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l-r-christian · 3 years ago

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Title: 'Tied to one' part four

Summary: The siblings had learned that a witch had rewrote their soul strings mean while Mikael had went after Freya and Y/N as Hayley's misdeeds are undone. Would the siblings forgive her? Or lose Elijah forever?

Warnings: Angst like a lot of it, Angry Mikaelsons. Loss of a unborn child, Violence, Y/N being a badass

A/N: I noted that I kinda made this part every long too. So it makes me wonder do guys like it when I do long parts when doing series? Let me know ☺

Elijah and Klaus kept Hayley close as they walked though the Ninth ward and they couldn't help but notice it was quite. Then they heard screaming and smelled burning of wood and they went to see what was happening with the witches as they hadn't done a trial in so long.

"They are doing a witch trial." Rebekah whispered as they watched witches dragging out another witch that crying and Hayley knew who the witch as she was the one that did the spell that rewrote the soul string.

"Please, don't do this! Please, I beg of the Ancestors! I don't want to die!" The witch shouted as they tied the sobbing witch to a stake. And Elijah held Hayley back from rushing forward to try and save the witch.

"Hayley, we not stop this. Davina is Regent and we agreed to not enter witches affairs."

"Regent, her rights?"

"Annilse for rewriting soul strings and going against the Ancestors. Your punishment is death as you have brought danger to all Nine covens. Your last words?" Davina asked holding up a torch of fire as the witch swallowed her sobs and decided if she was going down she was taking Hayley with her.

"Yes, my Regent. Hayley Marshall, Queen and Alpha of Crescent wolf pack had me do the spell for her own personal gain! The Original soulmate is a witch!" The witch cried out shocking the witches and they whispered among themselves as Elijah let Hayley go. A heartbreak settled over the siblings as Hayley looked at them teary eyed the sound of a burning witch echoed out and the thought of this witch dying because of Hayley hit the siblings with guilt at slowly crawled up their backs.

"She is lying."

"Hayley, we have lived long enough to know that one on their death bed has no reason to lie. Once we find our mother you will explain yourself." Elijah said rather coldly walking pass the female hybrid as the others glared at her following Elijah.

At the Abattoir Freya was helping Y/N with spell to find out what was wrong with her soul strings as both were getting along. Freya found the young witch adorable believe she was a good fit for Finn as they bonded over her possible niece or nephew that Y/N carried.

"It seems my soul string to Finn is pure but it is also saying the other four."

"Impossible, Hayley is their soulmate." Freya said frowning looking over Y/N's shoulder looking at the paper seeing the names of her siblings written our elegantly.

"I knew something was wrong but this magic is to much for me to reverse." Y/N said as Freya smiled taking her hand.

"Don't worry I'll fix it for you, dear Y/N."

"NIKLAUS! Come out a face, you mistake of a man!" Y/N and Freya heard Mikael yell as the witches looked at one another before headed out to the catwalk seeing the vampire standing there. Mikael looked up seeing the witches smirking at them which made Y/N shiver at his dark look.

"Ah my traitorous daughter and the tainted soulmate. Niklaus left you both unprotected."

"I am not a traitor for protecting my siblings from you father. I don't need Nik to protect us." Freya said glaring at her father as Y/N swallowed watching Freya use her magic against Mikael. It was a bloody fight with Freya drawing the most blood from Mikael as Y/N watched Freya fall feeling drained.

"Y/N run!" Freya shouted as the witch didn't need to be told twice and took off running with Mikael close behind. Y/N yelped feeling Mikael grab her by the neck and the witch stabbed his side fighting back as much as she could.

"So the abomination is having another child? How much would it kill him to lose you both?" Mikael said having pinned Y/N to the floor as her heart raced unable to speak as the vampire had his hand around her thoat. Panic and fear filled Y/N feeling Mikael's hand on her abdomen making her struggle to get free when pain shot though her as she let out a pain fill scream and Freya trying to make her way to them both.

"Shame to lose something so lovely."

"Shame....you'll....be enslaved.....monster." Y/N coughed up blood and before Mikael could kill her. The witch smashed a small bottle against the vampire's head and said a quick spell under her breath as Mikael fell over unconscious then rolled over whimpering curling into herself trying to stop the bleeding.

"I can't believe you!" Rebekah growled angrily as they entered the Abattoir unable to find Esther and Hayley was about to apologize again but Elijah stopped her seeing Freya up on the catwalk hurt. The scent of blood hit their noses as Elijah bit into his wrist to heal Freya.

"Y/N......father.....witch room." Freya rasped out before letting Elijah heal her while both Finn and Klaus rushed to the room seeing the two. Mikael was still unconscious as Y/N was curled in a ball crying and Finn went went to his soulmate while Klaus went to Mikael.

"Darling, shhhhh I'm here here now."

"I'm sorry.....I tried." Y/N whimpered burying her face in Finn's neck as both him and Klaus couldn't hear the second heartbeat and realized what she meant.

"Get her clean up brother. I'll take care of this."

A moments later with everyone cleaned up and Freya explained what happened and what she heard. Y/N had her abdomen wrapped with bandage and dressed in one of Finn's shirts as she walked into the den and the rest of Mikaelson was taken back seeing her with a fire in her gorgeous eyes when she walked in.

Mikael stood growling angry at the witch that got of him and surprised to see his second oldest following behind her then moved to attacked the witch to try to use her to get out before anyone could stop him.

"Kneel!" Y/N commanded glaring at the vampire as right away Mikael fell onto one knee shocking the others. Y/N stood in front of Mikael with fiery eyes as to the siblings it was the look of a Queen and to Klaus this was the woman he could see hisself waging a war for.....his true Queen.

"What have you done, witch?"

"My grandmother's old command spell. It only works on vampires and as long as I have this mark," Y/N raised her hand showing what looked like a tattoo of a chain attached to a moon as the same mark was on Mikael's hand, "you cannot hurt me and follow every order I give."

"My my spoken like a true Queen there, love." Klaus says smirking walking behind her placing his hands on her shoulders leaning close to her ear looking at Mikael with a glint in his blue eyes. Klaus was enjoying this a little too much as the others stood by watching.

"Now what does the Queen wish to do?"

"Tell him the truth about the baby." Y/N's words made Klaus smirk darkly looking at Mikael before letting Finn help her sit down and now Mikael was confused as Finn fuzzed over the small witch.

"Well dear father, the baby belonged to Finn here. As it appears that real soulmates are able to have children with vampires." Klaus said still smirking as Mikael look at an angry Finn with a apologetic look on his face as Elijah stepped behind their father snapping his neck letting the body fall.

"He'll come in handy to find mother. Now Hayley what poor dear Annilse said before her death." Klaus said looking at the female hybrid as Freya and Y/N looked confused.

"What is going on?"

"Hayley here had a witch rewrite our soul strings because she wanted Elijah." Kol said as the witches looked at Hayley who looked away ashamed and Y/N stood up teary eyed.

"You took everything from me just so you could have something that wasn't yours?"

"I loved Elijah away before you did! I deserved him no......" Hayley was cut off by Y/N slapping her shocking everyone. Hot tears fell freely down Y/N's face as she glared at Hayley who was holding her cheek. The soul strings that connected the witch to the siblings sparked with color was stronger this time but died out.

"I lost my baby! Finn lost a chance to be a father all because of you! You took everything away from them all because you weren't happy! And I hope you fucking burn." Y/N said leaving the den with Finn following after to comfort her.

"You got an innocent witch killed and my brother lost his child because you loved Elijah? How dare you, Hayley." Freya said walking out to check on Y/N leaving the female hybrid with the other four Mikaelsons. Elijah couldn't look at Hayley as his heart ached and blamed hisself for it all even though it really wasn't his fault and Rebekah covered her mouth as her own tears wetting her cheeks as Kol sat next to her comforting her.

"I'm sorry, if I know this would hap...."

"You wouldn't have done it? If you truly loved Elijah, you would have let him happy like he had done when you married Jackson." Klaus said watching Elijah leave then followed after because he knew guilt was eating away at his brother. Both Rebekah and Kol left also leaving Hayley alone as Mikael wike having heard everything.

"I may be a monster but I wouldn't have never hurt any of my children the way you have hurt Elijah."

Elijah stood in the doorway seeing Y/N laying in bed and swallowing his fear the Original walked inside and sat on the edge of the bed his back to her. Elijah was unable to look at her as his guilt ate away at him. The vampire jumped feeling the witch grab his hand and looked seeing that she laced their fingers together.

"Please don't blame yourself."

"I'm sorry.... I can't help it. I keep wondering if I had just kept my distance from her....to wait for you. Maybe you wouldn't be hurting." Elijah said voice cracking from unshed tears as Y/N rolled onto her back shifting to hold Elijah feeling tears hit her shoulder making her heart break hearing Elijah cry silently into her neck.

"Shhh Eli, I don't blame you." Y/N whispered rubbing his back seeing Finn standing in the doorway and watched him walk in. Finn placed a hand on his brother's back as he sat on the bed while Finn was taken back to when they were children how Elijah looked up to his big brother being comforted by the older Mikaelson when Mikael got to rough with the boy. Both Y/N and Finn calmed Elijah easing his blame away while Freya sat with Davina to undo the spell Hayley had done.

"I can't believe Hayley would do such a thing." Rebekah said huddled in Kol's arms as he was comforting his baby sister still angry that Hayley would do such a thing more so the price of the spell cost an innocent witch's life and Finn's unborn child all because the woman loved Elijah.

"The guilt Elijah will be carrying will crush him." Kol said softly feeling the bed dip with Klaus's weight as their older brother lay a comforting arm over the both.

"Both Finn and Y/N are easing his guilt away."

Morning sunlight shined into the bedroom waking Elijah feeling a body on him making him freeze then relaxed catching Y/N's scent as realized that Hayley wasn't in the bed. Y/N woke yawned and Finn woke also leaning over kissing the witch's head then ruffled Elijah's hair making the noble vampire smile at the familiarly.

"Morning boys." Y/N muttered sitting up with Elijah's help and she frowned feeling the knots in her hair realizing she hadn't wrapped her hair.

"Shower darling, Elijah will help you with your hair." Finn says helping her out of help bed as the sound of everyone moving around reached them. Elijah felt a twinge of familiarly as he did Y/N's hiar helping her put it up into two buns then Elijah helped her get dressed seeing her flinching due to her wound.

"Elijah." Hayley croaked out as the vampire paused seeing the hybrid in Y/N's doorway, Hayley looked a bit like a mess her eyes red and puffy from crying. Elijah looked away from Hayley, his heart squeezing in pain but felt Y/N rub his hand with her thumb.

"I'm going to see Freya and Davina." Y/N said softly leaving the room glaring at Hayley as she passed the hybrid. Hayley moved towards Elijah only for the Original to step back from her and pain flashed in Hayley's eyes looking up at Elijah.

"Elijah....I'm sorry....I didn't....."

"You didn't think this would happen? Hayley, you know more than anyone that all magic comes with a price " Elijah tells Hayley looking at her and Hayley saw the heart break on Elijah's face.

"I....just didn't think this was the price....Elijah, I just wanted you back."

"I'm sorry Hayley....I can't." Elijah says walking pass her not even looking at the woman as fresh tears fell down her face.

"So how do we undo the spell? Also why didn't affect Finn's soul string with Y/N?" Kol asked as everyone was in the room while the three witches stood by a bowl.

"Finn was dead when you met her so the spell couldn't undo their soul string as for undoing the spell. We need your blood then Y/N here to say the spell to unwritten it." Davina explained as everyone did as told then watched the ash gray strings burst with color. The siblings looked at Y/N as everything came back to them.

Rebekah was the first to move hugging Y/N who hugged back as Kol came up behind her hugging them both. Kol buried his face in her neck taking in the witch's scent. Once everyone settled down, they focus on looking for Esther. Mikael had his arms crossed watching his children working out what to do more so how Klaus wanted to make sure that the girls wouldn't get hurt.

"Can I help?" Hayley asked getting the sibling's attention before Klaus allowed her to join as Elijah was cold to her while talking about how to stop Esther. Hayley watched from outside of the gate as the siblings made sure that Y/N and Freya was going to be safe.

"I will be with them. I'll watch over them." Mikael said as the siblings looked at him then left with Hayley. In the den Y/N was writing out a spell in her grimoire as Mikael stood by as Freya stopped watching him.

"I wanted to apologize even though there is no way to undo what I have don. But I was told by Esther that you were the bast....Niklaus's soulmate but I am slowly learning that my anger is driving my children away." Mikael tells Y/N as she looked up at the older vampire seeing he was sincere.

"Thank you, Mikael." Y/N said softly as the vampire sat next to her and Freya smiled walking in with tea and the three enjoyed the quiet. There was a crash and Y/N didn't have to use her command seal as Mikael was quick to protect the witches. It was undead hybrids that Klaus had killed back in Mystic Falls as Y/N and Freya set up spells to help Mikael. When the siblings came home to see Mikael dragging dead bodies as Y/N and Freya was burning the bodies.

"What happen?!"

"Our mother sent your dead hybrids to kill us well more like father."

"You survived Mikael." Esther said glaring at her husband as Mikael glared back as the siblings saw how their father hid Y/N behind him.

"And you almost killed my children's soulmate."

"Since when did you care for the little wench?" Esther said glaring at Y/N believing the little witch stole Finn from her. Mikael growled ready to kill the Original witch when she suddenly fell and Klaus stood smirking.

"Enough of that. Shall we get mother's coffin Elijah?"

"We shall Niklaus." Elijah said smirking seeing the dagger in Esther's back. After placing Esther in a coffin and Freya placed many spells on it so it could never open they placed the coffin behind a brick wall and sealed it up.

"Shall we have a ball? I believe we deserve to celebrate." Klaus said smirking as his siblings chuckled agreeing with him before setting in the den feeling oddly comfortable around Mikael as they planned a ball.

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ororowrites · 4 years ago

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Scripted - Yahya x Black OC

Sweet Thang- Chapter 3

One-shot: By the Open Fire

Chapters: 1 2

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2,003

Two months later

Candace finished her last night at Dynasty and vowed to never return. She had collected enough money to support the remaining tuition payments, graduation fees and the application fee for Yale’s School of Drama. March had snuck upon her and her application was due in a month for the 2012-2013 school term. The process was daunting because this was the only M.F.A program she planned to apply to and she prayed this wasn’t a mistake. Yale was her dream school and though she was the type to have a plan B, C and Z, she was gambling on her resume and audition tapes.

Yahya had already made one visit to Los Angeles, since he met Candace at Dynasty. He was collecting unemployment and attending acting classes to get more experience to add to his resume. They had talked about his plan moving forward and Yahya was enjoying acting so much, he planned to apply to Yale as well. Candace had convinced him to live a little and follow his heart and talent. Even if his application was denied, he would have the experience and could apply to another program. During their acting class, Candace was surprised by Yahya’s natural talent in theatre. He deeply connected with the scripts and scenarios and she was in awe of how he could change his entire persona to fit the character. Candace wouldn’t admit it, but her attraction to Yahya was growing. Not only was he physically attractive, but his sensitivity and thoughtfulness made him appealing. He was also attracted to Candace and took his time getting to know her, while also respecting her space after her breakup.

Another acting coach was in town and Yahya made the trip to LA to attend a session with Candace. It had been two weeks since his last visit and he was eager to get into another class and spend time with his friend. They decided to meet at Candace’s apartment and ride to their class together.

“Do you think this man will make us cry on cue or what,” Candace joked, flipping on her turn signal to take the exit off the expressway.

“It’s called the Degree of Emotion, I’m sure we’re crying in this class,” Yahya chuckled, scrolling through his email for job postings. Right now, he was living off of unemployment and his savings, he would need a job sooner rather than later.

“I can’t cry on cue. It takes a bit of coaching to get me there. Hopefully this class can give me some pointers,” Candace revealed.

Dr. Ben Mayer, renowned acting coach to many in the industry and professor at Julliard, was standing in the middle of the stage when the students arrived. As they walked into the class, he recited an excerpt from the Odyssey. His heavy voice carried throughout the theatre, capturing everyone’s attention before they reached their seats. Yahya grabbed Candace’s hand, helping her down the dark theatre stairs and to the front row.

“Welcome to the Degree of Emotion. I’m Dr. Ben Mayer, your instructor for today. Please use the first two rows. Don’t be shy, I don’t bite,” the instructor ordered, pointing to the empty seats in front of the stage. “Today, I’ll be working with you on how to convey emotion with your voice, body language and expressions. Many that come into this field think showing emotion is only about crying or showing sadness onscreen or onstage. Emotion is more than that though. Anyone can be trained to cry on cue but what about that makes you feel like the character you’re portraying. Are you stepping into your character’s shoes or simply putting on a hat? Stepping into the shoes is more powerful and more fulfilling than putting on a hat. You walk in shoes and feel them out. So, I’m going to teach you how to do that.”

For the second half of the class, the group split up into groups of two and practiced different scripts. Dr. Mayer watched each group and offered criticism and advice. Candace was in Yahya’s group and they were supposed to be performing a piece about a couple who hit a rough patch. She felt good about this particular script because of her recent breakup but to her surprise, her performance fell flat for Dr. Mayer. He told her she was wearing a hat instead of stepping into Charlotte’s shoes and she had a lot to work on when it came to emotional acting.

That criticism stuck with Candace and ate at her for the remainder of the class. The second half of the course was in three weeks, where they would perform their scenes in front of their peers.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Yahya proposed as they walked to a near-by coffee shop.

“I can handle criticism. It’s being told I don’t convey emotion that bugs me. No instructor has ever said that and here I am trying to get into Yale not conveying enough fuckin’ emotion,” Candace spat between her teeth. Being a perfectionist ended up being her downfall in many things. She believed in being perfect at her crafts, which is how she ended up in extra acting classes outside of her regular theatre courses. “Are my emotions not believable, Yah?”

“That’s coming from one instructor. We all have different ways of approaching this acting thing. But if you want to work on it, I’m here for a couple of more days. We can practice. No biggie.”

“I don’t know why I’m this bothered about this shit. But I’m going to give his ass emotion next time,” she promised, tossing her curls behind her ear.

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Trinity was out studying with some friends, leaving the apartment free for acting practice and a late brunch. Yahya was on fruit duty, while Candace made waffles and turkey bacon.

