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husbandograveyard · 1 year ago

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Hi Hazel! I hope you feel better soon!

Leona, our beloved drenched cat (affectionate).

I've been meaning to invest in some leggings for ages so that I could wear dresses in the winter but I never got around to it haha. Maybe it's time.

That makes sense! If you don't mind sharing, I'd love to learn more about your OCs. I like the idea of OCs but I'm not creative enough to think about characteristics and personalities.

Sending you all my Twst gacha luck! May everyone come home within a few pulls.

I've been reading books lately! I'm trying to get back into the habit of reading but I don't have the attention span haha.

Wishing you a speedy recovery and reminder to drink lots of water! Sending you lots of love -berry anon

Hiya Berry! He truly is our (beloved) drenched cat, hehehe. 100% recommend the leggings, maybe this is a sign haha.

I am getting better, definitely. I was sick for the better part of a week, and I am still pretty tired, but I am feeling more human again every day.

What kind of books are you reading? I try reading a bunch of books every year, but I am gloriously failing this year, I haven't been able to participate in book club much either. I need to find a balance again... and it is hard to keep off of my phone. What's your favorite book? Any recommendations?

With fall finally feeling like fall, it's ideal reading weather. Burn some candles, have a nice mug of a hot beverage and a blanket over your lap, some atmospheric music in the background.. ugh maybe I should just get to it again as well... I have a huge stack of unread books and manga (did I tell you yet I got the twst manga too? Only the first volume was available yet, the rest is in pre-order for now, but it looks GORGEOUS the art is fantastic!)

As for twst, glorious masquerade is here, and I am anxiously waiting for the Idia card to drop. I have my 200 pulls ready so he is guaranteed, but I hope he doesn't make me go all the way. Fingers crossed.

As for my OC's. I will GLADLY share, but I am SO SORRY I cannot possibly keep this brief... so I added a cut, and please feel free to just.. ignore it if it's too much, I love my OC's loads and am always a little embarrassed to talk about them because I will gush and this is... so so so long. So... here goes, OC ramble under the cut. Even if you don't get through it, wishing you a wonderful reading time and beginning of fall! Hope to hear from you soon! <3

Disclaimer before diving into my OC's (also for other people reading this). All these OC's are female, I am aware NRC is an all boy's school and this makes no sense, but these are my OC's and my alterations to the storyline, and I just go for a mixed school (with more additions, but more on that later). Some of these are more developed than others, but I love them all dearly.

Okay so I have 6 twisted wonderland OC's aside from a Yuusona which is a blatant self-insert/Yuu for in the games. I'll share a visual (the visuals are all made with the Rinmaru fantasy generator + 2 pieces of my own mediocre art) and a little blurb on their Unique magic, personality, 'storyline' (and partner, as most of them are made 'for' a specific character) and other relevant things, if there is such a thing, cause not all of them have that much. There are some very clear and some less clear Disney references in most of them, especially the unique magics. At least I tried.

Dannah Caliiya (Pronounced: Day-nah Kalee-ya)

(with this, debut of my art, lmao)

Dannah is a Gazelle beastman, and a Savanaclaw student. She is happy-go-lucky, carefree, and very athletic. She is of average intelligence, but has massive trouble concentrating, a personification of the worst of my ADHD, if you will. She gets literal zoomies and brain zoomies, which make her a menace to have in class (especially Trein), but a delight to have in sports clubs. She is part of Savanaclaw's spelldrive team, and actually one of their star players. Her magic skills are mediocre, but her stamina is unrivalled, she can outrun nearly all other Savanaclaw members.

Her partner is -of course- Leona, and the idea came off of a romeo and juliet-esque 'forbidden' romance of what would traditionally be considered not-done, in the sense of an absolute commoner and royalty, but with a hidden layer of what could be considered a prey animal and a predator (even though beastmen don't necessarily live by those dynamics). She is, by all means, Leona's 'herbivore' (affectionate).

Her unique magic is Everything the light touches, a spell that makes a bright light appear in a location of her choice. The brightness depends on the power of the spell, and can either light a way (even through magical darkness) or temporarily blind other people.

She expresses affection towards friends, family and romantic partners by gently bonking her forehead into theirs. For Lions, rubbing ones face against someone else is generally a more intimate gesture, which will lead to some awkward misunderstandings in the beginning of the friendship between her and Leona.

Lexi Greydance

Lexi is another Savanaclaw student, and she is also a beastman. It's not very clear from the dress up generator, but she is a Crocodile beastman. She is not a very book-smart kinda gall. Practical magic is her forte, but no one ask her any theoretical stuff, she'll draw a blank and just guess (and guess wrongly 9/10). She's overall pretty charming but has no filter, which makes her come across as blunt or sometimes even rude to those that don't know her. She does mean well. She's pretty athletic, but doesn't necessary act on it. Loves sunbathing cause she's always cold. She is pretty but doesn't put much effort in it, hot mess couture, she has this permanent "just woke up look." Her unique magic is "your head is in the clouds" Clouds appear around a targets head, blinding, deafening and disorienting them for the duration of the spell. Works best on 1-3 human-sized targets, but more is possible, it just gets harder to keep the spell going/or the spell weakens. Training can better this eventually.

She gets paired with Jack, and her role is not necessary one of a student, but more of a house 'mother' by the lack of a better word. She is actually around the age of the students, and is there as an aid to the housewarden, whoever it may be. She divides chores for the students and makes sure they're done, helps organize school- and dorm activities, oversees clubs... She gets along with Leona well enough, and they have a bond of mutual respect. They leave each other alone most of the time.

Mei Meduzo

Meduzo means Jellyfish in esperanto and she is a Jellyfish-mermaid, based on a phantom jellyfish, also known as Stygiomedusa. So I thought the name was a nice mix of origins, translation and an alliteration.

