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miraculouscontent · 4 years ago

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Didn’t Need Burrow (May 30th-July 5th)

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Narrative basically ret-cons bad behavior of someone who isn't Marinette.

Oh yay! Alya V2!

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Don't Need Burrow to know that Mouse!Mylene will be called Multimouse.

I read somewhere that her name will be Polymouse but the source was broken.

Please be a mistake back when we saw the hero names and Mylene didn’t get her own name.

I’d also like to add a bonus that either Mylene gets named that without her consent (like someone calls her that), or Mylene names herself that without any knowledge of Multimouse!Marinette at all.

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Didn't need burrow: Assuming Luka×Zoe actually happens, there will be no build up whatsoever. In one episode, they just happen to get trapped together somewhere, talk for like ten seconds and start dating immediately afterwards. Basically the same as Alya×Nino bc none of the ships in this show (other than Lukanette and Adrigami) had any sort of meaningful developement before happening

A relationship beyond the love square getting development??? That’s cute.

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Didn't need burrow: Nino is gonna realize that Alya has the fox miraculous full time now and because of that he's gonna get pissy and so somehow Alya will be outta commission and Nino will be there so Marinette will give him a miraculous, Alya will probably say something encouraging about Nino, and then HE'LL get a full time miraculous to.

The only reason I don’t feel like this won’t happen is that it doesn’t direct anywhere near as much blame onto Marinette.

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Don't need burrow to know Chat will get angry at Ladybug and maybe Rena because Rena is now a permanent hero and he'll spend the day being a dick, but he'll be forced to work with Rena and realize things are good, but he'll only apologize to Rena.

Ladybug is just used to being chopped liver I assume.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Adrigami is restored, while Lukanette isn't.

Marinette will be too busy being forced by the narrative to continue caring about Adrien.

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Didn't need burrow, Su Han will only reappear at the end of the season and then disappear again.

“Hi, Su-Ha--oh, there he goes.”

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Don't Need a Burrow: Adrien decide to confess his secret identity as Chat Noir to Nathalie. She decide to don't tell him that his father is Hawkmoth (but also decide to don't tell Gabriel that his son is Chat Noir)

God, the Agreste drama intensifies. Kill me.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette actually REJECTS Adrien after the identity reveal after it hits her all at once that HE did all the awful, questionable things Chat Noir did. This allows the Love Square Drama to continue, with Marinette being slammed for DARING to be upset/have STANDARDS - everyone claims that she's set the bar too impossibly high and is responsible for her own romantic misery, while Adrien continues being coddled by other temporary love interests while waiting for her to wise up.

Uggggggh.

I’m just waiting for Ladybug to loudly reject Chat Noir and then she falls for him soon after and bonus if Chat rubs it in her face that she’s moved on or the narrative ignores Chat’s past actions as Ladybug is all like, “WOW HE’S SO RESPECTFUL NOW.”

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Didn't Need Burrow: Ladybug's continued rejections of Chat Noir are directly compared to Gabriel's shitty parenting -- both of them are denying Adrien things he wants, and these crimes against Sadrien are depicted as equally awful. (If not weighted towards Ladybug being worse because sHe'S bReAkInG hIs WiDdLe HeArT~~~)

This one wins for making me the most upset.

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Didn’t need burrow: Juleka will become the tiger hero in another Julerose-centric episode, but this time Rose is akumatized (into princess fragrance again, but this time with a sentimonster so it’s DiFfErEnT). It will chronologically take place after guilt trip, but Rose’s disability will not be acknowledged, even in passing.

I swear, if I have to see a repeat akuma ONE MORE TIME!!!

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Didn’t need burrow: The major conflict of the season will be Marinette repeating “mistakes” (this can be similar to not keeping chat 100% in the loop till he throws a fit or having a human to depend on emotionally about miraculous stuff) Bonus: The show doesn’t show the good that came out of her actions and only the bad (Not having a breakdown and etc)

Yup. Definitely Marinette’s fault that she needed to rely on someone so she didn’t have a breakdown. She should’ve buried her emotions and broke down every day instead.

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Didn’t Need Burrow: After the show runners give into another fan theory of new permanent heroes, they will quickly show why this was a mistake. Bonus if it’s the very next episode (because if Marinette did it then it has to be bad)

This already felt super likely and then you added “because if Marinette did it then it has to be bad” and now I’m just sad because it’s doubly right.

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Didn’t Need Burrow: Marinette, who dreams of being a fashion designer, designs something that’s just ugly. Bonus if it’s never addressed/characters just say it’s great so the show doesn’t look bad at designing clothes

Does Ladybug count? Still can’t believe Chat Noir gets the “complex” outfit with actual thought and Ladybug gets the onesie.

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Didn't Need Burrow: It's revealed that Emilie intended to use the Miraculi they'd found to 'give Adrien the world'. This is treated as a sympathetic motive because, as Word of God constantly insists, Adrien is perfect and deserves everything he desires, regardless of how anyone else feels about it. Thus it doesn't matter what horrific things his parents did or intended; their goals are treated as righteous, with Ladybug being Wrong to oppose them.

They just want what’s best for their son!!

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Didn't Need Burrow: There will be a plot in which LADYBUG is accused of not caring about civilians, with Adrien/Chat Noir getting to lecture her as if HE has the moral high ground. Or any ground to stand on. His abysmal track record is completely ignored, retconned, or otherwise treated as inapplicable; we likely get a singular moment where he suddenly Gives A Shit about protecting one of his friends/classmates, which is treated as proof that he Always Cares About Such Matters.

Bonus if it’s Ladybug choosing not to defend/save someone who spited her/deserves it, which is “clearly worse” than Chat Noir threatening to let Paris drown in “Syren.” Ladybug is not allowed to be human and also not allowed to show people that there are consequences for their actions, proving that they/Chat can take advantage and mock her as much as they want with no repurcussions.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Sabrina and Chloe have another Friendship Breakup; when Sabrina seems poised to actually get away from her abusive 'BFF' for good, Adrien intervenes/whines at Marinette to help him fix it, because it's nOt FaAaAaIr for Chloe to be aLl AlOoOoOoNe...

Is it too late to make Adrien disappear and have it look like an accident.

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DNB: In a Shocking Twist, Cats are revealed to be cursed - the majority suffer some catastrophic fate as the Ring eventually causes their Destruction. Only True Love can break it, making Ladybug's refusal to give in to Chat Noir's advances a literal matter of life-and-death and 'justifying' all of his behavior. Bonus if it's retconned that *Adrien always knew this*, despite nothing in his behavior ever indicating he believed himself to be on borrowed time. Because Angstrese.

Also bonus if this is also used as just another way to make him seem sympathetic. Double bonus if this information is brought up after Ladybug snaps at Chat Noir, and she’s told this information to make her feel guilty.

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Don't Need a Burrow: If Adrien reveal someone his secret identity, it will be ... obviously Wayhem.

Nino: hello darkness--

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Didn't Need Burrow: Goat!Marc, Rooster!Nathaniel and even Ox!Ivan will be buffed out because not even the boys in this show are allowed to keep their own body shapes when they become superheroes.

I’m positive Ivan especially will be beefed up. The civilian models are really awkward at times and clearly not prepared to be put in onesies (it’s hard to explain and maybe someone more experienced with propotions/anatomy will be able to say it better, but their limbs don’t have a lot of “shape” to them I guess?).

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Didn’t need burrow: Alya’s miraculous looks exactly the same in it’s “camouflage” mode solely so Lila can easily switch her necklace with Alya’s. (seriously why does it not change that bothers the hell out of me)

If that happens, I’d put money on Alya not getting called out on it. Good to know you put so much priority on “secrecy,” Alya.

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Didn’t need burrow: A kwami swap will happen again somehow. Marinette will uncharacteristically scold Adrien way more harshly than normal AGAIN to make him feel bad about himself and this will further the (Adrien melodrama depression arc) of him feeling useless/ replaced. Bonus points if Alya picks up his slack.

Honestly, I was here for the scolding in “Reflekdoll” just because there weren’t consequences for her for once.

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Didn’t Need Burrow: There will be Sad Noir galore. Its all Ladybug’s fault, naturally.

Naturally.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Episode where Sabrina gets Dog Miraculous will be Chloe-centric (or Bourgeois sisters centric)

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Didn’t Need Burrow: the episode where Sabrina gets the Dog Miraculous (which seems inevitable now, ugh) will heavily feature or even focus on Chloé, despite the fact that Chloé has already had a couple of episodes focusing largely on her this season. Sabrina’s introduction as a hero will have about as much focus as Kim’s or will be jammed into the last five minutes of the episode. Bonus points if they manage to deny her a proper transformation sequence like they did Kagami.

Roger: *exists and desperately needs development on his policy that caused Sabrina to become Chloe’s slave in the first place*

show: okay but--

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Didn't Need Burrow: Under pressure, Marinette admits to Alya and/or Tikki that she doesn't mind the attention (aka constant harassment) Chat Noir gives her; parroting common claims by sexual harassers, she says it makes her feel *special* and *noticed*. She may also insist that she still wishes he would focus on the AKUMA/their responsibilities more, but the obvious point of this scene is to 'justify' his behavior with evidence that 'she enjoys it'.

MARINETTE

PLEASE

YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER

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Didn't Need Burrow: There will be a joke about Chat Noir *copping a feel* on Ladybug after an akuma sends them into an awkward position. Ladybug's shock and discomfort is played for laughs; bonus if he quips about her suit not leaving much to the imagination. Adrien is in a fantastic mood afterwards, considering that to be the 'best battle yet'. (Alternatively, another heroine is victimized and Ladybug is visibly jealous/her annoyance at Chat is treated like jealousy.)

I’m not adding this to the spreadsheet just because a scene like that is too dicey for a kid’s show (though, believe me, if it were to happen, I’m putting that on it’s own damn card), but I will say that this would 100% happen if this were an anime/aimed towards an older audience.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien tricks Alya into thinking that Chat Noir already knows Ladybug's secret identity, thusly learning that she's Marinette. This is passed off as all MARI's fault, naturally. If Alya apologizes at all, it's in a backhanded, "But why didn't he know this already?" sort of fashion.

It’s Marinette’s fault for telling Alya her identity in the first place.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Post-Reveal, Marinette struggles to reconcile how her crush is also her abusive slacker 'partner'. Adrien, by contrast, accepts her as Ladybug immediately... though his words make clear that he doesn't give a shit who SHE is, just that she's Ladybug. Naturally, this is treated as Mari needing to learn how to accept Adrien for who he is, all while insisting that his many flaws and failings aren't issues at all.

i hate it, thanks

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DNB: The RLBS is EXPLICITLY punishment for Marinette: after a mutual reveal, Adrien declares that they can't get together as civilians until she accepts him as Chat Noir. Mari is forced to awkwardly pursue Chat as Ladybug while he strings her along/humiliates her; meanwhile, Adrien trolls her with shallow gestures to fluster her/rile up their shipper classmates, who ride her ass for not 'sealing the deal' and making their relationship official. Alya, aware of everything, is the WORST about it.

I presume that “RLBS” is “Reverse Love BS” which... yes.

Also, that whole “she needs to accept him as Chat Noir” infuriates me because that’s been a fandom thing forever.

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Don't Need a Burrow: The only reason Sabrina got Dog Miraculous is because of a scene where Chloe literally "Kick the Dog".

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Didn’t Need Burrow to know that despite Sabrina almost certainly getting a miraculous and becoming a hero, the fact that she deserves better than being abused by Chloé and is a worthwhile individual in her own right will not be addressed. Because StATuS QuO!

I just had a horrible thought that they’ll do the episode like--

Chloe treats Sabrina terribly like usual, Sabrina ditches Chloe and Chloe is miserable + takes it out on everyone else for it, then Chloe gets akumatized over it and Sabrina gets the dog (for “loyalty”), which leads to Sabrina going back to Chloe so that Chloe will direct the abuse more solely towards Sabrina because “she takes it out on others otherwise”/she’s “used to it”/”it’s her responsibility and this is the right thing to do.” This will also be presented as the “right choice” and Chloe and Sabrina’s relationship will basically not change for the sake of leaving Chloe the way she is.

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Didn’t Need Burrow: Cat Noir is gonna throw a Syren-Sized fit if/when he finds out that Ladybug dares to have a support network through Alya (not a very GOOD support network, but one nonetheless).

Still waiting for the “lesson” where Ladybug is told she’s not allowed to have emotions/be vulnerable.

Oh wait, that’s the show.

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Didn't need Burrow: Adrien/Chat Noir will angst and fish for sympathy points instead of apologizing for the 40th time in the series.

Every time.

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Didn’t Need Burrow: Luka is gonna say that Adrien and Marinette are made for each other. This is the last appearance that he will make in the show (with exception to background/shipping fuel between him and somebody else w̶h̶o̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ ̶e̶i̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶Z̶o̶è̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶K̶a̶g̶a̶m̶i̶).

Considering the ““““parellel”“““ episodes of “Truth” and “Lies,” I’m just ready for the same thing that happened with Kagami in “Mr. Pigeon 72.”

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Didn't Need Burrow: Trixx plays pranks on Alya's family and is a little troll; he particularly loves teasing the twins, since any claims they might make about seeing a 'magical flying fox' will be passed off as childish imaginings. Alya blames Marinette for this more than she does Trixx.

Marineeeette, raise your “children” better!!

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Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will wind up spilling Ladybug's secret identity to Nino because 'she needs to talk to SOMEONE about this!' (and Mari CLEARLY doesn't count for anything) and trusts her boyfriend.

I would also imagine Alya going on about Marinette’s secret to Nino without explicitly telling him.

Also, this will be an episode in this season because Alya couldn’t even keep it in for ONE SEASON (”Animan” all over again).

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Didn't Need Burrow: Ladybug will be seriously injured during an akuma battle, with circumstances preventing them from winning the fight/repairing the damage with Miraculous Cure right away. Adrien/Chat Noir attempts to exploit the situation to learn 'his lady's' secret identity. The narrative REFUSES to call him out on this; it's entirely on Marinette to protect herself by hiding the truth despite her injuries.

Bonus because “Ladybug” seemed to imply that their almost invincible in their suits, though I imagine if they get hurt, it’ll be Chat Noir and used for angst (like in “Miraculer”).