“What do you think is holding you back,” Yahya questioned, glancing over at his acting partner who was concentrating on whisking the lumps out of her pancake mix.

“Fear of failure. I think too much when it comes to certain scenes and end up closing myself off,” she replied after a few long seconds of silence. “That’s my only explanation. After all that stuff with Maxwell, it got worse, I guess.”

“I did this class in San Fran and the instructor had us doing meditation before we got to the acting. Maybe you can try that when you have those hard scenes. It helped me because I get too into my own head at times, too,” he offered, wiping his hands on a towel. “For now.... I need you to relax.”

Once Candace felt Yahya’s strong hands on her shoulders, she could have melted into a puddle in the middle of the kitchen floor. He massaged the tense muscles and rested his chin on top of her head. She hummed in relief, leaning back into his big body.

“Instead of thinking about how you can hide Dr. Mayer’s body, think about how you can prove him wrong. Put all that anger into Charlotte because she needs you in order to come alive.”

“Okay,” Candace sighed.

“Let’s try meditation first,” he suggested, leading Candace to the living room. “Try to get you nice and relaxed before we start.”

They meditated for ten minutes before returning to the kitchen to clear up counter space.

“Ready?” Yahya nodded towards his scene partner and earned a nervous nod in response.

Charlotte and Tyreik - TAKE ONE

“You’ve changed, Ty. Changed in ways you may not realize but I see it. Hell, I feel it too. When we supposedly make love and you aren’t present...you fill me up but you feel empty,” Candace spoke, shifting her weight from hip to hip. Playing Charlotte made her nervous for some reason. Maybe it was her own fear of opening up to another man after having her heart stomped to pieces by Maxwell. Like Charlotte, she no longer wanted to be a doormat to anyone, especially the opposite sex.

“You sure you even know how to feel anymore,” Yahya replied, pretending to cut invisible vegetables on the cutting board.

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t stand here and tell me you feel a thing, Char. I’ve been trying to talk to you about our relationship for months. But you’re always busy or too tired. So yeah....I’ve changed.”

The conversation was similar to one she had with Maxwell, except the roles were reversed. Like Yahya suggested, she dug deeper to find that spark that would turn on the switch.

“Because you talk at me. Yelling isn’t talking and it won’t get my attention,” she shot back, narrowing her eyes. “And the only reason you’re even talking is because you feel guilty.”

Yahya slammed his hands against the the cold, marble countertop, causing Candace to flinch. “Are we still stuck on that shit? I apologized, you accepted, it’s done. Stop bringing up old shit to hide your own insecurities.”

“We.... then why are we pretending this is what we both want? If we’re this unhappy, why are we doing this,” she mumbled, her eyes falling down to her feet.

“I don’t know. Maybe because we’re both afraid to let go of what’s familiar to us. I’m your first love and you’re my first long time relationship. Hard to let go of something you worked hard to keep going all these years.”

Dig deep, Candace. Thinking back to how she felt about Maxwell and his unborn child, Candace’s eyes began to water. “I want this to work, Ty. I really do,” she sniffed. Yahya’s eyes met hers and he tried to stay in character but he couldn’t hide how proud he was the moment he saw his advice working for Candace.

“I do too. But you have to let go of shit if you claim you forgive me,” Yahya moved in closer, letting Candace know they were close to the kissing scene.

“I’ll try,” she offered, her big, brown orbs searching his looking for a hint of Yahya. He rarely broke character, but there was an extra gleam in his eyes. This was the first time they had done anything outside of hugging. Yahya was respecting Candace’s space and allowing her to heal after her recent breakup.

Her heart beat violently against her chest when Yahya’s cologne flooded her senses. His lips became Candace’s main focus as he closed the space between them and placed his mouth on hers. The kiss was brazen, making Candace’s knees weak. Yahya placed his hands on the counter, caging in Candace’s small frame. His 6′3 frame towered over her, forcing him to duck his head down to deepen the kiss when her tongue slid past his. Since that night at the club, he had been waiting to kiss Candace’s lips. Just as he thought, they were as soft as pillows and the urge to take things to the next level invaded his thoughts.

Heat rose to Candace’s cheeks before spreading down to her belly, meeting the butterflies that were already dancing. Their scripts were long forgotten and they were well past the point of blaming their actions on their characters. Candace’s fingers toyed with the hem of Yahya’s shirt. They were both breathless when they pulled a part and Candace didn’t give Yahya time to catch his thoughts before her lips were back on his, fighting for dominance. Yahya’s shirt ended up on the kitchen floor, exposing his sculpted but slender mid-section. It was dangerous, yet neither one of them stopped it. The sexual tension had been strong from the moment they met and given the current circumstances, it was boiling over. From the slight touches and long gazes, hormones were bound to get them in this predicament. Yahya’s lips left hers and traveled to her neck, where they stayed, creating love bites.

“Do you want me to stop,” he questioned, his baritone causing a vibration between their bodies. The thumping between her ears and thumping between her legs had Candace’s mind swimming in circles.

Sorry for the wait and short chapter. We will get A LOT more Yahya and Candace in the next one though!

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years ago

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August 21: 3x04 And the Children Shall Lead

Okay, I’m finally going to write up my thoughts on And the Children Shall Lead. I think I’m (mostly) over all of my excessively-strong emotions about this ep lol. Maybe going through my notes will bring them back. Or maybe not. I’ve felt very tired and uninterested in everything today so it’s hard to tell. So far the process is not going well: tumblr ate my first attempt at a post, like literally I wrote a few lines, clicked to a new tab, and when I clicked back the post was empty so thanks for that, and I keep on just generally not being interested in the task. So, we’ll see.

The tl;dr is that I don’t see why this ep is considered one of the worst. I actually really liked it!

Single-color jumpsuits: the fashion of the future.

Another old Kirk friend! (This isn’t even important lol; it never comes up again or matters that Kirk knew this guy, but we must always be reminded that he is the best networker in Starfleet.)

“He’s dead, Captain.” Not “he’s dead, Jim”?? Sounds wrong.

“The enemy within.” I thought that was a S1 ep?

Ah, another bunch of creepy kids. In pajamas this time, apparently.

Kirk is not having fun being the center of their creepy little rhyme.

RIP to McCoy but my diagnosis is “alien shenanigans.”

“I’m sorry, Captain Kirk.” Such a polite little alien.

McCoy corralling the kids

This sounds a lot like Miri, except purposeful—something targeted all the adults but left the kids, just like the virus in Miri affected all the adults, but not the kids.

…A disturbance in the cave!

Lol at Kirk’s anxiety face. I feel you, man.

Spock’s never experienced anxiety? My first thought is ‘sounds fake’ but actually… maybe he really hasn’t.

“There has to be an explanation.” This is the MOST Jim line.

I like these kids. They’re actually pretty cute. Also love Kirk trying to relate to the kids.

Where are they? Is this Sulu’s greenhouse lol? I love it. They should have used this set more.

“That place is for adults.” Gotta say, I wrote this down but now have no recollection what it actually refers to. The bridge? I think it’s the bridge.

Are they performing witchcraft? Intriguing.

“Friendly angel”—nothing creepy about that at all.

Got a little alien cult going on here. Every time I feel anxiety from now on I’m going to assume it’s an alien cultist nearby.

“We’ll pursue this in my quarters.” Wink wink.

Can’t fool Uhura.

Never mind. Yes you can.

For someone who wanted the kids guarded all the time, Kirk sure was ok with them just traipsing around the bridge. I mean the guards are at the door but like…they’re only at the door.

Never really thought about how there’s apparently an…engineering component... to flying the ship? I don’t know, I don’t really get it but it’s cool.

"Evil does seek to maintain power by suppressing the truth." Damn. Great line.

BAND OF MARAUDES. That’s a cool backstory for the dead alien society. Basically, they’re ghosts. Greedy ghosts. Alien ghost pirates.

Great triumvirate scene. McCoy want to protect the kids and Kirk’s like “…but the ship, though?” Which is fair!!

What does the ghost want? Um, a ship to maraud in, were you not listening to Spock’s exposition of the back story?

No don’t beam anyone down!!

Love any time Spock pushes someone else out of the way so he can man the transporter. He’s somehow the second-best expert on it on the entire ship.

Eeek, low-key gruesome death there. Look, I know that this is one of the scenes that haters love to point out as a reason to despise the episode but I personally don’t think deeply enough into the transporter situation to wonder how much information they have or assume before they beam people anywhere. Also…weird alien stuff is happening, guys. Just attribute it to that. Also also, if you’re gonna nitpick like that, be prepared to hate all of TOS.

THE KIDS STOLE THE CAR.

“Sulu, what did you to do my ship?”

Uhura’s watching this little witchcraft scene from the background like ‘aw, so cute.’

“Call upon their beasts.” Metal.

“Go to your stations.” This little kid is a future Captain in the making.

SPACE KNIVES

Kirk's like "Oh no, my crew is deserting me, I'm gonna have to fly the whole ship by myself AGAIN.”

“Captain, why are we bothering Starfleet?” Et tu, Spock?s

How did they get to Spock? He doesn’t seem scared of anything…more like he’s under the influence of a general hallucination, like the others seeing the planet on the screen even after they left orbit.

I remember this part, with Kirk freaking out. Spock doesn’t like it one bit.

He’s just being a littttle Dramatique.

Cannot believe that all Spock has to do is say “Jim” in a quiet, intimate voice and Kirk is immediately okay. Just let it out of his system, grabbed onto his friend, heard his own name, and the beast is defeated.

“My Vulcan friend”? Lol.

Kirk’s face when he realizes they’ve got Scotty too…

“Go away or we’ll kill you.” That was legitimately creepy. Scotty gone rogue.

Aw, Spock was worried about him again.

“Without followers, evil cannot spread.”

“Where did you hear this order, Chekov?” / “The voices in my head.”

It’s interesting that Kirk and Spock can’t be manipulated—perhaps because they have each other?

Enough of this—fight time!

That guard sounded like he really liked that nerve pinch; he was kinda moaning as he went down.

“Spock, corral them to their rooms.”

Outta the chair, brat.

Is Kirk going to defeat the alien evil using logic?

Summoning the “angel” by using the old recording is very clever.

When did they decide to start calling him the Gorgon?

“It lost its power in the light of reality” = “I looked into Spock’s eyes and knew myself again.”

HE IS GENTLE. It’s true and you should say it.

And he doesn’t even dispute it. “AND we are ALSO very strong.”

"You are full of goodness. Such as you cannot be changed."

So the girl is Jankowski.

This is very Candyman. The alien needs their belief to live. When they cease to follow him, he literally disappears.

Honestly, this whole alien scheme starts to look equal parts silly and sad, trying to call the crying children "generals.” They’re babies!

McCoy loves to see children in tears lol.

Kirk just hands them all off to McCoy, like ‘well, my work here is done.’

Okay, now we reverse course to pick up those stranded security guards still on the planet, right? Right? No? Okay, guess not.

Uhura, immediately ready with the paperwork lol. Now IS the time.

The end!

Now to try to interpret all of my other, more general notes.

The way I interpreted Spock being able to defy the mind control was that he was affected by Kirk. Because he clearly was affected, but then when he saw Kirk starting to freak out, he looked concerned, and then got them both off the bridge—he had a breakthrough of clarity long enough to understand he needed to get off the bridge. Then he’d be away from the kids, and they wouldn’t have as much control, and he could snap Jim out of it, too.

Like I’m sure his Vulcan resilience could easily have been part of it, too, but that resilience wasn’t enough to keep him from being affected at all—and of course they could have easily written it that way—and it seems obvious that his moment of clarity was caused specifically by watching Kirk starting to lose it. There are so many shots of him specifically watching Kirk and the guard.

The K/S vibes were so strong. Spock was so protective, then they get in the lift and Kirk basically clings to him. All he has to do is say Kirk’s name and Kirk is fine, which is basically the power of true love. And then even outside of that scene… for the whole rest of the ep, they’re a duo. It’s not just Kirk against the Evil of the Week, it’s Kirk and Spock, working together at every turn. Neither of them could have done it alone.

it's a pretty classic trope, in fact, especially in s1, to have Kirk all alone, abandoned by all...where he's the last man standing, the one who has to run the whole ship and save the whole day. Naked Time, This Side of Paradise, and Trouble with Tribbles (kinda) all come to mind. But this time he has Spock! You see the progression of their relationship in that.

I really enjoyed this episode in general. Lots of classic tropes: creepy children; surprise alien; old alien society not as dead as we thought; Kirk has to run the whole ship by himself (with Spock); heroic!Kirk saving the day… It has it all. It’s clearly revisiting some older themes and ideas, but in a sufficiently unique way that it doesn’t just seem like a rehash of an older plot. In some ways, it felt like a Classic S1 episode to me. It has some Miri elements, some Charlie X elements, some Naked Time elements…

I literally don’t understand why it’s so disliked.

Skimmed the wiki and the only specific criticism in there is that Kirk shows an “unmistakable hostility to the children.” Well first of all, he doesn’t. He might not have the best manner with them, but why should he? He’s certainly not mean or cruel to them. He recognizes they’re a danger to his ship, and to the whole planet of Marcos-12, which by the way is objectively true, but that’s not being hostile. McCoy is the one who represents ‘exclusive care for the children’s welfare’ in this ep, but he CAN do that, because he’s not the Captain. He represents that perspective, he gives his opinion, which is both his job on the ship and his role on the show, and then Kirk takes that into account while doing HIS job, which is running the ship. McCoy would have literally let the kids take over their ship and conquer the galaxy as part of their grieving process lol. Kirk was right and I should say it. (Also btw he understands that killing the kids might be an option—but he obviously doesn’t actually do it.)

I actually think this ep is a great example of the triumvirate functioning--McCoy reminds Kirk that the children are just traumatized children, and Spock reminds him that he's responsible for 400+ people on the ship, and Kirk makes the decisions that vanquish the evil, save the ship, and free the kids.

And look, even if you don’t like this episode, you’d have to argue very hard to convince me it’s the WORST, as in worse than Spock’s Brain, worse than The Alternative Factor, worse than Assignment Earth (not even a real TOS ep!), worse than The Omega Glory.

Some stuff I actively liked: the concept of the alien taking over the children specifically (both creepy and…kinda makes sense? That they’d be vulnerable); the message that the followers of demagogues can be both truly dangerous and objects of sympathy; the backstory of the evil empire of pirate aliens—and how greed doesn’t die; the witchcraft aesthetic, ESPECIALLY when paired with the kid antagonists, since kids are so into that like chanting, incantations, rituals thing; that the ep used every single main character (when was the last time a TOS ep did that?). Also I thought the kid actors did a good job!

The theme about the authoritarian and the cult followers was actually quite resonant, I thought; inevitably made me think of Tr/ump and his Tr/umpies. Just like in this episode, you must have some kind of… if not sympathy, at least willingness to do the hard work of deprograming and then bringing them back to the fold, or else the country is never going to heal and it’s never going to be able to go forward in a positive way. It might not go forward at all! But fuck it’s hard to have that sympathy; they’re so abhorrent. Here, you see the terrible things the kids do, and yet sympathy isn’t so hard, because they’re kids. You see how much they are victims/pawns also. And so in that sense, Kirk’s ability to deprogram them is comfortingly optimistic—a little bittersweet, as TOS often is, because the kids have done horrible things and seen horrible things and now they’ll have to live with it, but comforting nonetheless.

I can’t even think of that many things I didn’t like in the ep. Mostly just nitpicky things. Like, was McCoy a little inconsistent in what he thought should be done with the kids? Yeah, but we get the general idea. Did Kirk drop the ball when he let them hang out on the bridge? Yes, especially as he knew how dangerous they were at that point, but I actually don’t mind it so much because they’re kids—it’s understandable that their true dangerousness didn’t fully compute to him. I don’t see that as a mistake or sloppy writing tbh. And was it an amateur hour mistake to beam two people into space? Yes, but it made up for it in being creepy and upping the stakes of the ep.

I guess I could see how the fist gesture could be seen as a little silly. But the other option, having them speak rhymes each time, would have been distracting—and probably also looked silly! Also, as my mom pointed out, it looks like a kid’s game (sorta like the start of rock paper scissors) so it fits appropriately with the theme.

I really liked how they wove in the aesthetic of kids’ games, kids’ manners of playing, into the narrative. Kids can be really creepy! They like creepy things! So the ring around the rosy rhyme at the beginning—a quite disturbing chant, of course, about the Plague, that is also very commonly sung by actual kids—foreshadows the summoning chant that brings the alien to them. It’s all of a piece. And just like the rhyme is just a rhyme, and they don’t know the real meaning behind it, they probably also don’t fully understand the meaning of the summoning chant or the alien that comes with it. It’s all one big game to them.

It’s interesting that the alien seemed to play off their desire both to punish their parents for working too much ("they like the planet, they're always busy") and to have freedom from parental rules (how they react to any instructions from adults, the alien's promise that the whole universe will be their playground, etc.). He really picks their sore spots as kids specifically and turns them into his “generals” accordingly. Like all kids, they don’t think too much about the larger consequences of their game because in some ways, it really is all just a game to them.

I liked how the episode characterized Kirk’s ability to interact with kids. He’s not bad with them at all, but he’s not like McCoy or Chapel either. He “wants to communicate with the future adult in the kid,” as my mom put it, which is perfect. He doesn’t exactly treat them as mini-adults—he doesn’t say inappropriate things to them, and he does simplify his language and his ideas for them—but he does treat them very seriously. And he’s probably best at one-on-one interactions like with Tommy. I think this makes total sense for his character: he doesn’t have kids (David aside lol), he doesn’t have younger siblings, he doesn’t work in a place where he’d see other people’s kids, he doesn’t get to see his nephew much, etc.

…Okay those were all my notes. I know I had other thoughts that were a little less scattered later, but… I’m tired. And most of it is probably in here in some form or another. I also found a list of, like, actual critiques of the episode, and I was considering going through them and addressing them all, and I might still do that. But I think that’s for another day.

