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cellophaine Ā· 1 day ago
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Chapter X: APPROACH
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Pairing: Patrick Zweig x F!Reader, Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan
Warnings: Angst.
Author's Note: I'm not going to apologize for what I've done, but I will apologize for uploading this chapter 10 minutes late.
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2019. New Rochelle.
There was no music in the elevator, you noticed. You were alone with your thoughts that echoed back and forth in the chamber of your mind. Sleep didn't come easy the night before, even with the help of the prescribed sleeping pills you hardly ever reached for. After all these years, being face-to-face with Art still managed to draw a reaction from you. One that didn't make much sense. You were a different person now, as he was. Things had happened, and you had changed. Knowing that you were in the same building as Art Donaldson, separated by mere floors, shouldn't make you toss and turn in your bed. You were such a fool; you scolded yourself. He probably slept fine next to his gorgeous wife, with their adorable child in the room next to theirs.
Your likeness on the glossy surface of the elevator door appeared well-kempt, but it wasn't a truthful reflection of how you felt on the inside. The little makeup you used did its job, concealing the dark circles and adding colours to your face. Right there along the seam of yourself was the fatigue, worming its way into the slight slouch in your posture, weighing down your body's effort in keeping it upright. Remembering how your mom used to strike at your upper back so you would sit up straight, you straightened up out of an innate reflex.
The elevator door opened to reveal the first floor. You headed for the hallway Jennifer had led you down, barely passing the peripheral of Art as he stood there in the lobby, talking to a man you didn't recognize. You kept your face away from his direction and quickened your pace, hoping he hadn't spotted you yet. You sighed as the almost empty hallway welcomed you in, save for a couple of people ahead of you chattering about the seat placements. But the relief didn't last long. A familiar voice that you'd tried to forget for years called your name. The marble floor echoed the voice's owner's intention of catching up to you, hurried and rushed as if you were to disappear at any moment. You turned around, stopping him in his tracks ā€“ only a few steps from where you were standing.
Art was wearing casual attire, a fitted white t-shirt and black pants, yet he still managed to make them look phenomenal. He looked like he was about to head to practice. You remembered it, all those mornings after spending the night together, watching him getting ready for the day.
For a long moment, neither of you talked, only drinking each other in with your sights. Art broke the tension first, seeming to reprimand himself for staring at you.
"You look great."
"You, too."
You reciprocated, albeit a little cold. There was no reason for you to lie and no excuse for the conversation to be longer than it already was.
"It's good to see you."
You sighed and decided to cut to the chase.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for a challenger."
"No, I meant here, right now."
You pointed to the distance between you. His answer lingered on the tip of his tongue, undecided, but eventually rolled off and made itself audible to your ears.
"I ā€¦ I want to talk to you."
"We have nothing to talk about."
You shook your head. Art took one step closer to you.
"I know that I'm not entitled to your time, but I've missed you."
The latter part ignited the anger in you. How could he say that so easily? You scoffed at his audacity; your own response came with a bite that aimed to hurt.
"I don't think your wife will appreciate what you've just said."
To your surprise, at the mention of the sore subject for the two of you, his resolve remained unchanged.
"Tashi has nothing to do with this."
"She has everything to do with us."
"Not when she resents me."
For the first time in your tense exchange, you relented. You searched for Art's eyes, looking for a hint of betrayal, of deception, but instead, you found defeat. Your resolve softened, and you felt the familiar pull of a memory from when you first met at the Stanford cafeteria thirteen years ago. Two lonely people meeting one another, and now, finding themselves in each other's paths again.
But it should end here.
"Your marriage problem isn't my responsibility to solve."
"I know, and I'm not asking you to. I just ā€¦ want to talk about us."
You shrugged, keeping your tone nonchalant.
"There's no more us."
At that moment, a mix of voices from a group of people came out from the conference room area, chatting among themselves. The two of you involuntarily took a small step away from each other as if the guilt by distance association was enough to make anyone suspicious. Art's desperation was clear as day.
"Can we talk somewhere else?"
You couldn't say no, so you settled for the next best thing.
"I have to go."
"Can you at least think about it?"
Art closed the distance, reaching for your hand. You were pliant to his gentle touches, overwhelmed with conflicting emotions that lapped at your conscience. A piece of paper was placed in your palm.
"Text me. I'll figure out something for us."
You said nothing to his promise and walked away; your skin felt hot from his touch. You headed straight for the conference room, and your hand slipped the note Art gave you into the pocket of your blazer.
Art's number had not been a resident in your contact for a very long time. You stared at the ten digits later that night in your room, and your fingers itched to do something about it. Burn it or throw it away; it didn't matter. You knew you should do either of those things, but in the end, you couldn't.
At about 12:40 AM, Art sent you the address to a local restaurant that was about a ten-minute drive from the hotel.
Tomorrow night. 7:30.
As the day drew closer to night, the knot in your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You sat in the car in the restaurant's parking lot for a while despite being there early. When it was 7:38, knowing you couldn't delay it any longer, you straightened your simple outfit and walked into the restaurant. You were greeted by a bored hostess on a slow night; the place was almost empty, save for two other occupied spots. Art's table was in a more secluded area, where privacy was afforded by the enclosed booth with fake vines cascading down to the back of the leather seats in intricate weaves and big leaves. Art stood up when he saw you. The familiarity of the scene stirred a long-forgotten memory that happened seven years ago.
2012. Columbus, Ohio.
Your first book tour. After the reading and signing event, you were free to do whatever you wished, and that meant roaming the aisle of a grocery store, browsing for juice, painkillers and some chocolate. Your eyes pored over the nutritional value, or lack thereof, of a pack of chips when you felt a pair of eyes on you. That, on top of the fact that they wandered into your peripheral and hadn't made the slightest move. You did a double-take when you saw Patrick Zweig standing within arm's reach with a self-assuring smirk on his face.
"Hey. It's you."
"It'sā€¦ you."
You echoed his recognition, but on the contrary to his amusement, yours was the faintest touch of dread.
"It's been a while."
"It has been. How are you?"
You turned to face him fully. He scratched the back of his head with his free hand.
"I'm ā€¦ great! You?"
"I'm good. What are you doing here?"
Patrick looked around the aisle as if the answer was obvious.
"In this grocery store? I'm getting groceries."
You looked at the basket in his other hand. It was filled with chips, soda and some bananas.
"Right. No, I mean, in the city."
"I'm here for a challenger. Well, was."
"What happened?"
"I got eliminated."
He dipped his head and averted his eyes from yours, seeming embarrassed by the admission of the fact.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"That's alright. At least I'm $300 richer now."
Patrick gestured to you.
"What about you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm on a book tour."
"Ahh. Sounds like you're doing very well for yourself."
"Thank you."
You felt sheepish at his compliment. The two of you fell into a lull of silence, your eyes intertwined in a languid game of cat and mouse. Patrick looked like he wanted to tell you something, but you had nothing to say to him. So you broke the silence first.
"Well, uh, it's very nice to see you again. I should go."
He stepped forward, trying to capture your attention in the way his body language created an invisible enclosure that temporarily held you in.
"Wait. Can we go somewhere else to talk? I think we have a lot to talk about."
"Do we?"
You levelled him with an incredulous look. But he met you with earnestness.
"Yes, we do."
"I don't think so."
"They got married last month."
It took you a brief moment to understand. Still, his decision to break the news to you in an abrupt manner took you by surprise. Your heart seemed to drop into a bottomless pit, and you could feel the frantic beat of it thrumming along every inch of your skin. You quickly fixed your frown into a forced smile.
"Well, that's great to hear. I'm happy for them."
Patrick gave you a look that said your effort was all in vain.
"You don't mean that."
"We all have to move on at some point. Unlike you."
The venomous bite of your words didn't go unnoticed by the dark-haired man before you.
"If you knew what I know, then you would be just like me."
You scoffed, crossing your arms.
"Please, we're not the same. Stop being cryptic and just say what you want to say."
He tilted his head at you, an idea dancing in his blue eyes.
"How about this? I'll tell you over dinner. We can use some catching up."
Your lack of a response made him feel like he needed to apply a little pressure.
"You'll want to know what happened. Trust me."
You rolled your eyes. You couldn't believe you were seriously considering his offer. You exhaled deeply and decided then that spending some time with your ex's wife's ex-boyfriend was better than a night alone in the hotel room.
"Where and what time?"
His smirk deepened, and you wanted to wipe that off of his face.
"There's an Applebee's nearby. How about we meet up there ā€¦ around 7?"
"Fine."
That was how you ended up here, sitting across from Patrick Zweig, sipping on a Rum and Coke while waiting for your food. Whatever he wanted to say to you might pair better with the taste of alcohol. You hadn't even bothered to change out of the sundress you wore just hours before when you ran into him.
"How's it going for you career-wise?"
Patrick took a sip of his drink to delay answering your question.
"Oh, you know, it's ā€¦ good. I'm making a name for myself."
You recalled his grocery haul, the pair of shorts that resembled pyjama pants, and the state of his car when you arrived around the same time as he did. The interior was messy, with rolled-up socks and clothes draping all over the back seat, trash and parking tickets in the front. Doubt swelled in your head.
"Are you? I have a feeling that you wouldn't be sleeping in your car if that was the case."
A playful smile appeared on his lips.
"Ouch. The hostel I was staying in had bed bugs, so my car was the next best option. I'll go to a motel after this, though."
You hummed, thinking back about what Art had told you about Patrick.
"Isn't your family rich?"
"They are. Not me."
His long middle finger traced the rim of his drink in a pensive mood.
"Why don't you ask them for help?"
"I don't want to. Let's just say we always fail to come to an agreement when it comes to the choices that I've made."
Your acknowledgement came in the form of slow nods of your head. You understood him for not wanting to depend on your family for anything. It would only give them one more reason to call you a disappointment for daring to seek their help.
The waiter brought out your food, and your conversation was pulled into a lull of quietude as you ate your food. You dabbed the corner of your mouth for a drop of the creamy pasta sauce, while Patrick munched on three pieces of fries. You picked up what was left off moments ago.
"You're still privileged in a way, you know? You could give up and crawl back to your family's mansion. I'm sure they'll welcome you back with open arms."
"I could. But there's no fun in that. Besides, I prefer being a disappointment anyway."
You shared a small chuckle. Under the low light of the restaurant, you allowed yourself to take him in fully. Curly dark hair, contrasted with the soft edges of his face. The light stubble along his jaw added a rugged charm to his laid-back attitude. You couldn't help but compare him to Art. Patrick's confidence was loud, veering on cocky. Art's was quiet, but full of surprises when the moment called for it.
The heady allure of Patrick and his association with Art had started to draw up dangerous ideas in your mind. You inhaled sharply, your fingers rubbed your temple in small circles in an attempt to bring yourself back to the conversation. The one you needed to have the moment you settled in the booth of Applebee's.
"So ā€¦ they got married."
"Yeah. Pretty recently. Didn't even get an invite."
A sardonic huff of air escaped your lips.
"Join the club. I found out about their engagement last year, but I didn't think ā€¦"
You trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. But the silence did it for you. Patrick nodded.