As a mermaid, I think it's quite easy to guess she's part of Octavinelle, and she is also part of the fish mafia (Azul/Floyd/Jade). She is calm, collected and polite. She is very charming and intelligent, but errs on the lazier side for actually using her skills. She is a musician, able to sing and play violin. She works in the Mostro lounge, either behind the bar or playing background music. She also sometimes participates in their more shady business dealings; I'd like to call her Floyd's squeezing buddy. All her earnings go to luxury products, mostly makeup, accessories and clothes. She likes spoiling herself.

(since scientists still don't really know how the Stygiomedusa catches prey with their very drape-like tentacles (there are not many spotted yet), one of the theories is that prey basically gets smothered and suffocated in the drapetacles. So, I Imagine she can help Floyd with squeezing, although she is more elegant about it.)

I have no unique magic for her yet and I am not sure if I will ever get her any. Her partner is Jade. They both have the same brand of customer service smile and politeness, with some darkness lurking under the surface. They are deeply in love, but no one (except for those very close to them) knows about their relationship, just cause they are mostly reserved in public.

Leah Blackwell

A shorter one in between, as a little resting place for you, if you're still reading. We're past the halfway point hahah, I am so sorry. I just go ham when I can ramble about my OC's.

Leah is a concept more than an actual OC. She is a princess, but I don't know of where just yet, and she is at NRC to learn how to be *independent*. She was raised extremely sheltered though, always had servants do stuff for her.

She ends up in Scarabia and is best friends with Kalim, and in turn, a huge pain in the behind for Jamil, who now has to practically babysit TWO spoilt children that HONESTLY don't know any better. She tries out to help but will 10/10 accidentally set the kitchen on fire doing the dishes.

Aestrid Anktha

another one of my silly drawings Drawing context: Jamil has been up since 4am prepping and says that he is 'fine' and 'doesn't need any help'. Aestrid has a dark aesthetic but a soft personality. She loves reading and learning. If you need help acing exams, she's gonna be your key to succes. She will read an entire antology of magic for some light bedtime reading. She is always willing to help others out, maybe even a little bit of a pushover (make that definitely, she is definitely a huge pushover). She'll stay up late to tutor those who ask nicely. You do have to ask nicely. She will take over any and all chores or at least help. BUT if the chore is a punishment, she won't, purely out of principle. She follows school rules, values good grades, but also a proper balance of free time and chores.

Her unique magic is "Itty bitty living space" - shrinking someone to a tiny size, and sealing them in a magical bottle. They don't run out of oxygen nor do they get hungry or thirsty, it's confinement. Not death. Once the bottle is opened or destroyed the person gets back to their regular size.

She is in Scarabia, and she is Jamil's girlfriend. Their relationship is a slow-developing one, because she is extremely shy, and it's easier for her to hang out with Kalim than Jamil, even though she has a massive crush on the latter. And since Jamil is so guarded and rarely shows his true colors, it takes a while for them to get close. They bond over chores though, Aestrid always helping out Jamil when he's doing servant tasks on top of vice housewarden chores and some of the housewarden chores as well.

Melanie Furea

[picture is a temporary placeholder made on picrew, I actually want to draw her]. This is my most recent and most elaborate OC. This one has the most story-info, is the only one not at NRC (so could technically be integrated into the story without making NRC a mixed school), and she is the one I am most proud of (I think Dannah, Aestric and Melanie are my three main babies). The story has some obvious mistakes, plotholes and otherwise still, so please ignore these as I am still finetuning her and figuring out how blot etc works precisely. I know you're not really into twst that much anymore, so idk how much you know of chapter 6, but there are some spoilers in here, just so you know. I will keep most things vague.

Melanie Furea - her friends call her Mel, at least they would, if she had any friends. Her family had been tied to the Shroud family long before they got cursed, already indebted because of a personal matter between ancestors, where a Furea promised servitude from their family to the Shrouds, in exchange for getting their family saved. The exact details are unsure, but the Furea family wouldn't exist if it weren't for the Shrouds. Then, when hundreds of years ago the Shrouds got cursed, and their servants got a hereditary curse placed upon them as well. As the Shrouds are forced to be near sources of blot, burning them incessantly before it starts eating at their own energy, the Fureas keep producing blot, overblotting if the blot doesn't get dealt with, forcing them to stay one the Isle of Woe as well, where there's the necessary precautions, or near a Shroud when they leave the Isle. If there is too much blot produced, it's a quick overblot without even having to use magic, and they will die

Somewhere a few generations back, the bond was no longer one of exact servitude, as neither families truly remember what that is for, but since they do kind of need each other to balance out the curses, they keep working on the isle as assistants/higher ups at Styx. Melanie's parents were the first to try and get away from that all, devising a plan to escape, with a magical item that they acquired that would take away their blot accumulation. It cost them all their money, and they hadn't gotten far before noticing that it was a scam. They died in their escape attempt, leaving little Melanie behind. She was 10 at the time, old enough to realize what was happening. Melanie now works for Styx, mostly as Idia's personal assistant, staying in contact with him, even when he's at NRC. They basically grew up together, the Shroud parents taking pity on her and taking her in after her parent's death. This was also one year after the Ortho-incident, so they were hoping having someone around of his age would make it easier to overcome his grief and get him out of his shell again. It didn't help much, but she is closer to Idia than anyone else (except of course Otho IA). They regularly game together and he can talk normal to her. If anything, he kind of bosses her around sometimes.

She used to dream of leaving the island, fueled by stories told by her parents, but what happened to them was enough of a shock for her to give up said dream. Now she kind of lives a meaningless existence, following Idia's lead in online escapism, having online alter egos that are living out big adventures in safer online environments.

