#hes making the :V face because it was carrying a huge rabbit

[abirddogmoment]

A red fox 🦊

[d1onysusw1n3]

Dirty Grimes - rick grimes x reader

Tw: slight age gap (reader is 22 and rick is in his 40s) Cheating, P in V, slight bondage, rick is kind of rough. And a slight size kink. Plus squirting and creampie.

This is an AU where the apocalypse has never happened! Carl is a collage student who was a childhood friend. Lots of plot but I will give a warning on where the smut starts so if u want to skip the plot and head straight to the spice, do as u please!

“C’mon baby it’s not that bad, stop worrying about shit.” Carl huffs shaking his head in a annoyed way.

Look I love him to death Don’t get me wrong, but I dread coming over to his parents house over the holidays. My father ran out on my family when I was little, my mom was diabetic and she always had hospital bills up to her neck. So I was a bit of a problem child, until high school came and I worked my ass off for a full ride scholarship to Stanford. I’ve known Carl since middle school he always had a crush on me but I’d shoot him down and tell him when we get older we’d get married. Well I guess that wish came true.

I look down at the huge diamond on my finger. Me, Y/N summers, becoming a grimes? Who would’ve thought it. When I said yes it felt like the world stopped, but as time went on Carl got distant, stressed. He seemed easily annoyed by me. Plus that fact that I can’t help but to be scared of his father. Sherif grimes. He caught me vandalizing a classroom with spray paint once in middle school. He scared me shitless, but Carl stood up for me and helped my mom bail me out. Safe to say whenever I come over Rick always seems so, intense. The way he carries himself as if I’m a rabbit and he’s waiting to pounce on his prey. It scares me shitless, to be frank! And his marriage hasn’t been doing to good, last time I came over Lori and him wouldn’t talk or extange glances, no his eyes were too busy studying me, picking me apart as if he’s trying to read me like a book.

“Just calm down, you’re overreacting like usual.” Carl says as he brings the car to a stop, placing it in park. I scoff shaking my head at his antics.

“Overreacting? That’s what you want to tell your fucking fiancé before she tells her future in laws that she’s getting married to their son?” I scoff.

“I’m done arguing with you.” he sighs running a hand through his long hair. “It’s only arguing because you can’t have a normal conversation without acting like you hate me!” I scream frustration enveloping my body. “I should’ve never asked you to marry me then, my sincerest apologies.” He coldly says while walking out the car to the front door without me. I sit back contemplating what he just said. It broke my heart. I catch up to him wiping the tears that escaped my face, my eyes puffy and nose red, but I guess I can chalk it off as the allergies during spring break. He knocks and to my surprise Lori opens the door, yet I could see the clunky mascara and the bloodshot puffy eyes. She had been crying.

“Hiii! Oh my baby’s back” she smiles widely a genuine smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes like usual, and that glow that had once been her flame, has been burnt out into ash. It’s apparent on her hunched shoulders and the way she frowns when nobody looks.

“And look at you Y/N! All grown up and in collage.” She smiles and hugs me tightly. I always loved Lori, she was sweet to me, because she knew I grew up less fortunate than others.

“Hi lor how you doing?” I smile as I embrace her into a tight hug. I could feel her hiccup and take deep breaths.

“I’m living, at least I can be grateful for that.” She smiles tightly as she sees rick walk down the stairs to us.

“Hey, you wanna talk later?” I ask nudging her. She just nods and puts her fake smile back on as rick walks right past her and to Carl.

“Hey! My boys back.” He hugs Carl tightly while leaning back gripping his shoulders. “Man your old now! what’re you like fifty?” Rick teases as Carl rolls his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. “Tha’d make you what? About seventy?” Carl quipped back and rick holds his hand to his heart. “Touché.” Rick smirks as he looks over to me. Instead of his usual crossed arms and tough guy demeanor, he was cuddly today because he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in for a generous hug. “How’s my daughter in law huh!” He jokes.

“Doing just fine.” I smile lightly at him. Though in the inside my heart was crushed into a million pieces.

“Well common in dinners ready just in time!” Lori beams walking away, she turns around first motioning to the kicthen. “You wanna help me prepare food Y/N?” She says. I just nod giving Carl a look, he doesn’t even turn to me and ignored my presence, though rick noticed because he turned to me.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Peachy.” I reply glaring at Carl while turning and storming off to the kitchen.

As soon as i step in I see Lori breaking down sobbing while holding her mouth to quiet her crying.

“Hey what’s wrong?” I walk up rubbing her shoulder.

“I have been having an affair with ricks partner Shane and he found out about it.” She comes clean.

“And I’m-“ she purses her lips.

“I’m pregnant with his child.” She says sobbing as her shoulders shook.

“It wasn’t supposed to get this bad! I mean rick and I were on a break and it was one time that turned into more times then rick and I got back together and I told him no, but we still went at it anyways a-and I took a pregnancy test and Rick found it.” She spits out fast in her shaky voice.

“I’m so stupid.” She sighs.

“I agree with you on that. There’s so many different ways you could’ve handled this Lori, if you weren’t happy with Rick why didn’t you just tell him?” I frowned at her.

“What about Carl.” She gasps.

“You’re just gonna have to explain things to him, he’ll understand in time.” I say hugging her. We break off setting up the food in the table while calling the boys in to eat. The rest of the night went pretty smooth, everyone laughed a had a good time, well then there was rick, whenever I’d send a nasty look to Carl he’d tune in looking at me with those intense eyes.

“Alright I have something to announce!” I smile as fake as I could. “Carl asked to marry me.” I hold up my hand showing my ring. Out of the side of my vision I could see rick clench his jaw. But Lori gasped while clapping in excitement.

“Oh my baby’s all grown up!” She starts tearing up.

“I’m so happy for you son.” Ricks rasps. Though he looked furious. Cark just tightly smiles wrapping an arm around my waist.

As night fell me and Carl crashed in his childhood room. His walls were filled with comics and superhero’s. I change into my sleep clothes which were some panties and one of carls shirts, I didn’t bother putting on pants, it was way to hot in the summer time. Carl was dead asleep snoring an all, I had a hot flash and was sweating balls. I sigh getting up to walk downstairs and drink a cold glass of water. as I reach the cabinet in the kicthen I stand on my tippy toes trying to reach the last glass on the tallest shelf. I felt a warm calloused hand grip my waist pushing himself against my rear. I could tell it was rick, by his bulky hands and his white tee that was scented of pine and whisky. A man’s scent. Usually it would ick me out, overly manly men, but something about rick made my thighs clench and my tummy flip. I shake my head trying to ban these criminal thoughts of my fiancés father. I call his wife mom so gods sake, pull it together Y/N.

“I saw you strugllin, thought you might need some help.” His raspy voice sounded as sexy as usual, with his thick southern accent.

“Thank you Rick.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” He smirks down at me. He had me slightly caged to the counter, with my ass pressed right against his crotch. I could feel his cold belt buckle pressed tightly to my tramp stamp I got when I was 17. Apparently my shirt rode up my waist when I was struggling to reach for a cup, cause I could feel the cold ac on my bare back. I slightly moved away pulling down my shirt while walking to the fridge grabbing ice and water. I sit down on the island in the kitchen as rick pours himself a glass of whisky while leaning on the counter across from me.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He gruffly says handing me the shot of whisky he poured. I gingerly take it from his hand as my fingers brush his, it sent goosebumps down my spine.

“It was too hot upstairs, I needed some air.” I say with a tight lipped grin. I shot back the whisky quickly sliding the glass back to him, he fills up the whisky glass again but this time he take it down with no struggle, licking the corner of his mouth as some dripped down his chin. I could feel myself clench around nothing. That had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

“Lori told you bout Shane, huh?” He chuckles shaking his head. I could see the tears brim his eyes. I couldn’t help but to feel bad for the man. His wife is pregnant by the man he called his brother.

“Yeah.” My throat suddenly felt dry.

“I’m sorry Rick.” I say chewing the bottom of my lip.

“Don’t be sweetheart, iss alright.” He huffs.

“We were arguing before that as it is anyway, it was bound to happen.” He shakes his head. While he looks down he nods over to your ring.

“So engaged huh? Carl better be treatin you well.” He swallows thickly as his intense blue eyes scan over my body. I felt like a peace of meat.

“He treats me just fine.” I clear my throat.

“Does he though?” Rick quips back. My jaw slacks in shock, not knowing what to say.

“I say you arguing in the car from the window. Seemed like whatever he said hurt?” He presses on.

“He said he wished he never asked to marry me.” I swallow thickly and slightly chuckle as tears run down my cheeks.

“Maybe I’m sensitive, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt like hell.” My wobbly lips smile at him. I look down as tears run down my cheeks. Rick slowly stalks towards me, running his calloused thumb across my cheek collecting my tears.

“What a shame. If you were mine, I would treat you better sweetheart.” He whispers.

At first I couldn’t believe his words. If I were his?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SMUT STARTS NEOOOW >-<!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“What do you mean rick?” I whisper back. I could feel the tension between us, so thick it was hard to breathe.

“What I said sweetheart. I could treat you better.” He slowly trails his hands up my thighs in a soothing back and fourth motion.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He whispers trailing his hands up my shirt gripping my breasts firmly as his thumb nudges the bud of my breasts massaging them slowly.

I gasp leaning into his touch while rubbing my thighs together for friction. It’s been awhile since Carl had touched me. I was horny and deprived.

“Y/N tell me to stop, and that this is wrong.” He groans out as he feels my legs wrap around his hips bringing his crotch right down into mine. I moan slightly tilting my head back.

“Can’t, feel s’to good.” My words slurr as I could feel pleasure running up and down my spine in waves. Rick bends down trailing hot sloppy kisses down my neck into my collar bones, sucking at the sensitive spot making me grind down onto him. He growls gripping my hips pulling me back down onto him. I could feel him grinding himself down into me. His chest heaves in needy breaths. I couldn’t help but to whine, it felt so wrong dry humping my fiancés father in his childhood kitchen, but it felt so good at the same time.

“Need you rick.” I moan out.

“Please.” I frown at him showing off my best puppy eyes. I could feel his dick pulse against me.

“Don look at me like that, sweetheart.” He warns. I quickly slide off of the counter dropping to my knees. I trail my hands up ricks black jeans to his thighs and then to his belt. He doesn’t stop me, he just leans against the counter as i tug his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. His dick springs up close to my face. I could see the intricate veins and precum leaking off his pink puffy tip. I slowly get closer placing a peck on the top of his cock. He grunts as his abs contract in pleasure. I slowly take his tip in my mouth hollowing out while flipping my tongue on the base of his cock flattening it out. He groans deeply sucking in a sharp breath. I swallow more of him down my throat with ease. He moans leaning foreword on the counter I was leaned up against, I could feel his hips thrusting in my mouth. I set my hands to the side as he starts thrusting rougher. His small moans and gasps escaping his throat as I could feel him close to his edge. He quickly pulls out lifting my little body up with ease slamming me on top of the counter.

“Such a good girl huh?” He huffs. “If Carl won’t take care of my baby than I will.” He rips my panties off shoving them in his pocket. Getting down on his knees he kisses my cunt and flattening his tongue on my entrance slowly bringing it up to my clit. He begins to ravage my cunt in fast and needy licks and nibbles. It was so hard for me to be quiet as this was probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had. I felt my legs shake on his shoulders and my arms start to wiggle and give out. Rick stands up wiping off his lips that once were sucking needy at my cunt.

“Lay down baby, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” his raspy voice soothes my nerves as he lines his tip up to my cunt. He pushes in and I almost came from the sheer thickness of his cock. The way it fills me up and stretches my cunt had me salivating. I couldn’t feel a condom though. And my heart skipped a beat.

“Rick what’re doing-“

“Shhh,” he shushes me and it drowns out all my worries. “Gotta fill my princess up? Yeah.” He starts thrusting slowly but roughly into my wet cunt. I clench down on his cock from his filthy words. “Gonna pump you full of cum” he huffs thrusting faster. My tits bounce roughly due to his thrusts. I arch my back covering my mouth to contain the erotic moans flying out. Rick rips my arms off my mouth holding them down on my stomach. “Don’t hold ur moans in.” He huffs. “Let them hear how good I make you feel.” He growls somehow speeding up fucking me into oblivion as I could feel his dick curve up and hit my G spot with every thrust. I couldn’t hold in my moans anymore and I’m pretty sure the next door neighbors heard me. “That’s my good girl, let them know your my slut.” He whimpers as my cunt clench’s tight around his cock. “You like that huh?” His raspy voice chuckles. “Knowing you’re my slut, how I’m filling you up better than he does mmmh.” My lips quiver and I feel my legs shaking. “R-rick I’m about to cum.” I complain trying to push him off. He doesn’t slow down a bit as he brings up an arm rubbing my clit furiously as he snaps his hips down onto mine. “Cmon baby it’s okay, cum for me.” I felt the buildup finally crash down in hot electric waves. My eyes roll to the back of my head as rick relentlessly pounds my cunt not faltering a second as my orgasm hits. I felt liquid spray all over him, he moans as if that was his breaking point snapping his hips one time deep into my cunt spraying my walls white with his thick cum.

“Fuck, you take my cock so good.” He growls pushing deeper into me, filling up my cunt full. He stands there inside of me as we breathe heavily. I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I just raw dogged my fiancés father in his kitchen. Rick pulls out staring at the cum dripping down my cunt.

“Rick,thank god I’m on the pill, or else we’d be fucked” I sigh trying to slide off the counter. He pushes me back grabbing napkins while cleaning up his mess.

“Lemmie,” he says while tenderly taking care of me. He picks me up carrying my shaky legs to carls room.

“I’m sorry it got carried away, sweetheart.” He mumbled kissing my forehead. He slowly backs up staring into my eyes intensely while walking away.

After that day I didn’t mind going over to carls over the holidays, in fact, I couldn’t wait till thanksgiving hit, even Christmas.

[17wishbones]

Happy Birthday to the one and only Rengoku Kyōjurō! I had been working on this last chapter for this series all day but someone - coughmymomcough - kept interrupting the writing process to do miniscule things. So, I am hoping to post it all here today. And by the by, this chapter will be split into 3 parts since it exceeded the usual page limit. Hope you guys enjoy this! :> - - - - - - - -                                                        Chapter VII: War’s End

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Nnn. . . Kyōjurō!” Pupils deep and dark were filled to the brim with lust as nails scratched and clung into the broad back of the Flame Pillar who blessed your lips with a kiss and made your cup runneth over for the upteenth time.

Simply at a loss of words.

Rengoku folded your body between him and the wall. Rough fingers held you up and in position as he plunged deep into you repeatedly, relentlessly. He’s tasted you time and time again, but you swore in the back of your mind that he may eat you alive. Your snarky, sensual comments and verbal ‘fuck me’s were replaced with an endless melody of your moans, groans, and cries.

You had a myriad of Rengoku’s hickeys along your body, a clear indication of possession. He wanted your body to remember him, and only him, from now and even into the afterlife. Rengoku knew, deep down, there wasn’t another woman out there like you.

“_____!” All the Flame Pillar could muster as he focused on this moment. He delved so deep down into your rabbit hole, he hoped to never see the next day so long as he remained in your space.

Kisses were short but needy, with lips in either a constant state of motion with another or parted. Total Concentration and Full Focus Breathing be damned!

You no longer counted the many rounds cycled through. You both had time off. Rengoku saw time better spent becoming intimate and gearing up the baby-making progress. 

Your limit neared, and so did his. You held on tight and crashed your lips to his, exploring and moaning into his mouth as he beat that pussy red. It was that last stroke, and that last bit of load, that put an end to those loud but necessary shenanigans.

Rengoku was kind enough to remember to slip from within and carry your dripping self down on the already wet and stained futons. You both had not a care in the world as you both began concentrating on your breathing again.

Mess of locs were lazily put behind your head as you gazed at his beautiful, handsome, heaving self. 

You never knew why, but the sight of him and the sound of his voice captured you time and time again, to the point it made you tear. And every time, he’d wipe them away with an endearing smile and positive affirmation. He was truly the one.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Sunflower!” Rengoku called to you, “This will be our last free evening. Then I shall board the train with Kamado, Hashibira, Golden Boy, and the demon tomorrow.”

“On the Mugen Train? Due to the 40 people missing thus far, right?”

“Nn. That is ri--”

“I don’t like this, Kyōjurō!” You inhaled sharply. ‘I don’t know why there is an aura spiraling when I think of the train.’ You got it together. “What I mean is, I want to come with you because my gut is telling me to.” Though your brain disagreed.

“Then come with me! We’ll flush the demon out together and fulfill our duties as Demon Slayers!”

“I’ll make some bento for the road. Wouldn’t want to travel without some of our favorites. Have any requests?”

“Steamed sweet potatoes! Yours are always the best, and since we’re leaving on a Friday…”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I haven’t made you some in quite a while due to the missions. I’ll get started on them now.”

“Let me help you!” You and him both knew that he wasn’t an exceptional cook, but he was able to follow instructions well in the kitchen. 

You laughed. “You just want to be close to me.”

He came up behind you, encircled his arm around your waist and kissed you on your neck. “Of course! Time spent with you is precious, _____.” He held you tight. “We don’t know when our last breaths will be.” You folded your arms over his and gripped his wrists as sorrow suddenly filled you. “I want my last moments to be with you, if it comes.”

Rengoku was precious to you. More precious than any gem, stone, or currency. Frowning at his outspoken sentiment, you added, “In the case it happens, Kyōjurō, I’ll be with you, whether in the afterlife or reborn. There’s no one in this world I’d rather be with than you.”

He turned you to face him. His expression was so brilliant, you wouldn’t have minded going blind if he were the last thing you saw. “You bring me much joy, my Sunflower! I, too, promise myself to you and only you, both here, in the afterlife, and being reborn! I want to never be without you!”

“Me too.” With but a kiss and you both were swept away, forgetting about time.

- - - - - - - - -

“UMAI”s echoed in one of the middle carts on the train after every taste in the 10+ bento boxes he demolished.

Compared to you and everyone on the train, he looked like a glutton, but you were happy to see and hear Rengoku enjoying his many meals. He worked hard and deserved to have his fill. Of course, you had to cook huge meals at the Estate you were calling home. 

It made you happy seeing him like this.

“Are you not hungry, Sunflower?” He stacked up his eleventh bento box, and readied himself to dive in on the treats you made him. When he spoke to others, he looked elsewhere, staring intensely before him, but with you, he always returned your gaze. 

