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A bunch of Gowan Kildé from my sketchbook... Calder's hottest brother you will always be famous to me

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[roe-and-memory]

i thought it would be important to bring up the fact that lightning canonically stims when hes excited or upset and someone (you follow this blog, u know who u are) pointed out to me that, since this clip was in maters daydream, it means lightning does it enough in Real Life for other people to notice and associate the action with lightnings joy 🙁

havent stopped thinking about it since.

there are definitely other clips maybe i’ll go through all the movies and make a compilation of them but dear god hes so silly 🙁

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Day 3: Snowglobe: Fromaggio

TW: yandere behavior, Formaggio is seriously messed up, suggestive words and undertones, reader is in danger, read is half naked (poor Muslim readers and modest readers), torture, use of manga color palette on Formaggio, reader is not male or female I just used masculine terms because fuck romance languages and their gender bullshit.

You wake up to the feeling of cold wet drops falling on your bare skin. You sit up after the last drop falling with a thick plop onto your exposed arm. Shivering you flutter your lashes to see something you never seen besides on mountains: snow.

Standing up you feel the cold wetness on your bare feet, damn your captor couldn't be bothered to give you shoes. Wait why was it snowing indoors? Looking up you see the glass sealing you into this icy prison. No, he couldn't have shrunken you on Christmas, you'd been a model "bambino" for him. You grit your teeth in frustration as you grip the long white shirt that barely covered your nakedness.

Sick pervert undressed you and redressed you only in his shirt before sentencing you to freeze in a "cheerful" snow globe. You fume further thinking how long he was going to keep you in here while he drinks and parties with his coworkers at his "company". You sit on the "snow" not caring how cold it was. How did you ever find yourself in this situation.

You remember bumping into a sleazebag at the bar you went to unwind at and smacking he bastard in the face. Before the drunkard could retaliate a lazy arm slung around your shoulder pulling you into a firm chest. The man holding you was quite handsome with tan skin and short auburn hair in a messy buzzcut. An easy smile came to his face as he looked at the man in front of you both.

"Sorry signor, but this mignolo is with me." He looks down at you with cheesy wink on his dumb face. What did he just call you?! You couldn't retaliate as your "savior" is punched in the face. The auburn-haired man barely flinches before hitting the man square in the jaw, causing the old geezer to go flying out the window. Formaggio yawns as the old guy struggles to get back up.

"You want to fight; eh it can't be helped."

You never really saw the man after that or learned the man's name. You only saw him a couple of times out and about. You never would have imagined such a laidback guy was capable of kidnapping until he told what his job was. You were horrified as the assassin in front of you pats your back awkwardly. "Hey at least you've got a house, and I don't care if you adopt a stray or two, just don't make me clean up its shit."

Bastard

The door opens to the shabby apartment as a boisterous person stumbles in, clearly not at all sober. Obnoxiously laughter scares off the cat that was watching your shrunken form with a predatory gaze. "Fuck off you useless cat, can't you see I'm trying to find carino!" No why?! Your drunk "lover" stumbles over towards the couch and curses when he trips and lands on it. His eyes are glazed until he sees the snow globe. "Oh, that's right, I remember where I put my bambino." Formaggio talks like he forgot a sock in the washer and not his shrunken lover.

"Hey sugar boy you really are mignolo! Did you miss me?" The man's brown eyes rove your barely covered form lecherously as he peers in the snow globe like a cat watching a goldfish. "Aw you're wearing my shirt; you really must have missed me. Don't worry I missed you too!"

You glare as you shiver in the globe as the gears in Formaggio's head spin. "Oh, you must be cold in that snow globe all alone on Christmas Eve." Tutting as you back away from the assassin who somehow could shrink you. You want out but not if it means this man will be the horndog he normally is.

"I've got a proposition for you bambino, we get you out of there and I'll warm you right up~" Gross he's so gross. You shake your head as you know what "warming you up" entails. Thin brows lift as you refuse his "generous" offer. Formaggio's flirtatious demeanor drops as he eyes you with a calculated expression. "No, hm maybe you're just not cold enough."

Cold water fills you lungs as Formaggio furiously shakes the globe harshly slamming your body into the sides of the globe. You hoped that would be enough to kill you but no Formaggio knew how to keep you barely alive so he could toy with you further. Formaggio laughs at your wet form. "Ha ha, wet for me already sweetheart but we're just getting started?" You once again are submerged in water as he shakes the cursed snow globe again and again. Your lungs are on fire and your whole body shakes furiously delusionally grasping to some form of warmth.

Formaggio puts the souvenir item down before staring intently down at your wet white shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. "Aw mignolo look at you, how could you be so careless you might get sick." Fuck this horrible bastard why won't he just leave you alone. You feel a faint warmth as tears stain your cheeks. "Hey you don't have to cry, I'm only playing with you, no need to be such a baby."

"Fuck you!" You shout with all your might causing the perverted man's mocha-colored eyes to light up. "Gladly bambino but you seem to be a bit cranky, maybe I should give you a little more time to-"

"NO PLEASE LET ME OUT I WANT TO BE WARM, I'M SORRY!" Pride be damned your lips were turning purple. You'd give in just to finally stop being cold. That was what Formaggio was counting on.

"Will you be a good bambino for me?" You bob your head up and down furiously causing the lazy man to chuckle. "Alright I'll be nice it is Christmas Eve after all." You find yourself growing as the glass of the snow globe shattered leaving faint cuts on your face. You stumble causing Formaggio to catch you. Fading in and out of consciousness as you feel warm and cold at the same time.

"Aw look how perfectly you fit into my arms, I'm so glad I didn't use antifreeze, you'd be way uglier dead." You feel his warm hands begin to rove your cold flesh but you lean into it.

You want to be warm again

Yes another one bitch, feel free to ask for a character. I'm definitely making the hero reader and villain Idia this Christmas as your full fic treat. I also can do platonic for oc or fandom which might be one of these days. I also am finishing two other fics right now, but the young ones must be fed

bambino: baby (term of affection)

mignolo: Southern Italian way of saying cutie, often referring to short people and children (Formaggio is teasing you using this)

carino: Darling

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2024–Day 26: Girls’ Trip Fairytale Ending–Jen’s Tale

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Word Count: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 27 28 29 30 31

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Notes:  This story is the 4th of an eventual 5 chapters of a story I wrote for the birthdays of @jrob64, @snowbellewells, and @kmomof4.

CS Genre: Season 6 fix it fic

Jen didn’t know what she expected transportation via storybook to be like, but she was delighted to discover it was something like entering a snowglobe.  Snowflakes swirled around her, and she watched with delight as they landed on her arms, her shoulders, the ends of her hair.  Each one was different, but each was thoroughly exquisite in its own way.  She knew that most people didn’t get her love of winter and snow but it was beautiful and fascinating, and she would go on loving it despite what anyone else might say.

So engrossed was Jen in the snow swirling around her, that she barely noticed moving from her place in the cabin until the air cleared and she found herself just inside the Charming’s flat.  Her eyes fell first on the tremendous, festively decorated Christmas tree in the sitting area and then the simpler evergreen wreath hanging on the inside of the door.

So it was Christmastime in her version of events?  Well, why not?  Wasn’t Christmas the time for magic?  And she would need some heavy duty, industrial strength magic to fix the mess Isaac had made of the latter part of season 6.

“So Hook….he killed my father?  Okay, that’s a little tough to process.” she heard David say from the kitchen area, and suddenly she knew just exactly where they were in the story. 

She hung back for a moment, trying to figure out just the right time and the right way to intervene.

“I was hoping I didn’t have to tell you,” Emma said, sounding defeated from her perch on the breakfast bar.

