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rwbyuser24 · 2 months ago

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Were Ruby's group justified in lie to Ironwood?

I'm back.

Look, this is a controversial and divisive topic. I'm not even sure how to start.

What was hidden, why, and when was it planned to be revealed?

Well, what was hidden was about Ozpin. Why he disappeared and about Salem's immortality.

The reason they hid information is stated by themselves:

"We're really not gonna tell Ironwood about what happened to Oz? What we learned about Jinn? About Salem?"

"We will. But you saw how things looked when we flew into Atlas."

"The General's heart seems to be in the right place, but that doesn't mean we should trust him yet."

"We need to play along for a while before we make any major decisions."

They didn't like the situation in the kingdom, and they don't know if they really should trust Ironwood. It's not known when they planned to reveal it, it's only known that they were sure to reveal it… someday.

2. Was it different from what Ozpin did?

Well… It's complicated. I've seen people defend Ruby's group by saying that they were at least letting Ironwood prove himself, which is more than what Ozpin has done.

However, just because this is better than what Ozpin has done doesn't make it right.

IMHO, I do think it's different from what Ozpin was doing. Ozpin planned to never tell them the truth. With Ruby's group, at least they're claiming that they'll tell the truth eventually.

"Ruby, Oz only trusted himself with the whole truth. You're trusting others, but you're making sure they prove themselves first. I think that's a pretty big difference."

The problem comes with them waiting a while before telling the truth. How much time passes between episode 4 (Pomp and circumstance) and 5 (Sparks) of volume 7? How much longer did they plan to hide the truth from James? Because they did tell him the truth in the end, but he had to tell the truth to Robyn and the council to fully gain Ruby's group's trust. If Ironwood didn't do that, would they have kept the truth from him indefinitely?

3. Maybe they were distrustful because they were let down by authority figures in the past.

Well, if we're being frank, they never really say that's the reason they didn't trust Ironwood.

"We're sorry we kept it from you, too. We didn't know who to trust."

That's what Oscar says.

Also, really, who were the authority figures who let them down? Leonardo, okay, he worked for Salem. Ozpin who was hiding the truth from them all this time. Cordovin didn't let them cross the border, then she made a scandal with her mecha, on top of that, she's racist.

Then there's Qrow… Who isn't even an authority figure. And while his alcoholism is a bad thing, it's not like he let them down either. I mean, he stood by them all the time, he got depressed and decayed, but at the end of the day he's been protecting them and guiding them.

There's Raven. I don't know if I should count her, I mean, she was one of Ozpin's antagonist all the time.

So… They weren't really let down by many authority figures.

4. Telling the truth is a very serious thing

I want you to know that telling the truth is very important. Therefore, it's normal for the kids to be afraid to tell the truth.

When they arrived they saw an impoverished Mantle, turned into a police state. On top of that, the city had few defenses.

"Look around. The embargo, the military presence, the restrictions on assembly. He's a bit prone to overreacting."

You could say that Ironwood is justified in his actions. The embargo is to prevent Salem from infiltrating Atlas. The military presence is to protect the people. And the assembly restrictions are to prevent people from being attacked by Grimm. Even the lack of protection of Mantle is because he prioritizes Atlas over Mantle, and Atlas is the capital, the head of the kingdom, and where the academy and the relic are placed. Is Ironwood really overreacting, or is he just being careful?

Still, that doesn't take away from the fact that his actions are affecting Mantle. They don't know if Ironwood will increase Mantle's burdens even more if he knows the truth. He's already made sacrifices. 5. Hiding the truth is a dangerous thing

Look, I'll just get one thing straight. Amity's plan isn't a bad plan even considering Salem is immortal. Reestablishing global communications is already a good thing because, well, it helps Remnant: It restores trade and all that. Not to mention that it allows the world to unite, which is also a good thing. Even if Ironwood knew the truth, he would still continue with Amity's plan. There are those who say that he would just drop the embargo and border closure which would end Mantle suffering. However, he would continue with both since Amity's plan is still necessary. Salem wins by dividing the population. With Amity, mankind can be unified. Yes, Salem may not be killed, however, but if there is a chance of defeating her, it will be with humanity united.

That aside. I mean, certainly telling the truth would allow everyone to make a better plan for Salem. They could devote more military resources to a plan to contain her instead of spending resources on a plan that seeks to kill her.

6. Does Ironwood know more than them because he's more experienced?

One thing I read was that if they're not willing to make sacrifices, then they should retreat. This is a war, after all.

However, consider that everyone believes that what they do is right. How are they supposed to believe that sacrifices are necessary? They obviously believe that what they do is right. One assumes that if one believe in something, it's because that something is right.

They're young, obviously they're going to believe that there are sacrifices that shouldn't be made. If so, why would they assume that "Ironwood knows best"? Most of them are already adults. Do they really have to assume that Ironwood knows what is right just because he has more experience? Qrow is also experienced and yet, he supported them in hiding the truth from Ironwood. 7. About hypocrisies and contradictions.

" I am so sick of secrets! If we just told everyone about Amity, about Salem--"

Nora says she is sick of secrets. However, she has no problem with keeping secrets from Ironwood.

"Everybody thinks what they're doing is right, but usually, they're just looking out for themselves and their secrets."

She was obviously referring to Ozpin, even if Winter didn't know it. Anyway, she is also being hypocritical, she criticizes Ozpin when she is also keeping secrets.

8. Some changes.

Personally, I would have liked the characters to argue a lot more. To see the point of view of Jaune, Ren and Nora as well. It would have even been interesting if they had formed 2 groups: Some would be in favor of telling him and others would be against it. Oscar, Yang and Ren would be part of the first group, and the rest would be part of the second.

You know, more variety of opinions and all.

9. Conclusions.

Look, I think the right thing to do would have been to tell the truth. However, I think they had reasons for not telling the truth.

Nevertheless I think, first and foremost, they ultimately had to feel guilty for what they did. To apologize together, yes, even Weiss and Nora. The only one who had the decency to apologize was Oscar.

I wish there were more consequences for their actions. Sure, Ironwood lost trust in them, but we as viewers are supposed to consider Ironwood to be wrong. Plus, even if they didn't lie to Ironwood, he would have arrested them anyway.

Ironwood trusted in them and he received distrust from them.

#rwby #greenlight volume 10 #rwby atlas #rwby ironwood #rwby volume 7 #rwde #anti rwde #Should they have told the truth?

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evieismol · 1 year ago

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Big Bend Chapter Twenty - Doubts

A/n: easton pov time again ig

Word count: 1004

Cw: angst, brief mention of giants hurting humans

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I wasn’t totally sure why, really. I considered getting up, then decided against that upon remembering how tired I was.

My sister had said I’d get used to the relatively shorter days and nights on Earth, but that apparently had yet to happen. Nothing like going from 16 hours of sleep to 7 (on a good night) to make you question your decisions.

Not like I didn’t do a lot of that already, I thought. Recently I’d been doing more of it, though. Namely, questioning my decision in job. And decision to come live on Earth overall. I’d liked working as a park ranger back on Aphiria, I really had. It was fun getting to talk to visitors about nature. Getting to see new places whenever I worked a season at a different park.

I’d been excited to come to Earth for both of those reasons (and countless others, to be honest). Earth had long been fascinating to me. Even more so after I’d met Ruby, Kyle, and Larissa. Plus, it’d seemed like a chance to actually help do something important - strengthening relations with another planet we had previously barely communicated with. On paper, it seemed like a great decision.

And I wouldn’t say I didn’t like Earth, or my job, or my coworkers, but things were definitely turning out way more complicated than I’d expected.

Maybe my dad was onto something calling me naive, I thought, frowning.

There was the biggest - no pun intended - issue of how I was comparatively giant to everything and everyone around me here. I had spent time with humans before, but that had been on Aphiria, where they had been the ones that didn’t “fit in”. I hadn’t expected Earth to feel quite so isolating. Or continuously anxiety inducing - I felt like I was constantly on alert to make sure I didn’t end up damaging a building, or a car. Or, god forbid, hurting someone. It really didn’t help matters that a good portion of humans seemed at least partially convinced that aphirials were man-eating giants.

Then there was how I really worked less as an interpretive ranger and more as an entertainer, at this point. Half the visitors didn’t even seem interested in the park - just in taking a picture with me. Which I could understand, given that there weren’t really any other aphirials in even semi-public facing jobs on Earth, and this was probably a lot of human’s chance to meet one of us. It was still a little disappointing, given how many cool features the park had to offer.

And then there was how Dave possibly, probably hated me. That had been plaguing my mind recently almost as much as the first issue, despite being far less important logically. Like, sometimes people didn’t like you, right? I’d known plenty of people who hadn’t in the past. My own father, for one. So I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so caught on Dave disliking me.

All of my doubts with my current situation had only increased ten fold after the man had stopped by with his rant about me and Aphiria a week prior. I had, in true anxious mess fashion, later gone to the internet. I guess I was curious about what he’d been ranting about. I figured maybe I could understand him better. All I really succeeded in doing was crying into my pillow, after reading numerous “theories” about how not only were aphirials killing humans, but also me specifically.

Another fun perk of being pretty much the only aphirial on Earth.

I had, of course, tried to repeatedly tell myself I was being dramatic, and it didn’t really matter what random people on the internet came up with. And then I’d read another post about how I was apparently responsible for multiple missing hikers (that hadn’t even come to Big Bend), and the government was covering it up, and then went back to crying.

The worst part was that I felt like I couldn’t even really be upset that humans felt that way or thought that way, because it wasn’t like their fears were totally unfounded. Not that I would ever try to hurt anyone, of course. But I was taller than some of their buildings. I did have fangs, and claws (before I’d filed them down). I had, at one point in time, even been praised for my hunting skills of small animals on Aphiria. All that to say, I guessed I would have also been wary if the tables were turned.

The one brief highlight recently was when I’d been sitting outside the other night, and met Zoey. I was still a bit confused about that entire encounter, but in a refreshingly good way, at least. She knew what aphirials were, it seemed like, but hadn’t seemed at all concerned to see me. And she’d been surprised to learn I worked at the park, which meant from her perspective, she’d just…stumbled upon a giant in the middle of the night and decided to strike up on a conversation.

I heard my phone buzz, pulling from my admittedly melodramatic thoughts. I rolled over, looking at it. There was a notification from Angie. After she’d asked me if I had snapchat, she’d also asked to add me. I’ll admit I probably felt way more excited than necessary at that - like I said, Earth had felt isolating. Being on a literally different planet from all of your friends was more than a little lonely. I opened the snapchat message.

