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syos-princess · 4 years ago

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Shortcakes’ Wedding “Diary”

Pairing: Syo Kurusu x Jules (Kurusu) (Me)

Other Characters: Many... (Everyone from Shining Agency + Kurusu Family)

Word Count: 2500+

TW: It’s a positive rollercoaster! (Fluff)

Tag List/Special Wedding Guests: @of-comfort-and-love @minty-fresh-kicks @stars-sunglasses-and-sodapop

Info: So, today is finally our wedding day and I kinda went over board with this story, hehe... [blushes] It’s written like little vlogs (though I call them “diary entries”) from getting ready to the reception speech!

[ok to rb/p.ros.hippers dni]

April 8, 2021 at 8:00 AM

[The recording starts]

„Okay, we‘re filming!“, says Nanami with a big smile on her face. „Welcome to the first video ’diary’ entry of Syo‘s and Jules‘ wedding day! The happy bride is over here-“

[The camera swings over to Jules and Tomo]

„-getting ready for her big day! Say hello, girls!“ Jules smiles shyly at the camera and waves. „Hello…“, she says. „Hello, hello~!“, answers Tomochika and winks at the camera. She is currently doing the young brunette‘s hair. „Are you excited, Ju-chan?“, asks Nanami. Jules nods slightly to not disturb Tomo during her work on her. „I am! Nervous but very excited, hehe…“ Oh and how nervous she is. Jules is scared of messing up and it being on camera forever but at the same time she can’t wait to be married to the man of her dreams. „Just think of Syo and it‘ll be fine!“, throws Tomo in. The blue-eyed bride blushes hard, while the two redheads laugh warmly.

[The camera zooms in a little more on Jules]

Then the young composer speaks up again. „So, Jules. What’s on the schedule?“ The girl in question giggles. „Well, right now: getting ready. The wedding ceremony is at 10AM, after that the reception at 12PM and lastly the wedding party.“ Nanami nods behind the camera. „Syo‘s dad should be here soon with the dress.“, adds Jules. This time it’s Tomochika who speaks. „Your dress is so beautiful. I‘ve only seen pictures so far but it’s gorgeous.“ Jules smiles. „Yeah, it really is. Makes me wonder if I really deserve to wear such an amazing dress.“ „Oh, hush! It was custom made, by your father-in-law, for you. Of course you deserve to wear it. You’ll look like a real princess in it! Syo won’t manage to take his eyes off of you.“, exclaims Tomo with confidence. The brunette blushes again. „Thanks, girls…“ There is a light knock.

[The camera view gets lowered to the floor]

„Oh, room service! It‘d be good if you could eat something to ease your nerves.“

[The camera focuses on the two girls again]

Jules chuckles lightheartedly. „Yeah, I‘ll try. Even though I’m not hungry.” She takes a look at her phone on the table. “Hm, I wonder how Syo is doing. We spent the night apart. I hope he’s alright…” Another knock. This time it’s Syo‘s dad with the special dress in tow. „Good morning, ladies.“ „Good morning, sir!“ The middle-aged man turns to Jules. “How are you doing today, Jules?” The brunette smiles. “I’m doing well, thank you! Nervous but well.” “Heh, yeah, that’s completely normal, dear!”, answers her soon-father-in-law with a chuckle.

[The camera zooms out]

„Okay, I think we should let the bride get ready in peace now.“ It‘s Nanami‘s voice. Tomo nods at that. „Yeah, we can take pics of the finished look after. Right, Jules?“ „Yes, totally.“, Jules answers with a smile. „Alright, this is it for the first video entry! Bye!“ The three people in view smile and wave at the camera.

[The recording ends]

April 8, 2021 at 8:30 AM

[The recording starts]

„HELLO!!! My best friend is getting married today!”, screams Natsuki behind the camera. The other STARISH guys flinch at the shrill tone. „Was it a good idea to let Natsuki film for now?“, asks Otoya jokingly. „Ah, it’ll be fine!“, answers Cecil. Tokiya turns to the device. „Welcome to this first video from us, the guys‘ side.“ Everybody, except Natsuki, waves at the camera with big smiles on their faces. „Hello!“ Ren goes over to Syo, who leans against a window, and pats his shoulder. „This little man is the lucky groom today! He is excited to see his bride~!“ Syo blushes but tries to hide it with a frown. „H-hey! Don’t call me short!“

[The camera view gets very shaky]

„Aww, Syo-chan! I‘m so happy for you!!“ „Natsuki! Be careful with the camera-“

[The view is blurry before doing dark]

„Ugh. Natsuki. Can‘t...breathe...“ It‘s definitely Syo‘s voice. „Oh! Sorry!!“ There is laughter now. „Oh, the camera…“ „Don’t worry, Ittoki. I got it.“

[The camera gets picked up]

„Hello, this is Hijirikawa Masato.“, says the voice behind the device. „Welcome again to this little video entry of this special day. We‘re currently in the suite and getting ready.“

[The camera zooms to Syo]

„Kurusu, how are you feeling?“, asks Masato. The blonde smiles fondly. „Amazing! I just can’t wait to see Jules. I’m sure she looks gorgeous. I wish it‘s 10AM already, haha!“ Syo turns around and plays a little with his white suit sleeve, while looking out of the window. Cecil speaks up next. „Could it be that you‘re nervous?“ Syo takes a deep breath. „No! I mean, yeah, maybe a little. I‘m so confident and yet, today, I‘m even more nervous than during important auditions. Well, more like happy, excited, nervous, just so many emotions at once.” Syo turns to his friends again. “Is that normal?” Tokiya smiles at him. “Of course. You’re getting married today, it’s normal to feel like this.” The others nod at Tokiya’s answer.

[The camera zooms out to show the group]

“That’s why you should eat something, Syo-chan!”, exclaims Natsuki and points at the food that they ordered from room service. The young groom sits down at the table. “I’m not really hungry actually…” Otoya lays one of the sandwiches on a plate and puts it in front of Syo. “Believe us, you’re going to need every little bit of strength today.” The blonde idol smiles, nods, and starts nibbling on the sandwich. Then he moves to take his phone. “Maybe I should ask Jules if she’s doing okay…” Ren laughs and takes Syo’s phone. “Nice try, Ochibi-chan, but you guys agreed to not contact and see each other before she‘s walking down the aisle to you!” Syo blushes. “Y-yeah, I know! It’s just...weird without the usual good morning texts and all...”, he mumbles. The others let out a laugh. “These two really can’t live without each other.”, says Cecil. “It’s so adorable!!”, squeals Natsuki. The shorter blonde’s blush deepens. “H-hey now! Stop teasing, guys!” Ren puts his arm around Syo’s shoulders. “Seriously though, we’re so happy for you both. Jules and you are the definition of soulmates and we all are beyond excited to celebrate this important day with you.” Syo bashfully runs his fingers through his hair but has a big smile on his face. “Thank you, guys! I can’t imagine not having you all here with us.” All of them smile warmly. Otoya chuckles. “Man, I’m hungry.” Masato nods behind the camera. “Yeah, let’s eat before it’s time for the ceremony.” Syo waves at the camera. “Thanks for joining us. See ya later!” “See ya!”

[The recording stops]

April 8, 2021 at 9:50 AM

[The recording starts]

“Hello, again to another video ‘diary’ entry! It’s Nanami!”, says the energetic voice behind the camera. “This is the location of the ceremony!”

[The camera view goes around the venue]

There is a lot of green, it’s an outdoor wedding, a white path, and cherry blossoms all around, completing the spring wedding theme with their beauty. In the first row of the white chairs, on the other side of Nanami, sits Quartet Night.

[The camera zooms in a little more]

The four men wave at the camera with Reiji being the most enthusiastic about it. Shining is only one row behind them and looks like he’s about to cry from happiness. Beside him are Ryuya, who’s facepalming at Shining’s behavior, and Ringo who just laughs and says something to his teaching partner.

[The view swings over to the front]

There is Syo speaking with Kaoru, his Best Man. The rest of STARISH are nearby, as well.

[The camera gets closer to the blonde twins]

“Hey, Syo-kun! Are you ready for the big moment?”, asks Nanami. Syo nods. “Yeah! I got the message that she’s here! The ceremony should start pretty soon.” Syo smiles a little. “Hey, Nanami? How does Jules look in her dress?” The redhead chuckles. “I’m sorry, Syo-kun. It’s a secret.” “Not even a little hint?” “Nope!” Kaoru lets out a laugh. “Give it up, Nii-san. Besides, you’re going to see her soon!” Syo plays with his suit’s sleeve. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” Suddenly, Natsuki runs over to them. “Message from Jules! She’s on her way! 2 minutes!” The group nods. Everybody is taking their seats or positions. Syo takes a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this!”, he says. „You got this, Syo-kun!“, answers Nanami.

[The view gets really shaky for a moment]

„Alright! The ceremony is about to start.“

[The recording ends]

April 8, 2021 at 10:00 AM

[The recording starts]

Shortly after the camera turns on does music start playing, signaling the arrival of the bride. It’s a very familiar song to everyone. The instrumental version of “Hatsukoi wo Mata Hajimeyou”, requested by Jules and self-proclaimed „couple song“ by the wedding pair. And there she comes. The bride in her wedding gown getting walked down the little path by her father-in-law. The dress is a kimono-inspired blush pink dress with sakura embroidery. Absolutely beautiful. Syo’s eyes start to shine as he sees Jules. His smile is bigger than anyone has ever seen. The brunette’s smile is just as bright. Both of them have tears in their eyes, which could fall any second. The young idol meets his bride and dad halfway down the path. He gives Jules a quick peck on the cheek and turns to his dad to thank him. They exchange a few words and a pat on the shoulder before his dad “gives” Jules over to him. Syo holds out his hand to her. “Shall we, my gorgeous princess?” The blue-eyed girl blushes but takes it without hesitation. „Absolutely, my handsome prince.” Now it is Syo who blushes. Both of them walk together, hand in hand, to the front where the officiant awaits.

[A little while later]

“Now it’s time for the wedding vows.”, the officiant announces. Jules, nervously, goes first.

“My Prince.”, she starts. “There is so much to say and believe me when I say that I wrote down 10 pages full of stuff I wanted to say but I keep it short. I love you. And with every single day that passes, I do more. You are the light in my life that keeps me going, even through the darkest moments. I can always count on you to make me laugh, since literally the moment we’ve met all these years ago. The day you confessed to me feels like it was just yesterday because time with you is flying by so fast. You make me so happy. This may be cliche but you are my best friend who understands me fully and where I don’t have to hide who I am. I know we can manage anything that life throws at us. I can’t wait to explore our life together beside you as your wife! I promise to always love and honor you till the day I die. I love you so much, Syo...”

Syo‘s eyes water again and he leans forward to kiss Jules‘ forehead. „I love you too.“ He squeezes her hands before starting his own vow.

„Jules. My princess. Let me start this off by saying that you’re the best thing that life has ever given me. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as sweet and supportive as you. You’re definitely thinking now that you’re not worthy to be thought of like that but it’s true. You are everything to me. I will always protect you and remind you every day that you’re absolutely amazing. I love you with my whole being. The fact that you didn’t leave me due to my job but instead always encourage and support me through and through makes me so incredibly thankful to have you in my life. Our ‚Prince of Fighting’ marathons are also always so much fun. I treasure these moments deeply in my heart. I promise, no, I swear, as your prince, that I will always come back home to you, no matter how long we‘re apart and that I‘ll always love and adore you. I love you, princess.“

Tears are running down Jules’ cheeks, which Syo gently wipes away with his thumbs under her glasses. Then he turns his head away to wipe his own teary eyes. The wedding guests are very quiet, seemingly moved by the couple’s vows. After a short pause is it finally time. The officiant turns to Syo first.

“Do you, Syo Kurusu, take Jules Hawthorne to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, honor her, respect her, and be faithful to her, through anything life may bring, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do!”, answers Syo confidently.

“Do you, Jules Hawthorne, take Syo Kurusu to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, honor him, respect him, and be faithful to him, through anything life may bring, for as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes, I do!”, answers Jules in her soft voice.

The officiant nods at the now married couple. “I hereby happily pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss your princess.” Syo turns to Jules with a look full of love. He softly cups her cheeks, asking for permission, which she gives through a slight nod. Then he leans in for a sweet kiss, sealing their promise for eternity. Applause is rising around them as they gently lean their foreheads against each other’s. The couple turn their heads and catch the camera’s view. They chuckle and wave, showing off their rings with excitement. Truly an adorable sight.

[The recording ends]

April 8, 2021 at 12:00 PM

[The recording starts]

“Good afternoon, it’s Tokiya this time. We’re at the reception and waiting for the happy couple to arrive.” A sudden voice interrupts. It’s Cecil. “Hey, when will Syo and Jules arrive?” “Pretty soon, I’m sure.”, answers Ren instead. “I can’t wait~!”, exclaims Natsuki. “Shhh! I think they’re coming!”, says Otoya excitedly. Shining steps forward with a microphone in his hand.

[The camera zooms in on Shining]

“Hello, everyone! I have the great honor today to introduce the newly married couple! Let’s welcome them with a round of applause! Here are Mr. and Mrs. Syo and Jules Kurusu!!!” A big thunder of applause erupts. The married couple comes in, hand in hand, and just as happy as at the ceremony. Syo takes the microphone and addresses the crowd.

“Good afternoon! Thank you so much for coming and celebrating this important milestone with us. It really means a lot! This is the plan for the afternoon and evening. After the reception my wife and I have our first dance.” Jules’ shyness kicks in, which her blush gives away. The blonde gives her an encouraging smile and puts an arm around her. The blue-eyed girl smiles back at her husband. Syo turns back to the guests. “And after that, the buffet and bar are open, so eat and drink to your heart’s content. There are some surprises planned during the wedding party, as well. We really hope you continue to have a lot of fun today! Again, thank you all for coming!” Everyone raises their glasses:

“TO SYO AND JULES!”

[The recording ends]

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yuzusorbet · 6 years ago

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My Sendai Holiday (April 2018) - Part 2: Ice Rink Sendai

Part 1 was about Yuzuru’s Olympic Victory Parade, the main purpose of my trip. The other purpose was to just enjoy being in Yuzu’s hometown. After I became his fan (since 2014 Sochi Olympics), Sendai is a place that I often saw in photos and videos and read about (and translated about), and so I have been wanting to visit for the longest time. The 2018 victory parade made it the perfect time to go. Yuzu said during one press conference, “By all means, please come to Sendai and spend some money.” And so I did! :D

(It’s another one of my VERY long posts, haha. I want to remember all my emotions and all the wonderful things that I experienced.)

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My first afternoon in Sendai, I had no plans but my heart was yearning to go to Yuzu’s home rink. I knew I would be going there the next day with a friend Ella, but I realised I couldn’t wait! This is the rink where Yuzu grew up, the rink that he loves, the rink that he donates all his royalties from his 2 autobiographies to (‘Aoi Hono’ 1 & 2). It was recently renovated (in the 2nd half of 2017) with ideas/suggestions from him and Shizuka Arakawa. So I found myself going to the tourist information centre in Sendai Station to get directions to Ice Rink Sendai. (The tourist info centre is awesome! Photo above. There is staff who speak very good English. I did not need to use my Japanese at all.)