“I am, but sometimes, I just get full from looking at you.” His gaze was curious then. “As in, you satisfy me in ways I couldn’t fathom growing up.” You turned from him, reminding yourself to ‘keep it professional’ over and over again. You wanted to show him all the affection he deserved, but you didn’t want to cause more of a scene than you did when you both walked on the train hand in hand.

Rengoku didn’t care. He turned you about face by your chin and kissed you without regard or hesitation. “There’s no need to hide from me, my Sunflower. I love you for who you are. So, please, kiss and hold onto me as much as you like!”

“Even while we’re on the job?”

“Nn!” Rengoku looked forward with his arms crossed proudly over his chest. “We don’t need to hide our love from anyone! You will be my wife, and that’s that!”

“Aww, Kyōjurō!” You gave in, finally, and smooched his cheek several times. “Have I told you how amazing you are? And how I can’t wait to officially be yours forevermore?” 

“Yes, and every time, your words fuel the fire in me and fill me with pride!”

“Good. Now, would you like your three kisses for good luck?”

Rengoku faced you with his eyes closed and lips spread in a wide smile, waiting for you to bless him with many soft kisses. 

“Ah, Rengoku-san! _____!” 

“Ah, boy with the demon sister!” Rengoku greeted. “You made it!” - - - - - - - - - - Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII (Part 1) / (Part 2) / (Part 3)

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Space to Run, Space to Hide

fandom: marvel

pairing: winterhawk

~ 1.1k

i.

Clint

He’s not running away. He’s not. He just needs some…

space.

Yeah. Space.

The city gets too close sometimes, so many people all shoved together, an overfilled bookshelf– no room to move, barely any room to breathe. Even the Tower, with its huge open floor plans and giant windows, just reminds him that he’s a rat in a cage. So sometimes he just has to grab Lucky and run– well, okay, fly– away for a while.

It has absolutely nothing to do with anything that may or may not have happened between him and a certain metal-armed supersoldier four days ago.

Nothing at all.

ii.

Clint

It feels good to work. Clint spends two days splitting wood, and it’s too exhausting to think of anything at all. He doesn’t even dream.

Then he repairs a barn door, a storm window, a porch step. He replaces two fence posts and cuts down a large, recently damaged tree. His muscles burn with the different kind of use and he falls into bed every night.

iii.

Lucky

Lucky runs and sprawls in sunlight. Sometimes his human throws ball or stick, sometimes they eat pizza, but mostly his human is busy doing human things. He does noisy things, or things with big sticks– sticks too heavy to throw– and that is boring, so Lucky chases rabbits. Or rolls in grass. He even chases a butterfly, but doesn’t really try to catch it. He just likes the way it moves.

After a whole day with big sticks Lucky brings his human a small stick. A chasing stick. He wags his tail and licks his human’s face.

I’m sorry boy. I’ve been ignoring you today, haven’t I.

Lucky’s human does magic ear scratches. Almost as good as pizza. When he stops Lucky licks his face again. Lucky likes the sounds his human makes when he gets licked.

Am I hiding out here, boy?

Lucky tilts his head. Does his human want something?

I didn’t mean to kiss him! It just… happened. He keeps making me coffee and he’s just so hot with his murder glare and his eyes peeking out from behind that fall of hair and he’s quiet but when he smiles I just–

Lucky tilts his head again. His human is looking at him, waiting, so Lucky gives a soft woof. His human buries his face in Lucky’s fur.

You’re right. Of course you’re right. I’ll call Tasha in the morning. She always knows what to do.

Tasha? Lucky knows that human. She brings good treats. Lucky wags his tail, gives another small woof.

Okay. Fine. I’ll call now. Come on boy, phone’s in the house.

iv.

Natasha

Took you long enough.

Silence.

A long silence.

But Natasha can wait forever, and Clint knows it. He’ll break first.

I did something stupid.

She holds in the laugh. I know that, little bird.

Tash, I… I kissed Bucky.

Kissing Bucky wasn’t the stupid thing, glupiy. running away after was the stupid thing. he’s–

But she stops, because maybe this part isn’t hers to tell.

You already know?

She doesn’t answer stupid questions.

Look. You need to come home. Hiding on the farm isn’t going to solve anything.

She hears his sigh, hears Lucky scratch and jingle his tags.

Not yet. Soon, maybe.

He hangs up without saying goodbye; she’s left staring out the window but all she sees is Clint and Bucky and a quinjet and an Iowa sunset– and she wonders if these four things are compatible.

v.

Bucky

Natalia didn’t explain, just gave Bucky that look and told him to be ready to leave in twenty. Pack a bag, she’d said. So now he’s on a quinjet heading into the setting sun, feeling more nervous with each passing mile.

Because Natalia only gets this agitated for Clint Barton.

Barton’s been off the grid for over a week. Since that day in the kitchen–

Bucky closes his eyes, remembering. After Barton swallowed his mandatory giant mugs of coffee– two, seemingly without a breath– they’d decided to make breakfast for the team. So they’d been at the stove together, bumping elbows and cracking jokes and eggs all at once. They’d been laughing when they’d come face to face…

He’s glad Natalia is concentrating on landing… wherever it is they are. He can school his features, can wear his “soldat” mask, but he can’t stop the blush rising up his neck to his cheeks when he remembers that kiss. He’d been surprised, sure, but only for a fraction of a breath. Then he’d kissed back– and with enthusiasm.

They’re on the ground; Natalia’s flipping switches, settling the quinjet to its rest. I know where you sleep, she says casually. Just keep that in mind.

He doesn’t react at all– no twitch, no flinch– but she smiles, says, Good. We understand each other. The smile is all knives and poison.

He does understand. But he doesn’t need this warning from Natalia. He doesn’t want to hurt Barton.

He just wants to find out what it feels like to hold onto him. To kiss him again.

Maybe even…

But that is for later.

vi.

Clint

The sun is setting when the quinjet lands in his yard. He’s been expecting it; Tasha likes to “fix” things for him. She’s the most annoying big (little) sister he could ever ask for.

She’s lucky he loves her so much.

Here to knock me out and carry me home?

She gives her most innocent smile. He shivers.

I just came for a visit, little bird. Don’t be so paranoid.

We both know that’s a lie. He hugs her anyway, even kisses the top of her head, because she’s his Natasha.

And then Bucky walks off the plane.

vii.

Lucky

Lucky hears Tasha’s voice after the big noise stops, so he runs to the yard to see what is happening.

His human stands very still, looking at another human. Lucky sniffs the air, sneezes. The other human smells sharp. Tangy. Like shiny things that hurt to chew.

Bucky?

You didn’t say anything. You just ran away.

I–

It’s okay. I just– I thought maybe we could… try it again?

Lucky’s human sits down on the grass Hard. Did he fall? He falls sometimes.

Lucky checks to see if his human is okay.

He smells okay, no sick or hurt smells. Maybe it is time for pets. He lays on his human’s lap and yes, he gets pets. And the magic ear scratches. Lucky wags his tail.

Lucky wiggles himself around to lick his human’s face– but the human is in his way. Not Tasha, the other one. He’s on the grass too, with his face squished right up against Lucky’s human’s face.

Lucky flops down, huffs out his breath. He’s going to have to wait until later for more ear scratches.

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NaPoWriMo Day 23 || clint barton and space

for @wolfarrowepz

[giant-sketches]

Origami Rabbits

Huge props to @chatladybugaboo​ for the super awesome and cute idea that inspired this one-shot story of mine. Now this is simply based on the idea they posted about as I really wanted to make it my own so it just has similar elements and the Sander Sides characters. 

I worked really hard on this one too. It has a total of 4 sketches and one gif animation so please enjoy!

@just-some-gt-trash​ Is also going to write their own version as well so be on the look out for their’s as well!

Word Count: 3864

Disclaimer: Slight depiction of bullying/ cursing/ swearing/ mean words/ shouting

I plan on doing more one-shot stories like this called Short Sides. Let me know if you want to get tagged on them from now on or just look for the tag Short Sides.

For a long time now, each time Virgil experienced a rough day of Remus and Deceit teasing him, he’d find a tiny origami animal placed below his bed. Sometimes it was the usual swan, but from time-to-time he’d receive butterflies, frogs, and his personal favorite, rabbits. At first he thought it might be one of the other sides, but both Remus and Deceit only shot him puzzled looks when he’d ask them about it. Remus suggested Virgil may be doing it in his sleep, while Deceit believed he was just lying to garner attention. However, Virgil knew something was up and he planned to find out what.

  The next day Virgil steady he’s nerves as he purposely antagonized Remus and Deceit. He was successful in his taunting and by midday he was exhausted from his antics. He dragged himself to bed for an early rest, but in reality he only pretended to sleep. He had his back turned facing the wall and he listened patiently for any kind of unusual sounds. Right before he was about to give up, Virgil's ears picked up on the sound of footsteps creeping up on him, but they sounded soft. Were they tip-toeing? He also noticed that he hadn’t heard the door open so how did someone get in? Was it a ghost?!

  A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. Sure it would be pretty cool to meet a ghost who did origami, but the idea was still pretty creepy. Then, the footsteps stopped and Virgil hesitated a bit before gingerly turning over to peer behind. There was nothing! What in the world was going on? He obviously heard the sound of footsteps so where was the person making them? As his mind began to fall into madness another sound caught his attention. Was that humming? The sweet sound was coming from below his current eye level. Slowly, Virgil turned his head downwards and was astounded by what he saw. 

It was a person, a very, very tiny person who was cheerfully setting down an origami rabbit at the foot of his bed.

  Virgil couldn’t believe his eyes. This person looked to only be about the size of his pointer finger, if not smaller. The origami rabbit he was holding was at least half his size. He had soft brown hair that curled slightly upwards. He wore glasses, a light blue polo shirt, and what appeared to be a cat sweater tied around his neck. His face was also similar to Virgil’s, could that mean he was also a side? Then why was he so small? It wasn’t just his size either though, there was something about his presence that felt completely different from Deceit and Remus. Virgil wanted so badly to talk with this little side, but he was too afraid. He knew just because he received gifts from them, that didn’t mean they wanted to be seen. Otherwise they would have just delivered them in person.

  With that he rolled back over and fell asleep this time. In the morning he gently picked up his tiny gift and stared at it. He really wanted to thank them, but how should he go about it without scaring them off? Perhaps a return gift was the best idea as he began thinking over his options.

“I could try making my own origami animals in response, but then again they may end up too big for them to carry. Also what would they do with them afterwards? For me I can just keep it in my nightstand drawer.”

  Virgil needed to think of something the tiny side could use that wouldn’t take up a lot of space or be difficult to carry. What about food? It might be tough to make something small enough, but it was worth a try. A couple days later Virgil gathered up some ingredients to make simple sugar cookies. He knew he could make tiny portions by rolling out the dough and using the metal part of a pencil with the eraser taken out to cut out perfectly sized circles. Figuring out which temperature to set the oven to and for how long the cookies needed to bake was the tricky part. It took a total of three attempts to get it right, but sadly not all the cookies survived. He was left with six in total to package up with a cut up plastic bag and a trimmed twist tie.

  He turned in early for the night once more with his return gift placed at the foot of his bed. He turned to face the wall as usual and listened patiently. As time went on Virgil began to worry if the tiny side was going to show up. True his day wasn’t as bad as others, but he still made it a point to look distraught. Then again he had no idea when or from where the tiny was watching him so it was plausible that they never saw him upset. As his mind raced with uncertainties those all familiar footprints appeared. Virgil quickly quieted his mind and focused on the steps as they came straight to his bed and stopped.

“What is this?” A whisper came from below.

  It was the tiny who had noticed the gift. Virgil prayed they liked it as he waited to hear more, yet the next noise that reached his ear was the sound of running. He twitched slightly as he stopped himself from making any sudden movements. He waited, counting down the seconds in his head before he would take a look behind him.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1….now!

  Virgil quickly turned around and caught a glimpse of the tiny sliding into the space between his bookshelf and the wall. So that’s where he had come from. Virgil instantly remembered his main goal and glanced downwards. There, at the foot of the bed, was an origami swan and no cookies. The tiny, even though they ran, had taken his gift nonetheless. He smiled slightly at the notion of that tiny enjoying his handmade sweets. However, a pain ran through his heart as the sound of those hurried footsteps kept repeating in his mind. Despite his best efforts he had scared them off and he may never get to see them again.

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  *Huff* *huff*

  How did this happen? He had been so careful this whole time not to be seen, but now he had gotten caught. Well not physically caught, but seen, he was seen!

“This isn’t good! I promised the others that I’d be careful if they let me keep doing this. What do I do now?”

   As Patton ducked back into the hole in the wall right behind the bookshelf, he was lucky enough not to wake the others as he slid into his room. He took multiple deep breaths to calm himself as he slumped onto his bed.

“Woah boy...what am I going to do about this?” He thought as he stared at the lovely bundle of cookies resting in his hands.

“I wonder what kind they are. I really want to eat them, but what if he put something weird inside? No, no, the kiddo wouldn’t do that...right? I guess I feel like I know him, but do I really? He is still one of them after-all.”

  Patton sat quietly in contemplation as he couldn’t decide on whether to eat or not to eat. Suddenly, his growling stomach made the decision for him.

“Looks like all that running made me hungry and he did make these himself just for me. The least I can do is eat them.”

  Cautiously Patton reached into the bag and pulled out a cookie. Even though they were small, just one of them was close to the size of his palm. They appeared to be normal sugar cookies as he gingerly took a bite. Spontaneously, Patton’s nervous demeanor melted away as he scarfed the rest of it down in blissful enjoyment.

“Oh my goodness, he made these for me? They’re so good! How-how could I have suspected they might be poisoned...I’m terrible.”

  Patton felt a lump form in the back of his throat. He just kept thinking to himself that he ran away and he was almost positive that the giant was awake when he did. It only made sense that at some point the giant pretended to fall asleep and instead noticed him as he delivered another origami animal. He couldn’t be sure as to when or for how long, but it didn’t change the fact that the giant knew. He knew and instead of hunting him down the giant had left Patton a gift to thank him. It was a delicious gift too. Patton now felt so ashamed of himself and hadn’t noticed that his bedroom door was now open.

Logan and Roman: “Patton? What is that?”

Surprised, Patton jumped to his feet in response.

Patton: “I-I can explain.” he whimpered.

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  Morning came way too early as Virgil groaned. He really didn’t want to get up and instead buried himself further into his sheets. Last night was a huge mistake! What in the world had made himself think it was a good idea to leave a gift when that would obviously mean he knew they existed! Fuck!

“I’m such an idiot. I try to do something nice and I mess it up like crazy! Now I may never see him again...the only person who’s ever given a damn about me.”

  Virgil wanted to cry, but he had to hold them in or else Remus and Deceit would call him out on his red eyes. That would just make his mood even worse. Not to attract any unwanted attention Virgil dragged himself out of bed. For the remainder of his day he constantly zoned in and out of thought. Would the tiny show up tonight? He could really use the pick-me-up right about now. Sadly, the day seemed to drag on with Remus bugging him about his robotic behavior and Deceit sneering at him for being dramatic. God this sucks!

“Enough, I’m turning in early for tonight.”

“What, but you did that yesterday. I’m beginning to feel you don’t like hanging out with us V.”

“That’s cause I don’t Remus and stop calling me that.”

“Oh I’m so hurt, I-I’m wounded by your sharp words. Agahahah!”

Jokingly Remus pulled a can of tomato juice from his sleeve and shook it violently. Next thing Virgil knew he and Remus were now covered in the red contents.

“Shit! Why did you do that? Now I have to take a shower and clean my clothes before I go to bed.”

“You just looked so pale I thought you could use some color! Want to bathe together to make up?”

  Remus had already begun undressing while still in the living room. Flustered, Virgil didn’t even take the time to answer such an outrageous question and hastened himself to the bathroom. He kept checking over his shoulder to make sure Remus wasn’t taking a peek, but after a while he believed he had gotten away. Virgil sighed in relief, but at the same time he was almost thankful he hadn’t gone to bed yet. He was anxious, anxious that the tiny side really may not show up. He had to be brave though; he needed to know if the tiny truly was gone forever.

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“Now Patton, I hope you understand where we’re coming from with keeping you under house arrest.”

“I do, it’s just...he didn’t do anything to me after he found out. Isn’t that a good sign?”

“Patton, please that thing is just trying to trick you. Once it’s gained your trust he’ll trap you in a cage and keep you as some kind of pet.”

“Roman’s words may sound dramatic, but that’s all a plausible outcome for you if you continued.”

“We hope you can trust us on this Patton.”

  Roman placed his hands on top Patton’s shoulders and gave him a hug of reassurance. All they wanted to do was keep him and themselves safe from the giants. Patton hugged back in response.

“We’re going to bed now. Try to get some sleep Pat.”

“Okay, thanks guys.”

“Goodnight Patton.”

  With that Roman and Logan left, leaving Patton to sulk in his room. He reached underneath his bed and pulled out the rest of the sugar cookies he had gotten from the giant. They were so sweet. There was no way someone who took the time to make these just right for him could be bad, thought Patton. It’s not like he didn’t trust Roman and Logan, it’s just that he wanted to trust the giant too.

“I have to see him again. This time actually see him.”

  With new resolve Patton slid open his closet to reveal the origami rabbit he had hidden inside and smiled with confidence. --------------------------------------------------------

  Virgil was struggling to stay awake as he nodded in and out of sleep. Sure it would make sense to just admit defeat that the tiny side wasn’t going to show up, but he couldn’t help thinking that if he stayed up a little longer there may still be a chance. As his mind began to waver the familiar sound of soft footsteps snapped him awake. The tiny had actually shown up to Virgil’s bewilderment. He was so happy he hadn’t scared him away after-all.

  He had to stay quiet though until the footsteps stopped. Then he’d turn around slowly to look. This time he wanted to try talking. As the footsteps came to a halt, Virgil prepared himself, but was stopped by the sudden shouting coming from an unknown voice.

“PATTON!”

“Ah! Ro-Roman?!”

“Patton what do you think you’re doing out here? You’re supposed to be under house arrest and sleeping in your room.”

“I-I know, but I don’t think we need to be so afraid of this one. He’s not like the others.”

“Patton please. Look at him, he’s huge! He could do anything he wanted to with you if you're caught and we, we may not be able to get you back.”

“Bu-but…”

*sigh* “Listen Pat, you may think you know that giant, but you don’t. He’s a giant and all giants do is hurt people. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Roman I-”

  Before Patton could finish he saw the blood drain from Roman’s face as his eyes moved upwards. Instantly, Patton knew what Roman was looking at and whipped his head around to notice the giant staring down at him from the bedside. Patton was paralyzed by fear and didn’t even hear Roman screaming at him to flee.

