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hollyethecurious · 7 months ago

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CS AU: Sleeps Ten, My Ass (1/2)

Summary: It's become tradition for Emma Swan to spend the holidays with her brother, their cousins, and their families. This Christmas was no different. The group booked a four night stay at a cozy mountain cabin to celebrate. The listing said it sleeps ten, but upon arrival they discover a small issue. The listing was wrong and now Emma and Killian Jones, the only two single people within their group, have to spend the next four nights sharing a bed. Fortunately... they've shared a bed before.

A/N: @eastwesthomeisbest it is I, your CS Secret Santa! Thank you for being so patient and understanding! I'm sorry I couldn't post this sooner, but between the normal busyness of the holidays and my entire family coming down with Covid, finding time to write was a struggle. I hope you find this worth the wait. It was lovely hearing about your traditions and I hope you had a fantastic holiday!

Thanks to @kmomof4 for looking this over for me and to the @cssecretsanta2020 for once again hosting a fantastic event. Side note, this fic also completes my Only One Bed: Holiday Edition CS Winter Bingo square!

Rated eventual E / Also available on ao3 / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me!

Part One

She was late. Super late. Incredibly late. Late enough that she was certain her brother had already called the cops to report her missing. Late enough that it was already pitch black on the back mountain road, forcing her to drive at a creeping speed so she didn’t careen off the side of a cliff, which was making her even more late.

In her defense, they should all have expected that she’d be late. She was always late. Every dinner, every holiday get together, every vacation, every celebration, Emma Swan was always notoriously late.

Not because she didn’t want to spend time with her family. Far from. She just… wasn’t always in control over her own schedule. Bail bonds and bounty hunting wasn’t exactly a 9 to 5 gig, and when a mark finally crawled out of whatever hole in which he (it was more often than not a he) had hid himself away through some dumbass attempt to avoid the consequences of his own dumbass actions, well… many times it meant a change in her plans.

Was it annoying? Yes.

Did she make sure to take out that frustration on the perp? Also, yes.

Was it even worse for the offender when he made her late for the Christmas get-together her cousin Elsa had planned for them all - a four night stay at a picturesque mountain cabin big enough to sleep three married couples and two singles with amenities that would keep them cozy and content over the holiday? Oh, yes.

Big. Fat. Yes.

To go with the big fat payout she needed in order to pay her portion of said holiday getaway.

Rounding another winding corner, the soft glow of the illuminated cabin stirred a strange mix of sensations in her chest; a swirl of relief at nearly being there and panic over what was awaiting her inside. Parking her bug next to the vehicles that signalled she was indeed the last to arrive, Emma fortified herself for a moment before exiting the vehicle, grabbing her bag, and marching up to the cabin as though she were about to face a firing squad.

David, her brother, and Liam, Elsa’s husband, would likely scold her with their hands firmly planted on their hips or their arms crossed tightly over their chests. The rebukes would be drowned out by David’s wife, Mary Margaret, and Elsa’ sister, Anna, who would both rush at Emma and force her into claustrophobic hugs while they expressed their worry and relief, offering Emma a blanket, a place by the fire, a plate of food, a cup of tea, all without taking a breath between them as Anna’s husband, Kristoff, tried to tell the women to let Emma breathe and get settled.

The only one who would not be making a fuss would likely already have a drink ready for her, a knowing smirk teasing his lips as he tried to stifle an eye roll at the group’s overreaction.

Killian Jones. Liam’s brother and the only other single member of their group.

Hand on the doorknob, Emma took a deep breath and opened the door to the expected chaos. And chaos there was, but… none of it seemed to be about her and her tardiness.

Elsa and David were in the kitchen. One of their phones, clearly on speaker, was held between them as they argued with whoever was on the other end of the line. Liam and Kristoff were seated at the dining table with a laptop open, the elder Jones frantically typing and clicking as Kristoff scrolled on his phone with a furrowed brow.

“There’s nothing up here that could be used as an extra one,” Anna called out from the top of the stairs. “Mary Margaret and I have looked through all the closets and checked all the furniture.”

None of them had noticed her presence yet, and she was about to say something when heavy boot falls sounded from the porch behind her.

“Ah, Swan. You arrived in one piece then?” Killian said cheekily with an arm full of firewood.

“Uh, yeah,” she replied, setting her bag down so she could help with the load he was carrying. “Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries,” he assured her, making his way to the fireplace and stacking their logs beside the hearth. “You missed the initial excitement, but you’ve made it in time to witness the spiral everyone has since descended into.” Emma glanced around the cabin at the said spiral, wondering what had set everyone off as Killian added a couple of logs to the fire, then grabbed the poker so he could stoke it. “I told them I’d make do on the couch, or even a pallet on the floor, but--”

“Sleeps ten, my ass!” Elsa shouted as she angrily hung up the call. “They swapped out the couch and forgot to update the listing!”

“What?” Emma said, but no one other than Killian seemed to have heard her, or even realized she was there.

“That’s ridiculous!” Liam bellowed. “What do they plan to do about it?”

“Can they bring an air mattress or cot?” Kristoff asked, still scrolling through his phone. “Because none of the local stores seem to have one, and even if they did, they’d be closed by the time we got back to town.”

Killian stepped away from the fire he’d coaxed back to life and into the metaphorical one building at the kitchen island where the rest of their group - save for Emma - had gathered.