“Where the hell is Hook anyway?” David asked, aggressively pacing the kitchen. “He didn’t have the guts to come tell me himself?”

If anything, Emma looked even more dejected. “There’s more.  Hook, he … he left town.”

“What?” David exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and staring at his daughter in disbelief. 

“We had a big fight about him hiding this, and I told him if he wasn’t ready to trust me that, that we shouldn’t talk for a while,” Emma said, “so I guess he wasn’t ready, because Leroy saw him on the docks, and he got on the Nautilus and just…sailed away.”

At this, Jen found herself shaking her head, hurrying forward to intervene.

“Emma,” she said gently, “are you sure?  Are you absolutely SURE that’s what happened?”

Emma looked up, anger and pain written all over her face.  She spread her hands wide.  “He’s not here, is he?  What am I supposed to think?”

“I know how hurt you are by all that happened,” Jen said, “but hasn’t he shown you yet that you don’t need to put up your walls to protect yourself from him?  Hasn’t he proven how much he loves you?”

“Not enough to keep from hiding things from me,” she muttered.

“Kind of like how you hid the truth about the shears and your destiny as savior from him?” Jen asked, being careful to keep any hint of accusation from her tone.

“That’s….that’s different!” Emma spluttered, jumping from the counter and striding purposely toward the coat rack.  “I’ve gotta get to the station. Look, whatever you or I or anyone else might think of him, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that Leroy saw him leave me.  End of discussion.”

As though to punctuate her sentence, she stepped out the door and slammed it behind her.  The Christmas wreath on the door fell to the floor with the violence of the action.  David moved forward to replace the decoration on its perch.

“You know I’m right, don’t you David?” Jen asked.  

He didn’t look at her, instead taking long moments to adjust the wreath just so on the door.  Finally he turned back to face her.  “She’s my daughter, Jen, and she’s hurting, and he’s the cause of it, whatever led to it.  My focus has to be on helping her heal”

“But if things aren’t exactly the way they look…if maybe this is the work of a villain or something,” Jen said, “wouldn’t the ideal way to help her be to figure out the truth?  And you know Killian.  You know how much he loves Emma.  Doesn’t he deserve the benefit of the doubt?”

David frowned, and Jen could tell her words struck a chord in him.  “I suppose you’re right.”

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With another delightful swirl of snow, Jen found herself transported to the sheriff’s station where David and Emma were discussing digitizing files and the merits of busywork to help dull the pain. She decided to hang back in the shadows, watching to see how this scene played out.

“I’ve got just the thing to mend a broken heart,” Regina said happily, brushing snow off of her coat as she breezed into the station and held up a small piece of paper rolled into a scroll.

Emma eyed it warily. “Whatever spell that is, I don’t want it.  I’m seriously not in the mood for magic.”

“Who said anything about magic?” Regina said unfurling the scroll which was covered in so many images of the season, it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it.  “It’s a two for one drink coupon for that new club, Aesop’s Tables.  Seems they’re having a big Christmas sale.  It’d be a shame to waste it!”

David stepped up, looking at the coupon and shaking his head. “Really?  You think half priced liquor is the way to go.”

“I certainly do,” Regina said.  “We need a ladies night out, me, Emma and Snow.  We go early enough, we can get back in time for Christmas eve with the family.”

Emma looked unimpressed at the suggestion.  “Remember she’s in a sleeping curse?  She’s at home. Asleep.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to be asleep,” Regina said with a meaningful look at David.

“Oh come on!  I just woke up!” he said.  Regina gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes.  “I guess she doesn’t have to be asleep.”

Emma got to her feet, clearly in no mood for any of this. “I can’t. I’m about to go on patrol, and shouldn’t you be trying to break that curse?”

Regina blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, I’m working on it, but I could use a break.  We all could.  I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re trying to hide it because, well, you’re Emma, but you can’t just run from this.”

Emma gave her a hard look.  “I didn’t run.  Hook ran, so, there’s nothing more to say.”  She placed the last file on the pile in front of her with rather more force than strictly necessary, and then headed toward the door.  It was abundantly clear that she was running from the conversation as much as she was heading out on rounds.

“You know,” David said speculatively as she walked out, “I’ve been thinking.”

Regina snorted, “a dangerous pastime.”

He glared at her and then went back to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure it’s true.  I’m not sure Hook really DID run,” he finished.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” she asked, gesturing around the office to make her point. “Seems your daughter has some reason to think he skipped town.”

“Leroy,” David said.

“I beg your pardon?” Regina said.

“Leroy’s her reason,” David said.  “He apparently saw Hook on the docks, told Emma something about Hook getting on the Nautilus and sailing away.”

Regina tutted derisively.  “Leroy?  Emma’s just going on the word of that gossip girl?”

David shrugged.  “You know how hard it is for Emma to trust, how closely she guards her heart.  She’s hurting, but you and I both know Hook.  That man isn’t capable of loving by half measures.  It doesn’t make sense that he’d decide he doesn’t trust her and just….cut his losses and skip town.”

Jen nodded in satisfaction.  That’s the David she knew, rather than the clueless one Isaac wrote, the one who was ready to believe the worst of Killian at the slightest provocation.

“I guess you have a point there,” Regina conceded, “and we do have a psychopath running around trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support.  I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it’s time to give the pirate the benefit of the doubt.”

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With another swirl of snow, Jen found herself in the sitting room of Emma’s house.  She smiled as she saw the tall Christmas tree in the corner, bedecked with lights and garland and all manner of  hook, swan, storybook and Disney character ornaments.

The smile slid from her face as she spied Emma and Henry sitting together at opposite ends of the sofa.  Henry played on his phone, earbuds in place while Emma slowly, gently placed Hook’s possessions in his chest. She hesitated as she reached Liam’s ring hanging from its chain.  She held it close, looking down at it, the tears coming to her eyes in spite of herself.

Beside her, Henry seemed to notice her distress.  He pulled the earbuds from his ears.  “Mom, you okay?”

Emma took a deep breath and decisively placed the ring in the trunk and closed the lid.  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. “I have to be,” she added under her breath.  “Henry, can you take this out to the shed later?”

Henry nodded.  “Yeah, whatever you want.”

That was it?  That was all Henry had to say on the matter?  Clearly it was time for Jen to intervene again.

“Take a moment to think about this Emma, Henry,” Jen said.  “Look at what’s sitting before you.  Hook’s chest, filled with all his most prized possessions.  If he was going to leave you, why would he leave all of that behind?”

Jen saw a small glimmer of hope dawn in Emma’s eye, but just as quickly it disappeared.  “I don’t know, but I’ve already told you.  I have to face the facts.  Holding on to false hope only hurts worse.”

Beside her, Henry furled his brow.  “Jen’s got a point, mom,” he said, Jen nodded in satisfaction. Maybe the Truest Believer was ready to work his (metaphorical) magic once more.  “Killian spent two hundred years trying to avenge my grandma Milah.  Once he loves someone, he loves them forever.”

There was that tiny spark of hope in her eyes once more.  It lasted longer this time before it faded. “But sometimes love is not enough.  Seems that’s the case with Hook.”

“Mom, he literally went to hell for you,” Henry said.  “You two were proven True Love.  When Zeus wanted to send Killian to his ultimate reward–to the place he truly belonged–he sent him back to you.  You really think he gave all of that up over an argument?”

Emma took a moment to think this over and seemed to be on the verge of responding when there was a brisk knock on the door, and a moment later David and Regina strolled in.

“Regina…what the hell?” Emma asked, getting to her feet.

“Your Charming father and I have been talking,” Regina said, “and we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re being an idiot.”

“I’d like to point out for the record, that that is not  the conclusion I came to,” David said with an exasperated glare in the direction of his step-mother-in-law.  “I said that I thought your pain might be clouding your judgment.”