“RUN!”

  In a flash Roman ran for his life. He didn’t even look behind him, fully believing Patton had followed suit, but he hadn’t. Patton was still at the foot of the bed staring up at the giant in terror. His breathing became shallow and it took everything he had just to keep standing as his knees buckled. What was going to happen to him?

  Virgil had heard everything and in a fit of anger had turned around to defend himself, but stopped after realizing what he had done. He was a complete idiot! Now one tiny had run away from him screaming and the other was just staring at him terrified. He really wanted to reach down and touch the tiny to let them know he didn’t mean them any harm, but after the conversation he just eavesdropped on he was unsure that wouldn’t help the situation. With that in mind, all he could think to do was smile meekly down at the tiny and hope that would do something to show he was nice.

  Virgil’s smile caught Patton off-guard. Why is he smiling like that, he looks so sad. Smiling should make people look happy. Why isn’t he doing anything else? Wait, did he hear what Roman said? Oh my gosh if he did no wonder he looks like that! Is he trying to show me he won’t hurt me? What do I do? Should I try talking to him? I’m scared, but he also looks scared too. No, I have to be brave! I came out here all on my own just to see him and I’m looking at him right now.

“H-Hi....”

  Virgil was stunned. Did he just say hi to me? That wasn’t my imagination was it? Should I say hi back, no wait, what if my voice is really loud? Then should I wave, no no, sudden movements might scare him off. What am I supposed to do then? I need to answer quickly or it will freak him out. Here goes!

“Hi…”

So awkward, but he didn’t run. That’s a good sign.

“Um...my name’s Virgil, wh-what’s yours?”

God, I hate small talk! Will he even answer? My mouth doesn’t look scary does it? What if he thinks I want to eat him or something? Ugh, gross, only Remus would find it funny to try and eat someone.

“My name’s Patton. It’s ni-nice to meet you Virgil.”

He’s talking to me, like we’re having an actual conversation. He’s even smiling at me now. Man he looks so cute!

“Hey Virgil? Yo-you’re not going to hurt me are you?”

“What no, of course not! I-I could never hurt you...you’re so nice and sweet. I’d hate myself even more if I ever hurt you. Please believe me!”

“Woah hey it’s okay I believe you!”

“Really?! I’m so relieved. After what you both talked about I was so worried you’d be too afraid to even talk to me.”

“So you did hear us after-all...”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I mean I must look like some kind of giant monster to you guys, but I was happy to hear you thought I was at least different compared to the others.”

“That’s because you are different, but still tha-”

  Patton flinched as he locked his gaze onto Virgil’s hand now lowering down towards him. He braced himself expecting to be grabbed, but was surprised to feel soft fingertips caressing his face and hair instead. Surprised, he looked up to a beautiful smile painted on Virgil’s face.

 Patton blushed deeply as he titled his head into Virgil’s gentle strokes. Virgil was pleased to see Patton had stopped shaking and looked like he enjoyed being touched.

“Sorry if I scared you. I just really wanted to touch you and make it clear that you’re safe here with me.”

“It’s okay. I’m not scared anymore and I do feel safe.”

“I’m glad to hear that...do you think I could pick you up?”

“Sure, I’d like that a lot.”

“Alright, just stay still while I bend down to grab you. I promise to be careful.”

“I trust you Virgil.”

  Virgil was elated to hear those words as he carefully lifted Patton up in his hand and closer to his face to get a better look. As Virgil inched Patton closer, Patton took the initiative and landed a kiss onto Virgil’s cheek. 

Virgil yelped in surprise, but remained still as to not jostle Patton around in his hand. His face had gone completely red in amazement at suddenly being kissed.

“What was that for?”

“That’s for the yummy cookies you made me. Did you not like it?”

“What, no I-I liked it! I just wasn’t expecting it, is all.”

“Oh well that’s good to hear. I can give you more if you want!”

“Let’s not for now. I don’t think my heart could take that a second time.”

  Patton giggled a bit at Virgil’s bright red face. He felt so silly now for ever being afraid of such a person.

“Still, the cookies you made me were delicious. Thank you again for them.”

“I-I’m glad you liked them. Although, there’s no need to thank me really. I made them as a thank you for all the origami animals you’ve been making me. They’ve always made me feel special.”

“That’s because you are special.”

“Geez, are you always this sweet?”

  Patton only smiled widely in response. Then he yawned and rubbed his eyes. It had gotten pretty late and Patton was finally slowing down.

“I think it might be best for you to head on back now Patton and get some rest.” “But I don’t want to leave yet! How about we have a sleepover and I stay here with you for the night?”

“What about your other friend who ran away? I’m sure he’s worried about you.”

“You mean Roman? Oh he’s been glaring at us for awhile now from behind the bookshelf.”

“WHAT?!”

  Virgil frantically focused on the spot at the bottom of the bookshelf he had placed at the other side of his room. There, tucked away in shadow, was instead Roman staring daggers at him. It would appear he came back after noticing Patton wasn’t behind him, but he was still too scared to come back over.

“HEY ROMAN! I’M GOING TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH VIRGIL, OKAY?”

“WHAT!? NO NOT O-”

Before Roman could finish, another person’s hand wrapped itself around his mouth and skillfully dragged his entire frame out of sight. Then a similar hand shot out from the darkness in the form of a thumbs up.

“What in the world was that?”

“That was probably Logan. It seems like he’s given the okie-dokie on me staying here with you for the night.”

“Oh….okay. Are you still sure about this though? What if I roll over in my sleep and squish you, or maybe you fall off the bed?” “Don’t worry so much kiddo. It’ll be okay! If you’re worried about hurting me or me finding my way off the bed then I’ll just sleep on top of you.”

“On top of me?”

“Yeah, I’ll sleep on your chest. You think that will work?”

“O-on my chest?! I am a pretty solid sleeper so it sounds like the safest option, but will you be comfortable there?”

“I personally think I’ll be super comfortable there.”

  Virgil had reached his limit for compliments and overheated at those words. All he could do now was give a simple nod in agreement and start to move into position to allow Patton to climb on top of him. The sensation of Patton’s tiny hands gripping onto Virgil’s shirt was strange and tickled like Hell. Luckily, the feeling faded quickly as Patton crawled over to the center of Virgil’s chest and laid down. Virgil used one hand to bring the sheets up to his torso and the other to hold Patton in place.

“You comfortable?”

“Very much so.”

“Cool. Hey Patton, before you go to sleep I just wanted to say that I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I met you too Virgil.”

  Patton yawned as he nuzzled his face into Virgil’s chest. Virgil blushed and pressed one of his fingers to Patton’s back and stroked it soothingly.

“Goodnight Patton.”

“Goodnight Virgil.”

  As they drifted into a deep slumber it was unsure of how things would go from now on. However, they both knew that no matter what came their way they would never want to be apart.

The End

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the teen show genre is back. that it had announced it’s grand return at such a time of deep uncertainty and unimaginable loss, especially for an entire generation of teenagers, is relief, respite, and a necessary and urgent gain. there is nothing but gratitude for this...for its intended audience and for those of us who will live vicariously through the lives of the kids, for those of us who will watch, and walk with the kids. for someone like me who longs to feel strongly about a story enough to write again.

despite my ‘desperate begging’ for the return of the youth oriented show. i did not picture this. in my defense, i did not know about this story at all. now, when i did learn the gist of the story, i did not expect much. it is, after all, a trope we’ve repeatedly seen in practically every language. in my defense, again, i would have found this show, and watched it anyway, in support of the network, probably be mildly entertained, slightly amused, and successfully distracted. and that would have been enough. i was bound to find this show, though during a deep dive into the youtube rabbit hole, chancing upon a japanese doll and an american cutie, realizing the creative team for this show is that creative team. my favorite creative team. i was sold.

i knew i was going to love this show enough to write. the question is, how? do i live tweet, take notes, and write a post for every episode, or do i live tweet take notes, listen, take notes and write one big post at the end of the series? judging by how much detail i know this team puts into a story in the form of metaphors, seeds, pay offs, connection and clues, clearly obvious in this first episode alone, this calls for an episodic post, for the peace of my own nerdy, detailed obsessed mind.

it is worth repeating that i haven’t read the book. this focuses on the series alone. no references, no comparison to its source material.

and it begins. oddly so.

first, a note on the casting: my attachment to a show is dependent on my attachment to the cast of the show. i spent the weeks and months leading up the pilot episode learning as much as i can about this refreshing cast of newbies. i’d been watching rise since it began, and so it wasn’t difficult to develop a soft spot for the five rise kids who are part of the show. as for the rest of the cast, their interviews and streams are all surprisingly impressive. i always like to say ‘walang patapon sa mga batang ito.’ none at all. they are all so special that i am in awe of how many gifted children are in one batch at one time, in time for a show like this. the teen show slot was vacant because it was waiting for these specific kids. 

everyone who was given moments on this episode made the most of their moments. episode one’s surprises were criza, who is a natural. i am just grateful naih was able to use all of criza’s kulit energy. gelo, i’ve known is funny, but it wasn’t until i saw him in character that i realized just how hysterical he is. i enjoyed his interaction with ysay, i am wondering if there is more of that. v no longer surprises. i find that she is incredibly underrated still. i love that girl. fictional life sometimes clouds my judgement, ever so slightly, but these mean girls, are the mean girls i would cheer for. i’ve just been enjoying the girls’ junket interviews so much that it is also a joy to watch them in character. aimee is spunky, sophie is incredibly poised. khloe is a joy to watch, and ash just fits in, dalia...i have never seen a girl with such strong presence and beauty since hopie. i have never enjoyed watching a local queen bee as much as i feel i would enjoy, and hate to watch kim. dalia is amusing to watch too, so there’s that. joao, you know i have always found reliable and competent. limer, i am just happy an actor like him is in a show as big as this. kaorys is my in on this show. they are favorites. i adore them. she registers well on camera, and rhys is music to my ears, and has such an animated, expressive face. i cannot wait to watch their subplot and write about them in detail. i am attached to these kids. i know they are going to be a joy to watch.

melizza, melizza deserves her own paragraph. i first paid attention to when she was answering those miss universe questions on rise, and my jaw literally dripped at how intelligent she is. that intelligence shines through in her portrayal of elle. she is self-aware, and aware of her co-stars in a scene. she is conscious of where she is in a scene. she does she is a realiable actress in that there is no fear that she will break character it doesn’t have to be her scene, but i cannot help but watch her. she isn’t a scene stealer, but she is always acting, always reacting. she gets the assignment: from speaking french to playing a nuanced mean girl whose meanness, is as she understands and plays elle, stems from fear, from being threatened. i actually love that. there is no real villain in this story, just kids navigating unfamiliar, ugly, strange feelings, with limited ways to express these feelings. melizza gets it. i said i am a melizza fan now. i mean it.

donny and belle individually: i had known of donny, watched him long enough to know him, and who his family is. since he started mostly on social media, this ate didn’t quite get the appeal. no offense, it’s just a generational thing. haha! when he started acting, he was like most greenhorns to me, appeal understandable, charming to an extent, but with still so much to learn. i missed his last acting stint before this show. i did not watch jpd.

belle is a going bulilit alum. that’s all i really need to know to trust the casting. i wasn’t a fan yet. i had no clue about the story so i did not know just how much weight the character carried, but by virtue of the fact that she’s been acting the longest out of the ensemble, i knew she knew what she would be doing. i knew the management knew what they were doing when they casted her. belle as the focal point of the story lends such an air of confidence that the story will be told well and that the necessary intimacies will be handled with care. belle’s ability to transform would make max’s arc effective. i did not watch jpd. i had heard about it.i had heard it was surprise. ‘the ending part...’ it was all too familiar: lizquen, circa 2012, must be love: ‘the ending...’

it was completely blind, complete trust.

their casting made me momentarily forget that there were multiple rounds of auditions, from which the each of the cast were carefully picked. it just seemed so random, that is, in context of say, kaori and rhys that could count kuya’s house as part of their shared history. so much of my acceptance of this new pairing depended on how much i trusted the team, and how i knew they worked. i then consumed any and all donbelle content i could find, which, at that time was painfully lacking. imagine the excitement when that first general assembly officially kicked off the hih junket, from then on, they started to grow on me. 

these are two calm, cool, collected kids, with a kulit side for sure, but they both take their sweet time. there is a formality and wide open space that was begging to be bridged with these two. there were times i would will myself to see it.  theirs isn’t an instant explosion of chemistry, but a sustained afterglow. once that was clear, the goal of sustaining this partnership for however long, how many other stories they can tell together, also became clearer.

it was the tv patrol interview by the lockers that had me sold. it was him joking that they were already married with three kids. it was the way he looked at her in that interview, the way he still does, with donbelle, it’s all the little, quiet things. i don’t know how to explain it, but if they were to jump into the emotional deep end together, i have no fear.

now, back to the beginning which i thought was strange. a recap of what i imagine is the entire first season, artistic as it may be, is one huge spoiler. i realized, this is based on a book. those who’ve read it obviously know what’s going to happen. such opening is meant to set the mood. it’s an invitation to emotionally invest. it’s safe to say, it accomplished those two goals, but i feel as though there is more to that opening. as someone who is clueless about the source material, it reassures that it doesn’t matter what we know, or don’t know, because this is less a story of ‘what?’ and more a story of ‘whys?’ and ‘hows?’this takes me back to the first general assembly when comparisons to the meteor garden, boys over flowers were brought up. i understand the comparisons, but now that the first episode has aired, i feel so strongly against it.  

this introductory montage is proof that it is not about the pieces of the story, but how the pieces are moved around to tell a story, to give us a fresh new perspective of a trope, starring stereotypical characters. the story is told in retrospect, with our lead looking back, taking all the pieces of the whole apart, rather than building the story as she goes along (which is incidentally how i like to take in stories).

the introductory montage is a device that allows a more expanded storytelling. the story is told from max’s point of view. it’s a story of how she sees things, this makes her an unreliable narrator due to her blind spots and clouded judgement. as the story goes along, the audience sees that it is not only max’s story, it is deib’s as well, and the rest of the characters’ stories, max only sees the bigger picture in retrospect. because i am such a nerd, imagine my kilig when i realize why that choice for an opening was made? i may have screamed.

notes, questions, favorite moments.

belle’s ‘sigurado,’ the first 4-5 notes of the hooked sprinkled throughout the episode.

on the road: the transition from max on the trike and deib, in his car rushing through a countryside road, if that was clean editing, i’d celebrate it...that the two people were on the same road at the same time travelling different directions is the most clever storytelling moment thus far. i love when seeds are planted and pay offs are grand. it was hardly a meet cute, but it was some intense head on collision. okay, i got it just then, the accident was a literal representation of their metaphorical colliding. it was a lot of things for her: irritation, wonder, disturbance, fascination, disruption. it was a complicated mix for him too, except clouded by the rush of having to be somewhere else other than that moment. charged. electric. spark. lightning that escaped him. (yup. more on that later).

this encounter begs the question: what was deib doing there? why was he in a rush?

the airport scene: ‘hinihintay ka na ng kapalaran mo.’ a beautiful verbal sign of things to come.

meeting daddy: it’s what uncertainty does to max that i find so disarming her fidgeting the heart shaped pendant close to her chest, summoning said heart for strength, and grace, counting on the assurance of its familiarity.

the car conversation with dad: still disarming. charming. curious. that the necklace from which hangs her heart shaped confidante was actually her dad’s gift to her mom. how heartwarming is the thought that the one thing that makes her feel close to her mom is actually from her dad who she is meeting for what i assume is the first time? i think it’s a beautiful irony.

the dinner table scene. the family dynamic it established. elle’s french, max wrestling with the chopsticks on the side.

sleepless max. her hidden vulnerability, and with whom that vulnerability finds comfort. who is babu?

max’s fist at the school entrance, and elle calling her out on it.

the cafeteria scene, and how that whole moment is the selling point of the story - brave max who does not care for the social rules of her new school standing up to the bully who happens to look the way he does. i won’t say she’s unaffected, but at that point  her view is clouded with the injustice she just witnessed, that is until they recognize each other. as a side note: ysay and lorde’s interaction made me smile.

the aftermath. max has now caught the attention of the whole school, she has caught the attention of the mean girls so much so that walking down the halls is social suicide. when aimee confronted her, (sophie did so well!) my eyes looked for elle’s eyes. there were layers upon layers of emotion there: shame, hesitation, confusion, fear, maybe anger, there was a flash of her wanting to connect too, or did i just imagine it?

the gym scene with all the boys. it’s probably my favorite...not really, but it’s the scene that gave me so much, the scene that proved to me that this is more than just a simple, one dimensional teen show. this one moment spawned so many fan theories online that i have yet to read. it’s interesting when we cross that bridge, but to me for now, it is from this point up to the debate that kind of turned the tables, and gave the story a sudden depth that’s unexpected. it made the audience pay attention to deib as well, that this is as much his story too. and on the aspect of change, in one interview (i can’t remember which one), i remember belle describing max as someone who wants to change the people around her, and through that, she is changed as well. i did not understand what she meant at that time, until this. and the debate.

the debate: i just love the debate, simply because i love words, but long-winded dialogue like that is risky especially on a show like this. i loved it. i loved the rhythm, poetry, and point of it. i love how layered it is. i loved how comfortable was delivering his lines. i did not cringe, which just means he has gotten better at this whole acting thing, and it’s always a joy to watch someone breakthrough. this moment was necessary as a springboard to the next scene, to show that the rivalry isn’t just a physical one, but a rivalry of the minds too. (i enjoyed that that was pointed out in one of the kumu lives)  this is also one of the scenes that proved what the introductory montage was trying to establish: that max is an unreliable narrator, that there are things she doesn’t see. i would say the tables have turned, and it has, but we also discovered that deib has always been the romantic, and max the realist. at that moment we know that max will be changed irrevocably. that ending took the wind out of me. that hurt, but it was thrilling too, made me excited for things to come.