There are 2 ways to get to the rink and I chose the 50-minute bus ride. I wanted to relax on the bus and see the neighbourhood and eat my ‘zunda mochi’ and ‘zunda pudding’ (Sendai specialty, sweet deserts made from edamame, bought from a shop in the station) (Yuzu ate zunda mochi in ‘Weekend Sendai’ photo shoot). It was a delicious and scenic ride.

Photo above: Nanakita River and Yurtec Stadium, home to J.League club Vegalta Sendai (and also to Vegatta-kun, the eagle mascot that loves Yuzu very much xD). Being in the Nanakita area means the rink is near!

After alighting at the right stop (I checked with the bus driver to be sure), I looked around wondering where the rink was.... then I saw this ‘Fun-te’ sign; Ice Rink Sendai’s name and logo is there too!

Turning right at the sign, soon I saw a familiar building.

I am here!!! The rink that I’ve seen in videos and photos, and read so much about! There was a banner hanging down one side: “Congratulations, Hanyu Yuzuru senshu, gold medal”.

After entering through the glass doors, I saw this beautiful sight.......

Along the left wall was a Yuzu-in-kimono standee and LOTS of messages on the wall. They were support messages to Yuzu written before PyeongChang Olympics. Many of them were written on specially made oval-shaped paper with the words “PyeongChang 2018 Olympics; Ganbare!! Hanyu-senshu!!” at the top of the paper. The photo below is a close-up of 2 such messages.

These two were written by members of Pandalion, the Sendai group that composed cheer songs for Yuzu for both Olympics. One message says ‘Forever supporting you!!’ and the other says ‘You are a phoenix!!’ (the kanji is literally: You are the bird that never dies!) I was so touched reading the messages. They were all written during the long silent period when Yuzu was recovering from injury. The people here kept on believing in him (and I’m so proud to say I did too).

Next to all the support messages was a whiteboard with Yuzu’s messages from past years. The first one has no date but I saw a photo of it a long time back. It says: ‘Even though we are apart, our hearts are one!! Everyone “forward”!! I will also work harder and become strong!’ (my translation) And he signs off with a little mushroom drawing next to his name. Reading it, I felt again how much he loves his hometown and how difficult it was for him to leave Sendai to train in Toronto. (His desire to become a better skater was so strong, he knew sacrifices had to be made.) The other 2 messages are from 2014 (thanking everyone for their support) and 2017 (congratulations on the 10th anniversary).

Further down this left wall was the entrance to a little exhibition gallery with photos and memorabilia of Shizuka Arakawa and Yuzuru. Photo-taking is not allowed in this part. But here are 3 photos from news sources (thanks to ElenaC):

The cutest thing was a pair of small, black skating boots with a name labeled on the blades, ‘はにゅうゆづる’ (’Hanyu Yuzuru’ in hiragana)..... could be his earliest pair of skates!

On the right side near the entrance is the ticket machine and the reception counter. You buy a 200-yen ticket if you want to enter the rink area to look around and watch people skate. If you want to rent a pair of skates and do some actual skating, you buy the 1700-yen ticket.

Straight ahead were glass panels and a set of glass doors that lead to the ice rink. There is a sign on the door saying photography is not allowed inside. The young lady at the reception counter explained that it is for protecting the privacy of the children skating there.

It was quiet and peaceful on this day of my 1st visit. In the reception/exhibition area, there were only 3 or 4 people slowly looking at the messages, photos and exhibits. After spending some time here, I bought a 200 yen ticket and entered the area where the rink is.

There were many skaters in the rink. The first things that caught my eyes were 2 big posters of Yuzu on the opposite side of the rink; they were the ‘Aoi Hono’ posters (Book 1 and 2).... wow..... so beautiful...... I walked around and then I sat down on one of the viewing benches to watch the skating. Most of the skaters were school children having skate lessons after school.

After a while, a lady who looked familiar entered the rink and started to coach a group of children. It was Nanami Abe-sensei!!!! Aww....... I felt so happy to see her! The coach who was with Yuzu in so many of his earlier videos, the coach who was in tears after his legendary R&J in Nice 2012, the great coach that I have read so much about...... my heart was just so moved to see her for real in person. She was in a longish black down jacket, with short cropped hair and black-framed specs.

Pic below: there is a photo of her in the poster on the right, and a photo of her and other coaches of Ice Rink Sendai. The poster on the left shows the exhibition area before the renovation of the rink. (These posters are in the outer area where the message board is.)

She was coaching a group of children who looked about 12 years old to early teens (about 5 girls and 1 boy). I just sat there watching them, feeling very happy and contented.

After some time, I suddenly I heard Nanami-sensei saying in Japanese, “Photos are not allowed. Please do not take photos.” I realised that 2 ladies sitting on a bench near me were using their handphones to take photos. Oops..... maybe they forgot that it was not allowed in here. Nanami-sensei then came out of the ice rink and was now walking towards our benches! She went to the ladies and said politely but firmly, “Please delete the photos that you took.” They were not Japanese but Nanami-sensei just repeated herself until they understood. She stood there and watched them as they deleted the photos in their phones, and then she went back into the rink and continued with her class. Wow..... that was so cool!!! She is so cool!!! I sat there watching her with a HUGE amount of respect and feeling even more in awe of her! (And I couldn’t help feeling a little scared of her too, haha!)

I stayed there watching the skaters until it was closing time (6pm). Of course, I was tempted to skate as well. But I know I can’t skate to save my life and the ice is so hard..... I was afraid of falling and breaking something and not being able to go for Yuzu’s victory parade! I decided I would just have to come back here another day after the parade. :))

The next day was Saturday, ie. the day before the parade. My friend Ella had arrived in Sendai and I came to the rink with her. What a big difference today.... there was a long queue to go in! (The rink would be closed on parade day itself.) Pic below: I was waiting in line near the main entrance when I took this photo. The glass doors at the end lead to the ice rink. The banner hung above the doors says “PyeongChang Olympics 2018 figure skating Japan representative, Hanyu Yuzuru senshu, gold medal congratulations”.

Pic below: I was now inside and I took this photo from the opposite direction.

Because it was crowded, we didn’t stay long. Ella had a good look at the whole place and we both knew we would come back again soon. So we headed to a very nice Starbucks nearby and relaxed there with our frappuccinos.

Next to it was a big bookshop with a poster of Yuzu’s book ‘Yume wo Ikiru’ prominently displayed outside. Of course, we went in for a while. :)

Lots of beautiful books inside. :)

For the return journey in the afternoon, there were no buses that go to Sendai Station (they only run in the morning with a last bus at 1.35pm). It’s a short bus ride or a 20-min walk to the nearest station ‘Izumi Chuo Station’ and then take the subway. (Note: bus schedules may change according to month/season.)

Next day = Yuzu’s Parade Day = the hottest day ever recorded for April in Sendai. After the parade, the next few days were grey and rainy. I was so grateful thinking back to parade day...... thank God it was hot and sunny! (link to my parade day post is at the bottom of this post) With the parade over, it was safe to do some ice skating! So one rainy day, I went back to Ice Rink Sendai.

My initial plan was to take a walk around the Nanakita area, have a look at Nanakita Elementary School (that Yuzu attended) and Nanakita Park (where Yuzu sat on a bench in ‘Weekend Sendai’ mag), and then head to the rink. But it was not good weather for being outdoors. I decided to go to the rink first; maybe the rain would stop later and I could go to the park and the school after skating.

Pic below: on the way there by bus again.

In Ice Rink Sendai, the staff at the reception counter were the same ladies that I saw on the other 2 days, and one of them remembered me from my previous visits! haha, that made me so happy! :D

I handed them 2 postcards for Yuzu, one written on behalf of the FB International Fan Group and one from myself. The staff said they would pass them to him. :) Then one of them helped me with the purchase at the ticket machine; I paid 300 yen for a pair of plain grey gloves (mascot Irene gloves were out of stock but it’s ok cos I do have a pair at home) and 1700 yen for skating and rental of skates. I asked her “how many hours”, I thought it would be for 2 or 3 hours, but she said, “Until closing time.” Oh wow! You mean I can skate here the whole day??? Glad the rain made me come here earlier than planned!

Then she asked me if I wanted a ‘point card’ even though I may not be able to use it -- you get a stamp for each session, and 5 stamps will give you one free session. I had told her on my first visit that I don’t live in Japan and I came because of the parade, so she knew it would be hard for me to make use of it (card expires in one year). It was so nice of her to offer me one.... I told her I would keep it as a souvenir. How I wish I could skate here 5 times a year!

I entered the area of the rink. It was so quiet! There were only 3 adults skating as most children were still in school; their lessons would start later in the afternoon. For now, it felt like I had the whole rink to myself! I went to the rental skates counter and the staff helped me to get the right size of skate boots.

Then, one thing really, really surprised me. The staff actually asked a coach to look after me for a while! A female coach with a very kind and sweet face came to me as I was wearing my skates and said she would give me some guidance. Wow..... what a kind gesture from them!!! I was so touched! Thank you, staff-san and sensei!!!

Pic below: I am ready to skate!

Sensei showed me how to get onto the ice safely and how to move forward and how not to fall. We went very slowly round the rink together as I practised what she showed me. At first, I was very nervous and afraid of falling.... I know how painful it is! Then I started to get more comfortable on the ice and more confident, thanks to her instructions. And I love the ice!!! It was very dry throughout and very nice to skate on. I moved slowly around the rink, with Sensei patiently skating next to me.

Sensei was so warm and friendly, and chatted to me as we skated. (Once again, I felt very thankful that my Japanese is good enough for a decent conversation.) She said she loves skating and she has been teaching here for many years. I told her that I have been a Yuzu-fan since Sochi Olympics and I had come to Sendai for the victory parade and I really wanted to visit his home rink. So here I was! She was very happy to hear that and thanked me for coming. Then she told me that she was already coaching here when Yuzu was a little boy and he was so cute with his mushroom hair! Oh WOW!!!!! I am skating with someone who knew him as a kid!!! I felt so privileged to have her company! We started to talk about how great he is, not only as a skater, but as a person as well. It was very obvious that Sensei is extremely proud of him. :) She also told me some funny anecdotes. She said that among the little kids that she teaches now, the boys say, “When I grow up, I want to be Hanyu-kun.” And the girls say, “When I grow up, I want to marry Hanyu-kun.” Hahaha....... SO CUTE!!!!!

As my ‘lesson’ progressed, children and teens started to arrive at the rink for their lessons. As we continued to skate slowly round the rink, students would skate up to greet Sensei. She responded to each one with a gentle nod and a smile. These were all her former students, she told me. What lovely students, I thought. So well-mannered and respectful...... just like a guy I know. Ci

Then Sensei said it was time for her to get ready for her lesson with some children, so she would leave me to practice on my own. I thanked her profusely for her kindness and she replied that she really enjoyed teaching me. :D

Before she went off, she made sure I was ok. Told me that if I feel cold, there is a ‘warm room’ where I can enter with my skates and sit for a while. If I am hungry, there is a lounge where I can get food and have a rest, but no skates allowed there so I need to change back into my normal shoes for that room. She also said there are a lot of Yuzu’s books and magazines there so I should go and take a look!!! haha.... Sensei really understands the heart of a fan! Ice-resurfacing was going to start at 3pm; no skating for 30 minutes, perfect time to head to the lounge!

If you want to see the place, here is a link with 3 news videos: twitter. And this is an English news article with a few photos.

The lounge is a very comfortable place with neat rows of tables and chairs. And there are really a lot of Yuzu’s books and magazines there! Nicely displayed on a few low shelves that encircle a cosy sitting area further inside.

WOWWWW......................

I CAN STAY HERE ALL DAY........

There were vending machines selling drinks and hot food. I got a box of ‘yaki onigiri’ (grilled rice balls which I love), selected a few mags and sat by the huge glass windows that look out towards the rink. “Itadakimasu!”

What a perfect meal.

Soon, the zamboni had done its job and the skaters were out on the ice again. I found it so hard to leave the lounge..... I wanted to look through ALL the magazines first! But the rink closes at 6pm..... there was not much time left to skate. So after spending a bit more time on the mags, I tore myself away and went back outside to put on my skates.

Now there were several coaches on the ice and different classes were going on. I waved to Sensei who was teaching a tiny little boy..... awww Yuzu must have been like that when he started..... And then, I saw Nanami-sensei again! She came into the rink and started to coach a group of older children. I continued to skate slowly round and round the rink, trying my best NOT to stare and to concentrate on my own practice. I admire her so much as a coach and choreographer that I couldn’t help feeling excited to be skating near her. xD

The older children were practising jumps and spins. There were also a few adults skating. Everyone was so good and I must have stuck out like a sore thumb. But surprisingly, I was not embarrassed nor self-conscious. I think I must have been too overwhelmed with happiness to feel anything else. :D

Too soon, it was closing time. I returned my skates and thanked the staff for their help and kindness. I went outside and saw that it was still raining!!! And I had totally forgotten about checking the weather and trying to go to Nanakita-koen, haha!

I was putting up the hood of my parka when I heard someone call my name. It was the coach who had taught me..... Sensei! She asked me where I was going and I told her I was going to take the bus and then the subway to Yaotome Station. ‘Rikyu’, a restaurant near there has very delicious grilled liver and beef tongue, and also Yuzu’s signature, haha. And then, I got another HUGE surprise of the day.... she said she could send me there in her car!!! I quickly declined her offer, gosh how could I trouble her! But she assured me that the restaurant was on her way. She also said it was getting dark very quickly because of the rainy weather and she would worry about me trying to look for it in the dark. And again insisted it was no trouble for her as she was going that way. Awww...... Sensei, you’re too kind for words!!! I asked her to join me for dinner but she said she had to run some errands, so she couldn’t. We went to her car which was parked in the huge parking area outside Ice Rink Sendai and I had a very quick and comfortable journey to the restaurant. Sensei, domo arigato gozaimashita!!!

(Note of caution in case there are very young fans reading this: do NOT get into a car with someone you don’t know.)

(Photo above: I took this photo of the restaurant after I waved goodbye to Sensei and I was waiting to cross the road. There was a light drizzle.)

What a rainy day.... but oh how grateful I am for it! It made me spend the whole afternoon at Yuzu’s home rink and I experienced the immense warmth and kindness of the people there! Thank you, Ice Rink Sendai! Thank you, Sensei!

Part 1: victory parade day Part 3: coming up.... I will write about the rest of the trip, like going to places with Yuzu’s signature. :)) Update: Part 3 and Part 4

[Please do not use or re-post my stuff without my permission]

#Yuzuru Hanyu #ice rink sendai #such a wonderful experience #I feel so blessed

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lk-47 · 6 years ago

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Walk-Ins Welcome

DJ Paul - Alright / I'm finna drop you off to get your nails done / I'm finna go get a shapeup / I'm comin' back here to pick you up at 6 o'clock, so make sure you be on time man / I got a lot of shit I gotta do later / And don't be in there arguing with them dumbass bitches 'bout that social media shit too / I know how your ass .. oh, hold up ..

