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hoffmansgirl · 27 days ago

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SALVATORE ━ father charlie mayhew 𒋲ㅤ͏

PART 1.・ PART 2 (coming soon)

summary. in search of understanding and compassion, y/n finds herself growing fond of her new priest and teacher, father charlie mayhew.

a/n: holyyy i'm so excited for this! it is based off a request that i can't find atm, anon u know who u are :D as always feedback is deeply appreciated & requests are open ♡

tw. blasphemy; subtle touches; slight praise?; father charlie is a teaseeeee! (basically, nothing too extreme just yet) | wc. 2862

Y/N was sitting in the schoolyard, pen moving against the page of her journal swiftly as she lost herself in the little world she created in her head. The feeling of grass on her bare legs somewhat comforting, taking off some of the stress blooming in her chest.

It was almost finals season in the catholic university she went to. Every few seconds she could hear the other girls' worried voices, discussing the importance of the finals, almost as if their lives depended on it.

Y/N leaned against the tree, deep sigh leaving her mouth as she closed her journal, fingers brushing against the cover almost lovingly. She looked around, the sun almost hiding behind the stone brick walls. A few groups of girls were scattered around the yard, girls she barely spoke to. It wasn't that they weren't kind, she just didn't feel like fraternising with any of them.

She was just... different. Slightly older than most of them, although no one besides the nuns and teachers knew that. And she wasn't really a believer. Her parents were. made her go to the church every sunday, pray every night. They did everything to make her the perfect daughter, but they failed.

It was probably a form of self defence; some kind of a protest against everything her family wanted her to be. She became a sinner. Got drunk, took drugs, smoked, and even slept with a boy or two. The last one made her parents so angry and so disappointed that they made a decision to send her to a catholic college. A catholic, girls' only college. The loneliness she felt in the place almost made her regret everything she's done in the past.

Y/N got up from the grass and straightened her skirt when the big clock on the wall struck a quarter to six. She had a mass to attend to, and it was obligatory to pass the semester.

Some of the girls looked at her when she passed, some greeted her with a smile. their souls so pure, so untouched, she almost felt jealous.

She entered the church soon after, the soft clicking of her Mary Janes against the marble floor disturbing the quietness of the temple. The smell of incense filled her nostrils, so familiar yet so distant at the same time. The church was still empty as she sat in the third row, staring down at her hands. Goosebumps covered the skin of her legs, the cold air making her shiver slightly. She folded her hands in a prayer, kneeling and focusing on the cross behind an altar.

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardship as a pathway to peace, taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is, trusting that You will make all things right if I surrender to your will, so that I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with you forever in the next", she chanted, voice quiet, eyes closing involuntarily.

She made the sign of the cross, feeling somewhat better after the short prayer. Her eyes opened, and she looked at the cross behind an altar, a small smile adoring her face. It was almost as if she could feel His presence next to her.

"I don't mean to interrupt", a low, yet soft voice came from behind her, and she was quite surprised at the fact she couldn't recognise it. Y/N turned her head, and her breath hitched at the sight of a young man in a cassock. His dark hair slicked back perfectly, and oh lord, he was so handsome, all of him. He looked more like a personal trainer of some sort than a priest. She could see his muscles even through the thick material of his gown. He walked towards her slowly, hands behind his back, pink mouth turning upwards, offering her a kind smile. "That was beautiful. It's rare to see someone so dedicated to prayer these days. Especially someone as young as you", he continued, now standing next to her as she kept wide eyes on him, his much bigger form towering over her. She cleared her throat, heart pounding in her chest. Y/N's cheeks burned as she realised he was waiting for an answer, playful glint in his eyes at the sight of her abashment.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to offend you..." the words word came out unsure, his intense gaze focused on her face, as if he was trying to memorise every detail about her. the young man nodded, meeting her eyes, and something dangerous sparked in his dark irises just for a moment. "I haven't seen you around here before".

"Of course. I should've introduced myself sooner, forgive me. I'm Father Charlie Mayhew", he clarified, the way his name rolled off his tongue made Y/N shift uncomfortably, hands shaking on her lap.

"I'm Y/N", she retorted quickly. "I'm so sorry for the directness, Father... but you are so young for a priest".

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, body finally starting to relax.

"And you seem too old to be a third year student, yet here you are", he noted playfully, sitting next to her on a wooden bench. Y/N gasped in disbelief at his sarcastic comment, the urge to laugh too strong now as she pressed her lips together in attempt to stop it.

She crossed her legs, the already short skirt riding up her thigh, and Father Charlie wasn't oblivious to that. She didn't notice the way his jaw tightened, shaky breath leaving his mouth, gaze lingering on her bare skin for a little bit too long.

"I must admit, Father", she started, leaning back against the cold wood, eyes focused on the altar, hands back on her lap in order to warm herself up. "I haven't confessed in ages. And never of my own accord", she spoke softly, the weight of her sins unbearable now, her head tilting to look at him, "And I'm not a saint. I've done a lot of things i'm not proud of. i still do", she admitted, the last sentence coming out as a whisper. She expected to see disgust in his eyes, maybe some signs of pity; yet all she found was an understanding going deeper than she would've expected. Father Charlie nodded, deep sigh leaving his mouth. He cocked his head, and Y/N couldn't help but notice the way his jaw clenched uncontrollably, the air between heavy, weird tension rising between the two.

Her eyes followed his every single move, unable to look away, mesmerised by his angelic presence.

"We are all sinners, Y/N", Father Charlie met her eyes, yet he looked absent, as if there were other things bothering him at the moment. "If you ever feel the need to talk, about anything, I will be more than happy to help. Come to me anytime", he reached for her leg, never breaking eye contact as he traced his thumb over her thigh softly. His words seemed so ambiguous, so wrong, almost blasphemous, considering his position. Yet she nodded her head politely, her gaze landing on his lips, need beginning to consume every single part of her body.

In that moment, she felt like she could trust him with her life. His presence so intimidating yet comforting, like a warm hug that she oh so desperately needed.

"I will keep that in mind. thank you, Father", Y/N pressed her thighs together, licking her lips nervously. He nodded, squeezing her thigh for the last time before standing up. Y/N shivered at the sudden coldness surrounding her, thigh burning from his soft touch. Charlie's eyes running over her form for the last time before he turned away and left.

Y/N exhaled, gripping at the edges of the pew tightly, and she swore she could hear her own heartbeat in the quietness of the church.

Lust. Yet another sin to add to the already long list. The very thing that made her parents send her to a catholic school, yet here she was, desire consuming every part of her body as she saw Father Charlie in the back of her mind, the memory of his warm hand on her thigh making her head spin. She felt pathetic at having such unholy thoughts about a freaking priest, the old version of her, the sinner, buried deep inside, beginning to set her body aflame, and it scared her.

She almost laughed hysterically at the ridiculousness of her current position as she looked at the altar again. The cross behind it almost mocking her, it's as if she could feel the disappointment of her Lord as she gazed at it blankly, the image of Father Charlie's smile appearing in her head yet again.

A few days passed, and it was as if Father Charlie vanished into thin air. It made Y/N wonder if he wasn't all an illusion, some sort of manifestation of her desires. Ever since the rather unusual encounter in the church, she hasn't seen him. His words echoed in her mind pretty often. "Come to me anytime". He had to be real. She actually contemplated reaching out to him, going into the church fifteen minutes before the mass started in hope of seeing him again.

Yet he never came. And she was disappointed; she grew fond of him, even though they only talked once. Loneliness sparked in her chest yet again, now more than ever. Yet she continued with her classes, being as perfect as ever, never letting anyone see through her. The only thing she could think of was his him, a devilishly handsome priest, whose eyes haunted her even in dreams.

When Y/N woke up that morning, sun shining through the curtains, an image of Father Charlie appeared in her mind once again. She hated herself for thinking about him so often, yet his smile seemed to be stuck in her head, his voice echoing through her head like some sort of a dreamy psalm.

It was Wednesday; which meant there was a hard day ahead of her. Bible reading classes with Sister Megan, whom she adored, very much, but her presence felt melancholic, as if she was sucking the life out of Y/N. She was so pure, as every single girl in the university, and it made her angry. Angry because she couldn't relate to any of them, angry because the only person who seemed to understand her was Father Charlie. Father Charlie who disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

She groaned at the thought of him, rubbing her eyes slowly, stretching, dramatic yawn leaving her mouth.

The air felt hot on her skin, smile appearing on her face nonetheless, eyes squinting involuntarily as she took in the weather outside the window. It was such a beautiful day, summer air making her feel better as she got up slowly, starting to get ready for the day.

It was ten past eight as she left her room, locking it before walking down the hallway to leave the residence hall, her heels clicked against the wooden floor as she walked, the silence almost suffocating, a musky smell of the antique building filling her lungs. She took a left and walked through the classroom door confidently.

"Good morning, Sister", she looked at the spot behind the teacher's desk, expecting to see Sister's Megan contagious smile, yet she was met with Father Charlie's intense gaze.

She inhaled softly at the sight of him as she stopped in the middle of the class, heart throbbing in her throat. She was mad that, once again, he looked absolutely breathtaking; not wearing a cassock this time, instead there was a black suit that cling perfectly to his muscular body. His ring glistened in the sun as he drummed his fingers against the desk, back pressed against the back of the chair comfortably, legs spread wide, almost inviting her to come in between them, and her heart throbbed with longing at the sight.

"Well, good morning, Y/N", he smiled and looked her up and down shamelessly, his gaze making her feel small as she returned his smile hesitantly.

"Cha- Father", Y/N breathed, chewing on her bottom lip, unsure what to say. He was the last person she expected to see, but she was relieved to see him. "Is Sister Megan sick?"

She walked to the front desk slowly, putting her bag down on the wood, eyes never leaving his form.

"No need to worry. Sister Megan is perfectly fine. Although I will be the one to conduct the Wednesday classes from now on", he explained, flashing his white teeth at her as he smiled. She thought that he looked really happy to see her; happiness bloomed in Y/N's chest, body starting to get warm, heat lingering in between her thighs.

"Good", she breathed a little bit too enthusiastically, the excitement obvious in her voice. "I wanted to come and see you, Father, but it seems as if you were... absent", she wet her lips, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt mindlessly, battling her eyelashes. The gesture made Charlie twitch in his seat; her faked innocence was adorable, her body and eyes betraying her true intentions right away.

"Yes, I was quite busy", he sighed, getting up abruptly. "Why did you want to see me? Did something happen?", Charlie asked, genuinely curious as he walked over to Y/N, standing right in front of her crossed legs. Her breath hitched as she looked up, meeting his gaze, tensing at the closeness.

"I...", she hesitated, "I don't know".

A lie.

He half-smiled as y/n uncrossed her legs, gripping the edges of the desk until her knuckles turned white. Her chest heaved with uneven breaths, yet she never looked away from his eyes, tension inside of her stomach ready to snap anytime now.

"Y/N...", he leaned in, "Lying is a sin".

Charlie took a step back, his gaze hardening, almost becoming demanding as he clenched his jaw.

"Luke, 8:17", his voice almost taunting as he challenged her, dangerous glint in his dark irises.

Her palms became sweaty as she chanted: "For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light".

Charlie's smile almost predatory, adoration taking over his features as he tilted his head, hand reaching out to put a strand of Y/N's hair behind her ear. The girl's eyes fluttered shut as she exhaled through her mouth, the feeling of his warm hand on her cheek so right, as if he was meant just for her.

"Smart girl", he praised, voice low and proud. He dropped his hand, backing off and she finally felt like she could breathe again. She hated herself for enjoying his touch and words so much, his position more exciting than terrifying now. Yet they both knew he shouldn't be doing this, using her submissiveness to feed his own sick fantasies, teasing her until she broke. But there was no denying the effect he had on her, panties damp from the arousal coating them, embarrassment and guilt heavy on her chest, yet the lust blooming in her stomach stronger.

The air around her felt cold, even though it was hot outside. She so desperately wanted him to touch her again, but she woke up from the trance quickly, clearing her throat as the clock struck eight thirty.

"I'm sorry, Father", her voice barely above a whisper as she fixed her hair, jumping off from the desk as she heard her classmates' hushed voices from the corridor.

Y/N sat down across from him as she lowered her gaze, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, face flushed as she tried to maintain her balance. Charlie's appearance as perfect as before as he sat back on the chair casually; disappointment bloomed in her chest at his stoic posture, thinking that it didn't affect him at all.

"You need to confess before the weight of your sins crushes you, Y/N", his voice dangerously low yet steady, spark in his dark eyes, before he greeted the other students as they walked in. Professional look on his face, the one she hasn't seen before, as he started the class, his words inaudible as she followed his every move with curious eyes.

Father Charlie was not just a priest. Something about him made her crave for him, all of him. He seemed to understand her so well, even though they barely spoke. She found comfort in his demanding yet affectionate manner, the way he praised her, touched her softly, almost as if he expected her to break if he pushed too hard. Heart filled with longing as she followed the movement of his lips, the way his silver cross necklace glistened in the sunlight. Dimples appearing on his face when he smiled at something her classmate said, dark eyes that kept on meeting her own.

So divine yet so cruel.

So tempting yet so forbidden.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 4 months ago

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Hi, Rumor! I hope you’re having a wonderful day and that your blog is a bright spot in the Royal watching world for me. After KCIII passes, whenever that time may be, what, if anything do you think will change for h&m? The Queen Mother put the kibosh on David and Wallis rather effectively after Queen Mary passed, I so want to see h&m receive their just deserts.

Everything will change for Harry and Meghan when Charles isn't here. They know that, and that's why they're pushing so hard to get the security back now. If they get their security or IPP back under King Charles, then they have a very legitimate case for it continuing under King William.

It's also why they're pushing again for reconciliation - because under a King William, Harry stops being a direct descendant (aka an immediate family member) of the sovereign and becomes part of the much larger, more irrelevant, less privileged extended family of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Yes, we can argue he's already part of that extended family unit appearance-wise, but he's still able to get an audience with Charles if he wants to, he's still invited to the once-in-a-generation royal events, and he's still being treated as royal by other countries when he travels and getting away with it -- he's still royal and he's still immediate family by Charles's inaction. All of that goes away under a King William without reconciliation or being back "in" because we know William will draw, and enforce, the line.

Say whatever you want about Harry (and we do) but he's had a very good life as the direct descendant and immediate family member of two sovereigns. He probably sees Charles's mortality now in a much different way than he has before, with the cancer diagnosis and the subtle slowing down of his schedule, and we're seeing him (under Meghan's influence, I'd bet) panic about it, but all it's doing is dig them deeper and deeper into their own grave.