"Art moves fast. He knows what he wants and he goes for it. And no one can tell him otherwise."
"I know it all too well."
"Little fucker."
You took a sip of your second Rum and Coke. A deep sigh escaped your lungs.
"I get it, though. She's beautiful, she's passionate about tennis. She can help him in ways that I can't."
At that, Patrick stayed quiet. His eyes took you in, all of your honesty and insecurity displayed in a glass case in front of him. You felt the briefest brush of vulnerability on your spine and shivered, but you ignored it. Despite the lack of dialogue and contact during the short period Patrick visited Stanford, your shared history ran deeper than the surface-level interaction that you had.
Patrick set down his burger and wiped his mouth with the napkin. His fingers created a rhythm on the wooden table, but then, the dull melody was cut short.
"Art is devoted to Tashi, but she's not."
"What do you mean?"
You prompted him to continue.
"Tennis is not everything to Art. But to Tashi, it is."
"I figured as much. It's not new news."
An inkling that Patrick was deliberately withholding information from you came to your mind. You sat up straighter, setting your fork down.
"Spill, Patrick."
He relented after a moment.
"I was in Atlanta last year. A couple of months after they got engaged."
You looked at him, unsure where he was going.
"Both of them were there for the Atlanta Open. I ā€¦ saw Tashi in the hotel they were staying that night, and we ā€¦ slept together."
You searched for a hint of deception in his face, only to come up with none. His face remained unreadable, betraying nothing, leaving only sincerity despite the irony of the situation. Your mouth opened, and closed, as you were at a loss for words. Patrick shrugged as if what he had just confessed was no more than a harmless, made-up tale.
"She wants an obedient little dog to carry out her fantasy of being a great tennis player. And Art is more than eager to do that for her."
He continued, seeming oblivious to your lack of response.
"She didn't seem happy, being engaged to Art. And if I can be honest, I think Tashi only likes Art because he's loyal to her to a fault, and he'll do anything to please her. I don't think she even loves him."
That somehow took you out of your bewildered state.
"Are you even listening to yourself? He was your best friend."
"My best friend? Who sabotaged my relationship, stole my girlfriend and basically abandoned me for her?"
Your rebuttal shot forward like a bullet out of its chamber.
"So you slept with her? To revenge? Even though she was engaged to Art? You're no better than him, Patrick. Two wrongs don't make one right."
You shook your head and couldn't help the thought that rolled off of your lips.
"You tennis players are such fucking assholes."
Patrick only nodded in agreement and didn't say anything. You sighed, asking the question you'd wanted to know.
"Does Art know?"
"I don't think so."
You shook your head, feeling a wave of fatigue taking over.
"I've had enough of you people. Just leave me alone."
He held his hands up in defence.
"All I'm saying is, you still have a chance if you want it."
You gave a rueful smile.
"Am I an idiot for wanting to believe you?"
He took his time, roaming over you with a pensive gaze. You felt exposed under it, after the confession you had never dared to verbalize out loud. Perhaps it was both of your positions in this game of tennis, the back and forth that inexplicably wove the four of you together in these intricate patterns, so tightly entangled with one another, that made you feel like Patrick would recognize. There was only understanding, and no judgement. The irony was that. Tennis was a simple game when you stripped it down to its barest principles, but the interconnection between everyone was anything but simple.
"No, you're not. You must really love him."
You looked down at your empty glass, unable to meet his eyes.
"I hate that I still feel this way about him."
Even though both of you were hurt by Art, you couldn't help the question that came afterward.
"Do you miss him?"
Patrick was his best friend, and Art was his. They had a life-long history between them that you weren't privy to. Your pain and his were different in kind, but you could understand all the same.
"I do."
The rest of the meal was cast in a sombre hue, with both of you mulling over a mutual understanding and the similarities you shared. Neither of you was the winner, but that didn't matter now.
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"You didn't have to pay for my meal as well."
He said as you walked together to his car. You came here by taxi, and Patrick had offered to give you a ride back to your hotel. You waved a dismissive hand.
"Don't mention it. Giving me a ride back is enough."
His car was only within a few strides away when Patrick stepped in front of you.
"I can do more than that, you know? To pay you back."
"How?"
"I, we, can make Art jealous."
You halted and repeated your previous question. He arched an eyebrow, his expression said nothing but trouble, and when understanding dawned on you, you levelled him with a glare.
"No. Sleeping with you is the last thing I need right now."
"Who said anything about sleeping?"
You scoffed at the obvious bait, sidestepping him to reach the passenger side of his car.
"We can make out, take a photo, and I'll send it to Art. Make him realize what he's missing."
"If you want to kiss me, just say that. No need to make up excuses."
You rolled your eyes at him and realized just how much closer Patrick was to you than moments ago. He dipped his head to look at you, his gaze traced the shape of your lips and drifted to your eyes. When he spoke, his voice softened, low and careful, and your curiosity responded, pushing back the guard your inhibition had put up.
"I really do."
He leaned in, and you rose on your tiptoes to meet his lips. The touch was gentle and slow at first as you tested the pieces you needed to fit together. Then Patrick took over, and you followed his lead. His presence was all-encompassing, sweeping over your senses. Your lips lapsed and locked together in a feverish rhythm, a playful and exhilarating chase of lust. His tongue prodded at your entrance, and you opened yourself up to him. Your tongues intertwined, determined to draw whatever you needed from the other.
You didn't know when Patrick had pushed you up against his car, but you were grateful as your strength had become dependent on him. The cold metal of his car and the solid yet soft feel of his body created delicious friction on your skin. You grasped at each other's body, groping and pulling, your lips barely parted for a much-needed gulp of air. He grunted when you bit his lower lip, and that earned you a harsh, handful squeeze of your ass under your sundress. Your body called to his, and yet, a small part of your mind beckoned you to resurface, to come to the admission of the truth that you had been running away from.
Your ardour exchange slowed as you parted to breathe. Still, you met each other in the middle for brief touches, and you eventually pulled away. Patrick's thumb rubbed at the curve of your bottom lip as if he were admiring his work of art, which was swollen and glistening with his mark. His whisper was warm on your lips.
"Did you think about him?"
You nodded and swallowed.
"Did you think about her?"
It took him a moment, but he nodded. A woeful smile graced your swollen lips.
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"Revenge is always a good idea."
You touched his jaw, forcing him to meet your eyes.
"You don't win by sleeping with me. I don't want to be a perpetual pawn in the game that all three of you play. Besides, I don't think Art cares anymore."
Patrick shook his head.
"About what happened all those years ago? Maybe not. But I think he still cares about you."
"It doesn't make a difference though, does it?"
"I guess not."
You playfully and gently pushed him back, making Patrick set you down on your own shaky legs. Your front brushed against his arousal, and you bit your bottom lip in amusement.
"Come on, you still have to drive me back."
Before getting out of his car in front of your hotel, you reached for his hand.
"It was nice to see you again, Patrick. I really mean it."
His hand came up to meet yours, giving it a soft squeeze.
"You, too. I'm glad that we got to catch up."
You left his car without saying another word. Your heart was heavy, but at ease. Moving on and forward was your only option, but it felt much easier now. Still, you wished you would never have to see any of them ever again.
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ravers8fantasy Ā· 14 hours ago
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My super swag tier list of the wii boxers with explanations no one asked for underneathā€¼ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ—Æ
Also the quality sucks uh anyway im gonna throw my yap at you now-
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Ok so boom glass joe cmon now, he literally is just a nice guy from france and yeah although his record sucks ass, he still has the spirit to fight soo thats pretty admirable his deer in headlights stance has captivated me so hard he is the only boxer im confident at drawing. Also sometimes babygirl is a 38 year old frenchman idc I love his character sm
DON FLAMENCO yall. Ik I had a whole villain arc with rosie posie but I realised the error of my ways... 1. He is a bull fighter 2. He probably knows how to dancešŸ˜» and 3. He is just so explosion sfx. ALSO HIS TITLE DEFENSE OUT FIT, MY FAVEEEEšŸ¤¤ HIS VOICELINES AS WELL MAAAOOOOOOOOOW
Piston hondo is just a chill guyšŸ˜Œ likes food, wears cool shoes, has cool hair he is a really fast runner hes just yeah hes- hes so cool
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When I found out king hippo was from the south pacific I leapt for joy I was like heyy twinnn,,, even though my first reaction of him was from his character intro which had me a little gagged I fear (FIJI RAHHHšŸ‡«šŸ‡ÆšŸ’„šŸ—£ļø)
You cannot tell me disco and tiger wouldnt be fun to hang out with. One is a disco dancing diva and the other is literally a magician who raps likeeee
Bear hugger, i want to eat raw fish with you and give your squirrel acorns. Thats it really.
Okok look aran ryan is there ONLY because he reminds me of my very dear beloved best friend who has to live in the flipping other end of the country in ENGLAND. If my friend was a boxer she would be aran ryan im not even kidding shes so cool and so pretty -
reminder: people who cheat in sports arent cool play fairly chat also I dont think aran is pretty,,, help that sounds kinda mean
Macho man is there because he is SUPER SWAG and I just want to be part of his symphony and sing turn my swag on by soulja boy with him. And also i didnt know where else to put him uhhhh-
soda popisnki!!,,, Uh Soda popinski!! Yayyy...
I DIDNT KNOW WHERE TO PUT HIM OK I DONT WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH HIM HELPPP BLESS HIS HEART LETS JUST SAY HE DESERVES HIS OWN SPOT
I fear if I met sandman irl it would just be like "yo your cool" and thats it because he is actually so intimidating what the flip
Then there is bald bull. He is a chill guy deep down but im gonna let him do his own thing out of respect of his privacy
Von kaiser kinda reminds me of my dad they are literally the same age lol. My dad is in the army and also I was born in Germany so theres that connection ig. I also did combined cadet force cus I wanted to be like my dad kinda but quit since no one took me seriously once I was promoted which was actually so ass. when I saw Kaiser teaching those kids it reminded me of my time with the cadets after I got promoted and also of my dad showing 6 year old me around the military camp we live next to #corememory
Yeah, kaiser is a comfort character if you cant tell he just evokes nostalgic feelings in me *explodes*
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crystal-0-vibe Ā· 2 days ago
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Walk through fire for you, just let me adore you
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Peter Maximoff x reader ā˜†
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Series - Pt.1!
Warnings: None (just fluff)
Summary: You always disagreed with people liking you because you didn't feel worthy of their love. Peter found out about this after years of liking you, so now he was determined to prove you wrong.
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"What do we have after lunch?" Your friend, Raven, questioned, turning to you. You were currently sitting with your friend group having lunch, talking about anything that came to mind.
"Art with Mr Howlett" you replied, offering a small smile - "Which we should probably make our way to now, lunch is almost over" You finished, beginning to pack away your drawings you were working on as a small project outside of school.
As you were walking to class, your other friend, Peter, who had previously been in Xaviers office getting told off as usual, walked up behind you and slung his arm over your shoulder. "What do you think you're doing?" You glared up at him. He laughed and pulled you closer, to which you scoffed. "That's such a pointless question, y/n" he teased back, poking at your cheek. Smacking his hand away, you took your friend by the wrist and dragged her off down the corridor. Peter continued to walk at a normal pace, but his arm was finally off your shoulder, and that was a win, right?