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Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will combine Miraculi more often to cut down on having to track down others all the time and put them in danger. (And also because the merch guys want more stuff to base toys off of.) She gets condemned for being a 'glory hound' and 'taught' that she needs to rely upon others more often, no matter what sort of risks that might entail (she'll get blamed for that anyway) or how they might let her down (again, always her fault).

Marinette: *tries not to burden others and instead does what the narrative has convinced her of; bearing the world’s weight alone until she breaks*

show: gOd, mArIneTtE--

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Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir's tendency to screw around, flirt, and not read or work with his allies at all gets Rena Rouge, Vesperia or one of the other heroes hurt. Naturally, this is played for Sadrien above all else -- if Ladybug or anyone else DARES to show any anger towards him for it, it's depicted as completely unjustified and unfair. Bonus if the injured party insists that it's okay.

They neeeed Chat Noir to lighten the mood! He’s worth the risk!

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Didn't Need Burrow: RLBS is kicked off by Marinette being utterly HUMILIATED by Adrien publicly rejecting her once he can't ignore her crush anymore, spurring her to give up on him 'for good'. Adrien decides that he misses her chasing after him and starts pursuing her, with Alya and others encouraging her to accept his advances/telling her that she's crazy to reject him even after what he did. Marinette's utter misery over the whole ordeal is treated as HILARIOUS.

It’s not like he mEaNt to embarrass you, Marinette!!!

Marinette didn’t meant to do a lot of things too but you don’t see the show giving her any slack.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien/Chat Noir starts treating Alya/Rena Rouge with exactly as much 'respect' as he gives Ladybug -- which is to say, nothing but lip service paired with stunts like refusing to help unless she spills Ladybug's secrets. Alya naturally blames Marinette for this.

I’m torn on whether he’d “””respect her””” as much as Ladybug or give her even more respect, probably on the premise that “Ladybug chose her,” and that somehow proves that Chat Noir is a good guy in all this (while, again, disrespecting/not trusting Ladybug/making his own decisions at every corner).

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien/Chat Noir attempts to charm Alya/Rena Rouge into sharing Ladybug's secrets with him, possibly making Nino jealous in the process.

*sees “Rocketear” trailer*

oh no...

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Didn't Need Burrow: We get another 'Bad Future' episode centered on Sadrien; this time around, it features him losing the Ring, painting this popular plotline as a horrible idea because Adrien is Perfect and Never Does Anything Wrong, and should never be punished for his actions. No matter how it happens, Marinette is blamed for it; bonus if somebody angrily tells her that SHE should have lost HER Miraculous instead.

Wouldn’t be surprised, but that would also mean making a new model of a cat hero.

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Didn't Need Burrow: It's revealed that part of the reason Alix/Bunnix refuses to share any 'Spoilers' about how the future is 'meant to go' is because Marinette Suffers Incredibly in the process, and Alix knows that she'd try to find some other way... and assumes that she'd fail in the process. This is treated as entirely valid and Marinette, if she learns that this is part why Bunnix won't tell her shit, has to accept that she's just doomed to be Fate's personal punching bag. Sucks to be her!

It’s “meant to be.”

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Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette/Ladybug is told outright that she's a horrible person for not respecting Chat Noir's feelings for her. Bonus points if it's Alya, citing Mari's crush on Adrien as proof that she should know how it feels to constantly fail at getting your crush's attention. (Alternately, Adrien venting to her about how *unfair* it is that Ladybug's so cruel to her partner, unaware of the dramatic irony.) Triple-7 Jackpot of Shit if this contributes to the RLBS becoming a thing.

UGGGGGH.

And of course Chat Noir wouldn’t get the same treament and it’ll be like, “WELL ADRIEN DOESN’T kNoW sO--”

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Didn't Need Burrow: Instead of Lila, Chloe is revealed to be the next holder of the Butterfly Miraculous. This shows Chloe as "irredeemable" while successfully writing Lila out of the show.

Meanwhile, the writers’ script is frantically scribbled on with red marker.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Reveal that post about Lila being future Hawkmoth was Red Herring (or in this case orange herring)

Dumb herring.

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Didn't need a burrow;

By the end of the series, Gabriel will have a redemption arc to feel sympathy for him :o

guys he’s so sad don’t you see--

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien's inability to choose between the 'love of his life' and the abusive shitbag excuse of a sire who'd just smacked him like a ping-pong ball foreshadows that he will ultimate choose Gabriel after learning that he's Hawk/Shadowmoth. This will be entirely blamed on Marinette not being able to keep him by her side because 'she didn't love/cherish/appreciate him enough'!

After “Guiltrip” and the whole, “I don’t say this enough--” line, I’d buy it and now I’m sad.

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Didn't Need Burrow: The RLBS is kicked off by Chat Noir switching sides and joining Hawk/Shadowmoth. Ladybug is forced to appeal to Chat's 'love' for her, with Alya, Tikki, and various other 'friends'/allies blaming her for his defection. Meanwhile, Sadrien starts pursuing Marinette as an outlet for his mangst, 'unintentionally' making her more miserably conflicted in the process.

She rejected him and therefore he’s in his right to switch sides. She never even gave him a chance!!!

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien is a Sentimonster/was created by other Miraculous magic by the Agrestes, who desired a 'perfect/model son'. This is used to further the narrative that his entitlement is actually a Good Thing: Adrien was not MEANT to have any wants/needs/desires of his own, but mysteriously developed them anyway. Thus Marinette NEEDS to cater to his every whim because it's sO mIrAcUlOuS that he HAS them in the first place. Hooray...?

His very EXISTENCE is MIRACULOUS, Marinette!!!

Also, Astruc will act like this was amazingly foreshadowed in “Ladybug” where Ladybug comments on Sentibug’s perfection.and with Astruc always called Adrien perfect (either on his own or through other characters).

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Didn't Need Burrow: Another Shocking Familial Connection is revealed: Felix is not Adrien's cousin, but Gabriel and Emilie's original son, whom they shunted off on her sister and replaced with the 'perfect' Adrien. 50-50 split on whether this is used to excuse all of Felix's shitty behavior or if he's demonized further -- 'See, THIS is why they replaced him! ANYONE would choose the Perfect Adrien over someone like THAT!'

Why not both????

It’s like the Chloe-Zoe situation but male.

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Didn't Need Burrow: After learning that Rena Rouge has become Ladybug's confidant, Chat Noir outright REFUSES to help at a critical moment, sneering about how 'you ladies CLEARLY don't need me'. As with everything else, the blame for his latest stunt is laid neatly at Marinette's feet, because Adrien is never EVER responsible for his own actions.

They’ll probably blame Marinette because Ladybug “didn’t tell him right away.”

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Didn't Need Burrow: Circumstances force Adrien to be Mr. Bug again (since they already have the models). Much is milked from how HAAAAAAAARRRRD his temporary responsibilities are on him, and he reiterates afterwards how happy he is that he doesn't have to deal with that all the time. No actual sympathy for Ladybug's situation is displayed, though stans treat it as such; what we're actually SHOWN is that Adrien only cares about the burden when HE'S the one stuck carrying it.

As per usual, no one cares about Marinette’s problems until it directly affects THEM, and then they’ll go back to not caring.

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Didn't Need Burrow: With all of the other abusive behavior Adrien has shown towards Ladybug, it's only a matter of time before we get a 'Why did you make me hit you?' moment. No akuma influence; just him physically lashing out at her because he's an entitled little shit upset over not getting his way, followed by the inevitable bleating about how bad HE feels and how he'll 'never do it again'. Naturally, this is presented as though Marinette 'deserved it' and must accept his apology.

Show, don’t do this to me, I swear--

I’d be surprised if this did happen, but more because it’s like wow the lack of self-awareness is even worse than I thought.

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Didn't Need Burrow: We get a Very Special Episode about sexual harassment... which not only refuses to acknowledge Adrien's behavior as such, but asserts that he would NEVER touch 'his lady' in any kind of inappropriate fashion. Bonus: he harasses her in that very same episode to 'prove' that his behavior isn't inappropriate.

So “Felix” but worse...

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Don't Need a Burrow: The reason why ML Writers made Zoe an actress is to justify why she managed to recognize that Lila is "Liar that lies" instantly after meeting her.

Waiting for the moment where Zoe talks to Marinette to address Marinette “acting like she’s not in love with Adrien.”

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Didn't Need Burrow: Lila steals the Fox Pendant from Alya/does something that affects her *personally*. Alya then reads Marinette the riot act, demanding to know "Why didn't you WARN ME about her?!" (None of the times that she DID count because Alya dismissed them as her 'just being jealous', which is, of course, entirely Mari's fault.) Bonus if we allude back to her claiming that 'good reporters do their research' and how she expected MARI to provide her her with proof of her claims.

Marinette: *thousand yard stare*

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Didn't Need Burrow: When Lila is exposed, Marinette gets blamed for all the harm she caused with her various deceptions, since she tried to warn others and couldn't convince anyone of the truth. Adrien 'taking the high road' is largely glossed over; if anyone finds out that HE knew too and never did anything to warn anyone, he's quickly forgiven for 'not knowing any better'.

See, Marinette, if you just hadn’t tRiEd--

And Adrien was just trying to “be nice to everyone equally” so he’s forgiven.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien/Chat Noir outright admits that he dislikes Rena/the other heroes being around since they make him feel unnecessary. This is treated as a perfectly reasonable and valid complaint rather than a slacker piss-moaning about being shown up by others making actual EFFORT.

*flashbacks to “You’re not trying to replace me with a turtle, are you?” after Carapace shows up LITERALLY ONCE*

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Didn't Need Burrow: We get a retread of the NYC Special's Angstrian when he accidentally ('accidentally?') Cataclysms Rena/somebody else. Bonus if the victim once again argues that THEIR experiences/trauma are FAR less important than his. (Especially if it's Alya, Nino, Max... somebody who ALSO happens to be a character of color temporarily killed off to make the spoiled white rich brat feel sorry for himself.)

It’s an accident and also probably “Ladybug’s fault.”

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien/Chat Noir skips an akuma attack/shows up late to find it was resolved without him, and mopes about how 'his lady doesn't need him anymore', requiring somebody else to massage his ego. Bonus points if somebody (likely Ladybug) is demonized for getting annoyed at him for being late/a no-show, because HOW DARE they take defending Paris seriously?!

Well excuse us, Chat, next time we’ll just awkwardly stall for twenty minutes.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir will 'accidentally' Cataclysm one of the protective Charms so that its holder can be akumatized again. Bonus if he does this to Alya/one of the other heroes.

Probably Chloe.

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Didn't Need Burrow: The protective charms are ultimately rendered effectively pointless when Adrien switches sides and starts using his powers to destroy them. Naturally, Marinette is held completely responsible for his actions, because God FORBID he ever be called to account for himself. Not when his 'partner' is around to absorb all the blame.

You didn’t make him feel loVeD, Marinette.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien pulls a Chloe with his own attempt at engineered heroics, putting the lives of others on the line to 'prove his value'. Ladybug is completely blamed for the stunt; bonus if someone accuses her of 'not learning anything' from what happened with Chloe.

Hate it. Hate it a lot.

We already got him trying to cause/hoping for akuma, so this isn’t too far off.

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Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien gives Zoe better advice for dealing with her bullies. His policy for handling Chloe and Lila remains the same as ever. (In other words, only Marinette has to 'be the better person' and keep suffering at the hands of her abusers, since it maintains his preferred status quo. But it's no skin off his nose if Zoe's situation changes/improves.)

I also imagine that Adrien would give this advice without Marinette onscreen, so Adrien won’t be called out on it.

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Didn’t Need Burrow: Alya will reveal Marinette’s identity to someone (possibly Nino) and the show will then punish Marinette for trusting Alya in the first place. Bonus point if the show then says she should have trusted Adrien/Chat Noir because he would never have betrayed her trust.

I’m just remembering the fandom’s complaints and wow I hate it.

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Don't Need a Burrow: Ladybug Miraculous basically change into Poor man's version of Green Lantern's Ring

*stares at the phone in “Optigami” that somehow picks up on the kwamis’ voices* hm

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Didn’t Need Burrow: Marinette will look through the future and see one where she and Luka get together, except it’s portrayed as bad and abusive, more so if he knows her secret identity, and the only way for her to escape it is by getting with Chat Noir(and not...you know, anybody else. Or being single. Or MAKING THE RELATIONSHIP WORK!!!). Chat Noir sees it too, and gloat about in her face, since it proved that they were “meant for each other, m’lady!” Bonus points if someone calls Thomas Ass Truck out on this shit, and he either replies that it was the best thing to do, claims it doesn’t matter how Lukanette is treated/the love square ends up together because they’re “made for each other” anyway, or even tries to pass it off as “girl power”, because how could we let the female lead get with the respe—oops, I mean abusive guy over the one who treats her te—oops, I mean respectfully and like a “gentleman” would?! And then he’ll follow up by blocking them for daring to question the Ridiculous Relationship Rhombus and respect the “non-endgame” ship. Even wor—oops! I mean, better, if love square shippers use this opportunity to gloat about how “I always knew Adrien and Marinette(notice how they always place his name first?!) were perfect for each other, Luka wasn’t good enough for Marinette, take that, Lukanette shippers!” declaring it “anti-salt”.

bfgkdjfgdfg god

Also, the only problem with this idea is that it would mean making an adult model for Luka.

Bonus if another “disadvantage” to Marinette dating Luka is that Luka isn’t high class.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will be told outright to 'Get over yourself' and stop bringing up valid complaints about Chat Noir's shitty behavior, as the series becomes increasingly overt with its subtext about how one of Marinette's Biggest Mistakes is having STANDARDS.

Ignoring that Luka exists, of course, and if it’s mentioned that Luka exists then cue, “OH BUT SHE DOESN’T AAAACTUALLY LOVE LUKA.”

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need Burrow: SentiWiFi (Lady WiFi Sentimonster)

SentiEveryone at this point...

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Nino is again robbed of screentime by Sentimonster based on him.

*sees “Sentibubbler” title and trailer*

Did--did you predict the future??

...I mean, we’ve been doing that the whole time, but damn.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will continue shoving Marinette towards Adrien, then mockingly ask 'Didn't you want to give romance a break?' or something along those lines. Showing that not only is she fully aware of Marinette's wishes and doesn't give a damn, but implicitly blaming Marinette for her inability to stick to them, despite how SHE is the one forcing the issue.

“We all know that you WANT HIM, Marinette! Stop denying yourself!!!”