“Do u want to go stargazing again tonight?”

I also felt way more excited than necessary reading the invite. Excited enough to actually sit up from where I’d been laying for the past hour or so. Maybe I’d actually manage to make friends here yet.

Or maybe you’re being naive and stupid, again. I could practically hear my dad’s voice in my head. I shook my head, trying to push that thought away.

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #sfw g/t #gt sfw #g/t oc #gt writing

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everyone-with-a-para · 1 year ago

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(5/5) alright! arc four! once all the alola stuff wraps up, cole+my guy are...still fired from aether, not that they'd want to be associated with aether now anyway. so it's time to develop a new research angle, and This time it's working with professor burnet to develop a way for them to safely traverse the ultra wormholes that nebby can create. and where does the first one drop them but hisui, over 100 years in the past! and initially they're just. out in the wilderness. and they're not stuck as long as they have nebby, so they could leave, but they want to explore a bit instead of just dipping out because they can't see any signs of civilization. so they do a little wandering+luckily, instead of getting Attacked by anything, they run into the pearl clan's favourite warden: ingo! this ingo is distinctly different from my other para of him; this one has been living in hisui for like. At least ten years. maybe closer to 15. and he only vaguely remembers his home+has basically resigned himself to the fact that he's never gonna see anything even remotely close to it again...until he runs into this little group of very-obviously-modern travellers+is like Oh My God. he pretty much assumes the lot of them are fallers right away+starts fussing immediately, trying to orient them+get them somewhere safe, while THEY'RE all looking at each other like "is it just me or is that a unovan railway uniform. where the hell are we?"

either way, things get cleared up+ingo is...somewhat disappointed to discover that they're not in the same situation as him, but also relieved because good lord nobody deserves that. and they tell him "well we're gonna stay here for a little for research because this place has got pokemon we've never even HEARD of, but when we go we could try+see if we can get you back home." initially ingo declines because he has Duties here, but he *does* accompany them when they go on research because he knows the land better+doesn't want this group of kids (read: roughly 17-25 year olds) dying in the wilderness. and it's during this, while watching everybody Be A Family from the distance, that it occurs to him "ohhh i see. I Miss Having A Family. Badly." and it's not just having a family, it's also having Anyone who really understands him. as much as he's settled into hisuian culture, he's still an outsider from another time. so when it comes time for everyone to pack up+leave for real, he decides (with a bit of regret) to abandon his post as a warden+come with. part of it is the temptation of being able to actually Go Home, but it's also because everybody else has genuinely grown on him+he doesn't want to lose anybody he feels close to again. Found Family Complete. for now at least.

...and THAT'S the story as it stands! this could go a few different directions; right now i'm playing omega ruby+depending on how much i end up thinking about it everybody could end up getting plunked in hoenn. there's also obviously if, how, and when an emmet/ingo reunion happens but nothing concrete has been worked out for that. i'm trying not to go "oh my god this is fucking long" for the 70 millionth time because you DID say you were interested so um. thank you for reading. i REALLY hope this all sends in proper order+tumblr doesn't eat any of these asks lmao but if it does i can resend any of them. again: literally had to draft this in a word doc. can you believe this is the Short version of all this. i swear to god this is meant to be more truncated. i'm not even going into the symbolism of everyone's pokemon teams or anything. did you know genesect is here? fucking genesect has been here the whole time

@ninesecretsteps

Ingo mention Ingo mention Ingo mention!!!! (Can you tell I love him?)

Oogh I put Ingo in Hisui for 5-7 years depending on how I feel but people who do 10+ make me incredibly sad

My Ingo has very similar complicated feelings about his Duties and life he's made in Hisui vs the want to go home when Akari convinces (threatens) Arceus to let them. He very almost decides not to leave. It also doesn't help that he has no memories other than a flash of Emmet's face and the vague knowledge of a fire type pokemon. He's afraid of what he'll find or what he won't find because he just doesn't know whereas Hisui is Known and Predictable (and he's autistic) but also also Hisui never felt like Home. He's always been an outsider no matter how much of the clan eventually accepted him

My Ingo and Emmet do get a reunion and I daydream it a lot

Genesect:🧍

Thank you for sharing!!! I enjoyed reading these immensely!!!

#quill speaks #paraportal #ask #ninesecretsteps

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arclundarchivist · 2 years ago

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Spoilers for C3E44.

So firstly, still really love Ryn.

Secondly l, looking forward to seeing whatever Ashton was up to.

Not on to the meat of the scenario.

And really focusing on the plots surrounding Predathos.

Lot of people seem sold that the Luxon is just Predathos or that it’s all some big lie still, and I don’t buy it.

It got brought up again due to the reveal that Ludenis is running the show surrounding this whole situation with Ruidus, but I’m reality I just think Ludenis has always wanted power. I mean that was the main goal of the Cerberus Assembly, he wasn’t disappointed in Trent’s actions he was upset that he lost a valuable asset and tool in Caleb.

And I think Travis might be on to something, I don’t think he’s buying what he’s selling to the Ruby Vanguard, least not like that naval gazer was going on about.

I think, maybe, he wants to cast down the gods, but I can’t see why he wouldn’t want to just step into their place. They’re be no freedom, only control. His control.

Further more, whose to say his plan doesn’t revolve around supplanting Predathos, why release a God Killer when you can become one? We’ve already seen one of his constituents attempt to achieve “Deification” though she was beaten to the punch by a lavender Tiefling.

He’s studied the Luxon, an entity with control over probability and rebirth.

Whose to say ye wouldn’t want to be reborn as Predathos.

And even if this is his goal, as Liam notes Otohan’s message doesn’t seem to be lining up there. She speaks of transcendence and empowerment, beyond just being free of a God. She views herself and Imogen as better than other mortals due to being Exaltant.

And complicating the conflicting narrative between them already is the fact that, we have no idea what Ira wants from all of this outside Chaos, and he was convinced they’d fail outright anyway. And sure Ludenis knows he’s on the board, but does he have any clue that Ira is out their tinkering with his own shit, wearing the power source of one of these keys? Likely no.

Also two faults with the naval gazer’s rhetoric.

One, as I saw someone point out. If Predathos needs help escaping the Precursor Divine Gate…how the shit is it gonna get past the new one that separates the Divinities from the Material? Wouldn’t Predathos just be trapped in a bigger cage with Exandria it’s only outlet for anger and hunger?

Second, Predathos makes new life through the consumption of the divine. *That shit probably isn’t friendly, and would likely carry some aspect of their creator like…oh I didn’t know Predatory qualities??

Shit that thing Imogen summoned was out to attack anything that got near it.

Also saw someone else point out that Ludenis’s assistant was the one that was tangled up with the Angel of Irons/Tharizdun business. So that adds another tangle to this already knotted mess.

I’m guessing Feywild is going to be the path they go down, but I have to wonder what follows the Apogee.

I’ve seen people say this feels like a first act, others think shit is going to change no matter what the Hell’s do. They’re only level 7 after all, and they’re looking down the barrel of a gun signed with the words: “Paradigm Shift/End of Everything” written down the side.

Part of me thinks they should tell the Judicators what’s what.

Get what ever help they can, even if it’s part of the overarching problem.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr imogen #cr fearne #cr laudna #cr orym #cr ashton #cr chetney #cr fcg #ruidus #predathos #ludinus da'leth #otohan thull #ira wendagoth

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druidx · 2 years ago

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WIP Whenever/ April Round-up

What was on the Task List for April?

❌️ Do Backups! …Bugger.

❌️ Starbound Character Intros. Nope. The last crewmember is still hanging out in my drafts…

✅️ Edit The Ruby Falls. Yes! YES YES‼️ I said I was going to do this week 14. I also did weeks 15-18 (aka all of April).

✅️ Record Podfics. Yes! We're now up to 49 recorded (not necessarily posted). I have forgotten how many that's out of… 120, maybe?

❌️ Finish some of the 78 WIPs. Ah ha. Heh… No. With the reveal of this year's TESFest prompts, this has, in fact, gone up.

❌️ Posting 'For Posterity' items/ sorting my Stories folder. Think this is going to be shelved for a while.

❌️ Posting drafts. I set the targets to: Reads-Writeblr down to 25, and Main down to 100. Reads is now at 74, and Main is at 170…

What have I been doing?

This month has literally been about The Ruby Falls, and nothing else. It's made up of 17 sections, and in April I was able to finish section 3 (which is now 2 sections in one, because narratively speaking they needed compressing). At this point, I'm midway through section 4. I think I'm going to be continuing on The Ruby Falls for the foreseeable future. Not only do I have momentum on it, but I made a deal with @artbyeloquent that they've got to finish chapters 4-6 of Hill To Die On and I've got to finish section 4 of The Ruby Falls by mid-may. So expect me to be talking about nothing but 😅️

I have been keeping up with recording the podfics! I'm very proud of myself for that, especially since we've had three bank holiday mondays in close succession which means I'm digging into my reserve of recordings. I finally got Audacity and, man, I should have gotten it again sooner. I remember it being horribly complicated to use and set up (because audio under Linux is 7 codecs in a trenchcoat and three of them are biting each other and you). It definitely makes recording the longer items much easier. We've got another two bank holidays in May, so I should have enough backlog to cover those. I'm still enjoying recording the podfics, but posting them is much more laborious 😅️

Also on the topic of Podfics, I opened a Ko-Fi page to help with the cost of hosting. I know the extra Google Drive space is only £16, but that's extra to my budget, so any pennies you can spare my way is appreciated. I'm also happy to record stuff for others -- I've done some sweepers for my housemate's twitch stream, so I can do those or record fics for others too.

What's Next for May?

I think we're gonna keep it simple in May.

➼ Do backups!!!! Very important, must do.

➼ Edit The Ruby Falls. As above, this is going to be my focus from now on.

➼ Record more Podfics. 70 now remain...

#meta writing #wip update #wip whenever #wip wednesday #progress update #writing roundup #writing progress #meta wandering words

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atlasifyllm · 2 years ago

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15 character questionz!!!

got tagged by @kudzucataclysm ! tysm

uhhh tagging @writing-is-a-martial-art @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday

doing this for ruby and cobalt, pretend this takes place at the beginning of arc 2

1 - Are you named after anyone?