“Technicalities,” Regina said with a wave of the hand.

Emma rolled her eyes.  “As much as I’m enjoying the bickering at my expense,” she drawled, “is there a point to your visit?”

“We were thinking,” David said, stepping forward.  “How many times in this town has a villain screwed with things and made circumstances seem different than they are in order to despirit the heroes and further their plan?  How can we be sure Gideon didn’t, I don’t know, do something to make Killian leave?”

There was that hope in Emma’s eyes once more, and this time it stubbornly refused to fade.  “Do you really think that could be the case?” she asked.

“Of course!” Henry said, “and we know what Gideon’s trying to do!  He’s trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support before the final battle!  It would be just like him to get rid of Killian, her true love.”

“But…” Emma said, starting to protest once more, but far more weakly this time.

“Emma he’s your True Love, and that’s a special kind of magic,” David said, placing his hands on her arms.  “Don’t you at least owe him–and yourself–trying to figure out for sure?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Emma said, “but how?  Forget why he left.  We don’t even know where he went.”

Jen stepped up, looking at Regina.  “It’s Christmas time.  Surely there’s some sort of…I don’t know…enchanted Christmas ornament ro something that can help us out.”

“I don’t know about an ornament,” Regina said slowly, “but there is the legend of the Christmas wreath.”

“What legend is that, mom?” Henry asked.

“Well the evergreen wreath is a symbol of everlasting love, right?” Regina asked.  “You know, evergreens never shedding their green needles, the circle the symbol of that with no beginning or end, all of that?”

Emma shrugged.

“Well, apparently, at Christmastime, the wreath has a special, even greater magic,” Regina says.  “The magic of the season enhances its True Love properties, and, in short, if someone is True Love, it’s said they will be able to see their True Love in it, assuming they adorn it with something meaningful belonging to said True Love.”

“One problem,” Emma said.  “I don’t have a wreath.”

“But Grandma and Grandpa do!” Henry said excitedly.  “They made it together and it’s on their door!  That could work, couldn’t it?”

Regina groaned.  “Given how utterly sickening their True Love is, I’d say a wreath they lovingly made together might be the perfect option.”

“And as for something meaningful to Killian,” Emma said, reaching into the trunk and grasping Liam’s ring, “I’ve got the perfect thing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” David asked with a broad smile.  “Let’s get back to the loft!”

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“I don’t see anything,” Emma said dejectedly several minutes later.

Regina had poofed them directly to the loft, and Emma had wasted no time in draping Liam’s ring over her parents’ wreath before staring into the center of it.

“You have to believe, Emma,” Regina said, “truly believe in the strength and everlasting nature of your love.  You need to put all doubts from your mind.”

Emma took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked back through the center of the wreath.  She gasped, hearing him before she saw him.

“Emma? Emma are you there? I didn’t mean to leave. I was on my way back to you and Gideon, he sent me away.”

Slowly the picture began to emerge from within the wreath.  Killian seemed to be in some exotic place, a place in the desert.  If Emma wasn’t mistaken, he was standing beside…was that Ariel?...and he was speaking into what looked like a seashell.

“Seems he’s trying to communicate via ‘shell’ phone,” David grinned. Regina groaned and Emma shushed them both, concentrating on what she was hearing from the wreath…or shell…or whatever the hell was happening.

“I would never leave you. Emma. He wanted me out of the way, and I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m trying to get home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

Tears of relief filled Emma’s eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “Killian?” she answered.  

Through the wreath, she saw him start and look down in wonder at the shell in his hand.  “Emma?  You’re there?”

“I’m here,” she said tearfully.  “I hear you.  I love you too!”

“I’m trying desperately to get home to you,” he said.  “Christmas is tomorrow, and I couldn’t bear to spend it without you.  Do you have any suggestions?”

Emma looked around at Regina.  “Anything more to that wreath legend?” she asked.  “Can it, like, transport someone?”

“Well,” Regina said slowly, “I suppose it’s possible, if he could find a wreath of his own and something of yours to tether them together.  Maybe the wreath could bring him home.”

“Are you there, love?” Killian asked.

“He can’t hear you?” Emma asked Regina.  

She shrugged.  “Well he’s not my True Love.”

Emma rolled her eyes before telling Killian what Regina had just conveyed to her.  It was a matter of just a moment to get everything arranged.  As luck would have it, Ariel had, among her tremendous collection of random things, a Christmas wreath, and Killian was able to tether it to Emma’s by adding her engagement ring to its boughs.

There was a flash of Christmas lights, and then he was there, back in the room with them.

Jen held her breath, knowing what was coming, thrilled at the prospect of being a witness to it.  She pulled back to give them a bit of privacy, even if she had no intention of withdrawing entirely from a scene of such great importance to her very favorite fictional couple.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Killian said, taking her hand. “I should have told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago, and I should never, never have even considered running away.

Jen noticed the tears in Emma’s eyes, her watery smile as she looked up at him. “It’s okay.  I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth.  Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turned away, trying to pull him with her, but he held his ground.  “No,” he said, “no, there’s something I have to do before I get pushed into another portal and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Killian reached into his jacket pocket, wincing with the pain the movement caused his bruised body.  He pulled out the engagement ring and Jen noticed how brilliantly it shown in the light of the Christmas tree behind them.

“Swan,” he continued "I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of–that I will always, always be by your side.”  He sunk to one knee gazing up at her with every ounce of the love and adoration he felt for her. “So, Emma Swan, what do you say?  Will you marry me?”

While normally not nearly as exuberant as Krystal, it was only with great difficulty that Jen restrained herself from squealing.  The scene had been beautiful and romantic when she’d watched it on her TV screen–multiple times–but being there, in person–there were no words.

And then when Emma got to her knees beside him, took his face in her hands, gave him her yes and then kissed him tenderly, there was no way Jen could have held back her ecstatic sigh.

Neither Emma nor Killian, who were thoroughly engrossed with each other and cocooned in their love nor anyone else in the room heard or noticed as the snow swirled one last time to transport Jen back to the cabin.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[calamitoustide]

For the ask game tell me things about remus pls !!

ask game

hiii! you also get a little web weave too because i really wanted to make one and couldn't help myself!

How I feel about this character: I love him I am shaking him in a snowglobe in my top five marauders characters for sure

All the people I ship romantically with this character: James is probably my first-person and then Sirius too other than that I don't put him with anyone else but also I could probably be talked into anyone. I've seen him shipped with Frank which could be something I could see it. Just not Regulus I can't do Regulus.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: James <3 he's all I need!

My unpopular opinion about this character: He would under no circumstances be close to Regulus Black in any capacity which isn't really about Remus but like... it is at the same time. I also think too much of Remus revolves around Sirius it might just be because I'm over in jegulus world but everything I hear about Remus includes Sirius. I don't know if these things are unpopular it's just the first things I've thought of.

my OTP: Wolfstar I like moonchaser better I'm more interested in them but I don't see them staying together forever

headcannon: That man is so touch-deprived but his love language isn't physical touch and everyone knows that so no matter if they're physical with the rest of the group they aren't with him so it takes him a second when someone leans their head on his shoulder but then he just melts into it.

[santaverse]

That Familiar Feeling... (pt 3)

Quickly throwing on his coat, North reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his snowglobes. He tossed the trinket forward, causing a small vortex to open up. 

“ D-DON’T YOU KNOW WHEN TO QUIT, YOU MORTAL FOOL?! “ The Christmas Phantom was still being pursued by the mysterious Superhero Santa. He tried saying all sorts of threats to shake the deluded Santa Claus, but nothing worked. 