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: When Marinette gets a spot of hope regarding her relationship woes, Alya leaps in to take all the credit for the apparent success. Once the light turns out to be an incoming Drama Train that blindsides Marinette and leaves her humiliated and heartbroken, Alya insists that it's entirely MARI's fault that things went off the rails.

Waiting for a line from Alya about how she’s doing everything right and Marinette must be really hopeless if Alya’s schemes aren’t working...

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya and Nino will get into a bit of Relationship Drama in order to further reinforce the series' double standards. (Such as 'It's OK for boys to lie, but girls shouldn't have any secrets.' Or 'Boys can hold grudges, but girls must forgive every trespass.' Or 'Girls shouldn't told boys to impossible standards like expecting to be treated with basic human decency.') Bonus points if Marinette gets blamed for it.

Yup.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: The subtext about Marinette not deserving a GOOD love interest is further emphasized by Kagami and Luka getting together. Kagami comments on how she can trust Luka not to lie to her; this is the closest she gets to explaining to Marinette WHY she broke things off with Adrien in the first place. After all, it doesn't matter if Adrien lies to Marinette; they're 'meant for each other'.

I’m still not over Kagami saying that the guy who lied to her is “made for” her only friend????

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Zoe learns a valuable lesson about the importance of Being Herself with Luka's help, teasing the idea of the two of them getting together.

“Bonus” for Marinette saying that Zoe and Luka are made for each other.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir deliberately strings Vesperia along in a ploy to make Ladybug jealous. Zoe is naturally heartbroken when she learns the truth. Her pain is blamed entirely on Marinette, since Adrien can NEVER be held accountable for his own actions.

Ladybug, you should’ve seen this coming!!

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need burrow (kinda?), Astruc apparently is aware that his perfect Adrien is flawed as Chat Noir (he said so on twitter), and I fear that if anyone ever asks him why the two sides of Adrien so different, he'll reveal that the cat miraculous changes the holder's personality or some shit, which will cause "Anti Adrien Salt" to explode, screaming "the salter's claims aren't valid anymore, it's not Adrien's fault, it's the miraculous!!!1!!111!!!!¡¡!¡¡¡!!!"

I feel like he denied that back when he still had a Tumblr but gosh I’m just waiting for it to be confirmed because FANON THEORIES.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien gets a taste of what Marinette goes through constantly when he/Chat Noir suffers a bit of minor humiliation over his crush. His pain and angst over this is played DEAD SERIOUS, treated as though he's suffering through the WORST THING EVER even though whatever happened pales in comparison to what Marinette has endured. Anyone who dares so much as chuckle at what happened is villainized, since only a MONSTER would find his suffering funny.

I’m seething.

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Return of Sentibug (for fanservice)

Bonus if they kill her off again. Something something “only one Ladybug” something.

neyla9 asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: So if Zoe gets sent to a new boarding school after being in Paris for a few months (there is a chance the writers will just completely ignore that this was established in Sole Crusher, in which case this probably won't happen), I predict that Zoe was brought in specifically to redeem Chloe, rubbing it in Marinette's face that she failed at redeeming Chloe, and force Marinette to give Chloe the bee miraculous back

Most likely. Apparently needed to bring someone else in to make Marinette feel worse.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien abandons/ditches his responsibilities as a hero because he's too busy sulking over his ego being bruised by some slight (real or imagined). Marinette is naturally blamed for this.

Oh, of course!

Marinette probably had to be late for patrol so he was intentionally late for something, and then was like well you did it to me, so--

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chloe will get another tiresome 'Will she or won't she be redeemed?' arc, only to backstab/betray everyone again. Astruc will preen and croon on social media about how gullible anyone that thinks she could ever be redeemable is. Bonus points if Chloe's damning act that proves she's unsalvageable is something ADRIEN has done.

Meanwhile, Nino is back here absolutely collecting DUST!!!

I guess you gotta be a horrible person/make Marinette suffer to get screen time.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chloe will discover Vesperia's secret identity and steal the Bee Miraculous, then spitefully out Zoe so that SHE can't be a heroine anymore.

Marinette is running out of teens at this point but finding new ones would mean more models.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Zoe is used to teach Marinette that she's too harsh on others for lying, and should accept that they can be dishonest sometimes. (Especially Adrien.) As a natural follow-up, Marinette is blamed/punished for falling for a friend's lies -- because CLEARLY it's not Alya/Adrien/anyone else's fault if she believes their bullshit!

No one’s perfect, Marinette! People are human!!

...Except you, of course.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Despite the incident with SentiNino, Shadow Moth will *successfully* obtain a miraculous by using the same trick. Bonus points if it's Marinette/Ladybug who falls for it... though really, she'll be blamed regardless.

Double bonus if she doesn’t fall for it but it still goes through.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: The 'Shocking Twist' of Adrien/Chat Noir betraying Team Miraculous and joining his father will be presented as though it's entirely Marinette/Ladybug's fault, with Adrien acting as though he Had No Choice and angsting about being 'forced' to betray his lady and friends. The series never acknowledges how self-serving his motives actually are, and any call-outs he gets are treated as Wrong and Awful and Blaming Poor Innocent Victim Adrien.

“hE’s jUsT tRyinG tO sAvE hIs mOm”

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: 'Borrowing' from many a Salt Fic, Marinette will thank her for 'proving who my *real* friends are'. This entails giving Adrien, Alya and possibly others credit for always standing by her, believing in her, and various other things that they never actually did.

I’m presuming “her” means “everyone”/”the girl squad” and yup.

Better tell than show I guess.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will be retconned into having 'never believed anything Lila said'. Or at least, she will CLAIM that she never believed her.

I WILL BE SO UPSET

Also prepared for them to handwave it, like, “oh whatever, now I’m helping you since I know so it’s all good!”

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need Burrow: Similarities between Luka and Zoe were only red herring. Zoe will become Kagami's new love interest (and Kagami and Zoe's dynamic will be suspiciously similar do Fanon!Marigami)

But that would imply they care enough about LGBT rep.

Though they could always pull a Voltron and slip it in at the very end.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will suffer the toll/backlash from using multiple Miraculi ONLY for the sake of making that her Latest Mistake. Her past successes are only acknowledged as a way of painting her as arrogant for assuming she could continue doing so safely.

She’ll probably be yelled at and told not to “keep doing everything herself” even though that’s what the narrative keeps telling her to do.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien discovers his father's secret identity and hides it... and this is painted as an act of incredible self-sacrifice rather than selfishness. Rather than treating it as a betrayal of Ladybug/Team Miraculous, the series focuses on his angst and 'inner struggle', pretending there's something heroic about him refusing to expose Hawkmoth and potentially put an end to his terrorizing Paris.

Deep breaths, Clarity.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need burrow: Alya will get to keep her boyfriend despite her being involved with the miraculous box n stuff, unlike Marinette. Why, you ask? Easy, the bond between Luka and Mari just isn't sTrOnG eNoUgH for them to last through difficult times, like Alya and Nino do so easily.

Ignoring that Marinette and Luka only just got together and also that Marinette has it WAY different than Alya.

But no I guess. Adrien and Marinette are “made for each other” so gotta discredit Lukanette whenever. Marinette isn’t allowed to be happy, we know.

Anonymous asked:

Didn’t Need Burrow: The one time Marinette gets a break from akumas and her responsibilities all hell breaks loose and the lesson for that episode will be that Marinette and Marinette alone must carry the burden of being Ladybug and Guardian.

Marinette: *gets five minutes of sleep*

Paris: *catches on fire*

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow (Can I do two at once?): "Crocoduel" will not acknowledge the Lukanette breakup at all, and the titular Akuma will just be Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock again.

(You’re allowed two, absolutely!)

I’d like to add as well that, even if they do acknowledge the Lukanette breakup, Marinette will talk to Luka about it but then be like, “I’m not focusing on love right now and I’m too busy so I’m sorry for everything that happened,” even as everyone keeps pushing for the love square.

#category: salt #Didn't Need Burrow #other: ask and answer #((This was supposed to come out earlier but I've been SUPER nauseous lately.))

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darkromanceblackburn · 5 years ago

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Hello hello, me again lol. I have a request this time: Freddy, Jason, Michael and Brahms reacting to seeing their s/o in a bikini for the first time bc it's a really hot day and she's just cooling off in the lake or a pool? I can't get enough of your writing aaa 💖

Aww thanks!~ Glad you like my writing, darling.

Slasher Headcanons with a s/o in bikini

Freddy Krueger

This dream demon adores any skimpy outfit you put on and be prepared for a lot of teasing and him trying to undo the straps by your back. You’re basically asking for it, so no nagging.

I wouldn’t suggest buying expensive ones, because he is 80% most likely going to cut the swimsuit to shreds, so it will be a waste of money.

Red bikini is his favorite, seeing you all wet coming out from the pool. Are you a dream, baby?

Jason Voorhees

What are you wearing? That is not appropriate and most likely so rude. Just no. Jason doesn’t care how hot it is outside, the answer is no. He doesn’t want to risk people see you like this. Only he is allowed to see you in such vulnerability.

You can go outside like this, but you will have to put on a knee-length large T-shirt. No buts. He is just over-protective like that.

Will allow you to wear that skimpy swimsuit only inside his cabin, in his bedroom. These are the rules.

Michael Myers

Again, don’t buy expensive swimsuits because this slasher will rip them to shreds like pieces of paper. It’s your call, you are asking to be ravished. No, he doesn’t care you wanted to go for a swim in the pool.

Likes to see you wear black swimsuits and because he is a bastard he likes to tug on the waistband of your bikini and let it go to slap against your skin. You squealing and getting all red in the face is cute and funny. Sadistic bastard.

Loves to stalk you, watching you get out of the pool, all water dripping down your body. He is like a tiger stalking his prey. Can you blame him?

Brahms Heelshire

This brat!? Oh God, be prepared because he won’t leave you alone while dressed in that white with sparkles bikini. You are like a Goddess and him a worshipper.

He sometimes hides all your clothes so the only thing you’re wearing is that sexy swimsuit. What were you thinking when you were doing online-shopping?

There is a lake close to the Heelshire manor and when summer days are more warm and hot you get there for a swim only for that brat of a man to follow you.

Has a bad habit of playing water balloon fighting when you’re dressed like that.

#Freddy krueger #Freddy krueger x reader #A nightmare on elm street #Halloween #Michael Myers #Michael myers x reader #Friday the 13th #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #The Boy 2016 #Brahms heelshire #Brahms heelshire x reader #slasher x reader #horror movie

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matsumi101 · 5 years ago

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For the promts, maybe 367 with Maria Reynolds, modern au?

367. “I didn’t think love existed until I started loving you”

Notes:

> Reader x Maria Reynolds Modern AU

> Anon i love u for this do u know how giddy i am when i wrote the last part hnngh

> Fem!Reader I hope u guys don’t mind some (not so) wholesome lesbeans

> WIFI ANG GOOGLE DOCS HAS BEEN AN ASS IVE BEEN TRYING TO FIX THE ONESHOT BC IT KEPT GETTING PASTED OUT OF ORDER HNNGH

Type: fluff

Warnings: domestic abuse mention, implied sex

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“Your Honor, the members of the jury find the defendant... guilty.”

You gave a low whistle while the Judge gave the final words, putting up a hand to return your co-counsel’s high-five without even having to look at him. Your smug grin never left your face even after the court was adjourned, only breaking into a more hyper celebration once you were out of the building.

“Fuck yeah, we deserve to celebrate!”

You laughed in agreement. “I couldn’t have pulled this off without you, Alex,” you sighed. Alexander simpered, taking the compliment very well. “Well, what can I say? I’m always up for the challenging ones.” He shrugged his shoulders, pride oozing out of his presence. You couldn’t blame him, though. You were an excellent public attorney par with even Alexander Hamilton himself, but this case had you on your toes for months, even with Alexander’s help, and the outcome was well worth the sleepless nights you shared with your friend.

The topic returned to the celebration. “We should invite everyone to me and Eliza’s place and throw a party because damn we deserve it,” Alexander suggested. You hummed thoughtfully at his offer for a bit before responding. “I’d love that, but can we move that a little later? I wanna celebrate alone with Maria, first,” you pointed out. Alexander pulled an all too knowing smirk, to which you rolled your eyes at.

“I haven’t given her much attention ever since this case came, and I’m sure Eliza’s in the same situation. Our own partners deserve to be pampered after all of this, don’t you think?”

“My Eliza’s fine-”

“Hamilton.”

You crossed your arms and raised a brow at your friend. “Let Eliza share the victory with you, I’m sure she’d be thrilled to listen about how your hard work paid off,” you reasoned out. “And besides, it’s the closest I’ll get to apologizing for stealing you away from her for months.” Alexander laughed at that, getting your point. He pulled out his phone, most likely to share the great news to his fiancé.

“Let’s have the big celebration next weekend, yeah?”

You could tell from the eagerness in his voice that he was excited to come home and spend time with Eliza. “Perfect,” you agreed. You were about to bid farewell, but Alexander was already in call with Eliza and chatting away with unprecedented joy. You chuckled at him and went to your car, dialing a number while you started the engine. It rang a few times before it was picked up.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Washington! Is Maria Reynolds still at work?”

“Oh, Miss Y/N! It’s always a pleasure to talk to you.”

You smiled at this. Martha had always been a caring boss, which is why you recommended Maria to her business when she was looking for a new job. You placed your phone on the holder at the dashboard and set it to speaker while you pulled out of the parking lot. “Maria’s still here, why’d you ask?” Martha asked sweetly. Your smile grew into a more excited one, your plans already playing out in your mind.

“Well you see, I plan to surprise her tonight with her favorite food because I won what probably is my biggest case to date.” Martha gasped and gave you a quick congratulations. “But I still have to buy the things I need. Can you stall her for me? I just need an extra two hours.”

There was a thoughtful pause at the other end of the line. You took your eyes off the road for a split second to check if the call was still ongoing, which it was. “Dear, as romantic as your plan sounds, I don’t think Maria would like being cooped up here for so long,” Martha sighed. “She’s been stressed for the past months, and I don’t think she’s taking your disappearance so well lately, to top off the work she needs to finish today...” Your heart sank at the information. Yes, you were more than aware that you’d been neglecting Maria over the case, more than you’d like, and even if she was understanding enough that you needed to prioritize your slowly rising career, you knew there were unavoidable insecurities that followed her wake.

“I’m going to make it up to her,” you replied, voice steady. “I’m going to smother her with attention for the weeks to come ‘til she gets sick of me.”