 ‘love is like lightning.’ poor deib doesn’t know he has been struck by lightning, and is prone to the electricity of one. he doesn’t know it yet because of the gray sky gloom of his shattered heart.

the kiss is everything, it was shocking, kilig and all that, but in context of the story, it is more appealing more kilig to think of all the interactions that lead up to that accidental kiss, all the pent up tension in those interactions that is channeled into that meeting of lips. oh gosh! it just occurred to me, this kiss was predicated by such a verbose exchange just to prove a point, to win. it only took this kiss to shut both max and deib up. i would say there are no winners here. they are both losers to love. except. it’s still to early to call it, right?

in terms of the team up: implied as it is, this is what i mean when i say, i am unafraid for these two to go there, when necessary. there is such a safety i sense between donny and belle, in the way they care for each other. it’s beautiful.

to say that this show only promotes bullying to its young, impressionable target demographic, could not be more wrong. this show matters because it gives its characters (who are representative of today’s teen generation), complete arcs, and safe spaces for feelings no matter how ugly they are. it’s a show that allows teens to be teens, allows them to figure things out for themselves, a show that allows them to relate with one another, as they should. and the usual byproduct of emotional teens relating with one another is bullying. it’s not the best thing ever, but it is what it is. see, we can only pray and hope that the kids turn out to be good ones, but to expect kids to be perfect is out of the question. this is a work of fiction, of course there is a tinge of exaggeration. now, if you all are that bothered by the bullying, i hope there are adults watching with you. be kilig. have fun with the show, but always look deeper.

why do you think i needed three re-watches and few days for a post this long?

i am excited for the next episodes.

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(if i think to add more, this will be edited).

[kuronokiseki]

update

i will not get the latest emerald bcs 1) im not rich and 2) i dont care abt sentiment sorry :p but ive seen there’s a facebook page posting the full chapter so why should i bother in the midst of this outbreak i would love to write a summary of the latest romantica chapters, but i left my copy back at college :”( and there are several missing pages in the google drive i’ve shared before, so here is the updated one : https://drive.google.com/drive/u/3/folders/12rLDeoNdptytLmI65GYDoB8YCGhabaAg it should be 48 pages instead of 45. but dont fret yet! i can remember some important points from the chapters, so i can tell what’s happening. so here it goes:

- at the end of chapter 50, manami asked takahiro to try listen to misaki’s feelings. as advised, he called misaki and asked, “if you don’t mind, why dont we have a private talk someday? just the two of us?” and leading to misaki reluctantly said “...okay.”

- chapter 51 resumed right after the phone call, when the romantica couple were in the middle of their trip. the sudden call was making him anxious bcs he could see what’s abt to come

- misaki offered to pay half of the trip and akihiko asked why, it’s bcs misaki wanted to be independent to the very least

- akihiko could tell there was something fishy with misaki, then he said “there’s no use of hiding it, misaki is so easy to read after all” and thus misaki told him the promise he recently made with takahiro

- to respect misaki’s feelings, akihiko asked him to pay 3300 yen. misaki was surprised of how cheap he had to pay and akihiko said bcs 330 is mi-sa-ki. akihiko said the money will be into the misaki bank and the latter asked “what the hell is that”, the older replied “it’s a secret” much to misaki’s annoyance

- usagi-mom was there bcs she thought her son had used the place as inspiration of one of his books. misaki was confused, “I’ve read all of your books and i don’t remember this place?” and akihiko confirmed it himself that he didn’t write abt it

- akihiko was displeased by her appearance and wondered what’s the point of coming to see the place if it’s in his book and misaki, attempting to console him said “ISN’T THAT BECAUSE USAGI-SAN’S WRITING IS AMAZING? RIGHT” and gave him a thumb up. when misaki said that, the text bubbles are in sparkles

- akihiko laughed a bit, misaki felt he was being ridiculed, in which the older stroked his hair and said “thank goodness im coming here with misaki.” in which misaki blushed in response. the younger thought he should stop prodding into his family’s issues but he noticed akihiko was getting soft

- so our babies went outside and misaki asking akihiko to play in the snow with him in standard misaki fashion (the blushing and stuff)

misaki: there’s something i would like to try... akihiko: is it hot makeout session under the snow misaki: NO!!!

- akihiko and misaki playing snowball fight while being stupidly in love with each other and literally sparkling in each others eyes ✨ ✨ lmao

- i assume they got horn-y for each other after the eye smexing hence jumping immediately into sex in the bath and here’s the moment y’all are waiting for:

misaki: (thinks) is it bcs of the different place, is it the cold or the surroundings... unlike the usual somehow i feel like usagi-san’s... is getting so BIG akihiko: misaki you’re tighter than usual

- man do i need to explain in detail abt the smex

- aww man here it goes

- misaki said he was abt to come, then akihiko pulled out and decided to “help” misaki through it 👀 

- butttt akihiko was still in perv rabbit mode and threw misaki onto his shoulder (why no princess carry >:v) bcs he wanted to continue on the bed. misaki protested by covering himself with a towel, akihiko asked while pointing at the towel “what are you going to do with that” and misaki angrily replied “i’ll decide what i want to do with it! D//:<”

- akihiko pulled the towel and said “you cant do that. im deprived of you. and aren’t you too? :}”

- they resumed and the same ol “if you’re embarrassed then i am too. im not lying - i am always serious when it comes to you” and misaki thought of “if he’s happy then im happy too”

- the next day, they went for a fancy breakfast, bumped into usagi-mom and misaki’s failed attempt to brighten the mood

- dun dun dunnnn kaoruko and mizuki

- kaoruko heard from ijuuin that misaki was coming to kyushu and she’s mad that he went without telling her so she’s coming too

- annoyed, akihiko asked misaki to return to their room and chapter ends :v

- this is almost the full summary wtf

personal thoughts

the usual fluff chapter again and nothing much happened other than misaki’s promise to takahiro. but dont you think it’s rly cute that misaki, despite not liking of reading wordy books have read all of akihiko’s works. man doesnt that makes him a huge fanboy, but there’s no way he could admit it in his lover’s face :3c

that being said, looking forward for the next romantica issue. pray for my wallet and my parents not finding out D:

[violentmouths]

Grima Li's Friends Angela and Jude

I've decided to introduce Angela and Jude, Grima's two best friends as they will be in the V Experiences as well. Idk, here ya go

Tagging: @birdgirl69 @clevermentalitybeliever @dhalia111 @cantcopewithlosingv @krazy06 @thedyingmoon

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Grima woke up on a lovely Thursday by some light seeping through the curtains. The only reason why she liked Thursday mornings was because she got to see her friends. The little monstress got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush her jagged teeth, then running back to her room to put on clothes. Grima always wore a black overall dress and a long sleeved black and white striped shirt, she put on her black socks and booties before dashing down the hall, she jumped on the railing and slid down all the way to the end of the stairs.

"Bye mom" The five eyed child tried to say, I turned the door knob and opened the door to go to my favorite place where my best friends meet up "Wait Grima!" Alexandra shouted from the kitchen, Grima walked onto the porch and turned around to wait for her mother, who dashed down the hall to give her a small brown lunch bag. "Here's your lunch; spicy tuna balls, apple slices with peanut butter, and an apple juice." Alexandra said handing her daughter the lunch bag, the many eyed monstress took the little brown bag and stared at her mother; this was how Grima smiled.

"Thank you mom." The little monstress tried to say, mom noticed that I forgot to put on my face mask "Wait a minute, you forgot something~" Alexandra sang, as she reached into her pocket. The male headed monstress grabbed a white face mask and placed it on the lower half of Grima's face "I've completely forgot about that mom, thank you." She slurred, Alexandra kissed her child's forehead before she dashed off the porch and down the street.

Out of town, where the flowers grew as tall as trees, where the grass was rich, soft, and green. On the tallest hill stood a drooping cherry blossom tree that looked like a cupped hand. Oh how its beautiful petals blew out to the grasslands. That, is where Grima and her friends relaxed.

Sitting on the hill as well was a red and white checker-like blanket sitting under the shade with two monsters sitting in the shade. The five eyed monstress' eyes widened, she ran towards the hill as fast as her legs could carry her "Good evening!" She shouted, waving a hand in the air for them to see, "Good evening!" She didn't stop screaming that until she got up the hill, and sat on the picnic blanket "Good... Evening..." Grima panted. Her friends, Jude and Angela looked at the panting mknstress and smiled "To you as well, Grima" Jude replied, bowing his large head.

Jude Light was a thirteen year-old air headed boy who had a giant dim lit lightbulb for a head while his body was made out of wire, nuts, and blots he could feel, but it wasn't necessary for him to eat. The inner part of his lightbulb always shined purple, but if he was happy; it'd shine yellow, if he was sad; blue, if he was angry; red, if he was scared; dark purple, if he was embarrassed; pink, and if he was disgusted; green. His emotions was based on color. Jude wore a sailor shirt with blue shorts and a sailor hat, he came from the other side of Rabbit Hole thus to the way he speaks. But for some reason, just to piss Angela and Grima off, he'd speak in rhyme whenever he could. Not to mention he always rode on a unicycle everywhere he went.

Angela looked at Jude and nodded, Angela Marionette was a twelve year-old puppet made out of the finest mahogany in the United Kingdom, she had long lucious red hair and always wore dresses that went above her knees, she always wore flats and sandals; she dressed like a rich, popular girl while Grima dressed in black to make herself feel not so insecure. Angela's father always painted up her face to make her look flawless, making Grima jealous as Angela had lips and she didn't, but they did have a few things in common; their mouths moved up and down whenever they spoke, they usually grew tired of Jude's antics, They had dreams, and were only daughters in their family. She wore a blue dress with a yellow bow that rested on her ponytail. She wore her black flats that sat in the grass.

"How's everyone's day going so far?" Angela asked, I looked at her before crossing my legs under my dress "It's great." said Grima who leaned towards them "I'm glad your day is swell, Grima." Jude said with enthusiasm, he always enjoyed cutting Angela off.

One day, she'll knock him off his feet, literally.

Angela scoffed at Jude before looking at me, continuing to talk to me "So Grims, what did your mother make you?" She asked, gesturing towards her small friends lunch bag, the many eyed monstress looked at her lunch bag before reaching inside and placing the food on the blanket "Spicy tuna balls, apple slices with peanut butter, and an apple juice." Grima slurred pointing at her lunch, Angela gave her friend a warm gesture by biwing while Jude pouted, "I have a ham and cheese sandwich, orange slices, and a grape juice" she said holding up her juice box, Grima smiled and held up her juice box as well, Jude crossed his arms and huffed "I'm so jealous of you both," he spat as his tungsten filament started to glow red "you two can eat, and I can't shove anything down my mouth." He muttered putting on a frown. Yes, he had some what of a face inside the lightbulb, it was from the tungsten filaments, a zigzag for a mouth and two beady eyes. "Oh hush Jude, you aren't missing out on much." Angela teased, taking a bite of her sandwich, the monstress pulled down her mask and picked up one of her spicy tuna balls, taking a huge bite. The little monstress covered her mouth so her friends wouldn’t see her food being mashed up.

"But it's not fair, Angela, that's what I'm saying. Please, just hush up, eat your sandwich, and stop playing." Jude snapped, Grima looked at Angela who was getting angry for what Jude said to her, she fumbled before looking around to see if anyone was around to see what she'd do, Angela put up a finger and tapped rapidly on Jude's head. A loud ting came from the lightbulb.

Ting ting ting ting

"Pleeeeeease stooooop thaaaaaat" Jude begged, "I'm gonna be siiiiiiick" Grima couldn't help but laugh as she poked the straw into her juice box and took a few sips "Fine," Angela sighed, she turned her head and looked away from us "then apologize!" She snapped, Jude fumbled before looking at the monstress, Grima pointed her chin at Angela; she was right, he should've never said that. Jude sighed, his color went back to its  regular purple. "Angela," he twiddling his index fingers together, "I'm terribly sorry for saying that. Could you ever find a place in your heart to forgive a lowlife fool like me?" Jude said in a low voice. Just then, Angela turned around, staring into the lights "Ok Jude," she sighed, "I forgive you." the two shared a hug before looking at Grima, if she could give them a warm smile she would, so the monstress gave them warm eyes that comes with the smile instead.

A loud noise zoomed over our heads, it made the wind blow through my hair as well as Angela's, and it knocked Jude's hat off his head. "Crikey! What on earth was that?" Jude exclaimed, the five eyed monstress brushed her hair down before turning around "It's uh- helicopter" Grima replied, she didn't take her eyes off the helicopter as it flew over the town. "Must be from those revolting humans!" Angela snorted, the monstress looked back at the marionette, who's eyes were filled with disgust. "Are they watching us from that helicopter?" Grima asked looking back at the disappearing helicopter.

Ever since she was born, the helicopters have been flying over town.

[ajoy3fanfics]

Missing Pt. V

Hey hey! I hope this chapter finds everyone well :) I had a super stressful week- I was given two really great job opportunities and had to make a choice on a deadline, and I think I drove everyone crazy weighing the pros and cons. I dove into writing this while procrastinating and giving my loved one a break from my (very voiced) indecision. Hope you like it!

Also found on FF.NET

~.~

“You owe me, like, ten times over dude.” Miroku complained as he walked through the threshold of his small, no- their-small apartment. He carried a large brown box in his hands, full of his new roommates things and set them on the counter with a loud thud. Inuyasha glanced over at Miroku and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The guy had done him a favor, a hugeone, so he had to curb his instincts to mock his best friend.

“I know, you’ve told me about a million times. On the way home from the hospital, this morning when you angrilymade coffee.” He held up his fingers, ticking off the ways for dramatic effect. “While you were driving in the car on the way there. Walking up the damn steps to her house. On the way home, when you tried to give me every detail-“

“Because you were astoundingly uninterested!” He interrupted. “How can you not care, or-or- at the very least be a little interested in how your quasi break up went?”

Inuyasha waived him off. “Can’t remember dating her, so why should I be interested in the break up?” Extra drama just for the sake of it? No thanks. His interest was on Kagome. The minute he had come home and taken a shower- a real one, with real shampoo, not the cheap shit the hospital gave out- he was dressed and ready to hunt her down. He was pretty sure Miroku laced his food with pain killers, because after he scarfed down his ramen, he became too tired to even move. Conceding that maybe, just maybehe needed some rest before he went on the hunt didn’t sit well with him, but he had no other choice; it was either take it easy and get well, or pass out somewhere on the side walk and get re-admitted to that nut house they called a hospital. He placated his ego by trying to track her online, tracing her digital footprint.

Except she had none. He couldn’t find her anywhere!

“It was a nightmare, just so you know.” Miroku filled him in, his tone quick, snappy. “That woman is a freaking ice queen. She watched over me like a hawk without saying a word. I still have chills!” He cried, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing them for pseudo-warmth.

“I got it.” He said threw his hands up in surrender. “I owe you.” This time didroll his eyes before sinking back down into the cushions. But not before turning his head so his best friend couldn’t see.

That would just be rude.

Inuyasha looked up at him, as if remembering for the first time that Miroku had come back with his things, and not just attempts at emotional blackmail.“Hey, did you find my red hoodie? How about my old necklace, the one with the beads? Or-“

“Yesand yes.” He snapped. “If you wanted an itemized list you should’ve just gone yourself.” Miroku narrowed his eyes at his best friend, not for the first time realizing that living together was going to be an adjustment. He was happy to do it, of course, and thankful Inuyasha had made it out of his coma okay, but damn if he wasn’t one of the most think headed bastards he knew. Wearily, as if the fight and stress of the day had hit him all at once, he let out a long suffering sigh. It would do no good to harp on the dog demon about Kikyo;  Once Inuyasha was set on something, there was no changing his mind, and right now, he was only focused on getting Kagome back.

“I can’t believe they recovered that from the crash.” He said, nodding towards the phone in the demons clawed hands. “Your bike was completely totaled, but amazingly, your phone wound up without a scratch.”

The dog demon grunted as he examined case. “It’s the otterbox. Nothing breaks this shit. Best 35 dollars you’ll ever spend.”

“I would’ve taken your word without a near death demonstration.” He mocked. Inuyashas focused was back on the phone, and clearly unhappy. “Any luck?” He questioned, his tone considerably less edgy.

“I cant find her on facebook.” He complained. “Or Instagram, snapchat. Anything! Its like she disappeared!”

“Did you really think you’d be communicating or sharing memes after the horrific break up you had?”

“Horrific?” He echoed. “Wh-“

“Nope.” Miroku held up his hand, effectively cutting off his question. “Not going down that rabbit hole. All I’m saying is she hasn’t gone MIA. She’s just blocked you.”

The demon knit his brows together as he considered Mirokus words, running his tongue over his sharp fang before he spoke. “If you know that,” he said, “that means you have her on social media. She hasn’t blocked you.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Miroku firmly told him no. No way was he going to let Inuyasha just peruse though his phone so he could stalk his ex. He drew the line at being an accomplice to a misdemeanor. Complaining that he was hot and sweaty, and above all, irritated, he was going to take a shower to cool off; Miroku disappeared into his room, retrieving a spare change of clothes and a towel- and no phone.

He had left it on his nightstand, plugged into the charger, never thinking that his best friend would invade his space like that; Inuyasha was someone who valued privacy, and although stubborn, respected a boundary when one was given. That’s why he was so shocked to see the dog demon sitting crossed legged on his bed, red flannel pajamas a sharp contrast to his crisp white sheets, face pale as a ghost. Inuyasha must have heard him turn the shower knob, letting the water come to a stop, the click of the door handle opening, his footsteps steadily approaching the door; but he never moved, made no effort to hide it. When he finally looked Mirokus way, he swallowed hard.

“She has a boyfriend.”

[sugar-petals]

Submissive Jungkook

All my ladies noonas, put your hands up!

And everyone else interested in sub!Kook. 

If you have time, join me here for this huge trainwreck of a post.

First: analysis for a general impression

Get ready for some psychology and body language reading

Then: submissive JK in a relationship & in bed 

Drawing inspiration from real life, then comes the fictional element

Without further ado, let’s begin with some awkward throwback

Have you seen the hidden camera prank from Rookie King

Jeon... was lost and in panic

Default reaction when anything sexual happens: freeze and look elsewhere

Bunnies are very timid animals. It’s no coincidence that it’s his nickname besides the physical resemblance

He really is a bunny. JK as a person clings to his idea of polite invisibility or gets defensive using his shenanigans after enduring a whole lot. 

I’ll use the member interactions to show you an example of what I mean. Like when Taehyung tries to get cuddles from him, aggressively so 

Jungkook says Jimin by comparison tries two times, then goes away

But V keeps going and going and going, Kook tolerating it endlessly until he carries Taehyung away 

To me, Jimin has a submissive streak, Taehyung a dominant one. Or at least it came out like that in the situation. Now in which case did you have an actual interaction? The latter. Two subs inevitably part, there’s no incentive while D and S stick like glue. 

Going by this anecdote we can already tell what position’s made for Jeon. Not in terms of Taekook or Jikook or another pairing, but a general attitude. 