“ NEVER!! “ The spandex wearing Santa replied. “ SuperKlaus is a FORCE of nature! He is the WINTER BREEZE within the North Pole! He is the- OOF!! “ 

Suddenly, SuperKlaus collided with North, who now stood in front of him, thanks to the power of his magical snowglobe. The guardian simply looked down at him with a smirk.

“ Nothing gets past the belly! “ He chuckled, then turned to the disgruntled Santa. “ Are you okay, Phantom? “ 

The hooded Santa grumbled.

“ WH- NO I AM NOT! I WAS CHASED FOR FAR TOO LONG! “ He sinisterly rubbed his hands. “ NOW, HOLD THAT DELUDED FOOL STILL WHILE I BANISH HIM FOR HIS CRIMES!! “ 

“ That won’t be necessary. “ Super Santa replied with a raised brow. He knelt towards SuperKlaus and gave a worried look. “ Let’s just see if our new friend is alright… “

North nodded, then turned to see how the others were fairing. 

“ I’M THE EASTER BUNNY!! HEEHEHEEEEE!! “ 

“ No you’re not!! “ Nicholas responded. “ P-Please stop jumping! We’re gonna get you down…  somehow!! “

Reason scratched his head from underneath his hat.

“ How are we gonna do that, son? “

“ I-I-I don’t know!! Uh, j-just give me time to think and- “ 

Suddenly, the muscular Santa appeared from behind the two.

“ Oh Mister Bunny!!! “ He shouted up. “ I’ve got a big juicy carrot right here for yooooou!! “ He waggled his gloved finger and smirked. 

Nicholas and Reason gave a confused look to each other, then to the new Santa. 

“ Who are- What are you doing? “ Nicholas asked. “ If you do that he’s going to- “

“ CARROTS?! THE EASTER BUNNY LOVES CARROTS!!! HUHUHUH, WHEEEE!! “ The faux Easter Bunny immediately hopped from the chandelier. 

“ JUMP!!!! “ Nicholas gasped. “ W-We can’t just catch him!! We need a blanket! No, some mattresses! Some snow! Uh, uhhh, uhhh… “ 

Reason stared over to the Muscular Santa. The man was holding his arms out confidently. The western Santa raised a brow, then put a hand on Nicholas’ shoulder. 

“ Hold on, Nicholas. Let’s see what our new friend does here. “

“ Mister Reason, no! We can’t just expect him to- “

“ HYYYAH!! “ Just like that, the strong Santa Claus caught the faux Bunny Santa in his hands. “ Ooh, he’s much lighter than I thought! “ 

Nicholas was flabbergasted.

“ Wooooah… How did you do that? “

“ Oh this is nothing, really! “ He shrugged. “ Once you've stopped a truck with your bare hands, catching a guy is child’s play. “ 

Nicholas blinked a few times. “ O-Okay…!! “ 

“ Well then, if you two excuse me, I’m going to give this Santa to that big Santa- the one with the tattoos. “

The Muscular Santa hoisted the Bunny Santa onto his shoulder, then turned around, searching for the others. 

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“ Oh dear… O-Oh dear… Oh dear… “ 

Knees trembling, Jim slowly walked through the chaos of the workshop. He winced at the toy robots chasing the Yetis, gasped at the Santas who were stuck underneath piles of teddy bears, and whimpered at the Santas he could clearly recognize who were trapped in wrapping paper. 

“ F-Fred… Slim Santa… Action Santa… S-Scott… Klaus… oh dear…. H-h-hoh dear… “ 

It wasn’t long until Jim was near him- the Santa that was at the center of all this chaos. The amnesiac Santa immediately began to hyperventilate.

“ I can’t do this… I-I can’t… “ 

He grabbed his head, then looked up to the other Santa. But as he stared at this new Santa, something seemed… off.

As the mysterious Santa stood with his hands outpouring magic, his eyes were wide, his mouth was hung open, and he appeared very tense. Whoever this Santa Claus was...

He was absolutely terrified.

Jim’s breathing became calmer as he watched this stranger stand petrified. He knew he had to help.

“ U-Um… “ Jim found the courage to speak up as he inched closer. “ H-H-Hello there… Are you… okay? “ 

The other Santa Claus remained motionless. He didn’t even look at Jim. After a few silent moments however, he spoke.

“ …I-I don’t know. “

“ Y-You’re using too much of your magic… “ Jim motioned towards the others. “ It’s causing a mess- “

The other Santa interrupted Jim.

“ …I don’t know h-how to stop… “ 

Jim lowered his eyebrows.

“ ...O-Oh. I’m sorry. “ He took a beat, then asked. “ Um… What’s your name? “ 

“ My… name? “ 

“ Y-yes, what is your name? You’re a Santa Claus, s-so do you have a name? “

“ Santa… Who? “

[altschmerzes]

i just wanted to say the way you write roy… weeping crying shaking you like a snowglobe it is. So Good. like he cares he’s desperately trying not to care he’s desperately trying to Show that he Cares he has no idea what he’s doing he needs to be useful in some way at all times or he explodes… like. Screams. You Write Him So Well. he isn’t even my chosen blorbo and every time i read something you write from his pov i lose my mind a little. okay that’s all love u byeeeee <3

aaaaaAAAAAUUUGH you see characterization is. so, so important to me and this is like. i am holding this message close and hugging it tight thank you so much..... that is Exactly what sort of a person he is to me and i'm so SO beyond pleased to hear that my take on roy is one that resonates for you - even if he's not your chosen blorbo XD. i love writing his pov so much it's honestly one of my fave povs to be in. he's so...... there's so much to him i just wanna put him in a jar and shake him around and i'm so thrilled that the results of that ring true to you :') seriously thank you again this is. augh.

[jade-of-mourning]

hiii so uh I just found ur account but I see you post a decent amount of mako stuff,,,

are you planning on putting any of that on ao3 (finished fics or blurb ideas turned into fics) or is it solely tumblr? and would you possibly mind some short stuff based on some of your posts? idk he’s js my newest hyperfixation and your acc is so coolll :3

-🐌

HI ANON!!!! mako has been in my brain so much for the past few months; i just restrain myself from posting seven times a day and instead, i aggressively brainrot in my discord server with a single person in it. (it's me — i'm the single person)

i've been juggling a couple fics for ao3 on him lately (account, mostly atla writing), though tragically i've been at a bit of a writing block. it's probably from overthinking story structures, but trust that i'll get at least a couple of them out eventually haha. the main one is a post-canon fic called rose beds and gasoline veins at 11.9k as of now, followed by a silly 10-chapter 14-year-old-avatar!mako au called snowglobes don't shake on their own which i've spent some time casually outlining (featuring jinora and asami!). there's a post i spontaneously conjured up that would roughly act as half of the first chapter. i'll post the summary if you're curious lol

i've also got a couple random/short oneshots that i spontaneously wrote and completed, before promptly forgetting that i can post them, so… maybe i'll do that soon. one of them is a slightly different take on mako & bolin's family in ba sing se, on some of their cultural differences and traumas through hot pot (which i might expand into a longer oneshot on ao3 after i finish rose beds). the other one was initially a joke about him (who i like to hc as aro lol) accidentally being a really big fan of sex. it's very vague but it turned out kind of angsty in exploring how mako deliberately gives up control in an attempt to frame himself as his mother rather than the man who killed her (coping fr); it's not really up my usual alley, but i might post it somewhere sometime idk. i didn't ever really flesh it out in my head but i have some inklings for a mako & kai oneshot on forgiving yourself as a kid, a mako & lin beifong oneshot on his recruitment featuring better characterization than that spontaneous shitpost i made, and a half-written expansion of jobs in an actually comprehensible story-ish format focused more on pre-canon backstory of him and bolin. also, last night i kind of accidentally started an essay arguing the case of reading mako as "this is a male female character somehow", but that's a whole other brainrot. my friends think i'm insane for wanting to write an essay for fun :P

thank you so much for stopping by!!! i love to hear that people love this random fictional character too — it makes me really happy especially considering how many people do not love him haha. literally anyone please send me asks about writing or headcanons or brain thoughts and enable me to talk about mako because i can actually talk about mako so much.

and for the record, sorry for responding with so many words oops. i have a lot of thoughts.