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #2021: fandom thoughts #star trek tos

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kikis-writing-world · 4 years ago

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Hey, congrats on the milestone! 🥳🎉🎊 If it's not too late, can I participate in the shipping game? I am a designer and a I am always drawing, sketching and creating. I'm really shy (untill you get to know me at least), I'm always making jokes and I appreciate people with a good sense of humour. Oh, and I am a sucker for redemption arcs and characters that seem to be cold but are soft, as I am a big softie myself. Thank you so much! - 🍑

Thank you! You’re not too late at all. A good sense of humor and a redemption arc? Oh baby, well I hope you also like vampires because I’m shipping you with Max Phillips. Acts cold but is soft? That’s Max. Big bad vampy boy who runs the company but honestly melts if you cuddle with him because you’re so nice and warm. This man is a leech, but not for blood, for warmth and he will go to any cuddling lengths to get it. He’s got a good sense of humor, you might just have to train him to bring it to a bit of a less “it’s funny because I ate them” place.

Redemption ahoy!

Max Phillips isn’t really a vampire in the traditional sense. When he goes to Romania for school he pisses off the wrong people and a curse is put on him. He’s stuck living as a vampire until he can reverse the curse. Of course, he’s a douchebag and fuck that, he’s just gonna be himself and live forever - party on, dudes. Besides, they didn’t tell him how to reverse it even if he wanted to, so might as well make the most of it.

He carries on in his doucheyness, very much being the Max we see in the movie for quite a while. Compelling people to do his will, taking over companies, making himself out to be awesome - but the whole time he’s got this angsty loneliness in him. All his friends his age are starting to calm down from their rambunctious ways of their youth, getting paired off, having kids etc. He couldn’t even if he wanted to, so he doesn’t want to slow down.

Then he meets you. I like the idea of you working reception in the building, but not directly for his company. You work the desk downstairs, helping to guide people to the offices they’re looking for and stuff like that. You see him everyday and greet him politely. He always greets you back but it’s nothing special. One day he says something on the phone while he’s passing you and it makes you laugh. He stops, looking over at you and you apologize for listening in. He says not to worry about it. That’s how the friendship starts. Soon he’s making a point to chat with you for a few minutes when he passes. He brings you coffee or tea every few days.

You don’t really know how important you’ve gotten to him until you miss a day of work and he shows up at your apartment. You’re feeling a little ill, nothing major, but you’re mostly confused. How did he find your place? Why is he here? When he realizes you’re sick, he asks you to invite him in so he can take care of you. You refuse, but he claims vampires can’t get sick and eventually you let him in. He orders in some soup for you, and when he touches your forehead you sigh because he’s chilly and it feels nice. The two of you end up cuddling - he’ll never admit he liked it just as much as you do, he totally only did it for you don’t @ him.

You two get closer. You’re a little surprised but not unhappy about it, meanwhile Max is tearing himself apart. He knows you’re way too good for him, and he can’t give you some happy ever after anyways. He’s really torn between pulling himself away for your sake and enjoying what he can have in the meanwhile. After that time of taking care of you, you two often have silly movie nights where you end up cuddling together and eating junk food.

Max is driving himself crazy so he finds a way to get in touch with those that cursed him. He demands they tell him how to break the curse. They laugh and laugh, which only pisses him off worse. He threatens to kill them all, being very macho about it and baring his fangs. They’re not scared. Finally, they tell him he needs to kill someone who loves him. He immediately thinks of you. He doesn’t know if you love him, but you’re the closest thing he can imagine. Now he’s even more torn apart. He can’t have you if he’s a vampire, but to kill you to be human wouldn’t give him what he wants either.

He starts avoiding you and you’re hurt obviously. You want to know what happened or what you did. Eventually one night when you know he’s working late - which is just another excuse to avoid you - you corner him and demand to know what happened. He tried to be dismissive, telling you to go away but you refuse because you love him and you want to know what’s wrong. He loses his shit when you admit that, and he tells you not to love him. How he’s a monster now and forever, and that is never going to change and you’re better off without him. You try to tell him that you don’t think he’s a monster, despite being a vampire. Eventually he vamps out (the first time you see it in person) and threatens you, trying to get you to leave. You won’t go, you tell him to do it. To bite you. He grabs you and holds you like he’s going to, but of course he can’t. He drops you, falling to the ground himself.

He’s crying now, and you can barely understand him but he’s saying he can’t do it, that he’s sorry for everything he’s done, that he truly understands how cruel the curse is. A gust of wind swirls through the office from god-knows-where, the two of you looking around to figure out what’s happening. Max’s face turns back to normal, but more than that... he looks tired. His skin isn’t as clear as it once was, his cheeks rosy and his eyes bloodshot. Bags appear under his eyes that he never got as a vampire. He feels... warm. He grabs something and pricks his finger, and he bleeds actual warm blood. To break the curse he didn’t have to kill you, he had to spare you despite being told that he had everything to gain from it. It was the final test to prove that he’d learned his lesson.

(This got really long, but also it’s officially the last ship request, so let’s go out with a bang!)

SHIP REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED - thanks everyone!

#66followers #66Followers Celebration #shipping games #🍑 anon #Anonymous #300 Followers Celebration

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hiromisuzukimicrojournal · 4 years ago

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The rain surrenders to the town, Al Capone is no longer there

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Sitting on the windowsill and occasionally looking at the terrace, Eliza takes needles and threads from the sewing box and makes ferns with felt. The plants made of non-woven fabric that has pressed fibers such as wool or animal fur. Making ferns as if the leaf veins gain the breath from water veins, she is waiting for something. Her husband is a man who is hiding whiskey behind books on a bookshelf, snuggling up to whole world’s despairs day and night, crying while seeing her off. Eliza is working at the supermarket every afternoon.

Al Capone, who was imprisoned in The Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary, is said to have hidden rye whiskey in his cell. Alcatraz Island on San Francisco Bay was surrounded by the cold sea currents, the prisoners could not easily escape from prison. In the 1979 movie ‘Escape From Alcatraz’, Frank Morris acted by Clint Eastwood attempted a desperate jailbreak. Investigators said “they are dead,” but the prison chief found Morris’s chrysanthemum being washed ashore.

There was a pet shop on the roof of the supermarket. The children were teasing a squirrel monkey trapped in a cage with Chupa Chups’ sticks. The monkey was scared of the shout “Cute!”. Turned his back on the crowd, ate sunflower seeds with downcast eyes. The monkey wished he could dive into the downwind Tokyo Bay from wagon of the Ferris wheel on the roof. A cargo ship was swaying in the sunset on the waves. Suddenly, the machine gun fired. The monkey was frightened by the creeping killers. The squirrel monkey was very timid. He heard the footsteps of the gangster were approaching. No, it was the sound of the thunder storms hitting the concrete floor on the roof.

To escape from the sudden rain, a bachelor rushed into the main entrance just before the store closed. The man chose an assorted box of baked sweets as a gift for his mother living in a hometown and went to the service counter. Eliza worked at the gift section in the supermarket. “Would you like to choose a wrapping paper?” Eliza asked the bachelor. “No, especially no,” the man replied lazily. “Leave it to me,” she chose a few sheets of colourful Japanese paper and wrapped the box with beautiful gradation. “I like this kind of paper with the texture of plants. These are my personal goods. It’s a secret…,” she smiled embarrassedly. The bachelor invited Eliza to a supper after her work. She was surprised and hesitant for a while, but replied, “I can be with you for a little. My husband is waiting for me to come home.”

They met at a Chinese restaurant near the supermarket. Under the paper lantern, Eliza, who took off her uniform, looked like a young girl. She wore an old-fashioned flapper-style dress like Dorothy Parker. They ordered a dim sum set that would not fill their stomachs.

“I’m working on the graphic design, so interested in a clerk who is particular about wrapping paper like you. Thank you for dating today.”

The bachelor made an excuse.

“I’m glad you invited me. I’m a middle-aged woman, in the edge of my life.”

Eliza laughed obediently.

“Once a week, I accompany my husband to church for his AA meetings. He doesn’t like going to church. He is not a Christian, and wondering which God he should make an oath to. While waiting for his meetings to end, I’m learning handicrafts at a women’s workshop at church.”

She talked ramblingly.

“I’m designing book covers, so I’m particular about paper. Paper is made of pulp. Pulp is a tree. Since ancient times, it has been said that God dwells in trees. Paper is sacred.”

As the man made a passionate speech, Eliza looked at him with vacant eyes and said, “Seems to be the story of Yggdrasill. The world tree in the Nordic myth.”

Yggdrasill shivers,

the ash, as it stands.

The old tree groans,

and the giant slips free. *[1]

Suddenly, they heard a rhythm of cha-cha-cha from the portable player. The upper bodies of the old couple sitting in the next began to dance on the horizon of the table, for the ballroom dance choreography. While laughing at the cheerful tune ‘La engañadora’ by Orquesta Amérca, “It’s getting late. Shall we go home?” the bachelor said and passed the bill to the waiter. The man slid the coaster that had been written his cell phone number towards Eliza.

The bachelor enters to a bar on the back alley. He notices that the tune in the Chinese restaurant is chasing him. The happy rhythm of ‘La en gañadora’ is coiling around him in the dim light. ‘La engañadora’ means the fraudster in Spanish. But it was translated in the US as “Anything Can Happen When You’re in Havana”.

In the dark corner of the pub at the wharf on a holiday,

a pint of Guinness, the jukebox, the released bustles are foaming.

The man in front of me,

into a glass of half pint that had been dried up,

added canned beer bought at the supermarket.

A pretty and well-behaved child next to me,

wrapping curly hair around her fingers

staring at the souvenir shop

is tweeting the rain.

Rain.

Water the Queen’s well.

Rain.

Bored phonograph records

ran out of patience

and turned into

the music of

bubbles. *[2]

The rain surrenders to the town. The squirrel monkey that escaped from the cage of pet shop is wandering at night. He slipped through the gangster’s bullets and jumped into Tokyo Bay from the Ferris wheel. At the wharf, Al Capone’s favorite car, 1928 Cadillac V-8 Town Sedan and a million barrels of rye whiskey are preparing to be loaded onto the ship. Al Capone himself is no longer there. There is just a cigar end in the puddle. The chrysanthemum is looking up at the huge gantry crane. Silence surrounds the darkness. The old tree groans, and the giant slips free. This world is made of huge trees. People held in the dome of the world tree where the ground and underground, day and night are reversed are about to fall asleep. A spring springs at the root of the ash tree. The squirrel monkey is skipping from branch to branch freely and lightly, kissing the olive fruits.

The cell phone rang in the middle of the night.

The bachelor heard Eliza’s sobbing.

Behind her was her husband crying.

“My husband hit me on the cheek, but I feel sorry for him.”

Sitting on the windowsill, Eliza is waiting for something.

The fern that lives quietly beside the water veins under the shade of rocks.

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images: hiromi suzuki

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*References:

[1] The Poetic Edda, Mythological Poems Volume II / Oxford University Press. Translated by Ursula Dronke, 1997.

[2] Queen’s Well in the Wicklow Mountains, Ms. cried – 77 poems by hiromi suzuki / Kisaragi publishing, 2013. Translated by hiromi suzuki, 2020.

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The rain surrenders to the town, Al Capone is no longer there

published in 3:AM Magazine: Jan. 19th, 2021

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via 3:AM Magazine

#hiromi suzuki #short fiction #short story #poetry #poem #Ms. cried #collage #photo-collage #photography #poetry magazine #poetry journal #literary journal #3:AM Magazine #Mark de Silva

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belladonnabear · 5 years ago

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Tamaki Amajiki X Reader: You're Not Weak

Scenario: There's a villain fight happening while you're interning at Fat Gum's Agency. You get into an intense fight with the villain and end up getting injured in the fight. Tamaki comes to your rescue but the villain mocks him about how he can't save you. Read the rest to find out what happens~!

"You look so cool in your costume Tamaki!" you squealed.

Your boyfriend's face erupted red like the tie on his school uniform. Even after dating for almost two years, he was still getting used to your bold compliments.

"Thank y-you (Y/N)…" he murmured bashfully.

The two of you were waiting for Fat Gum to call you into duty. You two would be patrolling Hosu City for the next couple of hours. So while you were waiting, you decided to give more lovely compliments to your bashful boyfriend.

"Seriously, I love the hood and cape you're wearing! You look like such a badass hero in this costume!" you beamed while adjusting his hood.

Once more Tamaki started stuttering incoherently, to which you leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Hey you two! Ready to head out-?" Fat Gum began but stopped at the sight in front of him.

A fainted Tamaki leaning against you while you rub his back gently.

"Damn it you two! Quit doing that!"

There was a loud explosion with loud cries coming from the same direction. You, Fat Gum and Tamaki were heading over to the building when there were a bunch of goons with guns firing at all of you. The three of you took cover as Fat Gum ordered you both to sneak in through the back while he tries to get through the front.

"Let's go Suneater!" you directed.

The two of you ran as Fat Gum left to go take care of the gunmen. You eventually found a side door and knocked it over. Your quirk was Time Manipulation. You could go back in time for a maximum of five minutes and freeze time momentarily. It helped with protecting civilians and avoiding villain attacks.

Inside the building, a fire began swarming the place as you looked around and heard screams above you. However, on your right were more villains who just saw the two heroes go in. Tamaki had your back though. He used his quirk to restrain the villains. However, the screams of panic only got louder above you.

"I'm going on ahead. Take care of these guys here Suneater!" you ordered before taking off up the stairs.

"(H/N)! Wait! Don't go alone!" Tamaki yelled.

However, you were already gone by the time he started shouting. There was a big rumble as you entered the huge room to see a reptilian man with a hostage in his scaly claws. He looked over to you with his large teeth and blood was covered on his jaws. You froze time quickly. Running over, you hopped up and snatched the man in your arms. While running towards the exit you noticed another woman lying on the ground with blood pouring down her face. Feeling distraught, you ran over and began to carry her as well. But by the time you finally had both of them over your shoulders, time unfroze.

The villain set his sights on you and blocked the entrance before you could leave. It would take you at least two minutes before you could hold time again. Suddenly, his tail came swinging at you and you reversed time back by ten seconds to avoid the attack. He hissed out at you.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! TAKING MY PREY?!"

His movements were swift as you kept avoiding his attacks while holding the man in your arms. It would be hard to escape while he was in your care. You just had to wait out the two minutes so you could freeze time and escape. A pillar came crushing down in front of the two of you, causing you to jump back. But then you saw the fire behind you and your hostage almost ended up getting his face burnt. You quickly pivoted away but didn't realize the villain had used his front leg to slam you back against the wall. A shriek of pain shot from your mouth as you weren't fast enough to react to a the villains tail smashing you through the concrete wall.

The blow ended up knocking you out. Blood stained your costume and scrapes were all around your body. The villain growled as he smelt the blood coming from your body. It smelled so tasty. If he ate you, you wouldn't be able to stop him from eating his prey.

Just as he was about to devour you, he heard a noise come from the room he was just rampaging in.

"(H/N)! Where are you?!"

The villain sneered as he realized he was being interrupted yet again from his dinner. He saw this time the person was a young man in a white cape. The man looks over and gasps in horror when he see's your unconscious body underneath the villain.

"(Y-Y/N)…." he stuttered.

The villain charged forward mouth open ready to ready to devour Tamaki but Tamaki used his clamshell husk to protect himself the villains bite. He threw him back and used his tentacle fingers to try and detain the villain. The villain however, maneuvered out of the way as he snarled.

"Don't get in the way of my prey! Or you'll end up dead just like her!"

Tamaki's heart felt like it was eviscerated by that last statement. No. There was no way you were dead. It couldn't be true. You two were supposed to graduate together and celebrate your two year anniversary. There was so much he wanted to experience with you. This can't be happening.

The villain seemed to notice Tamaki's internal conflict and he sneered.

"What's the matter kiddo? Feeling sorry for yourself because you couldn't save her? How pathetic! You're not a real hero if you can't even save her!"

Tamaki felt like he was going to have another panic attack. He didn't save her. She's lying there on the ground not moving and there's nothing he could do to save you. He wanted to cry, scream and destroy the room in frustration. He was already seeing flash backs of when the two of your first met in junior high. You were so pretty. You defended him from bullies with your quirk. You supported him to follow his dreams. You spent time with him because you liked him.

And he failed you.

He's the reason you're dead.

The villain leaped off the wall and towards Tamaki, ready to swallow him up as prey. Tamaki however, lost his cool and attacked. Tamaki mixes his Quirk to its maximum conflagration. He arms himself with layers of shells for protection, including a mask over his face. Then he unleashes a massive tentacle attack that releases multiple giant tentacles that attack in a rotating wave. The villain was smashed and knocked over around the room. His body might have been fast but he wasn't nearly as durable. The villain was battered and beaten by Tamaki.

With a heavy heart, he slowly began walking over to you as he heard Mirio and Nejire call out his name. But he didn't care. He didn't save you. Tears started flowing down his face as he held you in his arms. Your body was still unmoving, your eyes were closed and he felt like he was in hell.

But then there was a thump. A small one but noticeable. You still had a pulse. You were still alive. In desperation, he began carrying you bridal style and bolted out. He saw Mirio and Nejire look at him with concerned faces.

"Suneater! What's going on?"

"(H/N) needs medical attention! Now!"

He could only pray that he would be able to save you.

The first thing you noticed when you began waking up was pain. You felt like you crushed by a truck. Looking over, you saw your boyfriend Tamaki resting his head against your leg. He looked so tired.

Then you noticed how his cheeks were wet, was he crying? What happened?

Slowly you began shaking him and he slowly began waking up. When he noticed you were awake. He turned and faced away from you. You could see his body was trembling. As if he was trying to hold himself together.

"Tamaki...can you please turn around and look at me...?" you softly asked.

There was silence for a moment before you started hearing sniffling. You could tell your boyfriend was starting to cry. He was probably so worried about you.

Leaning forward, you rubbed his back gently but he just kept sobbing harder. Ignoring your pain, you hugged him from behind and softly began shushing him. Then you began murmuring words of love to him.

"Tamaki, it's okay."

"I love you so much Tamaki."

"Please don't cry baby. I'm okay."

"I'll never leave your side."

He eventually turned around to face you. His eyes were swollen as your saw the tears stain his cute face. You gently cupped his face and kissed him all over his face. He began hiccupping from all his crying as you smothered him with loving kisses.

"I-I-I thought I-I lost y-you...." Tamaki stuttered.

"No you didn't. I'm still here. We're still together." you assured.

"I-I should have st-stopped you from r-r-running off by y-yourself. D-Damn it. I'm s-so s-sorry I-I l-let y-you d-d-down (Y/N). I-I'm s-s-so w-w-eak. E-E-Even a-a-a-after a-a-ll t-t-the t-t-training I-I've b-b-been g-g-getting..." he whimpered.