Going on the offensive - that’s not his thing except when he goes bowling. But those are pins, not people

Let’s have another example that reveals his mentality and sexual reflexes.

When Namjoon and Jimin talked about the difference between a kiss and a peck, when they asked Jungkook about tongue action

He acted like he was cleaning his body and then, poof! Disappeared

Too pure. Literally.

Playing devil’s advocate: Is he asexual? Nope. The boy was whipped for Victoria from AHL. He was put on the spot cause that’s the only time we see BTS having to act super intimate and even raunchy with girls. Let’s look at that closely.

You can see the full extent of his horniness in body language there

Never did he go all out like that again

But it exposed his entire sexual response pattern

Movements do not lie. Especially when you see the person is in constant unrestricted motion. Body language experts say “the body sings”. And he definitely was really animated. In general, Jungkook’s body language is straight-forward and you’re like “duh”. It’s because he’s very lively which leaves nothing left to guess

He was dancing, jumping, nodding, and clapping when Victoria showed up, biggest bunny smile showing. It was a genuine smile because his eyes followed his mouth. A fake smile is just teeth showing, the rest of the face is still. Meanwhile, Jungkook was eye-smiling his way through the entire episode, pupils wide even with that sunny weather. He side-eyed Victoria countless times, but couldn’t look into her eyes directly. He did the head tilt signature gesture thing which I think is like a “Phew, alright”. 

From then he started taking very deep breaths. His cheeks were also flushed, all that makeup couldn’t hide it. JK constantly fanned himself with his hands, was licking/biting his lips (that’s prep for kissing), and asking for water. He said: “I’m burning up”. “I’m really hot right now.” You’re always hot Kookie ♥

It all fits together: He was in high agreement with the situation, increased heart rate/blood circulation going on. All beyond sheer nervosity because he also expressed eagerness, excitement, and arousal. A person who shows all of these signs in a dense cluster is ready to fuck. Or to get fucked as we will discover now:

He fumbled at his face ALL THE TIME (blocking gesture, trying to hide your reactions in embarrassment), groomed himself, especially eye region/hair and upper body where most attention naturally goes. He propped up his chest, had one hand akimbo to claim space and attention. That’s the peacock JK coming out just a bit. But then his eyes were shyly downcast constantly, what a sub. He also rubbed his hands while doing that (sign of expecting benefit). 

The major thing that gave it away, he presented and touched his neck every so often, covered his eyes, that’s a big submission gesture. He’s not the one looking - he’s being looked at. First, he wanted to be seen, then he felt ashamed, not showing initiative but still kept fanning. Shit was he turned on with nowhere to go. Thank god he had a long shirt. Boy also cooled his neck with the water bottle, whew... erogenous zone out of control.

Like damn, the war of hormone got hold of his ass. 

He even started stress eating all the props hiding in the kitchen

He’s just so adorable, I need a moment

And yes I know. I keep digging up some cringey BTS treasures there. But it’s to show what Kookie does when things are at stake sexually. That was the most visible when confronted with women who’re older than him so far

So here it is: Fight < flight or stay still. It’s not just in AHL, it’s his consistent reaction

Something else that adds to that

He demonstrates high flusteredness paired with dodging all possible interactions, paired with low self-esteem (aka not thinking about yourself in a positive manner). Like when the other boys interacted with the girls he was putting himself down a lot, trying to escape. Suga shows the exact same pattern. Exact same. 

Fearful-avoidant attachment style in psychology 

It’s the hardest attachment style to tackle, it’s neither confident and secure enough to be J-Hope level easy-going

Jungkook needs someone dominant to back him up there and give him, I quote JK himself: “Safety first, safety second, coolness third”

Safety to express himself in particular so all that good erotic energy can go somewhere. His attachment style might be careful but his sex drive, mmmh. It’d grow to be strong and healthy. I think you could easily access him via that route. Especially given that Jungkook is extremely sensitive toward everything physical and learns quickly there

The issue to handle is: Even if he has the dirtiest of thoughts, he doesn’t have the nerve to bring them out completely. It tortures him from the inside. As I said he is very “all in” but lacking release in his behavior

No way on earth you can pair him up with someone equally reserved or anxious. 

Bold extrovert strongly required. 

Though not someone who got the mindset of helping or saving Jungkook from his angsty inner world or overall bashfulness 

Or at worst, playing with that irresponsibly. It needs someone who thinks one step further - it’s about just loving him how he is.

Jungkook likes to be carefree and himself. If he can be unbothered like that everything is fine. The members say he’s really talkative in his comfort zone. Like when he floated on the pool in AHL, he was just himself. Or in that “Jungkook is still a baby” Bangtan Bomb. Or recently in that BTS run episode where he was all sleepy and cuddly.

You have to understand, him being nervous shows much of his investment and desire to do well, but also feeling a bit hindered to show his fun side

And the fearful, insecure attitude anticipates being taken care of by you.

Thus he still doesn’t like to be labeled as the oppa who’s supposed to have everything under control like a true senior. He just can’t and shouldn’t live up to it. Kookie’s just perfect the way he is as a baby boy.

He replicates the relationship of his parents, did you notice. His mom’s calling the shots and his shy dad got chased for his handsomeness. Compare with Victoria analysis above. Sounds familiar? 

I think more and more of his capricious character comes out when you’re being all mommy for Kook, and he’ll love to fool around. The relationship will be very light-hearted.

At some point he reciprocates the care, it’ll be mutual.

He likes feeding others and being fed. Lamb skewers ;) Oral fixation! That can lead to a lot more if you venture into your bedroom

As we know now, his neck is the key.

Imagine pinning him down playfully and leaving some hickeys

While feeding each other some nice dessert. Jungkook can suck your fingers and you’ll steal a bunch of kisses to remove some cream from his chin

The bunny nickname prophecy applies again. After warming up you’ll actually fuck like rabbits. He got the body for it. You’ll be immensely passionate with him. Jungkook, before he even grows into making an expertly smooth conversation with you, can please you like a pro in the sheets it’s incredible

He communicates better between your thighs. Oh Jesus take the wheel, on your entire body. He’ll cup your breasts gently, massage your belly and back, stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, your feet, nose, eyelids.  

Granted, he’ll still be shy, but follows your lead quite enthusiastically

Eagerness and excitement, remember. 

You can ride him good and wild, hands on his - alert, alert - chest

And guide you through your orgasms securely. You’ll reassure Kook how gorgeous he is, so cute and, well. Hot

And he’ll be all smiley and happy.

So

Now you know it

Submissive Jungkook is just absolutely precious.

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day and leave comments if you like. Should I write something like this for another member? Any requests welcome.

[a-court-of-illyrian-warriors]

Starfall

Deticated to one of my lovely new friends @my-boyo-fenrys thanks for encouraging me

all characters belong to Sarah J. Maas summary:  The University of Velaris is hosting a formal dance to celebrate the upcoming meteor shower. Rhys has the perfect way to ask Feyre, but he needs Cassian and Azriel’s help Word count: 3162

The Starfall dance was just a month away. Everyone had been talking about this meteor shower for months now, so our college decided to celebrate with a dance for the students. Of course my girlfriend, Feyre, and I were going to go together (who would say no to me?), but I hadn’t asked her yet. It had to be something big. Feyre was the stars in my sky and I took every opportunity to make sure she knew it. Currently, Azriel, Cassian and I were all laying around my dorm room brainstorming.

“I know!” Cassian exclaimed, tossing a handful of popcorn in his mouth, picking up a piece he dropped, and throwing it at Azriel. “Ok, so you get an alligator-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” I interrupted. “We can’t just get an alligator.” Disappointment flashed across Cassian’s face. 

“You didn’t even get to hear the best part.“ 

“Well,” Azriel started. “You always call her your “queen,” why don’t you do something with that? And besides, everyone knows you two are going to win King and Queen of Starfall.“

“Azriel you’re a genius!” I exclaimed, standing up from my seat and throwing arms up above my head.

“So you know what you’re gonna do?” Cassian asked, looking up at me.

“No, but it’s a start,” I said, my hands dropping back to my sides. I flopped back down onto the loveseat, pulling my feet up onto it. “What if…,” I began, a devilish grin on my face, “we sneak in to the girl’s dorms?“ 

“Rhys,” Azriel warned, always the protective, responsible one. But my mind was already racing at 100 miles per hour, churning up the perfect plan.  

"I like where this is going, but what does it have to do with asking Feyre to Starfall?” Cassian asked, smirking, his mind travelling elsewhere.

“Here’s what we’ll do. Somehow we sneak in, go into the living area, and cause a commotion. Since Feyre’s room is close by, she’ll be one of the first ones there, and then I’ll ask her with a huge sign and maybe…,” I ran my hand over my face, thinking.

“Balloons!” Cassian yells, excited at the aspect of danger. And balloons.

“Yeah! We’ll get balloons and a huge sign that says… ‘Will you be my Queen at Starfall?’ What do you guys say?” I could see Azriel cringing, at U-of-V there was a girl’s dorms, a guy’s dorm, and a small nuetral building in between. The girls and guys weren’t allowed in the others’ dorms but anyone could go into the connecting area just to chill or hang out.(we called it “the hang out”) And we all knew Azriel had a perfect record, and that was important to him

“I’m in!” Cassian said. He looked over at Azriel, who was the most hesitant. “Please, Az,” he whined, dragging out the “e” in please. 

“Can’t we just do it in the hang out?” Az asked.

“No, it’s not as good then. We can pull it off. Come on, you’re the most sneaky of us all. We need you on this super secret mission. Think of how happy Feyre will be!” I reasoned.

“Fine,” He mumbled, “only if I get to help with the sign." 

"Deal. Come on, let’s go get supplies.” I said, getting up and going to grab my keys.

“What? It’s like 2am!” Az yelled, but Cassian was already trailing behind me. But nevertheless, he followed.

—

We arrived at the nearest Hobby Lobby, which was open, much to our surprise. Azriel went off to get the things for our sign, and Cass came with me to get balloons. 

“Stickers, Rhys! Let’s go, we need these,” Cassian exclaimed, tugging me suddenly off into a nearby aisle. Cassian, being stronger than I, succeeded and into the sticker aisle we went. 

“Cassian, we don’t have time for this!” I whisper-yelled, trying my best to pull him in the right direction.

“Yeah we do, you know how indecisive Az is, he’ll take longer than we will. And look! Azriel would love these!” He said, picking up a pack of stickers, they were woodland animals. Little deer and foxes, squirrels and rabbits. He showed them to me, a proud smile on his face.

“Really? Get them if you must. But let’s just go,” I replied, sighing.

“Yes!” Cassian rejoiced. “Az will love these, thanks Rhys.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me off to the balloon section. I don’t know how he’s so hyper at 2:30 in the morning. I’m only surviving off confidence and caffeine. And angst.

“What colors does Feyre like?” Cassian questioned. “For the balloons.”

“Maybe blue and silver? That seems to suit her, and the Starfall theme.”

“Okay, I’ll get the balloons and you can get the helium.”

“Ok. We need a big cardboard box, too. Do they have those here?" 

"Probably,” Cassian replied from down the aisle, throwing packs of balloons at me. “I’ll go ask someone, don’t worry bro.”

“Cass-” I interrupted myself with a sigh, Cassian already long gone. There was an 80% chance I’d never see him again. 

Picking up the big box of helium, balancing the balloons on top, I went off to find Azriel. Thankfully, he was also looking for me, and I spotted him down the main aisle. 

“Where’s Cass?” He asked, holding a blank sign, markers, glitter, and glitter glue. 

I sighed, “He went to go find a box.”

“We’ll never see him again, will we?” Az joked.  

I chuckled, “That’s what I was thinking. Let’s go see if we can find him.” We walked about 10 feet before Cassian found us.

“Rhys! Az!” He called, waving at us from the literal other end of the store. “He has a box,” he said when we reached each other, pointing to the smirking, dark skinned male trailing behind him, stickers still clutched in his other hand. 

“Meet my new friend, Helion. Helion, this is Rhysand and Azriel. He says they don’t have boxes for sale but they have shipment boxes and we can have those." 

"Okay, thanks a lot, Helion,” I said, following the amber eyed male to the back where they kept the boxes. 

“My pleasure,” he drawled in response. Now this was a lady’s man. Probably a man’s man, too. But there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s any better than me. After all, I’m the one dating Feyre Archeron. 

We reached the back, where only employees were aloud. “I can only take one person with me. I assume it will be Rhysand? Since this is for your girlfriend,” He asked, one eyebrow arching as he pointed a finger at me. 

“Yeah,” I replied, setting down the helium and balloons by Azriel’s feet. “How much did you tell him?” I asked Cassian, joking. I followed him into the back, it wasn’t as top secret as I had imagined. There was a water cooler, bathroom, a ton of stock and just random things. The boxes were in the back so that gave Helion and I plenty of time to talk. I discovered that he graduated from the University of Velaris last year with a degree in ancient literature, which was suprising, and his dream was to open a library that functioned as a club at night. I picked out a huge box and returned back to my friends. 

“We should probably go pay,” I said, handing the box to Cassian so I could carry the helium. 

“Oh, I can check you out if you want,” Helion said, smirking.

Azriel scoffed, jokingly and said, “You’ve already done that.” Helion laughed, a rich, rolling, contagious laugh. 

“And here I was, thinking I could be sneaky when I wished,” Helion replied, leading us up to the front where he fired up a register. We chatted as he rang everything up. My total was a lot less than expected. I shot Helion a questioning glance. “What can I say, friends and family get discounts,” he said with a wink. 

We all clambered into my car, a 2006 Dodge Grand Caravan (it’s all I can afford as a poor college student, okay). Cassian and Azriel chose to sit in the back together. According to Cass, ‘soccer mom Rhys is no fun when he’s driving.’ I’m a careful and focused driver, but I caught part of their conversation. 

Cassian gave Azriel the stickers I would have paid $3.99 for, had it not been for Helion. Azriel smiled, thanked Cassian, and then proceeded to give him the cutest sticker. Soccer Mom Rhys was not happy. 

After we arrived back at my dorm, Cassian and Azriel went back to their shared dorm for the night. Thankfully, my roommate, Lucien, was gone for the night so I wasn’t disturbing him. We decided we’d meet the next morning to create our master plan.

–

I groaned, rolling over and swatting at whatever was tapping me incessantly.

“Rhyyyys, wake up already! You’re sleeping your life away,” whined someone who had consumed way too much caffeine. 

“Screw off, Cassian,” I mumbled, burying my head into my pillow.

He physically pulled me out of bed. “No. You told me to wake you up at 11, no matter what. So that’s what I’m doing.”

“I never said that, Cassian." 

"Yes you did! Right before you kicked us out last night. Right, Az?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you did,” Azriel said. Damnit. Whatever, I’m up now.

I stretched and yawned, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and stumbling the small distance into my shared living room. I plopped down next to Azriel. “Since you got me up this early you better be cooking” I told Cassian, I could see him in the tiny, stoveless kitchen, rummaging through my cabinets. 

“Is cereal okay?” He replied. 

“Yeah, whatever. I think it’s the only thing we have." 

"Eww!” Cassian yelled, holding out a box of Raisin Bran, pinching it in the corner and holding it away from his body as if it would bite. “What kind of monster is Lucien?!” That comment launched Azriel into a fit of giggles. 

Cassian eventually settled for Cocoa Puffs, Azriel had Apple Jacks, and I had Lucky Charms.

I put Cassian in charge of filling the balloons and then sealing them in the box, a job I deemed simple enough. I should have known better than to give him that job though, because his usual rough voice was turned high and squeaky for the next hour and a half. 

Azriel and I laid side by side as we carefully crafted the sign, something Azriel had said Cassian could not do because he has “no appreciation for art,” and in which Cassian responded with a high, “but I appreciate you, don’t I, Az?” That also made Azriel giggle.

After a few hours of work we ended up with a beautiful sign reading, “Will you be my Queen at Starfall, Feyre?” It was decorated in glitter, with ‘queen’ and ‘Starfall’ written in glitter glue. There was a big box, filled with helium balloons. A pull string was attached to the lid so Cassian could pull on it and release the balloons. 

Apparently Helion had given Cassian two of the stupid party noise makers that unrolled like snake tongues when you blew into them. And Cass insisted that he and Azriel got to use them for ‘dramatic effect.’

—

Finally the time had come. It was 1am and we were ready to infiltrate the girl’s dorms. (Cassian requested that we use “spy words.”)

Cass would carry the box, I would carry the sign and Az would go first and be the lookout. Really this wasn’t as hard as I was making it out to be. I’ve snuck into the girl’s dorms many times to “visit” Feyre, and I had seen (and unfortunately heard) a few girls in the guy’s dorms. We entered the hang out and crossed over to the girl’s dorms. They keep them locked at night for safety, but I had the electronic, hotel-like key that I had snuck from Feyre earlier in the day. 

We walked into the large living area, next to the public kitchen area with full appliances, unlike in the individual dorm rooms. Using our cellphone lights, we quietly got into place. I stood in the middle of the living room, where the hall to Feyre’s room met the living room. Cassian set the box behind me, and was sitting by the wall with the string. Azriel was in the kitchen, he would make the noise and then turn on the lights when Feyre arrived.

“Okay, go,” I whispered. Azriel smashed a plate, Cassian cursed, and I shushed him. That should raise enough suspicion for my brave Feyre to come to investigate. 

I could hear someone in the hall. “I’m going to investigate,” that was Feyre. She was probably talking to my cousin, Mor, also her roommate. Another door opened, and another voice. “Nesta? Did you hear that too?” Feyre asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to check it out.” Feyre’s oldest sister replied.

“What the fuck was that?” Definitely Amren. 

“Wait, me too,” that was Mor. They sure aren’t being very quiet. I faintly heard Nesta telling Elain that she could not come, it might be dangerous. Then we heard their footsteps down the hall. 

Azriel flipped the lights to reveal Feyre standing in the entrance to the living room, Nesta and Mor to her left and right. Amren slightly behind and Elain, always curious, tucked behind Nesta. Right after, Cassian pulled the cord and started tooting his stupid horn, making all sorts of ruckus. After we all recovered from being slightly blinded Feyre spoke up.

“Rhys? You scared the living hell out of me! You scared poor Elain half to death!” My face paled, maybe this was a bad idea. But then she rushed into my arms, crushing me in a hug. “Thank God, I thought you guys were murderers!” She laughed lightly, pulling back. 