“I already told you, the couch will be fine.”

“Don’t be silly, Killian,” Anna replied. “Have you seen that couch? It’s far too narrow and your feet are gonna dangle off the end.”

“Then the floor will suit me--”

“For the amount of money we spent renting this place, you are not sleeping on the floor,” Elsa declared. “I cannot believe this! How could they make a mistake like that?”

“What did the owner say?” Mary Margaret asked, setting out a platter of food she’d removed from the fridge and encouraging everyone to eat something… as though snacking would somehow fix the issue. An issue Emma still wasn’t sure was the cause of everyone’s upset.

“He won’t do anything,” Elsa snapped. “He said they had to replace the couch, which had been a sleeper, and apparently forgot to update the listing, but didn’t see the problem since we only have eight people, not ten, and there are four king size beds.”

“Didn’t you explain that there weren’t four couples, though?”

“Oh, she did,” David interjected. “But the man didn’t seem to care about anything other than getting back to his tropical Christmas vacation.”

“So what do we do?” Anna asked. “Where is Killian gonna sleep?”

“He and I can just share the bed.”

Seven heads collectively snapped in her direction, a mixture of shock and surprise being directed her way as her family, for the first time, realized she was there and then computed her words.

Words she would later blame on the fact that although no one seemed bothered by the fact she was late, she still felt the need to make up for it and therefore was compelled to offer a solution to the problem, even if said solution meant sharing a bed with a man she absolutely did not have feelings for and no one would convince her otherwise, not even her own treacherous heart, and thereby torturing herself for the next several days.

“Are you sure, love?” Killian asked, his eyes scrutinizing her, looking for any hint that she might be regretting the offer and wished to back out. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you weren’t completely comfortable with.”

“Are you planning to make it uncomfortable for her?” David asked in his overly protective, brotherly tone. “Because I’m warning you--”

“Warning him?” Liam braced his hands against the top of the island and leaned over it, staring David down as he asked, “Are you insinuating my brother is some sort of cad who would take advantage of--”

“We all know Killian’s reputation.”

“Okay,” Emma interjected before things could escalate further. “I think you’re all forgetting that I have a reputation, too. Of being able to take care of myself. Besides, I trust Killian. We’re both adults. There’s no reason for either of us to sleep on a couch or the floor when there is a perfectly good bed, big enough for us to share. So…” She marched back over to where she’d dropped her bag and collected it as she continued on, “If you don’t mind. I’ve had a long day and all I want right now is a shower and some sleep.” Directing her gaze to Killian she asked, “Where’s your stuff?”

“It’s uh…” he began, scratching behind his ear as he furtively cast a glance towards David. “It’s on the landing.”

“Great,” she said, turning towards the stairs. “Grab it on your way up so you can settle in while I shower.”

“Emma,” Mary Margaret called out. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat or--”

“I’m fine,” Emma answered back halfway up the stairs. “I’ll see you all in the morning.” Looking over her shoulder, she saw Killian hesitate at the bottom step. “Are you coming?”

“Aye,” he answered, following after her two steps at a time and grabbing his duffle before slipping into the room behind her.

Tossing his bag onto the bed, he glanced around the room and inquired one last time, “You’re certain you’re okay with this, Swan?”

“Yes, Jones,” Emma replied in an exasperated tone she hoped masked the nerves currently coursing through her. After gathering up her toiletry items, she straightened and faced him, a thought suddenly occurring to her. “Unless… You are uncomfortable with it and would rather--”

“No, no,” he insisted, his shoulders relaxing and his usual cocky demeanor coming forward. “It’s not that,” he said in a cheeky and slightly taunting tone.

“What is it then?” Emma asked, trying hard to not be taken in by his charm as he swaggered towards her.

“Well, I seem to remember you saying something about it being a one time thing the last time we shared a bed,” he crooned, twisting a section of her hair around his finger. “Seems you’ll have to eat those words now.”

Emma wet her lips and tried to squash the delighted feeling surging through her at the way his eyes dropped to follow the motion. “Bad form bringing up our… what did you call it?” she asked in a mocking tone as she cocked her head to one side. “Our dalliance?” He winced at her terrible attempt to mimic his accent and they both chortled as she reminded him, “I thought we agreed to never speak of that night again.”

“You’re right, Swan. Bad form indeed,” he conceded in a soft timbre. “My apologies, love.”

He backed away and retreated to the other side of the room where he made himself busy unpacking his duffle. “Go ahead and shower, Swan,” he said. “I’ll hop in after you.”

“Thanks,” she threw out over her shoulder as she shut herself in the bathroom, suddenly very eager to have a bit of separation from him. From him and the memory of that night. The night they had shared a bed - and a whole lot more - with one another after copious amounts of alcohol and hours on a dance floor somewhere in the Caribbean during the cruise they’d all taken together earlier that year to celebrate Liam and Elsa’s wedding.

A memory that stubbornly refused to be cast aside, making for a very long shower - a fitful, highly inappropriate shower - especially considering the man she’d been fixated on was in the next room, waiting on her to finish so he could get naked and wet and…

Dear God, Emma. Get a grip!

Emerging from the bathroom, adorned in her pajamas with her wet hair wrapped in a towel, Emma hoped the red in her cheeks would be chalked up to the heat of the shower and not because her fantasies had gotten away from her.

“All yours,” she said, pulling her hair dryer out of her bag and plugging it into the wall at the makeshift vanity.