"Tamaki, baby, look at me." you softly requested.

The stuttering high-schooler slowly looked up at you. His eyes were still watery and you could see his sclera become more prominent. He probably barely got any sleep since your attack.

"You're not weak. You've never been weak. It doesn't matter what anyone else says. You're the strongest, bravest, intelligent, compassionate and most heroic person I've ever met. No matter how many times you might tell yourself otherwise, it's not true. You're amazing Tamaki. You're my hero." you said with a bright grin.

He looked at you surprised by your bold declaration. Internally, he was wondering how he ever got so lucky to have a girlfriend like you. Someone so loving as you cared about him.

"I love you Tamaki. You're my forever boyfriend." you winked.

"F-F-F-orever b-b-boy-boyfriend?!" he exclaimed.

"Tamaki! Is (Y/N) awake-?" Nejire opened the door curiously.

She saw her male friend with a stop sign red face muttering to himself while (Y/N) was stroking his hair lovingly.

"You two are so cute together!"

~~ Author Note: Sorry I didn't get this one out to you sooner! I've been sick for the past five days and it's been hell. Thanks for being patient!

#bnha #bnha x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha scenarios #tamaki amajiki

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my-arlington-academia · 5 years ago

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Story Time! (AKA my school trip from a few days ago)

I'm not sure if it's gonna be interesting to anyone but I'm going to post it here anyway 😂

Big warning, it's kinda long and it sounds like the plot of a bad movie for teens but bear it with me

Okay so, about 2 weeks ago something unpleasant happend

It was after school and I was with my friends, we were walking down a street and we saw 2 guys from our school running on the road with a bag, then they threw it in the middle of it so no car would be able to pass (context: I live in a small European town so the roads here are super narrow, there is no way to get around an obstacle if it's in the middle of the road.)

So what happens next is that those 2 morons run away for some reason and a car arrives. My friends pay no attention to the situation but I, being the angel that I am *ahem*, I take the bag and put it on the side of the road so the driver doesn't have to get out of his car and do it himself.

But then, instead of waving his hand to say "thanks" or something, the guy gets out of the car looking all angry, pushes me against a wall then calls me an imbecile. Turns out the driver was a student in my school and the bag was his. (context: it had rained during the the day so when he saw me with his bag in my hands and that I put it on the side of the road, which was of course super dirty, he probably thought that I was the one who not only stole his bag but threw it on the ground.)

Aaaanyway. So, obviously I was really confused and surprised because I didn't expect that reaction AT ALL. Since I had figured that the driver must probably be a parent picking up their kid from school or something (it may be a little more common for Americans to start driving when they're 16-18 years old since the roads are really broad and straight but it's not the case in Europe. Teenagers who drive are really rare so it didn't really cross my mind that the driver was a guy of my age.)

Then, thankfully nothing bad happened. One of my friends immediately jumped in and yelled at him while trying to explain that it wasn't me and I was just trying to help.

He didn't really get it since all of us were really stressed out about the situation I'm guessing our explanation wasn't clear, as for him he was probably still angry and convinced that we were trying to make fun of him or something. We quickly walked away and those 2 morons from the beginning came running back seeing that there was a misunderstanding. From there onward I'm guessing that those 2 were his friends trying to pull a prank on him and they explained the situation to him.

However we had already walked away, not wanting to have anything to do with this anymore. My friends were really angry and frustrated much more than I was. They looked like they were about to cry and one of them told me that she was scared that he might hit me.

Fast forward to a few days ago.

We were on a school trip and that guy and his friends ended up in the same group as us. I was honestly really nervous and anytime we were close I would try to go farther away from him. At that point I was thinking that he had probably already forgotten about that day/ he had forgotten what my face looked like. Or at least I hoped he did.

But then, at the end of the first day of our school trip we were going to watch a movie with the whole group (around 40 people plus the teachers) and of course it wasn't at a movie theatre, the teachers had brought a projector and were having some technical difficulties with the sound so it was taking a while to set it all up. My friends and I were seated at the other side of the room in order to be the farthest away from that guy. Though honestly, I was regularly shooting glances at him because I was really anxious.

I'm not sure if he had noticed that or not, but at one point, when everyone was getting sick of waiting for the movie and the teachers were still trying to solve the problem, that guy got up and walked towards me, at first he got down on one knee and he was like "hey uh, you know that time from 2 weeks ago? Well, I understood what you were trying to do only afterward"

Then he got on both of his knees

"Not sure if you remember me, but I'm the guy with the bag. I'm sorry, really sorry that I got angry for nothing."

Then HE FUCKING PUTS HIS FOREHEAD ON THE GROUND I KID YOU NOT. I could not make this shit up even if I wanted to 😂

Not to mention that, may I remind you, we were in front of 38 other students and teachers, well the teachers were too busy having a hard time with the speakers but anYWAY.

He even tried to grab my legs to show how sorry he was but like the cliche timid introvert I am I really didn't want to make this into a scene and have everyone misunderstand what was happening so I just kept telling him "it's okay!! It's fine!!!! Stop IT!! STOP!!! DON'T GRAB MY FEET!! I forgive you!!"

After the movie my friends were still angry at the guy and they even told me that I forgave him too easily, one of my friends said "If I were you I would've told him to lick my foot" they honestly couldn't understand why I was so forgiving.

Well, it was only the first day of our trip so the guy didn't want things to be awkward throughout the whole thing and that's most probably why he had apologized.

The next day though, in the bus when we were going to get out he got on his knees again. I asked him to stop so he got up and he was like "Hey your name is (...) right?"

I don't really use social media so my friend asked him how he knows and he jokingly said that he knows everything, though he probably just asked some other people in the group what my name was.

At noon the same day we ate in a restaurant and that guy and his friends sat next to us at the table. When we finished eating, my friend pulled out her Uno and the guy immediately asked us if he could join (context: whenever we had free time during the trip my friends and I would constantly play Uno)

Then we all played together and... kinda became friends I guess?? He would jokingly get angry at my friends when they pulled a +4 or a +2 on me and when they used the "skip turn" card he would use the "reverse card" to give me back my turn.

Afterward my friends admitted that he was a fun guy and as for him, whenever we crossed paths he called us the "Uno squad"

And when it was lunch time he would always sit next to us to play Uno again 😂

Long story short: we made up with the guy who got angry at me and he ended up being a pretty chill dude

#this whole school trip had all the cliches ever #my friends and I sneaking into the rooms of our other friends #us watching a movie together in our room on our phones after curfew #we watched to all the boys I've loved before on Netflix 😂#it was surreal #it's like God suddenly woke up and was like #wow this girl turns 18 in a month and her whole school life sucked?#let's at least make her school trip into a movie for teens she'll love it #about me #personal #story time #I guess?

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creativerogues · 6 years ago

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Making Your Long Death Monk Even Scarier...

Note: This Post may just be a fluke, but if enough people are interested I may go into other Monastic Traditions for the D&D Monk...

Long Death Monks don't actually have any definite Fighting Style that I can find in real life. But we can definitely assume that Long Death monks, being obsessed with death, have fighting styles and martial arts based on intimidation, and most of all, defeating or even killing your opponent as quickly, or as slowly and painfully, as possible.

So based purely off of this, I can suggest a few fighting styles to take a look at in your own time, because I'm going to be discussing some of my favorites later on in this post:

Krav Maga: There is no spiritual journey, no harmony to be achieved in Krav Maga. This fighting form was designed with one thing in mind: disarming, disabling and destroying your enemies.

Kenjutsu: A Japanese fighting style of swordsmanship that is all about how to kill an opponent as fast as possible. For you to research in your own time if your Long Death Monk wields a sword or really any Monk Weapon...

Now assuming your Monk is fighting Unarmed, because 99% of D&D Monks usually do, I’m focusing on a few martial arts that I think sounds really cool, but most of all seem like they would make sense for a Long Death Monk specifically, so sorry to anyone out there that didn’t see a specific piece pop up in this post, but if you have your own ideas and tidbits of lore to share, do so!

'Tiger Style' from Shaolin Kung Fu

The Tiger is a ferocious meat eater with strong bones and muscles, the tiger is physically gifted for combat.

The tiger’s speed comes from relaxed muscles; the more relaxed they are, the more quickly and silently it can move.

Filled with pure power, its thunderous roar induces shock and fear in its enemies.

The Chinese regard it as the king of all beasts.

Since the tiger is representative of the external, training in tiger kung fu involves lots of push-ups, sit-ups, calisthenics and sparring.

The tiger claw is the primary weapon. Forming your hands into claws involves spreading your digits and bending them slightly.

“Strong stances that create stable, grounded positioning contribute to the effectiveness of tiger strikes.

Circular arm motions with the tiger claws executed while changing from one stance to another result in maximum torque and power for deflecting an incoming blow — or for taking someone to the ground. It’s effective at tearing up muscles in the arms, legs and body of your opponent, or it can be used to press, push and drive them away.”

When you attack, you may want to adopt the roar of the tiger. Your opponent will react with fear, and their hesitation might give you the opening you need to deliver a decisive strike to a sensitive spot.

“The roar is also used to develop your internal energy, when the tiger roars, it breathes out a huge amount of carbon dioxide, then replaces it with fresh energy, giving it more stamina and spirit.”

'Crane Style' from Shaolin Kung Fu

The crane epitomizes yin and yang, life and death, as it passively stands on one leg for hours yet maintains its ability to kill in a heartbeat.

When it springs into action, it’s the embodiment of subtlety and grace. The movements of its wings allow it to move with seeming effortlessness.

It can adapt to harsh weather and fly through the severest of storms.

In a battle on the ground, it uses its wings to deflect attacks and propel its body along a circular path. That, augmented by the animal’s long legs, enables it to use evasion techniques to create distance between itself and its adversary.

When an enemy is within range, the crane will slap with its wings and stomp with its feet, thereby creating openings for impeccably timed beak strikes. Its long, flexible neck enhances its attacks.

Crane training boosts your concentration and balance:

“The crane style teaches you to lift one leg and use it for blocking or deflection. Then you can execute a fast snap kick out and back with the same leg.”

You form the crane beak by extending your thumb, index finger and middle finger and hitting with their tips.

It’s perfect for short to medium-range strikes to pressure points and other vital areas, which let's you explain your Touch of Death and your Stunning Strike features pretty well...

A variation of the fighting method uses dual crane beaks. After striking with one, it becomes a hook that pulls your opponent close. Then you attack with your other hand.

"One beak lies while the other tells the truth. Your enemy never knows which hand you’ll use for offense and which for defense."

The crane style also teaches an esoteric vibrating technique. It’s effected by first attacking with a crane beak, then turning the beak like a corkscrew with a sudden release of inward energy before backing it out with a reversed twist, releasing the energy again as you withdraw.

A lot of Chinese stylists joke about the technique, but done right, it can be extremely effective.

This esoteric vibrating technique could also be flavored for your Touch of Death feature, making it feel unique and dramatic, while also allowing you to roleplay your own style of fighting...

Hung Gar (or Hung Gar Kuen, AKA 'Southern Kung Fu')

Now after reading all that, you probably already have enough information, but to summarize, the Long Death Monk probably uses a system of fighting known as Hung Gar.

(Which if you like to butcher cool sounding fighting styles, could be roleplayed like saying 'Hunger' because Long Death Monks...)

The Hung Gar system is a mix of the Tiger and Crane animal styles. Hung Gar uses deep, low stances and strong hand techniques.

Hung Gar is one of the more external styles, but also practices some internal movement. Emphasis is put on having firm, solid stances. The more connected to the Earth one is, the more power they will have.

Also, cool fact, the Chinese character "Hung" is a family name which means "to stand firm and tall with integrity."

Adding Even More Flavor to your Long Death Monk...

Now for roleplay, my group has a 'Thing' that some of our Monk Players do that we call 'Mugon de tatakau', which means 'To fight speechless' or 'To fight silently'.

This is where our Long Death Monks, and sometimes even Way of the Shadow Monks in our group, fight completely silently, not speaking, while also removing any headgear or face coverings before the battle so their opponent can look them straight in the eye...

It's mostly a roleplay thing that's played up for intimidation, because you know that Monk is about to get real when they go all silent and remove their mask...

Maybe even add some ghostly imagery into their fighting. Such as their body having a strange translucent and ethereal glow to it when they use large amounts of Ki, or perhaps have specific hand gestures or movements that relate to ghosts: Crying Shadow and Weeping Spirit are just two examples I came up with on the spot...

Long Death Monks in the Forgotten Realms...

Monks of the long death belonged to the Order of the Long Death monastic order.

The monks of the Long Death intensely study the effect of the process of death on living tissue.

The ultimate objective of a Long Death Monk is to discover the 'perfect death' - an objective that no member of the group really seems to understand, let alone be able to achieve.

In one of their monasteries, they would spend the majority of their time sparring with one another and the rest in quiet contemplation.

Outside of the monasteries, they wander relatively aimlessly, often disguised as beggars, attacking humanoids that they came across in an effort to inflict as painful a death as they could using only their bare hands.

Symbol: A skull with a black diamond on the forehead.

Membership and What it means to be a Long Death Monk: Becoming a member of the order requires first finding a monastery. But very few applicants are actually accepted - perhaps a dozen a year - and each one has to pass several tests of strength, agility and endurance before being inducted into the order fully.

Becoming the ‘Master of the House’ for a Monastery: Each monastery is independent of the others and led by a single individual. This individual often had to prove themselves the best warrior of the monks in the monastery through trials by combat every year on the Feast of the Moon.

A Long Death Monk in the Forgotten Realms: The Monks of the Long Death were easily recognized by their pale skin and gaunt features. They ate little, and they spent most of their time inside their monasteries, in crypts and graveyards, and other dark places where there was little natural light.

They affected the trappings of death in their garb, wearing long, dark robes and shroud-like hooded cloaks to hide their features.

TL;DR: Long Death Monks probably use Hung Gar and parts of Shaolin Kung Fu as their Fighting Style, and in appearance most likely gaunt and pale, but have long and thick leg muscles, large hands, and have long arms.

They don't talk (apart from the occasional fear-inducing roar during combat) and they don't wear any kind of face protection when they fight as a way to intimidate their opponent.

#Monk #way of the long death #d&d #dnd #dnd 5e

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sunny day pt. 5 ~ park jimin

pairing: hybrid!jimin x reader

rating: sfw (brief nsfw mentions)

word count: 5.1k

summary: you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work.

a/n: this is the final pt before the epilogue! i’ve made the epilogue a separate thing because (and i’m warning you all now) it’s going to be nsfw, so for those who aren’t interested in such material, this is the ending for you! thank you all for sticking with me during this writing process, this is the first series i’ve ever written and i’ve had such a good time writing it and reading all of your generous feedback. much love!

part 01 02 03 04 05 epilogue

Jimin started school in the fall.

It was a relief, not having to worry about leaving him home alone too often. The weight of your senior year was hanging heavy over you, and with the looming threat of graduate school on the horizon, having Jimin by your side to cope with stress was making all the difference in the world.

Sometimes the two of you would come home and collapse into bed, Jimin physically exhausted from dance practice and you mentally exhausted from studying. The two of you alternated dinner duty and split cleaning down the middle. Jimin’s dance studio was further out of the city than your campus, and you found yourself waking up early in the morning to drop him off at practice and picking him up later in the evening when you were done with school. It was a comfortable rhythm that turned into a routine, with your time split between school and the shelter, and Jimin taking up any time in-between.

But no amount of work or studying could distract you enough to stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

Since being released from the hospital, Jimin had been clingier than ever—Jin had warned you that would happen. In order to cope with the foreign drug in his system, his body had instated a new hormonal balance to counteract the effect. Without the drug, his body needed to renormalize, which meant his hormonal balance was out of control. The first month felt like you were living with a teenage girl on her period.

He either ate everything or nothing, pushing his food around his plate before waking up in the middle of the night to eat an entire carton of ice cream. He couldn’t watch a single k-drama without crying during the first episode. He would snap at you when annoyed, then wrap himself around you a minute later, mumbling apologies into your neck and stroking gently up and down your spine.

His touching was incessant. Jimin was constantly pawing needy at your hand, draping himself across you on the couch, pulling you to his chest in the middle of the night and wrapping his tail around you to prevent you from moving. To say it was driving you insane would be an understatement; you were one woman, and your self-control could only be stretched so thin. You’d taken more cold showers in the past month than in your entire life.

The moodiness faded, but the touching remained. It was a struggle when Jimin started school and couldn’t be with you all day—he called you between classes just to hear your voice, and practically crawled into your lap when you picked him up after school, stroking lightly down the side of your neck. Sometimes he called the clinic while you were at work, and if you were too busy to talk, he’d joke with Jungkook until Namjoon scolded him to get back to work.

Jin said the clinginess would remain until Jimin’s first heat, but there was no telling when that would be. It may have been immature, but sometimes it hurt just to imagine it. You’d known when you’d adopted him that he’d need a heat partner, yet imaging him with one now made your chest constrict. You scoured the internet daily for possible hybrid women advertised online, but each one left a bad taste in your mouth. Jimin’s upcoming heat was a challenge you were leaving for the future, because it took most of your energy just to resist jumping him on the kitchen counter.

Even without the touching, you would be struggling to keep yourself in check. After admitting that he was abused in the past, Jimin opened his heart to you like a flower under sunlight, and you did the same in return. Jimin knew more about you than people who’d known you since childhood. He was the first face you saw in the morning and the last one you saw before bed. He nurtured you in his own way, making sure you didn’t overwork yourself and caring for you when you did.

But still you held yourself back. It didn’t feel appropriate, feeling that way for Jimin when you were in such a position of power over him. The last thing you wanted to do was to take advantage of him, or worse—have him agree to be with you just to make you happy, or because he thought it was expected of him, and not based upon any desire of his own. The thought kept you up at night, feeling Jimin’s breath hot and soft against the crook of your neck, and you wallowed in misery wondering why you couldn’t be satisfied with just being his friend.

You wanted Jimin to stroke the hair from your face. You wanted him to kiss you on the lips, nuzzle his face into your neck, stroke down your body in a way that had nothing to do with platonic friendship. You wanted to see his eyes darken with desire and every time you looked at him, every time he innocently brushed his hand across your skin, the feeling grew stronger.