Ruby: All of my family's names all have alliteration in them! I'm Ruby Raleigh, and both my moms have pretty alliterative names too!

Cobalt: I don't think so. It's just Cobalt Azure Zaffre. I don't really think I named Turquoise in any particular way; it just seemed like a suitable alias.

Ruby: ...You have a middle name???

Cobalt: ...Yes??

Ruby: ...Dude, NO one has a middle name!

Cobalt: Well I do. "Azure".

Ruby: But that's AZURE and you're BLUE??

Cobalt: Ruby. I have heterochromia. I'm BUILT DIFFERENT.

2 - When was the last time you cried?

Ruby: Pshh, when I was like, 5! I... accidentally crushed a caterpillar. :(

Cobalt: D-Don't ask.

3 - Do you have kids?

Ruby: HELL no. I'm fresh into tourney fighting! I don't have the time to take care of kids. ...Also I'm pretty bitchless.

Cobalt: ...No, but it'd be nice to have one. Someday.

4 - Do you use sarcasm?

Ruby: Only when someone is being a little BITCH. When they DESERVE IT.

Cobalt: It's a little hard to tell. I'm veryyy bad at making it obvious. So I don't really try too often.

5 - What's the first thing you notice about people?

Ruby: I AM the person you notice. NOTICE ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. I just like talkin' to people!!

Cobalt: Their eyes. I want to know what a person's intention's are first, before interacting with them. It's very difficult to be comfortable within crowds.

6 - What's your eye color?

Ruby: Azure blue! My soul color is red though, so my eyes glow red with strong emotion! Or Paladin powers. 'Cause that's a thing I have to handle now.

Cobalt: ...It's complicated.

Ruby: ...Why would it be complicated?

Cobalt: My eyes are naturally turquoise, but that's not my soul color. Sometimes they'll glow cyan, sometimes they glow blue. Sometimes they glow both. So in total, I can have four different eye colors.

Ruby: ...Your eyes are strobe lights.

7 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Ruby: I love scary movies! Me and Turqbalt used to watch horror movies together, but he'd get too scared. So I stopped.

Cobalt: ...What she said. Happy endings, please.

Ruby: He used to hide his face and cry into pillows during the scary moments!

Cobalt: ENOUGH.

8 - Any special talents?

Ruby: I love parkour! I'm already SUPER fast as a hare fighter, so doing parkour is my daily excersize!

Cobalt: I'm like a hueman freezer. My ice powers make my body naturally cold, so lots of my friends will just tell me to hold their drinks for them so they'll still be cold.

9 - Where were you born?

Ruby: Right here in Neocity! Born and raised!

Cobalt: It's one of the border cities between Celestia and the Hyperion Republic. We moved to Neocity when I was about 8.

10 - What are your hobbies?

Ruby: Music-making! I'm pretty good at guitar and ukelele, I have some experience in piano... me, Blaze, Rina, and Turq used to play gigs at the Silver Spade! We get free drinks there too! ...None of us are of age yet, so I typically just get coffee from there.

Cobalt: I collect knives and swords.

11 - Have you any pets?

Ruby: No :( Me and Jay are too lazy to cook, let alone own a pet.

Cobalt: he’s so cute it’s shiro my dog being such a cute baby prince 😍 he’s a samoyed!

12 - What sports do you/have you played?

Ruby: Track! Also, technically tourney fighting is a sport I guess?

Cobalt: Yeah, I'm not one for typical sports. Tourney fighting is a little more dramatic.

13 - How tall are you?

Ruby: 5'9!

Cobalt: 5'11.

Ruby: Jay, Blaze, and Tarum are all 6'0! Rose is 4'11 though.

Cobalt: Tiny hands... my only weakness.

14 - Favorite subject in school?

Ruby: I'm assuming we can't say "field training".

Cobalt: Yeah, no. Field training's basically tournament fighting beta.

Ruby: I'm not much of the school type. Cs get degrees! Hmm... Maybe art? I enjoy designing clothing for all my friends, and my moms are pretty supportive in all my creative endeavors!

Cobalt: ...Lunch I guess.

15 - Dream job?

Ruby: Tourney fighting, obviously!

Cobalt: Well, I thought it was tournament fighting. I think. But then I got my arm cut off, so I had to stop for a while. Lots of people can be mean to champion tournament fighters... I'm not sure if I should be coming back. Can I even come back? I mean, I lost a bit of my lightning powers... God, I wouldn't even know-

Ruby: AAAAND THATS ALL THE QUESTIONS WE HAVE FOR TODAY BYEEEE <3

#atlas speaks;#sul text;#honestly some parts im a little sketchy on but uh i can elaborate if needed lol #huemans are just very glowy guys

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rebelbyrdie · 6 months ago

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2024 Ficlet Day

Ficlet 7 - Part 1

This is a half-baked story. It was my answer to the Underworld arc, The Dark Swan arc, some Greek Mythology and Cora. It was also going to be the sort of spiritual successor to my story of Cauldrons and Queens. Another spooky Swan Queen story...it never quite got there. I also want it known that the roles of Hades and Persephone are played by Joanne Kelly and Jaime Murray respectively.

Better to Reign Part 1

Part I

Purgatorio

Storybrooke watched Summer wain away into Autumn. The leaves changed and a chill came into the air. The residents were used to the changes after so many years. While some had been gone for six weeks, most of the town had been living their lives just as they had for the last thirty years. The bakery started to stock pumpkin and apple themed bread and confections. Marco started putting out more wooden brooms, swords and other costume accessories. Even the hosts of Good Morning Storybrooke were getting into the spirit by having segments for costume making.

Everything was nice and normal, minus the occasional magical tornado or person being turned into a tree. It was almost perfect, which was why no one noticed anything was off at first. All things considered, there were slightly bigger problems and if a few fairies wandered off, well a Savior-turned-Dark One still took precedence. No one would have known at all, had Leroy not found that Astrid not been one of the fairies that disappeared. Of course, since Leroy often doubled as the town crier, it had become progressively harder to get people to listen.

“She’s gone.” He spoke with his entire stocky body. He leaned forward on the balls of his work boot-clad feet and moved his hands excitedly, his fingers all but shook. “The other tutus aren’t saying anything but she’s not the only one, Snow!”

Snow White, Baby Neal in her arms, looked up at the ceiling, as if the deity of Granny’s Diner had an answer for her. It didn’t.

“Grumpy.” She tried to not let her annoyance show in her voice. “The Blue Fairy would have come to us if her fairies were going missing. I’m sure Astrid is just busy. We’re all busy.”

She had known Grumpy a very long time and was not at all surprised to see his face twist into a sour snarl.

“Yeah well her royal blueness is gone too and since we’re down a Savior, you’re my last stop before I get really drunk and ask the Evil Queen for help.”

Snow’s brow furrowed and she sighed. “We’re doing the best that we can right now.”

Grumpy muttered some word she wished he hadn’t have in front of the baby and stomped away, muttering more obscenities as he went. Snow wanted to cry, but was out of tears. She was tired and run down, ground down and she just wanted everything to be normal again. It was disturbing to her that the only time she could remember being “normal” was the time she’d spent under Regina’s curse.

Ruby wandered over a short time later and tickled the bottom of Neal’s chin. He reached for her, babbling happily. Ruby and Belle were his favorite babysitters.

Ruby settled him on her hip easily.

Snow sighed, “We have to curb Grumpy’s day-time drinking, Red.”

“He didn’t smell drunk, Snow.” Her best friend hedged diplomatically, “Not even a bit and I have noticed some weird smells lately.”

She jostled Neal on her hip. “This little guy’s diaper not included, I mean.”

Snow sighed and gave up on her eggs and bacon. She wasn’t that hungry anyway. “I’ll have David go look into it.”

Ruby nodded, “Maybe call Madam Mayor too. She knows more about magic then us. If the fairies are going missing then there might be a magical explanation.”

Only Regina was working herself into the ground trying to save Emma and Snow didn’t want to add more to her already overflowing plate.

“What about Belle?”

“She’s a little busy right now, Snow.”

More problems and complications. Snow wondered what else could go wrong.

“Well, it’s not like things can get worse than they already are. We’ll just-wait and see.”

David came in the door and smiled at her and she tried to smile back, but nothing was okay. Nothing at all.

She paid, left Ruby a nice tip, then left. She had to get to school. Class started in just a few minutes and teaching was, currently, the only thing that kept her grounded. It gave her a familiar and comforting routine, something she could focus on. Even if there was only half-a-day’s worth of teaching to do. The rest of the half-day would be spent in a very long, and Snow assumed very boring meeting.

The October wind, chilly that bordered on cold, gusted around her and she shivered. Missing fairies, dark ones, and a feeling, a dread that hadn’t lifted since they’d returned from Camelot. Something was wrong and Snow White knew very well that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She had been a queen once, and years later she realized exactly how powerless she’d been, then and now. A queen of nothing then and a queen of nothing now. She pointedly ignored the laughter in her head. She knew very well where the malignant sound came from, it came from the dark spot on her heart and it reminded her that she was not an innocent princess, not anymore.

Had Snow been paying attention, had she not been wrapped up in her thoughts, she would have seen how the shadows around her shifted and how the leaves swirled in small tornadoes. She would have noticed that the streets were strangely empty. Even the animals had gone into hiding. She would have noticed that something was very wrong in Storybrooke.

#2024 ficlet Day

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kindaoptimisticsquirrel · 1 year ago

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Why not: A CCS reread, Part 4

Having lots of fun with this!

Ch24:

It's Yue! Finally! :D

Ch25:

Aaah I really like it when the story is not about life or death for the whole world, but something that's for the main characters on a much deeper emotional level. It makes it much more interesting!

I forgot they had this cool battle! And overall a very cool scene. Good thing I'm rereading this, motivates me to draw them :) Ch26:

Yes, be friends! <:3 Yue needs some pal.

You fear you might make things difficult, sir? Why not just...not do it then. Hrmpf.

What a casual one-hand catch 👍

Awww Yukito is so cute in the dark sweater :3 (I'm getting some Trigun Stampede Vash vibes hihi) The form fitting suits him though!

Aaaand we have the confirmation that Touya basically gets all what's going on. He's just not trying to interfere, and make things any more complicated. Also, the last time I consumed this story was when I watched the anime 3 years ago (before that, I had read the manga the first time another couple years ago) and although it's been some time I'm preeeetty sure they didn't make the Touya/Yukito hints so strong in the anime. I love the anime, but I'm glad I'm rereading all this now!