She combed through the wet strands as Killian hovered at the doorway to the bathroom. Pausing her actions, she stared up at him expectantly, trying not to remember what he looked like shirtless.

“About before,” he said, his voice deep with an edge of concern. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by bringing up that night, I just…” He left out a heavy breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I was just trying to bring a bit of levity to an otherwise tense situa--”

“Killian,” she said, waving him off. “It’s fine. Really. You didn’t upset me by bringing it up.” Shrugging, she tried to give off a sense of nonchalance about the whole thing. “It happened. We’ve both moved on from it. No big deal.”

“Right,” he said with a bit of a drawl. “Well… I’ll try not to take too long, so as to not keep you up.” Glancing towards the bed, he said, “I hope it’s okay that I took that side. I didn’t know if you had one you preferred.”

Emma turned to see which side he’d taken. Not that it mattered.

“Honestly,” she answered, “I don’t really have one. It’s not like I share my bed often enough with anyone to develop a preference.”

“Aye. Same,” he replied with that adorable lopsided smile of his.

Emma’s heart fluttered for several seconds after he disappeared into the bathroom. He didn’t often share his bed? Really? Like David had said earlier, Killian had a bit of a reputation as a ladies’ man. It was one of the reasons she’d pulled back after their night together; she’d hated being just another notch on his bedpost.

How many notches had he added since her, she wondered.

She had plenty of time to contemplate that question. It wasn’t until well after she’d dried her hair, set her alarm, and settled under the covers that Killian emerged from the bathroom. The last drowsy thought Emma had was whether he’d taken advantage of the memory of them together to help let off some steam whilst he was in the shower like she had. She didn’t get a chance to dwell on the thought, though. The tiring day had caught up to her and sleep took over the moment she felt the bed dip beside her.

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“Morning, Emma! Sleep well?”

Anna’s voice was far too perky for the current early morning hour, causing Emma to grimace as she shuffled past the red headed woman on her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, sorry,” Anna whispered, tiptoeing behind her. “Coffee? I just brewed a fresh pot.”

“Please,” Emma grumbled, slumping down onto one of the barstools at the island. “A fresh pot? How early did you get up?”

“Mary Margaret and I got up with the guys,” she said, pouring Emma a cup, then placing it and a tray of fixings on the counter top in front of her. “We wanted to make sure they got a good meal and some coffee before they headed out.”

Emma nodded her understanding, adding enough sugar to her cup that it would have earned her a disgusted look from Killian had he been there and not out traipsing through the woods with an axe. It was an annual tradition at this point. For the past five years - ever since the Jones brothers had entered their lives through Liam and Elsa’s courtship - the guys went out on Christmas Eve morning and cut down a tree for them to decorate. While they were out finding the perfect specimen, Mary Margaret would lead - or in Emma’s case, berate - the girls in making the decorations. The guys would join in once they got back and set up the tree, and the day would be spent stringing popcorn or dried oranges or cranberries for garland as well as attempting to avoid tiny cuts from the origami-esque construction of paper or cardboard ornaments.

There were also snacks and cocktails, the occasional break from crafting to watch a Christmas movie or play a game. Of course, every year, Emma and Killian would insist they watch Die Hard, which Mary Margaret would dismiss as not being a Christmas movie and an argument would ensue - mostly because it gave both Emma and Killian a perverse sense of pleasure to rile up Mary Margaret. Not that they didn’t love the movie or wholeheartedly believe that it was, in fact, a Christmas movie.

“Oh, Emma! You’re up!” Mary Margaret set down a stack of boxes on the island, the contents of which held various crafting supplies no doubt. “Did you get some breakfast?”

Emma shook her head and waved off the woman’s attempt to feed her. “Not yet,” she said. “I’ll get something after I’m sufficiently caffeinated.”

“Well drink up,” Mary Margaret ordered as she began to retreat back into the room she and David were using. “We need to get going on these decorations.”

A moment later she returned with several sacks and with Anna’s help, began organizing the supplies. Emma took that as her cue to find another place to enjoy her coffee.

Glancing out the French doors that led to the back deck she caught sight of a platinum blonde braid. Emma grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders before joining Elsa in the peace and quiet of the mountain morning.

“Hey,” she said, pulling Elsa’s attention away from the view. “Mind if I join you?”

“Please do,” Elsa replied, making room on the bench. “Do you want me to turn on the heater?”

It shouldn’t have surprised Emma that her cousin hadn’t already started the propane heater. The cold had never seemed to bother her like it did Emma.

“No, I’ve got it.” Emma cranked up the heat then sat down, snuggling into the blanket she’d brought out with her.

“Sleep okay?” Elsa asked. “Any problems with the room?”

“No,” Emma answered, taking a sip of her coffee before adding, “The room’s great. Very comfortable.”

“Good,” Elsa said, turning her attention back towards the snowy mountain view. “And sharing with Killian? That, uh… Did that go okay?”

Emma rolled her eyes and hid her knowing smirk behind her mug. “It was fine,” she replied.

“I mean, I’m sure Killian was a gentleman, I just hate that the two of you have to endure this awkwardness when I did my best to--”

“Elsa,” Emma interrupted. “It isn’t your fault, and we will make do. It’s fine. Really.”

