#you spend you're whole life in a dark tunnel waiting to see the light that you start to wonder if it's even real

[pathofelation]

i keep remembering i'll be going into emergency medicine and i am filled with both so much joy and so much fear. like.. woah dude.. i was not expecting to get this far. you mean i'm really gonna do that? you mean i am given the privilege to help people like that? you mean i am given the chance to be in a position to serve my community and the people around me in such a tangible way? you mean the kid i never got to be would be happy to see me now? like woah.. hey there.. let me sit down for a second that's a lot.

ignore the essay i wrote in the tags. it's a night /humorous

[beef-brisket]

Adam: really? That's a... interesting thing to have here

Lucifer: it's in the Greed Ring, Mammon jumped at the chance to build it there when I mentioned it

Adam: will I meet him?

Lucifer: not tomorrow, soon though Adam, I'll introduce you to all the Sins. There's a few I haven't seen in a long time because of Liliths... pettiness. But don't worry about that right now- let's enjoy the rest of this amazing night.

The next morning, Lucifer was packing up the food they had last night. As he his way to the laundry room room, he called out to Adam.

Lucifer: ADDIE! Start getting ready! We're leaving within the hour!

Adam: okay Luci!

Adam called from theor shared room, he was weirdly nervous about today, he's never left Lucifers mansion before and he's never seen Hell- everything he did she was from the windows around the place.

He couldn't help but wondered what the people were like, and Lucifer said about meeting the Sins at some point, he was actually excited about that. But a theme park? The way Lucifer explained it last night made his lungs seize up.

"Hundreds of people" He said. The most people he's been around were six, and that didn't end well. He really hoped the people of Hell were kinder than the angels.

After spending 15 minutes at LuLu Land, Adam was proved very wrong. They were horrible! Some people were getting stabbed while they waited in line, others got robbed. Adam was thankful that he was with Lucifer- the most that happened to him was being catcalled but the sinner quickly ran off when Lucifer made his presents known.

Since then he's seen eyes on him. Surely it was because he was with Luci, he was the King, after all.

They walked up to a huge ride, that looked like a giant tunnel, it was so dark that Adam couldn't see far inside. But it was the screaming that caught his attention. It was so loud- echoing from the tunnel. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go on this ride.

Adam: L-Luci-

Lucifer: wait here, dove. There's someone I need to see

Lucifer turned to Adam, he could tell he's been on edge all day, so he offered him a warm smile.

Lucifer: I won't be long, Addie, I'm going to make you have the ride of your life~

Adam watched as Lucifer walked away, heading to the corner of the tunnel ride. He was talking to some weird looking ride with two sets of arms. That's kind of cool, Adam was wishing he had four arms now.

Adam looked around the park, trying to see what all the fuss was about. There were way too many people to really see anything. All the flashing lights were getting to Adam, making his head hurt.

He decided to scan the crowd. He stopped on three sinners that were chatting between themselves and looking at him. One started laughing.

Adam felt instantly uncomfortable, so he looked to where Lucifer was, only to find him gone. This was fine, he'll be back soon. He hoped.

Just as Adam glanced back towards the men, he felt something wrap around his neck and mouth, stopping any noise from coming out. He started to panic, and thrash around, only for his arms and legs to be grabbed and held together.

He couldn't take his eyes off where Lucifer had been as he was dragged away, behind another ride, it was too quiet back here. And too dark.

Sinner 1: calm down baby~. We ain't here to hurt ya- as long as you do as i say-

Adam couldn't say anything and he really didn't feel like acknowledging anything the man said. He just wanted to get away.

Sinner 1: we need into the Kings house-

Sinner 3: and you've been on his ass the whole night!

Sinner 2: so no telling his highness- you're going ta get us in there!

Adam: shook his head no, or tried to.

Sinner 1: that wasn't a fucking question.

Adam couldn't look away from the man in front of him. He wanted Luci, he really needed him.

Hiya! I have another au for you! I'm loving our vampire rp, it's so good! I'm really enjoying it!

This one is a little different, with a darker Lucifer, which I'm really starting to love.

The idea is that after Adam and Eve were cast out, Lucifer and Lilith became extremely powerful, Lucifer could rival in power to the strongest archangels and maybe even god himself.

The idea in this is that after falling, Lucifer and Lilith blamed each other for the fall and separated. Lilith was queen of the lower rings, while Lucifer ruled the upper rings. He's more powerful than her because of his angel status, but he let's her do her own thing, as long as she's not causing trouble.