#sussexes #brf

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gffa · 2 years ago

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For a girl who didn’t like strings, Selina found herself getting attached. ✦ Falling, Catching by Freezer7, dick & jason/roy, 4k The call comes in at two thirty-four am, on Dick’s first night off in three weeks. ✦ Piñata by Maximum_Quinn, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & steph & duke, 2.2k “I found… something weird today.” “Weird how?” “I was checking out that half-destroyed apartment building today, and there was, like… papier-mâché everywhere? In Robin colors.” (Duke learns about an odd tradition between the Bats and the Rogues.) ✦ Five Times Dick Was Tim’s Safety Net and One Time Tim Was Dick’s by PrinceJakeFireCake, dick & tim, 5.2k “Tim forced his gaze away from his phone, took a moment to breathe deeply, then tried to figure out the best way not to die anytime soon. For Bruce. For Alfred. For his friends. For Dick.” Dick has always been there for Tim, even before they knew each other. ✦ wet teeth, shining eyes, glimmering by a fire (who will i be tonight?) by lifetimeoflaughter, dick & jason & cast, 2.3k They’re standing on a rooftop. It’s not very high up; only about ten floors, give or take. The moon isn’t out tonight. It’s dark. It’s too dark to tell if it’s blood that’s dripping from Jason’s gloved fists. ✦ smeared with oil (like david’s boy) by call_me_steve, bruce & dick & tim & damian, de-aged!damian, 2.1k Dick’s leaning over the edge of the couch, watching a tired Bruce stare lovingly down at the baby cradled in his arms. The baby’s swaddled in soft green blankets, probably procured by Alfred at some point or another. It’s hard to believe that this is actually Damian- Damian, and his big, bright, brown eyes; his soft, baby hair; his pudgy cheeks and small fingers. Clear of a snarl and frown and, instead, reduced to soft babbles and the occasional giggle. In his chest, Dick’s heart flutters. He feels his breath stop for all of a moment- God, this kid already has him wrapped around his finger. “Can I hold him?” ✦ There in the Sudden Blackness by CamsthiSky, dick & tim & damian, 1.7k Tim and Dick argue, and at the end, Tim’s not actually sure if either of them actually won. ✦ The Mechanics of a Hug by incogneat_oh, dick & tim & damian & bruce, 4.1k “So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.” ✦ Taking Care of Business by Nokomis, dick & tim, 1.7k Tim (only somewhat reluctantly) accompanies Dick on an undercover mission at an Elvis convention. ✦ where were you when I was king in this part of town? by Cerusee, dick & jason & bruce, 4k The teen sitting next to him had mostly polished off his pork noodles, and he was eyeing Nightwing’s. Nightwing handed them over without a word. “Why,” he said, more to himself than the kid, “why, oh, why do I feel like I know you?” Because you do, came the unbidden thought. ✦ head in the clouds by Alienu, dick & jason & tim & damian, 4.7k “Hey,” Tim says out of the blue. “Has anyone ever noticed that Damian has, like, weirdly sharp canines?” Dick makes a face. “What?” he asks. Then seems to think about it a little more, and says, “Oh, I mean… kind of? I don’t really pay attention to his teeth.” He turns to Damian. “Robin, let me see your teeth.” The kid growls. “I’m not afraid to bite you, Nightwing.” “Furry,” Jason coughs. Damian throws a batarang at him. ✦ A little more heart and soul by ruesyblues, dick & jason & damian, 2k What do you do when the brother you raised and loved and left now seems to be withdrawing and you want the best for him but you’re not sure if you did the right thing and oh fuck what if you made a mistake?? (Dick wants Damian to be happy. He just has no clue how to accomplish that.) ✦ To Reconcile by CasualDanger, dick & jason, 2.4k “Babs slapped me at your funeral.” Jason goes to laugh, but it’s just a cough and his mouth barely even twitches up. “She hated me in that moment. I mean, really, really hated me, like I did Talia after I found out Damian had died. And I wondered,” his voice cracks, eyes glassy now, “did you hate anyone when I was gone? Because I was gone?” ✦ damian clone triplets!!! by drakefeathers, dick & bruce & damian, 2.1k Bruce finds and rescues three baby Damian clones~!!! babies~!! ✦ fear toxin (◡‿◡✿) by drakefeathers, dick & bruce & jason & tim & cass & steph & damian & alfred, 3.6k six drabbles about batkids crying and screaming after being dosed with scarecrow’s fear gas~ (⊙‿⊙✿) ✦ Two Birds, One Stone(d) by MichaBerry, tim(/kon) & bruce & dick & jason & alfred, 5.8k After a drugs bust gone sideways, Tim is a very high little bird. Cue shenanigans and family bonding. BATFAM FIC RECS - I WILL DIE ON THE HILL THAT TIM DRAKE’S TRUE LOVE INTEREST IS CONNER KENT AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME, NOT EVEN GOD: ✦ Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once, tim/kon & damian/jon & dick & jason & bruce & cast, nsfw, 22.4k Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And- Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t- BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR: ✦ Hard Truths and Other Realities by CKBookish, dick & bruce & jason & clark & wally & cast, 113.6k wip Clark shifted his weight making the floorboards creak and groan under his feet. “Dick I hate to see you–” He paused searching for the right word. Dick snorted. “Wallow?” Clark sighed. “That’s not what I was going to say.” “I know. I can go to the barn and hang out there if I’m bothering you and Lois.” Dick pushed himself up. Of course he should have thought of that. Lois didn’t want some random teen laying around her home on Christmas Eve. ✦ You Won’t Wake Up Alone by DawnsEternalLight, dick & bruce & damian & jason & tim, 5.2k Dick’s captured and drugged and probably about to die. The last thing he wants to do is die in front of his family, especially not his baby brothers, all he wants is to be with Bruce and feel safe again. ✦ The Robin Manual by lurkinglurkerwholurks, dick & bruce & damian, 2.3k Bad days were nothing new. Most of the time, he could feel them coming the way a swimmer could feel the approach of something huge beneath the surface of the water. The pressure would start to build, tugging at him like undertow by the shore, and it was always a gamble to see how long he could tarry before the pull yanked him under. ✦ the world is ending and i’m still numb by Arwriter, dick & bruce & jason & tim & alfred & cass & stephanie & damian & barbara & duke & cast, rape aftermath/read the tags, 20.7k She’s gone, and he’s home, but Dick doesn’t know how to move on. He isn’t alone, but that doesn’t mean he knows how to ask for help. ✦ Up High by CamsthiSky, dick & damian, ~1k “Grayson, what are you doing up here?” Dick shrugs, a sad smile pulling at his lips. He’d stopped asking that when his feet first started to take him up here years ago. “I like the view.” ✦ here comes the rain again by pocketofsky, dick & jason & tim & damian, rape aftermath/read the tags, 14.1k Dick doesn’t patrol when it rains. Not since Blüdhaven. And everyone knows that, but they don’t know why. Or: Dick slowly but surely confronts his trauma. Now featuring: a train, pain, and a lot of rain. ✦ Happy Little Bluebirds Fly Beyond the Rainbow (Why Oh Why Can’t I) by honeycombclaire, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & cass, 26.9k After being subjected to the Mad Hatter’s dream machine, Dick gets stuck in a dream world where he finally has everything he wants. His parents are alive, his family is together, and he still gets to be Nightwing. Everything is perfect. Using the machine, the Bats invade Dick’s mind to bring him back. They don’t expect to find out just how much Dick has been hurting. ✦ Maybe, just maybe, he should call Bruce…Nah. by memearchive, dick & bruce & jason & tim, rape aftermath/read the tags, 5.8k “Yeah, 34 deaths, 35 including Blockbuster, is a lot. Yeah, his home and everything he owns is gone. Yeah, his safehouses and everything in those are all ash, too. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he gets it- but he’s dealt with loss before, and maybe 34 is a bit high, and maybe he could have stopped Tarantula, but he’s never been like this before. Not even after his parents’ deaths, and that’s a terrifying thought. Was this really the thing that broke him?” ✦ right through my walls by wingdingery, dick & bruce & barbara & jason & alfred, 6.6k Sure, yes, Bruce and Jason attacked Dick and left him injured—but they were under the effects of fear toxin, so it wasn’t really them. Dick’s gone enough rounds with fear toxin to understand that. He’s perfectly fine with what happened. Now if only the rest of the family would believe him. ✦ gray by iselsis, dick & bruce, 1k Grief demands to be felt, but Dick doesn’t have to be alone. ✦ How Far Love Goes by BeatriceEagle, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & barbara, comics violence as child abuse/read the tags, 99.5k Plenty of family reunions end in fighting. Not that many end in explosions. A mass Arkham breakout brings all of Bruce’s children home, and with them, all the drama, secrets, and anger they’ve been keeping for years. Amidst rising tensions and a mysterious new threat in Gotham, the family has to work together to round up the rogues—and confront their feelings about each other. BATFAM FIC RECS - THROW BABY DICK AT BATTISON, C'MON DO IT, IT’LL BE HILARIOUS: ✦ romanticize a quiet life by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred, 3.7k it’s parent teacher conference day for battinson and his robin ✦ when i call you come home by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred & jim, 3.2k ummm battinson and his robin and angst and hurt/comfort idk how to summarize this one so you just have to trust me ✦ Dark by Cant_Smoke_Eggs, dick & bruce & alfred, 1.9k aka Baby Dickie thinks Bruce is a Vampire. Bruce thinks he’s figured out he’s Batman. Misunderstandings and Identity reveals ensue. ✦ Just Two Dads Having a Chat by red_jaebyrd, dick & bruce & clark & kon, 1.5k “I’m not giving you an interview, Kent.” “You always say that, and I always tell you that I’m not here for an interview,” Kent laughed, not at all bothered by Bruce’s aloofness. “We’re just two dads at soccer practice having a chat.” ✦ I Don’t Think Like I Should by shipNslash, jim & barbara & dick & bruce & cast, 13.2k Featuring unmasking vigilantes as a father-daughter bonding activity, awkward small talk between two dads (both at crime scenes and PTA meetings), and Babs and Dick’s natural progression from classmates to besties in the name of chaos. This is a direct sequel to I’m a Good Pretender but can be read as a stand alone.

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years ago

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mary's song (oh my my my) , quinn hughes

note, this fic is part of the "taylor's version" series, but all the pieces in that series are stand alone. a side note, i might use the whole song or just a quote for the fic. i also might not use the entire verse. just depends. sorry if that's confusing. feel free to ask questions. another note, okay i haven't touched this series in literally a year, but i will try to write it more. i'm still excited about it and want to write it! so, i'm starting out with a popular player so you all get excited lol pair, quinn hughes x reader summary, a fic based on "mary's song (oh my my my)" from taylor swift's debut taylor swift album. warnings, none :) word count, 2494 words

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she said, "i was seven and you were nine" i looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky, the pretty lights and our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said, "oh my, my, my"

You lived right down from the Hughes family. Your parents were good friends so you spent lots of time with their family growing up. So, growing up you, your brother, and the Hughes boys would have tons of playdates and would go to the park together.

Growing up so closely with them, little Y/N did develop a crush on her neighbor Quinn. Everyone around you, all the adults, could tell. Kids weren't exactly subtle with their feelings.

One summer night, you were all in your backyard, post-barbeque. All the adults were sitting in lawn chairs, watching the five of you play. Well, it was more like Quinn, Jack, and your older brother Y/B/N, were playing and you were sitting in the grass watching all of them while baby Luke was asleep in his mom's lap.

They were trying to play a game of hockey, but the numbers weren't even. No one wanted to be goalie, so it was just one on one on one, "This would've been easier if you'd play, Y/N." Your brother pointed out.

"Leave her alone," Quinn spoke up in your honor.

"Yeah." You butted in, glaring at your brother.

Your dad chuckled as he watched you watch Quinn's every move, "What?" Your mom asked.

"Y/N. She's always watching Quinn." Jim and Ellen looked over and saw you watching Quinn.

"Can you imagine if those two ever got together?" Jim joked, sharing a laugh with your dad.

"That'll be the day." Your dad clinked his beer with Jim. Your mom and Ellen shared a look, before rolling their eyes and shaking their heads.

take me back to the house in the backyard tree said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me you never did, you never did take me back when our world was one block wide i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried just two kids, you and i oh my, my, my, my

"Come on," Quinn called after you. He knocked on your door one day after school and told you to follow after him. So, you did. You ran as fast as your legs could take you, but you still couldn't keep up with him.

"Come on, you're so slow." Quinn groaned, slowing down for a second, "If you don't run any faster, I'm gonna beat you up." You couldn't tell if he was joking, so you stopped running.

"Y/N, what're you doing?"

"You said you were gonna beat me up." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Cause you're moving too slow." He whined, "I wasn't actually going to beat you up. I was just joking."

"Well, it wasn't funny." You started running again alongside him before you finally made it to the treehouse in the Hughes's backyard.

You and Quinn finally made it to the tree and looked up at the treehouse then looked back to each other, "You go first." You pushed him up in front of the ladder.

"No, you." He grabbed your arm and shoved you towards the ladder.

"You." You managed to get your arm back and push him back in front of the ladder. He finally cracked and began climbing up the ladder. Once he was halfway up, you began your descent up.

Once you were both up, you sat down on the ground together, "So, why did you bring me up here?"

"Just wanted to hang out." He shrugged, "We always hang out with Jack and Y/B/N. It's never just the two of us."

"Well, what do you want to do?" You asked, posing a good question.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's not fun when it's just the two of us." You frowned.

"Then we'll just have to think of really good truth or dares," Quinn stated.

"Fine." You crossed your arms, "I dare you to..." You pursed your lips as you thought about it, "... kiss me."

"Kiss you?" Quinn repeated.

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Well..." Quinn hesitated, "Okay." He shrugged and leaned in, lips pursed. When you realize he was serious, you quickly stood up and climbed down the ladder of the treehouse as quickly as you could.

"Y/N? What the heck?" Quinn called down.

"I have to go!" You shouted, running all the way home and shutting the door loudly when you got home.

i was sixteen when suddenly i wasn't that little girl you used to see but your eyes still shined like pretty lights and our daddies used to joke about the two of us they never believed we'd really fall in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said, "oh my, my, my"

Somewhere in between the playfights, childish dares, and first days of school, the five of you grew up. Your brother and Quinn had graduated the year previous and were getting ready for college.