The icy blonde’s shoulders relaxed and a puff of exhaled air lingered at her lips for a moment before she said, “Good. I’m glad.” With a furtive glance in Emma’s direction she muttered, “Let’s just hope David thinks it's all fine.”

“I’m a big girl,” Emma reminded her cousin. “David will get over it.”

“I don’t know,” Elsa replied in a sing-song tone. “He was looking pretty hostile this morning when Killian sauntered down the stairs with a whistle on his lips. I’m pretty sure Liam made sure to be the one who took the axe when they left.”

The two women shared a chuckle, both of them knowing full well there was no danger of the men resorting to violence, even if they did bluster a bit.

“I’m sure Killian is reveling in the opportunity to needle David, but I trust Liam to make sure cooler heads prevail.”

“And his needling wouldn’t have any elements of truth in it, right?” Elsa inquired, not so subtly.

Emma sighed exasperatedly. “No,” she stated adamantly. “Nothing happened, and nothing is going to happen.”

She shifted uncomfortably under Elsa’s scrutiny, her piercing blue eyes cutting through her assertions as she hummed a dubious sound.

“If you say so.”

Emma was about to double down on her words, but was cut off by Anna’s sudden appearance.

“Everything is ready! Come make decorations with us!”

Emma and Elsa shared a resigned look then followed Anna back into the cabin, after shutting off the heater, of course. The ladies then spent the next hour or so making handmade decorations whilst also prepping food items for the upcoming meals.

When the guys returned, Emma stayed out of the way. She’d learned from years past to just let David, Liam, Mary Margaret, and Elsa duke it out on the best way to set up the tree. While the four of them conferenced in the living room, she joined Anna in the kitchen, who was busy making everyone a hot cocoa.

“Need a hand?”

“Yes, please!”

The two women filled and garnished mugs of hot cocoa while every so often peeking outside to watch Kristoff and Killian clean up the tree. Once it was suitable for indoors - and they’d gotten the final word of where to set it up - the men brought it inside and secured it in the stand. Everyone stood back to admire the magnificent find as Emma and Anna handed out the beverages.

“Jones,” Emma said, offering him a hot cup as she came to stand beside him.

“Thank you, love,” he replied, slightly out of breath. A half-smile pulled at his lips and crinkled at the corner of his eyes when he noticed she’d adorned his in the same manner as hers - with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. It was how she’d always taken her cocoa and slowly but surely she was converting the rest of their group to do the same.

“It’s a great looking tree,” she commented, sipping her hot chocolate nonchalantly so he wouldn’t read too much into her compliment.

“Aye,” he said, taking another long look at the fruit of his and the other men’s labor. A fruit that was quickly filling the living room with a pungent pine scent that tickled Emma’s sinuses. “And what of your efforts?” he asked, turning his attention onto her. “Care to show me what you lasses have been working on and how I might assist?”

Emma rolled her eyes and led him to the dining table where he prompted her to give him a demonstration of the crafting. Soon, the others joined them and the day went on just as Emma knew it would: completing the decorations, stringing lights and garlands, decorating the tree, gorging themselves on a big meal, partaking in snacks, then some drinks, then some more drinks, and arguing over then watching several Christmas themed movies and shows. Unfortunately, no Die Hard.

“You know, Swan,” Killian whispered in her ear as everyone began to disperse from the living room to turn in for the night. “We have a TV with streaming services in our room…”

The feel of his breath against the shell of her ear, as well as the way he said ‘our room’ sent a thrill up her spine.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice.

Was it fortunate?

“Your point?” she said, her voice a little too breathy, but maybe he’d think it was because they’d just climbed the steep steps to the second floor.

“My point,” he continued, following her into their - THE - room, “is once we’ve showered and readied ourselves, we can watch Die Hard in bed and celebrate the season properly.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jones,” she replied, even as her heart skipped a few beats at the reminder they’d both be taking turns getting naked and wet with only a flimsy door that did not lock between them.

Ever the gentleman, Killian let her go first. While he took his turn, she busied herself with getting ready for bed, queuing up the movie, and adding an extra blanket to the stack of covers. In no time, they were settled on their respective sides of the bed, enjoying watching John McClane run around Nakatomi Plaza barefoot whilst being a ‘fly in the ointment’ to Hans Gruber.

They both barely remained conscious, but somehow got to the credits before crashing. The constant recitation of dialogue probably helped.

At some point in the night, a rustling sound in the corner of the room stirred Emma. Instinctively, she reached over to feel for Killian, only to find his side of the bed empty.

“Killian?” she croaked out, his name heavy on her tongue from sleep. “What are you--”

“The heat went out,” he told her, making her aware of her own shivering and the frigid air of the room. “Elsa is having kittens over it,” he went on to explain. “Giving the owner a right earful as we speak.”

A low hum and soft glow began to fill the room. Killian stood and visibly shook himself before heading back to bed.

“What’s that?” Emma asked, shifting in bed and moving closer to the middle.

“Space heater,” Killian answered, still shivering from the cold. “The owner relented and gave us the code to the storage closet. There were a few of these in there.”