Ch27:

CLAMP does love their Tokyo Tower, don't they?

New student...well, if it isn't the little shit himself. (sorry for the language. He did annoy me on my first read)

In the meantime this little shit here is getting more and more adorable.

And Ruby! They annoyed me on my first read too, but now I got a feeling I'll enjoy them a lot more! (When I say annoy I mean not as in, didn't enjoy reading, but as in, 'that character is creating exactly the effect they are supposed to do') Man that smug smile back at Yukito...I do wonder what he's thinking in that moment. Doesn't let any emotions like jealousy play on his face, but I cannot imagine he is not at least a little bit unnerved by this. Also DAMN Touya, get your grip together and just shake them off. It's not that hard. Ch28:

Hehe I like their sibling interactions.

As I look longer at this panel I realise just how reduced the lineart is in ccs and how it still looks so good. Those few carefully set strokes are so well done!

The way we only see the back of Yukito we know he definitely has his thoughts about what Nakuru/Ruby told him....Gruah! Let me know what he thinks!

Hihihi the cups in this panel look like they're having faces and are frowning :D

Ch29:

Just a normal lunchtime for Yukito! (oh god even Touya looks shocked :D)

Nobody says gender equality like Ruby! (or, maybe more accurately, gender carelessness. What does it matter anyway?)

Ch31:

Oh GOD they're all so exasperated with Yukito's obliviousness

Whoops. Don't try sewing at home kids, as it can go awfully wrong.

This post is long enough! Cutting it off here :)

#ccs #cardcaptor sakura #ccs reread #clamp

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italwayshadtobeyou · 1 year ago

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Okay, there are things I like about both of these episodes, but my most intense reaction is "NOT ANOTHER TIME SKIP." This is one of those times that makes me really miss Kripke, since he didn't skip or compress time much beyond what the hiatus dictated, and the dialogue contains little comments to indicate that substantial in-universe time has passed between episodes. Gamble and Carver both kicked off their eras by skipping a whole year, never addressing it, and having all the in-universe dates roughly line up with episode airdates. It isn't the show's worst offense against logic, but it could've been easily avoided/fixed, so: Why??? /end rant/

Moving on... I actually do, mostly, like both of these episodes, I just get salty about wasted potential. I'm of the unpopular opinions that 1) moving on is an acceptable thing for Sam to do under the circumstances; and 2) that in his current frame of mind, he wouldn't be drawn to anybody who wasn't kinda messed up. Amelia has a prickly personality that kinda reminds me of Dean, TBH, and also of Ruby, albeit without all of their secrets. So I don't object to our flashbacks that we get here. (I do object to the flashbacks we get in later episodes, where Sam is successfully flying under the radar while living in a regular ol' house in Kermit, and where a legally-dead person reappearing doesn't raise any alarms for a Winchester-- but I don't think that anything about this episode makes that nonsense inevitable.)

I also like the addition of Benny. Making him a vampire works especially well, because we saw Dean's genuine, more-than-just-business hatred for vampires on full display way back in season 2's "Bloodlust"; it feels visceral in a way that his hatred of ghosts or even demons doesn't. Making him ally with a vampire could've seemed ridiculous, but it feels necessary and poignant. The overhead camera work helps sell it, as Dean and Benny circle each other with their faces only intermittently appearing onscreen. Each of them is both predator and prey, on top of which there's... Grudging respect? Unbearable loneliness? Just need, being possibly the only two people who can help one other get back to Earth? It's complicated, and interesting. I guess this time, Dean gets a Ruby, too.

Kevin's leveled up, but in a good way, not a story-breaking Mary Sue way. He's learned to make the most of limited resources: Water guns, holy water, abandoned consecrated ground. You can understand why, as he fights with what little he has, he resents an experienced hunter like Sam for not trying to find him.

What he hasn't done is learn to use a decent VPN; I feel like someone on Crowley's team should've done the same calculations that Sam did. I'm taking off a few points for that. Still, Kevin remains one of the most sympathetic of the series' recurring characters, and his fate feels almost as important as his bombshell about the demon tablet.

Overall... Hm. I miss Meg and Dick, who provided most of the spice in season 7's otherwise-bland second half; however, this show tends to ruin side characters who stick around too long, so maybe it's for the best. However, the Hell trials are among my favorite arcs, the best since season 4 and, alas, the best we'll see from here on out. That sounds like enough to give "We need to Talk About Kevin" the edge.

Supernatural Battle of the Episodes!!

Looks like Born-Again Identity swept its way through the rest of Season 7!! Can it power through the beginning of Season 8?

Bring 'em on out!

Chuck: Next up is the Season 8 Premiere, We Need To Talk About Kevin: Dean comes back from Purgatory with a new secret buddy and Sam has beautiful hair and leaves his bitchy girlfriend! A wonderful brohug commences just before the drama starts when Sam tells Dean he thought he was dead and didn't look for him! Also no one pays attention to the Kevin part 🙄

#poll #meta #not-mine #mine

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salemwritesxx · 3 years ago

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𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼.

𝔹 𝕒 𝕜 𝕦 𝕘 𝕠 𝕦 𝕂 𝕒 𝕥 𝕤 𝕦 𝕜 𝕚

⇴ male reader [24, pro-hero, alpha, quirk: ice-phoenix] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: Bakugou and [Your.name] were dating, about to get married. Though one morning, everything that was dear to [Your.name] was brutally ripped away when he found a letter from his fiancé. Katsuki was gone, no traces left behind. And now, after three years [Your.name] was suddenly confronted with the reason when he meets his ex-fiancé again in a small town in Hokkaido.

↣ rating: mature ↣ warnings: abo universe, male pregnancy, bonding (biting for the bond mark to appear), drama / angst that turns into a happy end though; angst ending version read here.

AN: This was inspired by @amgjiks ’ request they sent in a few months ago! posting this story under your original request feels kinda “wrong” since I’d be ignoring half of what you requested basically so imma keep the original for when inspiration kicks in, in the future :)

part 2.

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Walking along the streets, you didn’t have a destination in mind. Just walking around and letting fresh air clear your fogged up brain. You had been overthinking – again. It was one of those days were you couldn’t help but think back to three years ago. Tomorrow three years ago would have been the date were you and Katsuki would have said “Yes”, but alas… it all came differently.

Running your hand through your hair, you sighed deeply.

“I need to stop thinking about this. It’s been so long! Like this, I will never be able to forget him.”

But how were you supposed to forget the love of your life? Especially when it all came so quickly and out of nowhere? One day everything was fine, the next, he was gone. And as much as you tried to find him, despite him stating in the letter you shouldn’t try, it was all in vain anyways. It’s as if Bakugou Katsuki had never existed. Even his parents, that were always very much in love with you as their son-in-law, completely ignored you and cut you off.

It was such a deep cut, even time wasn’t able to heal anything. The last three years were rough. Sleepless nights were a normal thing by now. And while media praised you for working so hard on your hero career, you just pushed yourself like that so you wouldn’t need to think about the past. Because when you were working, it all just faded away.

However, after collapsing one day, the agency forced you to take time off and so you landed in Hokkaido. Far away from the bustling streets of Tokyo, your gloomy small apartment and your work place. With nothing to do, you found yourself overthinking day and night. If you just could ask him one question.

Why?

Putting on his scent-blocking collar, Bakugou suddenly felt a little tugging on his t-shirt, hence he looked down. [Eye.color], big eyes stared at him and the toothy smile immediately had him smiling as well.

“Are you ready to go outside, Hiroto?”, he asked his son who looked so much like you, reminding him every day what he had done.

“MH! Can I bring Popo?”, Hiroto’s big eyes sparkled a little, making it very difficult for Katsuki to say no, hence he nodded a little.

Watching his son, it only took a few moments before he came back with his stuffed animal, it was a phoenix. Rather, it was your merchandise. It… was complicated.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeess!”

And so, Katsuki locked the door behind him, leaving to go for a walk around the block and a quick park visit.

Leaning against a bridge, you stared down, still pondering. If you had just acted differently, maybe you could have saved your relationship. Whatever it was you had done, it pushed him away from you and it was eating you inside to not know what the reason was.

You didn’t know how many hours you had been wandering around town, trying to stop thinking, but as always, you only thought harder the less you had to do. Hence why you decided to go back to the inn you were staying at.

After hours outside, Hiroto was tired, his plushy Popo hugged tightly against his chest as he silently walked besides Bakugou along the streets. One more time, Katsuki tried to pick his son up, “Hiro? Want me to carry you home? Aren’t you tired?”

“NHN!”, he shook his head, “Daddy is never tired when he fights the bad guys! So I am also not tired.”

Hiroto was stubborn as he kept walking besides Bakugou who was just sighing a little. It was his own fault, but he couldn’t lie to his son. Without even thinking about it, Katsuki talked about you whenever you were on TV. He didn’t know why he just couldn’t keep quiet about you being Hiroto’s father. So now, whenever you were on TV, Bakugou had to lie and say you were in another country fighting the bad guys, even though you were still in Tokyo, mere 4 hours away with the train. But Katsuki couldn’t come back. Not after he had hurt you so much. It was his decision to raise Hiroto alone. You deserved to be successful, it had been your dream. Kids just weren’t a thing you had planned for, at least not with 21.

Being caught up in his own thoughts, Bakugou didn’t see you on the other side of the street. Neither did you see him. Both of you staring ahead, thinking back to three years ago, what had been and what it could have become. However, something connected you both. You never had a chance to bond with him, was it a tradition in your alpha family to bond during the wedding night, but your connection was different. Said connection was looking up and across the street.

Hiroto just looked around tiredly when he saw someone. Someone he had seen on TV multiple times. The little boy didn’t know how many times he had wanted Katsuki to show him YouTube videos of you fighting.

“HAAAHHH!? DADDY!?”, a piercing cry came from the little one, shaking you and Katsuki awake. The latter immediately grabbing Hiroto, but.. it was too late.

“HIRO?!”, he yelled, though his son ran across the streets.

You, on the other hand, were so incredibly confused. There he was, standing literally on the other side and then there was a little child, running towards you and calling for you. Was this the “Why?” you had searched for, for so long? You couldn’t think about it when your legs moved on their own to get the kid out of a potential dangerous situation.