^^ summary for the avatar!mako au that i might never finish but i think it's a really funny mix of crack and seriousness that i would love to write. maybe after i finish my marimba solo!

[domesticated-feral]

2 for teen wolf

and the shipping asks, 20 for scackson

Teen Wolf + 2. ..my three favorite characters and why I love them so much.

EZ number one is the one, the only, Jerkson Bitchmore, loml - lizard on my leg. he just latched onto me one day in 2021 and i havent been able to pry him off since.

I guess the whole secretly insecure jock archetype resonated with me in some way. I totally get his need to be absolute perfect at lacrosse because I was the same in the peak of my swimming career before I had to forcibly tone down my obsession with my timings and stuff 'cause I was suffering too much for my own good. the dedication to obsession pipeline is a slippery slope and i was skiing down it at top speeds :/

number two rn is scott because scottuary got me feeling hyped!!

but also scott is such a good character, he's someone i could and do take inspiration from. and gosh, i love scott mccall!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

number three would be derek!

i just wanna put him in the microwave and watch him spin around slowly right now. that's all. oh wait, i wanna write something in his pov again. i love writing derek pov fics. (especially scerek with derek pov, absolute chef's kiss writer's keysmash)

Scackson + 20. …how and when they should get/should have gotten together.

im a firm s1 scackson should've happened believer. like that obsession jackson had with scott should have either 1. awakened the bi in him or 2. he had known he's been bi and his bi-ness does the most bi thing ever and turned his obsession into a crush.

also big scackson hc is that jackson is scott's bi awakening (hc may contradict since i also have this sentiment with sciles, scerek, etc etc but whatever, these are my emotional support headcanons)

so me being a sucker for secret relationships also puts that in the mix along with jackson first off giving his reasoning for getting into all of this with scott as just a way to 'keep scott in check' bwahahha no. the exact opposite is happening where scott is keeping jacky boy in check.

BUT, im also a sucker for post-canon rekindlements so i would also be quite chuffed with a unsaid crush from either party in the start of the series that gets requited when they're proper adults urghhhhh the past history of it all *shakes this imaginary scenario like its a snowglobe*

[krikeymate]

For song suggestion things because this just came on shuffle and I’m sat here crying at 2am thinking about Tara.

Ethan Jewell - Snowglobe

I'm slamming you against a wall. Don't even talk to me about Ethan Jewell man. His music really enhances my depression. I listen to him all the time.

Snowglobe is SUCH a Tara song.

Imagine you're in a snowglobe, right? / And all these people keep coming and shaking you around / It's above, below you, and then you're on the ground, the snow flutters around / Searching for a soft place to land -> Tara feels trapped. In this town, in this family. She's stuck while everyone around her can just... leave. Her life, it feels like a circus act, a spectacle for people to gossip on. They're always whispering about her, about poor Tara with the hard life, with the shitty family. This is her childhood. She's protected, put in a bubble, a little isolated and only seen from afar. An accessory for her father, a trinket for her mother, something to be cherished by her sister.

The person stares and appreciates, but not for a tad / Bit later they begin to shake more violently, and you begin to trip less valiantly / And then it all comes crashing down -> As she gets older, pity becomes more questioning. People expect more, they want to know more. They want more from her. But she has no one to hold on to. No hand to help guide her through this, through growing up. Sam doesn't want to talk to her anymore, she's pulling away and she's always so angry. The world becomes a little darker, a little colder, and then Sam's gone.

You wake up in a cold sweat, it's 3 am, and you're still depressed / Why is this happening, where did I go wrong / Is God angry at me / Or am I just another sad song / Another sad, sad song /Just another sad, sad, sad, sad, song -> What did she do to deserve this? To be so alone. Was she not worth staying for? Did she drive them away? Why wasn't she good enough.

Cause here we are again in this endless fucking snow globe / Round and round we're shaken, stared at like an alien probe / The snow's overwhelming, defeating every sound / Please, giant human, can you just drop me and smash me to the ground -> Every day it's the same. Life just becomes a series of repetitive motions. Smile, pretend to be happy, pretend like the heart inside her chest isn't held together with tape. Go to school, laugh with her friends, come home to an empty house. She wishes it would just stop. That something would change. Anything.

[mossible]

Hellooo I have come from AO3 to say Many Things!!! About Cracked Snowglobes!!

But now i'm unsure where to even begin with the gushing because chapter 4 has left me CLIMBING the walls, hanging upside down from my ceiling, HOWLING because good cod !!!!! Intense argument after intense emotional moment after brief humorous, hopeful breath of air, thEN MORE INTENSE CONFLICT--

I was positively SHAKING in bed when i read it last night, it left me IN SHAMBLES (⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

I've been meaning to comment in more detail on every chapter, and just list up everything little detail and exchange i love, but after the current chapter i had TO COME HERE FIRST to send an Ask!!

I am SO HAPPY to see Off the Hook and the Squid sister and Splatoon hanging out, and knowing that sweet, brave Eight is in good, caring hands now 🥺 they deserve the world, and their genuine admiration and trust in Octavio had me 🥹 it was so cathartic to see Marina have the heart to heart she needed with her former leader as well, even if they don't agree with everything, Octavio's growth already showed a teeeny tiny bit in him, reluctantly, agonizingly, agreeing with Marina and making that promise to her (and by extension, to Eight and all of his people)

I don't know what you have planned for the next chapter, i know this one's gonna be tricky since it has to essentially fill in the void between game 2 and 3, but man!!! I really really really hope that, despite all of the baggage and anger and yelling, Octavio can find some solace, something to hold onto, in the genuine hope and trust that Eight, Callie, and Marina put in him, in spite (or because?) of everything 🙏 he's gonna have another tough road ahead of him, but i believe in this stubborn, clever, spiteful old man 🐙 he has fucked up many times before, but i believe he will try his best to keep his word, if only to not let the people down that put their trust in him (maybe that's hust me being delulu and naive tho agsjshdjfhgfd)

My god that ENDING tho!!! The leaky roof has CRASHED DOWN metaphorically, and it's really lucky that Octavio jumped the heck outta there because i would NOT want to be at the camp after all that!

There's poor Callie, probably having a small breakdown rn, and Cuttlefish, who let some /real nasty/ things slip out there (granted, that was mostly the result of being spurred on and goaded by Octavio to be his worst self, i think) that i can't rly see Marina and Eight just... overlook, tbh (especially after he also pulled that whole past identify reveal on Marina in the Metro, which could have potentially ended very, very poorly)... The mood there is probably. 😬😬😬 Rip to the planned party 🎉

There's soooo much more i would like to say, but yeah that's gonna be probably better said in individual chapter comments, but i just HAD to get this all out!