Martha laughed heartily at your determination. “So please, can you help me out and give me two hours? I promise It’ll all be worth it,” you pleaded. It didn’t take as long for Martha to answer. “Okay, but I want to see Maria coming to work next Tuesday with an honest smile. I miss seeing her so positive.” You beamed gratefully, even though she couldn’t see it. “You’re giving her a long weekend off?” you asked almost too happily.

“Aside from letting her spend time with her favorite woman, I’m sure she deserves the rest for working so hard the past months.”

“Oh Martha, thank you so much! I owe you a lot.”

Any semblance of formalities melted away. “Oh dear, you know I’m a sucker for romantic gestures! I’ll make sure she tells me everything about your night when she gets back to work,” she teased. You giggled, excitement crawling up your body by the minute. You ended the call and finished your groceries as fast as you could, and by the time you got back to your shared apartment the sun was just starting to set. Perfect, you thought. You had more time than anticipated, but you were sure to utilize every second and got to work.

After a dragging day at work, Maria finally found her way back home. She was stuck in the office for a good two hours past her supposed time out due to Martha’s unexpected request to finish some extra paperwork. She would’ve declined it, but the offer of getting a paid day off in return was too good to miss out that even an extra hour long traffic didn’t stop her. She was far too exhausted, both mental and physical, to think of anything else but to crash into the soft sheets of her bed despite her empty stomach begging to be filled up. When she got to her apartment’s door, however, she couldn’t help but stop and look at it.

She didn’t know that today was the day you’d bring the case to the court one last time for a verdict, so all she expected was to come home to an empty apartment, and despite everything still in the same place it felt more barren the past few months. And yet, as she unlocked the door and flicked the lights on, she was greeted with not only a noticeably cleaner living room but also a delectable smell wafting through her nose. It caused her stomach to growl again, and with the new smell filling the place she dropped her bag and headed to the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

Maria’s eyes popped out at the sight. There you were in your sweatpants and loose shirt, sitting across the table with your hand resting atop your intertwined fingers. A large grin splayed across your face, which grew even wider at the sight of her. The table was set up with two plates, a bottle of wine and whiskey (a strange combo, Maria thought), about three dishes, and a bowl of soup accompanied by a smaller bowl of croutons. The food before her was definitely made presentable, and if Maria wasn’t too occupied gawking (and maybe drooling a little) she would’ve pointed out how your outfit didn’t even match up to the setting.

“We won the case,” you told her, your voice laced with softness and excitement.

Maria had to compose herself just enough to answer. “Really?” she squeaked out. She was happy beyond words, both for your success and you finally being there to greet her home for once and having done this seemingly large dinner after months of surviving on leftovers in the fridge and take-outs. You nodded, watching her expression with a smile, but it quickly dropped when you saw her starting to cry. Alarmed, you got off your seat and pulled her to a tight embrace, to which she eagerly returned, taking in the faint scent of the soap you used for your bath. You planted a long kiss on the crown of her head, and the gesture only seemed to make her cry more.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

And there she poured everything out. She missed coming home to your arms every night, but ever since the case you were always either gone in the office at work or holed up in the one at home. The thought made her disappointed, and maybe with a twinge of anger and paranoia, but she had to hold it back. She knew how much work meant to you, and she admired how passionate you were for it. She tried her best not to think too much of it, but the fear of you growing cold towards her scared her to no end, admitting that the effects of her past relationship with James was still affecting her.

You didn’t speak the whole time and let Maria vent it out until she reduced into quiet sobs. You kissed her forehead before pulling away from the hug so you could meet her eye to eye. “I know I’ve been so busy, which is why I’m going to make up for it,” you whispered soothingly. You cupped her face and gently wiped the tears away with your thumbs, and you could see a smile slowly grace her lips that made your heart melt. You then peppered her with short, sweet kisses all over her face, which made her giggle and squirm.

“I missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I missed you too, but I’m not going to let you have dinner with such an uncomfortable outfit.”

Maria followed your eyes to her office attire. “I drew you a hot bath just a few minutes ago, with lots of lavender from our mini garden,” you told her softly, pulling her by the waist and kissing her cheek. Gosh, you missed her so much. Maria sighed as you nuzzled your face on the crook of her neck, already imagining the beautiful smell of the bathroom awaiting her. Unfortunately, she had to pull away from the hug so she could actually get there.

After Maria took her time in a relaxing bath and changed to her own comfortable clothes, you two spent the night together, savoring the full course dinner you made with both of your favorite foods and hers, then surprising her with strawberry mousse, her favorite, for dessert. After that, and an empty bottle of wine, you two went to the couch to cuddle and watch a movie together. Though the film on the television was soon forgotten when you kept on showering Maria with kisses and compliments. Even if she asked you to stop since she genuinely wanted to watch the movie, you only replied to her with,

“Nah, I’m going to spoil you the whole weekend, and for the following weeks to come.”

And you did just that. Your attention was all on Maria day and night, and her heart could never feel so full at the sight of you. You took care of her and she took care of you, too. Of course you respected her boundaries and remained gentle with how you held her, but she knew that with you she was safe. Her initial fears of abandonment were soon thrown out the window. Maria trusted you more than ever, and you made sure to show her that she would never regret that choice.

Maria sighed wistfully, stroking your hair as she stared at the wall. The heavy drapes were drawn shut, preventing the moonlight from entering the dark bedroom. You were nestled on her bare chest, sleeping soundly while you had your arms wrapped protectively around her waist. A smile adorned your lips, and Maria took notice of it when she looked down at you.

You were at peace, contrast to the tired and frustrated expression you constantly seemed to wear while you were working the past months. Your breaths were slow and relaxed, making Maria hold a smile of her own as she studied your features. She brought a hand to your face, and you subconsciously leaned against her touch. She caressed your cheek with a thumb, her gaze trailing over to the bags under your eyes. Without your makeup, it looked much worse, but Maria didn’t care. She loved everything about you, even those eyebags that carried all the success you worked for, and she never felt luckier for having such a caring and passionate girlfriend as you.

“Oh Y/N,” Maria sighed for the nth time that night. “I didn’t think love existed until I started loving you.”

You barely stifled your amused chuckle, making Maria jump slightly at the vibration. “I’m glad to be the one to make you realize that,” you murmured, opening your eyes and ignoring the noise of surprise that she made when you let it be known that you were still awake. You shifted so that you could fully look at Maria. It was dark, but you could still make out her wide eyes that slowly softened. Her hand was still pressed to your face, so you put your own on top of it and moved to gently kiss her palm.

“And you deserve every bit of love, sweetheart.”

The way you said it so sincerely just made Maria absolutely melt, even more so when you pulled up to give her a long, tender kiss. Her hands wandered you, fingers trailing the marks she left on your skin before a hand made its way to your bare back while the other tangled on your already messy hair. When you backed away to breathe, you gave Maria one last peck on the lips before lying on her side and pulling her close.

“You know babe, seeing you like this makes me want to look forward to more of your difficult cases.” Maria laughed when you tiredly groaned in annoyance.

“No. If the next one is anything like the last I’m shoving it to either Alexander or Jefferson. I missed you too much.”

#hamilton #hamilton musical #reader insert #hamilton reader insert #maria reynolds #maria reynolds x reader #hamilton x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #my wifi has been an ass istg it's making the parts all messed up

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leejungchans · 4 years ago

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i just saw your ppt of chan’s best looks and you really made a list of the most Top Tier looks 🤧 especially his look from the anyone special video — he looked so good ?? i’ve been going through chan brainrot since it was released :’)

ooh and for the playlist,, a playlist of song recommendations would be great ! i’m always looking for music to listen to. and don’t worry, i mainly listen to kpop and western pop too haha

— carat anon <3

hi carat anon 🥺🥺🥺 ngl i felt so unhinged making that powerpoint like wHO DOES THIS???? 😭 but no regrets i like how it turned out ✨ i didn’t think i’d include so many notes but as i was making it i kept thinking of more 😭 which is why there were like 4 slides of honourable mentions agsjjwks bc i’d actually go mad if i included all of them 😭😭 but I AGREE the looks were top tier grrrr arf arf

THE ANYONE VIDEO GRRRRRRRRRR ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF HIS OUTFIT IN THAT WAS SO UNNECESSARY HELLO WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT GRRRRRR THE FITTED SHIRT ARF ARF ARF 💔🧎🏻‍♀️ i have not been okay since that video dropped and my chanrot has never been this bad 👍 in conclusion he is to blame for why i am the way i am (affectionate) if you want someone to scream bark over the anyone video here’s the place 🤧💕

this is getting long so i’ll make your playlist and post it separately!! 🥺💕💕 i hope you’re having a good day anon and take care muah muah!!!!!

#carat anon 💎#sol answers

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borathae · 6 years ago

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Hey... about the drabbles? Could you do one where you're supposed to have a first date with one of them but either you or he gets in a minor accident but has to stay at the hospital overnight and the other person is extremely hurt and therefore angry bc their (hard to get) trust was "used to hurt them" but then they find out and it's fluffy? And could you maybe do it with yoongi bc atm I'm so soft for him like 🥺 Thank you, love your work❤ ~procrastinating anon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: low self-esteem, self-hatred, heartbreak, descriptions of minor injuries nothing major I promise, so much pain and sadness; but I promise the ending is fluffy and healing

Wordcount: 2k (I’m so bAD AT KEEPING THINGS SHORT jsjsjs)

a/n: I apologize for the total angst fest in the beginning jsjsjsj. This was not how I actually planned it, but I let my feelings flow free soooo I’m sorry? 🤧😂 also lisTEN I relate so muCH I’m so goddamn soft for Yoongi lately, this man owns my heart 🥺😭 I hope you enjoy this cute little drabble and I love youuu! 💜

Today you were supposed to have your first date with a cute guy, who you had been chatting with for quite some time now. Two months and six days to be exact. Min Yoongi was his name. Min Yoongi was currently working as a music producer, he was the proud father of a brown toy poodle named Holly and had a soft spot for holding hands. His hair was dark, almost black with the ends twisted in soft locks. His eyes, the prettiest eyes you had ever seen, made you giddy just thinking about them. Oh how many hours you have spend getting lost in them when you looked through the many selcas he had sent you.

At first you didn’t even want to accept his chat-request, too scared made you the thought of talking to someone again feel. Quite honestly you had terribly bad luck in your relationships – lovers and friends alike – you got cheated on, got used and abandoned when you were no longer of use, got called ‘not lovable’ and worse things you don’t even want to think about anymore. So downloading “the best dating app on earth” – so your best friend called it – was the scariest thing you had done in forever, followed by pressing “accept” on Yoongi’s request to chat and actually answering his dorky but loveable first message.

Yoongi turned out to be the sweetest and most understanding guy – person actually – you had ever talked to. He listened to your worries and told you without a hint of hesitation that he would love it if things would developat a speed you were comfortable with and that you can take as much as time as you needed.

He agreed on your terms to not rush meeting in person, because god that would make you practically have a full-on panic attack. That was the first time you had honestly smiled in a long time, rereading his message over and over again, you weren’t able to believe your luck.

Time passed and with it your trust grew. You were chatting on a daily basis with him by now, wishing him a good morning and waiting excitedly for his good night phone calls at exactly ten twenty every night. You felt totally comfortable with him. You felt safe to be yourself around him, even if it was just through the phone. You felt sexy when you noticed the way his eyes travelled over your features when phones calls weren’t enough anymore and they turned into video calls. You felt loved and you were pretty sure the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest every time you thought of him was love too.

So when Yoongi asked you if you wanted to meet up in person soon, your heart practically did somersaults in your chest. You had never typed “Yes!” faster in your life and judging by his quick answer neither had he.

The date was settled, two days from now you will meet each other in a little corner café. You couldn’t sleep in excitement, your mind was practically racing with scenarios of your date.

When the time finally came, you spend the entire day getting ready for your date, washing your hair, moisturizing every inch of your skin, picking out the perfect outfit. You showed up an hour earlier than arranged, just so you could mentally prepare yourself for finally seeing him in person. You were so excited.

One hour passed. Half an hour passed. You sent him a quick text asking if he was running late. He went online, typed and went offline before his message was able to reach you.

Two hours had passed since you came here. You quickly send Yoongi another message, asking him if he forgot about today.

Half an hour passed. No answer, no calls, no nothing.

Another thirty minutes pass and here you are still sitting at the corner café and waiting for him.

Today should have been epic, exciting, remarkable, unforgettable. You were so sure it would bring a smile to your face every time you think about it. How could you be so wrong about that? You trusted him, you believed him when he told you he wouldn’t use you, you ate up his promises of support and comfort without as much as patting your stupid eyelashes.

You call him. It rings once then his voice mail tells you he isn’t available right now. He really rejected your call just like that.

So he just used you. You should blame him and be angry at him, but truth be told you weren’t. You were just hurt, so deeply hurt you have to look down your chest for a moment to see if you were actually bleeding. You honestly feel like you do.

Without any hesitation you block his number, block his social media profiles and delete all of his pictures. And just like that he is out of your life, your ability to trust is ruined for another year and your heart is broken.

Three days pass where your life consists of nothing more than crying yourself awake, forcing yourself to go to work and then continuing where you had left of in the morning when you go to sleep. You would have probably continued your daily routine if an unknown number hadn’t called you on the morning of your fourth day. The caller turns out to be Kim Seokjin, best friend of Yoongi who had stolen your number out of Yoongi’s notebook and who had made it his plan to explain everything.

Yoongi had gotten into an accident on the day of your date. The “idiot” – so Seokjin called him – walked into the busy street and got hit by a car because he was in the midst of typing out a message. He was lucky, nothing major happened. His right shoulder got dislocated and whilst getting thrown across the street he hit his head, resulting in a slight concussion. The entirety of guardian angels must have been with him on that day, so Seokjin said, the doctors told him such an accident results in death or life-changing injuries most of the times.

As quickly as possible you are the hospital Yoongi is currently recovering at and find yourself standing in front of his room with shaking hands. Would it be awkward between the two of you after everything that had happened? What if you look at him and won’t feel the same warm love you had felt for him before?

A nurse opens the door before you can even knock, eyeing from head to toe before greeting you with a bright smile. It’s now or never. With held breath you enter the small hospital room.

“Yoongi?”you almost whisper, tiptoeing to his bed.