Lucifer eventually taps into the raw power of Hell, which slowly starts tainting his mind, he's still him but he can lose control sometimes. Heaven eventually starts to learn how powerful Hell is and what can happen to Lucifer and Liltih- power wise. So they start making an army, creating angels specifically for war.

Lucifer has a few angels in Heaven that speak to him in secret, angels that don't agree with Heavans rules and secretly. They keep him up to date on what Heavens up to, so he starts forging a plan after learning of the angelic army.

Once Adam and Eve die, and they arrive in Heaven. Eve starts to live her afterlife in peace, waiting for her children.

Lucifer learned of a new weapon Heaven was making, something that could control a part of Heavens power. Once he learns that new weapon will be Adam, Lucifer decides to take Adam for himself.

Luicfer manages to get himself back into heaven, without them knowing, he's shocked to see that he was completely remade, hopefully his memories were in tacked.

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Lucifer materialized in a cage-like room, he had no idea something this dark and unkempt could belong in Heaven. It made him almost uneasy.

Lucifer: why would they keep their precious first man here?

The darkness was almost suffocating, like it was affecting the air itself. The angelic steel bars still managed to shine bright, using that light, Lucifer squinted inside the cage, his eyes widened as he saw the vague outline of a body, kneeling on the floor, a chain connecting to the back wall to a silver collar around their neck.

Lucifer: Adam? Buddy, is that you? Long time no see-!

The body moved, head tilting up, and looking ahead. The scrapping of heavy chains against the stone floor made Lucifer wince a tad. Why are they using such thick chains on him? He's a human, nothing special.

Lucifer: I know we left off on a bad note! But I'd like to make it up to you~ let me help you with whatever the HELL Heaven is doing to you, huh?

Lucifer stuck his arm through the bars, smiling as the metal started to bed and melt away. His smile stopped as a giant hand reached out, and grabbed his hand. The amount of strength was impressive, Lucifer was so confused- he followed the outline of the person as they stood.

Lucifer: you're a big fuck aren't you-?

Adam: w-will you help me? I-it hurts-

Lucifer: I can see that buddy, I'll help you! But you have to do something for me~

Lucifer pulled his hand away, and straightened his outfit. It's taking a lot of his power to stay in Heaven, hidden.

Adam: y-yes sir, what do you need?

Lucifer: stop with the formalities Adam! We've been friends- well, acquaintances for years now!

Adam: I-I'm sorry sir- I don't know you, Heavens never introduced u-us-. P-please forgive me f-for not knowing you

Adam starts to collapse, but manages to catch himself against the wall. Never heard of him? Lucifer is definitely confused now. Fucking Heaven, they really think there's a good enough reason to mess with a humans memories? Why Adam? Why did the angels pick him? It doesn't matter at the moment, Lucifer needs to make his deal, let Adam fall to Hell, and set his plan into motion.

Lucifer: i- uh... never mind that right now buddy, I'll explain everything later. If you make a deal with me, I can help you!

Adam: w-what do you need from me-?

Lucifer: oh, nothing much~ just your soul~ aand your loyalty, company, body amd whatever power you have~! All for your freedom. You will cone with me, stay with me, at my home~ you'll be free Adam, free to speak your mind, do whatever you want, within reason of course- and most importantly, think for yourself.

Lucifer smiled as Adam made his way over to the edge of the cage, he was unsteady but doing a good job at staying up right. Although that chain wasn't helping. Lucifer couldn't help but gasp, as Adam's face came into what little light the bars had. His eyes were gold. Brighter than any other angels, shone like Hell fire.

Lucifer whispered: you're perfect...

Adam: I'll take your deal- please, get m-me out o-of here- please

Lucifer: of course, Adam! All you have to do, is shake my hand~

Adam watched as a clawed, black ashen hand slipped through the bars. He felt uneasy about this man- angel? He looks familiar but then he was sure he'd remember someone that looked like that.

He reaches out weakly, grabbing Lucifers hand. He jumps and is amazed by the golden light the swirls around them, he can feel it running through his veins like blood. He couldn't help but follow the golden light. His angelic chain drops off his neck, only to be replaced by a golden one. Lucifer couldn't help but think how beautiful Adam looked, covered in gold. It was really his colour.

Lucifer looked on with awe as he saw Adam fully. His golden wings rested weakly against the floor, his eyes wide with that curiosity that Lucifer loved so much. He couldn't help but glare as he saw the cuts and bruises that littered his body and how thin he looked. He was definitely taller, but surely Heaven would feed the man.