Thank you so much for your incredible work!! The long chapters are a delight to read personally, even if they seem a bit daunting at first; since the writing and pacing is so good, it's very easy to breeze through them :D

I wish you a belated Happy New Year and lots of inspiration, motivation, and free writing time for the chapter 5, I'm super looking forward to whatever you've planned next! 🙌🐙✨

WAUUAUGHH TYSM OMGGG!! i absolutely relate on the commenting thing LOL sometimes ill spend months keeping up with a fic, only to realize later on that oh. oops i havent commented at all. i really shouldve done that! very much a regular ao3 reader thing to overlook it, so i absolutely dont blame u at all LMAO (i do look forward to the comments though, ive said this like hundreds of times it feels like already but feedback rlly is such a strong motivator when it comes to writing! very funny how reading words makes you want to make more words)

but. again. WAHHH thank you !! im glad youve been enjoying so far, and ur kind words mean so so sososo much ;_; omg

i'm very excited to get chapter 5 out to yall, but im also super excited to just like. write it in general LOL it has a LOTTTTT of stuff that i cant exactly talk about just yet, considering that it would all be spoilers for what exactly goes down, but im super hyped for it. and im the one writing it!

the only thing i can say is that, yeah youre spot on about it being tricky and having to bridge that gap! i don't have any plans to change the actual plot points that happen in the games themselves, excluding whatevers gonna happen for the s3 dlc which we essentially know uh. nothing about! we're currently still on track to be following the story modes' outlines. (but as soon as we get off of that track? hooh boy ive got some silly ideas >:))

again tho, thank you so much ik i keep saying it but. it means so much to hear how yall are liking the fic !! <3

[butchviking]

Ok at this point with the Gerard images… is it that youre into the idea of being mr way?? getting all the mcr loving pussy following an intense study of his methods?

🚬🤨 🔦 🪤 <- me as a chain smoking private eye interrogating u

Ngl if I could conduct myself like that and get that level of interest… Well… that’s a thot for when I’m off duty

🚬🥸📣💭<- me distracted on duty by the concept of what if i could dress myself like mr way and get that much interest from the babes

Except it won’t work for most of them becos statistics means they’re majority straight gurls 😒 but the rest…… 🥸

Other than that idea I’m struggling so much following along with you…. Like I’ll hold back to be nice but I just can’t see it….. yet? besides appreciating like, is this what other women are into??? If I dress this way could I….?

but i love your enthusiasm 😭

I JUST THINK HE'S NEAT 😭

i would hate to be gerard way i mean i kin him and id love to crawl inside his brain or dissect & examine it or something but i like being me :3 sort of :3 and i could never pull off all those outfits like he does. the behaviours we have in common are the strange & off-putting ones and i dont think theyre doing terribly much for me. but if a cheerard dress would get me babes then maybe i would have 2 reconsider 🤔

hes just a little guy im just passionate abt his music and his mission. and his life story or whatever. he sings good songs and writes incredible lyrics and inspires me and im emotionally invested in him and ive locked him up in one of the four chambers of my heart and im not letting him out. the images are just my way of shaking him in your face like a snowglobe and screeching "look what i found" bc i want everyone to share in my passion <3

[leverage-ot3]

a money snowglobe that she shakes when she misses him!

when eliot sees her looking sad he gives her another bill or change to put in it <3

Hardison should make a hollow glass sculpture of himself and fill it with money for Parker to hang out with when he's not around

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending--Chapter 5 of 6

Summary:  This is my combined birthday gift for Joni (  @jrob64​  ), Marta ( @snowbellewells ) and Krystal ( @kmomof4 ).  Happy birthday ladies! Four fandom friends are nearing the end of their annual girls’ trip when they’re suddenly visited by Isaac, the author before Henry.  He gives them an each a gift–an opportunity to jump into any scene in the storybook they want and fix it.  Large focus on CS, although other characters and relationships will be explored.  A big shoutout to @hollyethecurious​ and @winterbaby89 for betaing!

Word Count: 2420

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew @annaamelll @flslp87 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay @ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch @missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04 @nickillian  @gillie  @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4  @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious @laughswaytoomuch  @allyourdarlingswans  @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight, @lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree  @jrob64  @anmylica   @booksteaandtoomuchtv​ @elfiola

Other chapters:  (1) (2) (3) (4)

Can also be found on: (ao3) (ff.net)

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Jen didn’t know what she expected transportation via storybook to be like, but she was delighted to discover it was something like entering a snowglobe.  Snowflakes swirled around her, and she watched with delight as they landed on her arms, her shoulders, the ends of her hair.  Each one was different, but each was thoroughly exquisite in its own way.  She knew that most people didn’t get her love of winter and snow but it was beautiful and fascinating, and she would go on loving it despite what anyone else might say.

So engrossed was Jen in the snow swirling around her, that she barely noticed moving from her place in the cabin until the air cleared and she found herself just inside the Charming’s flat.  Her eyes fell first on the tremendous, festively decorated Christmas tree in the sitting area and then the simpler evergreen wreath hanging on the inside of the door.

So it was Christmastime in her version of events?  Well, why not?  Wasn’t Christmas the time for magic?  And she would need some heavy duty, industrial strength magic to fix the mess Isaac had made of the latter part of season 6.

“So Hook….he killed my father?  Okay, that’s a little tough to process.” she heard David say from the kitchen area, and suddenly she knew just exactly where they were in the story.  She hung back for a moment, trying to figure out just the right time and the right way to intervene.

“I was hoping I didn’t have to tell you,” Emma said, sounding defeated from her perch on the breakfast bar.

“Where the hell is Hook anyway?” David asked, aggressively pacing the kitchen. “He didn’t have the guts to come tell me himself?”

If anything, Emma looked even more dejected. “There’s more.  Hook, he … he left town.”

“What?” David exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and staring at his daughter in disbelief. 

“We had a big fight about him hiding this, and I told him if he wasn’t ready to trust me that, that we shouldn’t talk for a while,” Emma said, “so I guess he wasn’t ready, because Leroy saw him on the docks, and he got on the Nautilus and just…sailed away.”

At this, Jen found herself shaking her head, hurrying forward to intervene.

“Emma,” she said gently, “are you sure?  Are you absolutely SURE that’s what happened?”

Emma looked up, anger and pain written all over her face.  She spread her hands wide.  “He’s not here, is he?  What am I supposed to think?”

“I know how hurt you are by all that happened,” Jen said, “but hasn’t he shown you yet that you don’t need to put up your walls to protect yourself from him?  Hasn’t he proven how much he loves you?”

“Not enough to keep from hiding things from me,” she muttered.

“Kind of like how you hid the truth about the shears and your destiny as savior from him?” Jen asked, being careful to keep any hint of accusation from her tone.

“That’s….that’s different!” Emma spluttered, jumping from the counter and striding purposely toward the coat rack.  “I’ve gotta get to the station. Look, whatever you or I or anyone else might think of him, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that Leroy saw him leave me.  End of discussion.”

As though to punctuate her sentence, she stepped out the door and slammed it behind her.  The Christmas wreath on the door fell to the floor with the violence of the action.  David moved forward to replace the decoration on its perch.

“You know I’m right, don’t you David?” Jen asked.  

He didn’t look at her, instead taking long moments to adjust the wreath just so on the door.  Finally he turned back to face her.  “She’s my daughter, Jen, and she’s hurting, and he’s the cause of it, whatever led to it.  My focus has to be on helping her heal”

“But if things aren’t exactly the way they look…if maybe this is the work of a villain or something,” Jen said, “wouldn’t the ideal way to help her be to figure out the truth?  And you know Killian.  You know how much he loves Emma.  Doesn’t he deserve the benefit of the doubt?”

David frowned, and Jen could tell her words struck a chord in him.  “I suppose you’re right.”

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With another delightful swirl of snow, Jen found herself transported to the sheriff’s station where David and Emma were discussing digitizing files and the merits of busywork to help dull the pain. She decided to hang back in the shadows, watching to see how this scene played out.

“I’ve got just the thing to mend a broken heart,” Regina said happily, brushing snow off of her coat as she breezed into the station and held up a small piece of paper rolled into a scroll.