Since there isn't much to do for her besides work and game, and there are very little people for her to socialize with, she is a bit harder to get along with. She is kind of sarcastic and has pretty high walls built around her, and most people who work at Styx need to avoid her anyway because people with low magic can get affected by the constant blot-production.

She has a little bit of a crush on Idia too, but chooses to ignore that and handles her emotions with more sarcasm and a little distance and kicking his ass at rhythm games. Because of her curse, she is planning on not being selfish like her parents and have her bloodline die out. It's not like the Shrouds 'need' them anymore anyway, as long as they return to Styx regularly they can travel around just fine.

which leaves me with an interesting idea for if she and Idia were to ever have kids, if that would break both familial curses??

Her unique magic is blooming love "get off my case" - a defensive spell which makes white flowers appear. They are harmless unless touched and then they paralyze the person who's touched them, effectively being a barrier between her and people trying to close.

Underneath is some more brainrot and ramble i pulled straight from discord, so if it's a little more chaotic that's why. Hercules is one of my favorite movies and Idia is my favorite together with Leona, which is why I put so much effort in this OC. I just simply had way more to play with for Idia, as chapter 6 has so much more lore than chapter 2. No matter how much I love Leona, his story was so far the worst, and I am still a little salty about that.

discord blurb 1: "3 am Melanie thoughts: since there's some physical representation of the curse as there is with the Shrouds, I'm putting it in her hair as well. It's pitch black, like a manifestation of blot. It looks like a strange mix of fluid/gaseous, but it's neither, with little drips falling down but never hitting the floor. It generally looks wavy/curly, but also changes shape with emotions, though never color. When she's excited, angry or generally experiencing intense emotions, it becomes more curly/wild/voluminous looking. When sad/shy/deflated/anxious it becomes flatter and flatter, even hanging in front of her face (think Violet from the Incredibles). She mostly wears it in a ponytail though, to keep it out of her face since she hates it as a reminder to why she's practically chained to the Isle."

discord blurb 2: "Oh and considering Idia's feelings around her, she's always been better at hiding feelings so where Idia was a shutin and became increasingly anxious around people, she's mostly been harboring anger which makes her mostly a little intimidating and generally hard to approach. So i am standing with my Idia being both attracted to her but also intimidated by her on a personal level, but professionally and for gaming opportunities they get along just fine. He has a habit of still kind of ordering her around without thinking about it even when she's off the clock, and she will 100% just chuck the things he needs at his head whenever she's off the clock, which serves as a great reminder."

IF you read through all of this, Berry, I am sending you all the internet points and cookies. Thank you SO MUCH for letting me ramble and elaborate on my OCs. I have so much feelings about them and I love talking about them, but I also always feel a little embarassed cause I don't want to push them in people's faces. And well.. now you have seen some of my drawings too I guess. Sending you loads of love!

#berry anon #Hazel speaks #hazel and friends #twisted wonderland #naku no oc #nakunoOC #my OCs #twst OC #twisted wonderland OC #my art #my oc art

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years ago

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Thank heaven you're still on Tumblr! I had your old Crickets masterpost link saved and checked it today only to find nothing... Your disappearance would be a great loss, trust me. Can you tell me more about the Kiersey 'verse? Are the stories still the same or are there significant differences? I fell in love with Quinn and Nando as you first wrote them and I fear to find them changed in the new series. Also, can't wait for a whole Ben/Cole story, and any NSFW content, whenever you're ready!

Anon! Welcome in, my friend! I’m so glad to hear you’ve ‘crossed over,’ so to speak, into learning about Kiersey from my older fic. And yes, I absolutely can tell you more about Kiersey. FYI, for anyone reading this who might not know, my url used to be poindextears. That’s still my main username on AO3, but links to my Tumblr posts from before when I changed my URL (which was back in September) now won’t work, unless you change the url to sincerelyreidburke.

Anyway. Yes! I will be very glad to tell you about Kiersey. Here’s a helpful post from my blog to get you started— but I’ll say more. Hop under the cut and I’ll explain some!

To ease your fear, I’ll first say that although the circumstances of their initial first meeting are slightly different in this new universe, you’ll find Nando and Quinn essentially unchanged from the way I originally wrote them in fanwork. The whole reason I decided to move these OCs into an original universe in the first place was because I was so in love with writing about them, and I wanted more creative leeway. So if you’re worried about things being different just because they exist in their own story, don’t worry! Nando and Quinn would fall in love the same, schmoopy way in any universe I put them in. As characters, they don’t change; I love them just the way they are.

With this said, you’ll notice some obvious differences about Kiersey in comparison to the fanwork stuff with Nando, Quinn, and company. For starters, the school environment is different. So is the cast of characters that surrounds them— making the Kiersey-verse gave me an opportunity to put a ton more of my OCs into their story, and I’m having a grand old time with that. They also don’t meet in the exact same way. Though that fateful Halloween party is still a big part of their progress toward becoming a couple, there are some changes, too. And if you’re an astute observer of my AO3, you’ll notice that the Kiersey re-write of the Halloween party doesn’t actually exist. Fear not! It’ll exist eventually.

For basic info: Kiersey is a mid-sized liberal arts school in eastern New Hampshire, famous for its high-ranking academics, nationally renowned theatre program, Division I athletics, and....... apple orchards, for some reason. Every one of my characters comes there for a different reason, and they come from many places and walks of life. The Kiersey-verse, as I’ve grown to call it, is the set of my writing (and even some others’ writing, and visual art!) about the ways in which all those characters interact.

Though I don’t want to jump the gun on myself, I should note that I’m even still, as we speak, reworking the structure of Nando, Quinn, and company’s freshman year— because I’m writing a novel about these characters, which won’t be on AO3 (though feel free to ask me anything at all about it!). Like before, the characters won’t change, and neither will the dynamics between them. The only things that are changing are the circumstances under which they sort of first meet and get to know each other— and trust me, it’s so much better the way I’m doing it now.