You were picking Jimin up from practice in early October when he ran to the car instead of walking, dance bag slung tight over his shoulder. He threw open the passenger door with more force than necessary, and the door creaked in protest; sometimes even Jimin forgot his own strength.

“They want me to do a solo, they want me to do a solo, they want me to do a solo,” he cried, crawling across the console to hug you. It was cramped and messy, you were afraid Jimin was going to hit the gear shift and throw the car in reverse, but you couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to fit himself between you and the steering wheel. His knee was digging uncomfortably into your side as you tried to return the hug, but there wasn’t enough room for you to do anything except stay still and let Jimin burrow closer.

“What?” you asked, reaching up to cradle his head before he smacked it on the roof of the car.

Jimin grinned at the gesture. “My instructor pulled me aside after class today and asked me to audition for a solo in the performance at the end of the semester. I was too nervous to do it on my own, but she told me if I danced even half as well during the audition as I do in class, I’ll get it.”

You gasped, “Jimin, that’s fantastic.”

He shifted further until he semi-straddled you, one knee indenting the seat between your legs. He was curled above you like an umbrella, tilting your head up until he could press his forehead against your own and grin.

“I’m excited, but I’m also really nervous,” he said. “What if I mess up?”

“You won’t,” you assured him. “And even if you do, it’s only your first semester and you have plenty of time to improve. What did Hoseok say?”

“He was more excited than I was. He invited me out Friday night with him and Yoongi to celebrate, do you want to come?”

You considered it. “I have a paper to finish, I’m sorry. But don’t let me stop you.” If you were being honest, it thrilled you to see Jimin hang out with people outside of you. You didn’t want him to think that he wasn’t allowed to go out unless you were with him.

Jimin hummed. The hand holding his head shifted until you were stroking his hair, scratching behind one of his ears and making him purr. He pressed himself closer, relaxing into your body despite the cramped position. Without meaning to, his knee nudged upward until his thigh was pressed flush against your core.

You suppressed a gulp. This was the situation you went out of your way to avoid—Jimin’s senses were so heightened, any influx in your arousal would be immediately noticeable. You repressed the urge to rub against him and stealthily tried to shift backward, but he had you pinned between his body and the seat. To him the situation seemed innocent, but your body couldn’t help but react. Jimin’s breath on your cheek was hot, but not as hot as the heat steadily building in your stomach.

His nose brushed your cheek, and his hair fell forward to tickle your temple as he leaned closer and murmured, “(Y/N).”

You turned your head away. Jimin froze, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. Putting this distance between the two of you hurt, but you knew it was necessary. “We need to get home so I can start dinner.”

Immediately Jimin crawled into the passenger seat, and while he made casual small talk during the drive home, he was much more subdued than he’d been before. More guilt filled your throat.

You wondered if you should just tell him. It would make it easier for you, not having to worry about accidentally exposing yourself. But the lingering thought of Jimin dating you out of moral responsibility stuck in your mind, where insecurity flourished.

The next night, Jimin glanced at you from underneath full lashes during dinner, grinning shyly, and asked, “Do you want to stop by practice on Friday?”

A warning bell went off in your head, but you nodded anyway. You’d never seen Jimin dance before, as he was much too shy to practice in the living room. Hoseok had approached you the first week of the semester to grill you about Jimin’s dance history because apparently, in his phrasing, “He’s ridiculous, (Y/N), you really found this guy on the street? He could make a professional weep.”

Since then, you’d been morbidly curious. But never one to pressure, you waited patiently until Jimin came to you. That Friday you drove to his studio directly after class, and found him alone with Hoseok, who was practicing for his own solo audition. It was their plan to stay and practice and then pick Yoongi up, the three of them heading out for dinner. You were tempted to join them but knew that your paper wasn’t going to write itself.

You walked into the practice room while Jimin and Hoseok were in the middle of a routine. You’d seen Hoseok dance before and knew he was good—better than good, utterly fantastic, but when your gaze landed on Jimin it almost took your breath away.

Watching Jimin dance was a religious experience.

You were deftly reminded that he was a predatory hybrid, observing the way he moved with such power and precision. You’d never seen someone lose themselves so thoroughly to passion. His fluidity was breathtaking, and you understood why his dance instructor picked him out of the class specifically to audition. He didn’t demand your attention like Hoseok, but rather enticed it until you were helpless to look away.

Not to mention that Jimin looked like an entirely different person when he danced. Gone was the sweet hybrid who curled up in your lap to watch television. Here was a grown man, covered in a light sheen of sweat, twisting his body sensually, purposefully, like he was seducing an unseen audience. Heat creeped up your throat, and you were tempted to turn around and wait in the car. But then Jimin noticed you, and it was too late.

He stopped dancing to run up and give you a sweaty hug. He released you before the heat of his body could warm you to the core, and Hoseok went next, jabbing you playfully in the side and complaining about how you were interrupting practice. You sat on the sideline and watched, trying to distract yourself from following Jimin’s body with your gaze. You couldn’t afford to noticeably drool over him with Hoseok in the room, who was thankfully oblivious to your sudden shyness.

Hoseok practiced for a bit more before retiring to get a drink, claiming he was going to take a quick shower before they left. Jimin waited almost too eagerly for him to leave before turning to you the second the door was shut

“Follow my lead,” he said, turning on a different song. It was a slower song, with a heavy beat that was easier to follow. It thrummed in your chest. Jimin danced a brief routine and turned back to you, “Do you think you can do that.”

You stared at him. “No, I already told you I can’t dance—!”

“You owe me!” he whined, and then came closer, murmuring, “You know I’ve been waiting to watch you dance since the first night we met.” He demonstrated the brief routine again, and you eyed the door warily before turning back to him. You’d never live it down if Hoseok walked in and realized how truthfully horrid you were at dancing.

You tried to mimic Jimin’s movement but the imitation was poor, making you laugh in self-deprivation. Jimin could sense your lack of confidence and slipped behind you, resting his chin over your shoulder and placing a hand on your hip. “A lot of the motion actually comes from your knees.”

Swallowing hard, you said, “Yeah?”

Jimin hummed and nodded, swiveling his hips and pressing into your back. He was plastered against you. His gaze was downcast, looking down your body as you watched him in the mirror. Your own flushed face was reflected back at you, Jimin’s body snug against your own, compact and muscular and radiating an unnatural amount of heat.

“Can you feel the beat?” he asked, breath almost cold against your neck as his exhale caught the sweat drying on your skin. You could barely even hear the beat over the blood rushing in your ears, but you nodded anyway.

Jimin moved against you again and you followed him, letting him take the lead. After a minute of struggling you fell into rhythm, moving seamlessly with Jimin to the music, and the heat of the moment left you for a split second when you realized how well you were doing.

“That’s good,” Jimin grinned. You could feel him purring, the deep vibration rumbling through your body and making you shudder. You liked feeling him against you, it was distracting, intoxicating. Your body wasn’t even moving to the music, but rather moving against his, letting it guide you and sway you in a manner you could never achieve on your own. It felt effortless and you couldn’t get enough of his chest against your back, his hand on your waist.

You reached up without thinking and threaded one hand through his hair, throwing your head back on his shoulder. You could feel his breath on your neck, and the next time you looked in the mirror, you realized he was already looking right at you.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and Hoseok called, “Jiminie, are you still practicing?”

You hopped away from Jimin like you’d been burned. The sudden cold against your back was jarring, and you thought you heard Jimin snarl quietly before replying, “Yeah, I’ll be finished in a second.”

“I’ll be in the locker room,” Hoseok said before walking away, leaving the door unopened. You were grateful beyond belief, because your traitorous heart was beating a mile a minute in a way that had nothing to do with exercise.

“Have fun tonight with Hobi and Yoongi,” you told him, trying to control your breathing. You picked up your backpack and made a hasty retreat toward the door. “I’ll see you at home, okay?”

When you got home, you were mentally exhausted. You worked on your essay as long as you could before it was pointless, because you couldn’t focus when your mind was so preoccupied with Jimin.

Maybe you should apologize for your behavior. Surely he was wondering why you kept pulling away from him, pushing him away. Jimin wasn’t an idiot and deserved more than that.

You remembered what Jungkook had said in the hospital. He has a right to know. Was that true? Did it matter, when there was nothing he could say to change your mind? He was your best friend, your favorite companion, but you were his owner. There were boundaries.

But deep down you knew that was just an excuse to you, because the fact of the matter was, you were too afraid to tell Jimin how you felt because you were afraid of rejection.

You hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep until you were jerked awake by a sudden weight on the couch. Jimin was crawling on top of you, and you grunted when he collapsed and settled down, head resting heavy against your stomach and one arm winding around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Hey,” you mumbled, voice scratchy with sleep. “What time is it?”

Jimin made a vague sound in the back of his throat. He nuzzled against your shirt, drawing it up until you could feel his warm breath over your bare skin. You threaded one hand through his hair and he purred when you trailed a finger up his ear. “Like three.”

“In the morning?”

He giggled. Craning your neck, you observed the bleak darkness outside your living room window and smacked him on the shoulder playfully. “You’re late. I tried waiting up for you.”

“I’m sorry,” he pouted, with a slight lisp. It caught your attention, and you realized he felt like an inferno on top of you, radiating a frankly concerning amount of heat. You tapped on his chin until he raised his head high enough to look at you, and his gaze was glazed over like icing on a donut, catching in the low light.

“Are you drunk?” you asked, and Jimin exploded into another round of giggling. “Oh, my God, you are. How did you get in here?”

“Yoooongi-hyung helped me,” he laughed. “Hobi-hyung couldn’t get out of the car.”

Knowing Hoseok when he was drunk, you were surprised he hadn’t fallen asleep at the bar. No doubt he had been asleep in the backseat, leaving Yoongi to help Jimin upstairs before driving them both home.

“How much did you drink?” you asked. You felt him shrug, and he seemed to like the sensation, because he shrugged again and again in rapid succession, still giggling.

You laughed at the incredulity of it. You’d never seen Jimin drunk before, but it warmed your heart to see him so light-hearted and bubbly. You stared at the ceiling and sighed in contentment. When you looked back down you realized Jimin was staring at you again, intense enough to make you want to squirm.

(Y/N),” he said. “(Y/N), (Y/N). Why don’t you like me?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, but you still laughed absent-mindedly. “I like you, Chimy. Why wouldn’t I?”

“No, you don’t,” he insisted, eyes rounded. “Not like—like—,”

But you never figured out how you didn’t like Jimin, because he groaned and dropped his head back down onto your stomach, too exhausted to hold it up. You internally cooed at how cute drunk Jimin was, before he sucked in a deep breath and started mouthing at your sternum, sucking the material of your shirt into his mouth and wetting it with his tongue.

Time for drunk Jimin to go to bed.

You wiggled, trying to shift out from underneath his weight. He let out a tortured groan and tried to stand up but stumbled, and you caught him before he could fall on his face. You supported his weight, but he ended up wrapping himself around you in a proper hug, his breath rustling the hair at the nape of your neck.

“(Y/N),” he murmured, swaying. For a flash you were reminded of his dance practice, how it felt to move against him, in tandem. “You smell good. Have I ever told you that?”

The breath whooshed out of your chest when you felt Jimin’s lips brush the sensitive skin behind your ear. “Yes, you have. Let me get you to bed, okay?”

It was an absolute chore just getting him down the hallway. He was determined to be no help, nosing at your neck and rubbing his cheek against your own. He could barely walk in a straight line and was ridiculously sweaty, like he’d ran a marathon. When you finally wrestled him into the bedroom, you had to brace yourself on the bed to catch your breath.

“(Y/N),” he demanded, throwing himself onto the bed. His shirt pulled up and you stared at the pale strip of bare skin exposed to your hungry gaze. “Touch me.”

You gaped at him, still panting. “What?”

“It’s hot,” he whined. He rolled around until he was spread-eagle, hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. “I’m hot, touch me. Touch me. Touch meee—,”

“Cut that out!” you cried, as he started unbuttoning his jeans. Jimin groaned again and dragged his shirt up until it was bunched around his chin, entire chest and abdomen uncovered.

Jimin had been raw-boned and skinny when you’d met him, but after almost half a year of eating well and dancing, his body was much more built. Still thin, but toned and leaner, coiled with sinewy muscles that bulged when he moved. With a wet gasp, you panicked and turned your back when he yanked the shirt over his head.

Jimin was grunting in his effort to remove his clothing, and your imagination was running wild. Your face was flushed hot enough to burn. He let out a low growl and you heard the mattress start thumping. When you turned back around, Jimin was almost completely naked, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his sweat-stained shirt discarded next to the bed. One leg was free while the other was trapped in his pant leg, and you realized it was because he’d never taken off his shoes.

You hoped he was too drunk to remember tonight in the morning because for a moment you paused, slack-jawed, simply staring at Jimin’s exposed body. He let out a low whine that sent a bolt of heat through your core.

“Quit moving,” you hissed, approaching him. He was bouncing up and down hard enough to slam your headboard into the wall. “You’re going to wake up everyone on this floor.”

You didn’t even want to imagine the impression your neighbors had of you now. At the foot of the bed, you shucked the shoe off his free foot and made a grab for the other. Pinning his second leg down, you maneuver his other shoe off. Once it was gone you tugged down his pant leg and left him in nothing but his underwear.

Jimin sighed and stopped squirming. He reached a hand out to you, and his tail was thumping restlessly at his side. “Come here.”

“You’re the worst drunk I’ve ever seen,” you said, instead of complying. You crawled onto the bed briefly, intending to grab yourself a pillow before retreating to the couch, until Jimin sat up suddenly and his face was only inches from your own.

He sighed your name and your stomach clinched. Reaching forward, he dragged one hand down your arm before grasping your hand in his own. He leaned forward and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

He’s going to kiss me, you thought suddenly, joyously, until the sharp bite of reality set in. You jerked at the last moment and his mouth brushed your cheek. You pulled away from him and let go of his hand. He stared at you with a dark, bottomless gaze that left you shivering, although you couldn’t figure out what the look in his eyes meant.

“Jimin,” you whispered, and before you could stop yourself, your hand came up to cup his cheek. It was wrong, this was wrong. Jimin was your hybrid and he was intoxicated and you shouldn’t be enjoying the feeling of his skin against your own. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“(Y/N),” he murmured again, and your chest was twisting. His head dropped until his forehead was brushing your chin, and you gently pushed him back until he was flat on his back.

“Get some sleep,” you told him. You almost made it off the bed before Jimin reached out and flexed his fingers, like a child reaching for their favorite toy. He was asking you to stay without saying it out loud, either too tired to move his mouth or unsure of what even he himself was trying to say.

You knew you should reject him, press his wrist against the mattress and spend a lonely night tossing and turning on the couch, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him alone in such a vulnerable state.

And so, you relented, crawling back into bed and settling on the very edge. Jimin mumbled incoherently but seemed to finally be at that point of drunkenness where he was too tired to do anything but lay there. It was too hot to be comfortable, but you’d chop off your own foot before stripping and sleeping next to Jimin unclothed with your self-control tattered.