Emma eyed it warily. “Whatever spell that is, I don’t want it.  I’m seriously not in the mood for magic.”

“Who said anything about magic?” Regina said unfurling the scroll which was covered in so many images of the season, it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it.  “It’s a two for one drink coupon for that new club, Aesop’s Tables.  Seems they’re having a big Christmas sale.  It’d be a shame to waste it!”

David stepped up, looking at the coupon and shaking his head. “Really?  You think half priced liquor is the way to go.”

“I certainly do,” Regina said.  “We need a ladies night out, me, Emma and Snow.  We go early enough, we can get back in time for Christmas eve with the family.”

Emma looked unimpressed at the suggestion.  “Remember she’s in a sleeping curse?  She’s at home. Asleep.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to be asleep,” Regina said with a meaningful look at David.

“Oh come on!  I just woke up!” he said.  Regina gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes.  “I guess she doesn’t have to be asleep.”

Emma got to her feet, clearly in no mood for any of this. “I can’t. I’m about to go on patrol, and shouldn’t you be trying to break that curse?”

Regina blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, I’m working on it, but I could use a break.  We all could.  I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re trying to hide it because, well, you’re Emma, but you can’t just run from this.”

Emma gave her a hard look.  “I didn’t run.  Hook ran, so, there’s nothing more to say.”  She placed the last file on the pile in front of her with rather more force than strictly necessary, and then headed toward the door.  It was abundantly clear that she was running from the conversation as much as she was heading out on rounds.

“You know,” David said speculatively as she walked out, “I’ve been thinking.”

Regina snorted, “a dangerous pastime.”

He glared at her and then went back to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure it’s true.  I’m not sure Hook really DID run,” he finished.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” she asked, gesturing around the office to make her point. “Seems your daughter has some reason to think he skipped town.”

“Leroy,” David said.

“I beg your pardon?” Regina said.

“Leroy’s her reason,” David said.  “He apparently saw Hook on the docks, told Emma something about Hook getting on the Nautilus and sailing away.”

Regina tutted derisively.  “Leroy?  Emma’s just going on the word of that gossip girl?”

David shrugged.  “You know how hard it is for Emma to trust, how closely she guards her heart.  She’s hurting, but you and I both know Hook.  That man isn’t capable of loving by half measures.  It doesn’t make sense that he’d decide he doesn’t trust her and just….cut his losses and skip town.”

Jen nodded in satisfaction.  That’s the David she knew, rather than the clueless one Isaac wrote, the one who was ready to believe the worst of Killian at the slightest provocation.

“I guess you have a point there,” Regina conceded, “and we do have a psychopath running around trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support.  I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it’s time to give the pirate the benefit of the doubt.”

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With another swirl of snow, Jen found herself in the sitting room of Emma’s house.  She smiled as she saw the tall Christmas tree in the corner, bedecked with lights and garland and all manner of  hook, swan, storybook and Disney character ornaments.

The smile slid from her face as she spied Emma and Henry sitting together at opposite ends of the sofa.  Henry played on his phone, earbuds in place while Emma slowly, gently placed Hook’s possessions in his chest. She hesitated as she reached Liam’s ring hanging from its chain.  She held it close, looking down at it, the tears coming to her eyes in spite of herself.

Beside her, Henry seemed to notice her distress.  He pulled the earbuds from his ears.  “Mom, you okay?”

Emma took a deep breath and decisively placed the ring in the trunk and closed the lid.  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. “I have to be,” she added under her breath.  “Henry, can you take this out to the shed later?”

Henry nodded.  “Yeah, whatever you want.”

That was it?  That was all Henry had to say on the matter?  Clearly it was time for Jen to intervene again.

“Take a moment to think about this Emma, Henry,” Jen said.  “Look at what’s sitting before you.  Hook’s chest, filled with all his most prized possessions.  If he was going to leave you, why would he leave all of that behind?”

Jen saw a small glimmer of hope dawn in Emma’s eye, but just as quickly it disappeared.  “I don’t know, but I’ve already told you.  I have to face the facts.  Holding on to false hope only hurts worse.”

Beside her, Henry furled his brow.  “Jen’s got a point, mom,” he said, Jen nodded in satisfaction. Maybe the Truest Believer was ready to work his (metaphorical) magic once more.  “Killian spent two hundred years trying to avenge my grandma Milah.  Once he loves someone, he loves them forever.”

There was that tiny spark of hope in her eyes once more.  It lasted longer this time before it faded. “But sometimes love is not enough.  Seems that’s the case with Hook.”

“Mom, he literally went to hell for you,” Henry said.  “You two were proven True Love.  When Zeus wanted to send Killian to his ultimate reward–to the place he truly belonged–he sent him back to you.  You really think he gave all of that up over an argument?”

Emma took a moment to think this over and seemed to be on the verge of responding when there was a brisk knock on the door, and a moment later David and Regina strolled in.

“Regina…what the hell?” Emma asked, getting to her feet.

“Your Charming father and I have been talking,” Regina said, “and we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re being an idiot.”

“I’d like to point out for the record, that that is not  the conclusion I came to,” David said with an exasperated glare in the direction of his step-mother-in-law.  “I said that I thought your pain might be clouding your judgment.”

“Technicalities,” Regina said with a wave of the hand.

Emma rolled her eyes.  “As much as I’m enjoying the bickering at my expense,” she drawled, “is there a point to your visit?”

“We were thinking,” David said, stepping forward.  “How many times in this town has a villain screwed with things and made circumstances seem different than they are in order to despirit the heroes and further their plan?  How can we be sure Gideon didn’t, I don’t know, do something to make Killian leave?”

There was that hope in Emma’s eyes once more, and this time it stubbornly refused to fade.  “Do you really think that could be the case?” she asked.

“Of course!” Henry said, “and we know what Gideon’s trying to do!  He’s trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support before the final battle!  It would be just like him to get rid of Killian, her true love.”

“But…” Emma said, starting to protest once more, but far more weakly this time.

“Emma he’s your True Love, and that’s a special kind of magic,” David said, placing his hands on her arms.  “Don’t you at least owe him–and yourself–trying to figure out for sure?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Emma said, “but how?  Forget why he left.  We don’t even know where he went.”

Jen stepped up, looking at Regina.  “It’s Christmas time.  Surely there’s some sort of…I don’t know…enchanted Christmas ornament ro something that can help us out.”

“I don’t know about an ornament,” Regina said slowly, “but there is the legend of the Christmas wreath.”

“What legend is that, mom?” Henry asked.

“Well the evergreen wreath is a symbol of everlasting love, right?” Regina asked.  “You know, evergreens never shedding their green needles, the circle the symbol of that with no beginning or end, all of that?”

Emma shrugged.

“Well, apparently, at Christmastime, the wreath has a special, even greater magic,” Regina says.  “The magic of the season enhances its True Love properties, and, in short, if someone is True Love, it’s said they will be able to see their True Love in it, assuming they adorn it with something meaningful belonging to said True Love.”

“One problem,” Emma said.  “I don’t have a wreath.”

“But Grandma and Grandpa do!” Henry said excitedly.  “They made it together and it’s on their door!  That could work, couldn’t it?”

Regina groaned.  “Given how utterly sickening their True Love is, I’d say a wreath they lovingly made together might be the perfect option.”

“And as for something meaningful to Killian,” Emma said, reaching into the trunk and grasping Liam’s ring, “I’ve got the perfect thing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” David asked with a broad smile.  “Let’s get back to the loft!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“I don’t see anything,” Emma said dejectedly several minutes later.

Regina had poofed them directly to the loft, and Emma had wasted no time in draping Liam’s ring over her parents’ wreath before staring into the center of it.

