said Haori, and put her hand over the knee she knew she'd patched up yesterday. "It's okay."
Susato blinked. "It is?"
Haori fought down the hysterical scream that was building in her throat. "It's — we can talk about it later — your face, Su, I think you might have third-degree burns—"
Susato actually laughed at that. A short laugh laced with pain, but nonetheless. "I always wished I could have asked you about this mask. It's rather not up to safety regulations, is it?"
"I will make you a new one," Haori said fervently. "It's going to be so gallant and dashing and breathable, you'll sweep people off your feet every time, Su—" A thought occurred to her. "Wait, you're… still okay with me calling you Su, right?"
"Haori, I'll always be okay with you," said Susato, with that straight face she used whenever she delivered something absolutely devastating to Haori's heart.
"I, I, I mean! Would you want me to use, um, he/him for you?" Heat was rising to Haori's face. Now was not the appropriate time to be reminded of her embarrassing pseudo-crush on her best friend, God help her—
"Oh," Susato said in realization. "I, ah, this is not the time I expected to have this conversation — er. She or he are both fine. It's called being bigender, I don't know if you've heard of it…"
Haori hadn't, but that was okay. She would look it up later. "I can alternate if you want?" Relief flooded Susato's face, and he nodded before wincing again — oh God, right, the injuries — Haori took a deep breath. Medical mode time. "Okay, I'm going to get salve. Don't move."
She located the little jar of petroleum jelly quickly and dragged a stool over to the side of the table. "This might hurt," she warned, dipping a fingertip in.
"Can't possibly hurt more," Susato mumbled, before hissing through her teeth as Haori touched her cheek.
Haori went slowly, carefully. Probably more careful than she needed to be, but this was Susato. Haori distinctly remembered having told him yesterday to take it easy on that knee, and today Ryutaro had run directly into a burning building.
God, Haori had been so close to losing her — and she hadn't even realized —
Susato reached and took her hand.
Haori startled, looking down at him. Susato quirked a smile. "It's okay. You don't have to worry about me."
"I do," Haori murmured, focusing harder on applying the jelly. She wasn't sure what she would look like now, if she met Susato's eyes. "I really, really do."
"I'm not going to stop being Ryutaro," Susato said quietly. "It would be — a lot of work."
"Not if it's you," Haori shot back, faster than her brain could warn her not to, and her voice cracked. Oh no, was she going to cry? She was definitely going to later, but not now please not now. "You're my best friend, Su, I don't know what I'd do if I…"
"I know," Susato whispered. Her hand was so cold in Haori's. "I know."
Haori squeezed her eyes shut.
One day she would tell Susato. One day she would confess how beautiful she thought Susato looked lying in the light streaming in from the windows. One day, she would tell Susato everything.
But not today.
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baconcolacan · 2 years ago
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Do Tom and Tord ever dance together? Will they ever dance together? (All aus lol) been watching to much black swan
I really REALLY wanted to draw for this so I put it off ask, but I’m sooo tired today so I’ll just put this on drawing queue and answer:
Regimen: On the corpses of their (Tord’s) enemies maybe. Tom will not be happy about it.
MilDads: I never meant for this one to have any ships (aside from the dads I guess??) so platonically sure! Plus they’re kids so “dancing” will mostly consist of Tord spinning Tom around.
Stay (best for last lmao): Tord gets invited to a lot of galas and summits, and sometimes there would be subdued parties in ballrooms. When music for dances come on, and couples start meeting each other in the middle of the room to sway together…..all he can really do is look across the room, at his husband who is stationed with his other guards. Tom will smile at him, small and unseen by everyone else, but Tord won’t be able to stop his longing.
He dreams sometimes, of taking his beloved out to the floor, hold him close, and dance like it was only them there. With Tom, it always felt like it was only them in the world, and their frozen moments in time, when he wasn’t Red Leader, and just Tord Larsin.
He has his happy ending, but he wishes it could be happier.
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nemo-in-wonderland · 1 year ago
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Once I am done with writing Chapter 5 of my story, I want to draw something with Jacob and Dottie (obviously🥰🥰🥰) in the same fashion as I did my Anastasia!AU (thought, not the same amount of artworks, I think).
Here are the options, let's see what will come out of this :)
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KOTLC Frozen au
Tam as Elsa - Born with powers over shadows and darkness, when he was younger he would create shadow puppets for his younger twin sister to play with, eventually he learned how to solidify shadows and would craft simple toys of darkness for them to play around with. One day when he and his sister were playing, he struck his sister with his magic, nearly killing her. Their parents brought the two of them to the Black Swan, a group of magic experts, who saved her life and erased all her memories of his powers. In order to keep others safe he locked himself away from the outside world. That is until his coronation as the new king.