Y/B/N, being the responsible older brother, was in charge of driving you to school. So, on the morning of the first day of school, you both walked out to the car.

"Hey, Y/N, Y/B/N!" Ellen hollered, "Why don't we get a picture of all five of you together?"

"Mom," Jack whined.

"Just one photo," Ellen reassured. You all got into position and smiled, "All right, see, you're all done." She turned off the camera, "All right you three, have a great day." She kissed both her kid's heads before hugging both you and your brother.

"Bye, Q." You waved.

"Bye, Y/N/N." He waved back.

"So, what're you gonna do with all your spare time now?" Ellen asked, watching as the four of you drove off.

"Probably sulk 'cause Y/N's not gonna be around." Jim joked.

"Shut up." Quinn tried to hide his laugh as he made his way back inside the house.

"Y/N and Quinn, sittin' in a tree." Jim teased, following Quinn inside the house.

You smiled to yourself as one of the little girls in your neighborhood chased a boy around the yard, "Proposition for you." You jumped when you heard Quinn and quickly turned around to find him joining you at the picnic table.

"All right." You nodded.

"You go on a date with me."

"Oh, yeah? And what do I get in return?"

"An awesome free dinner paid for by me." He flashed you a smile.

You pretended to ponder it and think about it, "I guess that sounds nice."

"You guess?" Quinn balked.

"I guess." You shrugged watching his reaction shift from excited to confused, "I'm kidding." You then watched him break out into a nervous laugh.

"Oh, cool." He tried to play it off as if he wasn't freaking out inside.

Your parents were, once again, sitting in lawn chairs, watching you and Quinn awkwardly flirt, "Our babies are growing up." Your mom spoke dramatically.

"All grown up." Ellen nodded.

"Never thought he had in him, I gotta admit." Both your dad's kept talking and laughing about how you and Quinn were finally getting together.

take me back to the creek beds we turned up 2 a.m. riding in your truck and all i need is you next to me take me back to the time we had our very first fight the slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight you stayed outside till the morning light oh my, my, my, my

When Quinn would come back from school, he would always come over in the early hours of the morning and he would whisk you away to the place you had designated as your spot.

"Shooting star." You pointed up to the sky. You were both laying on the hood of his car, looking up at the sky. You looked over at him, only to find that he wasn't looking up at the sky but at you, "Why aren't you looking at the sky."

"Cause you're my whole world." Your heart soured and turned your head to the side so he wouldn't see the shy smile making its way onto your face.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Quinn Hughes." You leaned into him. He only hummed, pressing a kiss to your head as you continued to look up at the sky.

You had little spats before, tiny disagreements here and there, but your first fight, it was something you never wanted to experience again.

"Are you serious right now?" You spat.

"I just don't get why you're making such a big thing out of this." Quinn shrugged.

"Quinn, this is big. I was gonna introduce you to all my friends and you just didn't show up."

"I'm sorry, I just lost track of time." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"Quinn..."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything!" You shouted, "I want you to give me a better explanation than you just forgot."

"It's the truth!" He raised his voice.

You scoffed, "I'm done." You raised your hands in surrender.

"What do you mean "you're done"?" Quinn asked.

"I mean I'm tired. We're going in circles and getting nowhere, so I'm gonna go home." You rubbed your eyes and headed for the door, "We can talk in the morning."

He stared at you, silent as he tried to figure out what he was gonna say next, but when no words came out, you walked out the door.

The next morning, you woke up and didn't want to move," Good morning." Your mother knocked before entering.

You groaned, turning away from her and trying to go back to sleep, "Before you fall back asleep, just thought you'd want to know there's someone waiting for you on the porch."

You quirked a brow before pushing the covers off and making your way out to the porch of your house where Quinn was laying, asleep, a couple blankets thrown across him.

You stared at him frozen, "He was here all night."

"How do you know?"

"Heard someone on the porch last night, came out this morning, and saw him." Your mom explained before closing the door and giving you both some privacy.

You sat down on the step next to him and just watched him for a second before gently waking him up, "Q." You whispered, shaking him gently.

He moved, rubbing his eyes, before opening them and locking eyes with you, "Hey." He yawned.

"Hi." You smiled, "Heard you were here all night."

"Yeah." He stretched a little before sitting up and giving you all his attention, "I didn't really like the way things ended last night."

"Me either." You sighed.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I really did lose track of time, and by the time i realized what time it was, the dinner was over, and I know it's a sucky excuse, but it's the truth."

"I might've been a little harsh. There's another get-together in like a week..."

"I'll be there." He cut you off with a firm nod of his head.

"I know you will." You smiled, reaching over and squeezing his hand.

a few years had gone and come around we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee

After you had graduated from college, you moved up to Vancouver with Quinn and got a job at a hospital. You both got into a nice comfortable routine.

During the break, you went home to visit family and celebrate the holidays. Before you could even breathe, you were both wrapped in a million hugs by both sets of parents.

"It's nice to see you too, Mom." You chuckled, hugging her.

"How's work? Tell me all about it." You were whisked off to the kitchen table where Ellen quickly followed and you were soon immersed in a deep conversation about all the gossip you had missed while you were gone.

After dinner, everyone retreated to their own spaces so you and Quinn headed out to the treehouse that was somehow still standing in the Hughes' backyard.

"I can't believe this is still standing." You laughed as you climbed to the top.

You laid back and looked up at the stars, "We used to come up here all the time, remember?"

"How could I forget? We'd come up here and you'd tell me all those crazy facts about the solar system."

"I knew you probably didn't understand anything I was saying, but you being there, it was sweet." You leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Listen, I have a proposition." You smiled.

"All right." You nodded.

"Marry me." He stated.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened in shock, "Are you serious?"

"So serious." He nodded, pulling out a ring box from his pocket and popping it open.

"Quinn Hughes..." You couldn't find the words you were so speechless.

"What do you say? You and me forever?"

"God, of course. Is that even a question?" You tackled him in a hug, "You're crazy." You laughed, letting him slip the ring on your finger.

take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle our whole town came and our mamas cried you said, "i do", and i did too

Quinn felt like he was going to explode with nerves, "Dude, calm down." He looked out into the crowd and literally everyone you knew was there. Every grandparent, aunt, uncle, former coaches, current coaches, teammates, former teammates, everyone.

"This is worse than my first game." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"You're gonna be fine." Jack reassured, flattening his tie, "Just breathe." He took another deep breath, "There you go."

"All right." He shook off his nerves the best he could and stood straight at the front. The music started and the doors opened. The bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in, then everyone stood.

He felt his breathing hitch as he saw you walk in. You smiled at him and every nerve in his body, he felt it disappear instantly. You met him at the altar, and kissed your dad on the cheek, watched him shake Quinn's hand, then handed your bouquet off to your maid of honor.

The reception felt like it went by too quickly, "Do you Quinn Hughes take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?"

"I do." Quinn nodded.

"And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Quinn Hughes to be your husband?" You could hear both your mothers' crying and being comforted by your fathers.

"I do." You nodded.

"Then by the power vested in me, you may now kiss." You couldn't help the smile on your face when you both leaned in for the first kiss. You linked hands as you made your way back down the aisle, big smiles on both of your faces.

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joanofexys · 5 months ago

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here is your reason to talk about emeryk wesninski 👉👈

Emeryk Wesninski my beloved (not really. I also forgot he existed and debated killing him dead again instead of confronting my embarrassing ocs)

If it isn’t obvious he’s intended to be Neil’s brother, which I’m probably gonna skirt around as much as possible due to my own shame lmao

Emeryk Wesninski:

25 years old

he/him

queer idk he’s not gonna sit there long enough to slap a word on it

played striker

was supposed to start on the Ravens lineup with Emiko their freshman year

dropped the sport for academic and familial pursuits (also cause he was not about to major in fucking business)

We’re gonna pretend I know why the hell I decided having an Em (Moriyama) and Em (Wesninski) was a good idea cause I did create them at the same time but honestly? fuck if I know.

Pretending I can do math I think there’s a six year gap between Neil and Emeryk. Or at least it’s around there. So when Mary and Neil went on the run Emeryk was 16 years old and pretty deeply involved in his father’s business. Not that he enjoyed it. He and Mary knew there was a far smaller chance of success survival with three of them instead of two and Neil had the better chance. So he told her to just him and go, with only a little resentment.

Emeryk escapes some of the worst parts of his father’s work through a series of deals with the Moriyama’s, specifically Ichirou. He and Ichirou aren’t far apart in age and now he of course wonders what the hell was doing, but he would rather have indebted himself to Ichirou over Kengo. And he knew one day Ichirou would be in charge, he just didn’t expect it to be quite so soon.

So instead of getting sucked in deeper (to the Wesninski’s business at least), he’s able to somewhat save himself. He enrolls in Edgar Allan University at 18 and doesn’t sign a contract to play with the Ravens. Despite it he and Emiko still become friends and he has some, albeit limited, interaction with Kevin, Riko, and Jean.

He studies criminal justice and goes on to study law. All of it, of course, being put towards working for the Moriyama’s. But at least he’s not actively killing people.

He spends a lot of his time covering up any tracks Mary and Neil leave behind. Whenever he can find them, he knows that means someone else will, and he does his best to remove any sort of paper trail or hint to their existence. Even if it’s just confusing Nathan’s men. Anything that gives them enough time to create a new identity and move.

He’s not exactly happy about it but he does feel like it’s part of what he agreed to years ago. So he lets the resentment build and does it anyway.

And when Neil shows up at Palmetto, seemingly not even trying to be subtle, he is so fucking pissed. Everything’s undone. He can run his mouth and mess things up as much as he wants but he knows it’s only a matter of time.

By the time Baltimore occurs Emeryk is so far removed from the Wesninski’s and so deeply involved with the Moriyama’s that he doesn’t even see it coming. At least not fast enough. When Stuart reaches out to him he reluctantly agrees to work with the FBI, temporarily, to find Nathan.

That’s the first time Neil and Emeryk see each other in years. Emeryk’s pretty sure Neil doesn’t remember half of it, blacked out from pain. And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to stick around to visit him in the hospital. He gets out of there with the intent of talking to the least amount of cops he can.

He forms a bit of a relationship with Neil after that. Mostly “don’t talk to cops”, “seriously get a fucking lawyer”, “have you considered not running your damn mouth?”, and the like. But ultimately he doesn’t give a shit what Neil gets up to. Not his business (though he can’t help but keep a worried eye on him to make sure he’s not getting into too much trouble. He spent too long doing it to stop. And if it has the added benefit of seeing his brother happy and healthy, somewhere he can call home, no one else to needs to know)

While Emeryk didn’t wind up a full blown serial killer he’s still a worse person than like Emiko. He’s very much out to save his own skin. He’ll always go with his best chance of survival. For now that lies with the Moriyama’s. But if a better opportunity ever presented itself he’d take it in a heartbeat.

And idk that’s just a little bit about Em (Wesninski) who I made 4-ish years ago and forgot about until now

#I need to stop digging through my old shit and finding these guys it’s embarrassing #asks #tisaqslur #my ocs #oc: emeryk wesninski #fine since i’m not killing him off again he gets a tag

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timetodiverge · 11 months ago

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TL:DR: a brief treatise on learning to love Ahsoka for the gifts it gave us, rather than its shortcomings

Reasons why I struggled to like Ahsoka on first watch:

-my Rebels-fan brain constantly chanting WHERE IS EZRA WHERE IS EZRA WHERE IS EZRA; every episode that ended without him had me screaming

-the portrayal of Ezra as some noble war hero/wise Jedi instead of the little shit devious street urchin thief who, after four seasons of growth, pain, and temptation to turn darkside, turned into an IGnoble war hero with the potential to become a wise Jedi

-the show's habit of far-too-casually dropping facts that emotionally wrecked Rebels fans (ALL the Wrens died on Mandalore?? Could we maybe explore that a bit?? Dave do you remember when you had Sabine collapse into what she thought were her mother's ashes, and the depth of her relief when she realised her family was still alive and she still had a chance to make things right with them?? DO YOU???)

-the show's refusal to recap/reference insanely important events from Rebels and The Clone Wars (Mortis Gods, Trials of the Darksaber, Vader v Ahsoka and Ezra rescuing her via the World Between Worlds, Ahsoka's entire existence, etc) that would have made Ahsoka, Sabine, & Hera's importance in the larger Star Wars universe much more comprehendible for non-Rebels & TCW fans

-watching Sabine, who only ever wanted to be a valued, equal member of a family & team, and who was already incredibly skilled (art/warfare/mechanics), belittling and limiting herself trying to play the part of Jedi Padawan

-the wasted potential of show that could have truly explored how non-Jedi&Sith engage with the whole spectrum of the Force (e.g. other force users such as Nightsisters, loth wolves, purrgil, and non-force-sensative people such as Sabine), instead ultimately championing the light-dark binary and the traditions of the Jedi order (which many of us have little respect for) such as the Master-Apprentice relationship

Reasons why I now adore Ahsoka and would defend it to the death:

-the breath-taking care, love, and attention the production team put into every tiny detail (the sets, the costumes, props, the MUSIC, the background art, the ships and weapons, my god the detail!!)

-the shameless centring of diverse, layered female characters and the exquisite, subtle performances of Mary Elizabeth Winstead & Genevieve O'Reilly

-a mature exploration of how traumatic events e.g. wars may technically "end", but don't end for everyone: Ahsoka and Sabine are still traumatised ex-child soldiers mourning people they desperately loved but had complex & unresolved issues with; Hera still has zero boundaries between being a soldier and her personal life. And this PTSD has very real consequences to the narrative

-the show ultimately resisting the urge to choose a plot-twist Ezra reveal (e.g. turns out Thrawn and Ezra are now buddies/Ezra is the new big bad/Ezra was Marrok), which may have been more interesting but would have deprived us of the wholesome Ezra reveal we actually wanted

-Eman Esfandi giving us the most successful animation-to-live-action transition since Katee Sackhoff's Bo-Katan, and being so perfect in his mannerisms and behaviour that it was almost worth the wait (and looking so much like Ezra's father in Rebels!!)