Emma hummed in response, her mind weighing whether to bring up the idea of--

“Swan?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if we… that is,” he hedged, clearing his throat. “Until the heater manages to raise the temperature, would you be okay if we…”

“Sure,” she said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically as she scooted closer to him.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, his chest already plastered against her back and his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Emma moaned in relief, the heat of his body already warming her and staying the chills that had made her tense. In an effort to find a comfortable position for her legs - without entangling them with his - she rocked her hips back into his and felt…

“Bloody hell,” Killian grumbled in an embarrassed tone as he pulled away. “Apologies, Swan. I didn’t intend--”

“Killian,” she laughed, rolling over to face him. “It’s fine. It happens. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“I just don’t want you to think I have ulterior motives for suggesting--”

“I don’t,” she assured him. “I know guys can’t always control… that.”

“Well, I am usually much more in control of such things, I assure you.”

“I’m sure you are,” she said in an appeasing tone, earning her a side-eyed glare. “Seriously, though,” she continued, trying to coax him back to her. “Your morning wood doesn’t offend me, so will you please come back here.”

He relented after some not so gentle tugging, and a moment later they were once again entwined in the other’s arms.

“Mmmm,” Emma hummed, nestling a bit further into his chest. “How are you always so warm? I feel like I’m always cold.”

As Emma drifted off to sleep she was certain she heard him say, “I know, love. But I’ll always be here for you when you need to keep warm.”

Part Two

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buckle in guys. i blew up irl’s phone with notes about act one and only stopped because act two started. then james’ enjolras fried my brain in act two and all i could remember was him. but don’t worry i put the pieces together so now i have so many notes for last night’s show.

les mis arena tour 22 may, melb/aus

made a minor attempt to sort the notes but i just had so many thoughts sorry 😭 also if you want to read my notes from saturday’s matinee and tuesday’s show they are here.

bradley as javert. i already said this but he is really such an insane javert! and i mean that literally, javert just feels like such a crazed man

bradley’s javert for most of act one is so steely and rigid in his expressions and the way he carries himself. this only falters when valjean presents him with things that make bradley’s face quite literally go what the fuck?

^ when valjean instructs him to let fantine go, i fully believe that’s the first time javert has ever felt doubt/confused. basically any time that valjean shows compassion, bradley’s javert turns from stoic, angry and rigid, to a little bewildered and confused (and then very angry again)

bradley’s stars is sooo incredible. i mean his voice, his expressions! his eyes are just so full of longing it’s crazy

and then killian as valjean was just gut-wrenching. because tell me why he is so soft when myriel gives him the candlesticks?

and all throughout him singing the first who am i, all i could think about was the contrast between the way killian performs who am i and the way bradley will perform javert’s soliloquy later. and like the two songs being technically mirror points of each others’ journeys but faced with unexpected compassion, valjean turns soft and gains a new life of freedom, and killian really sells that, but bradley’s javert faces that compassion with anger and outraged confusion so he’s left with only the option to kill himself at the end

^and the staging really mirrors itself, with the way that valjean tries to return the candlesticks to myriel but myriel pushes it back to him, and the way that javert tries to make valjean take his life but valjean tells him to go

bradley smirks quite a bit when he’s captured. really liked that. silly little cop still thinks les amis are gonna die. he’s right of course but shhh

god do i love rachelle as fantine

when fantine gets the letter about cosette you can actually see her read it and the anguish on her face

and on tuesday i only noticed how strongheaded she plays fantine but she reallyy plays it with such nuance because up close it is like a strongheaded front but you can also feel that she is a little bit scared standing up for herself

her fantine has so many moments where she reacts to other people’s comments about her with incredulity

fantine only genuinely smiles twice. the first is when she tells valjean to tell cosette she loves her, and the second is when little cosette walks past her ghost 😭

some very cute cosette moments today, like when valjean is talking to the thenardiers after she and marius bumped into one another, cosette keeps looking back at marius and giggling. so cute.

caleb as marius is also adorable. my precious little fool. and they are so flustered around cosette. so so cute

my goodness can shan ako sing.

like fantine, shan’s eponine has a little bit of fear underneath the surface when standing up against the thenardiers!! i was very impressed because she was visibly shaking as she confronted them, and yet the singing is so powerful and strong. god i love eponine

and when marius comes over her hand does a little nervous flutter back and forth like she wants to take his hand 😭 (oh my god guys i’m reading over this and thinking about how she later dies from taking a bullet to her hand for him)

shan’s on my own is breathtaking. it’s heartbroken but more than that it’s so angry? it’s like her heart is breaking for herself and she’s angry at the world for putting her in this position. i love it

in the epilogue, shan and rachelle’s voices are absolutely heavenly!!!! genuinely feel like the angels are singing. especially the way that rachelle starts, and they slowly begin to harmonise with one another, it just sounds heavenly.

idk where to put these random thoughts so here they are before we get into les amis 😭

owain williams sings the first solo line of the show and does such a good job of it. what a powerful voice. someone fill me in on whether he’s been other characters in les mis before and whether any of those were valjean. i think he’d make a great valjean

at the start of act two caleb’s mic was not turned on :/ but they reacted pretty well tbh, it was as if nothing happened

rachelle also sang come to me instead of come with me in the epilogue 😭 (same lol)

my new favourite game to play is what is michael burgen doing when he’s not grantaire?