As you and Raven were at the door to Logan's classroom, she turned to you with a sly grin. "Why are you red?" You paused your step and turned to her, confused as ever, "I'm not red? What are you talking about..." The sentence you started didn't get finished as you peered into your reflection (that you saw in a window that happened to be there), your cheeks were rosy, and you began to sweat. This hadn't happened since your last relationship, which had been an utter fail.
You wouldn't like to say it was a common occurrence, normally you wouldn't let it get this far. You hated falling in love, your mother had always told you it was a sad way of wasting your own time. She was right. Never once in the entire time you had been in highschool (before you changed to Xavier's school) did you have, or know anyone in a happy relationship.
Turning to Raven, with a look that could only be described as utter horror crossed your features, you mumbled quietly; "This cannot be happening.. for him of all people" - "He's annoying, flirty and frankly doesn't know when to stop! I doubt personal space is even in his vocabulary!" You continued, beginning to lose your patience with yourself entirely.
She pushed you inside the class, and you both walked to your seats quickly, trying to work out whether Peter saw your blush or not.
The lesson ended fairly quickly, but you could only think of Peter and the feel that he brought to you whenever he wrapped his arms around you (or was near you in general). You hated him, how he ruffled your hair, how he sometimes messed with you a little too much, and you'd snap. Every time that happened, it made you feel that little more guilty, the way his poor brown eyes showed deep signs of regret, the puppy look he gave you and the way his entire demeanor would change... it made you feel bad, but his eyes were so alluring.
With a quick change of route, you spun round and mentioned to Raven that you would be heading somewhere before going to your dorm, so if she wanted to go to hers to change first, she could.
Practically flying out of the door, you followed Peter to his dorm and stopped him outside. "Peter.. I need to speak to you.." you mumbled with a sigh. He turned and looked slightly confused. "If this is about earlier, I'm sorry-". There he goes again, apologising when in reality he hadn't done anything bad at all.
Turning redder than you thought you could you interrupted his sentence before he could say anything that would cause you more greif. "You didn't do anything wrong... I wanted to say..." Your words trailed off into an atmosphere of nothingness, lost in the thought of the hurt, puppy looked boy in front of you.
'Peter, you didn't do anything wrong, I wanted to say that I like having you close' is what you wanted to say. Instead, your reply was slightly different... "Peter, I was rude and mean, you didn't deserve that... sorry, I'll see you later." Rushing off back down the hall, leaving him shocked and to his own thoughts. Poor boy didn't deserve your confusion of emotions.
Raven, Rouge, Scott, and a few other of your friends came to your dorm and hanged around for a while before slowly disbursing one by one, leaving you to finally piece the day together in your journal. The entry read;
23 November,
Back to writing in this again, I can not believe that I have been so careless inconsiderate toward Peter. I like him! How could I have not realised that. I can't let another boy be ashamed that I don't think I'm worthy of them, so currently I'm just keeping this to myself and obviously my friends. Hopefully things will go well... I hope he isn't mad that I left so suddenly, I cause so much suffering...
Closing your diary with a long and pained noise, you began your normal night routine before a sudden and sharp tap was heard from your dorm door. 'Who the hell is that, it's almost 11pm..' you thought, unlocking your door and opening it.
"...Peter?"
"Your friend told me everything."
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My first series !! EEEKK I'm so excited, hope this was up to standard...
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jrob64 Ā· 1 day ago
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Exacting His Revenge
- Chapter 3
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I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. To reward you for your patience, I will give you another chapter after this one, for a total of 4. (You would have gotten it anyway because I am apparently just too wordy)
Happy birthday again to @kmomof4 and thank you again to @hookedmom for betaing this story.
Story Summary: When Hook sees an opportunity to finally get his revenge on Rumplestiltskin, he seizes it, putting him in the company of Emma Swan. A season 2 canon divergent story.
Rating: M (for eventual smut in chapter 4)
Words (Ch. 3): 6666
Posted on Tumlr - Chap. 1 Chap. 2 and also on ffn and Ao3
Story found under the cut
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As the ship got closer to Storybrooke, Hook noticed Emma frequently glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. When the lights of the town appeared on the horizon, he saw her draw in a deep breath, turn, and walk toward the steps leading to the helm. Slowly climbing them, she looked up and met his gaze.
ā€œIs there something I can help you with, Love?ā€ he asked.
ā€œI was just wonderingā€¦what do you plan to do, now that you killed Gold?ā€
He chuckled lowly. ā€œIā€™ve been wondering that myself.ā€
ā€œTechnically, youā€™re still under arrest. Now weā€™ll have to add escaping from jail to your charges.ā€
Hook reached up and scratched behind his ear. ā€œProbably another assault charge, too.ā€
She widened her stance and crossed her arms. ā€œWhat did you do?ā€
ā€œI may have knocked your father unconscious with a pry bar.ā€
Rubbing her forehead in irritation, Emma sighed, ā€œYouā€™re a walking menace, you know that?ā€
ā€œI couldnā€™t just sit in that concrete brig, while you were off by yourself with the bloody Dark One.ā€
Her eyes shot up. ā€œYou broke out of jail because you thought you had to save me?ā€
He dipped his head in a slight nod. ā€œAye.ā€
ā€œWhy?ā€ she asked, disbelievingly.
ā€œI knew what the crocodile was capable of doing. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Even though he needed you to help him navigate his way to his son, you were disposable once you found him.ā€
ā€œYou think he would have killed me? Knowing I had a son waiting for me back in Storybrooke?ā€
ā€œHe killed Milah knowing she had a son. Why would you be any different?ā€ He watched her mull over her question. When she didnā€™t say anything else, he asked, ā€œDo you think Baelfire will stay in Storybrooke?ā€
She shrugged indifferently. ā€œI donā€™t know.ā€
ā€œDo you wish for him to stay?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t, but if Henry does, I guess Iā€™ll have to accept it. First, I have to figure out a way to tell Henry about him, though.ā€
ā€œYou havenā€™t told him about his father?ā€
Her face scrunched into a grimace, something that Hook found to be quite adorable. ā€œI sort of lied to him about Neal. I told him his dad was a firefighter who died saving people from a burning building.ā€
ā€œWhy did you do that?ā€
ā€œBecause I didnā€™t think there was a chance in hell I would ever see Neal again. And also because I didnā€™t want my kid to know his father was a lying thief who abandoned me.ā€
Hook glanced at Bae, still sitting beside his fatherā€™s body. He was glowering at them and Hook wondered if he had heard what Emma said, or was simply angry seeing Emma talking to him.
ā€œThe lad seems to be quite adaptable. Iā€™m sure once he hears the whole story, heā€™ll understand.ā€
ā€œI hope so,ā€ Emma sighed. ā€œThe thing is, itā€™s already complicated enough trying to juggle his time between me and Regina. If Neal is added to the mix, Iā€™ll get to see Henry even less.ā€
ā€œHe does have a right to see the boy, though, doesnā€™t he?ā€
ā€œYeah. Itā€™s not like Neal abandoned him, too. He didnā€™t know I was pregnant when he took off.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t think that the two of you, for the boyā€™s sakeā€¦ā€
ā€œNot a chance!ā€ Emma snapped. ā€œLook, a lot has changed since Neal and I were together. Iā€™ve matured and Iā€™m assuming he has, too. But the only feelings I have for him areā€¦well, they arenā€™t anything close to love, letā€™s put it that way.ā€
Hook nodded, trying to keep the happiness he felt about her declaration from showing on his face.
ā€œI donā€™t know why Iā€™m telling you all of this,ā€ she said. ā€œI guess I just needed to blow off some steam, and you happened to be available.ā€
ā€œIā€™m very happy to oblige, Swan,ā€ Hook assured her.
Emma shifted her gaze forward and saw they were rapidly approaching Storybrooke. ā€œIf you want to sail away once we get Goldā€™s body off the ship, I wonā€™t stop you,ā€ she said conspiratorially.
ā€œWhy, Sheriff, do you intend to set your prisoner free?ā€ he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
ā€œIā€™m just saying that since you donā€™t have any reason to stay in Storybrookeā€¦ā€
ā€œAh, but I do have a reason, Love.ā€
Emmaā€™s brow furrowed. ā€œYou do?ā€
ā€œYou promised to join me for dinner, remember?ā€
Her mouth dropped open. ā€œAre you telling me you would give up your chance at freedom just to keep our deal?ā€
ā€œA gentleman keeps his word, and as I told you atop the beanstalk, Iā€™m always a gentleman.ā€
ā€œYou know Iā€™ll have to lock you up as soon as you step foot off this ship.ā€
ā€œAnd you know I wonā€™t stay in that cell.ā€
ā€œSeriously?ā€
ā€œPirate,ā€ he said smugly.
ā€œAre you going to dock the ship, Hook, or are you two going to keep making eyes at each other and let it crash into the pier?ā€ Baelfire asked, his tone venomous.
ā€œWe donā€™t make eyes,ā€ Emma said, rolling hers.
ā€œCoulda fooled me,ā€ he grumbled.
Hook began giving directions to the two of them, as he guided the ship into a berth. Emma was quick to follow, but Bae purposely lagged, earning him some sharp words from the captain.
Once the ship was tied off, Emma pulled out her phone. ā€œIā€™m calling my dad. Hopefully, he can arrange transportation for Goldā€™s body as quietly as possible. I donā€™t want Belle to find out about his death until I get a chance to tell her.ā€
Hook and Bae stood on either side of her as she spoke to her father. When she ended the call, she looked from one to the other. ā€œAre you going with me to talk to Belle?ā€ she asked Neal.
ā€œI thought you were going to take me to meet our son.ā€
ā€œNot tonight. Itā€™s late and heā€™ll be in bed.ā€
ā€œBut Iā€¦ā€
Emma angrily planted her hands on her hips. ā€œNeal, if you want to meet him, youā€™re playing by my rules, got it?ā€
He stared at her for a few moments before dropping his eyes. ā€œFine. Iā€™ll come with you to talk to Belle and wait until tomorrow to meet Henry.ā€
Pivoting to face Hook, she said, ā€œYou can stay on your ship tonight. If youā€™re still here tomorrow, Iā€™ll deal with you then.ā€
ā€œI look forward to it, Love,ā€ he smirked.
If the look Baelfire gave him could kill, there would have been another body joining Goldā€™s on the deck.
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Hook lay in his bunk, staring at the ceiling of his cabin and replaying the events of the day. It should have been the most satisfying day in his long life. Milahā€™s murderer was finally dead and the darkness was permanently dispelled. Milah was avenged, her soul could rest. For the first time in hundreds of years, he should be able to sleep peacefully.
Then why was he so restless?
Oddly enough, the stabbing of Rumplestiltskin and his subsequent death werenā€™t foremost in his thoughts. It was his interactions with Emma Swan - every word, gesture and facial expression - which were keeping him awake. She was under his skin and he didnā€™t know what to do about it.