You have to take a deep breath when you finally take a look at him. All the feelings you wanted to push down and forget come rushing back into your heart, overwhelming you. You stumble back, holding onto the footboard of his bed.

He looks just as beautiful as he did through the phone screen, maybe even prettier if you were being honest. Even in his current asleep state he is able to take your breath away. His eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted as steady breaths make his chest heave up and down. He looks so peaceful and calm, despite the white bandages covering the entire top part of his head and his right arm resting in a black sling.

Waking him up feels so cruel, but god, leaving him without having said hello feels so much worse. So you call his name loudly and gently tap his foot. He stirs, licking over his lips and swallows. His eyes flutter open. He mumbles your name, totally confused and still half-asleep.

“Hey”, yousay shyly.

“Hey, wow what a nice dream, these pain meds are awesome”, he murmurs, closing his eyes again.

“This isn’t a dream. I’m really here”, you chuckle.

“Seriously?” he gasps, surprisingly high-pitched for his normally deep voice. He sits up abruptly, hissing when hot pain rushes through his shoulder.

“Careful”, you rush to his side and help him sit up with a hand on his upper back, “you are still hurt.”

You sit down at the corner of his bed, careful not to hurt him.

“Yeah, for a second I nearly forgot about that”, he chuckles in pain, “how do you even know I am here? I thought you blocked me.”

You cringe at his words. So he noticed.

“Uhm, yeah I have. I, I mean had. I kind of had a slight mental breakdown when you ditched me at the café and I blocked you everywhere and deleted all of your pictures and basically locked your memory behind a big steel door in my mind and I swore to myself to never trust again.”

“Understandable”, Yoongi says. He takes your hand, squeezing it gently. You don’t even realise his gesture, too lost in rambling your thoughts out loud. It makes Yoongi tighten his hand around yours just all the more as a fond smile hushes over his face. You are so adorable when you rant like this and forget everything around you.

“But then your friend Seokjin called me”, you continue as if nothing happened, “and explained everything and now I feel like a total idiot for ever believing that you used me and at first I didn’t even want to come because I was too embarrassed, but then I started to miss you and-“, you pause to take a look at Yoongi.

A fond smile sits on his face, his eyes sparkle in adoration. Heat washes over your face as you start to blush vividly. You can’t even look into his eyes right now.

“I was rambling again. I’m so sorry. You probably think that I’m crazy right now”, you cringe, “sorry.”

“Actually I was thinking how cute you are right now”, Yoongi says softly, giving your hand another squeeze.

One you finally feel and one that sends in your body into complete overdrive. Your heart starts racing, your whole face becomes as red as a tomato, you stutter an answer but give up when you can’t even get out one basic word.

“I’m glad that you came”, he breathes.

You smile as an answer, squeezing his hand.

“It’s not an outfit I would normally wear nor is the location nice for a first date, but I hope that, I don’t know, it is still enough to give me a second chance?” he asks, almost scared.

“Of course it’s enough, it wasn’t your fault that you missed our date. I know that now”, you reassure him, making him smile, “besides I think you look cute in that hospital gown. I like the little pandas on the fabric”, you giggle, touching one of the dozens of animals on his shirt.

Right above his heart, you can feel it speed up underneath your fingertip at your gesture.

“Just wait until you see the back, because there is basically none.”

“Oh my god Yoongi”, you gasp at the mental picture of Yoongi sitting here with his butt all bared and naked.

“I’m wearing underwear don’t worry”, he laughs.

“What a relief”, you giggle, lowering your head in giddiness.

He pulls you closer to his body, making you scoot up the bed until he can wrap his arm around your middle comfortably and your back is rested against his side. You are careful not to put too much pressure on his body in order not to hurt him, despite your body wanting to basically sink into his arms. God finally being able to feel his touch, his warmth, his heartbeat is even better than you had imagined.

“Please stop me if this is too fast for you. And also I know you don’t really start a first date by kissing the other person, but-“, he inhales shakily, staring at your lips longingly, “-can I kiss you?”

“Yes please”, you whisper, leaning closer to his body.

His hand comes to rest on the back of your neck, your own cups his cheek. You are staring at each other for as long as possible, mesmerized by the other. Only when your lips brush over his and a gentle sigh leaves his throat do your eyes flutter closed and the feeling of his soft lips on yours drowns you in warmth.

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kinetic-elaboration · 5 years ago

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August 20: 1x11 The Menagerie Part 1

Hello time for Spock’s Mutiny Part One

That is a LOT of 50s looking sci fi background to hit with me all at once.

Spock with his carefully neutral face like ‘hmmm? a distress signal that did not come from here? how COULD that be?’

Kirk and Spock tilt their heads at the exact same time lol.

“Subspace chatter.” Please, Commodore, call it what it is, “gossip.”

“We met when he was promoted to Fleet Captain.” Okay so he was promoted, but to a weird rank that literally only exists for like two people in Star Trek I guess. (I had to look it up because I don’t know what a Fleet Captain is lol.)

I don’t understand how Pike could be the same age as Jim and yet hold the Captain’s position for 11+ years before Jim was promoted like??? Did he become a Captain faster than AOS!Kirk? Also, he looked like he was Jim’s age now in those tapes from 13 years ago. He cannot possibly be in his mid-30s now, or he’d be in his early 20s on the Talos tapes, and also, younger than Spock. So either I misheard or...it’s wrong. I guess it was supposed to mean that he was, at the time Spock served with him, the same age Jim is now?? But it shows up in a weird place to be making that point.

Oh, Spock’s mentor. The emotion.

And so begins Spock’s amazing cavalcade of lies, lies, and more lies. Doesn’t even look like it’s hard. He’d basically do anything for his replacement father.

Pike must be the only other person Spock has ever served under.

I love it when they argue about records and log books. Like, this sort of bureaucratic dueling makes up a lot more of the TOS plot than people think. The record logs must have been changed because Spock never lies!

Love that Kirk and Mendez are fighting and Mendez just yells “Well you’re right!” and that’s the end of the argument.

Is this the same Jose who wanted his peppers in another episode?

Spock is so supremely sneaky here. Mission Impossible theme plays as he skulks around and messes with the computers.

Okay, that little flirting thing with Miss Piper and the mention of “Helen” and Kirk looking briefly worried about what Helen might have said about him--that does make him look a little slutty. So he loves love okay guys!!!

That scenery out the window omg 1954 called it wants its illustrations back.

All these dumbasses on the bridge and only Uhura is suspicious.

Spock is so exasperated. All these questions! Good thing he has a fake recording of the Captain telling them all to just listen to Spock. He really thought of everything.

Kirk is looking very handsome and thoughtful. (My mom: finally a man who can think and still look fine.) He’s so distressed at the idea of Spock doing something bad.

This Bones and Kirk scene. I’m so distracted by their insistence that Vulcans can’t lie. I mean have you considered that when they told you they can’t lie.... they were lying??? Also lol @ the idea of Spock’s human side being “completely submerged.” That’s another lie he’s telling you Bones!

Love Bones defending Spock though. “He would never make a false entry! This is the LOGS were talking about here!” He adores Spock too.

That’s a cool little secret book they got there.

Kirk’s face when the Enterprise leaves without him!

Self-driving Enterprise.

I love how everyone is just unaware of the mutiny lol. Just cackling at Spock’s blatant and constant lies. “I’ve placed myself in command of the Enterprise.” Sitting in The Chair.

I’m sorry but I’m laughing so hard at all of this. He made sure to lure Bones back onto the ship with the vaguest of messages just so he could be like “Look, friend, I have a secret... I stole a Captain!”

Lol Jim following in the shuttlecraft. Can’t get rid of him that easily! Also I love the shuttle design. Adorable.

Oh no, Jim’s in danger! You can tell from Spock’s face that this was a crimp in his plan that he did not entirely expect. (I do think he figured he’d be court-martialed eventually but this specifically, Jim not turning back when he ran out of fuel, I think did throw him.)

Jim, caring more about Spock than about himself.

Bones like “hmmm who could it POSSIBLY be in the shuttle?”

“I never received orders to take command. Just went ahead and did it.”

Well this is an awkward situation!

Bones: “Well, confine him!”

Uhura��s reaction lol. Always a cutie.

Dammit I’m a doctor, not an arresting officer.

Scotty muttering (possibly his only line in this ep)

Spock’s weird statue. Lurking in the background while Spock somehow spies on the transporter room from his room? With a camera that can zoom in and out for dramatic effect?

So Spock thought it was possible Jim would follow him, so he made his mutiny impossible to undo.

Weird how they yet again call Spock a lieutenant commander when his rank stripes have always indicated he’s a commander.

I love when they discuss regulations. These nerds! They locate so much drama in it and the JD in me is having a damn good time.

I feel like this is the closest Jim and Spock have ever come to fighting. DENIED!

Oooh fancy dress time.

I feel like Spock is having a good time here lol. He lives for the drama.

He’d make a good lawyer. Kirk would too.”Commodore, you’ve opened the door” takes me back to Evidence.

And now, 13 years ago...

Jim, you’re ruining the DRAMA with your interruptions!

“Could you be biased because he’s your personal friend? Your special friend? Your best buddy Spock?”

This pilot looks like it was made 10 years before The Corbomite Maneuver or even Where No Man.

Young Spock wants to go exploring on the new planet! Kirk 100% would have gone, like, no question.

What kind of random ass outfits were those? Tennis Sunday on the Enterprise?

Look at that close up shot of the communicator. My flip phone c. 2032.

Gotta flop on the bed in the most photogenic way possible. Google Earth, always taking pictures.

This doctor is so obviously proto-Bones. And Pike IS Kirk but whinier and without that Shatner charm.

Swords and armor and deserted fortresses?? What?

This whole ep just reads as SUCH a rough first draft.

Knowing what we know about Spock, I almost doubt there was a distress message lol.

Time warp factor 7.

Court of space law.

Literally can’t believe they watched a 10 minute clip of Pike whining as part of this actual legal proceeding.

Kirk’s probably very curious to see more of Spock in his 20s.

Spock’s eyeshadow at the trial is super on point.

I can’t believe Pike has literal papers lol. Like papers made out of paper. They have printers in deep space?

Their little away team jackets, so cute.

More 50s sci fi backgrounds! I feel like people who think TOS is dated or ages badly need to watch this and, to a lesser extent, Where No Man. I think it shows just how much TOS did its own thing bc those pilots really took from the recent sci fi landscape, whereas TOS created its own thing. I think that’s why TNG looks more dated to me--it seems of a piece with other 90s media, whereas, aside from stuff like the hairstyles or the miniskirts, TOS doesn’t look 60s and it doesn’t look like other contemporary genre work.

Pretty blue flowers that make music make Spock smile--that’s my favorite part of the whole pilot. He’s so cute.

A GIRL.

I love that reveal that the transmissions are coming from Talos IV because it means that Spock, while on trial for mutiny and an attempted capital offense, commits ANOTHER capital offense AS PART OF his trial. The balls.

“I respectfully decline.”

Literally the only time he freaks out about anything is when Jim is blamed. I mean truly his plan is at least 50% more complicated than it had to be solely to protect Jim. And now the Captain is going down with him, and he’s mad at him!! A cliffhanger for sure.

Honestly, even the power of Jim just standing alone in the room.... Underrated.

“To be concluded next week.”

#star trek tos #the year 2020 #2020: fandom thoughts #2020: star trek

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jamesmarlowe · 6 years ago

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『ANTON THIEMKE ❙ CIS-MALE』 ⟿ looks like JAMES MARLOWE is here for HIS SENIOR year as a FINE ARTS student. He is 21 years old & known to be CLEVER, INVENTIVE, UNRELIABLE & EGOTISTICAL. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ SLOTH. 25. EST. SHE/HER.

hi hello welcome 2 my twisted mind ☺️ marlowe is a character i’m still fine-tuning bc he’s brand-new, so this is unfortunately.... a bit of a mess.... and mostly made up on the spot.... c’est la vie!!

(a late addition but u can also peep his weheartit collection here 4 some vibes)

his government name is james marlowe but he only goes by marlowe & only introduces himself as marlowe like he’s madonna or sting.... most ppl who know him (apart from like close friends) probably don’t even know what his first name is. maybe he doesn’t have one!

hails from Appalachia, specifically a trailer park in a poor-as-dirt stretch of Virginia where he was born n raised, baby. he’s Appalachian white trash and not afraid to admit it. marlowe’s very casual about his upbringing and his dumpster fire of a family (no less than three relatives are currently incarcerated, one of which is his older brother who’s probably serving a minor sentence for whatever dumb shit Tim Riggins got got for in FNL or like, selling illegal fireworks out of his trunk :/ ). the only thing he’s a little self-conscious about is his twang which he’s mostly suppressed by now, but other than that, he’s got no shame in where he comes from bc lbr no authentic artist ever came from money anyway!

born sandwiched in the middle of five siblings, marlowe’s always been wild and creative and impulsive, a loud-mouthed kid with too much to say for his own good, prone 2 getting in trouble but learning absolutely nothing from it. it was his mission in life to be Different from all the other kids who grew up where he grew up, with the way he talked, dressed, acted, because he knew that he was destined for bigger n better things so it was just a matter of getting other ppl to believe it, & then seeing how far a little talent and a lot of charisma would take him >:)

from age 8 onwards, he told people he was an “artist” and that became his primary identity. when he was 16 he completed an independent sculpture project (called “Skyscraper”) where he constructed a 20-foot tower made out of junk collected from around the trailer park and then glued Barbies n other dolls all clawing over each other to get to the top, smack dab in the middle of Main Street and refused to take it down even when the local fire department showed up 2 threaten him with fines. it did eventually get taken down bc it was ‘structurally unsound’ and someone nearly got concussed by a falling mannequin head, but at least it got some attention from local newspapers and w/ that as the crown jewel in his portfolio, marlowe got into a few different art/liberal arts schools the following year. radcliffe was the only one who offered a partial scholarship and the east coast sounded nice n far from home, so anyways lets go ✈️ college

FAST FORWARD its senior year babey and marlowe’s been making the most of his time here at radcliffe. he’s a fine arts major but specializes in mixed media sculptures (and probably is really shit at most of his other classes, like art theory where u actually have to read textbooks? still life drawing? boring. yawn. won’t do it.) his entire profile as an artist i’m cribbing from Rachel Harrison bc I saw her exhibition at the whitney a little while ago and her sculptures made me go ?????¿¿¿¿¿ which i think is exactly the kind of bizarre nonsense that marlowe is going for with his “art”. feast your eyes on these masterpieces. the joke of it all is that marlowe is the first to admit that his art isn’t like.... good. but his philosophy is that if people respond to it & praise it like it’s art, then by definition, it’s art. and if it gets him places (like it got him onto Cultured Magazine’s “30 Young Artists To Watch This Decade″ list), then yeehaw!