He must have been too hot to cuddle, but he scooted backward until his back was pressed against your own, spine digging into your skin. Once he was touching you he sighed in relief, relaxing as his tail wound lazily around your thigh. Curled up, you hugged your own pillow to your chest and let your eyes fall shut, falling asleep under the oppressive heat of Jimin’s body and your blanket.

~~~

You woke up that morning to a sudden weight being lifted off the bed, followed by terrible retching coming from the bathroom. Your shirt was slicked to your body with a mixture of Jimin’s sweat and your own, and you felt sticky and gross. A quick glance at your phone confirmed that it was only seven in the morning, and your alarm wasn’t set to go off for another hour.

You grumbled and stretched, popping your back in the process. You��d slept terribly, but you hadn’t expected any less. Rolling off the bed, you padded into the bathroom and found Jimin in the ever-growing familiar position of head-in-toilet. His back was heaving, and he kept brushing the hair off his forehead as he emptied everything in his stomach.

After a long minute, he finally reached an impasse, spitting into the water. You handed him a towel and he didn’t look up as he wiped his mouth, returning to his ready position. He looked like he could throw up again at any moment.

“You want a headband?” you asked, patting his back sympathetically.

Jimin groaned, and it echoed in the toilet bowl. “Why are you always around when I throw up?”

“Because I love you,” you chirped, voice teasingly light. “All of you. Even the hungover part.”

He groaned again, white-knuckled gripping the porcelain. You combed a hand through his hair, keeping the near-dripping, sweaty mess off his forehead. Swiping a comforting thumb down his cheek, you were surprised when he leaned up and stared at you, skin still sallow. For a moment you felt like he was looking right through you, staring at a part of you that no one had ever cared to notice before.

“I love you, too,” he admitted, and your heart clenched. (Y/N). Touch me. Come here. Jimin hadn’t been in his right mind last night. He may love you, but not in that way—just how a friend would love a friend.

“How much of last night do you remember?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light.

Jimin looked sheepish. “I don’t even remember leaving the bar.”

You were so relieved you laughed. Standing up, you went into the kitchen and got him a glass of water. He drank the water greedily, but you wanted to wait to give him pain medication until you were sure he was done throwing up. He was still sweaty and trembling, and you sat next to him on the floor and stroked his arm while he swiped at the sweat dripping down his temple.

“I might make breakfast,” you said, eyeing his face. “In the mood for anything particular?”

His face went pale at the mention of food, and you laughed again as he leaned shakily over the toilet bowl, preparing for another round. You left to grab the Ibuprofen.

Jimin got notified a week after his audition that he got the solo. Hoseok had a solo as well, and the three of you, along with Namjoon, Jungkook, Taehyung and Yoongi, went out drinking to celebrate. Even Jin made it out, after running home to thoroughly sterilize himself of the scent of the shelter. Jimin didn’t indulge near as much as last time, but Taehyung watched you all get tipsy in amusement from his seat at the end of the bar, nursing a bottle of soda.

The closer Jimin got to his performance, the more nervous he got. You tried to comfort him when you could, cuddling closer on the couch, wrapping around him in bed and stroking his hair until he fell asleep with a tight-fisted grip on your t-shirt.

That night, to say Jimin rocked his solo was an understatement—he was transcendental, capturing the attention of the audience with barely the flick of his wrist. You watched him in awe and cheered like crazy when he was finished. At the end of the performance you maneuvered your way backstage, until Jimin emerged and followed your scent to were you were, throwing himself at you and wrapping you into a hug.

Time was suspended, but you nuzzled closer to him. He pulled back and cupped your cheek with one hand, grinning in affection. He rubbed his sweaty forehead against your own and laughed when you cringed.

“Was I good?” Jimin asked. His eyes were sparkling like a cloudless night sky and you were drowning in them, sucked so deep you were sure you would never find your way out.

You wrapped yourself around him again and sighed in comfort, and it was home. Everything about him felt like home. “You were fantastic.”

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sleepyfan-blog · 6 years ago

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Free at last Dreamtale? We need the fluff!! Your writing is so good ^^

Adskrjleaf thanks

Prompt: Free at last

Fandom: Undertale AU

Characters and pairing: Dream, Nightmare, Reaper!Sans, Dreammare

Warnings: Cursing, forced magical ritual

Word count: 1,879

Summary: Reaper comes to Dream with a proposition. He accepts in the hope that it will help him save Nightmare from the darkness that has consumed him.

“Are… Are you sure this will work? What… What will happen if the ritual fails?” Dream asks, looking at Reaper steadily, nervous but hopeful. The god of death had approached him weeks ago, a book in hand and an offer that he desperately wanted to take the other up on.

“Then we’ll have forcibly summoned a very angry Nightmare and have to run for it. The Gaster of my world is the god of magic, and he’ll be the one to set up the space and charge the gemstones. Normally a purification ritual like this requires the full consent of the person affected by the corruption… But you two are a very unique case. The two of you are created from the same magic, natural opposites but meant to balance one another and work together. Your very existence depends on his and the same is true in reverse…a nd given how deeply he’s lost in the corruption, your consent and participation in the ritual should be enough for it to work.” Reaper explained patiently. He wasn’t going to pressure the other into saying yes - it had to be his decision freely.

“I… May I look the ritual over? Also… What… Uhm. What will happen to the source of corruption?” Dream hadn’t spoken of the apples to anyone. Not even to Ink and Blue.

“That depends on the source, but it will be separated from him. If it’s some sort of lingering spirit or DT source, it’ll need to be contained and properly disposed of properly, but I have ways of dealing with that as well.” Reaper responded confidently “There will be a specially prepared space to hold whatever it is that has corrupted him… Although if you do know what it is and can tell us about the source of it, so that we would be able to better fine-tune the holding area, I’d be grateful.”

Dream hesitated, his eye lights flicking upwards to the very powerful neutral Sans before looking down at his chest, specifically the spot where the single apple of positivity still resided, having fused with his spirit to give himself something that was more or less a soul. He was… Relatively sure that he could trust Reaper - the other had never shown favoritism towards destruction or creation - good or evil, staying neutral in exchange for his AU to be left alone… And to not join the battle on the opposing side to those who bothered him and his. “So I… I think I should first bring you to the ruins of our timeline, and then I will… I will explain everything I know. Please understand I… That I’ve never told anyone this, so talking about it is… Difficult.” He can feel the tears burn and sting in his eyes, but Dream is determined to explain. He… He believes that Reaper means what he says, and from what he’s seen of the ritual… It will probably work? Especially if he allows them the chance to study his own apple-soul. It’s much weaker than Nightmare’s but… The principal is much the same? Probably?

Three years. Three long years of preparation and uncomfortable prodding and poking - as well as occasionally allowing himself to get smacked around by Nightmare in order to collect bits and pieces of the other’s corrupted magic for Godly Gaster to study and learn more about how the both of their powers worked. Three years of preparation of the ritual chambers and Dream stood opposite of Reaper, standing in one of the two summoning circles, shivering a little as he could hear the other’s voice rise and fall to the tempo of the magical chanting - the god of magic’s presence and voice guiding and steadying the very powerful spell.

Dream flinches a little as Nightmare suddenly appears in a burst of cyan magic, his singular visible eye light blazing with fury and confusion, the other’s tentacles slamming against the magical protections, drawing away and hissing as he was unable to escape. He paced around the small circle, throwing himself against the protections, only to draw away as they pulsed, forcing him to stay in the very center, turning around and glaring down at Dream, tilting his head a little, his voice audible over the sound of the chanting, his voice lighter and closer to what it used to be in centuries, not that the other seemed to have noticed “What is going on, Dream?”

“I… We’re going to save you, Nightmare.” Dream answered with a sweet smile, gesturing a little around them, hoping that he could reach the other’s true self “From the corruption that has twisted your mind and changed your body.”

“You what?” Nightmare hissed, rushing towards him and bouncing off of the protective sigils, hissing angrily, his tentacles trying to lash out at the runic circle at his feet - or to try to destroy one of the powered gemstones keeping him in place “This could kill us both. Are you really putting our fate in the hands of Death Dream? Would you really rather have us both killed, than for me to rule the multiverse?”

“That’s not… That’s not why I’m doing this. I-I want to s-save you, Ni-Nighty. Reaper said that this should work and I believe him. It won’t… If the ritual fails, he says it won’t kill us and I… From what I’ve seen, I believe him.” The positive guardian responded shaking his head a little bit as he tries to smile reassuringly up at his other half.

Nightmare was about to say something else when the magic flared powerful around the both of them, and the both of them screamed in agony as it sunk down into their very bones. Dream and Nightmare hit the floor at the same time, and before the darkness eating the edges of his vision claimed him, Dream noticed that the black, viscous substance that had covered his brother from the moment he’s fully transformed was draining away as very familiar pitch-black apples began to fly out from the center of Nightmare’s chest. He arched in pain and fell unconscious as he watched the golden apple that made up his own soul rose from the center of his chest and flew away.

Dream woke up free of pain. Which, for some reason, terribly confused the guardian of positivity. He stirred from the very comfortable bed he’d been set down on, rubbing one of his eye sockets and stretching as he looked around the unfamiliar room. Plain brown walls, neatly made up beds in two parallel rows stretching from one end of the hall to the other… Nothing and no one familiar, though he could feel a warm presence next to him that was achingly familiar. He nuzzled into the warmth, rolling closer and smiling sleepily as he looked at Nightmare.

He was uncorrupted - his bones clean of the dripping, awful corruption, his aura much lighter and gentler than it had been in a very long time. Nightmare was even wearing his old guardian uniform - including his golden circlet with the crescent. The other was still sleeping, but his breathing was even and the pulse of his magic was steady and consistent with the other sleeping. A treacherous sob crawled it’s way out of Dream’s chest and he desperately clung to his beloved, his face buried into the other’s chest, shaking and crying quietly, hoping that he didn’t wake the other up.

An exhausted “Dr… Dreamy…? Why are you crying? Hey… Shhh… it’s okay… It’s okay, love. I’m here. We’re both here. We’re safe and I… I’m here. I love you so, so much and we’re both okay. I..” came from Nightmare, who looked at him, frowning ever so slightly as one of his hands gently came up and cupped one of his cheeks, gently wiping the tears from his face. “Thank you for saving me. I… I’m so sorry for hurting you… F-for killing and tormenting s-so many… I… I really am the monster that the… The villagers thought I was.”

“No! No you’re not… The… The power of the negative apples and the mistreatment of the villagers for… For such a long time drove you mad, Nightmare.. But I… I could see bits and pieces of who you really are, even though the corruption made you a dust-hungry and blood-thirsty tyrant. B-but you’re back to yourself, and I… I’m so glad that you’re back.” Dream responded fiercely, a determined expression appearing on his face as he hugged the other back tightly, realizing that he was still crying - but they were happy tears.

“I… I tried to stop but I was… I c-couldn’t stop eating the apples. There w-was this voice in my head t-to continue and I… Then everything went dark and I could hear the voice laughing using my mouth, killing e-everyone and I… I’m s-so sorry.. Then it… We hurt you and I… I wanted to protect you and it changed the intention of the spell… I think that the voice intended on trying to c-corrupt the apple you ate.. Instead the spell turned you to stone…” Nightmare stuttered out, crying and clinging tightly to his beloved, the centuries of ugly, awful memories of what he’d done when utterly giving into his every worst thought and cruel impulse “How… How did you never give up on me? I was so… S-so lost.”

“Because I… I had to keep up hope that you could be saved, my darling. Otherwise I would have broken down into despair. I ne-nearly did, actually. More than once. But I… I had to keep up hope in my heart, in order to try to find a way to save you… And…And I managed it.” Dream murmured, a small smile appearing on his face.

“I’m finally free of the blinding hatred and misery that I couldn’t resist, no matter what I did for so long… and I have you and Reaper to thank for that. I… I don’t know what we’re going to do from now on… But I… I’d like to try to repair some of the damage that I’ve done.” Nightmare murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Dream’s teeth “Starting with you. So please… I… I am very, truly sorry for hurting you as badly as I have, and.. And I would like to know what I can do to show that I am genuinely repentant.”

“I… Ni-nightlight I… You don’t have to… To do that…” Dream protested, before sighing a little and settling into his beloved’s hold and murmuring “I… Just please stay with me. I don’t want us to be apart any longer. I love you so, so much and I n-never want to be away from you f-for so long ever again. I forgive you, Nightmare.”

The hesitant and worried expression on Nightmare’s face melted into a relieved and grateful grin “I… I thank you Dream. You’ve always been too forgiving, but I will show you to the best of my abilities that I mean it and that I truly do care for you.”

“I love you too, Nightmare, and I know that you mean it. I-I can feel it in your aura.” Dream answered back, nuzzling into the other. The two of them continued to cuddle one another happily.

#good things happen bingo #dream #nightmare #reaper!sans #reapertale gaster #my writing #dreammare #cursing tw #tell me if I need to tag anything

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khhminimalist · 6 years ago

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Best Absolute Perfect Experience

I have finally gone to a B.A.P concert. After years of waiting, they came to Miami. So what better way to share my experience than my lame attempt to write a one-shot about it all. I’m not the best creative writer, so I’d appreciate any feedback!

P.S. The ending was changed because I’m a hopeless romantic, and I’m writing this in the point of view of the reader. It’s a work of fiction, so why not? Also, the photo used is mine.

Word Count: 2.4k+

Shaking. Your legs were shaking as you waited in line to enter the venue. Your emotions were running wild as you stared at the ticket that was scanned earlier.

B.A.P “Forever" North American Tour

Row A, Seat#

Miami, FL

After almost seven years since their debut, four years since Bang Yongguk mentioned the city he wanted to visit; they were right behind those doors, backstage getting ready. It almost felt unreal that it was happening. The six men who crafted alluring songs and performances are here. The six men that guided you through important parts of life. You rubbed your BAP ring around your neck and calmed your breathing in order to attempt to stop the shaking. The actions were interrupted once the doors opened and the fans started to flood the venue towards their respective seats. You made conversation with a fellow BABY that you met online, and you two jammed out to the instrumentals being played. Soon after, you saw a herd of fans running towards the empty seats in the front. From the corner of your eye, you saw the venue manager laugh at our silliness. The venue wasn't as crowded as you hoped; we barely filled halfway.

Whether it’s one or a million fans, we’ll show B.A.P love, you thought.

The lights dimmed and the cheers roared - the concert begun.

Ethereal. An adjective meaning extremely delicate and light in a way that it is unearthly. There stage presence was ethereal. For so long you’ve seen them through a screen, watched their live performances, reality shows, when a member hosts, but as they performed before you, your emotions (and whole soul) practically left your body.

The boys performed four numbers straight, and you wondered how their stamina will last for the rest of the concert. Sweat was dripping down their face, glistering as the lights hit them. Their choreography was smoother than sharp compared to the videos you’ve watched. Their stylistic vocals were intoxicating. B.A.P’s stage presence was unfathomable.

“We are B.A.P Yessir!”

The cheers ringed in your ears as the boys introduced themselves and gave opening remarks (which was being translated). Youngjae mentioned that Yongguk could not be with them for this tour, but they would give their best in each performance. And they did.

Himchan was beyond beautiful. No person can be this gorgeous. It’s unexplainable. He worked hard throughout each performances covering his and majority of Yongguk’s parts in the songs. He had to bear that weight on his shoulders, yet he was phenomenal. However, you saw that he was practically drenched in sweat each performance. You hoped that he wasn’t overworking himself. He needs rest. With everything going on with his case, he was timid and probably worried, to go on this tour. Even so, he made sure that we had fun. He even asked if we ate before the concert and to go eat after. You swore you made eye contact with him at least once or twice. The first time when you were practically sweating and trying to cool yourself off by flapping your blouse, while he was casually sipping his water. The second time, when he came in front of you and gave this smug look before continuing onto his part of the song.

The fancams and music show performances do not do Daehyun’s vocals justice. His emotion through each song was present. He wasn’t lacking anything. No matter how many high notes he sings, his voice only solidifies. When he came close to the audience and sang at your camera, you wanted to flop on the floor. He did his solo performance, “Baby.” You read some of the rough translations online. You were crying because this man truly loves his fans. No matter how many times us, BABYz, say we love him more, he’s always fighting back. It is always a constant tug of war with him. Towards the end of the concert, he told the crowd that he discovered a different side of him here. You were stunned. A crowd that only (probably) filled ten rows had such an impact on him. Your heart swelled.

Your eyes always shifted back to Youngjae every performance. Something about the way he feels the music catches your attention every time. Not only that, his features were so stunning to look at. Your brother, that came along, even said that Youngjae was such a beautiful human. During the Q&A, someone asked if he was enjoying Florida, and this bird decided to say “sure.” The fans were confused and just laughed. Himchan interjected saying he’d like to come to Miami to play, but Youngjae said that Miami was expensive. You laughed at his statement because it was true. His solo performance, “Farewell,” was enchanting. His baritone voice could not compare to what you expected it to be. You found yourself tearing up in his performance for the lyrics was about a lover leaving him, yet he is asking his lover to be happy and bidding them farewell while reminiscing on their shared love. It almost felt like the song was him bidding the fans, that left, a warm farewell and appreciated their love for him. With those thoughts in mind, you silently cried.

His stage presence grew with every comeback. Jongup was intoxicating and dangerous. His reverse charm is practically his key point. Soft and fluffy Jongup during fan interactions and fun, heartfelt songs. Charismatic and sexy Jongup during the more powerful performances like “One Shot” and “Hands Up.” His “Try My Luck” solo stage left you awestruck. Your mouth was agape throughout the whole performance. The way his body moves with such fluidity was inhuman. Moreover, he demonstrated high skill levels in his vocals, rap, and dance. His persona on stage was enticing. Yet you were reminded of how dorky he was when he knocked Himchan’s mic during the last song number.

Tall, beanstalk Zelo was just a five-year-old boy AND a 22-year-old man. He can be a baby AND charismatic. His English was rather smooth and impressive. Along with Himchan, he also covered some of Yongguk’s parts during the performances. His musicality was shown through his original song, “Howler.” You were pretty sure that some girls were dead after he teased the fans with giving a peak of his tattoo. In contrast to that “sexy” moment, you laughed at how he shimmed from house left to right. His comfortability on stage made you happy.

The concert soon came to a close with Zelo shouting out that he didn’t want to go while cuddling an Angry Bird that was thrown on stage. Once the lights were back on, your legs gave out and you plopped on the floor. You just saw B.A.P live, and you were shaking again. Getting up once they started to gather those who bought packages for the photo ops and high touch, you took out the presents that you made for them. You made five paper roses to take pictures with them. Also, metal stamping was a hobby of yours, so you decided to make the rings. You were worried that they wouldn’t fit or it would just go to waste and they’d throw it away because it wasn’t like Gucci or Tiffany. But you shook your head to get rid of such thoughts. Just them receiving it is enough.

You found yourself third in line for the individual photos. Your heart was racing because you were not prepared to see them up close. It didn’t help when they appeared and lined up. You patiently waited for your turn until you realized you did not want to be holding the gift boxes during the individual photos since you have tiny hands it may fall. Before your turn, you made eye contact with a Korean staff member. You gazed towards your gifts and his eyes followed to your hands. He opened his hands and motioned at you. You were a bit stunned, at first, but you placed the gifts in his hands and thanked him.