Put the, put that weed in your purse / Put the weed ..fuck, Black Haven. Anyway, I told you I'ma be back here at 6 o'clock / Make sure you on time, don't argue with the bitches and tell 47 I said Holler at me man / I got some beats for her / Tell her to call me back! / Mafia! Nail Tech - Nah / uh-uh No, no / put them over there cus .. / nope, you can sit her over there / I'ma take that one right there / Listen-no, I-I can't talk / ugh / listen .. Guhl, I can't with you today I can't with you today I got these walk-ins comin' in And it's been hectic all day If you gon' talk, then sit your ass down Get your nails done and pay / okay If not, call me tomorrow I can't with you today .. (Yeah ho!) Guhl, don't you see that sign? It say, "walk-ins welcome" Appointments on my line Nail trap’n Cinderellas I'm 'bout my coins, I'm 'bout that bag El guapa mia / my hashtag Don't get me started / you know Just how I feel 'bout that ho You shoulda been left that nigga If you know just like I know I'm gettin' mad all over again Look what you done Ooooh .. Nail Tech - “Excuse me Will you please pay attention because you just messed up that one.” Guhl, I can't with you today I can't with you today I got these walk-ins comin' in And it's been hectic all day If you gon' talk, then sit your ass down Get your nails done and pay / okay If not, call me tomorrow I can't with you today .. (Yeah ho!)

Acrylic

The sound of the world

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

Wooo wooo there go the cops Pull up / bddrrr / right on my block Officer officer what have we done I got my card / put down your gun I’m not the criminal you and I know It’s no coincidence how you come show Up in my hood / up to no good

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

I need a full set Can you airbrush his name? Quick color change if he drives me insane Here comes the plug / bought 2 DVD’s A few pair a panties for me and my niece Still buy my Polo from anonymous looters The booster is cooler than all of the shooters Up in my hood / doing the greater good Most of the mamas round here live alone It’s kinda rare to see two parent homes X and O chains / fierce to de bone You learn quick how to make it on your own My auntie sells candy from her windowpane Do what we can, to make us a name Up in the hood / we keep it all good, uh

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

White tees 2 for 10 I get my hair from Mr. Wen Extension cord across the hall Is how we keep the power on Brown gel, spades game Tax time, they all claim Up in my hood Proud to say it did me good, uh

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

Tic Boom

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

Don’t care if they assume Only stop to collect / then I resume You sleep / I goon Yuh nuh wah test who’s badder than who

Dey click my pics and zoom Chanel on the floor of my hotel room They wish they all had my legroom Another deal, it ain’t even noon

Tour Dior / or sit by the pool I can do anything except lose Nah wen yuh seh / it’s when I choose This is a bomb you can’t defuse

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

Televise this dress It’s an Alaïa / show some respect Sitting / no armrest Get in / I’m what’s next

Incoming texts from the vets No hate here / I’m blessed Mild manned No stress I’ll never let a broke ho get she vexed To wake to walk with di rest Abstract / Fearless Mi sey what’s pon my chest Di gyal dem try but dem dare nuh test

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care who mi bump into

All in ya face like whoa Air max / cornrows Got that Bruce Leroy kinda glow Mi ongle pop mi head inna fi di dough Said I only pop my head in for the dough I never stay long got places to go See me on the scene / bitch say hello I get that bag then I want more I am the show / the name will grow I C O N I C, Ho Let me R E mind you bro Dey all wanna be cus I am goals Came from the dirt so I stay low F A B and so ghetto Dey copy and paste such a no no You birds might nuh wa cross dat road cus

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

No Reload

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

Grew up in a house full of women They ain’t need no nigga Never seen em borrow shit They had they own figures OG said they’ll give you money ‘Fore they give you game But when they come around here I treat them niggas all the same I say No I say No, No Reload If you want another feature for the road No Reload If you tryna get a meeting that’s a no No Reload If I switched that number up and you ain’t know / No Reload

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

In the crib, making beats Listening to Keedy Black Thinking bout what my old work did behind my back But I ain’t missing out on nann / cus I’m the best he never had Only time I double back is when a loop is in my track I say No I say No, No Reload When they try to come back you tell that ho No Reload Just send that ass packing down the road No Reload And when they ask you how you know? You say ... My ace in a hole

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

Konnichiwa 47 touched down in Tokyo Tell the Dj have my shit in mono and stereo

I say No my nigga I say No, No Reload

Post That

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post That shit

My bitch will get on the ground Just to make sure the light is found The way she make them angles hit She like Bill Cunningham with that shit I mean that shot Richard Avedon to make me look like a Don I got / so many pieces Bitch why not Have me a photo shoot right on the block I put two lanes on gridlock So I could sit in a fierce squat Spent big money on the wrist watch Highlighter on Tiptop Catch me in mid-air, Click They only made two pairs, Click Get into this hair, Click I do this shit with flair, bitch

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

Galliano, I’m in Galliano, bitch Photo me pronto I’m in Galliano

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum Grab your lens / cus here she come Frame by frame, glossy lips Must I remind you I’m that bitch Elongated / sophisticated Covergirl, bitch we made it Every feature soft to the touch I make all your boyfriends blush Then I let them have it As I sit in custom fabric The say you are what you eat So I wear karats and make cabbage, uh Andrew Donsunmu Make me pretty in my Mui Mui Now serving come and grab it Tanjee banjee just like New New, uh

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

I’m in Mugler I’m sitting in Mugler, bitch Tape down your toupee I’m sitting in Mugler

Hol’up Hol’up Hol’up Hol’up

I’m Herb Ritz with the shit Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch Annie Leibovitz Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch

I’m Herb Ritz with the shit Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch Annie Leibovitz Gone’ Diddy crop that, uh

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

Let’s Go Get Stoned / Portier’s Vibe

Ooou Oh yeah, yeah

Said my baby She won’t let me in Unless I gotta fat blunt, yeah yes And a bottle of gin

All I’m asking All I need Is a little of your time

Open up the door baby I got some real good good this time Hey ...

Let’s go get stoned Oh, Let’s go get stoned

Girl Blunt

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

I suggest you don't try me I'm real unstable when I'm off that YG, uh Haffi tell they friends don't mind me I stand 5'3 and I'm real feisty, uh What I need / pretty nigga / palm trees Got my own money bitch, it's nothing you can buy me / Nope Crooklyn baby we could take there And if they want smoke we can put it in the air, yeah

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

What you said What that mean I don't know Top shelf / bitch I'm on the honor roll Hot fire Make yo nigga stop and roll That booty oou she jiggle like a jelly roll / damn Chocolate, I'm lookin edible Running through the money bitch / I feel incredible Invite me to your party But I never go I be to caught up with that bank roll My dude real hood / mouth full of gold Real real hood / durag on Ambitious nigga, damn he got going on He just graduated college ‘bout a week ago You can work at CVS Long as you don't keep me stressed Cus I need a nigga that's just, yes I'm not with the disrespect Miss me with the indirect Smoke em like a cigarette / puff pass

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

Roll Call

What’s the pledge (repeat)

Stroll! Roll Call!

Start it off with a roll call Que’s be my road dogs AKA’s walking round with they pink and they green on Deltas be elephant walking Zetas be live when they talking Shimmy shimmy ya / shimmy yay with the Kappas In my black and gold I throw a blade like a Alpha Roll Call!

Campus full of homies Got me feeling like Zeus When I’m with my crew And they all Greeks Got my niggas turned up With they middle fingers up Fuck the police When my hitta gotta got a problem We don’t call on them We just hit up the LB’s What's up / Shut up

Going on tour It’s gonna be cool The only way that you invited is if you HBCU Historically Black I wear that on my sleeve 47 I just got an honorary degree

Roll Call!

Thurgood, Ms. Rashad, Dr. Ann, Mr. King Tell em one mo’ gen Ms. Badu, Sean Combs, Chadwick, Taraji P. Tell em where we been Southern U dolls I see ya Bethune Cookman they wanna be ya Drumline always there when we need em Howard Homecoming where we meet up

We going on tour Come bring a friend Shawty if you ain’t connected Sorry you can’t get in Historically Black I wear that on my sleeve 47 I just got an honorary degree

Roll Call!

Kid Chocolate Radio

You are now tuned in to WHNIC radio Where you always know, who’s in charge

That was Roll Call our number two song on our top 9 at 9 by Leikeli47 / Heavily requested by our brothers and sisters on the yard ..

Speaking of the yard / I wanna give a shout out to Professor Jenkins / Uh, I heard she broke her back at halftime / She called to let us know that she's fine and well, and she wants to give a shout out to everybody that sent her cards / Somebody tell Miss Jenkins to stay off the field, next time

Listen, everybody traveling south down Broad st right / There is an accident on Lombardy / so please be safe while you're going down there by The Fan / Tryna take the shortcut down the southside ..

But right now we about to get into the number one spot. Ah, we can't get rid of this girl. Leikeli47, with Top Down on WHNIC Radio.

Top Down

Protector of my heart Captain of my soul Never made me regret Giving up control Don’t have to be afraid Of the ship sailing away Even through bad weather Our anchor stays in place I'm a love you

Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up (Thinking of you) I can’t get enough I can’t get enough I can’t get enough (Win or we lose) I’m not giving up I’m not giving up I’m not giving up (I'm a love you) Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up (I'm a love you)

Patient with my pride You move it all aside Never had a lover So careful and kind Ain’t much that I need Rather be caught up In your rhapsody And I don’t mind I don’t mind cus I'm gonna love you

I get real real happy every time I see you It’s funny how these niggas wanna be you, uh I found my equal Calendar set for the steeple Til death do us part / you know how we do, uh And when they see you Just know that I ain’t too far behind Matching air max / seat reclined, uh Defensive line and I play my position To the fullest Fuck around and get a few yards took'n It’s Brooklyn

Hoyt and Schermerhorn

In the dark on the train whispering, I love you Can’t nobody see the smile upon my face Pulling up to my stop / and you tell me don’t move You ask me can I call in sick today The doors close and I sit in your lap and kiss you You tell me my voice is medicine to your soul The brakes make us move back and forth just like we’re dancing It’s nothing like love on the train when the doors close

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Looking out the window the lights are flashing Tunnel vision / All I can see is you Passengers congregating for our union I’m hoping that they have what we have too

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Uh Never thought in my dreams / that I would meet the one You can count on me If your friends ever run No trade clause Take this team to number one My homie / my lover My best friend / my sun Shine on 'em baby In ya Calvin Klein on 'em Style on em bae U gotta couple miles on 'em While they play catch up We playing dress up In the Maldives Listening to the Killer Bees Hair blowing in the breeze Thinking back on memories when I would take the E Top my job I had in Queens You would always meet me At 61st with the weed and / I cherish the ground we on right now You always held me down I loved our meetings in the hallway In my old building I lived right across from RJ Trust you like I trust Mike 4th quarter in the paint So happy my rite now Will forever be my always We riding all the way

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Iron Mike

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

This that young Brownsville Mike This what working hard sounds like In that hood all damn night / Just hit 12 o’clock on that bike This that go way past go Feel that beat through that floor This that direct disrespect if you ever cross that road This that ..

Album number two Project number ten And I’m not / I’m not I’m not even through Just got my second wind When you / when you see me boppin through Keep it very zen Would hate to put you in a child’s pose Heat it up like Bikram All my cars got big rims Pinky ring / big gem Running in my own race That sound like a win win Outchea balling / Big 10 They use me as a template Cuh dey know that guhl got all dat sauce It’s finger licking

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

Rarely interviewed / And that hardly ever seen If you wanna get a view You gone need to buy a seat Al Haymon ringside I peek in from time to time Don’t engage in small talk Cus you ain’t bout to waste mine Dis-activate my face time Focus on my waistline Offensively coordinated Loved at the same time I suit up at game time Bitch pronounce name right Hall of fame’r in the hood A bitch I’m a walking highlight

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it Shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

Droppin

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

They watching They watching everything I do They all chasing Can’t run a mile up in my shoes Tell me later That ain’t my problem / that’s on you I’m flying private I’m walking right up with the crew

We land I take my nephew to swapmeet / white tees Then it’s to the studio to produce my beats Sitting in the shop, Acrylic on my nails getting harder then gel I got a story to tell

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

I’m the Baby from the dumpster Brenda was my momma Free lunch in the summers Now I’m stacking commas Fake bitches still envy I don’t need that drama I too damn busy outchea chasing numbers Ponytail poppin Cocktails in the cockpit Boys insist on hanging on while I explore my options I tell them to stop it They search but they can’t top this The hustle I don’t knock it Cus I’m about that profit

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

CIAA

The guns go bang bang My neighborhood gang bangs These kids with no name Seen their families slain, yeah Guns and cocaine These lions with gold chains Hunt they prey Knowing good and damn well they pray And u ask me how could this be? I will tell you how....

After I run these streets After I run these streets oh After I run these streets After I run these streets oh After I run these streets After I run these streets I tell ya what u wanna know After I go get what I’m owed

Picking up from the laundromat New money from my old pack I gotta enterprise citywide I know my angels working overtime Cus they tried to kill me Tried to take me down Drown me in the river Put me in the ground But I can’t stop No I won’t stop It ain’t in my nature I keep it in my socks I show em ..

Another day, another dollar, another cent Took me a hunned times try'n / before I rose out the cement, yeah Cleared out my karma For my sins, I repent A lot of free throws before I came up off the bench I / went at afraid / had to pitch my own tent Cus / being broke and poor man Just wasn’t my intent So, no I can’t stop But I won’t stop It ain’t in my nature I keep it in my socks I show em ..

Talkin’ to Myself

Talkin to myself Talkin to myself Sometimes I just be talkin to myself Voices in my head Voices in my head Tellin me I just need to get outta bed and .. Wake up! Wake (repeat) Eh’body talkin Eh’body talkin Nothing really coming out It’s just eh’body talkin It’s fire in the water It’s bugs in the bed We don’t need to be shot up to be filled up with lead Pour it down the drain Pour it down the drain I wish I could just melt you and just pour you down the drain Fuck you mean you don’t care? Them babies over there We need to be proud / be loud Gone let em hear I just be ... Talkin to myself Talkin to myself Sometimes I just be talkin to myself I hear them voices in my head Voices in my head Tellin me I just need to get outta bed and .. Wake up! Wake (repeat) Wake up!

Bad Gyal Flex

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I come to collect This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign dey reelect This is a bad gyal flex Run up you might get wrecked

No one cyaan test Middle name, architect They never know what to expect You accept what I reject

Coo pon dat bwoy I might mek him my toy Send him home / bunk mi res Tell his mumma I’m di best

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice eee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try me

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice eee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try we

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I pick up the check This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign dey reelect This is a bad gyal flex High class / no respect

Water more than flour Das wah mek mi work round the hour Billboards on towers On time even during rush hour Mi came to empower Grab fi yuh tits stand taller Wine like no tomorrow Carry go bring come Don’t bother

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice ee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try me

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I come for respect This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign they reelect This is a bad gyal flex Run up you might get wrecked

Had ah dream mi guh ah far No it’s fi mi name they calling DJ kip de bashment going on an on

Had ah dream mi guh ah far No it’s fi mi name they calling DJ keep de bashment going on an on

So I can flex

Full Set (A New Style)

Now moo that .. Lemme give her some / Lemme give her some bundles .. The same / bundles / that she's been having / past weeks! Let me give her a New Style ..