Lucifer: great! Now, the fun part~

Adam stood back as Lucifer began to melt the steel cage.

Lucifer: there~. Now, we must be quick, we do t want any extra company, do we~?

Adam: n-no sir-

As Adam began to limp out of the cage, he stopped as Lucifer put his hand on his chest, forceful enough to push him back slightly.

Lucifer: now, none of that 'sir' thing Addie~. Even though I am now your king, I was your friend first. Do you know my name?

Adam tried to think of a name, his head started to pound, like he was reaching into some void.

Adam: n-no- I- Agh! It hurts to t-think- to remember

Lucifer glared at the flood, fucking Heaven. He smiled up at Adam, it wasn't his fault.

Lucifer: my name is Lucifer, the king of Hell~! But that last bit isn't important right now, let's go Adam.

Adam grabbed Lucifer's hand, and they walked to the middle of the room, he felt so safe with Lucifer. His hand felt perfect in his, like they were made to be together. Adam couldn't stop looking at him, he was beautiful. He's never seen eyes so red, or skin so smooth. He couldn't help but be fascinated by his clothes-

Lucifer: hold on tight Addie~ I won't drop you, but I need you to hold on

The floor underneath the. Burned to life, a burning circle with strange lettering appeared. Just as Adam was taking it in, he felt a gust of wind made him cover his eyes. When he opened, he was amazed to see Lucifers white and red wings, three sets of them! He's only seen a few angels with multiple sets of wings, but none were as beautiful as Lucifers. Adam couldn't help but reach out and graze a feather with his finger.

Lucifer: you'll get a good touch when we get home Addie~ now, say goodbye to the angels~

Fire from the circle surrounded them, the heat was almost unbearable.

The next thing Adam knew; they were falling.

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The whole idea is a battle between Heaven and Hell. Lucifer is super possessive of Adam, originally using him as a weapon to help him bring down and take control of Heaven. But Lucifer can't help but start having feelings from Eden resurface, it's either a blessing or a curse that Adam doesn't remember anything. Maybe he can make the first man fall for him again, and they can rule over Hell and Heaven together.

Hopefully this is interesting in someway 💀

Okay- bye!

Oh this is SUPER INTERESTING!!! How do you come up with this stuff it's amazing. Also, I love possessive Lucifer lol

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Adam saw a world bathed mainly in different hues of red, even the sky was red with a giant star.

What was this place?

Lucifer was torn between watching where he was flying and looking at Adams face that was filled with curiosity trying to figure out where the Hell he was.

Literally Hell.

Lucifer dipped down and made a way towards Morningstar Manor and he touched down lightly at the front of the house as he held Adam close.

Lucifer: Let's get you settled in okay? You know, before the physical changes catch up with you and wipe you out.

Adam didn't know what he was talking about but he didn't really care. He was finally out of that cage to never be chained up like an animal ever again.

Lucifer took him inside, first to the kitchen so the poor man could get something to fucking eat. It looked like he hadn't eaten since he died.

He got his chef to cook a lavish meal for Adam to make sure the first man was full.

Adam: Thank you...

Lucifer ran his fingers through Adams hair, loving how soft the brown strands were.

Lucifer: You'll need your strength.~

[haught-n-cold-gay]

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A Wynonna Earp (Wynsita) one-shot that can also be read on AO3

“Don’t.”

Rosita stared at her, startled by the other woman’s inability to look her in the eyes (instead she gazed gauntly at her glass of whiskey). Wynonna, for the whole time that she knew her, had always been stubborn and courageous. And yet it was this that she was still hung up on.

“This was our plan,” the bartender argued, her words clinging to the back of her throat desperately, trying to not get emotional.

With all the energy she could muster, Wynonna finally looked up at her, showing her red and glassy eyes. “Not anymore.”

Rosita groaned miserably and set the shot glass she was holding down onto the bar, shattering it into thousands of little pieces. The Heir didn’t even flinch.

“You can’t keep changing your mind. We decided this years ago. You can’t just back out because you're…”

Wynonna’s eyes flashed with fury as she said, “Because what? Because I’m terrified? Because I’m a pussy? Because I’ve become too soft?”

Rosita bit her lip and felt words try to come out of her mouth that came from her heart. Words that would calm and comfort the other woman. Words that would… No. She wouldn’t let them get out. Anger was easier. She could fake it without any problem.