(...unless you include Chopper, whose transition was actually 120% perfect)

-ultimately refreshing and levelling-up the potential for mature and diverse Star Wars narratives, like Andor did, but instead of leaning away from SW tropes and traditions like Andor, digging deeper into SW tropes and history, and linking non-mainstream-SW-elements such as the Nightsisters of Dathomir, the Mortis Gods, the World Between Worlds, and the existence of other galaxies

#we interrupt our normal schedule of shitposting to bring you this brief moment of seriousness #ahsoka #star wars rebels #sabine wren #ezra bridger #the clone wars #star wars #ahsoka tano #star wars discussion

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dlsintegration · 1 year ago

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Using @iwtvfanevents's a meal to remember event as an opportunity to celebrate some of the sickos beautiful authors in this fandom 🧡 here's a list of some of my favourite recommendations, all of them Louis-centric and/or involving louis in a major fashion.

I will also be adding a song that I associate to each of them!!

🐺Leslou🐑

canon/semi-canon compliant

Pour (E) by baberainbow / @baberainbowao3: Kicking this list off with one of my all times favorite, manages to capture their voices perfectly. You'll never go wrong with one of babe's fics, they're all canon in my head 🧡

song: holy terrain - fka twigs

Glass (E) by baberainbow / @baberainbowao3: Melting just thinking about this one. I can never be free of them.

Pieta (E) by baberainbow / @baberainbowao3: Gabrielle gives lestat something he needs and gives louis something he didnt know he needed 🧡 Gabrielle is so kind 🧡

song: let go - tinashe

song: mary magdalene - fka twigs

Tides (E) by @nlbv: Tides my best friend. had to stare at my ceiling for at least 10 minutes after that one and it doesn't lose its impact no matter how much I come back to it. Masterful grasp on both louis and lestat's characterization and the toxicity that permeates their relationship.

song: tear you apart - she wants revenge

Roadkill (E) by @baberainbowao3 and @nlbv: TELL THE AVENGERS TO PACK IT THE FUCK UP. This is the most ambitious crossover of our generation. Roadkill my wife my beloved my soulmate. Read it so many times i've managed to convince myself it was canon. and it is. What is a family meant for if not for going to the circus, commiting horrifying acts of violence and making plans for the future 🧡

song: savage good boy - japanese breakfast

someone buy me roses (E) by indigostohelit: Perfect dialogue, impeccably true to their characters, illustrates louis' religious hangups and repression in a subtle funny and intimate way.

song: save a prayer - duran duran

Amour Rouge (E) by revengefrnnk: Louis exploring femininity. Big big fan of putting that man in lingerie personally. 10/10 certified s1 deleted scene to me.

song: blood and butter - caroline polachek

AUs

Reformation (E) by verseau / @greedydemands (MODERN AU): The sacred texts. We all remember where we were. 10/10 will make you go through the full range of existing human emotions. I laughed. I cried, a number of times. I sweat, I danced. I got... a shot, I ate and... I had many epiphanies.

song: heaven - shygirl / be sweet - japanese breakfast

hold me tight, & fear me not (E) by boltcutters / @wordforworldisforest (TAM LIN AU): Me when I find a beautiful fairytale book in the evil yaoi section. Read if you love beautiful writing and if you want to find out what happens to lost little lambs that stray from the path.

song: i cant breathe - gwsn

Part of Your World (E) by weathermood / @weather-mood (LITTLE MERMAID AU): I never know where to start when praising POYW, from how real and alive the world feels to the sense of tragedy permeating Louis and Lestat's entire relationship, to how much it's made me miss the sea. Oh and also the monsterfucking ❤️

song: like real people do - hozier / sea, swallow me - cocteau twins

House of Gold (E) by dirtygoldensoul / @revolution-starter : I don't usually read A/B/O fics but I love this one so much, for many reasons, the main one being how bad the family dynamics get me... Can't recommend it enough 🧡

song: work song - hozier

Like a Heathen clung to the Homily (E) by @thelioncourts (SEX CLUB AU): One of my favorite insights into Louis' internality and his lingering religious trauma, and how it still affects him, chapter 4 almost made me cry... Can't wait to see where it goes next.

song: after dark - mister kitty

🥀Loumand🎭

canon/semi-canon compliant

dirges (E) by boltcutters / @wordforworldisforest: Can't make my way into loumand territory without mentioning my beautiful wife dirges. Ziska if you read this know that you will be dealt with shortly. Loumand bed death allegation hours: CLOSED FOREVER.

song: posing in bondage - japanese breakfast

Alluvium (E) by serpenstkirts / @knifeeater: The best way I can describe Laïs' fics and how they make me feel would be to liken the experience to drowning into a lake and being grateful for the dark water filling your lungs. This fic is about eroticized latex gloves and finger sucking btw.

song: only seeing god when i come - sega bodega

vanishing point (E) by serpentskirts / @knifeeater: Motorcycle sex as religious experience. Day 67 of my campaign to get Laïs in that writing room.

song: sunset - caroline polachek / nascar - stella smyth

Selfsame (E) by @vampdf: 70s LOUMAND CRUISING ERA MY BELOVED. Number 1 on the list of the crimes Eli has to answer for. 1000/10. Died five separate times reading this. Rolin look at me. Rolin dont listen to AMC. You need this in s2. It is crucial that we get this. Louis deserves it.

song: a pill to crush - evelyn / sulk - tr/st

Prey Drive (E) by The_Lame_Goat / @iwtvdramacd18: Speaking of loumand's 70s insane bdsm practices 💔💔💔 s2 script just leaked. Is your eternal vampire marriage hitting a rough spot? Try our newest predator/prey large-scale roleplay!

song: lullaby - the cure / on the run - kelela

Mark Deep (E) by The_Lame_Goat / @iwtvdramacd18: Goat you have my blood on your hands. No added commentary needed actually. The damage this fic has done to me is irreversible. Read if you want some more quality t4t loumand insanity.

song: pang - caroline polachek

Rumpelstiltskin (E) by weathermood / @weather-mood: Most normal loumand roleplay night. Louis wakes up in a tower. I literally refuse to say anything else until you all read it for yourself and go through the sheer range of emotions I've went through when first reading it. #Their princess/captor slay is real and alive and thriving. This fic is also part of the NMHMRGPINE (No Matter How Much Rashid Gets Paid It's Not Enough) verse btw.

who is she ? - i monster / big bad wolf - shakey graves

AUs

the night island (E) by @vampdf (MAFIA AU): I don't know much but I know Armand was made to be a mob boss and Louis was made to be a mob wife. One of the most insanity-inducing byproducts of the career dom s2 teaser Armand scene(tm).

song: bitch bites dog - cecile believe

🚬Armand/Louis/Daniel📚

thy fearful symmetry (E) by mothmaiden: 70s era. One of the flrst iwtv fics I ever read. Never left my mind since. Delicious dynamics between the three of them, got me gasping and covering my mouth many times. Can't recommend enough.

song: soul control - jessie ware

Little Kidnaps in the Dark (E) by @gayvampiredivorce : The damage little kidnaps has wrought on my crops, my mental health, my friends and family can NOT be overstated. Masterful interpretation of the evolution of their relationship and dynamics through the haze of vampiric existence. Anne could never have done this.

song: when the sun hits - slowdive

Lethe series (T/E) by serpentskirts / @knifeeater: Quite simply one of my favorite series not only in that tag but in general. Every sentence Laïs writes pulls me into a dark void that I hope I'm never getting out of.

song: hopedrunk everasking - caroline polachek

🖤Lestat/Louis/Armand/Daniel💀

Good to Love / Ruthless in Love (M) by themasterletters / @brightfelon (MODERN AU): Reading Toni's fics makes me feel like im a teen again, waiting anxiously for updates and calling up all my friends to scream and , am in love with all of Toni's readings of the characters but his Louis truly gets me. That fic doesn't only live rent free in my head it's also led me places I wouldnt go to with a gun. I have seen the best minds of my generation led to madness by toni's loumand. btw.

song: career boy - dorian electra / genghis khan - miike snow

Lestat/Louis/Armand

A Potentiality for Corruption (E) by @vampdf: The thing is. I can't talk about Eli's fics without talking about Potentiality. However. Talking about Potentiality also happens to send me into a state of delirious hysterics. Daphne Du Maurier found dead in a ditch. Charlotte Brontë shaking and crying. Guillermo Del Toro found jobless. There's a new Gothic classic in town.

song: ptolemaea - ethel cain

#sigh. this post is so long.#and i didnt even put everything!!!#iwtvfanevents #a meal to remember #fanfic #iwtv fanfic #iwtv #loustat #loumand

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samwinchesterslostshoe · 5 months ago

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Part three

This story is based on the tv show Band of Brothers, and the fictional portrayal of the actors playing the characters in the show.

Kenyon.

He watched in agony as the blood pooled up in the corners of Jackson mouth, turning his scream into a horrible gurling sound. In the soft glow of Eugene’s lighter, he could just about make out the faces of his friends. It was a scene straight out a painting, the crying soldiers, the screaming POW’s, their hopeless and tear stained faces. Jesus, he wasn’t even old enough to by a beer. And he would never be. Eugene Jackson died that night, hit by fragments of his own grenade on a stretcher in a dank basement somewhere in France. Marie had held his hand tightly, whispering how he would be okay, that he would live and soon would be back home again with his family again. She knew of course, that was a lie. The whole room had turned deadly quiet. Even the Germans didn’t dare to break it. The war was close to being over and for the second time today Marie had to watch someone pass in her care. All just to capture two privates, who so far carried absolutely no useful information with them.

Just as soon as Marie had come, she left. grabbing onto the two wooden handles of the stretcher along with Doc Roe and Johnny Martin to carry Jacksons body back to the aid station. Outside the gunfire and shelling was still raging on. She turned and looked shot him a quick glance. Her head held high and her back straight. Nonetheless, he could see the subtle signs of distress, of the distraught woman he had seen earlier today. She leaned over towards Eugene, whispering something inaudible in his ear. He gave her a quick nod and gestured towards Martin to take over the other end of the stretcher.

He watched her walk over towards the soaking wet and still shivering Skinny standing in the corner while Gene and Martin carried the covered body up the basement stairs. The noise in the room returned as sudden as a wave. He looked over towards to two captured Germans, who had continued their quarrel with lieutenant Jones. Seeing as the situation seemed to have calmed down a bit, he made the decision to join Marie.

“We don’t want another soldier catching pneumonia do we, one is more than enough,” Marie said half-jokingly to Skinny. On his was over, he picked a dusty blanket of the floor. He tapped Marie on the shoulder and handed it over to her while he gave her a slight comforting smile. She returned his smile with a light nod and wrapped the green woolen blanket tightly around Skinny’s shoulders.

“You just keep warm and dry,” she ordered him while stroking a wet strand of hair out of his face. “As soon as you start coughing or feeling unwell, be sure to stop by at the aid station or notify Doc Roe.” A slight feeling of jealousy crept over him as he watched a smirk appear on Skinny’s face. That feeling only enhanced as Marie turned around and Sisk gave him a cocky wink, proceeding to cough loudly.

She turned around to face him, rolling her eyes at the still loudly coughing Skinny.

“Hey,” she said soothingly. “How are you holding up?”

He swallowed and clenched his jaw; the adrenalin was wearing off and a sudden burst of emotion smacked him right in the face.

“Yeah fine, I’m okay.”

Her browns furrowed deeply, and she gave him a puzzled expression.

“Truly. I’m fine,” he nodded. Trying to ignore the lump appearing in his throat ‘’Are you?”

She to nodded, looking off to the side. To be honest, Marie was probably off way worse than he was. She looked like she had just seen hell. When you’re taking care of others all the time, sometimes you forget to take care of yourself. That’s all she needed, someone to take care of her. And he desperately wished to be that person.

“Come on,” he urged. “I want to show you something.”

He quickly scanned around the room to make sure there were no prying eyes on them. He took her slender hand in his and let her up the stairs out of the basement up to the top floor.

Breathing in the fresh air instantly brought a sense of calm and relief.

He fumbled around in his pocket in search for a lighter, bringing it to her lips while cupping his hands around the cigarette to shield it from the cold February air. A few clicks and a bright flame lit up the paper tip with a loud crackle, causing a sigh of relief to fall from her lips. With every drag she took a small glow lit up her face for just a mere second. He would look and patiently wait for the next inhale to take in the soft contours of her face. Just now he noticed the small parallel scars etched into the side of her cheek. Had they always been there? He pulled another cigarette out of the carton and lit it while patiently waiting for her to break the silence. If only he could tell her how he really felt. He had been waiting for the right moment, thinking of what to say ever since they first met those many months ago. That right time however never seemed to come. Had he waited too long? Will it soon be too late?

He flicked away the bud of his cigarette over the balcony rails and lit up a second. Taking a long drag and watching the smoke circle into the night sky as he blew out. The barrage had seized. Across the river now lay only the carcasses of buildings, thick gray smoke still circling from its ruins.

Marie fiddled nervously with the bud of her cigarette. “David?” she finally asked.

He answered her with a soft Hmm and discreetly stepped closer towards her spot by the wooden railing. Just inched apart, standing shoulder to shoulder leaned over the balcony rails.

“Earlier today- or yesterday, you asked me about how I came to be in my position here with you guys,” she spoke. Through clenched teeth. ” It’s all gone Webb. The farm, my dad. They took everything from me.”

A sharp stab of pure guilt shot him right in the chest. Back then he hadn’t had a chance to properly meet her family. But hey seemed like good faithful people who did everything they could to help those in need. He fought the urge to hold her. Tell her its all okay, but that wouldn’t do her any good. So, he staid quiet and let her talk.

“The killing didn’t end after Patton’s army left Webb. The worst part is I wasn’t even home when it happened. I was just going to pick up some mail in town, just a quick milk run that’s all it was supposed to be. It wasn’t until I was on my bike heading home when I saw the smoke. I don’t know how; I truly don’t. But somehow, they found out about us taking in fugitives. Not even fugitives, friends, neighbors, hell family even. Someone must have told those damn Germans because when I came home, I found my mom broke down crying in the kitchen. They took dad along with all the others to be sent to so called work camps. They ransacked and tore down the house in the process. Even burned down the barn, just for the hell of it.mAnd I am sure if I had been home, they would have taken me to. Sometimes I wish they did.”

“Jesus,” he whispered.

“I have absolutely nothing left David,” she said in a quivering voice. “You- this company. It’s all I have now.”

Not being able to find the right words to say, he just took her slender hand in his and gave it a gently squeeze. They stayed like that for a good while until finally she broke silence.

“Earlier today you told me about a letter you had written me,” she said quietly. “The letter,” she asked. “May I read it?”