But for now, I won’t elaborate— at least not in this particular ask. The freshman year novel is in progress as we speak, and it’s told dual-perspective in the style of a traditional upper YA contemporary romance. I’m doing so much behind the scenes that I’m not posting, and if anyone so pleases, I’ll gladly answer any questions about it all!

And yes. Ben and Cole will get their story, too. It’s been a long time coming, and I never intended to neglect them.

Thank you so much for the ask! If you have any questions at any time, you know where to find me....

#kiersey college #cricket info

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knives-out20 · 5 years ago

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I Love You/Back To Me - The Huntsman x The Pied Piper/Sheriff Graham Humbert x Robin Fifer (OC) - Once Upon A Time

Fandom: Once Upon A Time (2011-2018)

Pairing: The Huntsman x The Pied Piper/Sheriff Graham Humbert x Robin Fifer (OC)

Word Count: 4093

Warnings: Swearing, OUAT Season 1 Spoilers, Alcoholism, Speaking In Shakespearean,

Notes: Hi! I Know, I Know, This Isn’t The Next Part Of Wake Up Call, Nor Is It Another Oneshot Of Malcolm And Harlan. It Also Isn’t Part One Of That Promised General Hux x Harvo, My OC, That I Told You All About. But! Sheriff Graham Humbert In OUAT Got Me In My Feels, So I Made This. I Hope You All Enjoy This Long Piece That Took Me Like, Four Days To Make. Just A Heads Up- Piper’s/Robin’s Faceclaim Is Hayden Christensen, Specifically Him As Anakin Skywalker, With His Curly Hair. And, His Enchanted Forest Persona (The Pied Piper) Speaks In Shakespearean. If You Wish For Me To Translate It, Message Me And I’ll Gladly Do So. Anyways, Again, Enjoy!

"Who are you after?".

The Huntsman turned around, sword out and pointed...At some skinny male with a red hood over his head."Who're you?" He asked, hair falling over his forehead."Why do you want to know?". When the hooded one didn't answer, he stepped closer, the tip of the blade closer to the stranger's neck."Answer me." The Huntsman hissed.

The stranger slid his hands through his hair, the hood falling back. This revealed an oval jaw, light blue eyes, and scraggly, chin-length hair."Sayeth not thee remember not me, yond'll just did hurt mine own feelings" he pouted."Cometh anon, ti's me. Thy gentle forest Pied Piper"

"It's you" the Huntsman breathed, putting his sword back in its sheath."Don't...Don't do that, okay?" He asked, slowly approaching the Piper and cupping his cheek.

The Piper smiled slightly."Did miss me much, Huntsman? Who is't or what art we after?".

The Huntsman cupped both of the Piper's cheeks now, lips parted slightly as he looked into the Piper's eyes."I did...I missed you. And I'm wandering for deer. Want to help me?".

The Piper's eyebrows jumped, as he slowly ran a hand through the Huntsman's untamed hair."Well, I wouldn't be crossed" he teased, acting as if he was taking it into serious thought."I'd followeth thee to the ends of the kingdom, mine own Huntsman. I'd square any beasts, battleth any duels, and leadeth hence any rats yond commenth between us. Never forget yond" he explained, a hand brushing over the pipe instrument attached to his belt.

The Huntsman nodded, that action speaking enough words so that he didn't have to verbally say anything. He pulled away, holding one of the Piper's hands in his."Right. Come along then, Piper. I need you with me, forever".

***

Robin turned a corner, his hand on his belt as the other hung at his side. He didn't jog, but he'd describe what he's doing as a speed-walk. To Mr. Gold's Pawnbroker & Antiques Dealer- he heard Mr. Gold is good with deal-making. Robin also heard that Mr. Gold is not to be trusted when making said deals, or something along the lines of how it's a bad idea. After a long night of drinking the previous night, Robin has waited far too long to make a good deal with him. And with Graham gone, he needs a deal more than ever.

Robin stood at the front door of the pawn shop, only now having second thoughts. Graham has been dead for a while now, would it be any use trying to get him back, now? He started nervously playing with the silver chain around his neck- Graham bought it for him, and Robin hasn't willingly taken it off for a second. Robin glanced in through the windows to see if Mr. Gold was even in- and, sadly, he was, behind the glass table. Taking a deep breath, he walked in, the bell ringing above his head.

Mr. Gold looked up immediately, flashing Robin a toothy grin."Ah, Mr. Humbert" he teased.

Robin closed his eyes, gulping thickly."M-Mr. Fifer, actually. Graham's heart a- heart a-attack prevented us from, uh, from going that far, I- I thought that you'd be aware of that, M-Mr. Gold, sir" he corrected, slowly advancing towards the desk that separated him with the shop owner."You do seem to be everywhere around town and nowhere at all, Mr. Gold".

"As are you, Mr. Fifer. I hear children humming your tunes all over Storybrooke, either that or they attempt them on their silly, colourful toy flutes and such" Mr. Gold recalled, eyes trailing down to the dark, wooden pipe instrument on Robin's belt.

Robin followed his gaze, huffily covering the pipe from sight with his long coat. He flipped his hood off, revealing his chin-length scruffy hair, deep blue eyes, and the scar over one of them.

"Scar still haunting you, hmm?".

"Scars d-don't disappear, Mr. Gold. Physical or, uh, or- or not" Robin crossed his arms, the store lights shining off of his chain.

This caught Mr. Gold's eye, as he quickly put the pieces together."Ah, so that's why you're here...A deal is what you're in for, eh? What do I have the pleasure of doing, exactly?" He asked, his grip on his cane tightening.