“Yeah,” she lied. “Maybe it’s all of the above. You have become ignorant. You think I’ll just follow along with whatever you say. Well, I won’t. I have a choice. Fuck, Wy, it’s my goddamn choice.”

Wynonna wiped her tears and crossed her arms. She obviously didn’t agree. There was no way that she was giving in. Not now. Not ever.

“I have the final say, Ros. You know I do. You can’t do this without me.”

Rosita knew that the brunette was technically right, but she did not back down. Not in the slightest. She knew Wynonna as well as anyone (probably better than anyone). She knew how her blood boiled.

The Revenant twitched and almost made the sound of a growl as her eyes turned red for the first time in years.

On instinct, Wynonna reached for Peacemaker, her heart almost stopping as it happened. She gripped the gun and felt as it warmed beneath her fingers. The gun wanted to fire, but Wynonna didn’t. She couldn’t shoot.

Rosita noticed her resistance and roared louder, her hands crushing the glass, blood spilling from them as if she couldn’t feel a thing. She leaned forward, snarling. She wanted Wynonna to see the monster.

With a darker, almost fake voice, Rosita muttered, “I’ll kill your child and eat her. I’ll enjoy it.”

Wynonna felt her hands move without her thinking. She rose the gun to the Revenant’s forehead, making Peacemaker light up blue. Her hands were shaking and tears flowed freely from her eyes.

“Do it!” The Revenant screamed, her voice sounding demonic and oh-so un-Rosita like. “Pull the trigger.”

Wynonna drew back the hammer and noticed as the Revenant flinched before closing her eyes. She didn’t want to see Wynonna pull the trigger. With closed eyes, all that was left of her was human in the Heir’s eyes. It was Rosita. She lowered Peacemaker and waited for the woman to realize what she hadn't done.

Slowly, Rosita opened her eyes at the persistent silence and all she saw was the guilt in the brunette’s eyes. She couldn’t do it.

“Wynonna—”

“No,” Wynonna stated breathlessly as she shook her head, feeling the urge to throw up after how close she had come to pulling the trigger. “No. Not today.”

Rosita whispered with sudden gentleness, “When, then, baby?”

The Heir glared at her and answered, “How does never sound?”

“You promised—”

“I can’t do it!” Wynonna yelled, interrupting her with ferocity and desperation. “I can’t pull the trigger. Not on you.”

Rosita’s inner urge was to move out from behind the distance of the bar and wrap her arms around the woman she had spent years with. She had to fight it. Caring for her would just make it harder.

“First, we decided you would do it when all the other Revenants were dead,” Rosita started to list. “Then, it was when you turned turn thirty-three. And now it’s today. Ali’s birthday. She’s seven, babe. We can’t keep delaying it.”

“We can,” Wynonna argued furiously. “I need more time.”

“No! We can’t risk it. We can’t do this to Ali. We can’t be selfish.”

“You can’t expect me to just kill my daughter’s other parent! You can’t!” Wynonna clasped the side of the bar, barely feeling steady anymore. She felt nauseous and empty and all she wanted was to hold Alice and Rosita and never let go.

The Revenant faltered for a second. She knew this would be difficult, but she didn’t think that it would be impossible. Though, after years of Wynonna pushing this back, she shouldn’t have been too surprised.

“So, what? You let me live and wait for Alice to get the curse so that she has to be the one that kills me? Even you know that’s fucked up.”

Alice was the most important thing to Wynonna. But Rosita? She’d been there for her ever since Wynonna found her in a tunnel, consumed by her own mind from her last trip to Hell. Wynonna took care of her, surprising everyone, and even more herself and her new partner. Rosita slowly wormed her way into the brunette’s heart and found her place at the homestead, helping her fight the rest of the Revenants and get ready to bring her daughter home. After Wynonna, Doc, and Waverly, Rosita was the first to hold Alice. And she was always there while she grew up.

“I don’t— I can't!”

“Do it for Alice,” Rosita begged. “Give her a normal life that we didn’t get to have. Please.”

“She needs you,” Wynonna sobbed. “I can’t do this without you.”

Rosita felt her heart sink and break into thousands of pieces like the glass that had carved into her skin. She was failing and the more they talked, the more she wanted to give up too. She had to try a new tactic.