It was a blessing that the small town didn’t have much traffic, hence why you could easily run towards him, scoop him up and get back to the safe sidewalks in mere seconds. You didn’t want to imagine what could have happened in a busy city like Tokyo.

Then you stood there, awkwardly holding Hiroto who was crying and sobbing into your t-shirt while Katsuki’s own emotions were all over the place. The Omega had never imagined the possible chance of meeting you again. After three years, all he had built up from scratch to have a comfortable life far, far away from you, as to not disturb your career, it all broke apart.

However, Bakugou wasn’t the only one hearing something shattering, your own heart dropped into your stomach. The already broken pieces shattering more when you saw the pure horror displayed on his face. This was not how you imagined meeting him again. He hated you. You were certain of that. Whatever you had done to him, he never wanted to see you again. It all was so clear to you now it almost brought you to tears then and there.

Your inner Alpha was strongly urging you to just grab him, Katsuki was your Omega, even if you never had a chance to mark him, that’s just how it was. He was yours. But…

Slowly pushing your son away you put him into Bakugou’s arms. There were no words said, the only thing disturbing the silence was Hiroto’s sobbing. Especially when you loosened his tight grip on your t-shirt, he started squirming and screaming, trying to grab onto you more. He had seen you on TV so many times and now you were right in front of him. Yet, Hiroto had to watch when you turned around and left him behind.

You had so many questions rushing through your head, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to utter them out loud. Not after seeing Bakugou’s expression. This was never supposed to happen. Even if your heart yearned for answers, especially regarding his son… your son?

Without thinking about it, Katsuki put Hiroto down to let him run after you once again. It was such an impulse thing to do, he truly didn’t know why he had done it. Though after three years, why should he hide anymore when you had seen everything now? Also… after so long, he might have not been able to ignore his heart’s desire and yearning any longer.

It was so incredibly hard to ignore Hiroto’s crying and just walk away as if it had never happened, but for the sake of Katsuki’s happiness, you chose to go. However, a sudden tug made you stop. Looking down you saw ice around your ankles. It was weak and thin, easily breakable really. Hiroto’s? When you turned around, he had already clutched your leg tightly. Why?

When you looked back up, Bakugou also stood in front of you, his ruby eyes shimmering a little.

“Do you … want to talk?”, he finally asked, his voice breaking at the end though as he tried his hardest not to cry. What was he doing? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you in like three weeks, it had been YEARS since he left without any other word. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him or Hiroto?

“Yes!”, you said and it truly caught the Omega off-guard. After everything he put you through… If he was in your position he probably would have been so angry and furious, but you just seemed exhausted and tired.

But finally, you would be getting some answers.

All night long, you couldn’t sleep. After you had calmed down Hiroto enough, Bakugou gave you a little piece of paper with his address on it. “I work until 7. So we can talk without any disturbance.”, he said when he gave you the information. It was probably for the best. You didn’t want to imagine what would happen when your feelings would overcome you out in a café. [Your.hero.name] seen screaming in Hokkaido – you could see the news all over the internet already. So, it was probably for the best to meet him at home.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t nervous. How had your ex-fiancé been living his life the past three years? It was all exciting and scary at the same time to find out those things.

When you knocked on his door, your inner Alpha was impatiently pacing up and down. It was as nervous as you. But when the door opened and Katsuki stood there, you were sure for the first time in the last 12 hours, that it wasn’t a dream. Walking inside was heaven and hell at the same time. Everything smelled like him. The Omega’s scent was so familiar, but another one was mixed in – probably Hiroto’s.

“A friend of mine is looking after Hiroto tonight so he won’t be dragged into this.”, he said, nervously fumbling with his scent-blocking collar.

It was weird wearing it at home, but for you and himself, he had to wear it. His Omega had been going in circles ever since he met you again yesterday. It wanted to be taken and to be honest, Bakugou was also close to surrender to you. But it wasn’t that easy. You probably had so many questions.

“Oh… Yeah that’s for the best. Katsuki.”, you suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallways.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry I can't wait, but you need to tell me now. Hiroto, he… called me Daddy and he has an ice quirk… so I am not wrong to assume that he is… our son?”

Katsuki could vividly feel your emotions, the Omega was shuddering, his throat dry and hands sweatier than usual.

“Yeah…”, was all he could choke out.

“Oh.. my God.”, you just mumbled to yourself. Hearing it out loud was like another punch in your stomach.

“Did you… leave me when you were pregnant?”, was your next question, still standing in the middle of the hallway.

However, Katsuki couldn’t even blame you. There were so many questions left unanswered.

“We were too young…”, his ruby eyes were shimmering again with tears, but he tried his best to keep them at bay.

“Too young?”, you were speechless for a moment, before looking back, “Why didn’t you tell me?! Why did you just… leave? Why… did you do everything yourself?!”

Now you were finally angry. After so long, you just couldn’t understand why he would leave you without saying anything. It could have all come differently if Katsuki would have just been honest!

“You had your career?! A baby didn’t just… fucking fit into our lifestyle! What else could I have done?!”, Bakugou yelled back. He knew it would come to this.

“SO?! You also had your career, we were both working hard to become well-known heroes so that’s not a fucking excuse. What else?? You seriously ask me?!”, you gestured wildly.

“You wouldn’t have wanted to raise a child, it was too soon!”

“It was NOT your right to decide that for me!”, you yelled, your voice breaking as tears welled up.

Bakugou once again being a little taken aback. His heart was racing and his tears so close to falling.

“You could have asked me, we could have worked it out.”, the first tears successfully fought their way out as they rolled over your cheeks.

“I loved you SO MUCH. If it was possible I would have literally brought you the stars from the sky. I would have done anything. And you? You just leave. Without anything but a letter telling me you cannot marry me. Do you have the slightest idea how I felt?”, your voice was shaking and breaking here and there, but it was freeing to finally let it all out.

“I thought it was for the best. I didn’t know what to do.“, Bakugou’s voice was so uncharacteristically weak and small.

“You didn’t know?? Did you never trust me, Katsuki? Was I just- such a horrible Alpha to you? Did you think I’d force you to an abortion? Was I not good enough to be a father?!”, you asked trying so hard not to scream, but all these pent up feelings, it all just gushed out without any sort of valve to stop yourself.

“That’s not it! I knew you wouldn’t do that, I just-“

“WHAT? Please tell me why! Why?! Why was I not worthy to be your mate? Why did you refuse to tell me and just leave?! Why did you chose raising OUR baby alone, I-“

“I DON’T KNOW, OKAY?! I don’t know! It was a fucking stupid decision out of nowhere!”, he finally screamed back, tears cascading down his face.

“Don’t you think I have regretted it? Do you think I LIKE being a single parent?! I know I fucked up. I know I threw it all away because I panicked, okay?! I just panicked and before I knew it I was on the train.”, Katsuki sobbed, desperately wiping away his tears.

“We were so fucking young! We had planned to marry, we were talking about saving up for the future to build a house, to have a family in like 10 years or more. But… But I just messed up! I forgot to take my medication before going into Heat, it was my fault I got pregnant- I… I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. Throw everything we planned out the window because I was too fucking stupid to remember.”, his voice broke horribly, being squeaky from time to time as Bakugou’s guilt just overflowed.

The Omega was shaking and instinctively, you and your inner Alpha wanted to protect him. Hence why you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“I know I messed up. Fuck.”, he cried and yet laughed at himself. Hands buried in his hair, Bakugou just wanted to cease to exist in that moment. He had done so many things wrong in his life. The only good thing that had ever happened was meeting you and falling in love with you and even that he destroyed.

He was gasping for air due to talking nonstop while gesturing with his hands wildly. And then, you just hugged him. Your Alpha scent surrounding him and soothing him. Your arms strong and warm, just perfect to melt into them and let everything loose. Oh, how he had missed that.

“I just… wish you had given me a choice. I wish you would have trusted me more. I would have done anything for you and our baby. It would have been hard, I know, but I am sure we would have been able to make it work.”, you quietly said while soothingly caressing his back and letting a quiet, calming purr erupt from your throat. A sign how close you truly were as you would never purr for anyone else than Bakugou.

“I’m sorry.”, Bakugou sobbed and clawed at your clothes, “I love you and I missed you and.. it was so hard alone, but I know I don’t have any fucking right to complain about it because it’s all my fault and I hurt you so much and-“

You hugged him a little tighter.

“I regret everything, I… I… can you forgive me? Can you give me a second chance? I know I don’t deserve it. I know…”

Had you ever seen him so weak before? No. And it truly tugged on your heart strings. There is nothing you wanted more. Get back together. Be happy again. But-

“Katsuki… have you ever thought of coming back to me? Like, if I had never shown up, if I had never found out… wouldn’t you keep on living without me just fine? Don’t you think this is your guilty conscious speaking? You don’t want me. You don’t need me.”

That was the last thing you said before you pulled back from him at last. Bakugou was quite speechless, just staring at you, red, swollen eyes and a tear-stained face made it hard to just go. But it was for the better. Even if he had regretted it, he was never pushed so far as to come back to you. Like that, maybe it was for the best.

Though before you could turn away, he grabbed your hand.

“Katsuki…”

“I wanted… during the pregnancy, after Hiroto was born and every time I saw you on TV, I was so close to leaving all of this. But at that point, I was too fucking scared. I had no right to go back… There are so many letters I’ve written and never sent. [Your.name], I… I literally have a suitcase ready to go. I’ve been waiting for some sort of sign or I don’t know and now? You’re here. Right here in front of me. I know it’s foolish and I’m stupid and have no fucking right to demand this from you, but please… Let me come back. Please forgive me. Please… be Hiroto’s father.”

He had never in his life begged. His superiority complex definitely wouldn’t allow for any of that, but right now was different. He realized the hurt he had caused. How wrong he was. Bakugou had regretted running away in the first week of living in Hokkaido. He always told himself it was “the right thing”. So maybe it was pathetic that he came crawling back, but if there was a slight chance you would take him back, he just had to take it.

You just sighed. Your heart was confused. While your heart screamed yes over and over again, your brain was telling you no. What if it was just a spur of the moment thing? What if he would leave you again when things would get tough?

But then, you looked down and onto his hand. The gold engagement ring you had gotten him around four years ago was still on his ring finger.

“You still… wear it?”, you asked as you reached for the hand that gripped your wrist tightly. His hands were shaking still – you have never seen him like that.