Linh as Anna - When her brother hit her with his magic, it slowly drained away her life causing most of her hair to turn white. It’s since grown out, leading to mostly black hair with the tips being white. When he brother locked her out her parents focused all their energy is figuring out how to deal with the magic, leading to the only company she had being whatever staff remained. She has no idea why, but her contact with the outside world has been severely limited, leaving her with an eagerness to explore, but also a severe lack of social skills. When her brothers coronation come, she hopes to find the love of her life and believe she has in Biana.
<More under the cut>
Biana as Hans - With two overly accomplished older brothers, Biana hasn’t had a chance to make a name for herself and knows full well that the chances of her gaining the crown are highly slim. Relishing that she’ll have to marry into the crown, she finds an easy target in Princess Linh, easily getting engaged in a single night. Their plans however, come to a gaily when Tam’s powers are revealed causing an eternal night to fall upon the kingdom. With Linh leaving off to find her brother, Biana is left incharge and helps the civilians where she can in the never ending darkness.
Marella as Kristof - A shadow puppet entertainer, her business is brought to an abrupt holt with the never ending night. An orphan from a young age, Marella was brought in to the Black Swan with her best friend Stina and raised by them, though never quite becoming one of them. On her way through the mountains to try and find a place to rest, she ends up running into Linh and finds herself helping her to find her brother and let the sunrise again.
Stina as Sven - The best friend of Marella, they were orphans who stuck together all throughout their lives, from their adoption into the Black Swan to their lives as traveling shadow puppet entertainers. Often the voice of reason for Marella’s more reckless actions. Stina has managed to convince Marella to help Linh on her journey in hopes of continuing their life as entertainers.
Sophie as Olaf - An old friend who Tam would make out of shadows on the wall when he and Linh were younger, Sophie has managed to come alive in the new eternal night. With a dream to see day come, not realizing the light would destroy her, she joins Linh in her adventure through the mountains to find her brother and bring back day
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graaythekwami · 1 month ago
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Do you have any holders for your oc kwamis? And will we ever get to see them?
I do! (Long post incoming!)
First there's Levi, holder of my Swan of Loyalty. He'll be getting his own fic, set in Oregon. He's almost the same age as the Paris heroes, though he runs solo, and isn't all too sure of the idea of being a hero.
Then I have Anthony, who's the holder of my Kangaroo of Avarice and the Guardian of my Wandering Box. He goes by Joseph when transformed, and while he's originally from Australia, he currently travels the world with his kwamis. He's a fairly chill guy overall, and he'll appear in fics in My Miracle Box AU (cough cough @mymiraclebox cough cough).
Also there's Xóchitl, another Guardian and holder, this time of my Hidden Box in Mexico. She wields the Jaguar as Ocelotl, and takes her role as Guardian very seriously. She'll also be appearing in fics in My Miracle Box AU, and she might show up in A New Guardian as well.
There's two holders that work with Xóchitl, who will be wielding the Firefly (Space) and Raccoon (Void) as Stargazer and Vacía. These two are going to be a very tight knit duo. They're still in development, so I don't have names for them yet, and credit goes to @deathbirby for their designs!
I also have Claude, very loosely based on the Claude from the Quantic Kids (old scraped show idea before the main series was fully developed). He'll be on the New York hero team wielding the Falcon of Observation with the hero name Eye of Ra. He'll basically be the class clown of the group, and is very close with Aeon.
Then I have a few more character concepts I have plans for, but I haven't fully planned them out. I'm going to have Guardians of my Enduring Box and my Frozen Box, but all I know about them at the moment is that they'll both be male and will be from Zimbabwe and Russia respectively, and they too will be part of My Miracle Box AU.
Also while he's not an OC, I took the monk we see at the end of the New York special and developed him into a character for some future fics since we don't know much about him. Like in canon he's the Guardian of the Native American Box (the Direction Box in my headcanons). I have him wield the Bear of Preservation as Shashtsoh. I named him Dilwo'ii Y��zhí, and he's Diné (Navajo). In My Miracle Box AU he is the only other survivor of the Order of the Guardians outside of Fu.
Finally I also have some next-gen kids as well who I plan on being holders. My Adrinette kids will be Emma, Jaden, Louis, and Ambre. DJWifi will have Shawn, Lilly, and Mya. There's also Harper, daughter of Chloe and Nathaniel (with Sabrina and Marc as step-parents), Acel the son of Juleka and Rose, and a few others as well. These guys will/have appeared in various fics of mine. :)
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