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

Put ya thumb up bitch You ain’t goin my way No more free rides That’s done I say Take court, any sport I’cuh run all day Right hand to Sham I’m a ball my way

"Category is" Are the words I pray Hold church on the catwalk all day Bring it to you every ball And I don’t show face Clocked in on time Need all my pay

Chewing gum, Chewing gum, Chew Why would I say what I can just do Chewing gum, Chewing gum, Chew No money on the scene? / Bitch that’s my cue Uh, I carry Looking for a young Iverson to marry Watching my calories I'm a Plant-based ho all about her celery salary

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

I’m from the hood hood We don’t back down We wish a nigga would would Block boys with the good wood If he loyal hold it down like you should should

Now Serving High maintenance Chase nothing but greatness Barely seen in places / and never in no ones face bitch So that phony shit y’all save it Fo yo skully be on that pavement Cus big bucks and Benz toy trucks Are the only thing that I play with Don’t try me, try luck Putcha in the cloud wit all the shit you can’t back up Nike airs coming in by the Mack truck On all ten I got my mother f*ck'n checks up, bitch

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

Blacker than an all white party Came to make you move your body

She needs some oil sheen.

In My Eyes In my eyes / you’re a king In my eyes / you’re a queen Beautiful lives / lost in spring The wind blows away our dreams In my eyes / I am god Cause He lives in my heart Scriptures in the stall Vines on the wall Psalms in the air just in case a nigga fall Father forgive me for I do not know it all But the life you chose for me had me living off the wall Sometimes on floors Singing through the halls And Billie Jean never came clean through it all Daddy’s maybe was a welfare baby Now I’m lighting up the streets, and that’s on me In my eyes / there’s a war Pick a side / what are you fighting for In my eyes / only blood can clean The stains of life That I wear on me I’m leaving, come with me There’s more for us to be

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singingisfun · 8 years ago

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Changing Tides - Chapter 16

link to cover art by @otpapprovedbythegods

And here’s a link to an adorable pic of Dopey as a pirate by @clockadile

ff.net: From the beginning - Current Chapter

AO3: From the beginning - Current Chapter

Tumblr: Prologue - Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 -Ch 10 - Ch 11- Ch 12 - Ch 13 - Ch 14 - Ch 15

A/N: I must begin with a HUGE thanks to all of you! To say I was surprised to see this little fic get second for the Best AU Enchanted Forest WIP in the CSfanfic awards is a gross understatement. Several of you have left comments saying that certain scenes in this have made you cry and now you have returned the favor. I was so overwhelmed, I shed actual, literal tears. So, my heartfelt thanks to all of you for taking the time to read, nominate, vote, review, or send messages... I can't tell you how much it means to me. Truly.

All my love, Rachel

Now, on to the next chapter. And a big shout-out to @optomisticgirl for her beta services. MWAH, B!

The Fight and The Advice

“FE FI FO FU – ” Killian cuts off as the book shakes again, rolling his eyes in feigned annoyance and returning his voice to normal. “Darling, how am I supposed to read this if you can’t keep it still?”

His question proves too much for Emma to continue to contain her laughter and she and Grace erupt into a fit of giggles while Dopey throws his head back in silent, but obvious, amusement. They’re currently sitting on deck, Killian and Emma perched on a crate and Dopey sitting cross-legged at their feet with Grace on his lap while Killian tries to read a bedtime story to Grace.

“I’m s-sorry,” Emma stammers, “I just never knew what a flair you had for story-telling. I wasn’t expecting the… voices.”

“Oh, Hook is the best story teller there is,” Grace pipes up with pride. “He always does the different voices for me. You should hear him do the Wicked Witch’s voice. It’s amazing.”

“You mean like: ‘I’ll get you my pretty’?”

Now it’s Killian’s turn to laugh. “Princess, please never do that again. You’ve got the accent all wrong.”

Emma makes a sound of indignation and pinches him on the thigh to which he yelps and sticks his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout that has their audience giggling again.

In truth, he’s not upset in the slightest by the way this evening has gone. It’s been absolutely perfect to his mind. It started out with he and Emma relaxing on the crate, her back to his chest while they watched the setting sun before Grace appeared and begged a story. He’d immediately agreed but Emma hadn’t wanted to move so she’d offered to hold the book while he read over her shoulder, a perfect solution is his opinion since it meant he could continue to hold her while he read. But as the story went on, it was getting increasingly difficult to read with the way the book kept shaking.

He goes back to reading but cuts off again before he even reaches the bottom of the page.

“Hey,” she snaps when he attempts to take the book from her, holding it out of his reach.

“We’re never going to get through this story if you keep laughing,” he retorts, then lowers his voice and lines his mouth up next to her ear. “And if we don’t get through this story, we’ll never get to bed.”

That little reminder has her sobering immediately and he nearly hoots out a laugh himself. “Okay, fine. I’ll stop, I promise,” she replies, settling back into his chest.

Reaching around, she pulls her hair to one side so he can lay his chin on her shoulder again, then holds the book back up. He manages to get through the rest of the story with only one more interruption, and by that time the sun has completely disappeared.

Grace and Dopey give a short round of applause while Emma snaps the book shut and hands it to the little girl, then she sits back up, lacing the fingers of her now free hand with his.

“Time for bed,” Patricia calls from the helm, starting toward the steps to collect her daughter.

“Do I have to?” Grace whines, making the woman in his arms chuckle.

“It’s late, angel,” Jeff says from behind the wheel.

Grace’s shoulder slump but, just as her mother reaches her, her head shoots up. “Can I sleep in the crews’ quarters again tonight?” she asks with a smile.

Jeff and Patricia share a look and Jeff shrugs.

“You promise to let Dopey sleep? You won’t talk his ear off?” Patricia asks.

“I promise,” Grace immediately concedes, practically bouncing on her toes.

“Okay,” her mother says, “Let’s go get you changed first, then you can pick whichever bunk you want.”

Grace grins widely, thanking her mother and hugging her tight around the waist.

Killian chuckles when, as soon as she releases her mother, the little girl insists on giving goodnight hugs to everyone else on board. She’d make a hell of a pirate, he thinks with amusement, watching as she sends her mother an innocent look even as Patricia taps her foot in impatience. The child pulls out every stop to prolong her bedtime. She always has.

As the two finally disappear below deck, Emma settles into him again, her head leaning back to rest on his shoulder so she can gaze at the stars.

He knows he should get up, check their position, set their course, but he doesn’t want to let her go just yet. The night is warm and the moon is bright and everything else can wait. He just wants to hold her for a few more minutes, so he lowers his head to rub his nose along her shoulder, relishing the happy sigh she releases as he does so.

He raises his head when he hears Dopey lighting the nearest lamp and the dwarf gives him a satisfied smile, nodding to him in approval. He nods back and glances across the deck to see Ruby giving him a similar look – only hers is more knowing – and he nearly blushes. Emma, who is completely oblivious to the glances being sent their way, snuggles closer in his arms and he buries his face in her neck to hide his smile.

It’s been another glorious day. He and Emma had spent the afternoon with Dopey working on his form, him instructing and Emma demonstrating. Eventually, everyone else had joined in and it had turned into a full out fencing class. Then they’d all enjoyed a lovely dinner on deck under the setting sun.

“Today was fun,” she murmurs and it doesn’t surprise him at all that their thoughts are aligned.

“Yes, it was,” he replies, tightening his grip on her waist.

She twists her neck to brush a sweet kiss on his lips and he closes his eyes to savor it. His eyes stay closed as she does it again, a soft glide of mouth against mouth, and his chest warms with contentment.

There’s an easy breeze coming off the ocean, blowing through her hair to the point where the ends of it glance across his neck, the soft strands and her subtle fragrance mixing together into a moment he wants to revel in, to memorize and burn onto his heart. It’s the simple moments like this one that he missed most of all, they’re the memories he played over and over again in his head for so many years, and the fact that he’s able to experience more of them now makes him want to etch the picture of every one on his brain, commit to memory the silky skin behind her ear where his fingers brush, the quiet sigh he hears when she turns further in his arms, skimming her lips across his again.

He’s so lost in his effort to memorize every sensation that he misses the way she goes still when he buries his nose in her neck to breathe her in – roses and a touch of a spice he doesn’t recognize that will haunt him for the rest of his life – but when his nose brushes the lobe of her ear and her fingers dig into his shoulder, there’s something about it that draws his attention and he, regretfully, leaves the solace of her throat to look at her. When he does, she motions over his shoulder with an amused and slightly embarrassed expression and he turns to find Jeff crossing the deck toward them.

“Later,” he hears her whisper and he turns back to see her eyes shining with merriment.

“Later,” he echoes.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jeff says when he reaches them, “but I wanted to talk about where we’re headed.”

Killian stands to face his friend, slipping his arm around Emma's waist. “I was thinking Portsmouth,” he replies, “I was there a few months ago, and I think it’s our best option.”

“Yes, that would be excellent. I’ve got several…” his eyes dart to Emma and back, “contacts there.”

“Good. We should be there in a couple of days,” Killian tells him, appreciative of the fact that Jefferson used the term ‘contacts’ instead of ‘spies.’ His friend obviously suspects that he hasn’t told Emma about their operation yet and the look on his face confirms it.

“Once we get there, we should do a bit of scouting before Grace leaves the ship,” Jeff comments.

“Of course, I was already planning on it.”

“Planning on what?” Patricia asks, appearing at her husband’s side and linking her arm with his.

Jefferson’s eyes soften at his wife’s appearance, turning to kiss her on the cheek, “We’re headed to Portsmouth and Killian and I were just talking about doing a bit of scouting before anyone else leaves the ship.”

“You’re not going without me,” Patricia immediately responds.

He and Jefferson share a look.

“It might be dangerous, darling,” Jeff says to his wife.

“And your point?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jeff just sighs, obviously not willing to put up the fight to stop her. “Just that you’ll need to be careful.”

Patricia gives a sharp nod at that but softens it with a light kiss then, linking her arm back in his, her eyes suddenly lighting up with an idea. “We should stop by the tavern while we’re looking around. Their tavern is always bursting at the seams with the latest tidbits!”

“Fine,” Jeff agrees, resignedly.

“I’m going, too,” Emma says.

Bloody hell.

His body stiffens against his will and he knows she notices, her own back going ramrod straight as she turns to face him. She's got that determined look in her eye, like she’s daring him to contradict her, the argument forming before he can even say a word. But he’s not going to argue with her – he’s not. He’s going to keep calm no matter how this conversation goes. He lets his hand fall from her waist, hooking his thumb in his belt and schooling his features the best he can.

“Emma,” he says carefully, trying to get her to see reason, “the closer we get to your kingdom, the more likely it is that you’ll be recognized. Regina is looking for you. You should stay aboard the Jolly, she’ll protect you.”

“And what about you?” she asks, obviously trying to stay calm as well. “Regina is looking for both of us. She sent a garrison of knights to capture you. Or have you forgotten that?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Then what’s the difference?!”

Her voice is starting to rise and he grits his teeth against his need to match it.

“I can’t hide aboard this ship, love,” he says evenly, “I’m sure word of that encounter is spreading faster than lightning and I need to stop any rumors of my untimely demise as quickly as possible.”

“Why?” she demands, and now her arms are crossed over her chest.

“What do you mean, why?”

“Everyone already thinks Killian Jones is dead. Let them think Captain Hook is dead, too.”

“No.”

He doesn’t expect the amount of venom that comes out with the word and Emma doesn’t seem to either, her eyes widening in shock.

“But –”

“I don’t care what the general population thinks,” he cuts her off, “But the Evil Queen…? She already knows by now that her plan failed and I’ll not give her the satisfaction of thinking she’s scared me into hiding!”

Her mouth snaps shut at that but her eyes are still flashing with annoyance. After several cleansing breaths, he sees the tension in her shoulders start to relax and relief floods him, thinking he’s won this debate. He’s just about to congratulate himself on keeping his temper (for the most part) under control, but then she lifts her chin at a regal angle.

“Fine, but I’m not going to hide, either,” she says. Then, at the eye-roll he can’t contain, her voice goes a pitch higher, “People are going to find out I’m still alive soon enough. What does it matter if they find out before we reach Camelot?”

“Outside of the impropriety of being seen in the company of a pirate?”

“Impropriety?” she asks in disbelief, “You’re worried about my reputation?”

“I’m worried about your LIFE!” he shouts.

“And I’m worried about YOURS!”

Their outburst echoes across the deck in the following silence, both of them breathing heavy and their stances stubborn.

Gods, she really doesn’t understand, does she? She doesn’t see the difference…

He takes a long breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to gather himself, grappling for any excuse he can come up with to convince her to stay aboard the ship.

“My life isn’t nearly as valuable as yours is, princess.” He rasps out the first thing that comes to mind. “If Regina finds out where you are, she’ll set the remainder of her navy to find us. The Jolly is a marvel, yes, but she can’t stand against all of Regina’s ships. If they find us before we reach Camelot, they’ll sink us without a second thought.”

“You know as well as I do that won’t happen,” she replies with derision, “By the time word reaches her, we’ll be half-way there and her ships won’t stand a chance at catching us. The Jolly is a marvel, and she’s also the fastest ship in the realm. Try again, Captain.”

He bristles at the emphasis she puts on his title, a tinge of regret flickering through him that he’d made a point to use hers. But she needs to understand, dammit! No matter how much she doesn’t like it, she is a princess. She was born to rule a kingdom and her life is too bloody valuable to risk over a simple scouting mission.

(And that’s to say nothing of the prophecy that says she will be the one to defeat the Evil Queen - which he knows she knows nothing about, but she’s not stupid and she must at least suspect where this is headed. While his life… Well, he’s not as vital. He’s already done what he needed to do. He’s already awakened her magic and it will continue to strengthen with or without him.)

The tension is back in her shoulders as they stare each other down through the strained silence, her arms crossed so tightly over her chest that he idly wonders if she’ll have bruises tomorrow from how her fingers are gripping into her forearms. For his part, his heart is pounding heavily and he can feel his fingernails digging crescents into his palm. He’s also acutely aware that everyone is watching, none of them daring to move.

It’s another few moments before Ruby’s voice breaks the non verbal battle. “What if there was no chance that she’ll be recognized?” she asks as though something just occurred to her.

Neither he nor Emma respond, their stares never wavering from the other, both of them so determined to not back down that they don’t even glance Ruby’s way, so it falls to Jeff to voice the question.

“How?” he asks.

“Magic,” she replies. “Emma could do a glamour spell.”

That gets Emma’s attention and she finally breaks the nearly tangible tether between their eyes, swinging her gaze to Ruby.

“A glamour spell?”

“Yes, to change your appearance. It’s the same principle you were using yesterday to change the color of our dresses,” Ruby says.

Killian’s stomach clenches into a tight fist when Emma’s eyes light up, an inexplicable but all-encompassing terror crawling up his chest.

“How do I do it?” she asks.

No.

“Just picture what you want to look like and let your magic do the rest.”

No, no, no.

Emma nods, closing her eyes and concentrating even as jagged claws tear at the back of Killian’s throat, the sudden onslaught of fear manifesting itself by choking off his air supply.

No. She needs to stay aboard the ship, he thinks. She can’t… It’s too dangerous.

His lungs are burning with the need for oxygen by the time Emma’s eyes open, looking to Ruby and shaking her head in an indication that it didn’t work and Killian finally manages to draw a breath.

“Try thinking of someone you know well. Someone whose face is familiar – Gwen from The Gold Mine, maybe.”

The dread washes through him again instantly when Emma’s eyes close, her hands going into fists at her sides even as his do the same.

Don’t let it work, he prays desperately. Please, don’t let it work. She’ll be safer on the ship.

Emma shakes her head, looking to Ruby again.

“Okay. Try me,” Ruby suggests. “You probably know my face better than I do.”