“I shouldn’t have let you help me or moved in with you. What’s wrong with you to make you want to take care of a Revhead? You got your sis and Doc back and you wanted to spend time with me . Your enemy. I shouldn’t have fought by your side, killing my own kind. You let your enemy into your life and your bed and your home. Who lets their enemy help raise their child? I shouldn’t have agreed to any of it. It’s fucking pathetic.”

Wynonna knew what Rosita was trying to do, but the words still hurt. She felt them burn and fester in her chest before they exploded.

“I have two curses. Not only do I have to send seventy-seven Revenants back to Hell, but I also have to kill the woman I love. It’s a motherfucking tragedy.”

Love. It had never been said out loud. Not during the late-night snuggling and movies, epic battles against the things that go bump in the dark, passionate sex in the morning, shower kisses, bedtime stories with Alice, or any of their other daily moments spent together. They were two broken women who mended together while raising a daughter. Their love was unspoken.

The truth was, Rosita didn’t want to die. She wanted to grow old with Wynonna, get married, maybe even pop out a few more kids. But the more time they spent together, the harder the inevitability became. For Alice to be free, Rosita had to die. And there was nothing she could do about that.

Wynonna walked around the bar and found the woman stiff and uninviting as she reached out for her.

“Don’t touch me, Wynonna.”

Of course, Wynonna didn’t listen. She tried to touch her, but Rosita kept moving away. Eventually, after a few minutes of dodging her, Wynonna cornered her to a wall and Rosita had nowhere else to go. Finally, the Heir grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace. Like a switch turned off, the Revenant began to sob on Wynonna’s shoulder, unable to hold it in any longer.

Wynonna was right. It was a motherfucking tragedy.

“I’m so sorry,” Wynonna apologized into Rosita’s neck and breathed the woman in, trying to take in as much of her as she could. “I know I said I would do it, but…”

“I know,” Rosita croaked with hopelessness. She knew that Wynonna couldn’t do it. She loved her for it. She hated her for it. “I know, baby.”

Wynonna knew that she wasn’t being fair. To Rosita or her own daughter. She knew that she was the bad guy, here. But she knew nothing would make her pull the trigger.

“We’ll find a different solution,” the Heir promised her, her voice trying to sound sure even though she wasn’t. “We’ll end the curse another way. We’ll get the gang together so we can figure this out. You can stay with me and you’ll never have to go to Hell again. I’ll take care of you.”

Rosita knew that there wasn’t another way to end the curse, but she couldn’t say that out loud. She didn’t want to break Wynonna’s heart. She didn’t want to tell the woman that she loved that they would have to come back to this in a few years time. That at some point Wynonna had to point and shoot.

But in the meantime, they could pretend that she wouldn’t have to. They would love and love and love until the day came and it would all end.

[newtxtinaforever]

Everything Has Changed

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All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before

And all I've seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles

And your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like

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Tina's POV

What hadn't I encountered in the past forty-eight hours? Upon meeting Mr. Newt Scamander, my already crumbling world was thrown into an even larger pit of chaos. Several people had died, including Credence. I had failed to save him from his adoptive mother and my own co-workers as well, which made me a pretty lousy Auror. After nearly being executed for assisting a criminal, what chance did I have at reclaiming my job?

Thankfully, there was one good thing to come out of all this destruction. Newt and I had become friends through the process of finding his creatures, which turned out to be very different from the kind of connection we shared when we first met. If I've learned anything in the past couple of days, it's that things (people in particular) are not always what they seem. I still found it hard to believe that Graves was Grindelwald in disguise. How long had he pretended to be my former boss? With a horrible feeling in my stomach, I remembered how Graves wiped the mustard off of my lip after I had stormed into the Major Investigative department. It had been Grindelwald all along. I quickly turned my mind to other matters.

All the creatures I had seen recently (not to mention rules I'd broken) made me feel as if I was living someone else's life. Who was this alternate version of myself and where did she come from? Perhaps she had been kept hidden under the surface for so long that she had been forgotten. After all, doing so was necessary in order to perform well at my job. That's why many criminals turned out to be nothing more than normal people who felt as if they had no other choice. They did what they had to do to get the job done.

Then there was Mr. Kowalski. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Newt's carelessness had hopelessly entangled him into the world I worked so hard to protect, the one that was being threatened by the darkest wizard of all time. Even if Newt's creatures hadn't escaped, there was still the destruction caused by the Obscurus (unfortunately Credence) to deal with. Well, it was dealt with, all right. Enough dwelling on the past, Tina, I scolded myself. It was rare for me to do so, but the past few months had been tough and I could feel myself sinking deeper into a place of hopelessness more than ever before.