When he’s not busy creating new monstrosities, marlowe takes one fat nap per day (usually at a time when he has class) and is otherwise a very social creature who needs constant attention. he’s got a lot of friends and is always looking to make more, not in a #fake way but just as a person who genuinely likes being around people. he very quickly gets bored if left on his own, so he’s prone to following people around campus like a stray cat regardless of whether or not they tell him to shoo. he dorms at Noland but is almost always found in other houses, often crashing in other people’s rooms (needs to be close to his friends or He’ll Die), and he definitely frequents parties, bc marlowe never passes up an opportunity to drink other people’s booze and get a lil messy and Chaotic. he’s [jim halpert voice] not a slut, but who knows? he’s kinda a slut! he’s also definitely pulled another stunt similar to Skyscraper by taking over the quad for a guerrilla art installation with his sculptures (and without the school’s permission oops) which may be the basis for some connections if ppl know him from that particular exploit!!

in summary..... marlowe can be a bit up his own ass at times, but being around him is generally a Good Time bc he’s easy-going and friendly and always down for anything, always. litcherally zero impulse control so nothing gets in the way of a dumb idea that might potentially make for a good story. perhaps he’s not the most reliable person, so don’t expect a prompt text back if ur in a life or death situation, and he doesn’t care very much about anything, so ur setting urself up for disappointment if you do expect him to care about something (the fact that he’s never been in a long-term relationship... very telling). all he wants to do is just have! fun all the time! he’s trying to scam his way into the American Dream with his dumb art, so that he can live a good life and maybe get rich and famous and eventually party at Art Basel in Miami with Frank Ocean! is that really so much to ask!

appearance: marlowe’s very vain and a lot of thought goes into his appearance even when (especially when) it doesn’t look like he’s done anything but roll straight out of bed. all of his outfits are as outrageous as his sculptures are ugly. think mismatched prints and loud colors, silk shirts gaping open like he got tired after the first three buttons, a pawn’s shop worth of jewelry, weird dangly earrings w/ feathers or tiny charms, tinted yellow or pink sunglasses, sometimes a bandana around his neck, just for extra flavor. his hair always has to look perfectly tousled; u can catch him checking out his reflection in pretty much every mirrored surface. at least half the surface area of his body is covered in tattoos & he’ll suggest getting more during every drunken night out, which... is why he has so many by now!

connections: to be quite honest its 2 am and i feel all of my higher brain functions shutting down so i’m gonna make these very simple n straightforward, but we can always workshop!!!! pls feel free to message me even if none of these strike ur fancy :0)

peers in the arts - friends, acquaintances, rivals, probably some former group project members holding a grudge....

fellow party animals who don’t mind sharing when marlowe inevitably mooches off their alcohol and drugs :)

unlikely friends!!!!! it’d be fun to have a friendship dynamic with someone who’s very different from him!!

a roommate in Noland... possibly one he’s not on good terms w/... even tho marlowe hardly EVER sleeps in his own dorm room, he uses it as a storage locker for all his “found” art materials. i can imagine that living in that mess would try the limits of anyone’s sanity :)

enemies - they can hate his whole Genius Artist shtick and they’d be valid :/

fellow insomniacs! marlowe is very much a night owl (regular naps during the day may be 2 blame but oh well) so he needs a fellow nocturnal to hit up the late-night McDonald’s drive thru with him and then lay on the grass lookin at the stars and contemplating life’s great mysteries while eating chicken mcnuggets

exes - idk if u can even call them tht when his past “relationships” have all had a lifespan of six weeks or less, but hey there’s drama in that too!!

fwb - i don’t think marlowe’s the type 2 be juggling too many fwb/hook-ups at one time simply because That’s A Lot of Work. that being said... he never likes to sleep alone ;)

#radintro #im working on some gif icons but full disclosure.... they gon be sparse and shitty!#so instead we have this pic where it looks like he passed out on a lawn and woke up w/ shit scribbled all over his face #and u know what? on brand #anyways plot w/ me!!!!!!#about

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mooosicaldreamz · 6 years ago

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Hello! I just read your track by track of Lover and really enjoyed it - did you do one for Rep? I’d love to read it!

i’m sure i have before but i will again for FUN.

since i’ve had years now to listen and dissect reputation i’d like to give my overall opinion that this is a concept album about fame that, in the process of its production, became about something very real which i think is why the album has a bit of a sea change from song to song sometimes. anyway

ready for it: this song is a fuckin bomb, can’t wait for her to sing it at the super bowl let’s go taylor let’s go. it reminds me unequivocally of college football bc the first time i heard it was for that and i cried. let’s fucking GO IRISH

endgame: this song bores me. it has a rapper, which is like, what? and ed sheeran which is like……fine. this is what i mean when i say this album is a concept bc this song does not scream taylor swift in the way that i think 1989 before this (a poppy step for a country princess) and lover after this (a country princess realizes she can be whatever she wants to be and not give a shit) are more centrally her creations. which is not to say that these songs are coming from deeply inauthentic places - i think it’s likely that htey are still more authentic than most other pop outfits - but this song is sort of a nothing even when it’s trying to say something

i did something bad: i have never had very deep feelings for this song. but that reeee duh dud duh duh noise is the best and such a fascinating bit of production. what happened sonically on this album, despite the fact that i think it was an intentional and maybe too-far step outside of taylor’s ouevre, is fascinating. she’s so dark. i’m not even sure you realize how dark she is until you compare it directly to lover. 1989 clearly starts to pick up the grey feeling of this album but it isn’t overwhelming. anyway. this album is so interesting

don’t blame me: like i said earlier, this song started out as a concept and this song is a continuation on that theme. for the most part, most of the rest of the album becomes at least one measure more authentic. this song, btw, is so dramatic. the beat drops on some of these are bomb. i love this song on the rep tour video “my name is whatever you decide” just a messy bitch. god

delicate: this song is a crown jewel and i think any pop artist or singer songwriter would kill for this song to be theirs, genuinely. imagine stevie nicks singing this song in 1970. it’s a BEAST, because it’s authentic in a way that the songs preceding it and most of the songs after it are not. i love the beat dropping away on the break down “is it cool that i said all that?” it’s so gentle. i think you can put a lot of sound in a song and not say anything in the end, but if you control yourself and produce something that’s lyrically and sonically compact, you can write a song that hits people where it hurts. “he must like me for me / can’t make any promises now can we babe? / but you can make me a drink” GOD this song is a bomb

look what you made me do: i’m often surprised that this song is not the like, second song on this album, but it’s a mean song. if you watch the music video of this (which i do, constantly, because i love it), she’s so mean in it. she plays a villain in this song that i don’t think she’s really content with. “all i think about is karma / and then the world moves on but one thing’s for sure / maybe you got mine, but you’ll all get yours” is so vindictive and so…….sad.

…so it goes: this is the outro song on the rep tour video and i think it’s hitting on the same chord delicate hits without digging as deep. i think this song has grown on me a lot. but it’s kind of boring.

gorgeous: i love the lyrics of this song. the first line is a bomb, and the noises of it are so fun and light, and i think this song is one of the combo breakers on this album, like - taylor wanted to make an album about being so famous that you want to just hide away and be alone and feeling so scared that you just have to be loud, and the album suddenly became. not about that. it’s a journey. “you should think about the consequences of you touching my hand in a dark room”

getaway car: rip calvin harris

king of my heart: this is the best performance of the rep tour movie and it is the thesis of the album it has the wings of fresh love “you try on calling me baby like trying on clothes” my god she should get a poet laureate for that one and it’s sonically big but has this heart that’s so apparent and bold and that synthy voice work on the bridge is such a good palette cleanser before the break to the drums THE DRUMS are the best part of this song. it’s so propulsive and it carries you so well. “your love is a secret that i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep” ugh shut UP.

dancing with our hands tied: i always thought this song was about karlie kloss and i think it ties a direct line to like, out of the woods. i think those two songs could be pure sequels. i love the big wall of sound on the chorus and the urgency of the verses leading up to that. the minor quality of the tone, too, really makes you feel the dread. “i kissed you as the lights went out / swaying as the room burned down”

dress: this song……..takes me to the shed and kicks my fucking ass. i’ve spent a lot of time thinking of reputation as the soundtrack to stn which i’m sure you’re all tired of me talking about, but this song…………….my god. every inch of it is so different. i’d think it was one of the last ones produced if i had to guess “i’m spilling wine in the bathrub / you kiss my face and we’re both drunk” ugh god. it betrays so much feeling in a dreamy vocal quality and sound - the key repetition on the choral break is just blah BLAH i could cry. “flashback when you met me / buzzcut and my hair bleached.” this song is real in a way that some of these songs don’t have specifics - this one sits in the center of your stomach bc you know it’s real.

this is why we can’t have nice things: in a former life i worked for years at a retail store and i don’t anymore which is why i’m hardly ever here bc i work a real job that exhausts me all the time and the taylor swift reputation album played often and this song grated me and it still does. on the rep tour movie it’s very fun! and i enjoy it! but it feels petty.

call it what you want: this song is very related to king of my heart and so it goes in my mind. but it has connections into lover as well that. “starry eyes sparking up my darkest night” it makes me SO HAPPY that taylor was clearly, towards the end of the 1989 production and then into tour in a bad place and then in a worse place when she started this album and accidentally fell in love and started to feel a precious happiness that i think is all over lover. GOD I M SO HAPPY

new year’s day: this song fucks me up hardcore it’s a stn beast boy and if we could rename the fic i think this song might make a hardcore run to get the title like “i want your midnights” maybe. this song. is so soft. and so real. the evolution and devolution of sound that happens over this album deserves this culmination

#tsweezy

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Hello yes you should absolutely write out all of the headcanons and thoughts and feeling you have for 5a bc I don’t even know what they are but they sound great and I would definitely read those and stupidly emotional sounds amazing

Ok, ok, ok, so this turned into something. Which, really, you guys should probably expect at this point because I don’t know how to write short things. Also it’s about more than season five. And mostly about how often Emma loops her arm through Killian’s when they walk. It’s ridiculous, it happens constantly. The Google Doc title of this was: ARM HOLDING MEANS TRUE LOVE. So, you can imagine how this is going to go.

Also on Ao3 because I have no self control at all.

She spins around so quickly she nearly stabs him.

“Bloody fu–” Hook shakes his head, eyeing her with something that looks like barely contained fury and that’s fair.

Emma knows it is.

Because it’s been two days already and they’re not any closer to finding Henry or the Lost Boys and she’s fairly certain Peter Pan is actively trying to drive her insane, which, really should not surprise her at this point, but it may actually be working and–

“Can you put the blade down, love?”Emma hums, widening her eyes slightly and Hook nods at the cutlass in her hand. She’s not sure if that’s the right word.

She’s not sure of anything.

She has no idea how to read Pan’s stupid map.

“The blade,” Hook repeats. He leans to his left slightly, hooking his, well, hook around her wrist and tugging her arm back to her side. It’s forceful, but not in a way that feels like anything more than the distinct desire not to be stabbed.

It’s…no. Emma does not have time for that. She’s got–things, lots of things, incredibly important son-saving things and a variety of villains to deal with and the goddamn, fucking map to figure out and–

“Are you following me?” Emma asks, voice snapping in the otherwise silent jungle. She hadn’t noticed that at first.

Neverland, by its very nature, appears to be the loudest place in the known universe. There are bugs and more bugs and Emma can’t remember the last time she didn’t feel bone-weary, not able to close her eyes when she can hear the Lost Boys. It makes her heart twist and her stomach clench and reminds of things she never wants to remember.

It’s difficult to breathe in Neverland.

It’s difficult to breathe with her parents watching her every move and Regina wearing a pantsuit like that’s an appropriate son-saving outfit and Neal is dead and she’s got no idea where Rumplestilskin is and–

“Were you going to answer or just stare at me some more?”Hook’s lips twitch, and Emma isn’t sure if she should congratulate herself for that or not. She’s leaning towards not. Because her stomach is doing that thing again.

“To be fair, Swan, you make it rather easy.”

Her groan sounds impossibly loud. “Is deflection part of the pirate code or something?”“I wasn’t aware of a code.”“Really?”“Seems to fly in the face of most piratical tendencies, doesn’t it?”“I have not had enough sleep for any of those words,” Emma mumbles, drawing a quiet laugh out of Hook and for half a moment she’s really, truly, genuinely stunned. And so is he. Because, for half a moment, that sound is normal and, maybe a bit hopeful, and there are a ridiculous number of stars in Neverland.

They all seem to be reflecting off of them at that very moment.

She’s definitely gone insane.

She hopes Pan doesn’t realize that, like, immediately.

“That’s part of my reasoning, as a matter of fact,” Hook mutters, and he’s never actually moved away from her. The metal on her skin isn’t as cold anymore, but there are still goosebumps on her arm and Emma has to take a deep breath because she knows they have nothing to do with the metal at all.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping. It’s my turn for watch.”“And yet you’re out exploring.”“You make it sound like a game.”Hook shakes his head. “The opposite. Do you have any idea what you’re walking towards?”“It’s not like I’ve been to Neverland before.”

He licks his lips – frustration obvious and only slightly distracting. Emma is going to blame the stars and whatever his fingers do against the side of his coat, tapping out an impatient rhythm.

He’s not asleep either.

She doesn’t ask about that.

She doesn’t really have to.

“It’s dangerous,” Hook snaps, as if that’s enough an explanation.

Emma scowls. “So is everything in this hell hole. Tell me something I don’t know.”He doesn’t answer immediately and something in the back of Emma’s mind rises at that, questions and curiosities and there’s so much she doesn’t know about him. She isn’t sure she wants to know. She isn’t sure what she’ll do if she doesn’t know.

The muscles in Hook’s throat move when he swallows, another twist of his lips that makes it all too obvious how often Emma is staring at his lips, and, he finally, lets go of her wrist.

His fingers move to the hilt of his sword.