“It’s not that,” Emma replies, “It’s… I can’t even get the magic to start. It’s…” she trails off, looking down to her hands with confusion as she turns them over and back again…

Then, without warning, she whips around to face him, her eyes wide with realization and her voice sharp with accusation.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she demands.

He nearly stumbles back from the force of her words, confusion and anger making his denial much more heated than he intends. “I’m not doing anything!”

“Yes, you are!” she shouts.

“No, I’m NOT!” he retorts – even though he’s not sure what he’s denying. He’s just bloody standing here. He hasn’t moved so much as a single muscle, so what on earth could she possibly think he’s doing?

Her chin juts out stubbornly as she snatches his hand and links their fingers together. Clenching her eyes shut, she squeezes his hand, her face a mask of determination as she tries one last time to call on her magic. His eyes drop to their interlaced fingers but there’s nothing, no spark, no warmth in his stomach, no light igniting between their palms.

She drops his hand as if he’s burned her, taking a step back and looking at him with wide eyes.

“You don’t want it to work,” she says, disbelief and hurt lacing the words.

A heavy weight swoops into his belly, the pain on her face lancing his heart even if he has no idea what he’s done to put it there. But she’s right, he doesn’t want it to work, so he doesn’t respond to her implied question – not that he needs to, she already knows what he’s thinking.

“Why?” she asks, idly rubbing her thumb over the palm of the hand she’d just released from his.

“’Why’ what?”

“Why don’t you want it to work?!” she demands at the top of her voice.

Because this is the best excuse I have to keep you on the ship. To keep you safe. Because I’m terrified of losing you. Because I won’t survive it, not again. It has nothing to do with you being royalty or you defeating Regina and everything to do with the fact that I can’t even think about a world without you in it without spiraling into a complete bloody panic!

“What difference does it make?” he says instead.

“Because I can’t use my magic!”

“And how is that my fault?!”

“Because, you stubborn pirate, it’s not just my magic. It’s ours!”

Her declaration doesn't register at first, his greater concern the way her eyes widen in alarm as though she hadn’t intended to share that secret just yet. But he doesn’t have time to wonder why that is before the meaning of her words slam into him like a bloody hammer and his breath catches.

Their magic? What does she mean, their magic? It’s her magic. She’s the one who has power, not him. She’s the one who saved his life and Grace’s life and Dopey’s life. He just… gives her a boost occasionally, he doesn’t have anything to do with how she uses it.

She must see his confusion, so she takes it upon herself to demonstrate. “Watch,” she says, reaching out and taking Ruby’s hand. “Ruby cut herself earlier while she was making dinner. I’m going to heal it, okay?”

Before he can say a word, she waves her hand and he feels the spark in his stomach, the small cut disappearing. That only serves to confuse him even more because her magic is working, so what on earth is she going on about?

“Did you feel that?” she asks.

“Yes, but what does that prove?”

“You wanted it to heal, right?”

“Well, I… I mean, I obviously don’t want Ruby to be in pain, but I – ”

“So, you wanted it to heal,” she surmises, releasing Ruby’s hand and taking a step toward him. “Don’t you see? It only works when we want the same thing… Consciously or not.”

He shakes his head in denial. “That can’t be true. You’ve used it without me before. Bloody hell, I was sleeping the other morning when you healed yourself – ”

“But you’d never want me to be in pain. Just like you’d never want Ruby to be.”

“But – ”

“Look, it’s hard to explain but… every time I use it, it’s… it’s like you’re there with me… it’s like I can feel your heart working alongside mine.”

He shakes his head again, his thoughts reeling. He’s part of her magic? But it’s impossible. Isn’t it? He doesn’t have… power. He’s no one. A commoner who was lucky enough to catch the eye of a princess. She’s the special one. He’s the son of a man who sold him into servitude the moment he was old enough to be useful. She’s the product of true love. A princess… Royalty…

From out of nowhere, Jeff’s words from a few days ago pop into his mind. The love between the two of you… It was electric. It was magic, Killian. Literally. Everyone around you could feel it.

His heart thuds and his eyes widen, his blood starting to race as he frantically thinks back to each and every time she’s used her magic, replaying each one in his head…

Arendelle… the attack on the Jolly… the cave… He’s felt it every time. Even yesterday, while she was practicing and he was fencing with Dopey there was a subtle spark in his stomach. His eyes had been drawn to her over and over again because he could feel her calling on it, contentment filling him because he was happy that it was strengthening… as he was hoping it would.

When he looks back to her, she’s nervous, wringing her hands together as she eyes him warily, like she’s afraid of what his reaction will be. But the only thing he can think is how amazing this is. How a man like him, a one-handed pirate, could possibly be part of something like this… A love so powerful that it can heal and protect everyone around them because, like Jeff said, it’s their love that makes the magic.

He’s moving in the next second, weaving his hand her in hair and kissing her so soundly that she squeaks in surprise.

K&EK&EK&E

Okay, definitely not the reaction she was expecting – not that she’s complaining.

She’d been standing there, watching each thought flitter across his face – from disbelief to confusion to acceptance – terrified that he’d misinterpret her recent actions as a ploy to use him simply so her magic would work. Or that he’d be angry that she’s kept it a secret. But he doesn’t seem to be either, especially with the way he turns his back on their audience to afford them a bit of privacy so he can sweep his tongue through her mouth.

He breaks the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it and she’s so caught up in the haze of his lips that she has to concentrate to pry her eyes open. When his face comes into focus, there’s a look of awe in his heavy-lidded gaze, his eyes searching her features like he’s seeing her for the first time. Slipping his hand further into her hair, he guides her head to nuzzle his nose against hers and her heart swells in her chest.

She’s definitely not complaining.

Someone coughs loudly and they break apart, both of them blushing and clearing their throats as they turn back to their friends.

“Well, now that that’s settled,” Ruby says, “Can we get back to our current problem? Emma needs to be able to disguise herself if she’s going to leave the ship.”

Killian’s shoulders immediately tense again and she looks over to him, his eyes clouding just before he hides them from her.

“Killian?” she asks, her chest tightening when she sees the way his jaw clenches.

He shifts around on his feet, keeping his eyes averted and she turns to face him, only vaguely aware of their friends silently retreating.

He shakes his head, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “I’m sorry, love, but I… If it’s true that your magic depends on both of us, then I’m…”

He trails off, opening his eyes to give her a pleading look, begging her to understand.

Her heart sinks and her temper flairs back to life. “You still don’t want it to work,” she says, trying to keep the sharpness of the knives she feels in her chest from coming out in her voice.

“I can’t help the way I feel, Emma. I can’t – ”

“Why?!” she demands, and dammit, he looks like she’s just jabbed one of those knives into his chest now with how he sucks in a ragged gasp.

“Emma, please…”

She takes a measured breath to calm herself at the pleading in his eyes, but it doesn’t do anything to slow her racing blood. Still, she manages to mask the worst of her annoyance when she speaks again.

“You don’t trust me,” she says flatly.

“It’s not that,” he immediately replies.

“Yes, it is,” she retorts, “It’s exactly that. You don’t trust that I can take care of myself.”

“Emma…”

“You know, I may not be a notorious pirate captain whose name strikes fear into anyone who hears it, but I'm not some spoiled, dainty princess, either! I may have been living in ignorance for the past few years but I’m still me. You used to have faith in me. You used to treat me like an equal. But now… what? I’m supposed to sit on my hands while you go off without me? I’m supposed to wait around on this ship like I’m fucking helpless while you risk your life?”

“Love…” He takes a step toward her, raising his hand as though to sooth her and she bats it away.

“Well, it’s not going to happen that way. The only way you’ll get me to stay on this ship is if you physically restrain me!”

She turns on her heel and stalks off, too angry to even turn back when he calls her name.

Once she’s safe inside his cabin is when the tears come, fury and hurt making them burn as they slide down her cheeks.

That impossible… stubborn… thick-headed… pirate! How can he even consider leaving her behind? What does she need to do to prove to him that she’s just as capable as he is? Because what she said on deck is true: He used to trust her, he used to consider her an equal, he used to believe in her. But now… Now he doesn’t.

Her eyes land on the long leather coat hanging benignly on the peg next to the door and her blood boils.

Now he’s a highly-feared pirate captain who is used to people following his orders without question. He’s the commander of his ship and everyone aboard. And, somehow, he’s gotten it into his head that she’ll follow those commands without putting up a fight? Well, he’s sorely mistaken.

Idly, she snatches a sword handle that’s sticking out of one of the chests lining the walls, pivoting and slashing it through the air with grace. She may not be as good as he is with a sword anymore, but she’s no amateur. Adjusting her grip on the hilt, she spins on the spot, the weapon zipping through the air so fast that she hears the hum of the blade before landing in a low lunge.

How naïve does he think she is? she thinks sourly. Does he think she doesn’t understand the importance of what they’re doing? It’s her kingdom they’re fighting for, her mother is the one locked in that tower, her father is the one who has been separated from his wife for all these years. And if he thinks she’s going to let him treat her like some delicate, fragile figurehead who needs protecting while she stays behind…

She stabs the sword back into the chest, a satisfying clang of metal echoing through the room when it slides past the precious gold and silver treasures it had been nestled with. Angrily, she wipes at her eyes, removing the evidence of tears and walks to the bed, plopping down and covering her face with her hands.

She’ll go mad if she’s stuck here worrying about him while he’s out there – probably rushing head-long into danger with a cavalier attitude toward his life. Because that's exactly what he'll do. He’s already proven he doesn’t see his life as a thing of value. He’d been willing to die for Grace and he’d made it clear earlier that he considers her life more valuable than his and that’s just not true. He’s more vital than he gives himself credit for but if half of what she’s heard of him is accurate, he takes insane risks on a regular basis and he… he can’t… She won’t survive losing him again. She won’t. She’s certain her heart would simply cease beating if… if he…

Just the thought has tears spilling over again and she snatches up his pillow, hugging it to her chest as she lays back on the mattress.

She won't let him do it. She'll chain herself to his side if she has to. He's not going anywhere without her.

There’s a shuffle on the deck above her and she holds her breath, watching the hatch to see if it opens but it doesn't. Instead, the footsteps retreat and she feels a pang of regret shoot through her. She shouldn't have yelled at him. She shouldn't have called him out for his pirate ways again. But dammit, does he really expect her to sit here and do nothing?

She clamps her eyes shut at the next sting of tears, willing them not to fall. She considers going back up to try to talk sense into him, but changes her mind. She'll wait for him to come down for the night. They've already put on quite a show for everyone and she'd rather have this conversation in private.

She stares at the ceiling and waits. And waits.

And waits.

It’s sometime later when she jolts to attention, confusion filtering through her when she sees the room is much darker than it had been. She must have fallen asleep, she realizes, unconsciously reaching across the bed seeking Killian. Her hand glides over the empty mattress next to her and her stomach drops.

Glancing around the room, she notices the lanterns have nearly burned out, indicating she’s slept for a good portion of the night. With a weight in her chest, she gets to her feet, her eyes still scratchy and sore from her earlier bout of tears.

Quietly, she makes her way up the ladder, expecting to find him at the helm. Instead, though, she's greeted by another dark-haired man. Jefferson is standing at the wheel and affords her a quick glance when he hears her.

“He's below deck,” he says without prompting, “assuring himself once again that all of the cannons are loaded and at the ready.”

His tone is reprimanding and, if she’s not mistaken, there's also a subtle implication of something more hidden in his words. She's not sure because she doesn't know him very well, but her shoulders still slump at the admonishment. He’s clearly not happy with her and who can blame him? His loyalties lie squarely with Killian and their little scene earlier is most certainly the reason he’s not currently in bed with his wife. Rather, he’s spent a good part of the night on deck, more than likely in an attempt to either console his friend or distract him.

Not wanting to deal with another confrontation, she skirts around him toward the stairs, but just as her foot lands on the first step, she hears him release an exasperated sigh.

“May I offer you a bit of advice, princess?” he asks.

She almost turns down his offer but there’s a trace of apology in his voice that makes her hesitate. His sympathies might be with Killian but it does sound like he truly wants to help, and since he probably knows Killian better than anyone now, his advice could be immeasurably valuable. So she removes her foot from the step and turns to face him, folding her hands demurely in front of her.

Once he has her attention, he studies her for a moment, his eyes searching hers and his hand readjusting itself on the wheel in a nervous reflex, apparently trying to figure out how to approach whatever it is he wants to say. She lets her hands fall to her sides at the obvious concern in his eyes and takes a step toward him, silently encouraging him.

Finally, he draws a deep breath, his eyes softening as he looks thoughtfully out at the horizon. “I've been married for some years now,” he starts, his voice soft, “and I love my wife with everything I have. She and Grace have brought joy back to my life. And joy was not something I thought to ever have again.”

This wistful admission is the last thing she expected and her brow wrinkles as he fiddles with the handle again.

“I won't pretend to know what it was like for you when you were informed of Killian’s death,” he says gently, “But I was there when he heard of yours. He'd just lost his brother – killed right in front of him – and, within a fortnight, he lost you as well. He had nothing left. And it… broke him.”

Emma’s eyes fill with tears, her heart aching. He saw his brother die? Liam died before they even escaped the castle? She wants to ask what happened but her throat is clogged and, even though she tries, the lump obstructing her voice is too large to swallow past.

Jeff steps forward and takes her hand, holding it between both of his, his voice gentling even more. “I’m sure it was difficult for you as well, but at least you knew your parents were still alive. You had, at least a sliver of hope for the future. He didn't. He lost everything in a very short span of time and… that kind of pain, it stays with you. And it’s something you would give anything to keep from feeling again.”

She blinks to clear her blurred vision and it barely does any good with how fast her eyes fill again.

“He doesn’t question your abilities, your highness. You have to know that. He’s just terrified. And, if you’ll forgive me for saying so, I’d say the… strength of your anger earlier would indicate you are, too.”

Drawing a shaky breath, she squeezes his hand, a rush of affection pressing on her heart. Yes, he’s squarely on Killian’s side but he also holds sympathy for hers. And, he’s right, she and Killian are both scared of the same thing, it’s just that neither of them were willing to admit it. (Well, Killian might have been but, once again, she relapsed to anger to cover her fear before he could explain himself.)

As if understanding her predicament, he gingerly wipes a tear from her cheek, going on, “Take it easy on him, princess. He’s nearly obsessed with keeping you safe. This is the third time today the cannons have been checked.”

The statement melts her heart and she nods, his first comment when she alighted on deck suddenly making sense.

Flashing a sad smile, he gives her a quick kiss on the back of the hand and steps back, returning to the wheel. Then, in an effort to lighten the mood, he adds in a mischievous tone, “You know, there’s something I’ve learned over the years I’ve spent with my wife: Arguments are inevitable, especially when you’re both strong-willed people, but the making up can be…” he quirks an eyebrow… “fun.”

She huffs out a laugh through her tears, completely taken off guard at his frank words considering the propriety he usually uses toward her.

“Perhaps,” she replies in amusement but it fades quickly, adding, “but I wouldn’t know. Killian and I never used to argue.”

He must hear the melancholy return because his voice turns serious again. “That’s because you never had anything to argue about,” he points out.

At her questioning look he continues, “You were young back then, princess. You didn't have a care in the world. Your kingdom was at peace. There was no conflict, no war, and no reason to believe that would ever change. You were, the both of you, fearless. You'd never known loss, betrayal – and now there’s danger everywhere. And danger makes emotions run high, especially when mixed with two people as headstrong as you and Killian.”