Once your sweet little interaction with the staff was over, you were motioned by the theater staff to come up. The first person was Youngjae. He said hello, and you returned it with a shy smile. You gave him the paper rose from your pocket. He looked a bit shocked but thank you nonetheless. You didn’t know if you could wrap your arms around his waist since manner hands are important in Korea but you didn’t have time to think as the photographer started to count up. You took the picture and hoped that you turned out decent. He was going to give back the rose but you stopped him and told him that it’s his. He held it and gave a small ‘thank you.’ Next was Himchan and (once again) he greeted you hello. You grabbed a rose from your pocket and gave it to him. His gaze was intense as his eyes went to the rose in your hand. He seemed confused but pulled you in for the picture. You both threw up peace signs for the photo. After Himchan was Jongup, he greeted you with a soft eye smile and it warmed your heart. You gave him a rose, and he thanked you. He brought you close and placed his hand on your shoulder (you were short). He placed the paper rose in front of his face as you two took the pictures.

Daehyun soon greeted you. Your mind blanked when it came to him. He was much tanner than you thought and it was beautiful. Unconsciously, you tried grabbing another rose from your bag but it fell in front of him. You heard an audible “oh” from him. You quickly picked it up and apologized for dropping it. He gave a smile and gestured that it was alright. He bent his head to come closer to you and posed with the rose and a peace sign. Finally, it was Zelo. He greeted you and you gave him a smile. You tried looking for a rose but you didn’t feel anything in your bag or pocket. You started to look around on the ground. You and Zelo made eye contact as you were looking for it. He cocked his head in confusion. You went back to look for it, in hopes of finding it before the picture was taken. Yet lady luck was not on your side. The photographer started to count up to three. You heard an “oh” from Zelo, and you were panicking because he was counting fast. The two of you pulled into the pose. Your body was pressed against his chest because he’s a large bean. He posed by doing two peace signs around your small frame. You put a peace sign near your face. After it was done, you started to look for the rose again. “Did you lose something?” He asked. He started helping you with the very few seconds you had left. But to no avail. You knew other fans were waiting, so you smiled at him and told him it’s fine and you apologized while giving a small bow.

Gathering once again with other fans, you waited for the group photo op and high touch to happen. Waiting in line, you were shaking again. Your body was hot but you felt cold and empty. You started tearing up because you didn’t know what was happening and decided to lean on the railing dividers the staff put up to breath. You felt eyes staring at you. Soon enough, your eyes caught Himchan. You turned around really quick to see if he was looking at someone else. You saw no one else near the railing. You shifted your attention back to him. He tapped Jongup and said something. This caused Jongup to squint towards your general. Your face was burning at that point. Being realistic, you thought that the two were talking about someone else or other things for after the show. When it was your turn, your eyes meet with Youngjae as you walked towards the group. You started the high touch with Youngjae. Then, Himchan’s intense gaze was on you again. Your hands stayed on his for a while, until you realized you were staring and taking up time. You coughed awkwardly as you heard his chuckle vibrate against his chest. This caused your mind to go blank (again) and make Jongup’s, Daehyun’s, and Zelo’s high touch quick. You asked them to do a pose you had in mind. Daehyun was the only one that gave an audible acknowledgment. You placed yourself between Daehyun and Jongup for the picture. Daehyun once again slightly bent down to reach your height while leaning against Jongup. Once the photo was taken, you faced the members and did a small bow before heading towards the staff that was giving out the posters.

“Wait,” a voice startled you. You stiffened and were confused. So you being you, what did you do? You awkwardly turned around and tilted your head up a bit to look up at the person. It was Zelo. He put something in your line of sight. It was a paper rose that you made. “Were you looking for this?” He asked in slow English. Unable to form any sentences, you nodded your head. “May I?” he asked as he motioned to the rose in hand. Confused on what he wanted to do, you nodded your head again. He hesitantly placed part of your hair behind your ear and put the paper rose behind it. You slow let out the breath you were holding when he retracted his hand.

“I saw you have in hair earlier,” he stated, “Himchan hyung thought it suits you, too.” Your face went hot from this statement. “Too?” You said before you can even think. Biting your tongue, you flushed even more. Zelo bashfully said, “I think it suits you well, and you’re quite pretty.” His eyes shifted elsewhere rather than your eyes. You chuckled at how adorable he was.

“I think you’re quite pretty, as well,” you boldly stated. The tall beanstalk’s ears turned red, and he thanked you. From the corner of your eye, you saw a staff member looking at their watch. You knew that it was time to go.

“Thank you for remembering and coming to Miami,” you said, “I’m sorry we couldn’t fill up the venue like we hoped, but I hope you felt the love from all of us.”

As Zelo was processing your English, you started to walk backward towards the exit. He saw your movements and hurriedly asked in short English, “Next tour? Come?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,”

#b.a.p scenarios #bap scenarios #zelo #daehyun #himchan #Yoo Youngjae #moon jongup #Choi Junhong #kim himchan #jung daehyun #bang yongguk #yongguk #b.a.p #bap #bapforevertour

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carry-on-my-pretty-weeper · 6 years ago

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Catching Lightning Chapter 15

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Reader, Peter Parker, Avengers

Word Count: 4.5k+

Warnings: passing out, crying, near strangling

Author’s Note: hey everyone! since i’m a literal piece of shit and have not been posting here’s the longest chapter i’ve probably ever written! i hope you guys like it and i’m sorry for not updating in forever! there’s still a lot left to this story!

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<<14 / 16>>

When you woke up you were on Steve’s back as he took you back to the compound. You bounced with each step he took. What happened? The last thing you remember was taking out a bunch of bad guys. When you guys got to the compound you tried to speak it came out as a whisper since you didn’t have a lot of energy.

“Steve.”

“Haywire! You’re awake! Thank god,” he exclaimed as he laid you down on the floor.

“What happened?” you asked him bracing yourself on your elbows.

“Well, we fought Hydra agents and then you ended up passing out. You overused your powers-,” he tried to explain before you cut him off. You were started to piece together things from before passing out.

“I don’ think it was d’at,” he looked at you confused so you continued, “I was trainin’ with Nat d’en I went on that run with you and I hadn’ eaten anything since last night. Then fightin’ all them bad guys pushed me ova the edge.” He let everything that came out of your mouth run threw his mind before deciding on what to say.

“You have to take care of yourself. If something happened to you I- I don’t even know what we’d do,” he said gently but firm. You looked down and found your belt to be incredibly interesting. You didn’t think you could look at him right now. He seemed really disappointed. Rightfully so. Although it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“But I’m not going to leave what you did unrecognized. You did protect me and get us both out of that mess so good job. But take care of your body. If you don’t take a break to rest and recharge your body will make you rest and recharge,” he asserted. You nodded your head as he helped you up.

“You’re lucky I didn’t tell Tony or else you’d never see the light of day again,” he joked causing you to laugh. That’s what he was waiting for. He needed to get through to you but he also liked the joking vibe that you had between you two.

“At least I’d be able to understan’ what he was sayin’ unlike you. Ya know with yur ol’ man hearing,” you quipped while grinning at him.

“I can still tell Tony, Tony!” he yelled to the building. You quickly started apologizing and trying to shield his mouth.

“Steve! No I’m sorry Steve! Steve!” you squawked, “Don’t tell Tony!”

“Don’t tell Tony what?” speak of the freaking Devil. Ah fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Haywire didn’t want me to tell you,” you looked at him with the best puppy face you could muster. Looking at your sad face he couldn’t rat you out . He silently cursed before saying “That when we were jogging back she tripped and ate it.” He shot you a ‘there happy?’ look to which you quickly nodded. Tony laughed before putting a hand on your shoulder.

“It okay it happens to the best of us,” he commented starting to walk back into the compound. Steve mouthed to you ‘you’re welcome’ as he walked after Tony. Thank everything to ever exist that Steve didn’t tell Tony. When you entered the compound you were tackled by a brown and white flash of fur. She immediately started to lick your face. You pushed her onto her back as you started to rub her belly.

“She was an angel,” Bucky said leaning up against the wall. You got up and thanked Bucky again for taking care of Sparks as you went to the kitchen to eat food. Cap’s orders. When you walked in you saw Steve making pancakes.

“I’m making these for you how many do you want?” he asked over his shoulder so that he was careful not to burn any.

“A thousan’- nah a million!” you exclaimed as you poured yourself some water. You pounded it only to receive a mild brain freeze.

“Let’s start off with two then see how you feel,” he suggested with a chuckle. You ended up eating eight. He kept telling you to slow down or at least taste them but you were starving. It was like 11 o’clock but you were already bordering tired. You had to wait until all the pancakes kicked in to give you energy.

Thinking back to what happened during the fight you realized you made a mini storm. You hadn’t ever done that before. Could it be possible you were getting stronger? I mean the more you work out the stronger you get so why wouldn’t that apply to powers?

Steve made some pancakes for himself and sat next to you. He was happily eating his food as he rubbed Sparks with his foot. You noticed that having Sparks around seemed to put everyone more at ease. She definitely put you more at ease so you were happy she could do the same for others. But she was also majorly happy to be showered with so much love from everyone at the compound. When you were training or when you couldn’t take care of her the rest of the team would chill out with her.

Clint and Sam would play around with her, Vision and Bucky would read while she laid on a part of them, Steve and Wanda would just shower her with kisses, Rhodey and Tony would work while she laid at their feet, and Nat and Bruce would walk her. But in the end you were still her favorite. As soon as you entered the room she was by your side and wouldn’t leave you unless she had to. Of course she also hung out with the others but as long as it was close to you.

Finishing off your plate you washed off your dishes and made your way to your room with Sparks not far behind. When you reached your doorway you kicked off your shoes before heading into the shower. Sparks waited on your bed while you cleaned yourself.

Thinking about everything that happen one thing that struck you was the fact that even though you had passed out Steve hadn’t removed your mask. He had only put your hood down. That made you trust him even more because he understood how much your identity meant to you.

As you were washing out your hair you noticed how your muscles were pretty sore which didn’t really happen that often. Well not since the whole powers thing. Powers. Even though it had been a while since having them it still felt weird to say. The hot water pulled out all the cold feelings that had been stuck in your body from the day. All the worry and fear was dulled by the constant stream of warmth. You let your head rest on the wall as you closed your eyes.

Reminding yourself that you had to actually leave the shower at some point, you shifted your weight to your other foot as you turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower you felt the cold tiles of the floor as you grabbed a towel. You dried yourself off and once more stared at your suit. Shoving yourself inside of it you made your way out of the bathroom. Sparks was asleep on your bed as you went to lay down on it. She rolled on her side as if to make herself a pillow. You gladly rested your head on her stomach as you relaxed. Tony walked by your room, once he noticed you were in it he reversed himself till he was in your doorway.

“Haywire, we were going to continue to watch Supernatural would you like to join?” he asked obviously trying to keep you from becoming a hermit in your room.

“Is d’at even a question?” you countered. I mean you had started them off on it. Walking with Tony and Sparks you had made some small talk. When you got to the room you noticed a new face sitting on the couch. Was that Peter fucking Parker? What the fuck was he doing there? You remembered his Stark internship. Did that mean he worked closely with the Avengers? He never mentioned that before and you knew that that was definitely something he would bring up.

“Haywire I’m sure you noticed a new face here. Meet Spiderman,” Tony said not realizing that with those words your rose tinted world would be smashed. Spiderman, your friend was Spiderman. Not knowing how to react you just stood there as Peter got up to say hello.

“Nice to see you again,” he added onto Tony’s greeting.

“Ah- uh yeah! It’s nice seein’ ya too,” you stuttered out desperately trying to find what to say. This was all too much to take in. Holy fuck. Holy fuck! So this is why he would disappear so much and get so many injuries. The air started to get stale due to lack of conversation. Trying to salvage the conservation you talked about watching the show. Peter had just laughed and sat down. Asking him why he laughed he told you how it was one of his good friends favorite shows. Thank god your mask covered most of your face because it definitely would’ve showed how badly you were freaking out. Sparks noticed and immediately started to lick your hand in an attempt to calm you down. It was working. Peter looked over at her and his eyes lit up.

“And who’s this beauty?” he questioned as he offered up his hand for her to sniff. She quickly gave him a once over before deciding to flop on top of him. He was surprised but appreciated the gesture as he started to stroke her fur.

“That’s my bud Sparks,” you answer before sitting next to him. She immediately perked up and wiggled her way next to you. Laughing at her you scratched behind her ears. She leaned into your touch and started to uncontrollably scratch her leg.

The episode started and you spent the entire time debating what to do with Peter. Should you tell him you know his identity? Tell him yours? Questions filled your head to the brim. There was not much of the episode left as you started to freak out more. Sparks sensed this once again and tried her best to calm you down. You just drummed your fingers along her ribs.

Tony noticed you looked a bit more tense and he wondered if it was because there was another superhero there that you didn’t know as well. Unknown to him you knew him all too well. More than any person there. Regardless he noticed that your stress levels were definitely high. Even though he wanted to continue the episode, he wanted you to be okay. So he got up and started to crack open the cabinets to look for something to make with you. You peered over to Tony confused. Usually he waited till a lot later to cook dinner. When he caught your eye he nodded his head over to the kitchen signaling you to come over. Lifting Sparks up a bit you slipped out from under her as you walked over to Tony.

“Isn’ it a bit early for dinna?” you asked him cocking your head to the side.

“I thought we could make some sweets before dinner,” he said as he continued to grab ingredients.

“Sweets befor’ dinna? Thatsa first,” you chuckled. He handed you ingredients as you both started weaving throughout the kitchen.

Peter watched as Haywire stood up and went to talk with Tony. He felt a pang of jealousy. I mean you had just got here and he was already treating you better than he did Peter. Not that he treated Peter badly it’s just he treated you with more care. You both seemed so natural together as you worked in the kitchen. He watched as you two joked together but opted for looking away.

He diverted his attention to Sparks who was currently upside down and starting to snort. He gave that a little chuckle. But this dog was so cute. He wondered where you had gotten her. Giving her some belly pats she started to wag her tail so hard her butt started to shake back and forth as well. The other Avengers took notice and started looking at her instead of the TV. Some laughed while others, cough Clint cough, whipped out their phones and started recording. The faster she wiggled the harder she snorted. This caught your attention as you looked over at her. He saw a smile creep onto your face as you looked lovingly at your buddy. Peter could only see maybe an inch or two of your face but he couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity. Dismissing it for when you saved him he focused back to the present when he realized just how intently he was staring at you.

You glanced over to Peter’s face to find his already looking at you. He seemed to have realized this too and became flustered. He was probably thinking something along the lines of ‘great, now she thinks I’m creepy’. You knew him all too well.

Great! Now she thinks I’m a creep for staring at her! Peter quickly tried to think of the best way to deflect that fact when you seemed to just shrug it off. You walked over to Sparks and she flipped herself over and basically jumped into your arms.

“Who’s ma silly girl?” you asked your voice filled with overdramatic excitement. She just yipped in response. You gave her good scratches behind her ears and under her chin before Tony walked over to you.

“The cookies are in the oven now so we can just relax for 18 minutes,” he huffed plopping down onto the couch. You gave him a nod as you sat next to Peter instinctively. Realizing that he still didn’t know who you were, you left a bit of extra room between you two. This felt exactly like the night you saved MJ and had to pretend to not know her. The only person in your friend group who hasn’t had a run in with Haywire is Ned.

Poor guy, he was the one who loved superheroes the most out of your entire group. Peter coming in at a close second. Looking back at Peter you wondered how he had gotten his powers. I mean it’s not everyday someone gets them so what was his story? But due to the television being on you swallowed your questions and diverted your attention elsewhere.

Glancing down towards Sparks you noticed how much weight she had gained back. She was looking pretty healthy compared to the skinny pup that you had found 2ish weeks ago. She still had ways to go but she was certainly getting there. You lifted her up into your arms and leaned back against the couch. She just laid her head on your chest and watched you. You gave her a kiss on the nose before turning your attention towards the screen. She gradually drifted into her own sleep world. You could tell because every once in a while her leg would twitch or her ears would move.

When the timer for the cookies went off you unfortunately had to get up. She whined but you picked her up and laid her on Clint before heading into the kitchen with Tony.

“Do you think they’re ready?” Tony asked opening the oven just a smidge. The cookies had a light brown tint to them and the smell had started to dance throughout the kitchen.

“Yeah,” you said grabbing an oven mitt. After you slipped it on your hand you reached into the oven and grabbed the pan. Pulling it out you placed it on the counter with a quiet ting of metal on marble. You removed a hot cookie from the baking sheet and broke it in half. Offering one half to Tony he gladly took it. He ‘cheers’ed you with his half before you two tasted it. The hot cookie burned your mouth but the sweet and salty mixture overpowered it. It had the perfect amount of crunchy cookie and gooey chocolate. You couldn’t lie you both did an amazing job. Moving them onto a giant plate you brought it over to the other Avengers. It certainly diverted their attention from the screen for a moment. Hands reached over to the plate of cookies and before you knew it they were all gone.

“Oh my god this is great!” Peter exclaimed with his mouth full of cookie. He had two more in his hand as he all but inhaled his first cookie.

“Haywire’s like the team chef, her foods amazing!” Sam added onto Peter’s comment. You just blushed because compliments weren’t your forte.

“Tony helped out too,” you tried to argue. But Sam insisted that Tony’s food wasn’t half as a good before you. Tony just looked offended and tried to argue that his food was great before the entire team started to tell him that you were a better cook than him. Your face literally felt like it was on fire. Everyone just kept complimenting you and you didn’t know what to do. So you just sat as Sparks left Clint to lay on you.

“Hey!” Clint cried out as Sparks left him. You were always going to be her favorite. She looked back at him and tilted her head in a confused manner. He tried calling her back over to him but she stayed glued to you.

“Sorry Clint. I’m ‘er favorite,” you said with a shrug. He just let out a huff and turned his head back to the screen. What a baby.

This episode of Supernatural had started off with Dean finding Sam after he had been missing for a week. He had no memories of what happened but when security tapes showed him killing another hunter that’s when things went to shit. You were so engrossed in this episode as if you hadn’t watched it before. Steve kept gasping every time the littlest thing happened, Nat corrected them when they were fighting but for the most part thought it to be accurate, and Sam kept laughing at all of Dean’s jokes. Not to mention he was really happy that his name was the same name as one of the main characters. You kept feeling Peter’s eyes on the side of your face. You bet it was because he thought you looked familiar so you shielded your face with your arm nonchalantly. The battle from before on whether or not to tell him about you started back up in your head.

At the end of the episode when it turned out to be a demon that was controlling Sam everyone was relieved. I mean no one wanted Sam to end up being a bad guy. You finally decided on telling Peter since you knew his identity. When the next episode started up you asked if you could talk with him. His eyes had a splash of fear in them but he still accepted. You two walked towards your room and you sat on your bed while he stood waiting anxiously about what you were going to say to him.

Had you been creeped out with all his staring? Did you already hate him? Questions like this swirled in his mind before you opened your mouth.

“I don’ really know howda say this so imma just do it,” you started off feeling anxiety run throughout your body. You tried to calm yourself down to not cause an accidental power outage.

“I know who you are. As ‘n I know ya without ma suit and ya know me.”

“What? What do you mean?” he asked as his face scrunched together in confusion.

This was turning out to be harder than you thought it was going to be. Using your normal voice you continued.

“I know you because I’m y/n,” you finally said taking off your mask. He just stood there with his jaw on the floor and his eyes bulging out of his head.

“Y/n?” he practically whispered before crushing you in a hug. You hugged him back and tried your best to not cry. You missed him so much. To be completely honest more than you should but he was there and he was holding you and that’s all that mattered.