He felt guilty about the direction of his thoughts. Ever since that most horrible of days, he mourned his Milah and promised anew that he would love her until the day he finally died. Sometimes he sought female companionship, but it was only ever for a single night, never with the same woman twice, and never on his ship. He didnā€™t want to besmirch the love he and Milah had for one another by bringing another into their bed. Now, he was lying here, his mind filled with images of a lass whom he longed to know better and whose heart he had decided to win.
ā€œIā€™m sorry, Milah,ā€ he whispered into the darkness.
Knowing sleep was going to continue to elude him, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing his flask off of the nightstand, he took a healthy swig and savored the familiar burn down his throat. Then he got up and lit the lantern on his desk. If he couldnā€™t sleep, he might as well read.
He gave up after ten minutes. Sighing, he slammed the book closed, then donned his leather duster and ascended the ladder. He walked the decks of the Jolly Roger, rubbing non-existent smudges from her highly polished railings, double checking that her sails were folded correctly, and trying to convince himself that she was the only love he needed in his life.
The problem was, his heart wasnā€™t listening to logic.
Sleep didnā€™t come until an hour before daybreak. Thankfully, he didnā€™t enter REM sleep, so he wasnā€™t able to determine which woman would appear to him in his dreams.
*********
It was almost noon when Emma made it back to his ship. ā€œStill here, I see,ā€ she called up to him from where she stood on the pier.
ā€œI assured you I wasnā€™t going to leave.ā€
She eyed him critically. ā€œAre you alright? You look like hell.ā€
ā€œWhy, thank you very much, Swan. How kind of you to notice.ā€
ā€œI thought you would be the happiest person on Earth, now that youā€™ve finally gotten your revenge.ā€
He shrugged. ā€œPerhaps the day was too stimulating to allow me to sleep well.ā€ Seeing her about to speak again, he cut in. ā€œWhere is Baelfire this morning?ā€
Emma closed her eyes and shook her head disgustedly. ā€œI already regret bringing him here. Heā€™s driving me crazy, asking to meet Henry.ā€
ā€œYou havenā€™t introduced the two of them yet, I take it?ā€
ā€œNo. Henry was at Reginaā€™s last night and was off to school before I woke up this morning. Neal thinks I should pull him out of school. I keep telling him I want the chance to talk to Henry first, but heā€™s really pushing it. I managed to sneak away from him while he and Belle were making arrangements to bury Gold.ā€
While she was talking, Hook was making his way down the gangplank to stand in front of her. ā€œI have no doubt you will stand your ground against him, Love.ā€
ā€œI know. Itā€™s justā€¦things were good between me and Henry since Mary Margaret and I got back to Storybrooke. Now I have to tell him I lied to him and Iā€™m afraid heā€™s going to hate me.ā€
Hookā€™s mind flashed to Baelfireā€™s reaction when he discovered the drawing of Milah in the captainā€™s quarters. His words were full of hatred and betrayal. To this day, he hadnā€™t forgiven him. Hook certainly hoped Henry wouldnā€™t react the same way.
Hoping to divert Emmaā€™s worries, he asked, ā€œHow did Belle take the news last night?ā€
ā€œJust as you would expect; sheā€™s devastated. She was relieved to know that Gold found his son before he died. We didnā€™t tell her Neal was furious with his father for killing his mother and refused to forgive him. Iā€™m assuming Belle didnā€™t know Goldā€™s role in Milahā€™s death.ā€
ā€œDo you think if she did, she would have ever become involved with the bloody demon?ā€
ā€œNo, probably not. Belle tries to find the best in everyone, but hearing that bit of news might have been too much for even her.ā€
ā€œYou told her the, uh, the circumstances of his death?ā€
ā€œYeah. Letā€™s just say youā€™re definitely not her favorite person. Sheā€™s still recovering from the gunshot wound you gave her and now you killed her boyfriend.ā€
Hook grimaced. Thinking of the Dark One as someoneā€™s ā€˜boyfriendā€™ turned his stomach. Not wanting to think about Rumplestiltskin anymore, he changed the subject. ā€œTo what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this morning, Swan?ā€
ā€œI have to take you back to jail. Everyone in town knows youā€™ve returned. Letting you go free after you shot someone isnā€™t going to sit well with them.ā€
ā€œEven though I rid your fair town and the world of the Dark Oneā€™s power?ā€
ā€œThe people in town donā€™t know that yet. Belle isnā€™t planning to tell them until after Gold is buried. Iā€™m sure the news will leak out soon. Until then, I donā€™t want Leroy running around town yelling, ā€˜Killer on the loose! Killer on the loose!ā€™ā€
Reaching around behind her back, she extracted handcuffs and held them up between them.
ā€œAgain?ā€ Hook sighed. ā€œYouā€™re really into this, arenā€™t you?ā€
ā€œStandard procedure,ā€ she explained. ā€œHand and hook behind your back.ā€
With a dramatic display of reluctance, he did as told. They walked down the pier and onto the beach, then over to the squad car in a moment of deja vu.
On the way to the sheriffā€™s station, Hook asked, ā€œHow is your father, Swan?ā€
ā€œHe has a headache and a good sized lump on his head, but heā€™ll be fine. Youā€™re not his favorite person, either. In fact, you donā€™t have many people on your side in this town, which is why I figured you would take the opportunity to leave when I offered it to you.ā€
ā€œThereā€™s only one person I wish to have on my side, Love. I couldnā€™t care less about anyone else.ā€
She glanced at him in the rearview mirror. ā€œYouā€™re really adamant about having that dinner with me, arenā€™t you?ā€
ā€œI would never have allowed the bloody crocodile aboard my ship if you hadnā€™t agreed to that. I fully intend to collect what is owed to me.ā€
ā€œYou might have to settle for Grannyā€™s takeout in your cell, while I eat at my desk.ā€
ā€œI believe the deal was dinner on my ship.ā€
ā€œYeah, well, you might be locked up for quite a while, depending on what Regina says.ā€
ā€œWhat does Regina have to do with it?ā€
Emma pulled up to the station, put the car in park and turned it off. Twisting in her seat, she said, ā€œWe donā€™t have a court system in Storybrooke, so the mayor decides on punishment for crimes. Thatā€™s the way she set it up during the curse and we never changed it. Considering the fact you killed her mother, I doubt Regina will be lenient toward you.ā€
ā€œRegina and I hadā€¦an understanding before the curse was cast. Iā€™m sure she will consider that.ā€
ā€œWhat sort of understanding?ā€ Emma asked.
Hook leaned forward, putting his face close to the divider between the front and back seat. ā€œLetā€™s just say we also had a deal. It took a while, but I finally kept my end of it.ā€
Emmaā€™s eyes widened. ā€œYou made a deal with Regina to kill her mother?ā€
ā€œThe two of them never had what you might call a close mother-daughter relationship.ā€
ā€œJust when I thought I heard it all,ā€ Emma mumbled, unbuckling her seat belt and opening the car door.
After releasing him from the back seat, she walked him into the station, her hand gripping his elbow. Upon entering the main area, David rose from the desk, strode across the room and punched Hook in the face.
ā€œDad!ā€ Emma yelled.
ā€œThatā€™s for the last time we met,ā€ David said, shaking his hand slightly.
Hook licked his bloodied lip before replying, ā€œI thought you might be a bit more genial, considering I brought your daughter home safely.ā€
ā€œYou knocked all the genial out of me when you hit me with that crowbar.ā€
Emma led Hook across the room, removed the cuffs, unlocked the cell and gestured for him to enter. Dabbing at his lip, he walked in, winking at her as he passed. It might have been his imagination, but he thought he detected the hint of a smile on her face.
She slammed the door closed, then turned as an afterthought. ā€œI almost forgot. Give me your hook.ā€
ā€œIf you want to hold something, Love, I have a perfectly good hand,ā€ he offered slyly, holding up his hand and wiggling his fingers.
She huffed, but he saw the corners of her mouth turn up again. ā€œJust hand over the hook, funny guy.ā€ As he twisted the hook out of the brace, she added, ā€œAnd while youā€™re at it, give me whatever you used to pick the lock last time.ā€
ā€œI thought you didnā€™t care if I escaped and sailed away, Swan.ā€
ā€œYou said you wouldnā€™t leave until I kept my part of the bargain.ā€
ā€œAh, yes, our dinner together,ā€ he said, glancing toward David as he said it. His reaction to Hookā€™s statement didnā€™t disappoint.
ā€œYour what?ā€ he shouted.
ā€œCalm down, Dad,ā€ Emma said, rolling her eyes. ā€œI had to make a deal with him so he would agree to bring Gold back to Storybrooke. Itā€™s just dinner.ā€
ā€œOn my ship,ā€ Hook contributed.
ā€œOn his ship?!ā€
Emma threw Hook a frustrated glare, before turning to her father. ā€œIā€™ll say it again - itā€™s just dinner. And itā€™s probably not going to happen anytime soon. Regina will have to decide what to do with him. In fact, I need to go to her office to bring her up to speed.ā€
David checked his watch. ā€œIā€™m supposed to be over at the cemetery in ten minutes to guard against anyone going in while theyā€™re burying Gold.ā€
Emma sighed. ā€œWe probably shouldnā€™t leave Hook alone. Can you get Leroy to come over and keep an eye on him again?ā€
ā€œIs that really necessary?ā€ Hook asked.
David narrowed his eyes at Hook for several seconds before picking up the phone.
Turning back to Hook, Emma stated, ā€œGuess that answers your question. Now, hand it over.ā€
With a dramatic sigh, he passed his hook through the bars into her waiting hand. She accepted it, then held up her other hand. He threw her his most charming smile, but she just tilted her head and speared him with another meaningful glare. Reluctantly, he reached into his pocket and removed the long hairpin.
As she accepted it, she asked, ā€œWhy do you have this thing, anyway?ā€
ā€œAs you can imagine, managing all of these buttons one-handed is quite difficult, so I use that to help pull them through the buttonholes.ā€
ā€œI think you missed a few,ā€ she murmured.
ā€œAh, so youā€™ve noticed,ā€ he cheeked.
She turned away, but not before Hook saw the blush that colored her cheeks. With a satisfied smirk, he crossed the cell and took a seat on the cot.
David left before Leroy arrived, giving Hook some time alone with Emma. ā€œDo you have a preference of what to eat for our dinner together, Swan?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re awfully presumptuous, thinking youā€™ll be out of jail anytime soon.ā€
ā€œI did Regina a favor by killing Rumplestiltskin. I have a feeling sheā€™s going to take that into consideration when she decides my fate.ā€
ā€œPeople in town love and respect Belle. They wonā€™t be happy if you get off scot-free for shooting her.ā€
Hook scuffed his boots back and forth on the floor. ā€œI do feel bad for shooting the lass. Iā€™m glad I only wounded her.ā€
ā€œAt least youā€™re remorseful,ā€ Emma remarked.
Before Hook could respond, Leroy burst into the office. ā€œIā€™m here, Sister,ā€ he blustered. Walking straight up to the bars of the cell, he spouted, ā€œNo funny business. Iā€™m watching you, Pirate.ā€
Hook stood and sauntered over to stand in front of him, ā€œYes, Dwarf. That should deter me from any malfeasance.ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know how long Iā€™ll be gone,ā€ Emma said.