The creaking sound of a hatch opening draws both of their attentions and Killian appears, stopping abruptly when he sees the two of them at the helm. Their eyes meet across the deck, but he doesn’t hold the gaze, instead flicking his eyes to Jefferson.

Jeff looks completely unimpressed with Killian’s tense stance, in fact, he looks almost pleased at Killian’s irritation. Turning back to Emma, he gives her a quick bow. “Well, I should leave you to it, princess,” he says, moving to walk past her.

She stops him with a hand on his arm. “My friends call me Emma, Lord Galerus.”

He smiles softly. “And mine call me Jeff, Emma.”

She gives him a thankful nod, hoping he understands how much she appreciates the help and insight she’s gained from him during their short conversation. “Good night, Jeff.”

“Good night, Emma,” then he leans close to her ear, “Remember: Go easy… the making up could be worth the fight.”

Her lips curve and she nods one more time in agreement, then he goes around her to make his way down the steps. He pauses when he reaches Killian, whispering something to him that Emma doesn’t hear but makes Killian’s lip quirk for the barest instant. Then he leaves, descending into one of the hatches.

As soon as the creaky hatch latches shut, silence descends in a nearly physical fog, it’s thick weight even blocking out the sound of water lapping on the bow. Killian hasn't moved, his hand anchored in the belt at his waist but, somehow, it doesn’t look as menacing without the pirate garb he’s been shedding over the past few days. Still, his eyes are hard and his jaw ticking and her heart sinks even more. She wants to go to him, just rush down the steps and throw herself into the comforting warmth of his arms, surrender the fight and beg forgiveness for losing her temper again, but her feet are rooted to the spot.

“I thought you'd be asleep by now.” His voice cracks the tiniest bit on the last word, completely at odds with the terse comment.

“I thought you would've joined me by now,” she counters.

He fidgets and scratches at the back of his ear, looking away from her. “Well, I wasn't entirely sure my presence would be welcome.”

His voice has softened but it's still guarded and she aches to cross to him. To that end, she takes a step in his direction, “Killian – ”

“I don't want to fight, love,” he interjects, his hand lifting as though warding her off and she freezes mid-step.

“I don’t want to fight, either,” she replies, going ahead and taking the step closer.

The space separating them feels like it stretches a mile and when he steps back as though to keep the distance even, her heart tightens so badly she fears it might stop beating.

“Please Killian,” she rasps desperately, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I just – ”

“Why did you think I’d be upset about your magic depending on both us?” he interrupts in a rough voice, both curiosity and pain dripping from the question.

Her eyes pop wide, surprised that this, rather than her outburst, seems to be what has him the most upset, “It was just…” she falters, “Things have been getting better between us and I didn’t want to risk – ”

“Did you think I’d be angry?” he asks.

“I… I just didn’t know how you’d react…” She replies, hesitantly starting down the steps to close at least some of the distance between them. “You see, this magic – our magic – it’s more than just us wanting the same thing. It also depends on… something else,” she explains.

She's now at the bottom of the stairs and he hasn't moved, but she stops there and keeps her hand on the rail, needing something solid to hold on to as she goes on, “Right after I woke up, during those days when you were avoiding me… Well, it didn’t work at all then. I didn’t understand why at first but once it did start working again, I realized it… Well, it…” she trails off and bites her lip, unable to meet his eyes.

“Its strength is directly related to the strength of our… feelings for each other,” he finishes for her, the way he says it giving her the impression that he’d already riddled through the matter while she’d been below.

She nods hesitantly, averting her eyes to stare at the grooves in the rail her thumb is nervously tracing. “Yes,” she manages in a jagged tone.

“And you were afraid I’d think you were only… using me to make our magic work.”

Again, she can tell he’s already reached this conclusion and even though there’s no accusation in the gently spoken statement, her cheeks redden in shame, her eyes filling with tears. She nods slowly, her thumb nearly gouging the thick wood of the rail now.

“Emma,” he breathes taking slow steps until he's standing before her. He shakes his head sadly, reaching out to cup her cheek, “I’d never think that, love. Never.”

She’s frozen to the spot, swallowing tightly against the lump in her throat. She sees moisture caught in the edges of his eyes and he lifts his left arm and uses his hook to gently tuck a stray curl behind her ear, searching her features with a sorrow so deep that it tugs at her heart.

“We don’t know each other at all anymore, do we?” he asks quietly.

The overwhelming sadness she hears makes her stomach plummet – because he believes it. He’s been up here half the night, not upset because of her outburst, but pondering over her reason for not telling him about their magic and coming to this conclusion – this soul wrenching conclusion that they have changed so much that they don’t even know each other and he’s so wrong. She does know him.

“That’s not true. I do know you,” she says, trying to put as much conviction as she can into her words, but her throat is so tight it only comes out as a croak.

He shakes his head in denial and tries to step back but her hands grapple at his shirt, urgently gripping it to stop him from retreating as she presses on, her voice getting stronger. “I know that you’re honorable and kind,” she declares fervently. “I know that you’d do anything for a friend and that you have a sense of loyalty that runs so deep you’re willing to give your life for it.” She moves one hand to his cheek to make sure he keeps his eyes on hers. “I also know you’re scared,” she whispers, “you’re scared of so many things. You’re scared to tell me what happened while we were apart, you’re scared that I don’t care for you the way I used to and that I won’t understand.”

“Emma…”

“But that’s not all you’re scared of,” she hurries on, because she doesn’t want to push that right now, “You’re also scared of losing me again. And that’s why you didn’t want the glamour spell to work earlier. You want me to stay on the ship so that I’ll be safe. But what you don’t understand is that I’m just as scared of losing you.”

He sucks in a breath, his hand tightening at the base of her neck. “Darling…” he whispers, tears now falling unchecked down his cheeks as his head falls forward to land on hers with a strangled sound.

“I won’t let you go without me,” she vows, “and that’s not me being stubborn or trying to defy you. It’s me being terrified that you won’t come back. You want to protect me, and I understand that, but why can’t you believe that I want to protect you just as much? That if something happens to you, I… I…” Her voice clogs and she leans back to meet his eyes, noting the tiny glimmer of hope now shining in them. “I can’t lose you again. I can’t. I need you, Killian. I need you beside me, I need your strength and your faith and your hand in mine. And that has nothing to do with magic… or… or strategy… or…”

“I need you, too,” he rasps out when her voice breaks, and then he's moving, covering her mouth with a kiss so desperate that it shoots dizzying relief through her system.

He kisses her thoroughly, a broken groan releasing into her mouth when he tilts his head and his tongue slides against hers. She can taste his tears, or maybe their hers, but either way, it adds more fuel to her response and her tongue moves with greater purpose, tangling with his.

She clutches his neck, holding on for all she’s worth when he backs her up until her spine makes contact with the corner hidden by the staircase. He’s like a man possessed, his mouth burning a trail of fire across her cheek and down her neck as he pins her to the wall with his body.

Tugging roughly on his hair, she brings his eyes to hers only long enough to say one more thing while she still can, something she needs to say and something he needs to hear. “Never tell me again that my life is more important than yours,” she pants, clenching her fist in his hair for punctuation. “Do you hear me? Your life is just as important as mine.”

She connects their lips without waiting for his reply, using the same tuft of hair to angle his head and attack his mouth demandingly.

“Never, do you understand?” she adds at the next break of lips.

“I understand,” he gasps out, his hand gliding down her spine and his hook nudging her thigh to prompt her to wrap it around his back.

As soon as her leg is locked around him, he rocks his hips forward while his hand tugs her to him and she gasps, so caught up in the feel of him that she almost misses the mumble he releases into her neck. “I can't lose you, either,” he grounds out. “I won’t survive it again. I need you to breathe, love.”

His lips clamp down hard on her collarbone and suck even as hand and hook start yanking at her dress, his urgency making her mind simply turn off until she feels his fingers pressing into her. It’s then that she realizes he intends to have her right here on deck and a thrill shivers through her veins. Frantically, she reaches for his pants, nearly tearing them in her haste to free him from the confines, and amazes at the hard length of him jutting out and into her hand. It’s the first time she’s touched him like this and she wants to take a moment to explore the feel of him, but she only gets time to register how silky the skin is before he’s batting her hand away and bending his knees to position himself. He pauses for one breathless instant, meeting her eyes with feral need and then he’s plunging into her, his groan as loud and unrestrained as her own.

It’s fast and fevered, single words all either of them are capable of – words like more, need, now, please – and then she’s tumbling, one trembling leg falling from his hip as he pushes her through it, ending the crazed mating with a final ‘fuck’ that is gasped out against her ear.

She nearly crumples when she tries to support her own weight, her leg so shaky that it doesn’t have the strength to hold her up but he steadies her, his forehead and nose planted against hers as they both struggle to breathe. His hand runs up her torso until his thumb glances over her cheek and he kisses her one more time, a barely-there kiss that makes her heart stutter. It’s tender and sweet and she strokes his cheek in return, a tremulous smile shared between them.

A breeze makes its way into their little corner and glances across the sweat slickened skin of her neck and she jolts, dragging a half groan, half whimper from him that makes her smile widen. He eases out and lets her skirt fall back between them, burying his nose in her neck as she chuckles.

“What has you amused, love?” he asks.

She meets his eyes, and thank all the world, there’s no trace of sadness left in them. “Jeff was right,” she teases, running her finger down his cheek, “making up can be… fun.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Why don’t we go make up again in the warmth of our cabin?”

“Mmmmm, sounds perfect.”

K&EK&EK&E

It’s hours later and Killian still hasn’t slept, his body exhausted but his mind reeling as he stares at the chest sitting on the ledge near their feet. Emma is lying next to him, the peaceful cadence of her breathing keeping time with his heartbeat while he fiddles with the ends of her hair through his fingers.

He’s part of her magic – and that magic depends on them being close emotionally. And she’s going to need that magic to defeat Regina – which means he can’t risk anything driving a wedge between them until after that happens. And that means, no matter how much he wants to stop living this lie, he can’t tell her. Not yet. There’s too much at stake to take the chance on her reaction.

He’ll get her to her father. He’ll stand with her against the Evil Queen. He’ll do whatever it takes to help David free Snow from her curse and see his King and Queen back on their rightful thrones. Then he’ll tell her and hope she doesn’t turn him away. Until then, he’ll do his best to keep her safe and happy.

Tearing his eyes off the chest, he relaxes in behind Emma, tracing his fingers down her arm and settling his hand on her hip. She sighs softly in sleep and he presses a feather-light kiss against the back of her bare shoulder.

“I love you, Emma,” he whispers, and even though she can’t hear him, his heart feels lighter just by saying the words aloud.

By the time he falls asleep, the sun is peeking over the horizon.

K&EK&EK&E

David stares out the window facing the ocean with a mixture of joy and trepidation, his eyes straining through the morning fog to see the masts on the ships as they come and go with the tides. He knows it would be next to impossible for Emma to arrive so quickly but he can’t help but watch for his daughter’s appearance.

His mind wanders as he scans the harbor, his eyes losing focus and letting his head fall back. He’s been preparing for this for years, formulated plan after plan, gone through scenario after scenario. There are so many moving parts, so many things to accomplish – and time is running out. The closer they get to Emma’s birthday, the more anxious he becomes.

He’s always been a worrier, something Snow used to tease him about on a regular basis. She’d been very fond of coming up behind him while he stood on their balcony, his eyes unfocused on the horizon like he’s doing now. She’d wrap her arms around his waist and tell him to come to bed, assuring him he would come up with the answer in time, the complete faith in her voice making him believe it, too. Gods, he misses her. He misses her mischievous smile and her cunning wit, her smooth skin under his fingers and her hand in his. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel her, her temple resting on his back between his shoulder blades as she wraps her arms around him like she did then.

The memory brings a tear to his eye and he presses his hand to his stomach in the exact spot where hers would be clasped together if she were really here. Breathing long and deep, he imagines turning to face her, You worry too much, Charming. Stop trying to plan everything. One step at a time, that’s what we need to focus on. Just consider the next step.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s calmer, the memory of her unerring hope making his heart settle. She’d always had complete faith in him and now is not the time to lose that. They’ll be together again soon, he’ll wake her from the curse and they’ll be a family.

But first, the next step: Find the dagger and reunite the blades.

It’s frustrating that he can’t be the one out searching for the legendary weapon but he knows he can’t. Arthur can roam the realms freely whereas David would be hunted mercilessly if he were to leave the haven of Camelot. But, dammit, he hates being cooped up like this.

Still, if there’s one thing he’s sure Arthur of Camelot is capable of doing it’s fulfilling his own destiny to complete Excalibur. He just wishes it could have been fulfilled years before. But, according to the message they received yesterday, Arthur is now certain he’s found the dagger’s hiding place and it’s just a matter of time before he returns with his long-sought-after prize.

Emma will need the sword. Everything hinges on it. According to legend, Excalibur is the most powerful magical object in the world which, once whole, has the power to strip the magic from anyone who possesses it. One cut is all it takes. He’d been pessimistic at first, worried that such a weapon could be used to strip Emma’s powers, but he couldn’t deny the advantage it would give them – especially when he’d learned that Regina had been searching for the dagger as well. Of course, Regina doesn’t have either half, and they’ve already got one, so her search for the dagger must have been for the sole purpose of keeping it away from its mate.

But that doesn’t matter now. It looks like Arthur has won the race and Lance is on his way right now to fetch the Promethean Flame that they’d found and hidden years ago. Things are finally starting to come together. Emma and Killian have been reunited. The dagger will be their possession soon. They have the spark Emma will use to reunite the blades. Emma has her magic and she’s on her way here.

Emma is on her way here.

He draws a deep breath, once again imagining their reunion – and that’s where the joy and trepidation come from. He longs to see her again and he wants more than anything for their reunion to be a happy one. And it will be. He’s determined that it will be. Perhaps Arthur’s idea for a ball is good thing. One night of peace and happiness before he has to tell her what she’s destined for.

He’s imagined telling her for years, played out every possible scenario in his head over and over again, and while he can’t wait to hold her in his arms again, he also knows that it’s finally time to tell her the thing he’s been keeping from her since her birth and he worries how she will react. She’ll probably be angry at first, feeling betrayed that she was never told. He prays fervently that she’ll understand why they kept it from her, prays that she’ll forgive him once he tells her all of their reasons.

He and Snow had made the decision together to keep her in the dark. They’d prepared as best they could without telling her of the prophecy and her roll in it, both deciding that she deserved a normal childhood free of the burden the knowledge would give her. Still, they were relieved when she took so easily to being trained in archery and swordplay, her love of adventure making them tasks she enjoyed so much that they were spared from forcing them on her and, inevitably, being forced themselves to tell her why she’d need such skills.

Later, as she grew into a young woman, they’d considered telling her again, but couldn’t bring themselves to do it. She was always so determined and spirited, and telling her the importance of finding her True Love would have set her on a mission. And, knowing their daughter as well as they did, they feared she would put a little too much effort into something that should happen naturally. They didn’t want her to analyze every man she met, weighing her feelings on some preconceived notion of what True Love is supposed to be.

Then she’d met Killian. It had been obvious almost right from the start that she’d been enamored with him and, as their relationship blossomed, neither he nor Snow could find it in themselves to give her – or him, for that matter – the dire news. So, they’d continued to keep their silence, trying to enjoy the beauty of watching their daughter fall in love – even while that beauty was marred by the knowledge weighing on them.