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And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies the beautiful kind

Making up for lost time, taking flight, making me feel right

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Despite all that had transpired, I could recognize some sort of light in this continuous tunnel of darkness. Besides meeting Newt, I had been reminded of what it felt like to be an Auror. I wasn't exactly on the right side this time, but the rush of adrenaline felt eerily similar. After playing by the rules for so long, I had experienced a taste of what it was like to be on the run. My mind still had a hard time believing that I had been in such a perilous position. It wasn't every day that I got my own wanted poster.

The past forty-eight hours were definitely impulsive, to say the least. I acted on my instincts, which proved to be right in the end. Thank goodness. I don't know what I'd have done if things had turned out worse than they did. It didn't always work, but sometimes refusing to acknowledge the worst possible outcome allowed me to believe in the more average yet more likely outcomes of any given situation. If I had to describe it, I'd say that dwelling on the worst thing that could happen often made me feel trapped. It made me feel like it was the only option and that there was no hope. Whatever I faced, I had to think positively, something I struggled with considering my childhood.

It's hard to 'think happy thoughts' when your parents die young and you're left alone to raise your younger sister. There was no time for wishful thinking or innocent daydreams, not when someone else depended on me. I clearly remember Queenie leaning against me, her head on my shoulder, asking, "When do you think I'll meet my husband?" I smiled weakly, the direct result of a hardened heart. Tired and a tiny bit irritable (but trying my best not to show it), I replied, "I don't know." There wasn't time for me to fantasize about my future husband (did he even exist?), and it showed.

On the flip side, Queenie thoroughly enjoyed pretending to be the damsel in distress. She could defend herself, don't get me wrong, but she also didn't mind donning a pretty pink dress while I came to her rescue. As much as Queenie enjoyed being the princess, I equally enjoyed playing the role of her savior. After all, guys weren't the only ones with the power to save others. Perhaps it was this specific moment in time that sealed my fate. The day our parents died, it seemed like the whole world had fallen on my shoulders. So I did what I had always done best: taking care of others.

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Come back and tell me why

I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time

And meet me there tonight

And let me know that it's not all in my mind

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"Come on, Teenie. Please?" my sister whined. "Alright, I'll go" came my reluctant response. Every part of me wanted to stay home and spend some time alone yet I knew how important this Valentine's Day dance was to Queenie. She had been going on about it as soon as she had found out. Not only that, but she insisted I accompany her to fulfill my duties as a sister and wing-woman. I could tell she was still hung up over Jacob, so I ultimately agreed, shaking my head as I slipped on the dress I wore whenever I had to go undercover. Here goes nothing.

I smiled as I watched Queenie enchant yet another lovestruck lad, no magic necessary. Her looks were more than enough to persuade practically any man to dance with her, even those that came with dates. She simply had an unspoken connection with everyone, some sort of invisible quality that allowed her to fit in wherever she went. Despite my best efforts, I was a little bit jealous. I knew she struggled in other areas and found her Legilimency to be a burden sometimes, but I envied how easily people liked her. Queenie was sweet and someone others could relate to. Me? Not so much.

As I watched my sister dance, I couldn't help but think back to the question she asked me during our childhood. I manipulated it slightly so that I would have to answer it on my own behalf. When would I meet my future husband? An even bigger question formulated before I could stop it: what if I had already met him? After all, there was no guaranteed way of knowing who my future husband was until we were married, and I had no idea when that would be. I wasn't exactly against the idea of marriage, but I also didn't see any reason to rush into things. In fact, I thought it made more sense to wait before settling down. Unfortunately, my fellow Americans didn't share this philosphy.

I would never admit it to anyone other than myself (even that was a challenge), but I had truly missed Newt and hoped he would return to America. He had unintentionally caused a large amount of trouble, sure, but there was something about him that made me want to learn more. More about him, more about his creatures, etc. Thankfully, we had been sending letters back and forth since that day on the docks. I thoroughly enjoyed receiving a letter from Newt; it was a Goldstein family ritual. Every time a letter came in, Queenie and I would huddle together and read it silently, my thoughts practically spoken aloud as I read. Sometimes I wished I was the only one who read the letters-they were addressed to me, after all-yet I knew they made Queenie happy to know that I was happy.