“Surprise?” I replied, eyeing the other girls starting to gather by everyone else. “So, Feyre? Will you be my Queen at Starfall?”

“Yes, of course, Rhys. I didn’t think you even had to ask.”

“Yeah, but it’s always fun to break college rules and scare everyone.” I said, smirking.

“Uh- hey guys, how are we gonna get the balloons down from the ceiling?” Azriel interrupted, looking up to the high ceilings, balloons gathered in the highest spots.

I glanced up, “Cassian, what happened to the strings?”

“Oh.” He said, realization crossing his face. “That’s what the whole spool of string was for.” Nesta, Nesta of all people, started laughing. 

“Cassian you’re such an idiot,” she said, still laughing, and we all joined in. 

The next day, Monday

My morning started off great. But then during my first lecture I was called to see the Dean of Administrations, Mr. Keir. I arrived to his office, not surprised to see Cassian and Azriel already waiting in two of the three chairs positioned in front of his desk. I don’t think that being his nephew was going to help me out much here, he’s always had it out for me. 

“Well, Mr. Knight, it’s good to see you’ve finally decided to join us,” he said as I took my seat. Azriel was glaring daggers at me, he had a perfect record until now. “It has come to my attention that you three infiltrated the women’s dorm room last night. It might come as a shock to some but you are not women and you are not allowed to be in there. What explanation can you three offer?”

“It was all my fault,” I blurted. “I wanted to ask my girlfriend to Starfall, and I wanted it to be a surprise. Cassian and Azriel told me it was a bad idea. They didn’t want to go, but I pressured them into it.” It technically was my fault, even though Cassian was all for it. I can’t let them get in trouble for this.

“Rhys-” Cassian started, no doubtedly going to shoulder some of the blame.

“Don’t lie to him, Cassian.” I gritted out. Cassian huffed and sat back, crossing his arms.

“Can both of you verify Mr. Knight’s story?” The Dean asked, looking to Cassian and Azriel. Az knew I was trying to save his record, and he wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to say, “I told you so,” later.

“Yes,” Azriel was the first to speak, and he wasn’t fully lying, he did say it was a bad idea, and we did pressure him into it, just not Cassian. 

“Yes,” Cassian lied, sending me a sideways glance, silently thanking me. He knew I was a better liar and would somehow convince my uncle that it was all my fault, no matter how much Cassian protested. 

“This will be the last warning. The two of you will not get a punishment. But Mr. Knight will have to face the consequences. It seems fit that he is not allowed to attend Starfall.” Mr. Keir said, causing my heart to drop. Feyre would be so upset that I couldn’t go with her. 

“That’s not fair,” Cassian started, his voice raised slightly. 

“Cass,” I sighed, not really knowing where I was going with this. But it was Azriel that surprised me the most.

“Mr. Keir, please. Let Cassian and I take some of the blame. Punish us, just let Rhys go to Starfall. He and Feyre have been looking forward to this ever since it was announced. Please,” I looked at Azriel, my mouth parted slightly in shock. I saw Cassian nod in agreement. The Dean looked to be considering. 

“This will be your last warning. If any of you mess up again it will mean punishment for all three of you. You each will serve three hours of community service, but Mr. Knight will be allowed to attend Starfall. Is that a deal that all of you agree to?”

“Yes,” we all said in unison. We thanked him and then left, not wanting to be in his office any longer than we had to. I threw an arm around each of my best friends.

“I told you it would work out, didn’t I?” I said, smirking. “But really, thank you Azriel.”

–

“But he’s going to let me go, thanks to Azriel,” I told Feyre, finishing my story of my trip to the Dean’s office.

She sat, deep in thought. “I bet I know who it was!” I arched an eyebrow, a silent gesture for her to continue. “That bitch Ianthe! She’s had it out for me ever since I got here! For no reason at all. I bet she’s the one who told the Dean. I saw her last night when you snuck in.”

“Maybe so, but it doesn’t matter now, Feyre darling,” I responded, tilting her chin up and pushing my lips against hers. 

Feyre was my Queen, the stars eternal to my night triumphant, the love of my life. And I could not wait to spend another wonderful night with her.

[heavywingedcherubim]

Toviyah: Chapter 2

I hear the music of strange birds that sound familiar but carry the ephemeral quality of plucked strings. The more I listen to these birds, the clearer their sounds become and more unlike the pizzicato of stringed instruments, they carry more decay of a mellow bell being struck with a soft mallet. Musical sounds become strengthened with the accompanying shrill notes that portamento into fast trill; either ascending or descending. Never have I heard such things until now and I open my eyes to the surprise of being in someone's bed. All around me are the luxuries that a noble would enjoy, in the distance is an old phonograph player, a built in shelving unit with records; beside that are more shelves lined with books with strange symbols on the bindings; to my left, a desk by the wall covered in gear pieces and rods. Above me there is a lofty ceiling with a large scene of golden clouds and strange winged creatures that move on occasion. Whoever owns this mansion must be an eccentric because in the corner of the room is also a funky sculpture of one of these strange creatures. Good thing that hasn't moved yet.

I now notice the lighting of the room flickers and is full of static; my eyes feel like they burn and my head feels wishy washy. Undoubtedly, I am in a different place, the energy here is different, whether or not if I am still on earth is unknown to me at this time. For now, I force myself to sit up while my body protests by creating aches that radiate from all of the joints and striking the nerve endings. My forehead is hot, I must have a fever. Why else would my body ache like this? There is a strange smell in the room the comes and goes, something like a flower in full bloom, but it travels. Am I still dreaming?

“Is there a bathroom?” I say as I force myself out of the lush bed. The covers are soft, the pillows feel like pieces of heaven were stuffed within each of them. I let my legs drop over the side of the bed and I notice that my feet are not the same, that I also notice that my legs were bent in a strange way. They are furry and my toes have claws at the end, like broad and pointed in shape—not completely like the spade of a shovel. The fur my legs are covered in thick plush carpet of black fluff. So soft, like a chinchilla. I stand up and walk about the room to a door that I see near the desk. The color of it matches the cherry red of the walls and the frame around it is a mahogany color with a slight golden sheen. I slide the door open, pleased to see that there is a bathroom, a very immaculate bathroom . . .

I look into the mirror the first thing. My features are not clearly discernible but I do see the shapes behind the fogginess of the light around myself. The bathroom begins to embody that similar ethereal glow and I squint to sharpen the image of my face. I have small horns on my head and instead of human ears, I have the ears of a lop rabbit, my face though is very human looking, save for the teeth, which are pointed. My eyes come into focus and I see they are a golden color mixed with a sort of violet hue to comes in and out. My hair is short and messy, like how it is normally after waking up. I need to use the toilet. That's a must. I finish up. Wash my hands. While I look like a wild animal, I'm not uncouth.

“This is interesting.” I say as check the rest of myself out. My vision is clearing up, thank goodness. I see that I have a fluffy tail too. It looks like a very fluffy fox tail. What kind of amalgamation is this? “Where am I?”

“You are on Lundruh.” The flat tone voice speaks from outside the bathroom and when I turn around, I see a fair skinned man with intense indigo eyes, messy brown hair, and a perpetual frown of his eye brows. He is wearing a simple white uniform with blue trimming around the cuffs, the collar, and the button holes going straight down the front.

“You speak English?”

“Of course I do, I needed to be able to communicate with you since you have no base understanding of our spoken languages.”

“How did I get here?” I ask the man and he does not respond right away. “What do I call you?”

“Adam. My uncle brought you here. That body is the result of your genetics adapting to the conditions of our planet. An interesting phenomena that we do not fully understand.”

“So . . . are you saying that my genetics altered based on my previous experiences and the demands of this planet's physics?”

Adam nods. “I was told you were highly intelligent. I was being vague, but it seems you are already beginning to makes sense of things.”

“Why bring me here?”

Adam does not answer. Rather, he shrugs his shoulders and walks away. I follow him, he does not turn around to meet me face to face, and he just lets me follow him out into the hallway, which by gosh, is mighty fine! I'm so enamored by the luxurious and yet intelligent use of space, the ceilings are arched and there is light reflecting off the soft golden color to light up the halls. The air feels just right. The carpet is soft and Adam doesn't seem to mind having me walk around bare hoofed? Bare pawed? I'm just amazed that my feet are permitted to tread upon these floors. Along the walls are paintings, separated by an occasional bust or sculpture of some sort. These paintings look to be done by the same artist that painted the ceiling in the room I woke up in.

“Who painted these?”

“My uncle.”

“Wow, he's really talented.” I comment, hoping he would provide more of a conversation.

“I suppose,” is all that Adam says and for a while longer he quality walks down the hall, rounding a corner and with me following him, “he has to keep busy somehow. Living several generations at a time can be difficult if you don't have enough to do.”

“How old is he?”

“I cannot say. I do not even know,” Adam looks over at a cleaner who is busying herself with dusting off a tall sculpture of a faceless creature with shredded wings. She looks up at us and nods. “I see you are hard at work, Miss Agatha.”

“You know the master of the manor likes it when we work.”

Adam nods. “Perhaps I should suggest allowing the workers a break from menial tasks to spend time with their families.”

Agatha smiles broadly, her brown eyes glisten and she pinches his cheek. “You are so thoughtful, Adam.”

“Miss Agatha, how many times do I need to remind you that I do not like having my cheeks pinched?”

She laughs at him. “Who is this fellow?”

“Toviyah, our special guest. I'm escorting him to the library to meet with Urbanus.”

Agatha smiles wolfishly at me. “Enjoy your stay.”

We walk away and I look back at her, she waves at me with her fingers and immediately look back ahead. When we enter a large forier, Adam whispers to me. “She's been recently widowed, and ever since that point onward, she has her sights set on any man that fits her standards.”

“What standards?”

“Attractive, slightly babyfaced, and well endowed.”

I look down at myself. “Oh shit, I don't have any pants on.”

Adam clears his throat. “That's fine, we're getting pants tailored for you to wear. Your animal like characteristics make up for the lack of clothing. Though, you could have worn that breech cloth I had set on the chair beside the bed.”

“Oh, I didn't see that,” I admit that I didn't see it, I was busy taking in the sights around me and waiting for my eyes to adjust, “my eyes have taken a little while to adjust to this light.”

Adam doesn't answer and he continues walking. We arrive at a set of doors, formidable in size with two statues of a headless winged creature on either side, Adam pushes the doors open. “I brought our guest, as you requested.”

The library is so—huge and amazing as it spans a good couple of stories in height with books along the walls. There are rows of book shelves at the center, the second level goes around the perimeter, supported by large columns that curve upward to cathedral style ceilings. I gape at the entirety of it all.

“Toviyah, do you like to read?”

I just now realize that the man sitting at the large executive desk was trying to get my attention. His image is just as haunting as those creatures; alabaster skin, silvery-white hair that drapes well below his shoulders, and the same intense eyes that Adam has, only he also has pointed ears. He smiles at me and I feel my heart pound in my chest. “Sorry, I was impressed by the size of this library.”

“I've been here since this manor was built. The building itself is a little over five-hundred years old. It took a while to fill this entire library with books.”

I nod. Urbanus stands up from the desk, he is dressed in a renaissance styled tunic with the strings in front, a deep v-neck baring his chest devoid of hair. He stands at about six feet and seven inches by the looks of it. Even Adam stands a little taller than myself. The question on my mind regarding the entire situation is something Adam would not answer. I look directly at Urbanus. “Why am I here?”

Urbanus walks to the front of the desk and sits upon it, with his hands in front of himself; fingers laced and resting upon his lap, he continues to grin at me. I feel his presence like a heavy weight and the air around him is charged with some sort of electrical current and I feel the hairs stand up on my body. “Do you recognize the energy?”

I reflect upon my dream. “The tree had that sort of energy.”

“My father has anchored some of his light into that tree, and the fact that you found it has earned you my attention,” Urbanus speaks with the booming voice of a mighty deity, though soft, it sounds like it could bring down the entire manor, “I am his son, I brought you here to help us. The planet's Ambassador and Galactic Judge is on a decline with poor health, my father requires a powerful conduit to channel his wisdom.”

“So . . . that astral realm I went into isn't normally accessible and the tree came to life only because I entered the caves?”

“Yes,” Urbanus says in agreement, “he needed someone with angelic DNA, I cannot do it as I'm currently serving time for giving into temptations. Anyway, our current ambassador and judge, Seth Grainger will be working with you soon. He's currently held up at Eloria for judiciary duties. He is projected to be back some time next week.”

I nod again. “So . . . shall I go put on pants then? I feel weird for standing here naked and such.”

Urbanus nods. “I may ask you to model for figure drawing, would you be opposed to that?”

“Hmm,” I begin to say and I see the look on his face harden slightly, “sure.”

“Excellent, it's not everyday that you see a creature such as yourself. Off you go,” Urbanus stands up and waves me off, “I have work to do.”

Adam leads me out of the library and we stand in the hall. He closes the library doors. “You could have declined, you do not need to let him have his way, Mr. Toviyah.”

“Eh . . . he had that look on his face.”

Adam's face remains unchanged, he only blinks at me. “Or you could be more assertive. You are the guest and he needs to know there are boundaries.”

I feel more hurt from what Adam is saying to me than having a man press me to volunteer body for the sake of art. I have a feeling that adjusting to the ways of things here would take some time and I hope there wouldn't been anymore awkward moments like that in the future, but my intuition is telling me otherwise. Well, I just have handle things as the come. I run from Adam back to my room. Doing all that I can to avoid any more prying eyes. I couldn't be quiet if I wanted to, my heavy hoofs pound the floor with every step and I avoid all floors that lack carpeting, I wouldn't want to do a split while turning a corner or leave unsightly scratch marks.

By the time I make it back to my room, I am in a hurry to throw on the breech cloth and once I had it tied, it did little to provide me with any comfort. I still feel just as naked as I started out, but at least the cloth would hide my gift from anyone eyeballing me. Just as long as that cleaner keeps her hands to herself, things should be okay. I'll just avoid her, and now I am worried that Urbanus would make advances on me. He seems like a playboy, with the way he sat upon the desk, looking down at me with hungry eyes. The thought of it sends shivers up my spine and I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts.

“I should start a journal. This would be a story worth telling if I ever make it back to earth.”

[lenfaz]

Time Upon Once, ch. 8 (8/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

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Chapter VIII

It had been two weeks. Two gruesome weeks of picking up the slack in the Sheriff’s Station of a town he had barely any familiarity with, of drinking himself almost to a stupor every night at The Rabbit Hole, and nursing hangovers in the mornings.

Two weeks of seeing Henry’s sad eyes and lack of a smile, the boy shutting him and everyone out. Of running into Regina and simply averting his eyes, determined not to play whatever game she was after.

Two weeks in which every day he contemplated how easy it would be to just pack his meager belongings and simply leave. Two weeks in which the only things that stopped him were Henry’s grieving stare and Mary Margaret’s heartbroken eyes.

Killian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he entered Gold’s shop. He couldn’t understand why the man had called him in the first place, and the hideous stench coming from whatever he was doing was making it almost impossible for Killian to think straight. What in the bloody hell was the man doing with lanolin and sheep wool in the twenty-first century?

But he soon sobered his wandering thoughts as Gold spoke.

“I just wanted to, uhm, express my condolences, really. The Sheriff was a good man.” He pointed to Killian’s belt where his badge was clipped. “You’re still wearing the Deputy’s badge. Well, he’s been gone two weeks now, and I believe that after two weeks of acting as Sheriff, the job becomes yours. You’ll have to wear the real badge.”

Graham was a good man. Far better than Killian would ever be, and no matter what a local ordinance would say, he’d never be able to properly fill those shoes. He knew he had to eventually. To take the badge that had been sitting over on the desk at the Sheriff’s office in the station and clip it to his belt. But he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready.

“Aye, I guess. I’m just not in a hurry. If that is all that there was, I better head back to the station.”

“I have his things.” Gold walked over to a small carton box that was sitting on the counter. “The Sheriff rented an apartment that I own. Another reason for my call, really. I wanted to offer you a keepsake.”

As if he needed more keepsakes from people he’d cared about one way or another, only for them to be lost to him. He’d kept the baby blanket he was found by the side of the road. He’d held onto a few possessions from the Joneses, the ones he’d managed to grab before he was taken and screwed out of his inheritance by a crooked social worker and unscrupulous foster parents.  He carried Brennan Jones’s old flask in his jacket pocket, close to his heart. He had hold on to Isobel’s engagement ring for years, dreaming of giving it to Emma when the time was right. Bloody hell, he still drove Emma’s car, a decade later.

“I don’t need anything.” He took a few steps back, as if the physical distance would make the pain lessen.

“As you wish. Well, give them to Mayor Mills. Seems like she was the closest thing he had to family.”

“You’re free to do it, Mr. Gold, but I am not sure it’s the best idea.” Regina and Graham hadn’t ended on good terms and while they had been something, Killian somehow knew Graham wouldn’t want his things to reach the Mayor.

“Look, I feel that all of this stuff is headed for the trash bin – you really should take something. Look – his jacket.”

The thought alone made Killian nauseous. “Brown doesn’t suit me.”

“Well, here. Your boy might like these, don’t you think? You could play together.” He held up a pair of walkie talkies, a hopeful expression of his face. Killian wondered - perhaps for the umpteenth time since he’d arrived into town - what Gold was scheming behind his polite facade. Because he didn’t buy for one second there wasn’t something in this for him in the long run.

“I don’t-”

“No, please. They… They grow up so fast.” He handed Killian the walkie talkies and he took them, eager to leave the place once and for all. “You enjoy these with your boy. Your time together is precious, you know? That’s the thing about children – before you know it, you lose them.” Well, that was cheerful. Killian thought as he tilted his head in a quick goodbye and left the shop, feeling more troubled than when he’d entered. He felt the need to find Henry and check on the lad, to see if his belief and optimism could bring him out of the funk he was in. Although Henry hadn’t been the same lately, Killian figured it was worth a shot.

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Killian found Henry at his castle, the image of the boy sitting there so much like that first day he’d spent in town. He held the two walkie talkies tightly in one of his hands as he climbed the structure and sat next to him.

“I brought you something.” Henry didn’t look at him, his eyes lost in the view in front of him. “Perhaps we can use them for Operation Cobra?” Killian hated the way he sounded, so falsely cheerful, as if life could go on as if nothing had happened, as if tragedy hadn’t just struck Henry - and him - again.

“Thanks.” Henry’s voice sounded small and lost, and Killian’s heart broke in two.

“You’ve been ducking me for weeks, lad. Care to tell me why?”