The night Killian had requested a private audience with him had been one of the best and worst of his life. The honorable Lieutenant wanted to marry his daughter and he’d given his blessing willingly, but the entire time he’d been filled with dread. The prophecy said they should never part and Killian was a naval officer, out to sea more frequently than he was on land with Emma. So, he’d insisted on Killian leaving the navy, offered him a promotion in rank to stay and join the army instead to keep him close. And it had worked. Killian had been just as eager to stay with Emma as David had been to have him stay.

Later that evening, after he and Snow had settled in for the night, he’d held her close while she wept, the knowledge that their time was running out now too obvious to ignore. They’d resolved to wait until after the wedding, when the blissfully ignorant couple returned from their honeymoon, to sit them down and tell them of the fate that had been prophesied so long ago. And, in the meantime, they would tell all of their most trusted friends, enlist the aid of all those loyal and discreet to form a plan to keep the young couple happy while also keeping them safe.

They’d thought they’d accounted for everything. They’d thought their plan was sound. Secret passages had been added to the castle, horses were kept saddled at all times in preparation. Rendezvous points were established; provisions were hidden all over the kingdom in case hasty exits were required. August and Liam had worked together endlessly to arrange transport and safe houses, places only the two of them would know about so that when the time came, there would be no way to torture or coerce the locations out of anyone else. And it should have worked. Even as David had watched that balcony collapse, he’d still believed it would work. As long as they were alive and they had August and Liam, there would be nothing to worry about…

Then the unthinkable had occurred. Not only were they separated, but Killian and Liam had been captured by Regina’s soldiers and both had been executed – or at least that’s what he’d been told.

He wishes he knew what really happened that day. He should have asked Killian before he sent him for Emma. Obviously, Graham had been lying, but had he been lying about all of it? What had really prompted Snow to eat that apple? What had happened Liam? Why did Regina believe Killian was dead?

He wrestles with those questions a little longer as he watches another ship appear in the harbor. It’s not Emma, but one day soon it will be and, on that day, he’ll get the answers he’s looking for and be forced to deliver answers himself.

Joy and trepidation, indeed.

K&EK&EK&E

The sun is high when he awakes and the bed beside him is empty. Groggily, he rolls over and wipes his hand over his face.

“Good morning, sleepy head. Or should I say ‘good afternoon?’”

Following the sound of her voice, he sees Emma sitting at his desk, looking over one of his maps. She folds it quickly and returns it to its holder before standing and crossing to him. She’s already dressed and he wonders how late it actually is.

“Did you sleep well?”

No, he didn’t. He tossed and turned, plagued with disjointed dreams of Emma and the Evil Queen, their magic locked in an epic battle of white and purple streams of light shooting in every direction while he tried to move… tried to help… But his heart was weighed down, his chest bearing a heavy burden that made his movements sluggish as he struggled to get to Emma’s side. He’d awoken in a cold sweat, the image of Emma collapsing and Regina’s deranged glee as she stood over Emma and produced a fire ball seared into his eyes.

“Fine, love. What time is it?”

“Nearly lunchtime,” she replies, taking a seat next to him on the bed and laying her hand on his bare chest. “Are you hungry? I could go get it and bring it back if you’d like.”

Her fingers are tracing patterns over his collarbone and his body reacts without his permission. Groaning, he sits up and rubs his lips over hers, “Do that and we may never get out of this cabin today, love.”

He feels her smile against his mouth, her thumb running playfully over his nipple, “As much as I’d enjoy that, Dopey is already warming up for his next fencing lesson.”

The words have barely passed her lips when she ducks down and sucks on the nipple she’d just brushed and he falls back to the bed, tucking his hand in her hair to bring her down with him. He watches her tongue dart out, his hand fisting when she applies more pressure.

“Darling, you’re bloody amazing, but we shouldn’t…” he grits out, his actions defying his words by gripping more tightly in her hair to hold her to him.

Closing his eyes, he arches his back and revels in her talented mouth, the tendrils of desire licking across his skin when she uses her teeth in a gentle nip. Bloody fuck, his heart is already pounding and she’s only barely touched him, her light moan a siren’s song he’d happily drown in. Her mouth moves to his neck as her hand traces down through the hair on his chest until it’s only inches from where he’s already growing hard. She hesitates and he sucks in a breath, her boldness apparently not quite enough to lower it further. Instead, she averts it to his hip, and it takes all his willpower not to grab it and move it back.

His breathing is heavy in his ears and it takes longer than it should for him to realize her weight is no longer on him and that she is, in fact, sitting up again with a mischievous smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“I just wanted to make sure you were awake,” she says cheekily and then she’s standing, tossing him his shirt and trousers while his senses are still reeling.

“I’ll meet you at the helm for lunch,” she nearly sing-songs as she walks to the door. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint Dopey.”

He shakes himself back into reality as soon as the door shuts, his lips curling at her underhanded tactics. She’s more pirate than she’d care to admit.

When he joins her at the helm a few minutes later, she gives him a secret smile and he kisses it right off of her mouth with a loud smack and a louder chuckle. But as they settle in to eat, her playful demeanor slowly morphs into a nervous expression, biting at her lower lip. He considers asking what’s wrong but doesn’t, hoping that whatever has caused the change is something she’ll voice on her own. And, as is the way of his princess, she does, looking to him with nervous eyes.

“Killian?”

“Yes, love?”

“About our visit to Portsmouth…” she hedges, obviously trying to avoid an argument but nonetheless making sure he knows this matter is far from over. “I tried the glamour spell again this morning and it's still not working.”

“Emma…”

“I'm not angry,” she says quickly. “Like you said yesterday, you can't help how you feel… but I… I just want you to think about something.”

There’s no way he can turn down the pleading expression she gives him. “What’s that?” he asks.

She reaches across and lays her hand on the wrist above his hook, her voice gentle, “I know we’ve both changed, but we used to be a team – ”

“We still are, love,” he interrupts, placing his hand over hers, the action prompting her to meet his eyes.

After a beat, she tilts her head, pulling her hand from under his and sitting back in her chair to look at him with a calm but watchful expression.

“Are we?” she asks. There’s no malice in the question, just sincere curiosity.

“Of course, we are,” he responds.

She studies him for another moment before shaking her head. “I’m not so sure,” she says, and again, there’s not even a trace of anger in her voice, “I think, maybe, you consider me a bit… naïve. And maybe I am. But I’m not as naïve as I was even a few weeks ago. I know I was protected for a long time, and you weren’t, but I’ve seen enough since we left Arendelle to understand what it is we’re up against. And I’m not sure you’re giving me credit for that. I think, maybe, you still see me as the princess you used to know, but I haven’t been that person in a long time.”

There’s a raw honesty in her words that makes him sit back and consider them, taking his time to truly look at this from her side. Her nerves are gone now, replaced with an expectant and earnest expression as she waits for his reaction.

After several reflective seconds, he lays his hand palm up on the table, inviting her to take it. She doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward to cover it with hers.

“You’re right,” he admits slowly, watching his thumb run across her knuckles. Because she is and he hadn’t realized it until now. “I haven’t given you enough credit. Since I found you again, my first priority has been to protect you. And I guess that protectiveness has… blinded me a bit.”

He hears her shudder out a relieved breath and he raises his eyes, twisting his hand and linking their fingers together.

“We are a team, love,” he assures her, “We’re stronger together. Even without magic, we’ve always been stronger together. And I’m sorry I forgot that.”

She shakes her head to let him know the apology isn’t necessary, squeezing his hand in thanks.

“And, as a team,” he adds, “I think we should visit Portsmouth together.”

“Really?” she asks almost sheepishly.

“Really,” he replies.

Her grin is near blinding – but not nearly as blinding as the light that immediately sparks between their hands. He chuckles softly, closing his eyes against it as their magic spreads through his chest. He draws a deep breath, embracing the warmth of it filling his veins before reopening his eyes, fully expecting to see the face of a stranger sitting before him. When she comes into focus, however, his brow furrows. It’s still Emma before him and she obviously realizes it didn’t work from the look on his face.

“You still see me?” she asks with disappointment but he doesn’t have time to reply before Ruby’s voice calls across the deck.

“You did it, Emma!” Ruby exclaims, rushing up the stairs to join them.

Emma’s eyes shoot back to him and she gives him a surprised but delighted smile. She starts to say something but is interrupted when Ruby pulls her from her chair, insisting that she do a quick spin so she can examine her closely. “Nice job! Gwen’s own mother wouldn’t be able to tell the two of you apart.”

The two hug enthusiastically, both laughing before Ruby breaks away. She glances between the two of them with a smile that looks almost like pride then steps back.

“Well, I’ll just go and tell the others, shall I?” she says. Then without waiting or a response, she’s off again in a flurry of red skirts.

Once she’s disappeared, Emma turns back to him, bending at the waist to where their eyes are level and bracketing her arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” she says with soft sincerity, then surges forward to place a chaste but firm kiss on his mouth.

“I didn’t do anything,” he tells her.

“You believed in us,” she replies, “that’s all it took.”

She’s pushing his chair back in the next second, giving herself enough room to plop down on his lap and hug him fiercely and he laughs into her neck. After planting several kisses on each of his cheeks, she sits up, directing his eyes to hers with her thumb on his chin.

“You do still see me, don’t you?”

“Aye. You can’t hide from me, princess.”

“As if I would ever want to.”

#cs ff #cs ff au #Changing Tides

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44 Girls Reveal The Most Insane Thing A Guy Ever Did To Impress Them

Found on AskReddit .

1. He gave me a little chest of chocolates, but he’d already eaten half of them.

When “were in” dating my husband bought a bit casket of chocolates’ for me ,’ but had already eaten half of them because he wanted to try them, more. I still make fun of him for it.

2. He showed me his tattoos of various My Little Ponies.

Showing me his tattoos of various types of My Little Ponies. He was so excited to show me, he reckoned I was going to be blown away by it.

3. He told me he hung up my video so he could see it while in the rain and he was masturbating to it.

I met a guy via online dating. We went to dinner. He was telling me how much he loved one of my photos on the website. So much, he said, he hung it up so he could see it while in the shower and he was masturbating to it.

4. Why? Is your nose bigger than your dick?

I formerly had a guy content me and his opening line was,’ Hey, wanna sit on my appearance ?’

I responded with’ Why? Is your nose bigger than your dick ?’

He blocked me after that.

5. He called me his number-one girlout of seven.

I dated this person for like, a week in junior college. Still very much in the’ getting to know you’ stagecoach. It grew really obvious early on he was one of those guys that try to put you down so you’ll think you’re lucky he’s even talking to you but I’d exactly react every subtle revile with a ‘… K.’

We were hanging out and he says something like,’ You’re my number-one girl.’ Kind of a weird happening to say at this item in the game, all right. I jokingly said,’ Oh yeah? Out of how many ?’ He realise this big show out of counting on his paws and pretends to try remembering all the figures in his ring-binders full of women before he says,’ Seven .’ I was like,’ Haha, OK, well, I don’t think I could compete with seven. Good luck with that ,’ and stopped taking his calls.

6. He told me he masturbated to me but had never been able to finish.

He told me he masturbated to me. And then when I was awkward he was attempting to make it better by tell people he had never been able to finish to me.

7. He told me he could rend a phone book in half, so I demonstrated him one.

One time a person I worked with is seeking to impress me by telling me he could slam a phone book in half with ease. On my production of a phone book, he proceeded to repeatedly attempt to rend it in half to the point of shaking and sweating. He couldn’t. The second-hand humiliation was real.

8. He face-lift his shirt up and said,’ Look how little person hair I have.’

I had a guy come up to me at a prohibit, promote his shirt up, and say,’ Look how little mas “hairs-breadth” I have .’ Granted he was super-drunk, but I simply walked away.

9. He gave me a frozen, severed alligator foot.

I was a project manager at a consulting company. We hired a very odd fellow by the call of Rod. One epoch Rod and I were discussing a neighbourhood Asian supermarket. This is possibly the second largest season we ever communicated; he did not end up working at the company for very long after.

Me:’ Yeah, they have a lot peculiar nonsense there !’ Rod:’ They even have alligator meat for sale .’ Me, in “the worlds largest” disinterested tone:’ Yeah, how about that .’ Intention of conversation.

Weeks go by, and Rod announces he will be leaving the company to start a new statu. He comes by my role to say goodbye. I detect he’s holding something in a plastic crate behind his back, trying to hold back a grin.

Me:’ Best of fluke, being .’ Rod:’ I got you a going-away present .’ I think this is odd, so I say,’ But I’m not leaving.’

Rod sides me whatever is wrapped in the plastic purse. I start to wonder if it’s something “hes having” removed from his body. I unravel the plastic and observe a fishy stink. It’s a severed, frozen alligator foot, with claws still in skill. From the Asian Supermarket.

Rod:’ Watch! You didn’t believe me when I said they had alligator meat !’

tl ;d r Guy once gave me a frozen, severed alligator foot.

10. Two messages: dick pics.

Two statements: dick pics.

11. A person carved my refer into his arm once.

A guy engraved my name into his arm formerly. I don’t have a very short name.

12.’ Your look is like a tomatothe surface is all smooth and soft. Can I stroke your scalp ?’

1)’ You are so beautiful. Your look is like a tomatothe scalp is all smooth and soft. Can I stroke your scalp? No? Oh, well can I decorate you then? I want to give you a camera so you can take photos of yourself and see how beautiful you are.’ Random guy on a bus.

2) Set up on a year formerly. Date arrives two hours late( don’t ask me why I was still hanging around ), follows to tell me he needs to buy some new jeans. We go to a storage, he tries on the jeans and ends he likes them. We queue. At the checkout he appears over at me and says,’ Oh shit, I’ve forgotten my wallet in the car. Would you thoughts ?’

I paid.

3)’ Your face is round like a football’said whilst drunk off his look and scaling a bridge( over not-so-troubled irrigate ).

13. He said,’ Mmm, your blood is dessert’ and went on to tell me it was the sweetest he’d ever tasted.

I was in an art class with a guy and “were in” doing linocut printmaking. You have to use that is something that sharp-witted implement to carve your likenes and my teacher reminded us daily to keep our hands out of the mode. Of direction, I managed to gouge my digits. This person seizure my hands and stays my hemorrhaging fingers in his mouth. After he released me, he said,’ Mmm, your blood is sweetened’ and went on to tell me it was the sweetest he’d ever tasted.

14. He formerly transported me a video of him ejaculating and pointing out how copious it was.

This guy formerly communicated me a video of him ejecting and pointing out how voluminous it was. We were taking a fitness class together and I’d never even talked to him much.

15. I precisely gazed at him as one would stare at a baby who simply shit on the rug.

We were in the middle of the club dance flooring and he simply walked up to me, pulled out his telephone, and showed me the video from his Facebook of him doing a leg press in a gym. I precisely stared at him as one would stare at a domesticated who merely shit on the rug.

16. He offered me half-price on weed if I had fornication with him.

‘Sooo…I can give you this at half-price if you want to stay over.’

I backed out of the room laughing. No, Tim, I’m fine with compensating full toll for a quarter-oz. of gras. I truly don’t want hepatitis.

17. He just takes his dick out and starts jackin’ it.

Oh man, my wife’s best friend has a good one, but I don’t know if she is on here and it’s pretty difficult to not mention.

So she goes on this date with a dude who looked like a pattern. Ravishing would be the word I may have heard.