My peaceful thoughts continued as I reminisced on recent moments. Reality bled through just a little, flashes of Queenie dancing coming into focus. The two intertwined to form a nice fantasy where Newt was here and the possibilities were endless. I knew daydreaming was childish (not to mention pointless), but pretending Newt was somewhere in the crowd gave me a sense of contentment. I could dance with him, and Queenie would surely make things less awkward between us. My heart fluttered at the thought of it. With a lighthearted smile, I sighed, hoping that Newt felt even the slightest amount of affection that I felt for him.

fanfic by me, fanvid by @clairelizabeths (mrsmaisels on YouTube)

[ahhhsami]

If you're still taking prompts, how about a fic where Korra is a quadriplegic former athlete who attends college with her service dog? Naga is normally very well behaved on campus, until one day she goes off leash and tackles the most beautiful girl Korra's ever seen. Doggo assisted meet cute for Korra and Asami, heh.

Similar ideas to this have definitely been done before, but here’s my take on it. (AO3 Link)

Korra’s father kneeled down in front of her, so that he could look her in the eye. He placed his hand over his daughters and smiled softly.

“If you need anything just call. You’ve got this, Little Bear.”

Korra rolled her eyes at her father. “Thanks, but you’re kind of being embarrassing.”

Tonraq’s thick laughter filled Korra’s ears as he stood at his full height. “You better pay attention, don’t ogle too many girls. I heard this place is full of the smartest and prettiest.”

“Oh really?” Korra chuckled. “Maybe I’ll be ogling the guys.”

“It doesn’t matter who you’re looking at… just pay attention and get that diploma.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t start this!”

Tonraq waved off Korra as he got back into the van.

“Have fun and good luck,” he said through the rolled down window.

“I’ll try to.”

Korra watched as her father drove away. She took in a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out. She looked down and smiled softly.

“You ready, Naga?” she asked her service dog.

Naga looked up at her with her big brown eyes and Korra’s smile grew. She moved her shaky hand to the joystick on her power chair and begin her first real day of being a college student.

It took time, but Korra gradually got used to the looks she got from the other students. At least in her classes people had been accepting, but she still got those leering looks at times from people not used to seeing a student with such a visible disability.

She hadn’t always been like this. She hadn’t always been paralyzed from her neck down with very limited movement in her arms and above her neck. She used to be the most active person out there. She was someone who was never able to sit still, always doing something. She had been coordinated and athletic, to the point that she had earned a scholarship her junior year in high school for hockey. She had been at the top of her game when the accident had happened. When she had taken a blind check that resulted in her back injury.

After that, Korra had gone through some very dark and hard times. She struggled to wake up and get on with her day. She struggled to stay in contact with her friends. She struggled to even interact with her parents. Even now she struggled, but she was definitely in a better space.

Korra was smart, smarter than the average student and luckily the college that had first given her the scholarship, didn’t retract it. They gave her academic scholarships instead, allowing her to pursue her love of psychology and human behavior.

The fact that she hadn’t lost her scholarship, was the first big step of her getting through her hardest of times. The next was the help of the service dog that her parents had gotten her. Naga wasn’t just a service dog, she was her companion, her best friend. She was there when she needed someone to talk to without being judged. She was just there and that’s what she needed. The next big step was her realizing that her life wasn’t over. Sports had been her life, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t find a new passion and a reason to live. What became her new passion was the ability to help people. She joined therapy groups and realized that she was empathetic, good at reading people, a good listening, and could process things objectively. It was clear to her and her parents that she’d found her new path. The path of helping people who were going through similar struggles as her. A path that allowed her to show that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, even if it didn’t seem so.

So that’s what brought Korra to majoring in psychology. That’s what brought her to going through the hallways of the newly remodeled building, Naga right by her side.

“Door,” she said softly, only loud enough for Naga to pick up.

Naga instantly moved to the handicap button and pushed a large paw against it. She waited for Korra to go through and then followed after her, eventually falling into stride beside her.

“Good, girl,” Korra praised. “We’re off to Kingsbury… time to slowly die in calc.”

Naga huffed in response, causing Korra to smile.

The campus was fairly large, but was definitely wheelchair accessible. The sidewalks were wide and without cracks. There weren’t large hills or places only accessible by stairs. That was one huge thing that helped Korra decide that the college was still the right place for her.

Naga and her made their way through the large courtyard, getting close and closer to Kingsbury. It usually took Korra five minutes to get from this class to the next, which was fine since she had thirty minutes in between. She often would wait outside the building, mainly people watching and enjoying the nice weather. Today was no different. Her goal was to find a nice shady spot to relax and allow her to think and have a moment.