While the question startled him, his hand quickly reached for the sealed envelope hidden in the lining of his jacket. He had carried it with him every single day ever since he wrote it all those months ago when arriving in the hospital. He had asked one of the nursed to sneak him an envelope from the mail clerk. Probably having taken pity in him, he had woken the next morning to find a small white envelope hidden under his pillow.

“I have it on me actually,” he huffed. “Are you sure you want to read it now?”

“If you will allow me?”

He took the letter out of his coat and pressed it firmly into her hands.

It was beautiful white envelope with a small stamp in the top right corner. On the front stood in neat and elegantly written letters the name “Marie.” To be completely honest, he wasn’t even sure what he had written anymore exactly. He had sealed the letter and never dared to open it again. Never really intending of ever being able to give it to her, he had stored it away safely and tried to forget about it. That was until the moment he found her again.

She stared at the letter hesitatingly before finally opening the envelope. Very slowly, very carefully, as to not damage the letter inside and keep the writing on the envelope intact, she tore away at the paper.

He didn’t remember being this nervous in a long while, not even for the dangerous patrol he had just come from. He silently watched her unfold the yellowed letter, her eyes scanning the page as her lips pressed firmly together into a tight line. His breath came quicker, his pulse picking up pace as she stood silently, taking in his written thoughts. After un unbearably long time, just as he was to speak up, she folded up the paper, putting it back into the envelope.

She stood and stared at the envelope, stroking her thumb over the black ink letters of her name.

“Did you really mean all of that?” she asked him, her head still held down.

“I did- I still do,” he spoke confidently.

He dared to lean forward, taking her chin between his thumb and index, tilting her head up towards him to look her straight in the eyes. A small tear rolled down her cheek. Using his thumb, he very gently wiped away the tear of her stained check.

She huffed and smiled gently, her gaze drifting of to the side and back to him once more.

It was now or never. Gathering all the confidence he had in him, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He had almost forgotten how wonderful it was. Despite the tobacco, blood, and mud, she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. His very own personal drug.

He closed his eyes and wrapped one hand around the small of her back to pull her in even closer. A small hand found its way to his hair, grabbing tightly onto his curls. It drove him absolute mad. He could have stayed like this for hours and hours, and he would have if she didn’t slowly pulled away. For the first time today, she bore a wide, genuine smile.

Marie.

The slow rocking up and down of the truck made it almost impossible not to fall asleep. Behind her, they town of Hagenau slowly disappeared out of side, the ruins of buildings slowly but surely growing smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a faint dot on the horizon. It had been here home for almost a month. But now, her home was with her company and the men sitting right next to her. David had pulled out a copy of A three grows in Brooklyn (One of the books she had taken from home and lent to him.) and was making its way through the first few chapters. she gave in to the sudden wave of fatigue and discreetly leaned into him and let her head rest onto his shoulder. Listening to the steady rise and fall of his breath. Through her eyelashes, she could just make out Lieb shooting her a lobsided smirk. Through half open eyes, she looked at the rest of the men sitting in the truck. Her new friends and family. She closed her eyes and prayed they would all make it out of this war alive. She tried to think of what life would be after all of this was finally over. Would she return home, finish nursing school, stay with the army, and would she ever see David again? Her thoughts ran its course, slowly becoming muddled and foggy, until finally she drifted of to a long and peaceful sleep.

(Thnx you to all who are still following along with this fic! It truly means the world to me to see people actually reading my work, and enjoying it?!?! Part 4, the final chapter, will be up before the end of this month 💜)

#band of brothers #hbo war #david webster #david webster fanfic #Denouement

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jaina solo is mary sue

What an interesting assertion to leave in my inbox! Especially because without context it’s not entirely clear whether that’s meant to be a question (do I think Jaina Solo is a Mary Sue?) or a challenge (e.g. “Jaina Solo is a Mary Sue, prove me wrong”).

And, assuming we conclude this statement is true, is that supposed to be a bad thing? If Jaina is a Mary Sue, am I not allowed to like her as a character? Or is she supposed to be my guilty pleasure or something if I do like her? (I don’t really have guilty pleasures, anyway, I prefer just to have pleasures.) I do have lots of thoughts, so thank you in advance, dear Anon, for the ask and the opportunity to share them.

At this point I will freely admit that I have not read a ton of Jaina Solo stuff in Legends. A lot of Wookieepedia articles and fics in which she appears, yes, a lot of the actual books in which she appears, no. I do have a version of the character that I put into my Sequel Trilogy fix-it fic series, but she has some significant differences from her Legends canon counterpart (a couple big ones being that her turned-to-the-Dark-Side brother isn’t her twin, and she’s the younger sister by quite a lot).

However, being around the fandom one does glean some general opinions, so I’ll take a shot at talking about “Jaina Solo is a Mary Sue.” Buckle up, I’m going to be very wordy here.

I really recommend the @thisweekinfandomhistory podcast episode they did on the concept of “the Mary Sue” — it’s a great rundown of where the concept came from, how it evolved over time, how it has affected fanfiction writing as well as mainstream characters in books, TV, and film, and some of the not-so-subtle ways it’s been used to police how we write or how we enjoy femme-presenting characters. The general concept of the Mary Sue is of a (almost always female) character who is sort of a blatant self-insert, where they have all kinds of amazing skills or powers, and are so attractive that everyone is in love with them or wants to be their friend, and they’re friends with all the main characters, and the story sort of starts being about how awesome they are, they saved the day and everyone clapped. The idea is that writing a Mary Sue into your story makes your story terrible and boring and they’re just a flat character who sucks. I think.

So — Jaina Solo. In Legends canon she is:

Strongly connected to main characters we know and love (eldest child and only daughter of Han Solo and Leia Organa and niece of Luke Skywalker)

Extremely strong in the Force and a Jedi with the crazy Skywalker-brand Force lineage

An incredible pilot and very mechanically savvy as well (also probably helped out by the whole extremely-Force-sensitive thing as well as having at least two incredible pilots in the family)

Able to speak Shryiiwook (makes sense given that Chewie is her father’s best friend, has a life debt to her father, and is pretty much part of the family)

Very attractive (some combo of her mother’s and her father’s good looks, probably more so Leia’s)

Everyone is in love with her (there is an ongoing war among various love interests, including Jagged Fel, Zekk, and Kyp Durron, plus Ta’Chume once tried to marry her off to Isolder when his wife (also the mother of Jaina’s close friend Tenel Ka) was still alive and very much still married to him)

Super-special because of her twin bond with Jacen and being the Sword of the Jedi and having the Vong think she was their trickster goddess

Okay, so there could be some ingredients here that point to Mary Sue for Jaina, particularly the “she’s extremely skilled and the best at all these things” and “everyone is fighting over her affections” business. I would argue the fight of Jaina’s love interests is less about Jaina and more about the fact that in the era many of those books were written, apparently the only way they knew to give women conflict was to a) have them fight with other women (this is a problem they gave Leia a lot too) or b) have them worry about which man they should choose. Or the typical back and forth among authors who had competing love interests and wanted theirs to win. (Side note: Jaina and Tenel Ka should have gotten together at least for a while. Or Jaina should have pulled a Kelly Taylor from 90210 and said “I choose me.”)

Here’s the thing about Jaina having mad skills at multiple things, though. As you can see from most of the bullets above, her skills aren’t just out of the blue so someone could make an overpowered self-insert character. There are solid reasons for those skills. And why do we hear so much about her adventures and her skills? Well, the book series in which adolescent/adult Jaina appears are called Young Jedi Knights and The New Jedi Order. If she’s one of the titular Young Jedi Knights, or a member of the New Jedi Order, she’s one of the beings the book is about! And honestly, however you feel about those series, you’re gonna have a bad time if the whole New Jedi Order series is about Jedi who have no skills and always lose and suck.

Hey, you know who else has a lot of skills and is an excellent pilot and does crazy bonkers things with the Force and often comes and saves the day and has lots of love interests in Legends? Luke Skywalker. Is Luke a Mary Sue? (Well, he’s a man. Being a Mary Sue is apparently reserved for women. So I guess not.)

I don’t think Jaina is a Mary Sue, but let’s say she is and go back to my earlier point: so what?

Women are not exactly featured in the Star Wars universe. My girl Leia is a main character, but there are more women dancing for a Hutt in Return of the Jedi than actually have speaking lines in the original trilogy. (The minuscule number of humans of color in the Star Wars universe is a whole other issue, so blatant that SNL once did a skit about it featuring Lando.)

Maybe we get to have a female character who is beautiful and smart, crazy powerful in the Force, a kickass Jedi, an ace pilot with more kills at nineteen than several of the Rogues put together, who brings all the boys to the yard. (And probably plenty of beings of other genders, let’s be real.) Who is Han Solo and Leia Organa’s beloved daughter, Luke Skywalker’s beloved niece, Chewbacca’s beloved family, Jacen and Anakin’s beloved sister, Mara Jade’s beloved niece and Jedi apprentice, friend to many. Who struggles with her identity and her purpose, who grieves, who grapples with the Dark Side, who worries about winning peace for the galaxy but ending up alone in her life. Maybe I want to read about and write her adventures — which could, yes, include which being she ends up with romantically. Maybe I put a little of myself in there, or a lot of myself, or what I’d want to be if I had even half the talents she has and lived in the Star Wars universe.

Maybe we get to have a kickass Organa-Solo daughter with a purple lightsaber, as a treat. And maybe we get to have as many treats as we want.

TL;DR: “jaina solo is a mary sue” 1. No, she isn’t. 2. Maybe she is, and maybe that’s okay. Great, even.

Congratulations if you waded through this whole thing, Anon, and thank you for the very intriguing ask!

#ask lajulie #jaina solo #Star Wars #star wars thoughts #thank you for the ask!#no really this was interesting and fun #are they a mary sue?#no and also so what

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cubedmango · 9 months ago

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hi!! i just wanted to let you know that i started reading cherry magic in july last year after seeing the anime announced on toyota-sensei's twitter! i couldn't even rlly translate the announcement myself without the help of google translate LMAO but her illustration of them looked so sweet i had to snoop around. more than half a year later. i am no longer normal and my brain is fully rotted over and i think of those two nearly every waking moment!! your art, along with so many others feeds me and your translations are So Appreciated thank you for doing gods work. i usually don't get super involved in fandom or w/e other than consuming fanart or fics so the fact i find myself actually drawing them is so new to me...idk cherry magic really is so refreshing and it's just nice as an adult to see a mature relationship between two working adults. there are callbacks to childhood or childlike behaviors or interests sprinkled throughout the manga's dialogue and i always appreciated how they weren't seen as embarrassing or immature to embrace or learn from as an adult, but encouraged or seen as a valuable part of balancing work, life, and love. idk it's def one of the more subtle and less expanded upon parts of it but i love how adachi's and kurosawa's love of manga, though seen as a children's activity (from how kurosawa thought people saw it) was actually one of their first mutual hobbies. it's also interesting to see how many things about kurosawa's psyche are remnants of ideas probably for a lack of better wording, were taught to him from an early age. his self-image, how he tries to uphold certain societal standards, etc etc. im glad he found refuge in adachi that way. im sorry for rambling for so long but i've just been thinking about these two so much ldks

anon pls u never have to apologize for rambling abt my fav guys of all time, u should actually talk w me about them more i want to hear ur thoughts !! the eng speaking fandom isnt that big (or at least i dont get to interact w a lot of ppl personally) but its fun making art and doing the translations for my blorbos so im happy other ppl enjoy it too 🥺

and yess everything u said abt the childlike/immature stuff krdc enjoy like the fact that their interest in manga and stuff is never made fun of or anything (which would be ironic anyway since theyre In a manga themselves fdkjskf) but actually one of the things that gets them closer is So good augh?? (also spoilers for the radio drama if u havent seen it yet, but to me one of the best changes they made was changing the port scenes setting to an anime con instead like Yeah!! theyre little nerd guys of course theyd attend a con!!!! that plus how they both like watching animated movies and playing games too like its a very specific thing to Me but that relatability w stuff i do myself makes them both feel a lot more human? if that makes sense)

also w kurosawas whole deal its Definitely a longterm thing hes had for a while, and in canon its mostly been his friendships/relationships that affected him (probs the most clear in ch45 my beloved) but from the way the meeting w his parents went theres for sure a lot of parental/family pressure involved too?? this is going into hc territory but i have like a whole Thing brewing in my head about kurosawas and maris relations w their parents and how that affected their self image and all growing up too and i rlly wanna make stuff for it someday (idk if anyone would be interested but id probably do it regardless so fkdjksjfk)

#the full idea actually is for a whole mari spinoff as like a fic or smth bc i care her immensely . but that is ambitious even for me lol #i have Thoughts about these siblings though like their issues intrigue me so bad. so much wrong w them i need to pick apart #and similarly w adachi being a child of divorce like! thats got to have influenced him right. i Have To Know #i think about these charas a normal amount as u can tell 👍#my answer

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 1 year ago

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CW: Parental Abuse and Toxic Masculinity

Marlene didn't know what was going on. She saw her classmates whispering and running outside the classroom. But Marlene wasn't a curious person. Okay, she was, but she tried not to be an idiot as her classmates who ran to see the news.

"What do you think is going on?"

But Mary wasn't subtle about it. She loved gossip and she had to know everything that was going on.

"Maybe two girls fighting for a bloke" Marlene tutted.

Marlene didn't know why she suddenly wanted to watch that and she shook her thoughts away because she was not a stupid horny boy. She didn't know if she liked girls yet. She liked one girl. She liked Dorcas.

"Oh! Maybe is another declaration of love" Lily smiled "Remember what Gerard did for Vicky last week?"

"That was hilarious" Mary giggled.

"I would die if someone does something like that for me" Marlene shivered.

"It's romantic! You wouldn't say the same if it were Sirius Black doing it" Mary teased.

Marlene didn't know how to tell her friends that the kiss she gave Sirius at the party didn't mean anything. That she actually did it to erase the confusing feelings she was having for Dorcas. But she had been an idiot. She didn't like Sirius like that.

"What is going in on between you and him?" Lily asked curiously.

"What do you mean?" Marlene wished she wasn't blushing.

"You snogged at the party" Mary said as if it was clear.

"And?"

"And??" Mary insisted. Lily was smiling.

Marlene felt awful. She should've told them the truth. They were her best friends after all.

Marlene liked joking and teasing Sirius. Sirius did the same to her. But that was all. They were just good friends. But people didn't understand that.