Anyway, they go on this time. They get in her gondola, and he just takes his dick out and starts jackin’ it. She’s like,’ What the fuck are you doing ?’ and he simply looks at her like a magician trying to’ wow’ her. She doesn’t make regardless, though, and she’s pretty pissed. He goes disturbed and emits this phenomenal word,’ Pfftyou’re just like the others.’

Which is necessary that he has done this before! There is some good-looking buster who just goes on years and jacks off in their auto and thinks why no one likes him.

18. His military dog tag said’ Established in China.’

This guy is seeking to impress me at a table by telling me how he worked in the military forces. He had that various kinds of braggy outlook that makes people uncomfortable. Telling me how he’s trained to kill and knows how to use SO numerous artilleries, and fly this and drive that, and knows hand-to-hand duel. I symbolize I don’t know anyone in the military, so “whos” I to say that some people didn’t behave like that? But it seemed so showy. He then’ accidentally’ drooped his dog tags on the field. Which also seemed strange. Who accompanies their dog tag to a table, and too aren’t you supposed to wear them? Anyways, I was quicker to picking them up, he made a big deal about me looking at them, saying I wasn’t even supposed to touch them, as I was siding them back it clearly said’ Established in China’ stomped on the back.

19. He told me that he didn’t ordinarily year’ Russian chicks'( I have blonde “hairs-breadth”, so OBVIOUSLY I’m Russian ).

After producing me all the types of soda from the school vending machine( despite being told numerous periods that I can’t drink soda ), he pulled up a sung on his phone and explosion it on full volume. He told me to seeing how he understood the Japanese lyrics and the romance they held because love was a language pronounced through raw spirits and could be understood by all. And of course, how the chant represented our charity. It was pretty cringeworthy.

Oh yeah, and he also told me that he didn’t normally date’ Russian chicks'( I have blonde fuzz, so OBVIOUSLY I’m Russian) because they are so strong and tough that they devastate his manliness. But I was’ an aesthetic goddess’ who could defined him free.

These are just the highlights. He did this substance every day on the bus for a whole semester.

20. He read entire sheets from a journal written in Latin over a dinner time in a thick-skulled Italian accent.

Reading entire sheets from a journal writes to Latin over a dinner appointment in a dense Italian accent because’ that’s the way it most probably voiced ,’ without translating anything, until I was about ready to fall asleep. I wrote off all classics majors after that date.

21. He asked me to his prom when I was 10 by buying me a sugar bar.

Had a person ask me to his prom. I was 10 and had never assembled him before. He asked me by buying me a sugar prohibit while I was waiting for my mama to check out in the grocery store.

I was creeped-out. My mama thought it was hilarious.

22. I told him over and over again that I don’t like my hoofs stroked, but he wouldn’t relent.

On our first appointment, about ten minutes in he told me that everyone always said that he afforded the best paw rubs and asked if I wanted one. I told him over and over again that I don’t like my hoofs touched, but he wouldn’t relent, so I finally said fine. Cue what is like him literally trying to break my paw. Purposed up with bruises.

23. One day he brought in his daughter( who was probably 6) and established me to the daughter as’ mommy.’

When I was 18 waiting tables a much older man used to come in and sit in my division a lot. One daylight he brought in his daughter( who was probably 6) and interposed me to the daughter as’ mummy .’ He told me he knew I was the’ commitment sort’ and told you he said I was worth’ the best thought he had to offer .’ It was cringeworthy.

He had been coming in for a few months before it got to this stage of what-the-fuckness. When it happened I freaked out in the kitchen about it but deterred my cool in front of him and didn’t say anything about it. Although the next time he came in he delivered his mother and introduced me as his lover and I lost it. I grabbed my director and he knocked him out. The creepiest constituent about it was that he worked in a medical federal prison. I never read him again, although I did run into his mother at Walmart about a month ago and it was very uncomfortable.

24. He would tell me tales of generally being a dick and follows up on with’ I know I’m an asshole, but at the least I’m honest, right?

It’s a tie between the guy that would tell me storeys of generally being a dick and following up with’ I know I’m an asshole, but at least I’m honest, right ?’ and the guy that told me the story of how he drove the only girl out of his WoW guild by going everyone to refer to her as a talking vagina( but she totally deserved it because she had a high-pitched expres ).

25. He revved his instrument and proceeded to take a sharp turn too fast and trenched his bike.

I was walking with got a couple of my girlfriends when a guy on a motorcycle transferred us. As he drove by, he revved his locomotive and proceeded to take a sharp turn too fast and trenched his bike.

He took off his helmet as he countenanced up and touched himself off, picked up his motorcycle, then he put his helmet back on. Merely he tried to set his helmet on downward at first.

My friends and I are not mean-spirited, this is why we managed to keep a straight face until he drove away, then we tittered our fannies off. Poor guy.

26. He came by every day to ask if I was’ legal’ yet.

I was 14 and working at a coffee stand on an infantry basi. A soldier came in and started making on me , not realizing how age-old I was. I told him my age and expected that he would give me an awkward apology and walk away … Instead, he told me that I was lying. It took some of my regulars coming in and persuading him that I was really 14. Instead of awkwardly rationalizing and “re going away”, he came by every day be interested to know whether I was’ legal’ yet.

Let me say to you , nothing says flattering quite like a creepy older guy who plans to mostly stalk you at work for the next four years until you transform 18…

27. He texted me every hour or so every day for almost a month.

He texted me every hour or so every day for almost a month, then asked me out over text. When I rejected he said something along the lines of,’ Well it doesn’t have to be a” year date ,” we could go as sidekicks and see if anything happens. Assure, I can be accommodating !’

-.-

After another month of this I made a Google expression history and told him I changed my number. It’s been almost 3 years and I get texts/ phone calls on that number.

Anyways he terminated up dating your best friend, flirted with me perpetually, cheated on her with multiple daughters( not me ), the two is broken, he asked me out again, then nearly got arrested for threatening to beat up a few girls. But hey, he’s super adjust!

28. Cue me walking away and trying unsuccessfully not to laugh.

Let me talk to you about Heelys guy!

I’m at my university, waiting for the crosswalk to change, when out of the corner of my seeing I observe this guy marching towards my site from the other side of the intersection. He has a skater helmet on( not clipped, simply kind of hanging there 2cool4safety) and is skidding on, of course, Heelys. He stops about a paw from me and just…stares.

Me: Umm, can I help you?

HG: Yeah, you can stop raping me with your eyes.

Me: alrighty then.

HG: Also you can give me your number.

Me: Yeah, that’s not happening.

At this detail the crosswalk signal changed and I started to walk away. HG, who had just been staring at me( red-eyed, most definitely high out of his attention at noon on a Monday ), then grabs the back of a scooter and is heelying in all the regions of the intersection to follow me . When he gets to the end of the intersection, he tells proceed of the mope( as the motorist is screeching at him) and And he falls on the dirt. And his helmet wheels away because it wasn’t clipped on.

Me: Are you okay?

HG: NO CAUSE YOU REJECTED ME.

Cue me walking away and trying unsuccessfully not to laugh.

29. He fell with an inaudible howl in between the two buildings( about 12 -1 5 hoofs ).

In college, I lived in an apartment building that was extremely close to an old-fashioned original building on the pulley-block where my friend lived. He and I were just sidekicks at the time, but I knew he was interested. I had just been out riding my bike and was moving my bicycle up the steps to the stoop in front of our doorway. There was about a 7-10 paw crack between our slouch and the porch of this old house. Unbeknownst to me, your best friend was( in his thinker) cleverly trying to sneak up on me, Spider-Man style by briskly rushing from the hall to our stoop while I went out my keys. Nonetheless, his project disappeared awry, and he fell with an inaudible cry in between the two buildings( about 12 -1 5 hoofs ). I casually penetrated my suite with my bicycle as usual. Two minutes later, I sounds a whack. I consider my friend, battered knees and joints, seeming preferably sheepish. I’m confused and referred, then he tells me what happened, in front of my roommates( all mutual pals ), and we DIE laughing! Poor guy. Of trend, we bandage him up and give him a beer for his bothers. LOL.

30. Catcalled me every day on my jogging route for a week.

Catcalled me every day on my jogging direction for a few weeks. Creepy as fuck. After the second largest or third daylight, I was like,’ I’m not going to let some lout frighten me away from my favorite road !’ So I remained proceeding, but I outlined the line when he actually tried to search me. Now I go in the complete opposite tendency. Pisses me the fuck off.

I are well aware that forestalling the guy was a bad notion because then he could potentially hurt others, and I repent not doing anything. But given my age, prominence, etc. at the time, I wasn’t in any position to physically fight back without endangering myself. I was also afraid of the person following me dwelling/ harming me even more, so I got the fuck away as soon as I could.

31. A guy had a gazette that was fitted with poems about me, sheets of’ I love you’ written over and over.

A guy had a magazine that was filled with poems about me, pages of’ I love you’ written over and over, storeys in excruciating detail of how we’d waste the rest of “peoples lives” together and he even had described pictures of what our children would look like. Every sheet was dated. This gentleman wrote in it EVERY DAY for a year. I had no hypothesi about it until he gave it to me for my birthday.

32.’ Do you feel bad enough for me to give me your numeral ?’

I was working and this teenager that had been hitting on me all day came back and tried to hop onto the gratuities of his skis.( Using his spars to prop himself up ?) Even though the move was supposed to decline my gasps, he altogether gobble shit the noise was unmistakable. I hear a smack-dab, him conveying his sting and then,’ You didn’t see that, right ?… Do you feel bad enough for me to give me your digit ?’

33. Dude draws out the full-size metal rose that he’s piece and welded by himself and decorated up all fancy.

I was dating a person in first-year university( he was a fair fragment older than me) and I mainly discovered him nights and weekends. He was a metalworker and ran long eras, etc.

Things weren’t moving in the direction I wanted them to be going( read: him accepting me as his real girlfriend/ actually officially dating) it spawned a lot of petty arguments.

I dissolved up breaking up with him and going back to his region the next day to get my nonsense. He croaks,’ Oh, I stimulated you this for Valentine’s Day but hadn’t demonstrated it to you’dude plucks out the full-size metal rose that he’s slashed and welded by himself and coated up all fancy.

The breakup has been the case in

Dude panicked and tried to draw out some nostalgic gesticulate after recognizing I was leaving.

I took the rose and I left. It sits on my desk and I look at it every day.

Spoils of war.

34. He counterfeited having a girlfriend.

Faking having a girlfriend. If anything, it shaped me like him even less( which I didn’t think was possible ).

35. For about 10 minutes. I was expiring of second-hand dishonour for him.

I was at a barroom with some pals and a reasonably decent-looking guy begin to chat me up. He starts to talk to me about how smart he is and how he turned down a scientific master’s orientation at[ nearby university] to work at a biotech startup. Interested, I ask about what the startup does, etc. Just being polite and obligating conversation.

It turns out he works at a clinic that does Alzheimer’s disease evaluations…doing intake paperwork. After unsuccessfully trying to change the subject to spare him embarrassment, he asks me what I know about Alzheimer’s.( Of course) before I answer he steamrolls me to say to me in voluminous( mistaken) detail about the disease. For about 10 instants. I was succumbing of second-hand shame for him. He then finally asks what I do…

I’m approximately halfway through a Ph.D. program in which I analyse molecular mechanisms underlying Alzheimer’s disease.

At this level I ask if he wants to leave. He does.

36. I don’t care how quickly, raucous, or how gaudy your car is, you’re fucking annoying.

Any guy that tried to impress me with the type of automobile they drove. I don’t care how fast, raucous, or how flashy your gondola is, you’re fucking riling .”

37.’ I’ve always wanted to have 4 minors. I have 3 now. I’ve always known you are able to give me# 4.’

I had an old high-school acquaintance find me on Facebook and pm me’ I’ve always wanted to have 4 children. I have 3 now. I’ve always known you are able to give me# 4.’

38. After being told,’ Do not talk to me again�� and the three months of no contact, I’m clearly SUPER into him.

By attacking me with texts nonstop and asking me out in “the worlds largest” ridiculous way. He’d never do anything in person, only make awkward small talk, and the second largest we led our separate behaviors I’d get a text asking me to dinner. After becoming it very clear that I did not want to date him( straight up said,’ I am not very interested in dating you “), he’d is an attempt persuasion me that I was flirting with him all the time.

Oh yeah, because clearly I have no thought what my own intentions are and necessitate someone else to explain them to me.

Even after flat-out telling him,’ I am not interested in dating you ,’ he’d question’ But, like, what does that really signify ?’ Oh gee buddy, I necessitate it actually reverberates open-ended. After about a month of him trying to ask me out and me telling him,’ I AM NOT INTERESTED IN DATING YOU ,’ I told him to stop texting me and to not talk to me in class. And he did, until 3 months later. That’s when I get an essay-long text, telling me I’m perfect and’ not forgery like other girls’ and that he hates everybody but he doesn’t hate me and blah blah blah and aims the verse with ‘[ First Name Last Name ], will you do me the honour of being your lover? Or we are in a position only be friends that’s cool very .’ Because after being told,’ Do not talk to me again’ and 3 months of no contact, I’m clearly SUPER into him.

39. He immediately starts talking about how much money he makes, his life’s indulgences, his recent purchases.

Whenever I gratify a person, go on a date with him or exactly have a conversation with him and he immediately starts talking about how much money he makes, his life’s luxuries, his most recent obtains, etc. that to me, is the saddest most annoying happening that person can do and by no means the right way to impress me.

Guys acting like that tells me two things: 1) You think so ambiguous and so superficially of me, that you think that impresses me; 2) You think so little of yourself and your reputation, that you use materialistic components to try and get girls, and that is a terminated TURNOFF.

40. Librathe LION.

I was at a rail once, and a fellow tried hitting on me by questioning,’ What’s your signal ?’ After chuckling, then feeling bad( because he was completely serious ), I answered the question.

‘I’m a Libra.’

‘Ooohhhhh, the LION !’ he exclaimed.

‘No ….. the Scales ….’ I respond.

‘Ah…I’m often better at this. Sorry ,’ was his reply, as I smile and leave with my drink.

41. He told me he was a Saudi prince and offered me a million dollars to have sex with him.

I was a waitress in a restaurant. A Middle Eastern guy was just telling me he was a Saudi prince and offered me a million dollars to have sex with him. I met this is just creepy-crawly, and likely bullshit, therefore I said no.

I still sometimes be interested to know whether he was telling the truth, because honestly if he was, the answer would’ve been,’ Let’s go.’

42. A guy tried to rap for me.

A guy tried to rap for me. I have nothing against rapping and I like rap music, but it was to HIS OWN previously recorded rap that he put on his iPhone.

No music , good-for-nothing. Just him yelling into his telephone. And he didn’t even know the words !! To his own rap !!!

43. He tried to light-footed two cigarettes at once.

My SO tried to light two cigarettes at once on our second date.

The wind stopped snuffing out the kindle. With two cigarettes still in his mouth he said,’ Affecting you one flop at a time.’

His attempt to impress me didn’t work, but I thought he was cute so I remained him.

We no longer smoke.

44. I told him he was likely to go back to DC.

Told me the only intellect he hadn’t asked me out yet was because I seemed like I had a male back at home taking care of me, asked me out regardless, and when I said no, proceeded to tell me that’ if you were living in DC you’d be all over me. I get hundreds of numbers when I was in DC.’

I told him he was likely to go back to DC.

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