That at least had been the goal until Naga had veered off the path and started dashing through the freshly trimmed grass.

“Naga!” Korra shouted.

She turned her chair, cutting someone off. “Sorry!” she shouted back at them as she tried to follow her dog. She was glad that her chair was made for all terrains, although it wasn’t very fast and she had no chance of catching up to the dog at full tilt.

“Naga!” she shouted again. “Come back.” Korra’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she watched her service dog leap into the air. The large dog’s paws landed on the back of a taller woman, causing her to stumble forward and for her to fall to her knees. “Naga!” Korra shouted, still quite a ways from her.

She watched in horror as Naga rounded the woman and started licking her face as if she’d known her her whole life. When Korra got closer, she was surprised to hear laughter and a warm voice coming from the woman.

“Hey there, cutie. Where’d you come from?”

“Is this your dog?”

Korra looked up to see a tall guy with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Uh, yeah. I’m so sorry… she’s not usually like this.” Korra swallowed the lump in her throat, not really sure what else to say.

At hearing an unfamiliar voice, the woman who had been mauled by Naga turned her head and smiled at Korra. Korra’s breath hitched as she took in the beautiful woman. When her father had said that the school had the prettiest girls, she hadn’t fully agreed until this very moment. This woman was breathtaking.

“It’s fine. She’s adorable and it’s nice seeing a dog around here.” The woman turned back to take Naga’s face into her hands and rubbed her adoringly. “It should be a crime to not let students have pets.”

Korra chuckled at this. “Well she seems to like you… I mean she did just sprint through the whole courtyard just to jump on your back. I swear she’s normally not like this.”

“Really it’s fine.” The girl stood up and turned fully to face Korra. “I’m Asami and this is Mako,” she introduced.

Korra nodded in greeting. “Korra,” she returned. “And your new friend’s name is Naga.”

“Well she’s adorable.”

Korra was about to agree, but stopped when Mako spoke up.

“We should get going, Asami.”

Asami looked at him and then back to Korra. “Go ahead, I’ll meet up in class.”

Mako gave Asami a curious look and then shrugged. “Okay. Try not to be late,” he said with a smirk before leaving towards Kingsbury.

“Ass,” Asami muttered softly.

Korra laughed softly, causing Asami to open her mouth to say something and then stop to collect herself.

“Sorry, he’s just annoying at times. I don’t usually go around calling my friends asses.”

Korra laughed again. “Good to know.”

“Okay, but seriously. He loves to tease everyone, but he can never take it. He’s super sensitive although he gives off that cool guy vibe.”

“He kind of seemed like a stick was up his ass… was that too crass?”

Asami laughed and Korra’s smile widened.

“No, that’s pretty accurate. So, you’re a student here?” Asami asked as she kneeled down to pet Naga. Naga instantly laid down and rolled over, allowing Asami to rub her tummy. “So cute,” she said under her breath.

“Yeah. First year, majoring in psych.”

“Oh cool. I’m a second year,” Asami said looking up at Korra. “Double majoring in mechanical engineering and computer science.”

“What? How are you doing that without going crazy?”

“Very carefully,” Asami laughed. “Honestly getting to pet Naga’s been a great help.”

“Well she is a service dog even if she doesn’t seem like it at the moment.”

The dog was legitimately smirking and looked like she was in doggie heaven at the moment with her tongue lolling from her mouth and her tail wagging.

“Um, if you wanted to exchange numbers,” Korra hesitated and cleared her throat. “You could, um, text or call me and I could bring Naga to spend time with you.”

“Only Naga? Or will you hang out too?”

“We’re kind of a package deal.”

Asami smiled at that. “Then sure.” She stood up and pulled her phone out of her back pocket, handing it to Korra to add her contact info. When she got it back, she sent a quick text to Korra. “There, now you have my number.”

“Uh, cool.”

Asami smiled and then her eyes widened. “I need to get going. I’ll call or text you, okay?”

“Yeah. It was nice meeting you.”

“You as well,” Asami said happily. She patted Naga’s head once more. “Bye, Korra!” she shouted with a wave as she crossed the courtyard.

Korra wished that she could wave back, but instead just smiled. Once Asami was out of view, she looked down at Naga. “She was nice. Wasn’t she, girl?”

Naga let out soft bark, as if in agreement.

“We better get to class. Best not to be late.”