But before she could speak, Edgar, the king of gossip, came towards them.

"It's Sirius and his dad" he said "The man is screaming at him in front of the whole school"

They didn't need to hear more. They immediately ran towards the commotion.

"YOU ARE EMBARRASSING ME AND YOUR FAMILY, SIRIUS. I AM REALLY ASHAMED THAT YOU SCHOOL CALLED ME HERE FOR YOUR STUPID DECISIONS AGAIN"

Marlene and the girls got there in time to see Orion Black yelling furiously at Sirius. There was a large group of students gathered to watch the scene. Marlene felt sick. Morbid wankers. But yet she was also there.

"YOU NEED TO START BEHAVING LIKE A MAN, SIRIUS. NOT LIKE A FREAKING CHILD"

The worst part was that Sirius had blood on his nose. His father had probably hit him before they got there.

But Sirius was more embarrassed that his father was making a scene in front of everyone.

"Please father..."

"WHAT WAS THAT? SPEAK LOUDER!! NOT LIKE A FUCKING PUSSY"

"Please!" Sirius said louder "Can we talk about this somewhere else?"

There were no teachers around to stop this. James wanted to do something. But Lily touched his arm to stop him. Orion Black was so furious that he was capable of hurting others. Everyone else was too scared to do anything.

"Oh... you are embarrassed now, ha? You are embarrassed with your friends? You should have thought that before pulling this little mischief of yours!"

Marlene saw Sirius clenching his fists. He was visibly shaking.

"Say something, you fucking twat!!! APOLOGIZE!"

Sirius murmured something under his breath.

"SPEAK UP, YOU FUCKING SISSY!"

"I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF YOU HUMILIATING ME ALL THE TIME!!"

Sirius didn't only yell but he also pushed his father.

Orion went red of fury and he raised his hand to do something else. That's when Marlene panicked. Lily gasped next to her.

Before Marlene could think about it, she walked over them.

"There you are, my caramel cone. I was looking for you everywhere, baby!"

Marlene hugged Sirius. She was aware of everyone looking at her. But at least Orion had stopped before doing anything else.

Sirius was confused. But now that Marlene had started it, she had to continue.

"Oh hello, Mr. B" Marlene smiled at Orion "What are you doing here? What's going on?"

"I am sorry, who are you?" Orion asked impatiently.

"I am Marlene" she grabbed Sirius' arm "Sirius' girlfriend"

Marlene was conscious of the murmurs around everyone present.

Orion was amused, he raised an eyebrow at Marlene.

"Is that so?"

"You didn't tell your father about us, cupcake?"

"Amm..." Sirius was too shocked to respond.

"No, he didn't tell me" Orion crossed his arms

"Oh, he is so silly" Marlene chuckled "It's okay, the relationship is new.... Nice to meet you, sir. I am Marlene McKinnon"

She shook Orion's hand.

"Marcus McKinnon's girl?" Orion asked.

"Yeah"

Marlene wasn't surprised that her father knew Mr. Black. He was a famous rugby player after all.

Orion nodded.

"Nice to meet you, darling. I am glad my son has a pretty girlfriend like you"

Marlene faked a smile. She was disgusted to be called pretty by such an awful man.

Orion was still angry to had been interrupted. But he did his best to hide it.

"I better go and talk to Dumbledore, then"

He walked towards Sirius and he flinched. But he didn't hit him. He just gave him a hug.

"All I do is for your own good, son. You know that, right?" Orion said "It's okay" he patted his cheek "We'll talk about your punishment later" he faked a laugh.

Then he whispered on Sirius' ear. But since Marlene was near, she could hear him clearly.

"Don't you feel shameful that your little girlfriend saved you? You're such a coward, Sirius"

Orion let him go, he adjusted his suit and he walked away.

Sirius was still shaking in anger. All eyes on him. Marlene felt sorry for him. Nobody dared to say anything.

It was James who finally spoke.

"Hey Sirius..."

But Sirius ran away. He went in the same direction his father left. It seemed like he was going to confront him even more.

Marlene followed shorty.

"Sirius, wait..." Marlene said as she tried to keep up with him. Sirius didn't stop "What are you going to do?"

"It is none of your business, McKinnon..." Sirius sounded furious, with a lot of adrenaline.

"Are you going to confront him?" Marlene asked "That's stupid"

Sirius didn't listen. Marlene ran to grab his arm.

"Sirius!"

"Leave me alone!" Sirius yelled at her "What the fuck was that? My girlfriend? I wasn't aware of us dating!"

"It was the first thing I could think off!" Marlene yelled back "I needed to stop him"

Sirius snorted and shook his head "I thought you were into girls..."

"I am!" Marlene yelled, but then she whispered "I think I am..."

At least that was what Marlene told Sirius after their kiss and how it could never work between them.

"If you wanted me so badly you should've told me not medle between my father and me like that!"

"Well I was just trying to help you, you absolute wanker! Excuse me for caring! Jesus Freaking Christ!" Marlene tutted.

Sirius looked calmer. His breathing was slowing down. But he looked sad. He looked really sad.

"The whole school is going to think we are dating" he added more calmed.

Marlene shrugged.

"Dorcas is going to think that. Didn't you fancy her?"

Marlene pursed her lips.

"She doesn't feel the same anyway" Marlene whispered.

Sirius didn't say anything. But he was impatient. He began pacing and rubbing his hair.

"I am not a coward. I am not afraid of him" he said "I am going to go there and..."

"Get into a fight with your father?" Marlene asked "What for?"

"I am going to show him he cannot humiliate me, Marlene!" Sirius snapped "He needs to know I am not afraid of him!"

Marlene shook her head.

"I knew you didn't have a brain but I didn't know you could be so stupid, Sirius"

Sirius looked at her curiosly.

"Don't respond violence with violence, you freaking tosser. There are more intelligent ways to get back at him"

"Like what?"

"I don't know..." Marlene shrugged "Like dating a lesbian for instance"

Sirius' expression changed. He smiled and then he laughed. Marlene joined him.

"You are so annoying, you freaking cow"

"Dickhead!"

"Bloody witch!"

"Prick"

"Cunt!" Sirius smiled

"Whinny asshole!"

"God! Stop being obsessed with me"

"Please" Marlene chuckled "As if I care about you and your tiny dick"

Sirius' smile became funny. And his eyes filled with tears. He was about to cry.

Marlene's heart broke and she pulled Sirius in for a hug.

Sirius started sobbing on Marlene's shoulder and she realized it was the first time she had ever seen him cry. Five years of knowing him and not actually seeing Sirius as a person with feelings and problems. He had a horrible dad.

Marlene thought this was what friends experienced with each other. And she quite liked being Sirius' friend.

It was nice knowing this side of Sirius.

"Please don't tell anyone about this" Sirius begged.

Marlene didn't know what he meant. Their conversation? The fact that they weren't in a relationship? Or that he was crying?

But Marlene didn't ask. She kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, don't worry, wanker" she said "I promise"

#Since that day they became closer #The best friends #i love their friendship #This is pre Dorlene and Pre Wolfstar #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #platonic blackinnon

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📚April 2024 Book Review (Part 2/3)📚

Lots of "first" this month: there are so many classic authors I had never read before! But they were all really enjoyable, it is another good batch.

Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett

To save her family's pub, Polly Perks has to find her brother, a Missing in Action soldier of the Borogravian army. She disguises herself as a man and enlist in the army under the name Oliver. A brilliant idea she might not have been the only one to have.

This one I was impatient to read, the concept was such a classic of fantasy novel that I had high hopes Terry Pratchett would make something awesome out of it.

I love the characters in every Discworld novel but this one especially: all the soldiers have different reasons to be here but they all stay together and care for one another. And I love the clown car effect of "surely this one isn't a woman too!" I couldn't get enough of it.

The story in itself is a bit blury in my memory, sorry. It's probably because I listen to the audiobook and I sometimes lose sight of the plot, on top of it being 5 months behind me. I remember most of all the Nuggan's ever expanding list of Abominations (religious taboos which includes the color blue, people under 3ft tall and sneezing) and the question of The Duchess (deified ruler of Borogravia) being alive or dead.

The message of the novel isn't subtle but if you need to be told that war is bad, religious bigotry and jingoism are bad and misogyny is bad you might be beyond subtlety. I love that Terry Pratchett is definite in his position, razor-like in his satire but always entertaining and funny. Fantasy is a political tool and he proves it everytime.

And (because I am still a fangirl inside) I had my little Vimes cameo as the cherry on top. 10/10 no notes.

Murder at the Vicarage (L'affaire Protheroe) by Agatha Christie

The Colonel Propheroe is widely disliked in the village of St Mary Mead, even his wife is cheating on him. So when he is found shot dead and with a strange half written note, there is no shortage of suspects, not even the Vicar with his very unkind words a few hours before. Miss Jane Marple, the Vicarage's neighbour, decides to solve the mystery.

My first Miss Marple novel! I have absolutely no reading order, this is a bit disjointed so I thought it was my first Christie but I remembered that technically I read And Then They Were None some time ago, it just completely slipped my mind. At that point I hadn't read any Hercule Poirot either so I was quite fresh to Christie's writing and ready for the challenge.

I made the questionable decision to read her novels in french because I wanted to give myself the best chance to solve the mystery. I thought reading in my native language would be easier. Well, apparently the most common translation is old and really not that great so I might rethink that! But for the foreseeable future (at least september) I will have read them in french. And completely failed at solving the crimes but that's another issue.

I don't want to say too much about the plot because that's the whole point of a whodunit but Agatha Christie always has the art of making an asshole the victim of the murder and you still want to know who did it just for the thrill of the chase.

But what I love with Christie is her detectives. The characters are usually quite flat and archetypal, but Poirot and Marple are a delight. Where Hercule Poirot is well established and respected in his craft, Miss Marple is just the nosy neighbour with a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. The narrator is just so done with her putting her nose in this case which makes it even funnier. I love Miss Marple so much, I want to be her when I grow up.

I was absolutely lost in all the clues, so I did not deduce any part of the revelation but even if I had I would not have seen the murdered coming, I was floored. Everything is there, you know it is, and the culprit still takes you by surprise. Great job Mrs Christie, you did it again.

I, Robot (Robots #1) by Isaac Asimov

In the 2050's Dr. Susan Calvin, famous robopsychologist, answer a reporter's interview and tells him several stories about robot intelligence and their interaction with humans.

Asimov is a legend in SciFi so it was a prerequisite in my discovery of the genre. I read very few short stories anthology so I was a scared I wouldn't enjoy it but as always good books prove me wrong.

I don't remember all the short stories, the one who stuck to me are Robbie, Reason and Catch that Rabbit! but they were all good. Some more compelling than others (Catch the Rabbit! stayed in my memory because I STILL don't understand it) but I'll try to give an overall review rather than story by story.

The play on the Three Laws is at the heart of almost all of them: either it is a source of conflict or it helps in the resolution but it is endlessly creative.

Susan Calvin is an interesting character: a woman, pioneer in her field, a respected authority and she represents a more serious and scientific approach. The stories in which she appears are very murder mystery-like: there is a problem, some set of rules; how do you use the rules to solve the problem? Boom, done.

On the other hand you have the more comicsl stories with my goats: Mike Donovan and Gregory Powell! They approach each assignment as if it was some punishment in a hell design specifically for them (mood) and their first step to solving any problem is always to complain about it and bucket with the other. They are such and old couple together, please give me 10 more shorts stories with Donovan and Powell!

House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski

While rummaging in a dead man's appartment, Johnny Truant found a stack of paper, disorganised, written on scraps of paper, some half destroyed. Johnny will lose himself trying to organise the notes, which turn out to be an essay on a documentary film called The Navidson Record. In this film Navidson, a famous photographer, records the exploration of the house he moved in with his family and the strange dark hallway that appeared in the living room.

I've heard about House of Leaves A LOT and had no idea what it was about, I thought it was some dark academia novel and since Fourth Wimg I am weary of social media's popular book rec. A booktube account I follow talked about it and although its reviews was very lukewarm, I was intrigued. The dedication sets the tone: "this is not for you" and that finished piquing my curiosity.

I loved the actual House on Ash Lane subplot the most: it's the heart of the book, the most mysterious and the spookiest. I loved the mise en abyme, and how it saltoed back to be a book in the book's universe. The academic paper language and scientific description of the events contrast with the uncomprehensible nature of the house and the format growing more and more indecipherable as the exploration of the house progresses. It was creepy, I felt pulled in the story, I deeply enjoyed that.

I was more lukewarm toward Johnny's subplot. Watching him slowly lost himself in Zampano's work and lose his grip with reality was chilling but there came a moment where I was lost in references. It was mostly the part with her mother where you can't say what is dementia and what is real. Some theories online are interesting but some or batshit insane and made sense of a small element of the book at the expense of all the rest. At least the Labyrinth under the house doesn't make sense in a somewhat linear matter. I can deal with linear nonsense. The fact that some part of the book (some of his mother's letters and poems) are still undecyphered (That's not just a matter of turning the book upside down) was just frustrating to me: there's content here and I just can't read it? Why?

I read it while oscillating from the french paperback (there's no way you can read it on an e-reader) and a pdf of the original I found in the subreddit for the book. Sadly there's a lot that's lost in translation but also some translating choice I am still pulling my hair about. (September 19, 1988, in which the words aren't translated literally, the name of Parisian streets and landmark aren't the same... either they were throwing things at the wall trying to see what sticks (unlikely) or they knew something us reader don't...)

Overall it is an interesting book, I understand the craze. However I am not obsessed enough to spend much of my free time trying to decypher it. I lurk sometimes in the subreddit trying to see if someone came up with an interesting theory but not much more.

#book review #bookblr #books #terry pratchett #discworld #monstrous regiment #agatha christie #murder at the vicarage #murder mystery #i robot #isaac asimov #sci fi #house of leaves #mark z danielewski #miss marple

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dizzyoatman · 9 months ago

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squidbeak splatoon poker night: the video game

i came up with this idea 30 mins ago i need to inform the internet of this

you play as Neo 3 and this event was organized by cuttlefish to "bring the team closer together for future missions." The REAL reason is that cuttlefish was bored as fuck and thought it would be really fun

Captain A.K.A. Agent 3: Competent and has a very very very subtle tell but dosent bluff too often.