favourite answer: he’s super fucking drunk in master of the house. man is just drunk in every life

had a slightly older gavroche today, not as spunky as i like my gavroches but a fun vibe nonetheless! his delivery of some lines is very deadpan kind of funny

i never got to mention it so mentioning it here, but michael is the children’s director and i feel like it really shows/benefits his interactions with gavroche (they are so cute oh my goodness)

i have complaints about les amis guys. who cut their lines and why. please give it back to them they already have so little. some of the lines that remain are no longer sung by the same amis that usually do too. because i am very sure that joly’s line in drink with me was given to a different ami :(

during red and black one of the amis is like really angry about marius and r??? i didn’t like that at all. it also does not make sense because it’s not like this ami doesn’t sing the second red/black with grantaire so like tf? idk i think it was unnecessary and weird

ok BUT enj and r are the ones who take turns calming this ami down sooo…

at the end of look down when enjolras is leaving the stage is stopped by the beggars in the corner and he holds each of their hands and gives them each money. i cannot explain it but it is very different from the way that marius and valjean do it centrestage. it just feels so compassionate and caring and gentle

did i mention that james’ enjolras is as gentle as he is ferocious? as idealistic as he is afraid? the dichotomies oh god.

james’ enjolras is sooo full of hope you just can’t not agree to follow him into battle

also such a smiley enjolras. everyone cheering loudly and he smiles quietly to himself. his friends are being nuisances and disrupting his meeting but he smiles to himself before quietly stepping away to talk to other people

especially such fond smiles for grantaire. even when grantaire begins his heckling. and i swear the smiles are bigger for r than for marius

and the heckling sort of stops and starts but each time it starts he has a bigger smile while shaking his head in a what can you do kinda smile

grantaire is also the only ami to enter the stage/musain after enjolras (other than marius obvs) like he was literally trailing behind him

side note: after grantaire comes on stage for red and black he has a very funny moment where he passes the bottle from hand to hand behind his back in a like i’m not drinking kinda joke which absolutely everyone ignores HAHHSHSHS

when lamarque’s death is announced, grantaire looks at enj

and he gets sad while everyone else gets hyped up by enjolras, then drinks and distracts himself with gavroche, as in calls him over and they hang out, very cute.

both enj and r’s first instinct is always to protect gavroche, several times when the barricade is being fired at or when javert’s identity is revealed, either one of them or both of them immediately shield gav with their whole body! there is one shot at the barricade where the two of them both cover gav and i need the image seared into my brain, like gav is already next to grantaire so he tucks gav in, and enj is a little bit away but jumps over to also have gav tucked into him so the two of them are sheltering him together and i love my little family unit 😭😭😭

also when gav starts to reveal javert’s identity, james’ mic is turned off but i could hear him yell gavroche’s name worriedly

the thing that sold me on james being my new favourite/definitive enjolras is the fear that he clearly feels after eponine dies. like up till this point he’s been very confident and unafraid. but during little fall of rain he sits in the back and his head hangs low and from where i was sitting you could see him in distress

he shakes as he sings the next few lines/songs, but still putting on that brave idealistic leader for the amis

continues to sit by the barricades looking very despondent during drink with me

but before grantaire goes to sing his lines he stops by enj and does a cute little bow/curtsey thing, and at this enj looks up and smiles/laughs, and waves him on (i’m gonna die)

today’s enjolras was just so gentle. maybe because i was so close i could really see it idk.

marius goes to confront/stop r and enj practically wrestles marius away. but then the way he puts his hands on grantaire’s shoulders trying to comfort him is just so gentle

and grantaire violently shrugs him off then turns to look at him

and his anger just turns into this desperate look, and he kind of collapses into enj’s arms. except that enj also kind of grabs him and pulls him into the hug.

and the hug is so gentle, with r’s head like snuggled in enjolras’ chest, and enj leans his own head on top of grantaire’s

and they stay like this craddling each other for a bit

but then grantaire pushes out of the hug, and stumbles backwards. gavroche comes to hug him and grantaire hugs gav for a bit before gav leaves

and as grantaire and gav are hugging, enj is just standing there looking at r

and after gav leaves, r sort of sways toward enj again before he really turns to leave. at this point, another ami who’s next to enj talks to enj, and another one comes to stand with him, and only then does enj stop looking towards r leaving T-T

after les amis die, enjolras does not immediately go to the balcony with r and gav. he walks to the top of the seats before the balcony and stays standing there for most of the interlude. then he sits there amongst the amis for quite awhile, up until the line in turning where they sing nothing ever changes. only then does he get up and join r and gav on the balcony. when marius sings phantom faces, all of les amis stand up but enj is the last to sit down (by at least a good 15 seconds i’d say). it was like his soul refused to leave and was stubbornly lingering on.

#les mis #les mis arena tour #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #notes on les mis #i guess i will edit this if i remember more when i wake up

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archive245 · 5 months ago

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Gareth: Hey Kill we have to-

Killian: One second, I gotta call the cops!

Gareth: Wait why-

Killian: All my fucks went missing!

#booklr #rina kent #rinaverse #legacy of gods

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djkerr · 8 months ago

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Gary Cole as Jack "Nighthawk" Killian on NBC's Midnight Caller. The show aired from October 25, 1988 to May 10, 1991 lasting three seasons and 61 episodes. Gary played an ex-cop who hosts a late-night talk radio program to help troubled people.

#gary cole #jack killian #midnight caller #clean shaven #beardless #such a babyface #alden parker #ncis #kent davison #veep #bill lumbergh #office space #kurt mcveigh #the good wife #the good fight #reese bobby #talladega nights #cotton mcknight #dodgeball

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dare0451 · 1 year ago

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watching the fallout show and coming away begrudgingly loving it, immediately followed by a playthrough of 1 for the first time since i was a teen...

i think ive cured myself of Classic Fallout Purism.

new vegas still clears 3 and 4 in terms of writing quality, sure, and fallout 2 may be better than 1, but like...