Robin turned behind himself, to make sure no one was watching, or coming into the pawn shop. He turned back to Mr. Gold and leaned in."I want Graham back".

"As Sheriff?" Mr. Gold joked, leaning away."And risk Emma losing her job?".

"Mr. Gold, I- I didn't drag myself out of my house and- and all the way down here for j- for jokes. I don't want Graham back as Sheriff, I want- I want Graham back, that's it. I- I need him back." Robin scowled, glaring at Mr. Gold.

"What makes you think I can do anything about it? You can't just bring people back from the dead, whether you want them or need them. It just can't be done".

"Yes, it can't be done by- by me, Mr. Gold. Which is why I- I came to you. If anyone in this town could- If anyone in this town could help me, I knew right away it could be you, no matter the- the price. You can do anything. Please, Mr. Gold, I- I can't go on by myself with just my p-pipe".

Mr. Gold looked at Robin, as if inspecting him, psychoanalyzing him."You must be reading little Henry's magic fairy tale book, haven't you?" He concluded, chuckling."This is real life, deary. I can't snap my fingers and bring anyone back from the dead, just like that".

"Then- Then don't do it 'just like that'. What's your price? Name it. My- M-My coat? My- My record label? What is it?" Robin pleaded, shrugging his coat off so that it was holding on by his elbows, now.

Mr. Gold's eyes trailed down from Robin's desperate face, to his coat, and landing on his now-visible pipe.

Robin followed his gaze, eyes going wide."You- You can't be serious- Mr. Gold, my pipe-" Mr. Gold cut him off by raising his hand to silence him.

"Aye, I don't want your silly wooden stick, lad. Though, it would be of a worthy price..." Mr. Gold leaned in, a hand leaning in on the table. He watched Robin squirm nervously, quite liking the suspense he was building up on the poor, grieving piper."Your chain".

"W-..." Robin furrowed his eyebrows, head tilted a bit."What?".

"I believe I said that fairly clearly. Your chain, deary. That's my price".

Robin raised a shaky hand to his chain, gently tugging on it."But-" he started, unaware of how much he should let follow. Graham had gifted that chain to Robin, out of the kindness of his heart- a heart that Graham deemed he didn't have. Graham said it was for Robin to wear and keep him company, whenever Graham would be off doing whatever it is that Sheriffs do. Robin remembers the adoration Graham held in his beautiful eyes when he put the chain around the piper's neck, under a full moonlight outside his house. He remembers the chaste kiss that followed after, the smiles on both of their lips. Robin remembers every moment he's ever shared with Graham, in painful detail, but now Graham's nothing more than Robin's favourite fantasy.

And right now, Robin was destined to change that. It's not like Graham couldn't just buy him a new one, right? If Graham were to even come back after this deal.

Robin looked down at the silver chain, the touch cold against his fingers."I- I give you this necklace...And Graham Humbert c-comes back to- to life?" He reaffirmed, suspicious eyes on Mr. Gold, who just smirked at him.

"At your doorstep tomorrow night or your chain back, Mr. Fifer. I never let anyone down on their deals".

Robin had both hands delicately on the chain, still unsure on if he should take it back. Mr. Gold did say he could have his chain back if not, and it seems pretty sketchy that Mr. Gold is only asking for his chain. But, after night after night of drinking, morning after morning of a hangover, and depriving the people of Storybrooke of any new pieces of music since before Graham died, he's desperate. Robin nodded, slowly taking the chain off, savoring the feeling of it on his person. He dangled it with one hand, looking at it in an apologetic way.

One of the last people that Robin ever thought of giving this chain to was Mr. Gold. But, here he was, making a deal to get his handsome muse back to him.

Mr. Gold smiled, eyes tracing over the chain in his hands."You won't regret this deal, piper. Trust me".

***

"Mine own loveth!" The Pied Piper called, running at full speed to his Huntsman in the distance. He jumped over a couple logs, dashed past a few trees, and stopped in front of the Huntsman, who held onto the Piper to keep him steady."Mine own loveth, I haven't seen thy grace in what hast hath felt like forever" he panted, cupping the Huntsman's scruffy cheeks.

The Huntsman looked at the Pied Piper's whimsical eyes, leaning in and kissing him in a needy manner, feeling the Piper's growing smile against his lips. He pulled away soon after, "I never meant to worry you. Seems your townspeople pulled you away from me, in need of your musical power".

The Piper chuckled, a bright smile on his face."Those gents art lunatics if it be true those gents ever bethink they could keepeth me from thy beauty forever. Nothing can, remember?" He asked, kissing the Huntsman's cheek, hands now on his broad shoulders."Thy eyes shineth liketh majestic lakes on a summer day, thy hair the same colour as bark on wood, perfect for keeping us warmeth by fireth on harsh nights. I feeleth safe in nowhere in this kingdom other than thy arms, mine own haven. Mine own loveth, I could playeth an eternity of songs for thee to coequal tryeth to sum up what I feeleth for thee, doth understand".

The Huntsman put one of his hands over the Piper's, nothing but love in his eyes are the man's words was music to his ears.

"Mine own travelling lamp, mine own moon, mine own stars, all mine own air, yond is what thou art to me. A Huntsman thee may beest, aye. But just a Huntsman after mine own heart and soul. Thee hast enchanted me, from the moment we first did cross paths. I can't beareth to beest did part from thee again, mine own lief. Calleth me as cheesy as thee'd like, but I speaketh nothing but the sooth to thee, mine own lighteth".

The Huntsman wasted no time to kiss the Pied Piper once he stopped talking, his hands trailing down to the Piper's hips and pulling him closer."I love you" he confessed against the Piper's lips. The Huntsman pulled away to continue."I love you, I'll say it again, and again, and again, doesn't matter if you believe me or not. I'll always love you, my Piper. I never want you to leave my side, ever again, not even for your townspeople. Stay with me in these woods".