“It’s the only thing that kept me connected to you…”

“Katsuki…”

Reaching out, you cupped his face with your big hand, the Omega instinctively leaning against it. It was okay. Even if you were to get hurt again. Even if you forgave too quickly. Everything was okay now as you leaned in to connect your lips.

Holding onto you immediately, Bakugou’s fingers clawed at your t-shirt not wanting to let go ever again. Your lips melting together, emotions overwhelming you both as you pressed him into the wall. One hand reaching up to his collar. It took mere seconds for it to snap open. Then it fell to the floor, unleashing all of Bakugou’s Omega scent.

It being overwhelming was quite the understatement. Your knees were weak and legs shaking. You couldn’t resist the urge to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh my God…”, you moaned as you slowly slid down onto the ground with him, Katsuki just whimpering as he hugged your body as close as possible.

He would never let go again – never!

With your teeth gracing along his neck, your sweaty bodies collided over and over again. Bakugou only able to sob as he held on to your hands tightly, nails digging into your skin and almost drawing blood.

You were hovering above him, hearing his cries and sobs. The sweet scent from his neck being so irresistible. You just wanted to bite. Mark him. It had been a tradition in your household to do so on your wedding night, but…

“Do it…”, you suddenly heard.

Bakugou could barely choke it out, ruby eyes filled with tears of pleasure as he whispered one more time, “Do it… It’s overdue…”

And then, without thinking twice about it anymore, you grabbed him tightly while your teeth sank into his skin.

A marvelous burning pain rushing through his body almost made Katsuki pass out. The sweet torture of being bonded to his mate was almost too much. That was all he had longed for, for so long. He didn’t know why you would take such a coward like him back, but he was so grateful and plain… happy.

Once you opened your eyes the next morning, it all felt like a dream. Especially when you reached to your side and it was empty.

Sitting up abruptly, you looked around – definitely not your room. So what happened last night was not a dream. However…

Without putting anything on, your heart was beating so fast when you rushed outside the bedroom door. Flashbacks to three years ago were haunting your mind.

“Katsuki?”, you tore open the next door, prepared to just see another letter on one of the tables.

Though it, thankfully, wasn’t the case. There he was, standing in the kitchen, your flannel from yesterday the only thing covering his body while he was talking to someone on the phone. Unintentionally, tears had formed in your eyes, but now, you just sighed shakily and wiped over your eyes quickly.

Bakugou, who had turned around once he heard you calling for him, certainly had his heart sinking in the pit of his stomach.

That was his fault.

“Okay… okay, thank you.”, then he ended the call and turned to you, “Sorry, it was about Hiro. Akitoshi will bring him over before lunch.”

“Ah? Mh, okay.”

“Hey…”, putting his phone onto the table, he walked towards you. The Omega’s strong arms wrapped around your waist as he cuddled against your chest.

“I am not running away again. I promise.”, Katsuki barely whispered.

Hugging him tightly with your hand buried in his hair, you just quietly sighed and then kissed his forehead before leaning your head against his.

“I know. I just need some time.”, you also said quietly and Bakugou understood.

Hence why he reached out to cup your face, smiling softly.

“I love you.”

A small smile also flitted across your lips. Your hands cupping his own as you leaned down to kiss him.

“I love you, too.”

Walking back into the bedroom, Bakugou soon lost the flannel again as he slipped into bed, snuggling against you; legs tangled and naked bodies melting together. Unintentionally your hand had slipped down to his belly. That’s when you felt uneven skin and a scar underneath your fingertips. Yesterday, you were caught up in all your pent up emotions too much, so you didn’t notice.

It was his C-Section scar.

“Katsuki?”

“Hm?”

“Tell me about Hiroto.”

Subconsciously, his lips curved into a smile. That you wanted to know more about your son melted his heart but also made him feel more guilty. If only he could turn back time.

“Yeah.”, and then, he started talking and you just listened to the soothing voice of your Omega.

There were three years to catch up on, but due to Katsuki telling your son about you all the time, at least it was easier for Hiroto. With how he was clinging to you yesterday, it was obvious he loved you even though he had never met you in person. And you wanted to be there for him at last. You had only met him yesterday for a brief moment but your heart was already filled with so much love that you wanted to give to him.

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⇻ salem.talks: I’d love to know what y’all thought of this story? :) once again I took inspiration from the request and I am pretty happy with the outcome!

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woozten-x · 2 years ago

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#. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

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[ M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Your feelings draw you closer to him, but every step taken between the two of you becomes more complicated and leaves you a feeling of uncertainty - what are you to Lee Donghyuck? In the midst of the fireworks explosion, his own feelings exploded along with your own realization. ─ Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Gender-Neutral Reader ─ Genre: Fluff/Wholesome Content ─ Concepts: no specific address of pronouns for reader, use of fireworks/sparklers, best friends to lovers, mutual pining (reader is self-doubting 24/7) ─ Count of Words: 1.3k ─ Inspiration of the work: Love Countdown - NAYEON (Feat. Wonstein)

❒ a/n: this is my VERY first y/n imagine, I am not used to typing in second POV so hopefully it isn’t too bad lmao. I hope you enjoy!

Lifting up the metal lighter against the red neon sparkler in your grasp, the flame alights the firework and results in bright sparks surrounding yourself and your best friend. A ruby glow captivates your eyes, the smile glowing on your face by the sudden effects of the firework in hand. For a moment, the blaze held between your fingers distracted you until you heard the same sound of another sparkler gradually going off beside you.

Your best friend, Lee Donghyuck, stood with a boyish yet stupid grin plastered on his tanned face. His honey-like skin capturing a golden afterglow from the sparkler in his hand, his own attention captivated by the fireworks. Every handsome feature adorning his familiar face, yet every observation seems to hold an ounce of adoration towards Donghyuck; the young male with tousled strands of bronze hair, the very tips of his hair caressing the long lashes he possessed over his child-like gaze.

Albeit the dying sparkler in your hand, your own endearment towards Lee Donghyuck did not die away one bit. Every bit of admiration given towards the crush, you seem to have, became a bittersweet aftertaste in your own mouth; those very thoughts wishing to comment about his beauty, or possibly confess, became stale and had died away along with the light of your sparkler.

Noticing your frozen state, Donghyuck turns his head towards you. Meeting your intense gaze with his beaming one, the very sun’s rays glowing softly within his round eyes; he tilts his head quizzically in silent reaction of his own confusion. Before you could speak up, he suddenly turns to the plastic bag of fireworks he somehow obtained, lifting it up - “I am guessing you are getting bored! Lets try the other ones~”

His usual high yet soft voice dripped with enthusiasm, easily reaching your ears despite the cold drift of the night’s breeze. The fondness from before became a small uplift to your lips, walking up to your best friend and peering over to see him rummaging through the other items inside. “We should set off the cooler ones first,” you suggest while taking out your phone and awakening the flashlight embedded within the device. Brightly shining on the items for Donghyuck to search through easier, he looks up with a smirk.

“Johnny totally got me the best stuff! Every one of them is cool,” Donghyuck playfully replies back while picking out two of the larger fireworks from the bunch. Rolling your eyes, “Maybe we should ask for Johnny’s opinion then.” You reply back, watching your best friend place the fireworks on the floor. In an exaggerated manner, Donghyuck beckons you closer with the flashlight and begins to crouch and lay on the concrete floor.

You laugh while following his movement with the flashlight, “What are you doing?” you question and Donghyuck’s lips were pouting in consideration. Or maybe it was a simple act, knowing your best friend’s goofiness. “I am checking the angle~” he answers, finally hopping up onto his feet and he places his hands on his hips. “Also, I don’t wanna hear from Johnny-o. His opinion doesn’t matter,” Donghyuck said with a shake of his head and a dismissive hand.

You didn’t bother to reply or argue. After all, you didn’t want to complain at this very moment; a moment shared between the two of you. Walking up to the fireworks and taking out the lighter in your pocket, you flick the flame to life and seize it under the string attached to the two fireworks.

“Get over here before your face explodes right off!” Donghyuck exclaims, a hand energetically waving for you to move away. Carefully, you lean away before standing up properly and running over to your best friend. Accompanying by his side, the two stood side by side with arms brushing against one another; managing to spare a glance to your best friend, Donghyuck easily met your eyes once more.

The loud whistle of the fireworks flying up in the air is heard and naturally both your heads turn towards the sound, tilting upwards to watch the packed gunpowder shoot up into the dark night sky. Reaching atop, the loud sound of a various pops fills your ears and instantly you grimace - a hand lifting up to place on one of your ears to muffle the sound, but your gaze did not fall away from the colors suddenly blossoming in the sky. Breathlessly, you watch in awe.

Next to you, his eyes of color trails away from the bright sight before him and he turns towards you. A small smile remains on his plump lips, the hand closest to you extending out slowly and taking a hold of yours in his own grasp; his fingers instantly intertwining with your own, attentively watching your reaction to his sudden intimacy. Remaining still, the glowing colors on your skin hid away the embarrassment wishing to surface, you stare at the fireworks above with uncertainty eating away in the depths of your mind.

However, what is there to be uncertain about?

Suddenly, a hand is placed onto your cheek and gently Donghyuck guides your gaze away. Your attention settled on the person you love most, the heart within your chest beginning to rush from anticipation; the softness of his thumb lightly caressing the skin of your cheek and his eyes easily holding yours. You were simply captivated by the sun before you. Infatuated by the sudden turn of events, you quietly utter out a small ‘the fireworks…’ out of mere embarrassment.

Donghyuck chuckles, “We have other ones to use. Just focus on me.”

Leaning forward, your forehead touches his and lightly rests against one another. His breath warm against your lips, his own eyes searching for an answer amidst the dilemma you currently faced; what was he waiting for? Your eyes flicker to the side at the sight of the remaining fireworks in the air, the wafting scent of the fireworks’ aftermath causing you to muster up the courage you had built so many times before. Finally, you are able to act on this very same courage.

Closing the short distance between the two of you, your lips capture his plump ones and Donghyuck instantly returns the kiss. Melting into the warmth and the very scent of his presence, you lift up your arms to wrap around his neck and tug him closer. Hands falling to your waist, he secures your body against his own - “Finally…” he mumbles against your lips, his saying causing you to pull away for a brief moment.

“What?” you question, furrowing your brows and Donghyuk laughs. You scoff and move away, the smile never melting away while you place your hands on the back of your head - “If you seriously wanted to get together, you should have made a move!” you sigh, your best friend laughing beside you. An arm reaches out and wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his side and you rest your head against his shoulder.