1's writing is kinda dogshit?

like watching the fallout show and seeing consequences for good intentions and shit it felt Right, it felt like the writers understanding the fallout i know and love better than bethesda ever could, with bethesda always watering shit down into Belligerently Evil or Pure Baby Goodboy, which is SOOO TERRIBLE

but in playing 1... it sure is exactly always watering shit down into Belligerently Evil or Pure Baby Goodboy.

your options with Shady Sands? save a girl from slavery or don't.

your options in Junktown? help an evil crime boss take over or don't. (this was planned to have depth, where the good guy was an ironfisted frontier justice executioner postgame while gizmo made it thrive, and while that's still glanced at by the released endings the framings are reversed to still have killian as a hero)

The Hub? help an evil crime boss take over or don't.

Necropolis? leave people to die of dehydration or dont.

Boneyard? this is the ONLY place with nuance, in that you can be easily led astray by the Regulators and can end up siding with those monsters if you don't ask the target they give you some questions first to learn the truth. and even then, the choice boils down to Help The Murderous Corrupt Cops or Help The Oppressed And Unarmed Underdogs.

your options in the main quest? Eugenicist or Not Eugenicist.

we've dunked so much on Fallout 3 for moral choices like "do you bomb a city full of innocents for being ugly to a rich mans balcony or do you Not" or "do you engage in genocide or do you Not" but like. its not that far a cry from fallout 1.

hell, even shit like the brotherhood. fallout 3 has gotten a lot of flak for portraying the brotherhood as largely chill and not as theocratic technofascists, but while fallout 1's brotherhood sends you out on a suicide mission at first... after that they're pretty much chill? that's a one off. and in the good ending they stay safely out of politics and just become a research and development hub.

super mutants? i remember me and many others being pissed that the mutants in 3 were stupid compared to the smarter mutants of 1 and 2 but like... nah the smart mutants were exceptions in 1 and 2, too.

maybe fallout 2 is where a lot of the charm i remember comes in. but largely i think replaying fallout 1 and finding it Deeply Fucking Lacking right after watching the show and loving it, ive come around a lot on the Whole of fallout. i think its less that New Vegas was a grand return to form for the way fallout Ought To Be And Was Before Bethesda's Grubby Mits, and more accurately it was just kindve a one off.

#fallout #fallout show #fallout 1

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keenenthusiastinfluencer · 2 years ago

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Obsessed with this choice like Killian i get by THACKO WHY WHERES STEWART JUSTICE FOR ELF COP WE RIDE AT DAWN WHATS IN STAGE WILL RUE THE DAY THEY MADE AN ENEMY OF US

#there are pictures of Stewart no excuse #killian donnelly #david thaxton #les miserables #les mis london #stewart clarke #elf cop

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moltengoldveins · 23 days ago

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who in the RatSC cast can drive and are any of them good drivers?

Selene can drive a F1 race car professionally and raced dirt bikes in the 90s. She is allergic to obeying roadsigns.

Flannery was born when all roads, literally, led to Rome. She cannot drive, but she is a terrifying mounted archer.

Ransom is a good driver, both in civilian life and running from the cops. His uncle taught him.

Killian drives a cybertruck.

#molten rambles #RatSC #ransom and the speakers carrion

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saptaincwan · 2 years ago

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YOU ARE SO RIGHT. i think in general storybrooke could’ve done without a police dept like they’re already an unconventional magically willed into existence town. on top of cops being cops i just think it doesn’t make sense that that is the system in place for a town whose problems are “dragon eats entire building” from s2 onwards

david is funny bc he is the sheriffiest character but also my guy was born to farm and frolick with sheep and his shepherd dog. all this and he IS the most motivated to like. enforce the law

mic in my hand. killian should've been harbormaster library assistant bartender sailor gardener seafood cook brewer theater performer literally anything but a co p.

#ur discussion in the replies btw is super interesting to me #bc as far as i understand?? snow is an elementary teacher #and in my country elementary teachers teach all subjects to one assigned group of students #the split per subject only happens from middle school onwards #it was so interesting to look at #and FUCK killian and emma being cops #especially given that they both largely suffered at the hands of the established justice systems of their realms #i think it makes a lotttt more sense for them to challenge them

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rumbelleshowdown · 1 year ago

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Moderator note: There will be only one fic posted for Groups G, H, and J. The other person in each of those groups dropped out.

Author: Firefighter Barbie

Group: H

Prompts: Young Gideon AND Neal. Cat and mouse, cop!Belle. Hiding.

Something Brave

Belle Gold stood with her back pressed to the wall as she caught her breath and changed the clip on her pistol. The call had come in just under nine hours ago and had given her and her husband two options. Option A: Bring a hundred grand to the Troll Bridge, and your kids live. Option B: Tell anyone about this, especially another cop, and you'll never see your kids again. She and Robert had chosen Option C: Hunt down the kidnappers, make them pay, and rescue their kids.

Peeking around the corner gave Belle a clear view of her children tied up with their backs to each other. They were in plain sight. She could reach them easily, but that would be giving the kidnappers what they wanted. She’d have to go about this a little trickier to ensure her children’s safety. She took a deep breath, noticing the way Neal held tight to Gideon’s hands through the ties. She knew Neal was old enough now at sixteen to protect himself and his brother if worse came to worst, but she wanted better for him. For all of them.