Leroy and Hook continued glaring at each other for several seconds, until Leroy broke eye contact to say, ā€œCharming didnā€™t tell me why he isnā€™t able to be here. Is he out on a call?ā€
Emma and Hook exchanged a quick look. ā€œUm, yeah. Something like that,ā€ Emma mumbled vaguely.
ā€œWell, as long as one of you is back by dinner time. Granny will run out of bacon for my burger if I get there too late.ā€
ā€œIt looks like you could afford to forgo dinner now and then,ā€ Hook muttered.
ā€œBehave yourself, Hook,ā€ Emma cut in before Leroy got a chance to respond.
After she left, Leroy sat down and began swiveling in the chair, keeping an eye on Hook. ā€œSo, Iā€™m assuming you followed Sheriff Swan to New York after you knocked out her father?ā€
ā€œYou must be the smart dwarf,ā€ Hook said, resuming his spot on the cot.
ā€œThen how are the two of you back, but thereā€™s no sign of Gold? Did you leave him in New York?ā€
ā€œI have no idea of the Dark Oneā€™s location.ā€ He wasnā€™t technically lying. The darkness dissipated, but he didnā€™t know where it went.
Leroy crossed his arms over his chest. ā€œYou expect me to believe that?ā€
Hook shrugged. ā€œIt makes me no difference what you believe. I went to New York to ensure Swanā€™s safety and as you can see, I accomplished that objective.ā€
Leroy leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. ā€œAre you sweet on the sheriff?ā€
Hook very deliberately laid down and turned toward the wall, his back facing the dwarf.
ā€œBecause if you are, youā€™re never going to get her,ā€ Leroy continued. ā€œHer parents and most of the town wonā€™t allow it. Sheā€™s too good for the likes of you, Pirate.ā€
Hook closed his eyes, trying to go to sleep so he wouldnā€™t have to listen to the grumpy man any longer. It didnā€™t work. Even though Leroy stopped talking, the last words he said kept replaying themselves over and over in Hookā€™s mind.
Sheā€™s too good for the likes of you, Pirate.
*********
Word of Goldā€™s death did indeed leak out, and soon the entire town was aware that they were free of the Dark One forever. Besides expressing their condolences to Belle, they didnā€™t show any signs of sadness over his loss.
Neal was greeted with trepidation. Granny reluctantly offered him a room at the boarding house and reassured the townspeople that she would keep an eye on him. If he showed any inkling of being like his father, she wouldnā€™t hesitate to use her crossbow.
Regina stopped in at the sheriffā€™s station the day after the ship arrived back from New York. After telling David she needed to speak to Hook privately, she stepped in front of his cell and glared at him through the bars.
ā€œYour Majesty,ā€ he drawled. ā€œOr should I say ā€˜Madam Mayorā€™?ā€
ā€œIs it true youā€™re responsible for my motherā€™s death, Hook?ā€
ā€œWhere did you hear that?ā€
ā€œWord gets around. Now answer the question.ā€
ā€œAye, Love. I finally carried out your noble request.ā€
ā€œOnce the curse was cast, the request was null and void.ā€
ā€œI wasnā€™t made aware of any alteration in plans or any changes in your feelings toward your mother. Just because I didnā€™t do it when you initially sent me to do so, the result is still the same. Now donā€™t try to tell me you grieve her passing, or that you would have welcomed her to Storybrooke with open arms.ā€
Reginaā€™s mouth tightened into a straight line before she answered, ā€œYou know I didnā€™t want her here.ā€
He gave a slight nod. ā€œThatā€™s correct, so I did you a favor. And another by killing Gold. Iā€™d say you owe me, Your Majesty.ā€
ā€œI suppose you think I should give you some huge reward,ā€ she growled. ā€œWhatā€™s your price, Hook?ā€
He rose from the cot and slowly moved to stand in front of her. ā€œMy freedom will do nicely.ā€
Reginaā€™s perfectly groomed eyebrows raised in surprise. ā€œThatā€™s all you want? That doesnā€™t sound like the greedy pirate I know.ā€
He shrugged nonchalantly. ā€œMy lifeā€™s goal has been met. I have enough doubloons to last me for another three hundred years. What more could I possibly need?ā€
She crossed her arms and studied him. ā€œIf I grant your freedom, I assume you will leave town.ā€
ā€œNever assume anything.ā€
ā€œWhy would you stay?ā€
Hook studied his fingernails. ā€œI donā€™t believe my plans are any of your business.ā€
ā€œIā€™m the mayor of Storybrooke. Everything is my business.ā€
He narrowed his eyes. ā€œYou might control your townspeople, butā€¦ā€
ā€œI brought lunch, Hook.ā€ He looked over Reginaā€™s shoulder to see Emma coming into the room, holding a brown paper bag aloft.
Regina heaved an exaggerated sigh and turned to look over her shoulder. ā€œDidnā€™t your idiot father tell you I wanted to speak to Hook without being interrupted?ā€
ā€œI havenā€™t seen David,ā€ Emma replied coolly. ā€œIā€™ve been out on patrol all morning. Iā€™m happy to report no one is breaking any laws.ā€
ā€œNo one except him,ā€ Regina said, jerking her head towards Hook.
Emma set the bag of food on the desk. ā€œWell, heā€™s locked up, so I donā€™t think weā€™ll have to worry about him.ā€
ā€œApparently he broke out once before and heā€™s a pirate. Locking him up doesnā€™t guarantee he wonā€™t break out.ā€
ā€œHe doesnā€™t have any reason to break out this time, do you, Hook?ā€
ā€œAlas, no. All of my objectives have been met.ā€
ā€œI still donā€™t trust him,ā€ Regina said.
ā€œYou neednā€™t worry, Madam Mayor. Your sheriff is quite efficient,ā€ Hook said. ā€œShe particularly enjoys using her handcuffs on me, donā€™t you Swan?ā€
He was satisfied to see her cheeks turn pink. She changed the subject by asking, ā€œHave you decided on his punishment yet?ā€
ā€œPerhaps sheā€™ll sentence me to house arrest with you. Do you have a spare bed? If not, Iā€™m willing to share.ā€
Regina looked back and forth between them, her mouth set in a firm line. ā€œMiss Swan, if you donā€™t mind, I haven't finished speaking with your boyfriend.ā€
Hook suppressed a chuckle, as Emmaā€™s mouth dropped open. ā€œMy boyfriend? Hook? Whatā€™s your problem, Regina?ā€
ā€œMy problem,ā€ Regina spat, ā€œis that youā€™re impeding my job.ā€
ā€œFine,ā€ Emma shot back. ā€œIā€™ll be in the other room, eating lunch. When you finally finish your job, let me know.ā€ Picking up the sack, she turned on her heel and went into the small inner office, slamming the door behind her.
Seeing her stand up to Regina filled Hook with pride and more than a little desire. Emma Swan was fiery and fierce, just the way he liked his women.
With effort, he turned his attention back to Regina. She was drumming the manicured fingernails of her right hand on her left bicep. ā€œIā€™m willing to bet one of your reasons for remaining in Storybrooke involves Miss Swan.ā€
ā€œI would have never guessed you were one for gambling, Your Majesty.ā€
She glared at him as Hook stared back at her unflinchingly, plastering a bored look on his face. After nearly a minute, she called loudly, ā€œSheriff Swan, come out here!ā€
Emma emerged, chewing and rubbing her hands on her jeans. ā€œYou bellowed?ā€
ā€œI do not bellow,ā€ Regina remarked snarkily. ā€œIā€™ve come to a decision about this prisoner. He needs to be punished for the attempt he made on Ms. Frenchā€™s life. Therefore, I sentence him to one month in jail. By that time, maybe heā€™ll be ready to board his ship, sail away and be some other realmā€™s problem.ā€
With that, she spun around and walked out the door, heels clicking on the cement floor.
Emma watched her go, then turned to face Hook. ā€œLooks like youā€™re going to be our guest for a while longer.ā€
ā€œAye, but at least my jailer is a welcome sight to behold.ā€
ā€œYou told me you wonā€™t stay in this cell. Do I need to make sure someone is here to watch you around the clock? Because Iā€™ll be damned if Iā€™m going to chase you down every other day.ā€
ā€œAs tempting as it is to have you running after me, I give you my word as a gentleman that I will not escape.ā€
She narrowed her eyes as she studied him to detect any trace of deceit. Finding none, she said, ā€œDonā€™t make me regret trusting you, Hook.ā€
He wrapped his hand around the bars of the cell. ā€œYouā€™re going to take my advice and try something new, eh Swan?ā€
Hooking her thumbs in the back pockets of her jeans, she shrugged. ā€œYou went all the way to New York to make sure I was safe, and didnā€™t leave when I gave you the chance. I guess youā€™ve earned my trust.ā€
Hood couldnā€™t keep the grin off of his face. The fact that she trusted him was definitely a step in the right direction toward winning her heart. He reached through the bars and twisted a lock of her hair around his finger, enjoying the silky feel of it against his calloused skin. ā€œIā€™m very happy to hear that, Love.ā€
She was just opening her mouth to reply, when Baelfire entered the room. Hookā€™s eyes shifted to the other man, causing Emma to look over her shoulder. As soon as she saw Neal, she stiffened.
Bae stopped short when he saw how close the couple was standing. Then he saw that Hook had a lock of Emmaā€™s hair wrapped around his finger and his face turned crimson.
ā€œWhatā€™s going on here, Ems?ā€ he blustered.
ā€œNothing,ā€ she answered tightly.
ā€œDoesnā€™t look that way to me. Looks like the fucking pirate is trying to seduce you, just like he did my mother.ā€
ā€œGive it a rest, Neal. Heā€™s behind bars and thatā€™s where he has to stay for a month.ā€
ā€œA month?ā€ he shouted. ā€œThatā€™s all he gets for killing my father?ā€
ā€œActually,ā€ Hook began, ā€œthat sentence is for shooting Belle French. Regina felt I did the town a favor by ridding it of the Dark One.ā€
ā€œWhat the fuck? Youā€™re just going to get away with murder?ā€ Neal raged.
ā€œOh, come on, Neal,ā€ Emma groaned. ā€œYouā€™re the one who said to just let your dad die. Now you want to act like the grieving son? I donā€™t buy it.ā€
He walked over to stand in front of the cell, looking back and forth between Hook and Emma. Hook untangled his finger from her hair and pulled his hand back. As much as he wanted to smirk at the angry man, he decided it was best not to add fuel to the fire. He didnā€™t want to put Emma in an even more uncomfortable position.
Bae turned his back toward Hook and tried to step between Emma and the bars. ā€œIsn't it about time for Henry to come home from school, Ems?ā€
She heaved a sigh and turned to look at the clock on the wall. ā€œSchool lets out in half-an-hour. Once my dad gets back to the station, Iā€™ll leave to go pick Henry up.ā€
ā€œCool. Iā€™ll come with you.ā€
Emma folded her arms over her chest and fixed him with a fierce scowl. Hook was quite happy not to be on the receiving end of it. ā€œNo, you will not. Iā€™ve already told you that I need to talk to Henry first. I want to prepare him to meet you.ā€
ā€œWhatā€™s there to prepare? You just say, ā€˜Henry, this is your father.ā€™ Whatā€™s so hard about that?ā€
ā€œFor fuckā€™s sake, Neal! He thinks his father is dead!ā€
ā€œWhy the hell would he think that?ā€ Neal yelled.