“You have to believe, Emma,” Regina said, “truly believe in the strength and everlasting nature of your love.  You need to put all doubts from your mind.”

Emma took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked back through the center of the wreath.  She gasped, hearing him before she saw him.

“Emma? Emma are you there? I didn’t mean to leave. I was on my way back to you and Gideon, he sent me away.”

Slowly the picture began to emerge from within the wreath.  Killian seemed to be in some exotic place, a place in the desert.  If Emma wasn’t mistaken, he was standing beside…was that Ariel?...and he was speaking into what looked like a seashell.

“Seems he’s trying to communicate via ‘shell’ phone,” David grinned. Regina groaned and Emma shushed them both, concentrating on what she was hearing from the wreath…or shell…or whatever the hell was happening.

“I would never leave you. Emma. He wanted me out of the way, and I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m trying to get home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

Tears of relief filled Emma’s eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “Killian?” she answered.  

Through the wreath, she saw him start and look down in wonder at the shell in his hand.  “Emma?  You’re there?”

“I’m here,” she said tearfully.  “I hear you.  I love you too!”

“I’m trying desperately to get home to you,” he said.  “Christmas is tomorrow, and I couldn’t bear to spend it without you.  Do you have any suggestions?”

Emma looked around at Regina.  “Anything more to that wreath legend?” she asked.  “Can it, like, transport someone?”

“Well,” Regina said slowly, “I suppose it’s possible, if he could find a wreath of his own and something of yours to tether them together.  Maybe the wreath could bring him home.”

“Are you there, love?” Killian asked.

“He can’t hear you?” Emma asked Regina.  

She shrugged.  “Well he’s not my True Love.”

Emma rolled her eyes before telling Killian what Regina had just conveyed to her.  It was a matter of just a moment to get everything arranged.  As luck would have it, Ariel had, among her tremendous collection of random things, a Christmas wreath, and Killian was able to tether it to Emma’s by adding her engagement ring to its boughs.

There was a flash of Christmas lights, and then he was there, back in the room with them.

Jen held her breath, knowing what was coming, thrilled at the prospect of being a witness to it.  She pulled back to give them a bit of privacy, even if she had no intention of withdrawing entirely from a scene of such great importance to her very favorite fictional couple.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Killian said, taking her hand. “I should have told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago, and I should never, never have even considered running away.

Jen noticed the tears in Emma’s eyes, her watery smile as she looked up at him. “It’s okay.  I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth.  Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turned away, trying to pull him with her, but he held his ground.  “No,” he said, “no, there’s something I have to do before I get pushed into another portal and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Killian reached into his jacket pocket, wincing with the pain the movement caused his bruised body.  He pulled out the engagement ring and Jen noticed how brilliantly it shown in the light of the Christmas tree behind them.

“Swan,” he continued "I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of–that I will always, always be by your side.”  He sunk to one knee gazing up at her with every ounce of the love and adoration he felt for her. “So, Emma Swan, what do you say?  Will you marry me?”

While normally not nearly as exuberant as Krystal, it was only with great difficulty that Jen restrained herself from squealing.  The scene had been beautiful and romantic when she’d watched it on her TV screen–multiple times–but being there, in person–there were no words.

And then when Emma got to her knees beside him, took his face in her hands, gave him her yes and then kissed him tenderly, there was no way Jen could have held back her ecstatic sigh.

Neither Emma nor Killian, who were thoroughly engrossed with each other and cocooned in their love nor anyone else in the room heard or noticed as the snow swirled one last time to transport Jen back to the cabin.

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Mischief and Bagels |Prologue

A humor B99 x Marvel Crossover.

Plot: Loki fleed Asgard and he is now roaming the earth. Only the mightiest heroes on earth could stop him- with the help of the world's mightiest detective (in his opinion), who knows the streets of Brooklyn like the back of his hand.

Characters: Y/N x various marvel characters, Y/N x The Squad of the 99, might some Y/N x Matt Murdock and Y/N x Jake Peralta who does his best at flirting.

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A/N: no one’s dead, infinity war and end game didn’t happen, everyone’s fine &lt;3

Song to listen to while reading:

"Are you sure, I'm at the right place?", a young y/h/ed woman asks, as she swivels around on the sidewalk. She eyes the detectives and police officers that make their way past her in confusion.

"Yeah, Y/N, for the millionths time, you are.", Tony Stark, who is on the other side of the line responds: "I can see you through the security cameras, by the way." Y/N perks up in search of the lens. "Now, please- turn around." A soft sigh leaves her lips before she does as she's told.

"That's the NYPD building.", the y/h/c woman reports.

"Yeah, I know.", Tony's voice is fatigued, and judging by the way it gets cut off every few seconds he is slapping himself with the phone. "Are you sure, I'm-".

She can pretty much sense, how Tony runs a hand down his face:" At the right place? For fucks sake- Yes! Now would you please go inside to the third floor, and ask for Captain Holt. He will explain everything to you. Steve will likely show up in an hour or two."

Jake Peralta, who is sitting at his desk absently stares into the small snowglobe he's holding in his hands. For the past couple of hours (days if he was being honest) he has done nothing but that... shaking the ornament and eyeing how the tiny snowflakes fall on top of the roof of the gingerbread house.

The last weeks have been frustrating, something has been happening in Brooklyn lately. Something big, if not huge- and SHIELD told the whole NYPD, that they weren’t permitted to act on it until further notice. Which basically meant never.

They've been put on time out.

"Dude.", a voice lets out, and without looking up he moans in response.

"Not now Rosa, can't you see that I’m unbelievably busy?" "Dude!"

The detective takes a deep breath before he abruptly turns his head in the direction of his friend. Only to make eye contact with Y/N Y/L/N. As in Avenger's Y/N. As in "Killer Queen". As in his dream girl. "Hi.", she says and looks down at him, an inelegant smile emerging on her lips. Jake opens up his mouth and tries his best to answer, but when he realizes that no words are coming out, he shuts it again.

The hero in front of him lifts her eyebrow: "I am looking for a Captain Holt, I was wondering if- wait, are you okay?" Y/N glances at him, with visible worry on her face. In the last few seconds, Jake hadn't blinked. Not once. The young woman stares at him for a brief moment, before she turns around: "I think we might need a doctor- I'm not really sure."

"Nah, don’t mind him. He‘s okay.", Rosa answers and nods her head towards a door: "That’s Holt's office, just knock." Y/N flashes her a sharp smile, before turning once more to look at Jake: "Get well soon, I- I guess."

He watches her as she walks away. Y/N knocks at Holt‘s door, before slipping into it. "Damn, Jake.", Rosa states and sits down on top of his desk. "Smooth." But her friend doesn't react to her comment, instead, he turns to his friend Charles Boyle. "Did you see that?!"

"If I saw that? I made a picture of your interaction in my head. If you two ever get married, I have proof of the minute she fell in love with you. Right-", he points against his temple: "Here.".

Jake stares at his friend, and his smile slowly fades: "You could have simply said yes, you know." Charles nods and holds both his thumbs up.

"Did I fall asleep on my desk, or was that really Y/N?!", Jake asks, his eyes lightening up. Rosa nods: "Yep, pretty cool!"

"I heard, she fought aliens in space." He leans back in his chair, pointing his finger towards the ceiling. Amy Santiago, who sits at the other table rolls her eyes before she proceeds with her paperwork: "Didn't they all do that?" “Yeah, but I just know that she did it like in a really cool way, you know- with her powers and all." He makes a couple of hand gesticulations, acting like he's hurling energy orbs around the room.

His performance gets interrupted when the door to Holt's Office opens and the Captain steps out, followed by the young Avenger. "Emergency meeting in five- everyone meets in the briefing room!"