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patron saint of bones

patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

making you the patron saint of something

patron saint of houses

but not of homes. only the shells of what keeps us enclosed. houses can be decorated or well-built or crumbling or haunted but only a home can truly be warm; you are the patron saint of that lack.

tagged by stolen from: my other blog tagging: @burdenedbyeternity (robin hood) @cinnamonsaviorem @dreadpiratejones @eclecticshenanigans (Emma) @musesinked (Emma) @pragmaticroyal @regina-swanqueen @scarletwolfruby @that-obsessed-gay-girl @theirmadness (Emma) @uvthegaymerrp (robin hood) & anyone else that wants to do this one!

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I can't help but wonder if I was never meant to survive this—as though my very existence is a mistake.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

What dog breed are you?

German Shepherd

You’re one sleek, confident and courageous pup! You’re highly intelligent and genuinely love helping others. You are most admired for your fiercely loyal and protective nature – you always put other’s needs above your own.

Tagged by @myhappyxending

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“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

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🎄 oh look! A gift under the tree! And it's for @myhappyxending! Merry Christmas!

A Saturday morning. Chris was outside, currently with her nose buried under the hood of Regina's car- wondering if Regina ever did anything for that car except fill it with gas. She's already changed the oil and got dirty, her white tank top now forever stained and if Chris lets that tank top out of her sight Regina might throw it in the trash.

It's been a while. A couple of years since everyone found out that Chris and Regina are together, and everything's... great. Chris never thought she'd have this. But now that she does, she'll be dawned if she'd ever let it go. She even has a ring that she hid in her toolbox, where she knows Regina won't look. But that's for... another time. A time where Chris would have the courage to actually do it.

Chris turned around, wrench in hand, and smiled, a genuine smile as she saw Regina in the garage waiting for her. She walked over and leaned in for a kiss, not caring that she's full of motor oil and grease.

Everything was good. Just another Saturday morning.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

"Your shirt… is that blood?"

Chris had been running with a backpack full of weights, out on the docks, alone at night. She's seen some weird shadows, but it's Chris we're talking about. She'd be the most dangerous thing on the docks at that time. So she was not deterred.

She didn't even see what attacked her, only until after it was... neutralized. A monkey with wings. A primate, if she was being specific, but she immediately called Emma as the monster laid dead on the ground.

"Hey, duck, don't panic but I need you to come take a look at something for me,"

She said, panting into the phone from both the run and from killing that... thing with her bare hands.

And sure enough, Emma panicked and asked her parents to come with her, and Regina, too. The whole gang.

Chris stood there, her shirt full of blood, her knuckles bruised and bloody and some splats on her face.

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

Regina asked while everyone else was looking at that damn primate with wings.

Instinctively, Chris reached down to touch her scar over her shirt, her breath hitching, before she sighed slightly. Not hers. Her scar is still just a scar.

"It's not mine. And it's not coming off in the wash. Shit."

Chris said and shook her head, disappointed in losing yet another one of her shirts to the monsters of storybrooke.

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Chris started the car, which only Emma knew that Chris had named years ago. She revved her to let her purr and get warm, before she pulled out of her parking spot with alarming speed and absolute skill.

A book. Right. A book completely about sleeping curses.

"There are types of sleeping curses?"

Was the first thing Chris thought to ask, racing towards Regina's house, drifting over corners effortlessly, just to get there fast enough so that nothing would happen to David. She's lost enough men who took her place and she isn't about to lose another one. Especially not Emma's father. God dammit, she's stressed. She needs a smoke ASAP.

They approached the house and Chris slowed down, going into Regina's driveway, careful not to be too close to Regina's Mercedes, a beautiful piece of machinery Chris had appreciated but would probably never admit that she does. She turned off the car and looked over at Regina, before getting out. On pure habit and instinct, she started walking towards the passenger door, but stopped and just waited outside.

Chris reached into her pocket, playing with her lighter, her fingertips going over the ridges and scratches to calm her down, to help her think. She couldn't even cope with the idea that Emma wouldn't come back, and she refused to believe so. It would hurt too much.

Chris squeezed Henry's shoulder as lightly as she could, trying to keep her strength in check so that she doesn't hurt him and instead, comfort him. She watched as David's leg twitched, and looked at Regina, signaling towards David with her eyes. Is that supposed to happen?

When Regina moved to David, Chris's body did so as well, pressing her fingers into his neck instinctively to feel his pulse. That's the pulse of a man who's seen something he didn't expect to see. Fuuuuck. She looked at Regina as she spoke, withdrawing her hand.

She narrowed her eyes at Mr. Gold. There has to be something he can do that he isn't. But for the same time in her life Chris hesitated to throw a punch. She didn't wanna be cursed for all eternity or some other hocus pocus shit. Ah! Her nee name for magic. Hocus pocus shit. Chris shot into alert as Regina moved back to her feet and told Henry to stay, raising an eyebrow at her.

What does she have planned now? Chris couldn't help a small, barely detectable chuckle coming from her as Regina 'commanded' her to come with. She has to stay level headed in this situation. As much as inside she was running around like a headless chicken since she didn't know anything about magic.

"I'm on your 6, your majesty."

Chris nodded at Regina as she passed towards the door, before bending down to Henry's level.

"Do you still have that watch I gave you?"

Chris asked him, holding the back of his neck as he nodded at her.

"Good. I need you to do what your mom just did, hold David's wrist as hard as you can, and count how many times you feel a pulse in a minute."