ā€œBecause thatā€™s what I told him! I said you were a firefighter who died as a heroā€¦ā€
Neal leaned forward until his face was mere inches away from hers. ā€œWhat the fuck, Emma? Why would you do something so idiotic?ā€
Emma didnā€™t back away from him as she spoke through gritted teeth. ā€œWould you rather I told him that his dad was a thief and a liar who abandoned me and let me go to jail for a crime he committed?ā€
When Hook saw Neal grasp Emmaā€™s arms, he had enough. ā€œLet go of her, Bae!ā€ he demanded, reaching through the bars to grab the other manā€™s jacket.
ā€œStay out of this, Hook!ā€ Baelfire shouted, jerking away from Hookā€™s grip, letting go of Emma at the same time. ā€œSheā€™s not yours to protect!ā€
ā€œSheā€™s not yours, either!ā€ Hook shot back.
ā€œThatā€™s enough!ā€ Emma exclaimed. ā€œNeal, you need to leave. After Iā€™ve had a chance to talk to Henry, Iā€™ll call you. That is, if he wants to meet you today. If he needs more time to process everything, thatā€™s what heā€™ll get. And you will agree to it, or you wonā€™t meet him at all. Is that clear?ā€
ā€œI came all this way and heā€™s my son. You canā€™t keep me from seeing him.ā€
ā€œI can and I will if you donā€™t back off. Go back to your room at the boarding house and wait for me to call.ā€
Hook watched carefully to see what Baelfire would do next. If he continued to defy and bully Emma, Hook would find some way to get out of the cell and go to her aid.
After several more moments of glowering at Emma, Bae finally stomped out of the office, nearly running into David, who was on his way in.
ā€œWhatā€™s wrong with him?ā€ he asked.
ā€œHeā€™s demanding to see Henry and Iā€™m making him wait. I need to talk to Henry first.ā€
David took off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. ā€œI can understand his impatience. He just found out he has a son; itā€™s only natural to be anxious to meet him.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re taking his side?ā€ Emma asked.
ā€œI didnā€™t realize you two are on opposite sides. I thought you were, umā€¦ā€
Emmaā€™s eyes widened. ā€œDo you think weā€™re together?ā€
ā€œWell, you do have a child together and you just found each other again after so many years.ā€
She put her hands on her hips. ā€œIf I had my way, I would have never seen him again.ā€
Davidā€™s jaw dropped. ā€œBut Mary Margaret and I thought the two of youā€¦ā€
ā€œWell, you thought wrong!ā€ she spouted, then angrily grabbed her keys and pushed past him.
He stood rooted to the spot, staring at the door through which she just disappeared. Almost to himself, he murmured, ā€œIā€™m so confused. Why wouldnā€™t she want toā€¦ā€
ā€œBe with Baelfire?ā€ Hook interrupted. ā€œHave you ever asked your daughter about the father of her child?ā€
David turned around, the look on his face making it clear the answer to Hookā€™s question was ā€˜noā€™. Instead, he said, ā€œThatā€™s none of your business.ā€
ā€œPerhaps not, but Emma did share with me what happened between them, and letā€™s just say she has good reason not to want to be with him.ā€
ā€œWhy would she tell you and not her mother and I?ā€
Hook shrugged. ā€œI think she felt a bitā€¦trapped by the whole situation of him coming to Storybrooke and she wanted to share her side of the story with someone. I just happened to be available.ā€
ā€œDid he hurt her?ā€
ā€œNot physically, but thatā€™s all Iā€™m going to say. Itā€™s not my story to tell.ā€
David eyed him critically for several seconds, then stepped closer to the cell. ā€œLet me give you a bit of advice, Hook. Sheā€™s never gonna like you.ā€
ā€œIs that so?ā€
ā€œWell, how could she? Youā€™re nothing but a pirate.ā€ With those words, he spun on his heel and walked away.
The cocky smirk on Hookā€™s face faded as he watched David go. For the second time in two days, he had been told that Emma Swan would never be with him because he wasnā€™t good enough for her. The one consolation he had was that neither time, it was Emma who said it. He would have to cling to the hope that she didnā€™t feel the same way.
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Hook didnā€™t expect to see Emma any more that day, so when she came into the station soon after he finished eating the meal Granny provided, he was pleasantly surprised. However, seeing the agitated state she was in, his pleasure soon turned to concern.
ā€œI thought I was finishing out this shift,ā€ David said.
ā€œI know, but I figured you would want to spend the evening with Mary Margaret, and since Henry is staying at Reginaā€™sā€¦ā€
ā€œWhat? Why is he doing that? I thought you were introducing him to Neal.ā€
ā€œYeah, well, letā€™s just say things didnā€™t go as planned,ā€ she said sadly.
ā€œEmma, if you need toā€¦ā€
ā€œLook, Dad,ā€ she sighed, ā€œI really donā€™t want to talk about it right now. Iā€™ll be home in a couple of hours, okay? Maybe by then, Iā€™ll be ready to tell you what happened.ā€
Hook thought David was going to argue with her, but after a few moments, he blew out a heavy sigh and said, ā€œOkay. Iā€™ll see you at home. Be careful.ā€ After kissing her forehead, he gave Hook a warning look, then left.
Emma dropped into a chair, threw her head back and groaned.
ā€œAlright there, Swan?ā€ Hook asked.
She was motionless for so long, he thought she wasnā€™t going to answer. Finally, she sat up and put her head in her hands. ā€œNot really. Henry is very pissed at me for lying to him. He had no interest in meeting Neal and insisted on going to Reginaā€™s because he doesnā€™t want to be around me. Then when I called Neal, he went off on me, saying it was all my fault his son refused to meet him.ā€
ā€œIā€™m sorry, Love.ā€
She didnā€™t reply. He felt helpless seeing her sitting there, looking so defeated.
When she finally stood up, she paced back and forth in front of his cell. ā€œWhy did I ever think I could do this? I know nothing about being a mom. I probably screwed him up for life. First I gave him away, then I lied to him about his fatherā€¦ā€
ā€œEmma, stop,ā€ Hook said firmly.
She stood still, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. ā€œItā€™s true.ā€
ā€œNo, itā€™s not. It sounds to me like you made a very courageous decision by giving him up for adoption. Bae abandoned you and left you with very little choice. As far as telling him Baelfire was dead, you had no idea Henry would have a chance to meet him someday. You wanted to spare him the pain of knowing his father was a bloody coward, just like his own father before him. In my opinion, there was nothing wrong with telling Henry he was a hero. It was far kinder than the truth.ā€
ā€œHe was so angry,ā€ she whispered hoarsely. ā€œHe may never forgive me.ā€
Hookā€™s heart ached for her. ā€œCome here, Love,ā€ he said softly, stretching his hand out through the bars.
She shook her head, wiping at her eyes. ā€œItā€™s okay. Iā€™m fine.ā€
ā€œEmma, look at me,ā€ he coaxed.
Slowly, she raised her eyes. Even more slowly, she reached forward to place her hand in his. He gave a little tug to pull her closer. When she was near enough, he attempted to put his arms around her, frustrated that the cell bars were between them.
ā€œThis is stupid,ā€ she said, turning her back and walking away. He almost groaned in frustration, until he realized she was pulling a set of keys out of the desk drawer. She approached the cell again, hesitating briefly before unlocking the door. After swinging it open, she stood uncertainly, shifting from foot to foot.
Hook stepped through the doorway and into her space. Locking eyes with her, he silently asked permission and upon receiving it, gently pulled her into his arms.
At first, her body was stiff and unyielding, but as he rubbed his hand and wrist up and down her back, she gradually relaxed and let him comfort her. ā€œYouā€™re a good mother, Emma. Henry knows that, and he will forgive you.ā€
ā€œHow can you be so sure?ā€ she mumbled into his chest.
ā€œBecause I know first-hand how hard it is to stay away from you.ā€ He heard her scoff lightly, but she didnā€™t say anything. He didnā€™t know how long she let him hold her, but he relished every second.
Finally pulling away from him, she said, ā€œThank you, Hook.ā€
Using his finger to lift her chin, he looked into her beautiful jade eyes and requested, ā€œWill you please call me Killian, Love?ā€
She blinked, then gave him a small smile. ā€œOkayā€¦Killian.ā€
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Thank you for reading! The final chapter is probably about half written, so hopefully it won't be as long a wait for it.
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ghastlyaffairs Ā· 7 months ago
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for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of
also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut
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the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)
#hs#homestuck#dirk strider#eye strain#probably? if you think i should tag something else let me know!!#anyway hooray its time for rambling in the tags#so uhhh heres the teƦ i've been sick for like a week and you know how it is when suddenly your throat becomes the main gunk warehouse#and you can't breathe lol. wish i could just pull it out. anywaaayy this is basically a vent piece for me being sick lol#also i could draw remotively the same thing with kris deltarune. oh how easy it is to project having a cold#though i have been also experiencing troubles with feelings recently as well....how fitting for dirk#speaking of the man himself (enough of me) his relationship with his own Heart...is peculiar to say the least#the thing i love about alphakids is that despite being so feral they were. so relatable. i cannot stress this enough how unwell they are an#and how they represented being a teen so well. yeah being 15 years old makes that to you#imagine being an emotional mess and trying to fit the 'norm' and act normal about your friends so youre not offputting#and then you fall in love with you friend and your ai clone falls in love with him too looool noone makes out of this one alive#uhh literally. godtiering stuff and dying remember#and speaking of it. tw for suicidal talk for the rest of tags#do you ever think dirk was suicidal. of course the part of when he teleports his head to jake was totally planned and he knew he would ->#wake up as dreamself but. don't you think the moment he cut his head off was sort of. cathartic. how much did he hate his own guts#beheading himself not only for the plan...but also because he thought he 'deserved' it#also wow he is a Prince and was literally beheaded don't you think its funny hahaa#sigh poor thing#this has ended on a not the very pleasant note hm#also fckkkkkk i didn't draw anything with rose/mary for the lesbian visabilty week#(putting the slash because tumblr search system has a dumb gag with showing you posts that contain the tag inside the other tag.#and i don't want this post to show up for the ros/mary fans because it's not!!!! its rose's father emotional crisis post!!!!)#update YOOOO WHAT THE HELL THE GIF HAS EVEN LESS PIXELS THEN I PLANNED fantastic#this your breakfast now tumblr. enjoy your crunchy flakes of dirks meltdown. mwah
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hauntingblue Ā· 3 days ago
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ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!
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MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!
Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao
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#OH MY GOOOD!!!!!! POWDER AND EKKO!!! AND BENZOOOOOO#ITS LITERALLY WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN OMGG!!!!! POWDER LOOKS SO CUTE šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ IM CRYING ALREADYYYY#VANDER WITH A BUN!! AND EVERYTHING IS SO FULL OF LIGHT!!! HER EYES!!! MYLO LOOKS SO RIDICULOUS AKDJSK THIS GIRLAAA#ā€œwhere would you be without herā€ WELL BUDDY IF YOU KNEW HOW HE IS WITH HER!!! VI IS DEAD????? OR SHE WAS TAKEN FOR THE INCIDENT!!!#LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID JAYCE!!! MY GOD!!! THE GEMS KILLED VI SO THEY JUST COMPLETELY PROHIBITED THEM!!! JAYCE IS IN JAIL PROBABLY!!#the fact we are seeing exactly why jayce should be sorry about what he has done.... and we are seeing him suffer because of it... cinema šŸš¬#also mel fading into viktor.... also has he realised how she manipulated him in the beggining??? there is so much stuff...#jayce eating contaminated animals and his wound being infected with the arcane too..... is that what will push him....#omg.... ekko likes powder so much... he apologised by painting actual adult vi portraits where the fallen are in his universe šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­#ā€œshe looks so badassā€ if you knew... is he gonna ask her to help him make hextech.... that is so sick and twisted....#also jayce hurting his leg loke viktor and having to use a cane and brace.... damn and you know whats worse..... that ekko could be like#this with the jinx of his universe IF ISHA HADNT DIED!!! AND IT IS BEACUSE OF JAYCE!! AGAIN!!!!! THIS MAN!!!!!#the drawing with the anomaly and the two men and the inifite symbol... we get it... jayce and viktor forever intertwined by fate....#powder is sensing something is off.... omg time travel..... THE LIMIT IS FOUR SECONDS AFTER HEIMERDINGER EPXLODED ALDHAKSHSKSJSOJSOSLS#i dont want a time travel ending.... if its done for plot to an extent is okay but idk about solving it all.... it makes it feel worhtless#claggor looks so fine its not even funny..... i cant wait to see what everyone thinks. WHERE IS THE LITTLE LADY bc hes called little man šŸ˜­#and vander with arm tattoos.... why did they hipster fied him.... he looks younger somehow ajdhakj he went from taking care of 4 kids to 3!#SILCO!!!! AND HE DID TRY TO KILL HIM!! ALSJAKSKAK Ekko just laighing at it.... girl i would be pissed STROMAE??? OMG POWDER!!!!#I JUST REALIZED THE PINK IN HER HAIR IS FOR VI!! AND HER JACKET!! AND A DRESS LIKE HER MOTHER'S!! CRYING!!! FULL BODY CHILLS!!!#CAN WE JUST PRETEND LIKE ITS THE FIRST TIME!!! I GAVE UP ON YOU!!! WHAT HAPPENED BACK THEN I NEED TO KNOW!!! IM SOBBING!!! EKKO!!!!#NOOOOOOO THE ANOMALY NOOOOO!!!! HEIMERDINGER NOOOOO!!!! AND THATS JAYCE!!! IS THAT MAGE VIKTOR???? the monkeys......#the vi toy with the out love song machine.... my god i wasnt expecting any of this i need to breathe i am stil tearing up my god#what a fucking punch in the stomach christ i cant breathe right akdhsksso#the credits saying the deries has benefited from a spanish tax rebate in the canary islands??? you're welcome i guess lmao#animation production carried out there and has ben collaboration with the Spanish gov... alright another win for perro sanxe#talking tag#watching arcane#watching arcane season 2#watching this i dont think im ready for caitvi sex.... after reconciliation even like what will be of me.... now im scared#i am still scared bc idk what happened to jinx and vi and cait still... thats what worried me and boom!! ekko powder with the steel chair..
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under-my-pillow Ā· 19 hours ago
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@freewilllife Definitely inclined to that more.
The hairpin part has definitely put readers off for many years - I do not know if Kusanagi will ever revisit it, but I have always thought it was weird.
Yona asks herself the same question in the very first chapter -
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Also, Kusanagi herself has said in an interview that Soo-won is not a two-faced person.
The specifics are indeed unclear - Was it a parting gift? Despite knowing how hurtful it would be he probably wanted to give her one last thing before their bonds are entirely severed.
Or perhaps he had already made up his mind, and the hairpin only held significance to Yona. Was that perhaps why he was surprised that she had still held on to the hairpin?
Or maybe something might have indeed happened between them that night. We see in a flash back/dream like scene where Il tells Soo-won his end will soon come to be in the hands of the reincarnation of the Crimson dragon king.
If it was a dream, why did he have such a dream?
I believe, Soo-won and Il definitely had a conversation. However, we don't know if Kusanagi will ever shed light on the details.
Additionally, context and the overarching story is quite important, because we can never take what any of the characters in the story say at face value. At least with regards to certain important plot points.
We have an example of this in the very first chapter -
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Yona says Il cared for him since he was a child. Soo-won agrees as well, and says he loved Emperor Il too.
But after 200 chapters we know that this is factually incorrect. Il despised the mere sight of Soo-won ever since he was a child, and in fact did not care for him.
Soo-won did love him very much despite Il's behaviour because while he was a highly intelligent, he was still a child. Il was family to him no matter what and he desired Il's love as well. At least until the man went and stabbed his father and pushed him off a bloody cliff.
I dont remember which chapter or side novel or side story, but there is also a part where Soo-won remembers how Il only gave buns to Hak but never to him. (If anyone remembers please let me know.)
Imagine, how short of love he must've been if he still considered Il's half hearted, despising gestures as care.
There's also a side drawing I think of Soo-won being jealous of Hak getting yelled at by Elder Mun-deok. He proceeds to do the same but does not get the same . I wonder what went through his head at that time? At the end he was not real family?
Ever since Su-Won made the decision to make Yona the queen and Yona heard of it from Hak instead of him, I've been quite curious about what they'll say to one another when they finally meet face to face again. I don't know, I feel like that encounter just going to be different from all the others, intense. Because both have acknowledged her as his equal, just not directly to one another yet.
First thereā€™s a political side. Whether Yona wants the throne, whether Su-Won really wants to pass it down. There is also the emotional side.
Yona remained calm (though disgusted) when she commented that Su-Won was selfish, but that was still from a distance. Which is why I can't shake the thought that Yona could be absolutely livid if Su-Won actually manages to enter the chalice (especially if it's with some intention to "save" Yona and "sacrifice" himself like some fear).
If it happens, can we get a scene where she slaps his face? Tells him to snap the fuck out of it? Stop making all these selfish decisions for her? To not put her on a pedestal and be so suicidal all of a sudden? That she's not a damsel in distress who needs saving, that she'll find a way to make the dragon gods to understand? Because such a scene will actually be a good subversion of expectations. Kusanagi has done it before, so this would be a great opportunity.
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I mean Yona's already said it in her mind. "Don't you dare die as you please. Rely on those around you." She even said it to Hyu-ri. She just has to actually say those words to Su-Won himself.
Yona did disappoint me in the recent chapter because she became quite literally a damsel in distress (how else are we supposed to describe her in that scene), but a hypothetical scene like this would make up for it. It would return her agency. And honestly I've been dying to see a scene where Yona just lets all the resentment out instead of constantly suppressing it for the country or because she wants to be the better person. The dragon gods said she was also selfish, so let's see that side show a bit more.
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cerealmonster15 Ā· 5 months ago
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haikaveh... save me haikaveh...
i KNOW it's been talked about to death but. the haikaveh research project. it literally haunts my mind. i cannot get over the implications. alhaitham going through his school life as someone that most people dont even really know about because he keeps to himself and doesn't socialize, with kaveh being the one exception to that, finding his way into his life as his Best Friend, and then leading to alhaithams one and only time he participated in a research topic. his bio says he only ever did ONE joint project!!! one!!! the one with kaveh his best friend and i think also his only friend at the time!!!! and then it ended in not only the project falling apart but also alhaithams only friendship. kavehs best friendship. they were each others closest person. they had no family around - alhaithams parents having died when he was young and his grandmother dying before he joined the akademiya, and kaveh's dad dying when he was young and his mom having moved to fontaine. like even if you dont look at it through a romantic lens it's still undeniable how important they were [and are] to each other..........
i'm getting off track but my point is very specifically for alhaitham, the one time he got close to someone, made a friend, even agreed to join one(1) group project ever, it ended in disaster. it led him into a fight so bad that his one and only friend said he regretted that friendship!!!! it was so bad alhaitham left the project and he and kaveh didnt speak for ages until they just happened to run into each other again at the tavern!!!!! like obviously it has to be incredibly awful for both of them but i just think how this probably had alhaitham in the cynical mindset that friendships and collaborations like that might just never work out for him because the one time he let someone into his life, it blew up on him and he was all alone again. even though alhaitham never seems to care much if people dont like him, that clearly cant still apply to someone he was exceptionally close to. like if he didnt care he woudlnt have been the one to take his name off the project and mutually not speak to kaveh...... kavehs words are the ones that hit the most significantly to alhaitham.......... kaveh is said/implied to have had at least some other friends while at school / people knew who he was, but not so much alhaitham. people didnt know him and the ones that did just knew he didnt socialize/he was not easy to get along with. he only had kaveh and then, for a while, he lost him too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#the number of times i have reread alhaitham character story 4 and kaveh character story 5. like. dont look at me. kfjsdklfh#on one hand im tempted to think alhaitham would have a fully cynical view of friendship#and be like USELESS NEVER AMOUNTS TO ANYTHING but. i kinda dont think he works like that#well i dont think he would think that either way now but#even in times of friendship breaking up w/kaveh like#alhaitham is very FACTS AND LOGIC and i feel like he would still like#idk. understand the objective value of human companionship. whether or not he feels it works for him#HOWEVER. jkdlhfsd he is also the one who in his other lore bits was like 'grandmother the other children are boring at school'#AT AGE SEVEN god he was probably such an unintentionally funny child. i love u alhaitham u are so neurodivergently coded#so idk i feel like he would have a period where hes like okay. i was alone before and clearly that was the right call bc my 1 friend is gon#even if he does well alone i cant even imagine like. kaveh mustve been a huge impact and difference in alhaithams life#humans need SOME level of socialization!! and kaveh was his.... aughhh god they literally also read as having a bad breakup!!!!!#queer coded TO ME!!!!!! friends to rivals/friends to lovers to enemies to it's complicated..................#but again even if u dont think of it in a romantic sense like it's still so much. they were and are so significant to each other.#their bond is so complex and oughghdhgh they make me go bonkers#i do not think of any other 2 genshin characters so intensely as i do them .what have they done to me. what the fuck.#im alone in my stupid little genshin pit endlessly babbling about these motherfuckers!!!!!!!#and i love them. also i like that one scene in i think cynos 2nd character quest where al and kav r in the library or w/e#and kavehs like wtf no way u dont small talk w/coworkers. and alhaithams like no i just happen 2 hear people but i do not engage#hes so real he likes to eavesdrop but he does NOT want to get involved!!!!!!!!!!!!#also that same scene where kaveh goes 'WTF looking thru these will take FOREVER!!!!' alhaitham: 'ill manage'#kaveh: >:( FINE ILL HELP YOU!!!! like ok he did not ask. silly.#and alhaitham teasing him right after all that. 'teach me to pretend u werent listening' '...' '...' '...' '...HEY STOP IGNORING ME' 'see.'#theyre so goofy. kaveh u walked right into that one. ily.#i love when i talk about characters and it's literally just me going 'wow remember when character x said this. remember when he did that.'#i just love repeating scenes and dialogue and lore over and over and over and offering nothing new to say about it JKFLDSHKLFH#sorry i love them SO much and im bad at drawing and bad at fanfic so i just have to ramble in text posts forever#i do have. a fanfic outlined for them. i am just scared to write it#nothing crazy deep or whatever but yknow. im in a bit of a Funk Right Now dont worry about it#i need a constant stream of alhaitham and kaveh content constantly injected directly into my brain.