“I think we should stop Cobra stuff for a while. You don’t play with the curse. Look what happened to Graham.”

“Henry,” Killian started, his hand aching to reach over for his son’s. “They did an autopsy. He died of natural causes.” Gods knew he wanted something to be found, anything that wouldn’t reduce Graham’s death to a triviality that couldn’t have been avoided. He wanted a secret, an almost imperceptibly poison. Heck, he would have taken the idea of an Evil Queen crushing his heart if that meant there was something that could explain it, if there was someone to blame for losing a decent man in such a futile way. But as much as Henry wanted to believe, life wasn’t a fairytale and there wasn’t a big bad villain responsible for the evils in the world.

Sometimes life sucked. Plain and simple.

“Whatever.” Henry shrugged and turned to face him. “You don’t believe – good. That should keep you from messing with it. And getting killed.”

His eyes bore into Killian’s with such fear that it almost made him lean back. Henry was scared of losing him to this fantasy. Or maybe he was just scared of losing him.

“You’re worried about me, lad?” he asked softly, trying to convey hope and understanding in his voice, even if he was a little short on hope these days - or in his life in general.

“She killed Graham because he was good – and you’re good.”

“Henry.” Killian wasn’t sure what was more troubling: Henry’s fear for him, or the fact he considered his mother capable of murder.  

“Good loses – good always loses.” He sounded discouraged, disheartened, his little shoulders sagging as he averted his gaze to the horizon. “Because good has to play fair – evil doesn’t. She’s evil. This is probably best.” He thrust the walkie talkie back into Killian’s hand. “I don’t want to upset her anymore.” He grabbed his backpack from his side, stood up and left. Killian sat there for a while, letting the soft breeze mess with his hair, trying to avoid the tears that threatened to escape his eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was never meant to be like this.

He gave Henry away so the lad could have a better chance than he did, so he could be raised and loved in a family. And today, only a few years older than Killian had been when it happened to him, his son was mourning the loss of the closest thing he had to a father.

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Killian drove back to the station, placing a steaming cup of coffee from Granny’s next to the station keys on his desk. He picked the sheriff’s badge, the one that had been staring back at him for the past two weeks. Killian supposed that it made sense that he took on the job now, although there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he’d never be able to fill those shoes.

His hand curled around the badge and he reached to open the clasp with his fingers.

“That’s not for you.” He turned around to find Regina standing by the entrance, smirking knowingly at him.

“It’s been two weeks – promotion’s automatic.” He cleared his throat, working very hard to sound secure and yet knowing he was coming short of that.

“Unless the Mayor appoints someone else within the time period, which I’m doing today.” There was the distinct sound of her heels clicking against the floor as she walked towards him, her hands buried on the pockets of her gray coat.

Killian clenched his jaw and tilted his head to the side. “Who is it?”

“After due reflection – Sidney Glass.”

“From the newspaper? What experience does he have?” He knew the words were a mistake the moment they left his mouth, Regina’s mouth curving into a tight smile.

“He’s covered the Sheriff’s Office for as long as anyone can remember.” She gave Killian a once over. “Besides, what makes you think you are qualified?”

“I’ve worked in a branch associated with law enforcement for the past decade.” He shifted his stance, standing a straighter. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Graham was a good man, Mr. Jones. He made this town safe, and forgive me for saying it, but you have not earned the right to wear his badge.”

He knew that. Killian knew that he had no right to wear Graham’s badge or to even think of claiming the place the other man had held in the town. But Sidney Glass was not the answer. Killian was aware of what it meant for the station in the long run.

“Aye. I am aware that you’re grieving, Madam Mayor and I am sorry for your loss.” He watched as her mask fell and for a second she seemed small and lost, but she quickly recovered. “But Graham picked me to be Deputy, he wanted me to take over if something happened,” Killian said, trying very hard not to engage in a fight with Regina, but not willing to give up just yet.

“And he was wrong.” Regina took the badge from his hand. “You’re fired, Mr. Jones.”

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Killian knew he wasn’t making the best impression as Mary Margaret walked into the loft to find punk music blasting from the stereo, a half empty glass of rum on the sideboard and him perched on a stool, his hands on the toaster as he was finishing with it.

“I fixed the toaster,” he provided by way of greeting and he could feel more than see Mary Margaret’s quirked eyebrow.

“I didn’t even know it was broken,” she supplied politely, as she crossed the room and turned off the music.

“It was making a sound.” Killian tilted his head apologetically.

Mary Margaret dropped her bags on the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I needed to get my hands on something,” He sighed as he put the toaster back in place. “Regina fired me. She’s putting someone she can control as Sheriff.” Killian ran a hand through his hair. “That’s my job.”

Mary Margaret’s mouth twisted in a surprised expression and she moved to take the groceries out of the bag. “I’ve never heard you so passionate about it before, Killian.”

“I know,” he admitted, letting her have a little peak of the things he kept behind his mask. “I know I wasn’t that interested to begin with, but I want it back.”

Mary Margaret worried her lip with her teeth. “There must be a reason.”

Gods, the way she could read him was scary. It should be scary, but Killian felt one more time that need to simply tell her the truth, to let her see him for who he was and make her own choices. It was funny how long it had taken for real friendship to find a way in his life. “There’s always a reason.”

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and Killian stopped fidgeting with the toaster and went to answer. He frowned at the sight of Mr. Gold standing in front of him.

“Good evening, Mr. Jones. Sorry for the intrusion.” Gold balanced back and forth on his feet, leaning heavily on his cane. “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.” Killian noticed the massive binder Gold had under his arm and he turned to give Mary Margaret a confused look.

“I’ll let you two talk,” she said after a beat, climbing the stairs towards the upper floor and Killian’s room. He wasn’t sure he was relieved she wouldn’t be subjected to whatever Gold wanted, or troubled that he had to face the man by himself after the day he’d had.

“Come in.” Killian moved to the side and motioned Gold to come into the apartment, closing the door after the man.

“I heard what happened. Such an injustice,” Gold offered, still holding the binder under his arm as he moved near the table.

“What’s done is done, is what me mum used to say.” Killian gave him the fakest smile he could plaster on his face.

“A true fighter, I see.” He didn’t miss the hint of contempt in Gold’s voice. It was so easy for men like him to belittle others.

“She’s the Mayor, Gold, and I’m... well, I’m no one.” Killian shrugged. He’d decided long time ago that he didn’t give a damn what others thought of him - Liam had taught him that at an early age - especially not men that liked to play puppeteer with the lives of innocent bystanders in order to get their own way.

“Mr. Jones, two people with a common goal can accomplish many things. Two people with a common enemy can accomplish even more. How would you like a benefactor?”

Bullseye. He knew Gold had a hidden agenda. He had to, men like him never did anything out of the goodness of their hearts. Men like him didn't have goodness in their hearts. But Killian was willing to see how this was going to play out, especially if he could stay one step ahead of the game.

“Benefactor?”

“You mind?” Gold gestured at the table and Killian briefly nodded, waiting for the man to place the binder over the table and take a sit before he sat as well. Gold opened the binder, shuffling through the pages. “You know, it really is quite shocking how few people study the town charter.”

“The town charter?” So far, Killian wasn’t impressed.

“Well, it’s quite comprehensive. And the Mayor’s authority? Well, maybe she’s not quite as powerful as she seems.”

Oh, see, that was interesting. /-/

He could lie and say he wasn’t one for dramatic entrances, but Killian had always enjoyed a little flair for dramatics - according to Emma, anyway. It had been a nice way to counterbalance the tedious parts of his job, the ability to saunter over to a skip and deliver the perfect punchline just as he slapped the cuffs on.

“Please welcome your new Sheriff!” Regina exclaimed with a proud smile on her face, her fingers just about to pin the Sheriff’s badge into Sidney’s chest. That was the moment when Killian went in.

“Now, hang on a second.” He had a smirk plastered on his face as he strolled into the Mayor’s office.

“Oh, Mr. Jones, this is not appropriate,” Regina said in a condescending tone, not giving up an inch on the smile on her face.

“The only thing not appropriate is this ceremony, Madam Mayor.” He tilted his head to the side, his footsteps secure as he stood in front of her. “You do not have the power to appoint him.”

There was a flicker of something dark passing behind her eyes before she collected herself. Regina Mills didn’t like to be challenged.  “The town charter clearly states the Mayor shall appoint-”

“A candidate.” And she clearly didn’t like to be interrupted, but Killian Jones had always had problems with authority figures. He wasn’t going to start behaving now, not when there was so much at stake. “You have the authority to appoint a candidate. It calls for an election.”

“The term ‘candidate’ is applied loosely.” Regina waved her hand, trying to divert the conversation to her own ends. It might work with the town residents that didn’t seem too keen to oppose her vision, but he liked to think he’d battled people tougher than Regina Mills in his life.

“No, it’s not. It requires a vote,” he countered, as he saw that same darkness creeping back into her expression. “I’m running, Madam Mayor.”

“Fine,” she said dismissively, as if this was nothing but a nuisance and a waste of time. “So is Sidney.”

“I am?” The man spoke from the first time and if looks could inflict pain, he’d have been on the floor from the one he got from Regina. “I mean, I am,” he professed with a little more determination, and it only cemented Killian’s belief that he was only going to be Regina’s puppet if he was elected Sheriff.

“With my full support. I guess we’ll all learn a little something about the will of the people.” Regina smirked, as if she’d already won.

It was a long shot, but he had to try. If nothing else, for the peace of mind that he’d tried everything humanly possible to prevent it.

“I guess we will.”

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Killian found Henry sitting at a booth in Granny’s and quickly made his way to him. He sat next to Henry, but the boy didn’t pay him much attention.

“How was school?”

“Okay,” Henry shrugged, his eyes focused on the newspaper he was holding in his hands. That caught Killian’s attention as he noticed the way the boy's shoulders were slumped in defeat.

“Anything interesting in the local news?” He asked nonchalantly, trying to get Henry to look at him.

“Sidney wrote it,” Henry said as he flipped the paper over and presented Killian with the upper part of the front page. The blood drained from his face and he felt dizzy at the sight of his most recent mugshot with the title “Jailbird. Killian Jones served time for theft, missed own son’s birth.”

“Is it a lie?” Henry asked looking eagerly at him.

Killian had vowed that he wouldn’t lie to his son. He deserved the truth and Killian just wished the lad had been a few years older when he learnt about it. He shook his head and sighed, giving his son a self-deprecating smile.

“You were in jail when I was born?”

“Aye,” he admitted in defeat. “Those records were supposed to be sealed.” Killian had worked hard to have them sealed, even if he’d served time at a regular prison and not juvie due to his recent 18th birthday, he’d been able to plead with the judge about the status of his case and the stigma that a sentence like his could have on his future. He wasn’t sure if it was his natural charm, or if he had simply inspired pity, but the judge had agreed to seal the records and Killian had moved on, working hard to build a life of his own.

“Did my birth mom know?”

“She must have, because that’s where I found out she was pregnant with you.” Killian said, drifting away to one of the most painful memories in his life.

He had been locked up for a little over five months when the brown manila envelope arrived, a stack of papers inside... and her letter. It was a short letter, attached to the adoption papers, in which Emma pleaded with him to give their unborn child the best chance they could. It was the first time she’d made contact since he’d landed in jail and he wondered - not for the first time - what lies Neal and August might have fed her that she hadn’t shown up to see him. While a part of him wanted to be mad at her, blame her for not believing in him instead of what she might have been told, Killian knew Emma better than she knew herself. He knew how skittish and hesitant to trust others she’d been her entire life, a by-product of the abuse and neglect she’d suffered at the hands of a system that was supposed to take care of her. He knew he had torn down her walls and that she’d fallen for him as much as he had fallen for her. But he also knew that in this situation, and without him being able to talk to her - his attempts at contact were futile as she didn’t have a cellphone or an address to be reached at - she would revert to what she knew best: Look out for herself and avoid getting hurt.

And he couldn’t resent her for it. He wouldn’t. As much as he’d like to plead with her to hold on for a few more months and wait for him, to bet on them, on a chance to be a family, Killian knew it was too much to ask for a just-turned-eighteen year old high school dropout that lived on the streets.

A tear ran down his cheek as he signed the consent for the adoption, wishing things could be different. But he made a promise to himself in that moment. He was going to find Emma when he got out, and he was going to explain everything to her, begging for a chance to start over.

The only problem was, he’d never been able to find her.

“Is that why you consented to the adoption?” Henry’s question brought him back to the present and he turned to find his son looking at him with almost a desperate plea in his eyes.

He nodded, not trusting his voice not to betray him. “Are you scarred for life?” He finally asked, wanting with everything in him to know that he hadn’t ruined his son’s life even more than before.

“Not by this.” Killian smiled at Henry’s sarcastic barb that reminded him so much of Emma.

“Let’s burn this thing to ashes and find somewhere better for our information. Like the internet, for example.”

Henry didn’t quite smile at his attempt to lighten up the mood. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you – good can’t beat evil, because good doesn’t do this kind of thing. My mom plays dirty – that’s why you can’t beat her. Ever.”

The fact that he was being put in the ‘good’ column tugged at his heart, and he desperately wanted to be worthy of that. “Gold said he’s going to help.”

“Mr. Gold? He’s even worse than she is. You already owe him one favor. You don’t want to owe him anymore. Don’t do this.” Henry seemed genuinely scared and Killian wanted nothing more than to pull him into his arms and take him away for good. But he couldn’t, so he had to settle for putting the boy’s fears at ease.

“Henry, evil can only beat good if good cannot see the dirty coming. Lucky for you, I’ve known a few evildoers in my time to know how to play it. Trust me, lad.” He smirked, his hand resting on Henry’s shoulder. “It’s not about playing dirty. It’s about staying two steps ahead of the game.”

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Killian barged into Regina’s office brandishing the newspaper. “Those records were sealed by court order.” He placed the paper over her desk and gave her a furious look. “I don’t know how you got it, but that’s abuse of power, and it’s illegal.”

“I’m sorry. You didn’t want people to know you were playing cards with other jail mates whilst the poor woman you impregnated was giving birth?”

He clenched his jaw, tilting his head and willing himself not to fall for the barb she was throwing at him. “I don’t bloody care what people know, but this hurts Henry.”

“He would’ve learned eventually.” Regina glanced over at him as she closed her bag. “We all lose our heroes at some point.”

She started walking away, but Killian wasn’t ready to let this go. “He doesn’t need to lose anything more. He’s depressed, Madam Mayor. He doesn’t have any… Any hope. Don’t you see that?” he pleaded, trying to appeal to Regina’s love for her son. He could understand why she wanted to drag him down into the mud, but for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why she was so careless with her son’s feelings.

“He’s fine.” She waved her hand dismissively at him, as if he were a subject that was annoying her. She shut off the lights of her foyer and waited for him to exit before closing the door.

“He’s not fine.” He turned around to face her, unwilling to let her go until she could see what she was doing. “He’s watching his adoptive mother wage an illegal smear campaign against his birth father.  Don’t you find that upsetting?” He tilted his head, his voice cracking slightly at his words. “He just lost Graham, Regina. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that man was the closest thing he ever had to a father. Does he need to go through this?”

“I’m just letting him see the truth,” Regina countered, with a smug smile. “And as for the legality – I did nothing wrong.” She blatantly ignored Killian’s cocked eyebrow. “But you and Sidney will have a chance to get into all that at the debate.”

“A debate?” He almost choked on the words. As if he needed a bloody debate to have more of his past being dredged up before the citizens of Storybrooke.

“Yes, Mr. Jones, there’s a debate. You and Sidney can talk all about your jail experiences, as well as your new benefactor.” She cocked an eyebrow at him, her red lips curved into a knowingly smile as she walked to open the door. “He’s a snake, Jones. I’d be careful if I were yo-”

The rest of her words died as she opened the door and the explosion set off, deafening everything else. The force of the blast threw both Regina and Killian back, and when he lifted his head, he could see the flames licking the room and coming their way. When he turned around to urge Regina to get out, he could see her ankle trapped underneath the debris.

“I can’t move! Help me!” she shrieked.

Killian didn’t hesitate, reaching first to free her ankle from the debris and jumping through the flames to get ahold of the nearest fire extinguisher. Once he’d weakened the fire a little bit, he lifted Regina in his arms, urging her to hold tight as he hurried them outside the building.

The fire truck had arrived, and a few people had gathered as Killian tried to gently place Regina on the ground, but a coughing fit had him drop her with a little more force than intended.

“Oh, ow, ow! My ankle! Set me down gently!” Even when injured and when she should show at least a bit of gratitude at being rescued, Regina managed to find a way to belittle him.

“I’m sorry if my manners whilst saving your life are not meeting your standards, Your Majesty.” Her eyes widened comically for a second and Killian realized the unintentional barb he’d made with his comment.

But soon Regina was back at being her regal self and scoffed at him. “The firemen are here. It’s not like we were really in danger.”

“By all means, then next time I’ll let them fight for the honor of rescuing you.” He turned away, running a hand through his hair, frustrated by this whole ordeal. “Actually, next time I’ll do the same thing, because she might not have been with me for decades, but me mum taught me to be a decent human being.” He tilted his head to Regina’s dumbfounded expression and chose to walk away, as he knew nothing good would come from talking to the woman in this state. Real danger or not, it had been a nerve-wracking ordeal for the both of them.

Killian spotted Henry talking to one of the firemen. The lad broke into a smile when he saw him. “Is it true that you rescued my mom?”

He simply waved his hand dismissively, whilst Regina tried her best to downplay the incident, anything to prevent a shift in popular opinion in Killian’s favor. But he wasn’t that worried about how Sidney was going to skew the story, not when the rest of the town was talking about him being a hero and organizing campaign posters. Not when Henry was beaming at him as he used to do - in the way Emma used to beam at him.

“This is how good wins, lad,” he said as he ruffled his son’s hair, a soft smile on his lips.

The same smile that faded the moment Killian spotted something that looked eerily familiar in between the debris. Something he’d seen not too long ago, in Gold’s shop.

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Gold was still wiping something from his hands with a rag when Killian entered the shop, and that only fueled his conviction that he’d been involved in whatever happened at the Town Hall. Killian grabbed the fabric he’d stealthily retrieved from the fire site and toyed with it in his hands.

Gold took a look at him and gave him an eerie smile. “Lots of visitors today.”

“I know you set the fire, Gold.” Killian took a few steps and set the incriminating piece of fabric on the counter.

The pawn shop owner didn’t even flinch at the accusation. “I’ve been here all day, Mr. Jones. How could I have possibly been involved in what happened at Town Hall?”