"I loveth thee, Huntsman. I'll sayeth it backeth to thee with just as much meaning as thee sayeth it to me. I loveth thee, I loveth thee, with every breath, every song, every noteth-" the Piper ceased from another rant when his eyes lit up from a sudden idea- this intrigued the Huntsman.

"What? What is it, my Piper? What do you know?".

The Pied Piper locked eyes with the Huntsman, bouncing excitedly."We could runneth hence together, Huntsman. Just thee, me, thy arts, and mine own pipe. I can playeth thee mine own songs by a fireth, we can protecteth each other from beasts. Just sayeth aye, and it shalt beest done".

The Huntsman opened his mouth to answer, gulping as he stood up straight, backing away a bit.

"What? What is it, mine own loveth? Doth thee not wisheth to spendeth thy infinity with mineth?".

"No, no, no, that's not the problem. It's just...It can't be now" The Huntsman protested.

The Piper took a step toward his love, sliding his hood back."If be true not anon, then at which hour? Wherefore wilt we stall any longeth'r, just to truly be together? Some may calleth me a madman," he chuckled, spreading his arms out to his sides for a second."But I yelleth backeth yond I hast hath found true loveth within us, Huntsman. Thee were madeth for me, and I for thee. What is holding thee backeth, mine own dearest?" The Piper asked, looking at the Huntsman with puppy-dog eyes.

"I have been assigned to track down a girl. Sadly, I can't bring myself to bring you with me. It's...Quite the brutal mission. Despite any protests you may be thinking up, it's best for you to wait for me somewhere. Like...Firefly Hill, are you aware of Firefly Hill's whereabouts?" He smiled when the Pied Piper nodded.

"Those fireflies shineth not nearly as bright as thee doth, but I am all too acknown of where the Hill is".

The Huntsman blushed."Wait for me there, my Piper. I will be there soon, and then we shall run off together. Alright?".

The Piper smiled and nodded, pulling the Huntsman in to kiss him. This kiss was longer, and truly meaningful. The Piper knows the taste of the Huntsman's lips all too well at this point. When he sadly pulled away, he whispered to the Huntsman."I loveth thee, Huntsman. Truly, very much, deeply. I shall waiteth for thee, and then we shalt maketh our escapeth. I loveth thee".

"I love you too, my Piper. Now go, go to the hill. I'll be there soon" the Huntsman ordered, softly nudging the Piper away.

The Pied Piper grinned, stealing another kiss from the Huntsman. He took one last look at the Huntsman, up and down, then turned and started running."I loveth thee, Huntsman! I'll bid it to thee, and anyone who is't harks. I loveth thee, I loveth thee, I loveth thee! I shall waiteth for thee forever! One word from thee shall silence me forever. I hast to bid you- thee hast bewitched me, corse and soul. And I loveth, I loveth, I loveth thee. I never wisheth to beest did part from thee from this day on! I loveth thee!".

The Huntsman had a smile of true adoration on his face as he watched the Pied Piper run off, into the distance, towards the hill. He watched until the Piper was no more than a speak in the distance. Once his Piper was out of sight, the Huntsman sighed, and continued on his journey to find and kill Snow White. This will all be over with soon.

***

Robin flipped the page of The Great Gatsby, taking a swig from his bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. He was awaiting for Graham to come back from the dead, as Mr. Gold had promised, but he wasn't exactly holding up the highest expectations.

Then the doorbell rang.

Robin shot up from his couch, putting the bottle down, and putting his book down, drunkly forgetting to mark his page. He quickly wiped his eyes and fixed his hair (through he put on hos hood, ultimately covering it), taking a few deep breaths as he stumbled his front door."This is- is it..." Robin mumbled, opening the door.

And there stood Sheriff Swan."Robin" she greeted, giving him a quick smile.

Robin's expression faltered."Em-" he hiccuped, "Emma. Hi". Robin offered a lazy smile, leaning against the doorway for support."Sup, Sheriff?".

Emma furrowed her eyebrows, taking a quick whiff of Robin."Are you-...Robin, are you drunk? Seriously?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"Ah, drunk, schmunk. I'm barely even tipsy. Y'know, I was just reading The Great Gatsby, This is like, my, uhh, my third time reading- reading it and i still can't tell if- if it's about how the 'American Dream' is a sham or if Nick's plainly in love with Gatsby. I'm telling you, Emma, if that book was written nowadays? Nick and Gatsby's romance would be c- be crystal clear" Robin explained, waving his hand."Jack Daniels is filtering it all out, though".

"Okay, well..." Emma nodded, glancing around the inside of Robin's house, from what she could see over his shoulders."You haven't been at the playground playing to the kids like usual, so I just decided to come check up on you. I haven't even seen you all day today, not even at Granny's".

"'Like usual', more like before my- my muse died" Robin corrected, a hand over the pipe on his belt."And I-" he thought for a second, "oh, yea, no, I- I- I haven't come out like, once today". Robin giggled, shrugging."I appreciate the concern, Sheriff, bye-bye" he hummed, closing the door on Emma, who used her hand to put it back.

"Robin, I'm worried about you-".

"And I'm expecting somebody, so please-".

"Robbie, you're drunk, vulnerable, and alone, just let me-".

"What? Let you what? Help me? How? Magically bring Graham back to life? Take us all back in time, to a few weeks ago, back when he was still alive? He was alive, and I was happy, and making songs off of my pipe for him, but he'd let me release them to the general public. The light of my life, the muse to my art is gone, Emma. The most you can let me do is grieve in my own way" Robin snapped, huffing."You're making this a bigger-" he hiccuped, "bigger deal than it needs to be, Ems. So...Please, Sheriff-" saying 'Sheriff' to someone who wasn't Graham always felt like poison on Robin's tongue."Leave".