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spaghett-onaplate Ā· 4 months ago
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teehee i now have a very very wonderful photo
#me leaning and slightly sleeping on the guy i like#šŸ¤­šŸ¤­#for those who follow my lore closely (so i think only milo) this isn't the cute guy in history whom i have never spoken to#this is the now pretty close friend in my school friendgroup who i had a big crush on for a few months#i became less obsessed with him but that was definitely a good thing i think crushes get unhealthy when they're too strong#and i still think he's cute obviously i mean i liked him for looks alone the first couple weeks#anyway today at this party i was sitting next to him and ended up sleeping next to him three times in succession#i mean kind of sleeping looking back i probably did doze off at points but it was kindaaa fake sleep#first time i edged toward his shoulder but didn't fully have my head resting against it#then i ducked my head up and said i wasn't asleep just resting and we laughed a little#i think he said he wanted to draw on my face avjddhbd#anyway second time my head inched toward his shoulder and was fully on there teehee#then when i ducked my head back up he was like awwe its okay and kinda tucked my head back against his shoulder#i was GEEKING bro šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ i opened my eyes those three times when people questioned my sleepiness bc i could not keep a straight face#i was fighting to contain a grin the whole time#uuughh and he was saying how he didn't want to move and was getting people to pass him things abdjbdhd#he could have kicked me off but he didn't!! that's so cute#i was hoping someone would get a photo and a couple people did and they're so cute#gawwddd idk if now is the right time for anything but i really like him i enjoy his presence immensely#he's so nice he's not absolutely perfect of course but he's such a sweet guy#im thinking of that one tumblr relationship advice post about how the ancients didn't stumble across fully built temples#they found a flat place with good grass and water nearby they found a good place to build and then built#if there's any chance of things happening between us iiii think it's a good place to build#literally my only personal downsides for him are such minor things that could definitely change with age and maturing#it's just a lack of motivation or passion toward things and sometimes a bit of a lack of consideration#but i know im guilty of that too and he really is so nice he never acts maliciously#never at all augh he's so sweet
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dazzelmethat Ā· 8 months ago
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I kinda like but dislike that Rumiko and Sunrise (and fans) have never even mentioned that miko (priestesses) are virgins. And that their shinto ability to tend holy places comes from being unmarried virgins. In modern day I guess it is not really required but I kind of wish more people analyzed Kikyo, the dark priestess, Kaede and Kagome in that light.
Personally I think that due to the era Kagome would not be allowed to remain a miko after getting married and having a child. She would still be one of course due to her spiritual ability, but I think she would no longer be allowed to remain in that societal role.
Kagome is so spunky though that I see her rebelling against it. I think Kagome's strength in being outspoken is another great contrast between her and Kikyo. While Kikyo was confined by society and was only freed from expectation when she became an impure monster. Kagome was outspoken and loud to where she didn't have much of a societal role and yet remained 'spiritually pure.'
There is a huge theme of 'societal expectation' in Kagome, Inuyasha, and Kikyo that I think being a miko is a part of.
Personally I'm torn on Kagome loudly choosing to get married and have a child VS remaining a Miko and Kagome choosing to attempt to do both.
More thematic headcannons in the tag below..
#i think due to translation issues miroku is a monk but not a priest#inuyasha#kagome#kikyo#Here I am analyzing way too much into a series that probably didn't think that much about this all#And yet.. I feel like there is meaning between Sota saying Kagome got married and Rumiko never drawing them kissing#i think cannonly kikyo and kagome are not the same person.. but i think kikyo would view that they are.. maybe#the strides against misogyny in shinto japan is very interesting to look at because it is so different from western misogyny#i saw that post going around talking about periods in the feudal era and im like.. bro women were ostracized in a hut outside the village#i didn't comment on the post but i did think about and analyze it#on how the dirtyness of being a woman is the same as the dirty blood of a hanyo or the dirty blood of the burakumin class#personally i think inu's class is similar to half japanese (the original hanyo written in gegege kitaro was confirmed to be based off of it#and rumiko could not have taken the coined term 'hanyo' without being aware of the influence#but i also don't think rumiko was thinking that much about the relation between the two#personally if it were me though i'd theme inu on the spiritual dirtiness of his blood rather than him being a half race#((((((related but i also headcannoned inuyasha as a bastard . a literal one#((and i also headcannon that hte name 'inuyasha' was not his birth name. it was a name given to him by the villiagers he stole from--#-- as a child/teen and he decided to reclaim the insult because he was what means 'dog monster' much more than the name his mom gave him))#i think it's strongly implied even that Inuyasha is a bastard.. i never see anyone analyze that.#to analyze that even if inuyasha was born a human he would still be hated for existing :''''DDD#my posts that i made
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nobodyyourandomlysaw Ā· 11 months ago
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I love the batter from OFF the game. Just the easiest guy to draw randomly.
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oneroomjestershow Ā· 20 days ago
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Genuine question, how was Eli born?
They were born human! in a hospital and they are legally registered in the system, nobody found anything weird on them either, really healthy. They were born from a human mother and non carbon based lifeform/ colonial organism /invisible being with human-like conscious dad.
They just went through a transformation in their childhood to make every cell manipulable, it was inevitable, like if they had an silentĀ  bomb inside that was waiting to go off
After their transformation they lost their memories, and is kind of the reason why they sometimes have trouble recalling memories (cell restoration through the year, loss of some)
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U can have some little Eli sketches featuring little Leon too, he was there to support Eli when nobody else was (actually the second person to approach, but Eli wasnā€™t totally conscious at that time, so lamentably it doesnā€™t count.)
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lanternlightss Ā· 3 months ago
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The King (isat) and Decarabian (genshin impact) being friends. The king and deca being friends. the. the them. do you see my vision
They need to work together to create a deranged plan where they trap everyone within a certain radius to ā€œprotectā€ them. They need to be absolutely unhinged with ā€œI want to help you. I promise I am doing whatā€™s bestā€ <- lying (firmly believes they are telling the truth) (that is not the truth)
dictator buddies. the theory that decaā€™s tower resembles an observatory. Blinding explosions. their enemies being scrunkly little nonbinaries with daggers, cloaks and bloodlust. Soooo normal about those two. <- needs to draw them together but doesnā€™t know what design to use for decarabian šŸ˜”
i see it. im seeing it. i am reaching out and shaking the table I SEE IT AND !!!!!!!!!!!!!
god if they teamed up with the strategies they already have, everyone would be so screwed over. you canā€™t get out, not without the high chance of being frozen in time. you canā€™t get in, unless youā€™re able to manipulate the winds to not tear you apart. youā€™re stuck. youā€™re stuck and thereā€™s little you can do about it. pray and hope someone comes and helps you. (in the same vein, if the old mond crew and the isat crew teamed up ??? holy SHIT it would be a sight to see. like amos and odile and bonnie in the background, covering everyoneā€™s back ? rhw, gunnhildr, isabeau and mirabelle making sure no one gets through ? bard and siffrin at the forefront ??? double trouble. double trouble WITH the buffs and if wispti is able to buff everyone as well. like godbless šŸ™)
though i wonder if decarabian would convince the king to only freeze certain people in time, not everything. we need the people to be able to do whatā€¦ they need to do, on a day to day basis, right. eating is one of those. they should get to eat. okay? these guys over here however, who are threatening our waysā€”
it would be so fun to see them together too especially if decarabian is. within human height? like 6-7 feet tall, compared to the kingā€™s. up to the ceiling height. does the king crouch even further down to talk to decarabian. does deca not care.
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veevadoovee Ā· 2 years ago
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Do not speak of the Burned Man
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arolesbianism Ā· 3 months ago
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I may be failing my plan to not make any isat aus. So there's this guy her name is Euphrasie right. What if I took her and combined what could be 3 separate au concepts into one. And in the process forced myself to go back and reread a bunch of shit to make sure I know how to maximally fuck over this sad wet puppy of a woman
#rat rambles#did I ever actually make a proper isat talking tag? I don't remember but erm#stars posting#anyways dont count on me committing to this au too hard since Im mostly eternal gales brained rn but I am rotating ideas in my head#shes always interested me deeply as what am I if not a sucker for women who are mostly silhouettes of a character#I was mostly just thinking abt other ppls aus where she is also looping and was thinking abt how fucked it be for her in general but also#how much more fucked it would be for her if it was Only her looping#because as far as she would know theres straight up nothing that can be done to fix this and shed be stuck in a hell of what shed be sure#is her own creation#and then I thought to myself. what if she then accidentally did a loop while trying to fix it#and then my brain also said but what if loop was also there#so I did some mental gymnastics to ignore the possible problems and decided to take an extra spin on it and just sorta add her to the main#party by having her have basically wished to be able to help them defeat the king to make things right and her getting dropped earlier#on in the adventure so I can fuck around with potential character dymamics more (cough cough siffrin)#and for the actual loops I think it'd be funny if she could remember just like loop but was fully convinced that she was looping alone#so itd be siffrin and her acting at eachother trying to hide their seperate breakdowns while meamwhile loop is just staring at her with a#whole heap of mixed emotions but mostly the confusion of who the fuck is this guy???????#and sif is just like yeah thats secret. shes a powerful craft user who's craft experiments backfired and fucked up her body. duh.#and loop just Knows that thats not true but they have no real way to bring it up properly without drawing too much suspicious#oh yeah and Im calling her secret for now. in my minds eye shes like constantly putting on different fronts in hopes that one of them will#stick but shes been able to get away with it by playing up her belief in change to a cartoonish degree#shes really trying to be strong and not raise suspicion since she does want mirabelle to be able to learn and grow from this just the same#as her own mirabelle before and just wants to be able to fix the broken wish by being there to defeat the king herself#which she had already convinced herself was the reason the wish broke since she was the one stuck remembering#I should reword it to that probably because saying shes the one looping isnt Wrong but asside from sif not remembering it still entirely#revolved around him she was just the one forced to deal with it without any real way of learning how to fix it#and while she never figured out the entirety of the sif stuff it was always him taking to her that reset the loop#so she has. complicated feelings on him. she doesn't want to be avoidant or distant or to dislike him! and as time goes on she does grow to#like him a lot! but its just. hard to look him in the eye sometimes.#and then theres the horrors of the actual main game starting and the slow but horrifying realization of how badly she fucked up
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asurrogateblog Ā· 1 year ago
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roger waters already had his Reputation era so when is taylor swift finally going to crack and have her In the Flesh era
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