Donghyuck hums, “I have. Why do you think I didn’t bring anyone else during our hangouts? You are super dense.” He rolls his eyes, the comment about your obliviousness causing you to feel a rush of shame for not noticing at first. “Are you serious?” you whisper in disbelief, the other’s eyes meeting yours and Donghyuck grins at you. “You are such an idiot~” he teases, nudging you and you pout to yourself, letting your body rock slightly by Donghyuck’s playfulness. Were you seriously that dense?

“Quit worrying about it~ You are all mine now.” Donghyuck proclaims with a wide smile, leaning forward to give a kiss near your lips.

Smiling at the realization, you turn towards him and wrap your arms around him to relax into his embrace. “You are all mine, my lover.”

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kitkatopinions · 3 years ago

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The whole idea that Yang and Blake couldn’t have possibly been confirmed as queer before volume nine because there just wasn’t a natural place where it could happen before is ridiculous to me for two reasons. The first reason is that there have been organic moments when Blake and Yang could officially be in a relationship, like Yang admitting to having feelings for Blake during one of their conversations in volume six, them going out dancing but as a first date and not just invited to be part of a group which makes it not a date, or meeting back up in volume eight after the team split and kissing.

But the second reason is that I feel like a lot of people kind of have this idea that the only way for Blake and Yang to have been confirmed as queer would be kissing each other or dating each other, and therefore they couldn’t have been confirmed earlier in the series because Blake and Yang are supposedly a slow burn. But this... Just isn’t the case. First of all, Blake and Yang don’t feel convincing as a romantic slow burn, because they didn’t really do anything romantic until volume six, and then their relationship was rushed to the ‘never want to leave each other at all for any reason’ stage without attaching any sort of label or indisputably romantic actions along with it, so it actually would’ve helped the idea of them as a slow burn to have confirmed romantic feelings on either side earlier on in the show (they don’t have to kiss or date to get this,) but also because there are ways to confirm that they’re LGBTQ+ without having them in a confirmed relationship with each other.

To be fair, there are a lot more ways to naturally confirm Yang’s sexuality than Blake’s, because Yang is a fairly open and flirty person and I’ve already talked about the fact that Blake is a more closed off person and doesn’t make a lot of moves. But, here are some ways that they (mostly Yang) could’ve been confirmed prior to volume nine.

(Also, there’s some criticism of the bees and a HUGE amount of RWDE towards the writers under the keep reading. Bees and RWBY fans, read at your own risk.)

1. When Yang ogles at shirtless men in like, the third episode of volume one, it goes a little different. Ruby says that their dad wouldn’t approve of everyone’s choice of pajamas and when Yang says “I know I do,” and growls towards a group of scantily clad people, it now includes women in pajamas as well as shirtless men.

2. During the dance arc, Yang goes with a girl, maybe Velvet or maybe one of the nameless randoms in the background. Nothing comes of this date, it just happens. When Yang wanders off to talk to Ruby, Ruby asks where her date went off too, and Yang is like “who knows?”

3. During the dance arc, when Yang and Ruby talk to each other, Yang admits that she’s developed feelings for Blake, but doesn’t make any moves because Blake seems happy with Sun and she doesn’t want to cut in.

4. In volume three when Neon and Yang are fighting, the two flirt back and forth, including Yang telling Neon she’s hot, but annoying as hell.

5. During volume four, Yang has a heart to heart with Tai about Blake and admits that she’s especially upset at Blake because of her feelings towards Blake.

6. During volume four, one of Blake’s heart to hearts with either of her parents or Sun include Blake admitting that she has some feelings towards Yang, but Adam makes it impossible to even consider if it’s anything real. (NOTE: Obviously her discussing romantic feelings towards Yang with Sun might be complicated, but Sun is a good friend who would put his own feelings aside, and it would also make for a good opportunity for Blake to tell Sun she has feelings for him too, confirming for sure her place as a bisexual woman.)

7. Ilia and Blake have a romantic history. “Oh but that overcomplicates-” Ilia is already Adam-But-Better-Dialogue-And-Redemption-Arc, they might as well have had some sort of romantic history too. It doesn’t have to be made into a big deal. This also is not my favorite option though.

8. During Yang and Weiss’s Volume 5 heart to heart, Yang admits to having feelings for Blake.

9. During Blake and Sun’s Volume 6 parting, she admits she’s confused about her feelings, but might have feelings for Yang, and needs time to figure it out.

10. Yang admits that she has feelings for Blake during one of their talks in Volume 6.

11. Yang or Blake talk to anyone during Volume 6 about their feelings even in passing.

Now the more ‘kiss/date’ moments that I talked about before.

12. They have a full on kiss after they fight Adam, it’s something they can actually address and work through in volume seven, that they had this kiss during such a traumatic and emotionally heavy moment and now don’t know where to go with their relationship. “It would take up too much time in-” No it wouldn’t, just replace the awkward, pointless ‘not confirmed’ moments between them, or just take less time for forced Renora drama.

13. They go on a full on date like I suggested before instead of ‘going dancing’ with Neon Katt.

14. During the course of Volume 7, they have any conversation - however in passing - with any of the people they’re supposedly close to, about their budding romantic feelings to each other.

15. Before they split into groups in volume 8, Yang kisses Blake goodbye on the cheek.

16. While Nora discusses her relationship problems with Ren to Weiss and Blake and Blake is literally giving her romantic advice, she admits that she knows where Nora is coming from because of her own history and then says “Even now with Yang, I’m still struggling with it,” both admitting to the fact that their relationship isn’t perfect and Blake is having problems with co-dependency, and confirming that they’re currently in or dancing around a romantic relationship.

17. Instead of making Yang and Jaune have a weird ‘Jaune thinks Yang is worried Ruby will think less of her for their argument but Yang is really only worried Blake will think less of her because ??? They didn’t do the same thing together, I guess???’ they could’ve had Yang actually say she feels like she should’ve gone with the other team and doesn’t like leaving Blake, leading to a brief conversation where Jaune says that if Blake really cares about her, she’s not going to think less of Yang for not being with her all the time. Yang says that she’s just worried because Blake has been in a relationship where she was treated horribly, and Jaune assures her that she’s not like that and Blake knows she’s not like that.

18. When Blake and Yang meet back up near the end of volume eight, they kiss like I suggested before.

19. During any time during any eight seasons of a show that’s been on for almost a decade, however ‘in passing’ of a moment, either Blake or Yang could’ve said or done anything to confirm that they are, in fact, not straight.

They could’ve had at least Yang be confirmed to have attraction to women as early as like the third episode of season one. The ‘it never had an organic moment before and therefore Blake and Yang aren’t queerbaiting’ excuse just doesn’t apply. There were tons of opportunities for either girls status as queer to be confirmed during this eight season long time period, and instead, they gave no real indication that either of them felt anything more than friendship towards any woman ever for five straight seasons (PUN NOT INTENDED,) and then started in on non-confirmed coding like hand-holding and forehead nuzzling while refusing to put a label to it and likely knowing that people are saying they’re just sister-ish because despite the pretty clear romantic coding, Blake and Yang still haven’t done anything that hasn’t been done by sisters in popular media, and all the while, they sell merch using Bumbleby shipping to do it and have ‘pride shirts’ with all four main girls on it despite the fact that none of them have actually been confirmed to be queer.

This whole idea that it can only be considered queerbaiting if Blake and Yang don’t kiss in volume nine because there just wasn’t an opportunity to confirm it before, and the whole idea that Bumbleby was one hundred percent always the plan from the beginning that’s being pushed by VAs like Barbara However-You-Spell Dunklemen (I’m not looking it up and the only thing my autocorrect is giving me is ‘donkeymen’) is saying... All of that is just so frustrating to me.

It’s already been queerbaiting, it’s not ‘only queerbaiting if it doesn’t happen after ten years’ because apparently people can only be confirmed gay if the time is right for them to kiss the one person they were intended to be endgame with and then they don’t, because the numerous chances to just drop the information that yes, queer people exist and have attraction to other people even if they’re not kissing their future spouse just don’t count.

And if it was planned from the beginning, then the writers are either purposefully stringing people along by being vague and trying to see how long they can get away with it, or they’re just woefully incompetent and bad at writing. From where I’m standing, it can be both/and just like @why-i-hate-rwby-now said in a recent post.

Long post short, there have been tons of chances to confirm Blake and Yang as queer before now, and ‘it could only be confirmed in volume nine so why complain about it until after that season’ is a super annoying thing to be told as a queer person.

#rwde #anti rwby #rwby criticism #rwby hate #rwby bashing #anti bumbleby #anti bumblebee #anti bumblby #anti blake x yang #anti yang x blake #anti bees #anti bb #Look this post isn't even anything against the ship #I just don't want to be stung #so I'm tagging eight ways to sunday

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let-it-raines · 4 years ago

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I Hope We Never See October (7/?)

When his personal life and football career go up in flames, Killian Jones escapes England for America, finding seclusion in Martha’s Vineyard in order to hide from his demons. It’s a fresh start, or at the very least a paused moment in his life, and all he needs is a few months alone to allow his heart to heal. He doesn’t count on meeting Emma Swan.

Emma’s life depends on tourists who come to the island every summer. It’s how she makes her money working in restaurants and clubs across the vineyard, but every year, she cannot wait until autumn comes and her life returns to normal. She especially cannot wait for Killian Jones to leave.

Rating: Mature

a/n: I so rarely get the time to go through comments anymore, but I had some time this morning and just plowed through responding to a bunch but not all (I'm getting there). I want to let you all know that you're sweethearts, and I really appreciate you! ❤️

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“So tell me, what are your intentions with our dear Emma?”

Killian coughs on his water, but luckily, he swallows it before it can all come out on his shorts. They’ve finally dried after Emma pulled him into the water, payback for him tossing her in, and he’d like to not be chilled after the sun has set and the air around them has cooled. Most of the Nolans’ neighbors have left and returned to their own homes, but several still remain lounging in the pool or inside where it’s warmer.

“Excuse me?”

“Emma,” Ruby repeats. The woman’s a little drunk, but no one would know it if it wasn’t for the slight way she delays a few of her words. Ruby’s girlfriend is inside getting her coffee now, but Killian already knows the hangover in the morning will be a killer. “Our lovely Emma Swan. What are your intentions with her?”