Emma took a deep breath, ready to say something. She looked Robin up and down, before finally nodding."Have a safe night, Robin. See you soon" Emma waved, turning and walking away.

Robin sniffed as he watched Emma walk off, hooded eyes filled with a void as he closed and locked the door, trudging back to his couch and flung himself onto it, only grabbing the bottle of alcohol. He brought a hand up to his neck, the ghost of his chain around it. Robin scoffed, drinking away the rest of the Jack Daniels. He pouted when he finished the bottle, putting it back on the table and closing his eyes, finalizing his decision to fall asleep on his couch. Again. Hood over his eyes like a sleeping mask. He took his pipe from his belt, tossing it onto the carpet and turning onto his side, his reflection staring back at him on the black TV screen.

"This was- was stupid..." Robin mumbled, feeling tears starting to form."I should- I should go get my chain back from Mr. Gold, first fucking thing t-tomorrow morning" he added, not taking to anyone in particular, but not to himself, either. Robin was just talking. About how stupid it was that the shady owner of a pawn shop could miraculously bring back the love of his musical life, after a sudden heart attack.

A heart attack that didn't even make sense, Graham was perfectly healthy. But that was for another drunk night. He's spend pretty much every night like this- reading Shakespeare or classic literature, drinking away until he falls asleep on his couch if he can't make his way all the way up to his bedroom, and not fall asleep on the stairs or in the hallway on the way. It's been like this, this has been his way of grieving every night if not brood in a corner booth of Granny's, or play sad tunes on his pipe at home, in attempts to make a song. But his creativity died along with Graham, and he needs Graham back with him more than anything.

Graham was his rock, his sun, moon, stars, and air. Graham was Robin's love, the only love of his life.

There was no one else Robin would dance around his living room with at night, no one for Robin to lose himself in the sight of. If he never heard Graham say his name again, Robin knows he'll go mad like a hatter. Graham is the only think Robin feels he got right, the only thing Robin would never give away, but he's clearly involuntarily made that mistake. He'll never truly be happy again, clearly. Just him, his alcohol, his classics, and his damned pipe.

And another damned ring at the doorbell.

"I said go away, Emma!" Robin called roughly, groaning in frustration."You gonna run me in? I- I don't feel like talking, I'm distraught" he told, draping his arm over his covered eyes.

Another ring.

"Kindly piss off, Emma. P-Please." Robin pleaded, wiping his eyes quickly.

Another ring, followed by two more.

"Fucks sake" Robin hissed, standing up. He staggered over to the front door, unlocking it and opening it."You're stubborn, Emma, and usually, sis, I-I'd praise that, but tonight, I don't wanna-" Robin stopped when he saw that it wasn't Emma.

Instead, there stood ex-Sheriff Graham Humbert, in all his leather-coated, doe-blue-eyed, curly-brown-haired glory. There he stood, at Robin's doorstep, alive, and breathing.

"I-..." Robin stared at Graham, confused."Graham...?".

"Robin" Graham breathlessly returned, gulping."Robin, oh my..." He had his hands on his hips.

"You're alive" Robin uttered, putting his hands on Graham's shoulders, then his cheeks."You're alive, y-you're alive, you're so fucking alive, o my god" he repeated, pulling Graham in for a hug.

Graham willingly hugged back, sniffing Robin."You smell like whiskey".

"Yea, it- it's Jack Daniels. After you...Y-Yea, I went down a sad, alcoholic, music-less hole, a- and- and I, I really just missed you. I didn't know how I could go on, hell, e-even if..." Robin stopped when Graham pulled away at that, hands on Robin's cheeks as he stared into the piper's eyes, inhaling sharply. Robin's eyes started sparkling with tears, as he put his hands over Graham's."I- I just...I couldn't, i dunno how to, uh, explain it. i missed you like hell, I had to get you back".

"Well, I won't ask how, but...I'm glad I'm here with you. Mind if I come in? Stay the night?" Graham asked, leaning in and kissing his forehead, pushing Robin's hood off to do so.

Robin nodded, stepping aside and closing the door behind Graham, locking it when the ex-Sheriff took his shoes off. He led Graham over to the couch, sitting down awkwardly and having his boyfriend sit next to him."I still can't- can't believe your back".

"Where's your chain?".

Robin raised his hand to his neck, remembering the absence of the silver jewelry."Oh, I-" he cleared his throat, "getting you back to me costed the- the chain. I- I'm sorry, I was desperate, and I was ready to give- give everything for you back. I love you, Graham, you know that. It was the only option I- I- I got".

Graham's eyes flicked up from Robin's neck to his sad, blue eyes, and sighed."Love me that much, eh?".

"I never want to be away from you from this night on, Graham, c-c'mon" Robin offered Graham a small smile.

"I'm buying you a new one, okay?" Graham chuckled, puling Robin into a hug."I love you, Robin Fifer. I'll never leave you, ever again".

Robin's smile grew when Graham said his name."I love you too. Now kiss me, I- I taste like whiskey, and I remember how much you love whiskey".

Graham pulled away, eyes trailing down to Robin's lips."Not nearly as much as I love you, but I do love kissing you" he replied, slowly leaning in and properly kissing Robin.

Robin slowly closed his eyes, savoring the kiss with Graham, a kiss he's been aching for, for weeks. And now he won't have to ache for it, ever again. Because Graham's back to him, and by Robin's pipe if he isn't here to stay.