“There are places on this island with…nothing,” he starts. “No people, no beasts, no Lost Boys. Places that are–” Hook exhales, the force of it enough to make the ends of Emma’s hair ruffle slightly and she didn’t realize how close they were standing. “Just…empty.”“I don’t understand.”“And that’s the rub isn’t it? There’s not anything to understand.”“Should I make that joke about no sleep again?”Hook scoffs, the hint of a smile tugging at the ends of his mouth. Emma is having a difficult time keeping her eyes open. “No, that’s alright, love,” he says, softer than anything he’s said in…ever. Maybe. Definitely.

This may be a dream.

She hopes not.

“Have you,” Emma whispers, eyes moving anywhere except Hook’s face, “have you been to some of these places? Nowhereland?”“Clever title.”“Not an answer.”He makes a noise in the back of his throat, a sound that makes it all but impossible for Emma to pull her eyes up and the air in Neverland is always oppressive, humid and heavy, but now it feels as if it’s filling her lungs with cement. She pulls her lips behind her teeth.

“Once,” Hook answers. “A very long time ago.”“And I take it it didn’t end well?”“No, it did not. These places, they’re–it’s as if everything gets pulled out of you. Every thought, every belief, every ounce of…humanity left in you.”“Why?” Hook eyes her – a flash of something and Emma digs her boots into the ground. “It’s not as if either one of us is going to sleep any time soon.”“I think it’s Pan,” he says. His knuckles have gone white gripping his sword. “I think it’s the realm responding to Pan and every single whim that passes through the demon’s mind.”“You think the–what? The island is trying to pull goodness out of people? Why?”“Magic,” Hook replies simply. “Those are places with nothing left, love. The magic on this island has been withering for years. It’s like–a flame with only a bit of wax below it. Flickering and doing its best to hold on, but–”“–It’s only a matter of time,” Emma finishes, Hook nodding in agreement. “So Neverland is trying to make up for it by drawing people to…”“Nothing.”

She bit her lip at some point. There’s blood in her mouth. And every single one of her muscles feels like it’s stretched too tight and too thin, a discomfort that’s worse than exhaustion because this is more than exhaustion and Hook tilts his head when she looks at him.

“You didn’t have to follow me,” Emma says. Her voice cracks.

And Hook shakes his head again, strands of hair brushing dangerously close to his brows, which only makes her hold his gaze longer and the whole thing is as absurd as it isn’t because he’s goddamn Captain Hook and Neverland is trying to drain them all of their life force and she’s going to strangle Peter Pan as soon as she sees him.

“Didn’t I, though?”

Emma doesn’t answer. She’s not sure she can.

And that’s probably for the best because she’s not entirely prepared for Hook to shift on his feet, standing up a bit straighter with shoulders set and that same flash in his eyes, a glint of a memory and a moment and she doesn’t actually gasp when he offers her his arm.

She takes it, looping her own around the bend of his elbow and the leather is soft against her skin.

“We’re going to find him, Emma,” Hook says, quiet and certain. She nods. She believes him.

“What is he going to do? I’ve got magic, he’s got one hand!”

She hates herself as soon as the words come out of her mouth. Truth be told, she hated herself as soon as the words landed on the tip of her tongue and whatever part of her brain controlled motor skills, but Emma isn’t sure her heart has beat at a regular rhythm in the last seventy-two hours and the look on Hook’s face is–

“You know I’m good in a fight,” he counters, and she knows it’s a defense mechanism.

She knows.

She knows he did the best he could, was trying to protect Henry and her and probably the entire goddamn town because he may actually not be the villain she needs him to be.

He’s not.

She knows that too.

“At the very least he can draw fire,” David reasons. Hook’s expression shifts again.

“Oh, now I’m cannon fodder?”

Emma’s going to scream. That seems kind of selfish, though, with Mary Margaret in labor and Zelena who knows where and she, somehow, is still dealing with Rumplestilskin.

There is not enough oxygen in this hospital for the amount of groaning she’d like to be doing.

David doesn’t blink when he looks at her.

And her groan sounds kind of pathetic, really.

“Fine,” she sighs, complete with an arm movement that is the height of melodrama. “He can come. “Hook glances at her, shoulders slumped and something that feels distinctly like defeat sitting across them. The light in the hospital hallway looks ridiculous glinting off the hilt of his sword.

That sentence isn’t as strange as it probably should be.

“Fine,” he nods, succinct and distinctly unemotional and there should not be any emotion there. Emma does not have time for emotion. She’s going to do this, save everyone because that’s her job, and then she’s packing up her stuff and taking her kid as far away from magic and danger and wicked witches as she possibly can.

She’s going back home. She thinks. She knows. She’s got no goddamn idea.

“Shall we?” Hook presses.

Emma barely looks at him when she answers, already moving towards Henry. “Hang on, give me a sec.”

She hugs her kid.

“You ready, Swan?”She hugs her kid tighter.

“Yeah,” Emma nods. “Let’s end this.”

It, well, it goes to shit from there. And, honestly, Emma isn’t even really sure how, which makes it that much worse. It’s half a moment and a splash of water and he’s already so cold when she pulls him back onto the ground, a pallor to his skin that makes the breath catch in her throat.

Emma doesn’t know what to do.

She can’t move her hands fast enough – memories of middle school health classes and a plastic dummy some kid she can’t remember the name of tried to kiss at one point and there’s something about chest compressions.

“There’s got to be water in his lungs,” she mumbles, half to herself and half to some greater power and she can feel the magic roaring in her ears.

It doesn’t help her. It’s too much and not enough, all at once, a rush of everything and nothing and–Let me guess, with you?

“Oh, fucking hell,” Emma says, blinking so the tears she can barely feel in the corner of her eyes don’t fall on her cheeks. She shakes him, desperation clawing its way to the surface and her fingers feel like they’re on fire.

“Hook, wake up! Killian! Killian, come back to me!”

And, well, there it is.

The truth and the feeling and the magic in her seems to simmer, a fire low in her belly and in between every single one of her ribs and he’s not breathing.

He’s got to come back.

He had come back.

She knows.

“Son of a bitch,” Emma hisses, and it doesn’t take long to decide. She’s not sure there really was much of a decision.

She presses her lips to his.

And it happens almost immediately, a tug and a pull and the emptiness she feels in every single one of her limbs is only a little jarring. There are tears on her cheek. She’s got no idea what she’s doing with her thumb, but Emma can’t stop touching him, still a hint desperate and a bit selfish and she wants far more than she’s willing to admit.

He coughs before he opens his eyes, water and air in equal measure, snapping his head back towards Emma in a way that can’t possibly be safe for someone who very nearly drowned.

Or did drown.

Emma doesn’t know the specifics.

“Swan,” he mumbles, and it’s probably wrong for several of her internal organs to react the way they do. His fingers drift towards his mouth, eyes widening and the terror that etches itself on his face is…she can’t breath. “Swan, what did you do? What did you do?”

She doesn’t answer.

He knows.

Emma swallows, standing up and offering Hoo–Kill–no, Hook, her hand. He takes it, palm still clammy and grip on the wrong side of shaky, but he doesn’t let go even when they start walking away from the farmhouse and neither one of them say anything when Emma twists her arm around his.

She can’t breathe.

Emma refuses to question whether or not that’s because of the corset in her dress or because she’s having a difficult time forming coherent sentences every time she looks to her left.

That jacket is–

“Just when I thought the clothes here couldn’t get any worse,” she grumbles, letting her eyes flit around the ballroom and there is actually a man standing there to take their invitations.

The whole thing is absurd.

And over the top.

And she wonders if it’d be weird to ask Rumplestilskin if they could bring that jacket home.

Or, well, Storybrooke.

Or, well, the present.

She’s going back to New York.

Yes. Right? Absolutely.

They’ve just got to get her parents to fall in love first.

Simple.

Emma has no memory of moving her arm, is only aware of its current state when her fingers start to tingle from being airborne for so long and she can hear the smile in his voice before she even looks up.

This jacket is causing problems.

“You might not be able to move Swan, but you cut quite a figure in that dress.”

She smiles. And the not-so-small flutter of emotion that lingers on every inch of her skin feels a bit like sparks and a hint like magic and both of those things are impossibilities.

Emma doesn’t have magic anymore.

She’s got a schedule to stick to – one that goddamn King Midas almost destroys, but she can’t find it in herself to be too frustrated because that is how she learns that Captain Hook may actually be the world’s worst liar in a variety of different realms and various timelines.

He stammers and stutters and his eyes widen in a way that almost makes him look innocent, which is absurd because he’s Captain Hook, but the jacket, God the fucking jacket, is messing with her head and her opinions on monarchies and it might me fun to play princess for a moment.

Just a moment.

It makes her heart sputter in her chest.

She has to glance down to make sure her left foot isn’t actually emitting flames.

Nothing.

Of course not.

Maybe playing is overrated. Maybe Emma is kind of bitter. She assumes it has something to do with the corset.

“Mary Margaret and David are always going on about this ball or that ball,” Emma whispers, leaning a bit closer because the music is loud and there are lots of people and she’s glad she’s not the worst liar in that room. It’s comforting while she’s lying. “What’s the big deal about these things?”

When she was ten she’d gone to a school that encouraged students to dress up on Halloween and Evelyn Sola had dressed up as a princess. No specific princess. Just a princess. Her mother had made the dress, far more intricate than anything bought in the costume store in the strip mall on the other side of town, with beading and bright colors and Emma still isn’t sure if she’s ever been more jealous than she was walking into that classroom on a Thursday morning.

She’s a walking contradiction and a liar and–her jaw drops. She’s fairly certain her knees wobble a bit too and it’s suddenly difficult to walk, but there’s still an arm wrapped around hers and he doesn’t let her fall.

She can still hear the smile.

“You were saying?”Emma never graduated high school so she would argue that’s why she can’t come up with anything witty to say – no quick comeback or slightly biting retort and it’s really probably the goddamn jacket and whatever his fingers keep doing when they happen to brush over her skin.

Her feet still aren’t on fire.

“What am I supposed to do?”“Blend in.”He doesn’t waver when he wraps his fingers around hers – no trace of lie or anything except the absolute certainty that the schedule can wait a moment and the moment can linger and it’s nice in a way that is far bigger than nice.

“Wait, are you saying you know how to do whatever this is?”“It’s called a waltz, Swan. There’s only one rule, pick a partner who knows what he’s doing.”Emma smiles, the closeness of him overwhelming and a little intoxicating and she hadn’t gotten drunk that Halloween – she’d been ten for god’s sake, but there were other Halloweens and other almosts and she can’t remember a single one of them feeling like this.

He starts moving.

She follows.

Or the other way around because the specifics don’t matter and the moments stretches out and Emma takes a deep breath as soon as Killian Jones calls her your highness and keeps his arm wrapped around her.

He flinches when she touches him.

It makes her blood run cold, which is not a pun Emma has time for when dealing with evil snow queens and memories she’s only recently remembered, but Killian’s jaw clenches and she swears her heart stops for a moment.

He doesn’t blink.

Every movement looks exaggerated and over the top, a twist of his hand or tilt of his head. He keeps clenching his jaw.

And Emma knows something is wrong.

“The important thing is, it works,” Killian says, a promise that rings hollow in the middle of Granny’s. “All they have to do is walk through it.”

“Then we should go.”“Brilliant. I, alas, bruised myself during the curse. Really need to get it seen to.”Something is wrong.

She knew it before the curse and during the curse and this is–

He’s already walking away from her. That doesn’t happen. Ever.

“Hey, Killian,” Emma says quickly, stepping back into his space and his eyes widen when her hand lands on his cheek. “What’s wrong? You are acting strange.”He tries to smile. It absolutely does not work.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”He kisses her wrong. Again. It’s too quick and too…nothing, no feeling or emotion and the Killian she–no, it’s far too early and there still far too many threats and something is wrong.

“See you around…love.”

Killian moves again, a step to his right, but it’s as if his hand hasn’t gotten the message and the grip he has on Emma’s forearm will probably leave a mark. His fingers shake with the effort of holding on, like he’s trying to grip something or make sure it doesn’t disappear and Emma resists the urge to touch him again.

He lets go with a flourish.

And, Emma realizes belatedly, it’s the first time he’s tried to hold onto her arm in weeks.

Rumplestilskin is gone.

Emma Swan is so goddamn happy she sometimes worries she’ll actually burst with the feel of it.

That may be her magic, honestly.

And it’s got nothing to do with Rumplestilskin. It’s got everything to do with the easy quiet and the sense of peace and she’s started using the phrase boyfriend out loud.

It makes him smile.

So she keeps doing it.

The muscles in her face are going to get stuck that way.

They go on dates. They don’t go on dates. They sit on the couch in her parent’s loft with her kid and movies in the background and it’s nice and normal and better than both of those words.

And she’s fairly positive the arm thing is, in fact, a Navy thing.

He told her about it a few days before – quiet admissions walking down Main Street because that’s a thing they do now, they take walks and they talk and they explain and admit and a whole slew of other verbs that aren’t nearly as bad as Emma always thought they had to be.

“Liam was a stubborn git sometimes, but he was–” Killian had said, taking a deep breath and his fingers still move every time he hooks his arm around hers. Like he’s tracing her skin or committing to memory. There’s probably a map joke to be made. “He got us that life. It was..respectable, honorable.”A gentleman.

Honestly, the muscles in her face don’t know what have hit them in the last few weeks.

“You ready to go, love?”Emma’s head snaps up to find Killian holding her jacket in his hand, standing in Regina’s foyer because they had Sunday dinner and it was only a little weird, but that might have just been her and Henry is staying there tonight.

She nods.

Killian beams.

“You want to walk?” she asks, sliding her arms into the offered jacket. “I can put my jacket on myself, you know.”He hums, a hint of teasing in the sound that really isn’t playing fair at all, but then his lips brush behind her ear and that’s even worse. Better. Definitely better. “A fact I’m all too aware of,” Killian promises. “Let’s walk.”They say their goodbyes, promises to see you soon as if they don’t see each other every day, and Emma isn’t surprised when he offers her his arm as soon as the front door closes behind them. It makes the magic flutter in her veins.

And it’s totally a Navy thing – a bit of the past and the present, the desperate desire to live up to something, still and always, and Emma isn’t even sure he realizes he keeps doing it, and–

“Did you leave a string of broken hearts in your wake, Lieutenant?” she asks, pulling herself closer to Killian’s side. He’s always impossibly warm.