Agent 4: Isn't actually there (they had finals the next day) BUT they do call Marie sometimes when thier parents arent paying attention

Agent 8: Is not playing and vibing with Acht (ill get to them later)

Neo 3: who you play as

Cuttlefish: Cracked. Hes an old man playing poker im not quite sure what you expected. Probably won a few tourtaments and plays recreationally. Suprisingly, he only has the second best AI at the table...

Callie: Surprisingly good. Shes played against cuttlefish many many times so shes picked up on his tells and also learned a few tricks over the years

Marie: A rival to Cuttlefish, 3rd best AI at the table easily. Snarky as all hell and generally fun to play with. One big problem with her though: Sometimes when Agent 4 calls, 4 asks for her hand and shes just. Says her whole ass hand. Out loud. And then asks for advice. Sometimes Callie elbows her if shes still in the game but everyone else is frantically memorizing her hand.

Pearl: Never played before today. Goes about as well as you would expect. Cheers on Marin a lot when she gets out. She does not know what a Full House is and thinks its like go fish so every time she won the pot she would shout "FULL HOUSE!!" And everyone would be really confused

Marina: There because Pearls there. Shes doing her best. She at least knows how the game is played but shes waaay too nervous to bluff.

Acht: Here because 8 invited her because 8 didnt know anyone else besides the weird old man playing poker and she didnt really wanna 3rd wheel Pearlina. Acht is the dealer because she had a stint in whatever the splatoon equivalent lent of vegas once while she was taking an extended leave from school. She's actually pretty good but just never plays. Marina is very surprised to see her, but happy nonetheless.

also acht in formal wear seems like such a vibe

Shiver: She is there to WIN. She dosent give two shits about team bonding or whatever, she just wants to rub it in this old geezer's face. Teamed up with Frye to keep Big Man away from the Squid Sisters. Middle of the pack AI but has really obvious tells. Warms up a little after losing to both other members of Deep Cut. Cheats in early rounds. Acht notices she marked the cards the whole time, but instead of calling her out she quietly gets a new deck between rounds just to fuck with her.

Frye: Fawns over Off The Hook the entire time and Shiver gets kinda annoyed. Slightly better than shiver with less obvious tells. Folds hands very angrily.

Big Man: Remember when I said Cuttlefish was only second best? Meet the REAL king. Gambling is in his BLOOD. How do you think the Manta Family Clan rose to power? Kraken racing. They would illegally give some of the krakens swim speed up in splatoon 1 days before it was banned. His family is all CONS and CHEATS. So it's no wonder Big Man is a sweep. The only other person who can really challenge him is Cuttlefish, and thats part of the reason cuttle organized this whole event (Cuttlefish only lost his tournaments to members of the Manta Clan). Cuttlefish and Big Man are throwing so much trash talk around the whole time. If he wins the pot he dosent split it, despite Shiver and Frye's protesting, because the Squid Sisters cuss out Shiver and Frye and they just sigh dejectedly and apologize.

anyways thats all nintendo hire me

#Splatoon #splatoon 3

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lazuliquetzal · 2 years ago

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4, 5, and 6! :) <--- asks good questions because I love you

I ASK YOU NICE QUESTIONS ALL THE TIME

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

“Besides,” his dad continues, “even with Misaki and Mari, we’ll need a grandson from you to carry on the Narumiya name, huh?” "Don't worry about that,” Mei tells him, more even than he feels. “There will be lots of people naming their children after me once I'm the greatest pitcher in Japan.”

Okay, so this is from Disappearance, which is a fic about aromantic anxiety, and honestly--making Mei aroace just blew his character WIDE open for me. He's usually characterized as this very flamboyant, almost happy-go-lucky asshole? But honestly when I was reading Daiya no Ace Act 1, idk, I just kind of felt this simmering, very controlled anger in him. Everything we know about him is through the eyes of a rival character so that probably biases the lens, but he's just so ambitious, and the ONLY time I ever felt any real vulnerability from him was when he was stressed about sucking at baseball.

But anyway. This detail. Part of my Asian American Aromantic Asexual experience was processing the shame of never continuing the family line lmao. And I imagine, as the ONLY son in a family within a patriarchal culture, that guilt is probably amplified, especially if your dad has this weird insistence on passing on the family name. It's a really queer fear, and a really aromantic fear.

So for Mei, part of what fuels his ambition to be the best pitcher in Japan is this sense that: this is the ONLY way I can give my dad what he wants, this is the ONLY way I can give him a legacy to be proud of. It's not his entire ambition, but it's part of it. I have feelings about Narumiya Mei.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]?

"Hey, what the fuck is up with the fight scene in That One Time That Dink Dinked Up?"

GLAD YOU ASKED.

There's this concept in musicals (I think Howard Ashman coined it?) and I'm paraphrasing horribly, but it's something like: when the characters get too emotional to speak, that's when they burst into song. Anyway, I've been trying to treat fight scenes as songs in musicals. A lot of writing advice regarding fight scenes is about the actual prose itself (which is great, and I definitely need it) but I also think it's important to lay the plot-emotion-etc groundwork for a fight scene.

In the rough draft, Dink and Time had a really horribly melodramatic conversation, and it was just Too Much. So I went back and turned it into a fight scene, which was MUCH better. Dink, internally, is fighting the idea that he's an unloveable piece of villain trash, and for him, Time represents the ideal heroic father figure he doesn't deserve! So he tries to kill him, or be killed by him. And Time is like, "no don't hate urself ur so funny haha".

In this household, we love turning the ideological conflict between two character's viewpoints into a literal conflict between those two characters!

6. What's one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn't get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

LKDJFAKLADJFADS OKAY THIS IS SO SUBTLE AND VERY VERY STUPID, BUT--

I establish in DotF that Sky needs sleep because he gets mean when he's sleep-deprived.

Anyway, the reason why "giving Legend a laxative, spilling ink on his bag, and invading his privacy" is his first and only plan upon hearing of Baby Time's ocarina hunt is that he hasn't been sleeping properly due to having dozens of nightmares about Legend's rotting corpse.

#asks #yellowocaballero #THANKS MEG you're much nicer to me than i am to you aldkfjakdf #dawn of the fourth lu #yes my writing is stupid yes i put a ton of thought into it #disappearance of narumiya mei #lazuli talks

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cosette141 · 1 year ago

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Lost and Found | OUAT fanfic | Chapter 14 (end)

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Author: cosette141

Words: 80k | (this chapter) 5k

Summary: (Begin Again sequel) Emma had felt lost nearly her whole life, and Killian had lost everything he’d ever found. That is, until they found each other. With the Crocodile dead and Cora turned good, it seems happy endings have returned. However, new crises arise, threatening the budding family between them and Henry. But this is a family that always finds each other… and they have yet to fail. CS, Anti-Neal

AO3

Chapter 14 (under the cut!)

The rest of the day went by in a haze of relief, and Emma felt herself relax bit by bit, eroding the steel she felt like she'd been throughout Neverland.

They were home, Killian was alive, safe, at her side, and so was Henry and her parents.

Her parents, which had always felt fake and wrong when she thought of David and Mary Margaret that way, but now not only felt true, but right.

Not long after they returned home, in typical Storybrooke fashion they found themselves at Granny's, surrounded by food, friends and relief all around, including the Lost Boys who tentatively joined them, and enjoyed a decent meal for the first time in however many years they'd been trapped on that godforsaken island. Blue had quickly taken to keeping an eye on them, as well as promising to house them and help them find homes, only proving herself to be Mother Superior.

Emma, Killian and Henry were seated at one of the tables with her parents, and Emma couldn't find a way to explain the feeling of being surrounded by something she's never had before.

Family.

She was so used to being left behind, abandoned, unwanted, watching parents pass over her in foster homes for the other kids. She'd spent a life surrounded by emptiness, silence and her own arms hugged around herself.

To go from a life of that, to this?

On Emma's one side were Mary Margaret and David, their eyes always drifting back to her even as they took turns telling Regina, Cora, and the townsfolk who had gathered around the gist of what had happened in Neverland, only omitting some of the more… emotional parts of the trip, that they seemed to want to keep sacred to themselves and Emma, like their experiences of the dreams were theirs and theirs alone.

On Emma's other side was Killian, glued to her left side, hand in hers, fingers intertwined and hadn't let go since he'd taken hers again after their reunion with Henry.

And also at Emma's left side was Henry, who had clung to them ever since they returned home.

But on the subject of clinging to them, it was less them, and more Killian.

Henry was seated on Killian's lap, paying attention to the conversation going on around them, but still had a subtle grip on the front of Killian's coat, something Emma couldn't help noticing was something her own fingers found solace in.

But it wasn't just Henry Emma couldn't help watching.

Because although Henry's attention was on the conversation, eager to know what happened in Neverland, Killian's attention was on him.

The pirate's eyes have been almost exclusively on Henry ever since they reunited, for Henry hadn't let go of him once. So much so, that Killian had carried him here, looking so much like father and son that Emma had to fight the burn in her eyes. The picture reminded Emma of the last time they had returned to Storybrooke, and it was she in his arms.

It was from Henry they learned that though Emma and her parents thought they had been gone only two or three days, in reality it had been almost a full week. That knowledge hadn't surprised Killian, who had looked a little relieved it hadn't been longer.

Henry had been safely under Cora's and Regina's protection all week long, however according to Regina, he had spent most of his days begging them to bring him to the pier, where he waited for their safe return.

That knowledge alone had Emma clinging to her son far more than she already had been.

Emma had tuned out most of the conversation about their adventure, focused on watching Killian and Henry, only tuning back in when Mary Margaret reached the part of their tale that Emma realized none of them had the answer to.

"We tried to shield Emma from Pan's attack," began Mary Margaret, "but then there was this feeling of warmth, and his attack was somehow reflected back at him, so it's like he sort of defeated himself." She shook her head. "I don't really understand what it was."

"Karma," muttered David.

But among the sea of confused faces, Cora smiled. And it was still a strange sight to see—the woman who had always been so cold, showing warmth.

"True Love," said Cora, with that smile, so similar to her expression after she was reunited with her heart. "The power created by two people who share True Love," she said, gesturing between Mary Margaret and David, "protecting the product of their True Love…" She turned her gaze to Emma. "It's strong enough to do, or protect one from anything."

"It was our love?" asked Mary Margaret softly, tears in her eyes. She looked from David to Emma, and Emma felt the soft warmth from the dream she'd had in Neverland touch her again.

She had always imagined what it would feel like to have loving parents.

She never knew it could feel as good as this.

"Love…" said Cora, turning to Regina, "is the strongest magic of all." And to Emma, Cora said, "You were right, weeks ago, Emma. What you said to me when I couldn't take your heart. Love is strength."

Emma smiled, sitting between Killian, Henry and her parents, never feeling stronger in her life.

"Speaking of strength," said Regina, "it sounds like your magic is coming along quite well, Emma."

Emma felt herself blush. "I mean… not really," she mumbled. "I can't do what you can do." She shrugged. "I can only, like, make shields and heal people," she said.

"Why, of course."

Blue's voice drifted over from where she'd been watching the Lost Boys. "You're a Savior," she said simply. At the group's puzzlement, Blue explained, "Saviors have magic specific to saving themselves or others. Protection magic."

Emma blinked.

All the times she's used magic—

Jumping in front of Mary Margaret when Cora tried to take her heart.

Creating a protective shield around Gold's shop.

Somehow managing to teleport Killian to safety when Cora nearly killed him.

Reflecting the Lost Boy's dart away from herself.

Healing Killian's wounds—

"Protection magic," echoed Emma, it suddenly making sense. She looked at Killian, who shared the dawning realization.

"However, for the record," said Killian, "your magic isn't only anything, love. I know for a fact that none of us would be here right now if not for you and your magic."

Emma blushed again, mirroring his smile.

Tightening her fingers around his, Emma said, "Well, Henry and I wouldn't be here without you."

It was Killian's turn for a little shyness, looking like he was going to dismiss the credit, when David lifted his glass. "To Hook," he said, meeting Killian's eyes, a fond smile at his own lips. "We're glad to have you back."

Emma lifted her own glass, Henry his hot chocolate, and the room chorused a mix of To Hook and To Killian, making the pink deepen in Killian's cheeks, a stunned look in his eyes. However he inclined his head, with a tiny genuine smile. And with a smile toward Emma and Henry, he said softly, "Nowhere else I'd rather be."

The rest of the day was spent just together, the five of them and some of the town, Emma feeling so surrounded by care for her, she nearly had to ask her parents to stop asking if she was alright or if she needed something. But it was a good kind of overwhelm, to see them looking at her with the same attentiveness they once looked at their town and their people and every other crisis with.

She finally felt like she was their… priority.

Or maybe that's just what it felt like to be their daughter.

But Emma wasn't the only one who felt like they gained parental love.

For Henry had spent the day agonizing over having to give up calling Killian Captain due to his new title of Dad—and with every casual slip of calling Killian "Dad", Emma could feel Killian's heart skip through their touch, and the warm shock in his eyes each time—Henry had finally settled on alternating between "Dad" and "Captain Dad". Each time he used one to refer to Killian, it made Emma smile, watching Killian sit speechless, as if he hadn't entirely believed that the title would remain after Henry had said it the first time, and couldn't believe that it did, over and over again.

Killian seemed entirely unaware of anything other than Emma's and Henry's presence.

Emma knew the feeling.

For she would be happy to spend the rest of her life with the four people—the family—at her side.

It was appropo that the town had gathered, for Emma's safe return with Killian and her parents wasn't the only good news.

Anton had come bursting in, looking disheveled and exhausted, holding up something between two fingers, letting the object speak for him.

A bean.

More hollers and cheers for Anton's success, and the town's collective choice to leave for the Enchanted Forest tomorrow afternoon.

Mary Margaret and David had looked to Emma amongst the town's excitement, like they wanted to gauge her reaction, her feelings about it.

Exchanging a look with each other, Mary Margaret said, "Emma, you said a few weeks ago… that you didn't want to come with us." They exchanged a look again, and she smiled. "We'll be happy to… stay here with you."

Emma felt her brows raise, and felt Killian's follow, his eyes shifting to her.

"Stay here?" asked Emma, looking briefly at Killian's surprise, to her parents.

David swallowed, hard. "Emma, sweetheart," he said, smiling faintly at his own ability to use the epithet now, and Emma felt a warmth in her chest. "We've spent twenty-eight years of your life putting… ourselves, and our people ahead of you."

Emma started to shake her head. "It's—" she began, but Mary Margaret said gently but firmly, "No, it isn't okay."