She caught Robert’s gaze across the hall – giving a rough nod to indicate where the children were. He took a peek and seemed to deflate at the kids’ roughened-up condition. She wanted to hug them too but most important was getting them out of there safely. Robert nodded and jerked his head to the other side — she followed his gaze. The kidnapper was no stranger to their family. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the captain of the Neverland Pirates, Killian Jones, and Robert’s ex wife, Milah.

“She always said she’d come back for me, but she never did.” Neal’s voice echoed in her mind. Neal had been four when Belle had adopted him and married his father. He’d given her away at the wedding. Now he was in danger, all because his biological mother had finally come back for him. She could see the tear tracks stained on his face. She made a fist against the barrel of the gun and told herself her job was to contain, not maim.

At least for Milah. Though it was tempting, Belle would not be responsible for ending her miserable life. That was her vow and concession to her oldest son.

Belle took a breath and holstered the gun in her boot. Maybe all Milah wanted was to scare her into leaving. Maybe if she played the game right, she could get the boys out before shots were fired. She risked a look at Robert who was making a motion with his hands above his throat. Don’t do that.

If the plan were to protect Belle, Robert would have been right, but her safety came secondary to that of the children’s. “Milah.” She spoke confidently, feeling more afraid than she had the last time she’d stared down the barrel of a loaded gun. “You don’t need to do this. Neal wouldn’t want this.” She focused her attention on the brunette, trying not to make eye contact with Robert on her left. She had to keep him out of sight. She also was avoiding the look of her boys. She had to do this right so that she was keeping them safe. She stepped in front of them.

“Don’t talk to me about what Neal would want. You poisoned him against me, harpy,” Milah snapped, Killian looking on with a sharp smile that showed all of his teeth. Or at least - the remaining ones.

“He doesn’t need to see this.” Belle insisted, “I brought the money, Milah. You can let them go.” She threw out a bag on the floor, and it slid against the concrete with a whoosh.

“Where’s Robert?” Killian asked. He made no movement to grab the bag. Belle swallowed the urge to reach for her boys and get them out of here.

“He’s probably run away,” Milah taunted. “Lord knows he’s not man enough to come here.”

Belle schooled her facial expression after a millisecond. “He’s on his way. Are the boys okay?”

“They’re fine.” Killian interjected. “No worse for wear, right lads?” He leaned against Milah, looking sideways at the boys.

Gideon squirmed and tried to shout. Neal held fast to his brother’s hand and told him to stay quiet. Belle could see his knee was scraped through the jeans and saw red for a second before she had to remind herself to calm down.

She could be a mom in a minute when they were safe. Right now, she had to be a cop.

Killian took a step forward, Milah close on his heels. It was like a game of cat and mouse. Belle wasn’t sure who was who. She didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her boys home in time for bed.

“Take the money,” Belle said. “Let me get the boys.”

“Sensible choice, lass.” Killian scowled. “Not very fun, but I can see being with Ol' Gold wouldn’t give you much room for fun in your life. Milah, get the bag.”

Belle took two steps backwards, closer to the boys. “Neal,” she said in a low voice. “The restraints, are they loose enough to run?”

Neal gave a very small nod. Gideon whimpered. “Mama, where’s Papa?”

“When I say so, I want you to take Gideon and run down the left hallway.” Belle continued carefully, having to pretend as if she wasn’t listening to Gideon. Milah was closer to the bag now. Belle took a deep breath. “Three seconds from the end of this sentence, loosen your restraints in one hand. Keep together. Stay in the hall until we get you.”

Neal glanced to the right. He’d been in his Taekwondo classes for a long enough time that he knew not to give his position away. Gideon wasn’t as advanced yet, but Neal would protect his brother. He had to. He loosened the restraints in his right arm, and slowly slid the hand out. Belle shouted, “Now! GO.” And he was off, running to the left with Gideon dragging behind him. Milah grabbed the bag, and Killian backed up. His gun fired a warning shot in the air.

Robert grabbed the boys on the left side of the hall. Belle took her gun out of her boots and aimed it at Milah directly. “Milah Jones, Killian Jones, you’re both under arrest for kidnapping two minors.”

“The bag’s full of newspaper, not cash,” Milah shouted to Killian. Killian started to sprint, but Robert aimed his gun at Killian’s foot. Shot him in the leg, and he doubled over in pain, wailing.

“Nice shot Papa!” Neal cheered, watching as Milah’s eyes widened in shock. “Neal?” Her eyes filled with tears as Belle got up behind her, cuffing her. Milah didn’t move, betrayal written on her face. Belle hid her snicker.

Gideon launched into Robert’s arms, and no sooner did Belle snap the second cuff closed on Milah that Neal yelled out, “Mom!” Milah smirked as the boy raced in her direction, but it turned into a sneer when he ignored her and embraced Belle. “I’ve got you baby. We’re here now,” Belle promised, murmuring words of sweet affection for her son as she buried her face in his mess of brown curls. She looked up, made eye contact with Milah. “It takes more than giving birth to someone to be their mom. You have to love them more than you love yourself, something I don’t think you are capable of.”

#rumbelle showdown #round one fic #author: Firefighter Barbie

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