“To be her friend,” Killian says, not sure how to answer. Emma’s inside with David and Mary Margaret, and he wishes she were here to save him from this conversation.

“And to fuck her,” Ruby adds, and Killian nearly chokes on his water again. “But let me tell you something.” She pokes his chest, and Killian laughs. “She likes you.” “Is that what she said?”

“No, but she’s my best friend. I know her, and she likes you. Emma doesn’t like anyone. She talks about you all the time. I think she has a crush.”

“Does she now? Talk about me, that is.”

“Maybe not an official crush, but she talks about you, so she might as well write Emma Swan likes Killian Jones on all of her notebooks.”

She’s drunk, he reminds himself. She’s drunk, and she’s not sure what she’s saying. He and Emma have an agreement, and even though they can be rather friendly with each other, that’s simply the aftereffect of spending so much time together. You have to be a good communicator in order to have good sex, and, well, he might not be good at a lot of things now, but he’s good at that.

“Okay, lass,” he starts, standing from the chair. He helps Ruby stand as well, but she quickly does it on her own. Like her words, her steps only barely fumble, and he thinks that has something to do with the ridiculous heels she’s wearing. “Let’s go inside with everyone else, and let’s not talk about Emma anymore.”

Ruby hums, but he knows she won’t listen. He braces himself for the fallout.

But to his surprise, she doesn’t make a beeline for Emma. She goes straight to Mulan, hugging her as she makes Ruby’s coffee. Killian, however, does head for Emma. She’s on the couch in the living room. Her hair is freshly combed through, and she’s wearing what he can only assume are a pair of Mary Margaret’s pajamas. He’s seen an assortment of Emma’s, and there are very few floral sets like this.

Killian slips onto the cushion next to her, keeping his space. They’ve crossed a few of their own boundaries lately, but sometimes it’s good to keep them in place, especially around other people. Not that it matters here when everyone knows what he and Emma are to each other.

Well, what he thinks they are to each other. He’s trying not to put too much stock into what Ruby said, but the words have settled directly into the middle of his mind.

“What are you wearing?” he asks since everyone else seems to be occupied by the baseball game on the television.

“Mary Margaret’s. I didn’t bring extra clothes, and some asshole threw me into the pool.”

“What a wanker.”

Emma laughs and pulls a blanket up further over her, wrapping her body in it. “Do you want to leave soon? Go back to my place? It’s closer than yours.”

“You sure you haven’t had enough of me today?”

Emma exhales and pats his knee. “I’m sure.”

They drive separately to Emma’s place. Killian parks in his usual spot across the street while Emma parks in the driveway and leaves the front door unlocked for him to follow through. She’s already tossing her wet clothes into the washing machine by the time he gets inside.

“Hand me yours. I’ll wash them too.”

Killian glances down at his clothes. “I won’t have anything else to wear, darling. Though, I’m sure that’s your intention.”

Emma rolls her eyes and holds her hand out. “I don’t have to fake doing your laundry to see your dick, Jones. Just give me the clothes. You’ve left stuff upstairs.”

Killian slowly pulls his t-shirt off, making it as seductive as possible, but Emma only starts tapping her foot. He laughs and tosses his shirt into the machine before doing the same with his shorts and briefs. Emma does a bland wolf whistle, and Killian adds a small amount of sway to his hips as he walks upstairs to find the clothes she claims he left behind. There’s a pair of joggers in one of her drawers, which he quickly pulls on before going to her bathroom to brush his teeth. She joins him to do her nightly routine that he knows as well as his own now.

Wash face. Moisturize face. Brush teeth. Brush hair. Put lotion on arms and legs. Get in bed.

It’s far more intimate than he’s been with a woman in a long time, since Tink actually, but nothing about it is truly complicated. There’s no wondering if he’s taking her out enough, if he’s being supportive enough, if he’s being emotionally vulnerable enough, if he’s being enough. His arrangement with Emma is simple, even if sometimes little slivers of complicated slip in.

He likes her, likes sleeping with her, and even if he knows this all ends when he returns to his real life in England before October, he’s going to enjoy it for now.

Ruby’s words poke at the back of his mind, but he brushes them away. Again. And again until they disappear, at least for now. He knows they’ll sneak back in because if Emma likes him the way a drunk Ruby thinks, that could be complicated in more ways than he’s willing to think about.

More ways than he can handle without his own head becoming a messy place when this is the first time in a long time it’s been clear.

(But who is he kidding? The messy is already starting to slip in.)

Killian joins Emma in her bed, getting comfortable underneath the covers, and Emma flips over, the strap of her ridiculous floral pajamas falling over. Killian reaches for it and tugs it back up, his thumb running underneath her collarbone. Her skin is always ridiculously soft, which she always claims is from the lotion.

It’s not.

“Today was nice,” he whispers, still running his thumb along her collarbone. He leans in, gently and nudges his nose underneath it, breathing her in. She still smells of chlorine. “Thanks for letting me come along.” Emma hums and runs her hands through his hair, scratching along his scalp. Damn, that feels good. “I couldn’t stop you if I tried…not that I would. I guess you’re allowed to spend time with my friends.”

“Your generosity overflows.” Emma laughs, and Killian continues to work his mouth along her collarbone. “Your laugh is spectacular.” He drags his nose down her chest until he’s pushing aside her shirt and freeing her breast. “This is also spectacular.”

She laughs again, and Emma quickly unbuttons her shirt so Killian can have a better grasp on her breast. She arches her back and pulls down her shorts, and while Killian wasn’t planning on this being anything more than some light teasing, he now knows it isn’t that.

Not that he would ever complain.

His mouth dries when Emma reaches between them and grabs his cock underneath his joggers. It feels damn good, like it always does, and he moves away from Emma’s stomach to help pull down his joggers so Emma can get a better grip. Her hand is warm and soft, and he could let her do this all night.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and Emma smirks. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

“I’m hysterical. Get on your back.”

“You know I like a woman in charge.”

“Alright, don’t get on your back.”

Killian huffs and kisses just above her navel before flipping over onto his back, propping his head up with pillows. Emma moves to straddle his thighs, rubbing herself over him in order to tease, and Killian places his hands on her hips, helping her balance. It’s slow when she guides him into her, and Killian curses at how good it feels, how good she feels. It’s even slower when Emma begins to move her hips, a gentle back and forth that has her hair falling in damp waves over her shoulders. It’s a good view, a good feeling, even when the room is only illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window on the opposite side of the room and the light coming through the hallway door. It makes Emma’s hair glow nearly silver, and he grabs the ends, running it between his fingers.

Emma begins to talk about the party, telling him he missed a rousing rendition of Chicago, courtesy of a drunk Mary Margaret, and Killian doesn’t even want to imagine that. Emma does a pretty good impersonation, however, so he really has no choice other than to think about it.

This is good. It’s nice. For the last couple years, sex has been nothing but scratching the itch. It’s been fast, simple, and maybe only involved a few dates. There was no talking or laughing, and there definitely was not any impersonating drunk friends doing musical numbers.

Emma is so damn closed off most of the time, but there are moments like this, like earlier when she shared a little about her past, that he wonders if she’s becoming a little more open.

He thinks he’d like to get to know her more. At least as a friend since he knows more won’t be possible.

There those thoughts come again, invading his space just like Emma is.

Emma’s movements become a little stunted, the roll of her hips not as smooth, so Killian tightens his grip on her thighs and slowly moves them over. When he slips out of her, he quickly thrusts back in as they settle into their new position. The air is tight in his chest, his release coming faster than he expected, and he whispers so to Emma as his hand reaches down between them while her legs wrap around his ass and her hands trace the muscles in his back.

It’s good.

It’s all so bloody good, and he doesn’t want it to end.

But it does, of course, in several hissed curses and whispered words, and Killian grins into Emma’s collarbone before rolling off her.

“I was not expecting that,” Emma mumbles, patting his stomach, “but it works for me.”

“Glad to be of service,” Killian chuckles.

Emma hums and then gets out of bed to walk to the bathroom while he cleans up around them before grabbing the joggers off the floor and putting them back on. Emma comes out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and a tank top, a much more Emma-like outfit, and he smiles before getting comfortable in bed. He could go home, go back to the big house with no one around, but he knows Emma will let him stay here until she has to go to work in the morning.

“I’m exhausted,” Emma sighs before getting into bed and yanking the covers up to her neck. “Do you think I could get away with playing hooky tomorrow?”

“On a Sunday morning? At the Blue Dog?”

“Ugh,” she groans, “you’re right. I hate when you’re right.” “So you hate me all the time then?”

Emma rolls her eyes and kicks his shin. “Goodnight, Jones.”

Killian leans over and kisses her cheek. “Goodnight, Swan.”

-/-

The sun is beginning to rise when he wakes, the dark sky being infiltrated by little bursts of orange light, and while Killian tries to bury his face in Emma’s hair and fall back asleep, he can’t. Despite his best efforts, he’s awake, and after spending nearly an hour answering texts and emails from Ariel, Elsa, and Scarlet, he slowly climbs out of bed, making sure not to disturb Emma, and goes downstairs to fix breakfast. His stomach growls with hunger despite how much he ate yesterday, and surprisingly, Emma has food in her fridge. She’s a fan of take-out and leftovers from her places of work, so rarely is there ever food in the fridge.

Killian takes the eggs and milk out, grabbing some fruit too, before he grabs some flour from her cabinets. It’s been years since he used a waffle maker, and despite a disastrous first attempt, he gets the hang of it enough to start making some eggs on the stove. Emma can sleep like the dead, but her alarm should be going off any minute now. Usually, she heads straight for the shower, but Killian knows Emma can’t resist food, especially if it’s something different than what she eats every day.

There’s a creak upstairs, obviously Emma’s footsteps, and then he hears a door open, and Killian flips the waffle over.

“Emma, love, do you want fruit in your waffles? Or maybe some chocolate. I know you must have chocolate around here.”

There’s no answer, at least not from Emma.

“Are you my mom’s friend?”

Killian jumps and turns to see a kid standing in the kitchen. What the hell? Who the hell is that, and what is he doing in Emma’s house?

“Who, uh, who’s your mum?” Killian asks, scratching his ear and hoping Emma comes down the stairs at any moment. Maybe this is a neighbor’s kid who decided to have a little fun today. “Who are you, mate?”

“I think the better question,” an older man holding suitcases says, “is who the hell are you? And what do you think you’re doing in my son’s house?”

-/-

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