Chris said, tasking Henry with keeping track of David while they're gone, getting back up and hurrying out of the door to meet Regina outside, taking her car keys out of her pocket as she hurried towards her Chevy, looking at Regina and signing with her head towards her car.

"I understand that you're in heels, but let's hurry the fuck up!"

Chris said, opening the passenger door and leaving it open as she hurried into the driver's seat. One of Chris's saving graces is that she's always a gentleman, even if you're a woman she hated to her core- like Regina. Manners maketh man. It was something she did without even thinking about it- like breathing. It just happened. The only thing her mind was focused on now is making sure that Emma comes back, whatever that may entail.

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Hidden Injuries

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

"Follow exactly where I step."

This was... dangerous. Not the life risking kind of dangerous- well, maybe not for Regina, but dangerous for Chris's friendship with all of the charmings. Maybe not Emma, she'd be glad Chris is getting laid after being away from the women of Boston for so long.

And Emma was starting to get... suspicious. Every time Regina had walked into a room that Chris was in, Chris's eyes would... drift, to put it gently. This isn't unusual for the womanizer in normal circumstances, but Chris and Regina loath each other with a passion.

So Chris and Regina had to be very careful until they throw Emma off their scent. And they decided it would be best to start going to the most private secure spot they could- Regina's vault.

"Follow exactly where I step,"

Chris heard Regina say, and that made her chuckle. She was conditioned to follow directions but Regina's request seemed... out of place.

"Your majesty, did you booby trap this place?"

Of course she did. And when Chris saw the look of annoyance in Regina's face she chuckled again. She liked annoying Regina. Besides, she's hot when she's mad, so it's a plus.

"Fine, fine. On your 6,"

Chris murmured with that handsome, annoying, always mischievous smirk of hers and gestured with her hand for Regina to go forward.

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♥

[] Quickie.

[] Tongue.

[] Softly bite your lip.

[] We wouldn’t.

[] Long and meaningful.

[●] Let’s hit up the bedroom.

[] You remember last time?

[] Awkward…

[] Lol no.

Would I go out with you?

[] Yes, definitely.

[] No.

[●] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.

[] Maybe.

[] Nope, you’re like family.

[] You’re cute, but probably not.

[] Just simply not my type.

[] If I knew you better.

[] Already did.

[] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…

[] Hugging each other.

[] Just chilling.

[] Holding hands.

[] Kissing.

[] Acting dumb.

[●] Normal picture.

[] You holding me from behind.

You are…

[] Cute/Pretty.

[] Good looking.

[] Sexy.

[●] All of the above

You + me + room = …

[] Movies.

[] Cuddling.

[] Hanging out.

[●] Kissing.

[] Playing games.

[] Everything.

[] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…

[●] Hit me up.

[] Be mine.

[] Marry me.

[] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.

[] be studying

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you.

[] Make kids.

[] Take your money and bounce.

[●] Smash every day.

[] I would cheat on you.

[] Be faithful.

[] Kill you in your sleep

[] We wouldn’t

(I put this in their secretly sleeping together era. Lol.)

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Send me a ♥ and I’ll fill out

If we kissed?

[] Quickie. [] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind. You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [] All of the above You + me + room = … [] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [] We wouldn’t

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[pin] - Sender and receiver are caught in a small space, causing their bodies to be close together.

Whenever Chris and Emma needed to split up for a mission, it apparently went without saying that Chris would go with Regina. Great. The tension and chemistry between them could set a building on fire. Emma even teased Chris about it a couple days ago.

They had to cross a very, very tight hallway in order to get to what they needed. Some sort of gauntlet as far as Chris heard. The only problem was they couldn't cross one after the other, or else the person crossing first would be locked in the room with the gauntlet forever. Fuck. Chris took a breath and exhaled it sharply, and they situated themselves at the start of the hallway which seemed miles long at the time.

Chris was turned with her back to a wall, and Regina, with her face to the other. Chris's hands had nowhere to go except on Regina's hips because of course she had nowhere to place them but there, and they were so flush against each other that Chris could feel Regina's lungs inflating and shrinking as she breathed. And Chris thanked whatever God or devil had made her that she didn't have a dick. If she had, this would be much, much worse.

"Just... follow my lead,"

She murmured, and started slowly side stepping through the hallway, gently pushing on Regina's left hip to urge her forward. Emma will never let her hear the end of this one, she was sure.

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sneaking around

"Sh, sh, we have to keep quiet."

"Don't let them hear us!"

"Okay, nice and quiet now..."

"I just have to open the window..."

"Did they see us?"

"Follow exactly where I step."

"I put a pillow under my blanket, they'll never know."

"I've never snuck out before."

"Do you think we'll get away with it?"

"... I just dropped something."

"Did you really just drop something?!"

"All I have to do is grab it and get back before anyone sees."

"They're going to notice I'm gone."

"Are they going to notice you're gone?"

"Stop giggling, they'll hear you!"

"This is so exciting..."

"Duck!"

"Don't move!!"

"We have to put it back exactly the way it was."

"You can't just take their stuff!"

"We need to go through the bushes..."

"There's no need to whisper; nobody can hear us out here."

"Did you unlock the door?"

"Did you get the key?"

"Shh! I'm getting you out of here!"

"Throw me the lock!"

"Throw down a rope!"

"What do you mean, a rope?! I didn't bring a rope!"

"You're going to have to jump."

"I'm not jumping out of here, are you crazy!?"