“This fabric was found on the site. Surprisingly, it smells rather like the sheep oil you were using a few mornings ago.” He made tsk sound with his mouth and tilted his head to the side. “And it’s flammable.”

Gold took a few steps further into the shop, standing at the other side of the counter. “Are you sure? There’s some construction work on at City Hall at the moment. There’s lots of flammable solvents used in construction.”

Killian wasn’t in the mood to play hide and seek with the local pawn shop owner slash powerful man in town. He decided to cut to the chase. “Why did you do it?”

“If I did it,” the other man said and Killian rolled his eyes at his antics. “If I did it, that would be because you cannot win without something big. Something like, uh… Oh, I don’t know. Being the hero in a fire?” He waved his hand about with a dramatic flourish.

Killian shook his head slightly. He really despised men like Gold. “And, let me guess. You have eyes and ears in this town that would let you know if I was in the right place at the right time?”

“Or maybe I’m just intuitive - were I involved.”

“You counted on me not being able to leave Regina behind.”

“Not the type.”

“I’m not doing this, Gold.” Killian stated resolutely, not willing to be a pawn in someone else’s power play.

“This is the price of election, Mr. Jones,” Gold shrugged with the calm of a man used to having his way.

“This is not a price I’m willing to pay. Find someone else to be your posterboy for your war against the Mayor.” Killian turned and made his way towards the door, Gold’s voice reaching him just as his hand was on the knob.

“Go ahead – expose me. But if you do, just think about what you’ll be exposing and what you’ll be walking away from. And who you might be disappointing.”

Killian smirked, looked at Gold over his shoulder. “Nice try, Mr. Gold. But trust me, I wouldn’t be disappointing the son that begged me not to get involved with you in the first place.”

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Killian paced restlessly backstage, waiting for the debate to start. If it could be called a debate. It was more an opportunity for each candidate to give a short presentation, and then the people would cast their votes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was nervous. He couldn’t recall the last time he was nervous over something as silly as this.

He couldn’t recall the last time he’d given a crap about what people thought of him.

Mary Margaret approached him and thrusted a piece of paper and a bottle of water on his hands, giving him a comforting smile.

He smiled in return, exhaling deeply as he voiced his thoughts to her. “I’m not going to win.”

She tilted her head in confusion and reached up to straighten his black tie and the collar of his white button down. Her hands smoothed the lapels of his black leather jacket. “What are you talking about? Everyone’s talking about what you did in the fire.” The fire, aye. The one he’d decided not to use to his advantage.

“Henry is right, I can’t beat Regina at this. Not the way she fights. My reputation - such as it is - it’s going to get bloody destroyed as soon as I get behind that podium.”

“Killian.” She gave him that look Killian was fast becoming very used to. The one in which she was reading all the things he kept hidden from the world and silently chastising him for lying to her. “This has never been about Regina.”

He averted his gaze for a brief second as he pondered her words. “Of course it isn’t. It’s about Henry,” he admitted.

“You want to win this to show him that good can actually win fighting fair and that is a wonderful thing, Killian. But what about you?” She smiled encouragingly at him. “Why do you want to win the election for yourself?”

Because I’d have nothing to offer him if I didn’t.

“If I’m not the savior, or his mother’s hero, if I’m not even his father figure - Graham was - then what am I to him? What part do I have in his life? I’m nothing but the man who sired him and wasn’t even around when he was born. I was in jail, Mary Margaret. Emma had to go through it all without me.” Killian’s voice broke at the last part, allowing himself to voice his deepest fears. “If all I do is disappoint him in every role he casts me in his life, then what is left?”

“You, Killian.” Mary Margaret was giving him a resolute stare. “The man that drove his son from Boston to Storybrooke and stayed around after to make sure he was going to be okay. The man that is still here, trying, regardless of everything Regina is throwing at him. It’s not always about winning, Killian. It’s about trying.”

She was right, as usual. Killian took a deep breath. “There it is.”

“There it is.”

He dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, darling.”

“You’re welcome.” She beamed at him, a soft pat on his shoulder as she sent him on his merry way, off towards the stage.

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Killian sat there, trying hard to control the way his knee was bouncing up and down as Sidney delivered his speech about reflecting the best qualities for Storybrooke: honesty, neighborliness, and strength. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Regina nodding and almost mouthing the words, one by one. He resisted the need to roll his eyes and scoff at the blatant ventriloquist act in front of him.

He was called upon the podium. Killian’s eyes connected briefly with Henry, who smiled in encouragement, before facing the sea of unfamiliar faces.

“I’m Killian Jones. You might recognize me from my mugshot on the front page of the paper yesterday,” he started, hoping a little self-deprecating humor was going to lighten the mood. But this was a tough crowd and he knew it. His eyes scanned the audience and he spotted Gold smirking at him.

Killian was tired of men like Gold. He was tired of men like him winning, pulling the strings of his life. But not anymore. If he was going to do something today, he was going to be the kind of man he wanted to be. The kind of man Henry could be proud of. He cleared his throat as he tried to find the words for his speech. Suddenly, he remember his brother Liam’s words the first time he had to give a speech at elementary school.

You can do it little brother, I have faith in you.

“Yes, I have had a troubled past, but as my brother used to say ‘Start in the way you want to finish, Killian’. I’m just starting my life here… and if I can dare hope that you’d embrace me as your Sheriff, I cannot start with a lie. You think I’m a hero because I rescued the Mayor from a fire. But the fire was a setup.” He heard the gasps in the audience and he forced himself to go on. It was all or nothing. “Mr. Gold agreed to support me in this race, but I didn’t know that that meant he was going to set a fire. I don’t have definitive evidence, but I’m sure this was the case. I cannot, in good conscience, let you think otherwise even if it might help me win this race. That is not the Sheriff I want to be.” His eyes looked for Henry. “That is not the man I want to be.”

Gold stood up the moment he finished the speech and walked away, his cane hitting the floor the only sound on the room. Killian sighed before he nodded briefly and left the stage.

He needed a drink. Or five.

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Killian downed the first glass on two gulps under the amused scrutiny of Ruby.

“Another?”

“Hell, yes. And keep them coming, lass.”

Ruby was pouring him the second one when the doorbell jingled and Henry entered the place. He took a seat next to Killian and silently pulled a walkie talkie out of his backpack and handed it to him.

“What’s this for?” Killian hand held onto the device.

“You stood up to Gold. That was cool.”

“It was the right thing to do, lad. He did something illegal. And, I seem to recall you told me not to work with him.” Killian bopped Henry’s nose and he smiled brightly at him. Even if he lost today, his son’s smile was worth everything he’d done.

“That’s what heroes do – expose stuff like that.” Ruby came back with a glass of milk and Henry waited until she left to continue speaking in a whisper. “I shouldn’t have given up on Operation Cobra.” There was a newfound hope in him and whilst Killian wasn’t exactly keen on getting back into fairytale conspiracies, he was bloody happy to see a little bit of the old Henry back.

There was another jingle of the doorbell and Regina walked in with Sidney behind her. “I thought I might find you here. With a drink. And my son.”

Killian decided to ignore the barb in Regina’s voice and addressed Sidney directly. “Here to card me, officer?”

“Well, not at all. In fact, I think I’ll join you.” Sidney said in an amicable tone and Killian raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Here? I don’t know. I thought they were setting up a back room for the victory party.”

Sidney shrugged with a small, uncomfortable, smile on his lips. “Oh, well, you’ll have to tell me what that’s like.”

What?

Killian’s eyes darted to Regina. The Mayor was holding the Sheriff insignia in her hands. She averted her gaze and her mouth tilted in a small pout. “Congratulations …Sheriff Jones.” Regina placed the badge on the counter. “It was a very close vote, but people really seem to like the idea of a Sheriff brave enough to stand up to Mr. Gold.”

“Are you joking?” It was all Killian could ask as more people started to pour into Granny’s.

“She doesn’t joke.” Sidney clarified and Killian nodded.

“Of course she doesn’t.” He should have known that, but Kilian was still amazed and his eyes looked for Henry. He was giving him a beaming smile, only to be matched by Mary Margaret’s looking at them from a safe distance.

“You didn’t pick a great friend in Gold, Mr. Jones, but he does make a superlative enemy.” Regina interrupted his thoughts, her smile carrying a hint of danger in it. “Enjoy that.”

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Things felt different when he entered the station the next morning, carrying his meager possessions back. It wasn’t more than a notepad and a mug, but Mary Margaret had insisted he needed his own mug in the station as she gifted it to him that same morning. He sighed, his eyes scanning the place before he froze on the spot at the sight of Graham’s jacket, still hanging on the coat rack.

“The Sheriff’s jacket – I thought you might want it after all.” Gold walked in and Killian wondered for a brief moment if he could simply arrest the man for breaking and entering.

“What do you want, Gold?” Killian spat, clenching his jaw and reaching for his weapon.

“It was a great act, don’t you think? Political theatre in an actual theatre.” Gold must have noticed his disbelieving stare because he gave Killian a smug smirk. “I knew no one was going to vote for you unless we gave you some kind of extraordinary quality, and I’m afraid saving old Regina’s arse from the fire just wasn’t going to do that. We had to give you a higher form of bravery. They had to see you defy me – and they did.”

Killian wasn’t buying it. He couldn’t sense any outright lies from the other man, but he knew his kind. He simply shrugged nonchalantly. “You’re claiming you planned it?”

“Everyone’s afraid of Regina, but they’re more afraid of me. By standing up to me, you won them over. It was the only way.”

“Men like you always feel the need to pull the strings. Or feel that you pull the strings of other people’s lives, regardless of the outcome.” Killian pointed out, not willing to fall into the man’s recount of the tale.

Gold simply shrugged and headed to the exit. “Be that as it may, Mr. Jones, you still owe me a favor. I know that can be a bad feeling – owing someone. And now that you’re Sheriff -”

“I’d be careful in ending that sentence, Mr. Gold, unless you want me to press charges for attempting to coerce or otherwise corrupt a law enforcer.” Killian looked defiantly at the other man. Whatever pull Gold had in this town, he wasn’t going to let himself be dragged under by it. He hadn’t freed the Sheriff’s Station from Regina’s influence only to have it fall under Gold’s.  “Also, it’s Sheriff Jones. Goodbye, Gold.”

Gold smiled at him, nodding his head. “Goodbye, Sheriff.”

He knew he’d made a strong enemy in Gold, but as his fingers brushed the Sheriff’s badge that was now clipped to his belt, he couldn’t care less.

Good had won. At least for the day.

[kit-kat-draws2798-blog]

Finally got around to updating him~

He's one of my favorites, not gonna lie-

Anyways, I hope you guys like him ^^

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~BASIC INFO~

Full Name: Raiden Labs

Meaning of name: Thunder and Lighting

Nickname(s): Tba

Gender: Male

Age: 24 years old

Date of Birth: 9/29/??

Race/Species: Half human, Half cat

Native language: English

Languages spoken: English, he doesn’t have time to learn another language

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Religion: N/A

Occupation: College student and a medical assistant at a nearby hospital. Has a couple misc jobs as well.

Are They Dead: Nah. All hell would break lose if he died.

~MEDICAL INFO~

Blood type: O

Mental Disorder: None, but mental state is a bit questionable

Will develop Psychosis later on.

Fears(s):

Losing his brother

Failure

Losing control/ his sanity

Being alone

People finding out what he has done

His parents

Water- to a certain extent.

Etc

Allergies: N/A

Habits:

Paces when anxious

Gets violent when angered

Compulsive liar

Acts calm even when he really shouldn’t

Bottles up emotions until he cannot anymore

Cleans a lot: somewhat of a neat freak

Tends to lock up most of the rooms in his house. This is mostly to keep Simon away from things he doesn’t need to touch.

If given the chance, he sleeps. He really doesn’t care where he is, he will sleep if he’s tired. However, it’s really hard to wake him once he’s unconscious. You'd have to hit him pretty hard to wake him up lol.

Skills:

Is decently built, so he’s pretty strong. Can carry people around his size.

Can act to avoid suspicion. Aka: Charismatic

Has experience with medical supplies/Chemicals. Pretty much almost has his medical license.

~APPEARANCE~

Height: 6’1

Weight: 172 lbs

Hair color: Snow white

Eye color: Purple

Skin: Pale af with freckles sprinkled on his face

Clothing/Style: Look at ref

Jewelry/Accessories: A collar with jewels embedded in it.

Scent: Cologne

~PERSONALITY~

Overall: Raiden is outgoing and very out there. He’s loud, warm, and overall just nice to be around. Although he can be a bit suggestive/flirty, which he gets a bit of crap for. However, he doesn’t go so far that he begins to become creepy. Raiden can also be really calm in nature; which can be unnerving at times due to how unnatural it seems. He is also compassionate and kind, usually to his friends and family. When he is angry, however, he gets very emotional and violent. He usually takes out his frustrations out on objects but he will hurt people too depending on the situation. After he’s done being pissy, however, he will not speak and will only look at someone if they’re trying to talk to him. Raiden at times can also go into these depressive states. This is because of the amount of guilt he holds and often blames himself for not preventing any of this. He also tends to hide things at times, when he feels like it is necessary for only him to know something. He also owns up on things he believes is his fault.

How he acts around strangers: Raiden is polite and warm to new people. Although it really depends on the age on how exactly he’ll act. With older adults, he is more reserved and a little timid for a while but eventually opens up a little. But with people around his age, he tends to be more outgoing and treats said person like they are friends. (Whether it’s a good or bad thing lmao)

How he acts around friends: Raiden is very energetic and bubbly. He treats them like family and is generally very open. He is also pretty affectionate, giving hugs to his really close friends all the time.

How he acts around Simon: Acts like the typical older sibling; teases, jokes around with, and overall has a good time with him. However, he can be kinda stern and scolds him occasionally like a parent would. But most of the time he’s lenient and will only tell him off if it’s particularly bad.

How he acts around Asher: Raiden is very gentle and loving with Asher. He’s hyper aware of his feelings and his body language. Raiden also tries to make sure he’s happy and is even more affectionate to Ash than to anyone else really. Raiden tries his hardest to be a good bf ;;v;;  

How he acts (or acted) around his parents: Very withdrawn, gave them empty looks, and overly cautious when they were in the room. Was also very hostile

Likes: Being around people he likes, music, fresh air, feeling loved, video games, peace and quiet, Warm things, large blankets, Confidence, Knowing outcomes of situations, various types of tea, sweets, sour foods, light rain, etc.

Dislikes: His parents, being alone for too long, spicy foods, the unknown, blood and guts EVERYWHERE, cold weather, etc

Hobbies:

Reading

Playing video games

Sometimes cooks for his own enjoyment. But it’s more for necessity rather than fun.

Does various dangerous activities for fun. Like breaking into places, trespassing, stealing, etc

Random af cosplay (When he can afford it)

Most Prized Possession: Key ring

Flaws:

Bold

Reckless

Can be overemotional

Overly calm

A bit perverted/flirty

Aggressive and violent when angered

Shuts down sometimes. He doesn’t say/do anything when he does this

Battles emotions

Pet Peeve: When people being rude to his bro. He also doesn't like when people break promises. Especially when he's close with said person.

Crush/Greatest Love: Asher <3 fav.me/daztezt

Love Song: Stay Stay Stay By Taylor Swift

Theme Song: Castle of Glass By Linkin Park

Battle Song: It's Not Over Yet - myuu

~FAMILY~

~(Mother/Father/Sibling/Grandparents/etc)~

Name: Sophia Labs (Mother, deceased)

Age: 36 at death, would be 49 if she was still alive.

Gender: Female

Hair Color: Light brown

Eyes Color: Blue

_ View On Him/Her: Raiden despises her. She was abusive to him and his brother, and he's ecstatic to know that she’s gone. However she was nice once, and he low key hoped for her to go back to that state. That never happened before she died.

Name: Jacob Labs (Father, deceased)

Age: 37 at death, would be 50 if he was still alive.

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Black

Eyes Color: Grey

_ View On Him/Her: Doesn’t hate him as much as his mother, but still doesn’t like him. He was always gone (often with other women), so he didn’t form that great of a bond with him. Besides, when his father was around, he was overly strict and somewhat abusive. Raiden also didn’t really like how he never tried stopping their mom from hitting or yelling at them.  

Name: Simon Labs (Younger brother, Alive) fav.me/dax2zlo

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Black

Eyes Color: Blue

_ View On Him/Her: Loves and cares for him, almost to the point he cares for Simon more than himself. Even after all the things he’s done, he still doesn’t want to lose him. After all, he’s his only surviving family. In a way, Simon is kinda like his son since he’s actually the one who took care of him the most. His mother and father didn’t really bother paying much attention to Simon. This only made their bond even stronger. They often can just communicate with just gestures or noises.

(Lover)

Name: Asher

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Copper

Eyes Color: Blue

_ View On Him/Her: Raiden has a great attachment to Asher. They were friends for a long time before they got together and they are close. Raiden is comfortable with telling him almost anything and loves spending time with him. Ash fills in the empty gaps that Raiden had before. Raiden would be absolutely devastated if he lost him.

Though it’s kinda funny that even as headstrong and forward as Raiden is, he was initially really scared to even mention his feelings to him and kept it to himself for a long while. For about a couple years or so.

Pet(s): N/A

Notes:

Carries a huge key ring with a bunch of locks around with him at all times. Doesn’t let anyone touch them.

When angry his eyes turn to slits and his tail poofs up.

Prefers not to hurt people if he can help it. He only does it out of necessity (Like self-defense) or if said person made him uncontrollably mad.

Has extremely high pain tolerance. I mean, he’s been shot before and he took it unnaturally well.

When he was younger, he would often defend his brother at home, causing him to take the brunt of the beatings.

Can be very secretive, even with Simon sometimes. He very much dislikes worrying people around him.

He is albino. He kind of wishes that he wasn’t, due to the teasing and that he is physically not able to dye his hair. He’ll always stick out.

Despite all that has happened, he still somehow maintains a social life.

Often sings this song when he needs to calm himself or someone else: www.youtube.com/watch?v=u41DQn…

Mainly became a doctor to make sure Simon and the other ones around him don’t die. If he wasn’t in such a bad place, he would’ve become an actor.

He can’t really swim due to no one really teaching him properly. *coughs* His father threw him into a nearby lake until he got too frustrated with him *cough*

Some people kind of think of him of a “cool dad” lmao

Really enjoys upbeat music. EX: Pop, electronica, electro swing, etc

Art and character belong to me!

Asher and Simon Belong to

KoKo-The-Rabbit