“It’s insulting not to use a man’s proper rank, Swan.”She nods again, nose scrunched and lips twisted because those things never fail to make the tips of Killian’s ears turn red. “You’re still not very good at deflecting. I’m serious. I’d imagine all the young ladies in a variety of ports swooned quite a bit.”“I think this means you’re swooning.”“Deflecting.”Killian chuckles, a press of his lips to the top of her hair even as they walk towards Granny’s. “Not as such.”“I think you’re leaving out the most interesting parts of this story. Captain.”His eyes flash, turning on her suddenly enough that the breath rushes out of her and they’ve made it across town far quicker than she expected. She’s pressed up against a door far quicker than she expected as well, a quick roll of hips and teeth grazing on the side of her neck and that goddamn spot behind her ear, something about treasure and pirates and she’s never really been jealous, but she doesn’t want there to have been anyone else.

Not anymore.

Not–no, she’ll get there eventually.

In the meantime she’s more than willing to frustrate Granny and, possibly, break a few public indecency laws because her boyfriend is exceptionally good at kissing her.

“I like that better,” Killian mumbles against her mouth, fingers ghosting over her hip. There’s more kissing and more fingers, which is biologically impossible, but Emma’s magic feels as if it’s pouring out of her so maybe she’s just evolving right there, and she doesn’t hear him at first.

“What?”

“Stay?” he repeats, a question and a want and she must respond. She, at least, nods.

Her shirt is halfway off before they unlock his door.

And she falls asleep with an arm wrapped around her.

“Well, you don’t look like a crocodile.”

“Guess I lucked out.”She can’t possibly be expected to deal with his eyebrows. Not when it feels as if she’s been twisted and reformed, new and the same, good and bad, light and dark. But he’s standing there and smiling and she wants, wants, wants.

“He never did say it back did he?”

Emma ignores it, the voice in the back of her head and the desire that burns right in the middle of her. The need to take and control and she deserves it.

It’s her right. After everything, years and loneliness and never getting what she wanted, the world owes her. Several different realms owe her.

All of goddamn magic owes her.

The voice laughs.

“Here,” her mother says, brandishing the dagger in front of Emma and the voice disappears as soon as it arrives. “We think you should have this.”

Emma can taste the temptation on her tongue, sweet like…God, she doesn’t know. She can’t possibly know. She can’t keep a single thought in check, each one appearing and dissolving like fog on the water and smoke in the air and her fingers tingle at her side.

She wants.

She wants too much.

She wants Killian to take another step towards her.

“Of course,” the voice adds with a slightly different lilt, and Emma doesn’t dare take her eyes off the dagger, “you didn’t really give him a chance did you. Far too self-sacrificing for your own good. What’s a poor pirate to do?”Emma grits her teeth, swallowing back her retort. Whatever her parents are saying is nothing more than a buzz in her ears, a distraction and a pull and the magic is strong. Too strong.

Overwhelming.

She glances away from the dagger. Rumplestilskin doesn’t say anything. And she knows he wasn’t the one speaking.

There’s more than one.

“No,” Emma says, doing her best to make the word sound certain.

It’s not.

Rumplestilskin doesn’t blink.

And she gives the dagger to Regina.

She’s less certain about that.

There isn’t time to second-guess, though – there’s explanations and Granny’s and Killian’s arm finds hers as soon as they start walking because, apparently, they’re in Camelot now. With knights and the round table and goddamn King Arthur.

She tugs herself closer to his side, trying to cling to something she isn’t sure has a name, but may just be a feeling, the steady certainty of him and the quiet confidence and she wants, wants, wants.

And Emma knows something is off as soon as they set foot on the drawbridge, a shadow to it all that doesn’t ring true with the legend she knows, but there’s no time for that either.

There is a dance.

Apparently.

“We don’t have time to waste on a bloody dance,” Killian seethes, pulled away from the crowd with his hook resting on the small of Emma’s back.

“I’m not going to go dark in one night,” Emma argues. That want is back, growing and festering until she wonders if it’s worked its way into her bloodstream and her muscles and the tips of her fingers. He’s a good dancer.

He may get a new jacket.

“He didn’t say it back,” the voice calls. “Still. There’s been plenty of time, don’t you think?”Emma ignores it, tilting her head up to find a pinch between Killian’s eyebrows. There’s tension in his shoulders and a clench to his jaw, exhaustion lingering in the air around him.

“I’m not willing to take that chance,” he says.

He takes a step away from her.

The voice laughs. “Nothing.”

She hugs her kid. Tightly. As tightly as she can. And does her best to cling to some semblance of hope because, at this point, everything has felt a little hopeless and she’s not sure if her eyes will ever be prepared for normal sunlight and Killian keeps glancing at his shoes.

Henry squeezes her back.

He doesn’t say anything when she and Killian walk away, which is equal parts the worst thing that’s ever happened to her and some kind of rather large mercy.

Emma keeps her head up when she moves, half a step in front of Killian with her fucking heart in a bag and the elevator door rattles when he yanks it closed. She doesn’t really think about what she does next.

She turns, whether on instinct or want or true goddamn love, it doesn’t really matter. Her feet twist and her face turns towards his shoulder, arm wrapping around his until they’re practically occupying the same few inches of space and it still isn’t close enough.

Emma isn’t sure anything ever really would be.

And she knows it’s greedy and needy and several other buzzwords with decidedly negative connotations, but she can’t bring herself to care because it’s this and them and she’s not leaving without him.

She’s not.

He kisses the crown of her head without a word.

There’s no ambrosia. There’s true love and tests and the feel of him under her when she pushes him out of the flames, but there’s no ambrosia and Emma feels that last bit of hope flare out as soon as Killian’s fingers catch hers in the chamber.

“What?” she whispers, and it’s a stupid question because she knows that look and knows that answer and her vision is already starting to swim in front of her eyes.

“I’m not going up with you. I never was. We’re never going to find anything up there to save me.”

Emma argues. She steps forward only try and pull him back, move him into her space again, but he doesn’t shift, doesn’t flinch and–

“I’m afraid we don’t have that choice, love.”

There are words, promises and emotions and his hand on her cheek. It’s not enough. Still or always or whatever.

Fuck.

The elevator door creaks again when he pulls it down, and Emma can’t breathe, can’t think, is teetering on the edge of several metaphorical cliffs in the middle of the Underworld and Killian Jones has the audacity to even try and smile at her.

“I love you.”“I love you, too.”

His skin is cold when she kisses him, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck in a misplaced effort to keep him there and with her because she’s stubborn and desperate and the magic in her cries out to do something.

Anything.

There isn’t anything to do.

Maybe there never was.

Fuck. Again.

He has to press up on his toes to keep her hand in his, lips brushing over the back of her palm with a reverence that makes her tears fall faster. And his fingers grapple to hold onto her, but the elevator is moving and it all feels so final and so certain and the door presses into her stomach when Emma tries to keep touching him.

She can’t.

The magic lingers anyway, an electric current in her veins and her arteries and she never graduated high school, she doesn’t know how biology works, but her arm feels heavy at her side as the tears continue to fall down her cheeks.

He’s really the world’s worst liar.

“They’re thousands of leagues under the sea. No one will be able to find them, not even Poseidon himself.”Honestly.

The world’s worst liar.

Emma smiles anyway, hands on Killian’s chest and there’s a chill in the air that feels oddly appropriate. Regina was right; magic is frustratingly literal sometimes.

So, she does the only thing she can think of to be less frustrated. About everything. Prophecy and fate and Evil Queens and scissors that could change the course of everything. She barely even tugs on his shirt before Killian moves, ducking his head and letting Emma catch his lips with hers.

It’s not a rushed thing, no overwhelming emotions or metaphors about waves or anything like that. It’s easy and simple and home. It’s the exact opposite of everything else.

Probably something about a safe harbor.

Making jokes seems kind of tactless in the moment, though.

“Thank you,” Emma whispers. She doesn’t move her hands.

“There’s a storm coming.”“Seems like a perfect night for a fire and some hot buttered rum.”Killian’s expression doesn’t change much, but she’s gotten pretty good at this whole relationship thing and, well, life thing and he’s so bad at lying. It would be funny if he weren’t making sweeping statements about the weather.

And she wasn’t fated to die.

That sucked.

Honestly.

“Sounds like heaven,” Killian says, less of a lie than anything else he’s said. “Just need to check on the old girl. Secure the rigging.”

“Pizza or Chinese?”“Your heart’s desire, Swan. I promise, that’s all I want you to have.”He brushes his knuckles across her cheek before he kisses her, another soft press that leaves her stomach swooping and her heart beating irregularly and she’s never actually asked if he can feel her magic, but Emma’s got some fairly strong suspicions.

She knows he didn’t get rid of the shears.

And she understands why.

Perfectly.

Emma smiles again before she turns away, ignoring, for a moment, everything that’s wrong in favor of everything that’s right and the certainty that this is absolutely, positively, one of those things. In spades or something.

She needs to stop making jokes in her head.

She waits at the end of the docks, texting Henry to give the pizza guy the five bucks sitting on the kitchen table, and Killian blinks when he notices her.

“You want to walk me home?” Emma asks, a fairly pitiful attempt at coy. It might kind of be flirting though, and the smile on his face when he realizes that is enough.

Killian nods. “Aye, I do.”“Figured.”She twists her arm around his before he offers it.

Dying, Emma quickly realizes, has a way of starkly throwing everything into perspective.

And, she’s even quicker to realize, throwing her husband into full-on pirate protector mode.

The thought makes her smile.

Husband.

She’s got a husband.

A husband.

“You really shouldn’t be awake.”

Emma bites her lower lip, burrowing further against the small mountain of pillows behind her because she refuses to be held responsible for her reaction to Killian standing in the doorway.

Their doorway.

In their house.

That they share.

Together.

Because they’re married.

He’s her husband.

She feels a little drunk.

“I can’t possibly sleep twenty-four hours a day, babe,” she says, an old argument that he seems determined to prove wrong. Emma is certain, if Killian had his way, she would sleep for several weeks straight, and for the first few days after The Final Battle, she wouldn’t have questioned it.

Dying, it seems, is also a very good way to exhaust a person.

She’d felt drained, as if she’d been deflated or some other word a human being never should feel, but it had been difficult to stand and even more difficult to feel her magic and although Emma’s first few memories after that moment were hazy at best, she distinctly remembers Killian picking her up at some point.

And mumbling a tradition, love when he carried her through the doorway.

“I think you could definitely try,” Killian counters. The floorboards creak when he steps into the room, but he’s stopped refusing to sit on the edge of the bed now, so Emma figures that makes it a wash. “It’s not unreasonable.”“It’s ridiculous.”“It’s cautious. At best.”“Worst.”“Swan.”Emma shakes her head, and she does feel bad because, well, she died, but he died, like, three times and it’s certainly not a competition. So she keeps telling herself. She just–”Why are you in here? What time is it even?”“Almost four.”“Is Henry back from school yet?”“I believe he was helping your mother with some sort of event after the end of the day,” Killian says. “Archery or…”“Oh yeah, yeah, I think she texted me about that.” Killian’s eyebrows fly up his forehead so quickly Emma can’t help but laugh. “You’ll have to take away my communication devices if you’re going to actually put me in solitary, Captain.”He scowls, but there’s still a bit of worry and anxiety lingering around him. Emma can almost see it. She might actually be able to see it.

“What the…” she starts, reaching out towards the tip of his ear and the side of his neck and she knows she doesn’t imagine the way he shudders when the tips of her fingers brush his skin. “Did you feel that?”Killian nods. “Aye.”“Did you–have you always been able to feel that?”Silence. Emma tries not to be frustrated by that. She’s more frustrated with whatever that one pillow is doing to her spine anyway.

“Babe,” she prompts, and his lips quirk in response. “Have you always been able to feel my magic?”

“Not at first.”“But?”“But,” Killian echoes. “Uh…after Zelena. When it–when it was gone, it was a bit like being thrown off course.”“The nautical puns have got to stop.”He rolls his eyes, shifting closer to her until his forehead rests on hers. “I thought I felt it in the past, before you got it back. When–”“–Dancing,” Emma finishes, Killian pulling back to gape at her. The blush in her cheeks is almost pleasantly warm. “Is it a Navy thing? Honestly.”“Is what a Navy thing?”She rolls her whole head – which only serves to make Killian widen his eyes in reproach, but that was also kind of the goal and she’s missed flirting for the sake of flirting. They’re really good at flirting with each other. “It totally freaked me out the first time you did it,” Emma continues. “You were going on about magic holes in Neverland and nothing and you just…you offered me your arm and I–”“–Took it,” Killian finishes. “If memory serves.”“Yeah, I did.”He chuckles softly, ducking his head to kiss her and it’s not enough. It’s not ever, but now there’s time to try and get there. That’s nice.

That’s better than nice.

“We were always told to offer your lady your arm,” he says, low and intent. His eyebrows jump again when Emma’s magic practically roars. “The Royal Navy was very fond of propriety.”“Your lady, huh?”“Hmmm?”“Not all the ladies?”“Is that a note of jealousy I hear, Swan?”“Confirmation.”

Killian nods, lower lip jutted out slightly and that only makes it easier to nip at it. “Lady,” he says. “Singular. The Royal Navy frowned on flirting quite a bit.”“A shame when you’re so good at it.”“And that, my love, sounds a bit like a compliment.”Emma can’t help the smile that stretches across her face – the rush of warmth that runs from her head to her toes, moving into her fingertips and lingering in the spaces around her heart. She’s getting out this bed. Today.

“Might have been,” she shrugs, if only to make his eyes flash. It works. They’re very good at flirting. “I’m really not going back to sleep, you know.”“Figured as much.”“Then…”He kisses her before she can make any more veiled allusions to other things the Royal Navy would very likely disapprove of. The pillow stops bothering her when they knock it on the floor.

And it’s not that much later, only a few clothes back on, with the sheets twisted around them when Emma announces we’re going to Granny’s and she’s even less surprised that Killian tells her that was half the reason he came in the room in the first place.

“Your mother called,” he explains. “Said there was a plan and something about Friday night.”He’s already standing up, running his fingers through his hair in a way that probably isn’t supposed to be distracting. The magic in Emma’s center jumps.

It makes Killian grin.

“That’s not fair at all,” Emma grumbles, a lie they’re both only too aware of. She holds her hand out, willing herself not to react when he takes it, but that’s a losing battle and they only win those in this household.

This family.

They’re a family.

“Your highness,” Killian says with a smirk, and Henry gags when they steal kisses on the walk to Granny’s, arms twisted and the future laid out at their feet.

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