“I have been so fucking worried,” he said into your hair. His voice was wavering and you could tell it had been hard for him. You wondered how Ned and MJ were handling it as well. They had also been something missing from you. A piece of your puzzle of life that made it feel empty.

He pulled back from you to look at your face. He had been missing you for a week and a half but it felt like years. At first he thought you had been sick but after the third day of not showing up and not responding to anyone’s texts he got worried. He even stopped by your apartment but no one was home. He didn’t know what to think so he assumed the worst. But being here with you now it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of his shoulders.

“Why didn’t you at least tell one of us that you’d be gone?” he asked you scanning your face for anything and everything. You dropped his gaze, ashamed that you didn’t tell them.

“It all happened really fast. I told my parents that I was doing a Stark internship thing so that they could tell the school. After that I haven’t had communication with the outside world,” you professed while you fiddled with your hands. Glancing back up at his face you could tell his mind was going a million miles a minute.

“I-I’m just really glad to see you,” he sighed pulling you into another hug. You relaxed as he cradled you in his chest. This time you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes. He looked down at you in confusion before realizing what was happening.

“Hey, hey you’re okay. What’s wrong?” he asked tenderly as he tried to wipe your eyes.

“It’s just-I didn’t know when I would see anyone again and seeing you-you here just I don’t know,” you hiccuped. He just held you tightly until you got your breathing under control.

“Better?” he questioned. You nodded your head in reply.

“We should probably head back the others are probably getting concerned,” you mentioned as you wiped your eyes for the final time. Reaching over to your mask you put it back on. On the walk back he asked why you were wearing one. You explained to him that no one else except him knew your identity and you wanted to keep it that way. He seemed to think about that for a while before randomly asking about Sparks. Just like that you guys fell into conversation like how it used to be.

When you two got back you could tell, no matter how hard they were trying to hide it, the Avengers were interested in why you guys ran off alone. Nat bet the group that you two like each other and you were going to talk about it and Sam agreed. Tony completely rejected the idea saying that you had only known each other for a few hours. Clint thought you guys wanted to talk about teenager stuff. Steve suggested maybe you were trying to get to know him since he was the only new face to you. None of them were even close. Well, maybe Nat and Sam.

By the time you started making dinner with Tony everyone was itching to know what you guys talked about. Tony was deemed the one to find it out since he was the closest to you. Which made Steve try to argue that he was closest but it defaulted to Tony since he would be the one to talk to you soonest.

“So I saw that you pulled the kid aside,” he remarked grilling chicken, “what was that about?”

“Oh, we were just uh talkin’ about what I should expect if I go on missions and stuff.” Nice lie. You hated lying to Tony but you couldn’t tell him about knowing Peter.

“Why didn’t you ask one of us?”

“Well, ya know I wanted ta know how it was from da other teenager’s perspective.” He nodded his head as he listened to you. As long as you two didn’t, you know like each other in that way he was fine. Since you came to the compound he had quickly bonded with you. So for him boys were a heavy no go. A happy silence washes over the two of you as you weave around each other almost in like a choreographed dance.

When you two were done you took a step back and admired your guys’ hard work. You cooked chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and cornbread. The cornbread was your idea, it was something your dad made for you when you were sad. Not that you were sad! You just missed him and this reminded you of the old geezer. Bruce set the table while the rest of the team got comfy in their seats. When you brought out the food you were met by cheers from the team. What dorks, honestly these were supposed to be the most dangerous people in the world and here they were happy over food. Peter sat down next to Tony but after some whispering between the two of them Peter sat down next to you.

“What’s this all about?” you questioned keeping your voice low.

“Tony wants us to be friends because we’re both teenagers and he doesn’t want you to be alone when they’re on missions,” he responded as he reached for cornbread. The last bit caught your attention.

“I’m not going to get to go on missions?” you asked clearly taken aback. What good were powers if you didn’t get to use them? You were just as capable as they were. In fact you took down a couple of Hydra agents already.

“I don’t think so,” Peter said taking in your dejected face before adding, “It’s not a you thing. I don’t get to go on a lot of missions either. I think it’s because they don’t know what they’d tell May if I got hurt. They don’t want to bring us back in pieces.” I guess that made sense. But at the same time you still felt upset. You could handle yourself so you wouldn’t get hurt. Deciding to drop it you ate your chicken and picked at your cornbread. At least it would cheer you up.

That night while you tried to sleep you had another dream. Your consciousness felt like it was drifting until it hit something.

You were floating in space. Trying to look around you realized you couldn’t move. Your throat was burning, it felt like someone was strangling you. Every nerve in your body was inflamed and your heart was going to break through your ribcage. You realized you weren’t alone, there was a man with black hair floating next to you. His face looked close to blue, probably because the lack of air. In an instant he vanished and you were in an apartment. You could move so you stood up and looked around. Walking into a room you saw the same man from a second ago but he was normal. He was sitting down reading a book. When you took a step the floor creaked and he looked up at you.

“Who are you? How did you get here? Did the second rate magician send you?” he asked defensively standing up with knives in his hands. Where the fuck did he get those from?

“I don’t know how I got here. I was in space a second ago and you were there and I have no idea what is going on,” you spilled as electricity wrapped around your hands.

“How are you doing that?” he asked staring at you.

“Doing what?”

“Making lightning with your hands!” he urged clearly irritated. Looking down you hadn’t realized you had been doing that.

“I don’t know! It just happens! Usually I can control it but right now I’m kind of stressed out,” you all but yelled. Realizing he still had knives in his hands he placed them down.

“The only other person I know who can do that is my brother so forgive me if I am wary about you,” he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Who’s your brother?” you asked not daring to let your guard down. Those knives still scared you.

“Why should I tell you? I don’t even know you,” he said in a demeaning tone.

“Yeah and I don’t know you. Big deal! I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on. Plus if your brother has the same powers as me maybe he could help me.”

“Doubt it. Ever since I faked my death he’s left,” he mutters as if it’s a normal thing to do. Who fakes their own death? Is he running from the mafia? The government? That’s the only logical explanations you could think of.

“Well, then who are you since you won’t tell me who your brother is,” you demanded of him. This cemented a frown onto his face. He mumbled something under his breath.

“What?”

“Loki.”

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I'll put my future in you: A Charming Family Ficlet

I want to preface this by saying, major mentions of miscarriage and infertility in this. It goes into depth with the infertility potion that George gave Snow in Lady of the Lake. I love Baby Neal, he is amazing. However, @loboselinaistrash and I were discussing the price the lake water comes with. We believed that after Emma and Neal, Snow would never be able to get pregnant again. They were both miracles. I got an even more heartbreaking idea of what if Emma was the only miracle. What if after the curse broke, they could never get pregnant again?

Set in a canon divergence from the end of 3A forward. Pan's spell never had to be reversed, they all stayed in Storybrooke going forward.

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I'll whisper quietly I'll give you nothing but truth If you're not inside me I'll put my future in you-Ed Sheeran

Snow had always known that she wanted to be a mom. She was the little girl that played with dolls, her parents always bought her many. She played mommy to them, dressed them and never let them go. George taking her away her ability to have them, broke her heart. Yet, Ruth sacrificed her own life and made sure that the dream would come true.

Emma was beautiful, smart and incredibly strong. She was a perfect mix of both Snow and David, from her blonde hair to her green eyes. There were even the small things like Snow’s chin and David’s smile. She was kind, sarcastic and stubborn, the kind of person who fought for the underdog. Snow couldn’t be prouder.

It had been a year since the curse broke, a year since Neverland. In that moment, she had said she wanted another baby but after talking it through with David, they realized they needed to wait. They had to build a bond with Emma, make sure she knew they weren’t replacing her. They always planned on having more children, even if they had raised her. The confession hadn’t come out in the way that Snow wanted it to and she knew that there was work to be done.

So, they did it. They spent the year after Neverland fighting Zelena, but bonding too. They all learned a lot about each other and Emma even started calling them mom and dad on a permanent basis. They were a family and it was time to add to it.

Snow assumed it would be easy. She was technically 58, but she was also in the body of a 30 year old woman. She was extremely healthy, worked out and ate well. David had gotten her pregnant once, why should they have trouble doing so again?

It turned out she was half right. She got pregnant within their second month of trying and they were over the moon. Even Emma, who had time to adjust to the idea of a sibling, was so incredibly excited. They announced it at their anniversary party and soon, the town was abuzz. The epitome of true love would be having another child. Would they have magic like Emma? Who would they look like?

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Snow went in for an appointment and found that her baby no longer had a heartbeat. It came out of nowhere and was a low hit to her. David held her while she cried, clearly crying himself. Emma mourned the loss too, of the little sibling that she could’ve had. They stayed a bit closer knit after that. Henry spent a bit more time with Regina, knowing that his grandparents really needed the space.

Two months later, they tried again. This time, they were more cautious. They didn’t even tell Emma, they were going to wait until she was halfway through the second trimester before they said a word and as it turned out, they were wise to do so. Snow had some cramping two weeks after finding out and by the time they got to the hospital, there was nothing that could be done.

The third miscarriage was for a pregnancy that Snow didn’t even know about. They weren’t even going to try again so soon, they needed a break. However, one day she was teaching when she doubled over in pain and found blood dripping down her leg. At the hospital, she was told that she was experiencing an ectopic pregnancy. They had to remove the fallopian tube that the egg had gone into, in order to save her.

It had been a year since they had started the process. A year with three pregnancies, along with three miscarriages and one surgery. Snow and David needed answers. They went to the doctor and both went through lots of tests-of both the scientific and magical kind once Dr. Montgomery heard that Snow had once ingested an infertility potion. Three days later, they were called in for the results.

“So, David, you are fine,” Dr. Montgomery told the couple that rainy afternoon. “There should be no reason why you wouldn’t be able to get a healthy woman pregnant.”

David squeezed his wife’s hand. “Snow is healthy.”

She nodded. “She is. She exercises, has cut alcohol out of her diet.”

“I’ve also been taking vitamins like crazy,” Snow added. “And I drink about 8 glasses of water a day.”

“Well, that is no longer the medical standard, but I appreciate it,” Dr. Montgomery said with a small smile. “Snow, you can get pregnant, that is clear. However, I am afraid that your body will never be able to carry a pregnancy to term.”

A slow frown inched across Snow’s face. “But I did, before. With Emma.”

“I reviewed the records there.” She flipped through the files. “Emma was born a month early, correct.”

“Yes.”

“I did some research into the infertility potion that George used. There are several, but I did some research into where he was and what would be available. While you were able to heal yourself with the water, all magic does come with a price.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll never be able to carry a pregnancy to full term. To be perfectly honest with you, Snow, the fact that Emma was born at 8 months gestation is a bit of a miracle in itself.”

Tears pricked Snow’s eyes. She had lost Emma for 28 years, but the thought that she could’ve lost her before she was even born tore her apart inside. “So…I can never have another baby?”

“You can continue trying, but I wouldn’t advise it. Now that you’re down to one fallopian tube, that’s going to drastically change your odds of even getting pregnant.”

“There has to be something we can do,” David interjected, his voice breaking a bit. “A potion? A treatment? This was caused by magic, surely that can fix it.”

“I’m sorry, but there is nothing. If this was something purely scientific, I could suggest medical solutions, but there just are none. I’ve exhausted every option. I really didn’t want this to be the answer for you two, trust me.”

Emma sat at the kitchen table, tapping her pen against the wood. Her parents and Henry had been encouraging her to get her GED. She wanted to go to college at some point and it was the only way, short of night school. The practice tests were hard, though. She had dropped out of high school in the beginning of her junior year and that had been over 14 years ago.

The door opened and shut, her parents walking inside. She was about to ask how the appointment went, but Snow shuffled past the stairs and immediately went to bed. Emma saw her father’s face. That past year, she had seen them cry and go through utter turmoil. It was so hard to see them not be able to get what they wanted. She was devastated about the little siblings that she had lost, sometimes wondering how she could love them so much when she never even met them.

In that moment, however, her father looked even more devastated. He had clearly been crying. She got out of her chair, wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her tight, possibly tighter than he ever had before. He cradled the back out of her head and she could hear a sob escape his lips. She was still adjusting to all the hugs, but that past year especially, they had been clinging tighter to her. Emma understood completely, they were worried about losing her…again.

“Dad,” she whispered after a bit. “What happened?”

David pulled away, cupping her cheek and looking at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “Your mom won’t be able to have more kids.”

“But she’s been able to get pregnant.”

“She won’t be able to carry to term. That’s the price of the magic of the lake water she drank.”

“She had me, though…”

David smile in spite of his tears. “You were our miracle, Emma. You came at 8 months, which still wasn’t full term.”

Emma shook her head. “If she could carry me that long, surely she could another baby…” Her father shook his head and Emma could feel her throat catching. “But that’s…that’s not fair. You two want a baby. It’s all you’ve talked about this past year.”

“These things happen,” he whispered. “But hey, we have each other.” He kissed her forehead. “I really think your mom could use a quiet day with us. I know you were studying…”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s go be with Mom.”

“Dad,” she whispered after a bit. “What happened?”

David pulled away, cupping her cheek and looking at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “Your mom won’t be able to have more kids.”

“But she’s been able to get pregnant.”

“She won’t be able to carry to term. That’s the price of the magic of the lake water she drank.”

“She had me, though…”

David smile in spite of his tears. “You were our miracle, Emma. You came at 8 months, which still wasn’t full term.”

“These things happen,” he whispered. “But hey, we have each other.” He kissed her forehead. “I really think your mom could use a quiet day with us. I know you were studying…”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s go be with Mom.”

Emma didn’t accept the answer that her parents gave her. She spent the rest of the day letting Snow hug her as tight as she wanted, she didn’t once complain. The next day, though, she snuck out early in the morning. It was her day off and she had a lot of work to do. She borrowed books from Rumpelstiltskin, Regina and Belle, going to Granny’s where she poured over each and every single one. She’d find a cure, she just had to.

Unfortunately, every book said the same thing. There was nothing that could be done. The lake water had a price. Even if her grandmother had taken it, something else would’ve happened. Her standard of living would’ve decreased and she would’ve suffered. The water wasn’t a be all, end all. In some ways, it was like a temporary band aid.

Emma was so frustrated. She had to find a way to help her parents. They had lost out on time with her and now, they couldn’t even have a chance to raise a baby from the start. It wasn’t fair. Slowly, she found herself becoming desperate. There had to be a way, some way, any way.

She was so desperate, for a minute she didn’t even think about her own child. She came up with a solution that wouldn’t give them a new baby…but maybe a second chance with the child they already had.

If only someone would help her with it. There was nothing about it any of the books that she read. She knew she couldn’t tell Regina, she would try to talk her out of it. She was so desperate, she went to the last person she thought she could trust.

Blue simply shook her head. “It can’t be done.”

“That’s bull shit,” Emma seethed, placing her hands on the counter of the front desk at the convent.

“You’re in a church, Emma.”

“I don’t give a shit. I saw what you did with August. He’s a kid again, you did that. You could do that for me.”

“August wasn’t human to begin with. The spell I did on him was only possible, because he had once been a puppet. It’s why I couldn’t make him an adult again.”

“I know you’re lying!” Emma thundered. “You could do this! If you really wanted to, but you just don’t!” Tears poured down her face. “My parents are good people! They’re heroes, they…they gave up everything for this town. You lied to them, you owe them!”

Emma wiped at her face. She couldn’t believe that she was begging Blue of all people.

“Please,” her voice came out in the whisper for the first time since she arrived. “Do this for them. I know this will change everything, but I don’t care about me. It’s about what they deserve.”

Blue was quiet for a moment before taking her wand and using it to conjure up a box. She held it out and Emma accepted it.

“What’s in here? A potion?”

“No. I was being honest when I told you there’s nothing I can do. However, I can give you this. It’s the baby pictures your adoptive family had of you.”

“Is it going to burst into flames when I leave here?”

Blue rolled her eyes. “No.”

Emma didn’t know what to say. She still didn’t believe Blue, but she also knew on some level that maybe it was for the best. She couldn’t do this to Henry, she couldn’t do this to herself.

By the time Emma walked through the door of the loft, the sun had long set in the sky and the crickets were chirping. Snow jumped up from the couch and ran to her, throwing her arms tightly around her. Emma was taken off guard for a moment, but then returned the hug.

“Where the hell have you been?!?” Snow asked, tightening her grip. “You’ve been gone on all day. We heard you were at Granny’s, so we went there but by the time we arrived, you were gone. We thought…God, you can’t just take off like that. Adult or not, we need to know where you are!”

Emma felt a singe of guilt hit her heart.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I was just trying to do something.”

“What was more important than answering your phone?”

“I was trying to fix things.”

“Fix things?”

“The price of the lake water.”

Snow pulled away from her, eyes wide. David joined his wife, looking a mixture of shocked and crestfallen.

“Emma, the doctor said there’s nothing that can be done,” he said, softly.

“I know that now. So, then I went to Blue.”

Snow’s eyes went even wider. “Emma! We told you to stay away from her!”

“I just had to ask her for help. I know Regina and Rumple wouldn’t, but she had done it for August, so maybe she could for me.”

“Did it for August…what…” She trailed off. “Emma, no.”

“But she said no,” Emma rambled on, ignoring her mother’s shocked face. “I don’t know if she really can’t do it or if she won’t, but she can’t fix it. I’m sorry. I know you two wanted a baby. You deserve one. I was your miracle and you couldn’t even raise me. You’re stuck with me, an adult…I know I’m not what you wanted and I just...I’m so sorry.”

David and Snow exchanged a look, before both of them pulled Emma into their arms. David cradled the back of Emma’s head and Snow placed her hand on top of his. She pressed a kiss to Emma’s cheek.

“Emma, you are everything we wanted,” Snow said.

“But a baby…”

“You are our baby. Yes, we wanted another child and we are heartbroken you’ll never be a big sister…but it doesn’t change that you’re our baby too.”

“I’m an adult.”

“No matter how old you get, you will always be our baby,” David said. “And even if you’re not one physically, we wouldn’t change who you are or how you are. We’re a family. Nothing is going to change that.”

“This isn’t what you wanted.”

“We wanted a child and that’s you.” Snow pulled away and put her hands on Emma’s cheeks. “You are my baby girl, my miracle. My heart is aching right now, but I am already a mother. I would not trade you for anything in the world.”

Tears were falling down all their faces as they rejoined the hug. They didn’t pull away for quite some time. When they did, they went through the box that Blue had given Emma. They saw the tiny baby that slowly grew through the progression. From rolling over to first steps. There were even some video tapes. They stayed cuddled up on the couch together, staying up way later than they normally would, catching up on lost time.

It took months for them to adjust to the news. Emma would still occasionally look for a cure, but eventually she gave up. Her father had once told her to look for the moments and she would. Snow and David would never be over that they could never have more children, but they tried to focus on what they did. They had a handsome grandson, a woman that was once their enemy was family again and as she formed a new relationship, they were gaining a nephew of sorts with Roland.

More importantly, they had Emma. She was their baby girl, their miracle. She had been sent to save so many people, but more importantly, she had saved them. She made them a family. No matter what life had in store, as long as they had her, they were going to be okay.

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