Emma felt a little squeeze on her fingers, like Killian's agreement with them, him lending her the strength to think about herself.

"Emma," said Mary Margaret. "No matter how many… people we're responsible for, none of them will ever be more important to us than you." She smiled, and Emma felt pink touch her cheeks. "We missed out on… so much," said Mary Margaret with difficulty, tears touching her eyes, and Emma's own. "I… we," she looked back at David before looking at Emma, "we want to get to know you, and hear about everything, and make…" A tear slipped down her cheek. "New memories," she whispered, as the three of them seemed to relive their Neverland dreams at once. "Good ones. The three of us, as a family," she smiled through her tears. But she looked at Killian and Henry, amending, "The five of us."

And at that, Emma felt Killian's surprise, once again, at being included in their family.

"If you want to stay in this realm," said David, nothing but truth in his and Mary Margaret's eyes, "we'll stay with you."

Emma looked between them, unable to believe that they wanted to give up their Kingdom for her. The Kingdom that they spent more than half their lives fighting to protect. Mary Margaret was a princess her whole life, and David a prince for half of his.

They would give it all up, for her?

Emma felt a tear slip down her cheek, and Killian's fingers tighten around hers.

"I want that," said Emma softly. "To be a family, all of us."

Mary Margaret and David smiled, tears in their eyes, accepting her choice, not an ounce of regret in their eyes.

"I'm sure Aurora wouldn't mind taking the Kingdom—" began Mary Margaret, but Emma stopped her.

"I want us together," clarified Emma. "But… I don't need it to be here. I want to…" She looked at Killian, whose smile was nothing but encouraging, willing to follow her anywhere. "I want to see the life you… wanted me to have," said Emma.

Mary Margaret and David shared their shock, and Emma realized they hadn't expected her to change her mind.

"You want to be a princess?" asked Mary Margaret incredulously. "I mean—you always have been a princess, but… you want to be one?"

Emma felt a blush heat her cheeks. "I mean… it'll take some getting used to, but…" She smiled, a shyness in it. "Might be kinda neat to be a princess… like my mom was." she finished softly.

The sheer amount of joy that lit up Mary Margaret's eyes would have blinded the sun itself.

And suddenly she was in her mother's arms, pulled in close.

"I love you, Emma," she whispered over her shoulder.

A tear fell down Emma's cheek, whispering words for the first time in her life.

"I love you, too, Mom."

And David joined the embrace, an arm around both his girls, tears in his eyes. "I love you, my little girl," he said softly.

"I love you, Dad," she said just as softly, smiling at the words she was finally able to say.

She felt Killian's fingers still around hers, squeeze.

"I'm not used to someone putting me first."

"Well, get used to it."

Emma shut her eyes, and began to do just that.

With the—once again—impending move to the Enchanted Forest, one that, this time, Emma was actually looking forward to (however hesitantly), it was Henry who had one last Storybrooke request.

And that was something he'd apparently been eagerly waiting to do for quite a while; spending a night on the Jolly Roger.

Bidding her parents a goodnight, which entailed several hugs, I love you, Emma's, and insurances that Emma would keep her phone on and call them in the morning. (To which Emma rolled her eyes with a smile.) She, Killian and Henry then retired to the Jolly Roger for the last night in Storybrooke.

Henry was quite keen on sleeping in a castle every night as a prince, but according to him, he has been waiting too long to sleep on a pirate ship.

Most of their walk to the ship was filled with Henry's excited chatter about a very many subjects involving his approaching princehood, the Enchanted Forest and the change ahead of them all.

But by the time they reached the ship, the moon was high overhead, Henry's blinks were long and slow, and he was falling asleep in Killian's arms.

Killian carried Henry onto the ship and below deck, into the cabin next to his, laying him on one of the cots like it was specifically chosen. He laid Henry on the bed like he was made of glass, and rare glass at that, making a smile touch Emma's eyes at the care he showed for her—their—boy.

Henry's eyes fluttered open when Killian put him down, blinking around the room, smiling sleepily and mumbling, "You remembered the one I picked."

"Aye," said Killian, pulling up the blanket for Henry. "Get some sleep, my boy."

Henry's brows kneaded. He blinked again, fighting his tiredness. "Don't fall in another portal, 'kay?"

That made Killian still for a moment, pain drifting through the blue in his eyes like a cloud, darkening the beauty of a clear sky. But he smiled, brushing over Henry's hair. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised softly, yet so surely, and it took Emma back to the apartment in New York.

"Don't leave."

"I promise you, Emma. I am not going anywhere."

He'd kept that promise.

Again and again and again.

The words seemed to calm Henry as much as they'd calmed Emma that day, and Henry's eyes fluttered shut, a barely audible whisper of, "Night, Dad."

Henry slipped into sleep, and Emma watched Killian watch him, an unreadable look in his eyes.

Killian stood, and Emma quietly knelt beside Henry's bed, gently kissing his forehead before joining Killian again at the doorway.

They both hovered there as Killian's hand found hers.

An idea jumped into Emma's mind, and she smiled at it, touching her free hand to the wall, shutting her eyes. She felt the magic flow through her, warming her chest, and opened her eyes to watch the faint white glow span the walls of the room, surrounding it with a protective shield. In the bed, even asleep, Henry seemed to relax more, as if he could feel the protection—her protection—surrounding him. The relief it brought her seemed to fuel the magic on its own, as the safer it made her feel, the stronger it was.

Emma turned to see Killian's grateful look, like it relieved him just as much as it did her, if not more.

Emma felt her phone buzz, and she pulled it out to find a text from Mary Margaret.

I love you, sweetheart.

Emma smiled at it, feeling the familiar warmth fill her chest.

Killian smiled when she told him what it was, with a blush in her cheeks.

"You've done the impossible, love," he said. "You've gone to Neverland and gained parents."

Emma smiled, inclining her head toward Henry. "And you came back as one." she said softly.

It was his turn for a humble shyness, and maybe a touch of fear, of the kind of anxiety of not wanting to disappoint.

"He's lucky to have you," said Emma softly, honestly, smiling at the innocent disbelief in his eyes that has been there since this morning.

But he shook his head, looking toward Henry. "'Tis the other way around."

They both watched Henry sleep for a few moments longer, hovering in the doorway before Emma's fingers tightened a little around his, pulling him away from the room. He let her, and they left her magic watching over Henry as they climbed the stairs above deck.

The sun hadn't set yet, and it reminded Emma of the night last week—had it only been a week?—that Killian had brought her here to watch the sunset.

However, this time, neither of them even glanced toward the horizon.

Killian captured her lips in a kiss, one that she felt she'd waited years to feel, allowing herself to be swept into his passion. Their kiss was a language of its own, and Emma felt herself smile into his lips, hearing everything his heart was speaking to her through touch. She only deepened his passion, overcome with the relief that she was even able to do this again with him.

They pulled away reluctantly, as if only coming up for the air they were unlucky enough to need. But their eyes met above the surface of the kiss, stilling them both, just watching each other in the first quiet moment since they've been home. They held each other there, Emma's fingers in his hair, his in hers. The moment shifted at once, from passionate to tender, her fingers finding his coat.

Emma relaxed into him, trading the embrace of his kiss for his arms. She felt her head fall to his shoulder, shutting her eyes as he pulled her in tighter, his arm curling around her waist, sending a feeling slipping down her spine, and a warmth in her chest. She simply listened to him breathe, felt his heartbeat, the two things that could steady her more than any lapping wave.

The sunset cast them in a silhouette, forgotten behind them.

She felt him rest his face lightly over her hair, pulling her in only closer, and felt a breath eased from his chest, like her closeness was his own anchor.

He pressed a kiss to her hair, and she smiled into his chest, fingers curling into his jacket at his back, melting into him only more.

She could spend forever, right here, in his arms.

It felt like years since they had been together, and been together without the fear of losing each other again. Here, they were all right, Henry safely within the embrace of her magic, and Emma herself safely in Killian's.

And he, hers.

A breath of relief was eased from her own chest, like a cool breeze over hot land, like rain over dry grass.

She lifted her head, missing his eyes. She found them on her, the blue in them so much richer than the sea, looking at her with the same relief Emma felt in her heart. He smiled, as if just the sight of her gave his lips the instinct, and she felt hers mirror him.

Emma pulled him to her even more. "I hope you know that after everything we just went through, I won't be letting you out of my sight ever again," said Emma through her smile, truthfully only half-joking.

He smiled, the expression a little reserved for catching the truth in her words. "Nor I you," he said softly, pulling her flush to him, tightening his hold around her with a grin, and Emma felt a little laugh in her chest. His embrace suddenly felt like the one he'd given her when they'd met, when she'd grabbed him to save him from the tripwire on the Beanstalk. She'd clawed her way out of that hold then, but now, she knew if he ever let her go, she'd claw her way back in.

Flashing back to the docks, to having thought she lost him, Emma felt a chill sweep down her spine, and she melted into him only more, as close as she could get. "Killian," she whispered, smiling to herself, that he was here. "I'm so glad you're all right," she whispered.

His embrace changed, from playful to protective, curling around her even more. "Only thanks to you," he said, just as softly.

She smiled into his chest. "I don't know how much I had to do with it," she said. "I'm starting to believe that you are a survivor."

But that made him pull back a little, just enough to see her face, and she looked up at him. There was a little hurt in his eyes, for her, at her dismissal of credit. He looked at her for a moment, then at the horizon, the last rays of light off the water.

"Aye," he agreed tentatively, "I am good at surviving." His gaze on the water shifted, as if with old pain at a new realization. "However…" His voice trailed off, that pain shifting in his eyes. "I believe Cora was right, earlier this afternoon. When she had said that you'd been correct that day at Lake Nostos. That…" He trailed off again, and looked at her then, something changing in his eyes. A muscle ticked in his jaw, but didn't stop him. "That… love…" he said slowly, "is strength." He smiled, eyes on her with the words, his hold tightening around her a little. "My survival has never been a talent," he said softly.

Emma's eyes widened a little with realization. "Milah," she said suddenly. "You were fighting for Milah," she said with a smile, still incredulous that someone could be so devoted.

"Aye…" said Killian, voice trailing off, his eyes settling on her with a hesitance, and Emma felt his heart skip through their touch. "However… this time," he said slowly, "it wasn't Milah I was surviving for."

Emma suddenly froze.

The very air around them seemed to catch its breath.

They both felt the depth of his implication with the words, like a magic of its own.

Killian's gaze was just as frozen on hers, a smile touching the corners of his lips. He lifted his hand, gently holding her face, thumb brushing across her skin. "It was you," he whispered.

Emma felt her breath catch.

"My whole life," said Killian softly, "I've chased reasons to survive." He smiled again. "But… Emma, you…" He smiled, the look in his eyes brighter than the stars. "You give me a reason to live."

Tears touched Emma's eyes.

And suddenly there was that look in his eyes again, that she'd seen on the ship on the way home. Something so strong, so vibrant.

Killian opened his mouth, smiling, as if so ready to say something that seemed to have been on his tongue for far too long.

However, he hesitated, shutting his eyes.

"Emma…" he began, voice heavy with a sense of anticipation, of an ocean about to overtake a dam. "I want to… tell you something," he said carefully, cautiously. "But I don't want you to… feel the need to say something in return," he explained heavily, words almost tumbling out in a rush of anxiety.

Emma could feel his heart begin to race through their touch.

"You needn't say anything you… aren't ready to," he said slowly, "or that you…" His voice cut off, barely a whisper to say, "Or that you don't f-feel." Killian said, he said carefully, voice shaking a little around the words, as if it was an outcome that scared him.

Emma felt her heart skip as his voice shook.

He was so hesitant, yet as if alight with a need that almost seemed to consume him more than his need for revenge once had.

"However," he said, voice rough, as if pushing through the point where fear met desire, he smiled. "You deserve to know."

And holding her gently, brushing his thumb over her skin, his smile on her like it was hers alone, he whispered, "Emma, I—"

"I love you."

Killian froze.

Emma felt herself smile, her own voice's echo filling the silence, lingering the three words between them, spoken for the first time.

Killian stared at her in utter shock, hearing the words that were still waiting on his tongue.

When Emma only smiled, he stared at her in complete disbelief. As if he was unable to process her words. "What?" he asked, looking almost lost.

Feeling her smile grow, Emma repeated, "I love you."

His eyes widened a fraction, as if hearing it repeated, as if knowing it wasn't an accident was even more incredulous.

Like he'd just been given the highest honor, and simply couldn't believe it.

But his shock only lasted a moment.

Suddenly there was a smile at his lips, so elated, so joyful, a happiness Emma had never seen on him before.

And it was the same happiness in her chest.

"Emma," breathed Killian, smiling only more. "I love you." Emma felt a laugh at her chest, a tear falling down her cheek, her smile mirroring his as he said, "Emma, I love you so much."

He pulled her to him, and she met him halfway, shutting her eyes as their lips met again. Warmth filled her chest, racing through her, making her feel more alive than ever.

He loved her.

For all her brokenness.

For all her damage.

For her.

They pulled apart, just looking at each other, and Emma watch a tear slip down his own cheek, reflecting the setting sun. He smiled at her, and her lips followed, meeting his again, finding herself in him, her love, her other half.

The kiss broke once more, though they themselves were only more whole.

"Emma Swan," he whispered into her ear, smiling, pulling her to him only closer. "I am in love with you."

Emma felt another laugh in her chest, of elation. "I love you, Killian," she whispered into him, pulling back to look at him, her eyes shining, his a mirror of hers, blue meeting green, together the color of the sea.

She loved him.

More than she's ever loved anyone.

And he loved her back.

She melted into his kiss once again, feeling as if the last of her walls fell down, disappearing into the past along with his.

Emma felt herself flash back to that day in New York.

Finding herself there, in his arms, crying into his chest.

It was then her heart knew.

That no one, no one, has ever felt like him before.

He was her safety, he was her home.

He was the piece of her that had been missing.

She went from broken pieces shattered on the floor of an apartment, to whole.

Because of him.

And she loved him.

She loved him so much.

And he loved her.

She smiled into his chest.

The last time she said that to someone, they'd left her.

But here, Killian only pulled her to him tighter, only kissed her again, and somehow she knew he would never let her go.

The walls that had once held her up were now replaced with Killian, and she smiled.

She shut her eyes, holding him, kissing him, loving him.

He loved her.

She only smiled again.

That day in New York had felt like her end.

But it wasn't.

It was a chance—a gift, for both of them.

To begin again.

-.-.-.

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