#ouat #once upon a time #graham humbert #sheriff graham #sheriff graham humbert #the huntsman #canon x oc #oc x canon #male x male #oc x male #canon x male #the huntsman x male #sheriff graham x male #sheriff graham humbert x male #oc

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LISTEN I'LL PAY YOU LIKE MY WHOLE AMOUNT OF WORTH (LIKE 3 DOLLARS) IF YOU HAVE THE TIME TO WRITE ABOUT WHEN YURIO GOT MAD AT OTABEK FOR HIS NIGHTMARE ABOUT HIM MARRYING DMITRY. LIKE, I CAN JUST IMAGINE HOW OTABEK VALIANTLY TRYING TO CONVINCE HIS INNOCENCE DESPITE THE CONSTANT HISSING AND SCREECHING BEFORE BEING HUNG UP ON BY HIS DARLING YURA. HOW DMITRY HAS TO SURVIVE THE CONSTANT ATTEMPTS OF ASSASSINATION ON HIS LIFE AND CURSING HIS PREDICAMENT. then the sweet reunion and makeup sex that follow

story being referenced: every time I try, every time I win

Anon, I adore you for this prompt/request and will try to have the complete version up by the end of the month. I’m currently writing a soulmate AU but took a break from it and binge wrote for half an hour. Sorry I don’t have time to finish, but I promise to fulfill every part of your request when I do publish.

Day Four (Thursday)

The thing is, Mila doesn’t call. Text him vague threats when he first began dating Yuri, speaking not just for her own protective instincts but also the vengeful wrath of the Russian Skating Federation, specifically members coached by Yakov? Absolutely. Tag him across the spectrum of social media accounts he is lovingly bullied to use at least once a month? Constantly. Send him adorable pictures as Yuri cuddles with his cat or breathtakingly lovely images of Yuri, taken as his back creates a graceful arc on the ice? Happily and with pleasure.

So when he ends practice to see three missed calls, two voice mails, and a few texts, his heart plummets out of his body, sinking to the core of the earth.

Yuri.

Flawless composure abandons him as his fingers shake, thumb pressing the call button. He can’t control his limbs long enough to remove his second skate. The taste of bile might be permanently ingrained on his tongue at this rate, a disgust he will gladly cope with the moment someone reassures him Yuri hasn’t wound up in the hospital or the local jail. He’s not sure which is less plausible.

“Otabek!” Mila’s voice calls him to attention, almost sing-song as it separates the syllables of his name.

Immediately, Otabek’s panic mellows, a dull thrum instead of a thumping beat.

“Is Yuri okay?” His voice doesn’t waver, but he still can’t manage to stop the nervous twitch of his fingers.

“Your boyfriend is being especially bratty,” she declares, and Otabek realizes he’s in for a new hell. Normally, Mila refuses to claim Yuri as one of hers when he’s being a dick, but she sounds happier than past experiences allow. Her voice is musical, teasing, and Otabek understands Yuri can hear them.

Faintly, “You hag! Put down your damn phone and check your makeup. The wrinkles are showing!” echoes across the miles between Almaty and St. Petersburg.

“See? Such an ugly mood for our Yura,” she croons, and clearly he has become spectator not participant.

“HANG UP THE PHONE!”

“No!” There’s a crash in the background, more shrieks. Otabek puts the phone on speaker and places it on the locker room bench while he sips his water, grateful to lose the sick taste in his mouth from before. He’s managed to remove his other skate and change his shirt before Mila returns, victorious in abandoning Yuri but simultaneously riling him up with the knowledge Otabek is about to know something.

Otabek is glad his relationship with his family does not reflect in the Mila-Yuri dynamic.

“Ah, that was fun.” She sounds winded for a professional athlete, but Otabek doesn’t comment, slightly impatient for her to tell him about Yuri now that he’s calmed.

“Is Yuri okay?” He starts again.

“You tell me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Has Yuri been off when you speak?” Mila asks, finally calm.

Ah. This indeed is something for him to deal with.

“What has he done?”

“I have a list,” she announces brightly. A brief cough, a hum of her throat follow, and Otabek wonders if there’s something in the water at Yakov’s rink considering his least dramatic student of the past decade was Georgi Popovich.

(Yuri is the love of his life, but he thrives on dysfunction to an alarming extent. Otabek understands this; it is why they’ve managed to stay together for the past three years.)

“To start, he refused to leave practice yesterday. Victor chased him around for nearly twenty minutes until he caught him and dragged him off. Did you see my upload?”

“No, but I’ll check when we’re done speaking.” He hopes it isn’t on Instagram. He doesn’t want to deal with the comments from Yuri’s fans.

“Yuri keeps growling at one of our skaters, a boy named Dmitry. Someone has found him under a kitchen table, crying, every day since the week began. For some reason, he’s wearing a helmet and runs out of the room whenever Yuri enters. Do you know about that?”

“I forgot you had a Dmitry at your rink,” Otabek replies flatly, memory blank as he tries to recall Yuri ever mentioning a Dmitry.

“Yuri calls him Tiny Bastard if that helps?” Mila offers, and Otabek sighs.

It does. Tragically, it does.

That damn dream.

Sometimes Otabek wonders if he’s become more dramatic since Yuri twirled his way into the center of his universe.

This phone call is all the proof he needs.

Cue like 5k words, mainly in Yuri’s POV (idk why I did this in Otabek’s) where he awakens from a bad dream, takes it out on everyone, just constantly hangs up on Otabek to the point where Otabek goes to a store to make sure the hissing and disconnection isn’t his actual phone but his moody boyfriend.

Otabek has no idea what’s going on until he’s like, flowers. Flowers fix everything. But they don’t. God help him, they don’t.

Eventually he flies over and bam, awesome sex despite the fact he’s in love with an idiot.

Oh, Dmitry is an OC I did for another fic ‘soldier boy’. You can find out more about him here. The two stories aren’t in the same universe, but he was literally created as a comedic joke character who fears the wrath of Yuri Plisetsky so it seemed fitting to bring him in.

#every time i try #answering anon #my writing #otayuri #fic #anon #every time i try every time i win

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