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the-moon-prince · 3 years

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The Last Of us~Kurapika x Reader ~Chapter I

AN: Hi my lovely fellows! I’m making a Kurapika x reader! This will be the first chapter. Overall I’m trying my best for you to insert yourself in the story as good as you can. However, some point who are going to be relevant in the plot a little further, like (Y/n)’s age, Profession and first language have been modified.This is my debut as a fanfiction writer here on tumblr!

As now, I wish you a pleasant read, and I hope you’ll enjoy the first chapter of my story. (Second coming soon!)

Paring: Kurapika Kurta x GN! Reader

Word count: 2 783

TW: None!

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5 am The buzzing sound of the alarm loaded Kurapika's ears. The same noise as every morning. Another day to go on. He woke up with this peculiar feeling, but so familiar to him. That unnamed pain hit him again as his senses started to stir. The bed beneath him felt cold and foreign. The morning was dull to him. Seeking to shake the feeling away, he sat up and stretched. His limbs felt heavy, his eyes burned. Just another morn after a terrible night with limited sleep and disagreeable dreams. That tiredness was omnipresent in his life for the last months. He immediately saw the space that wrapped him. Empty, just the drawer, nightstand, a lamp, and blank white walls. Finally, getting up from the bed and arranging the also white sheets. Going to the drawer and pulling out his work uniform; a white shirt, black trousers, black tie, and a black jacket. Taking his loose pajama pants and shirt off and starting to button the white shirt. Thinking annoyed at how he had to abide another day Neon dramatically said how sad, miserable, and lonely she felt. The fairly frustrating attitude she had been insisting on the last weeks. What did she know about misery and solitude? Once dressed, he left his bedroom to the tiny hall of his apartment. Leading to the small room alongside his. The big black door remained in front of him. He stared at it for a moment. A certain doubt in his mind made its presence. Lastly, he opened the door, glancing at the scarlet eyes floating on the jars displayed in the room, and closed the door. The emptiness seemed greater than the last morning. He wondered one more time while putting his shoes on, what did he yearn? What did he lack to feel once more this abyss? He stepped outside his home and took a deep breath, the swampy air feeling his lungs. And head straight to the Nostrade mansion. He passed the big entrance gate, the security of the Nostrade's residence, and arrived at the main room. Unlike what Kurapika might have thought moments ago, there was something new that morning. An unknown person was sitting on one of the multiple couches, apparently waiting. Wich piqued his curiosity. Their guise was quite formal and unique, white cigarette bottoms and a moss-green long-sleeved sweater with a white dress shirt underneath. However, the shirt's collar was embroidered with a peculiar decoration. A botanic motif of tiny red, yellow and blue flowers plus green leaves was along the tip of the collar. Naturally, Kurapika carefully observed the intruder to determine if it was a possible menace. The individual had (long/short/medium/ with bangs) (curly/straight/wavy)(hair color) hair; it was loose and a bit messy. Some strands were framing their face. Their body had a juvenile apparent, around one or two years younger than him however their face looked more childlike. Their gaze was lowered into the book, so Kurapika was unable to see the eyes. He just saw the (long/short) eyelashes moving with the occasional blinks the person gave and some eye bags from fatigue. They were sitting with their legs crossed, one hand was holding the book, and the other was rubbing the green fabric of the sweater between the index and the thumb. They gave an overall serene aura. It wasn't long before a butler came near Kurapika. -"Mr.Kurapika, Sir. Nostrade requested to have the young guest to his office. For security reasons Sir. Nostrade wants one of the bodyguards to watch over the guest. Please take them there." Kurapika agreed with a quick "understood" and made his way towards the outsider. Kurapika stopped in front of the sitting figure. "Excuse me, Mx"- The person reading gave a slight quiver in surprise to immediately put the book down and look up at him with a subtle and soft smile. Despite looking up at him, they didn't look directly into his eyes, fixing more in his mouth.- "Mr.Nostrade charged me to take you to his office, please accompany me." he addressed the outsider with a secure tone. "Hello, and thank you" was the quiet response the stranger gave him. Getting up and ranging the book in a black side bag. "This way." The person quietly followed behind him through the hallway, examining the distinct decorations and pieces of furniture all over the mansion. Once the both of them arrived at the office's door, Kurapika gave a knock, letting their attendance be known, followed by a grave "Come in" from Light Nostrade. Kurapika rapidly opened the door and entered the room. At the center of the room was Light Nostrade, sitting at his big wooden desk. Accompanying the desk, a coffee table and matching sofas were placed over a luxurious carpet. In one of the sofas, Neon was sitting playing with one of her stuffed toys. Mr. Nostrade without a word gave the guest sign with his hand to sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, as the foreigner obliged. "Neon, this is (Y/n), they're your new companion and therapist. As you have let me know lately, you've been feeling bored and alone. As your dad, your welfare concerns me. So I searched for one of the best professionals to improve your state." -The man addressed the young girl next to him, to take the phone to his desk right away and address it to someone on the other line-"Let the rest of Neon's bodyguards in" -In an instant, the rest of the bodyguards entered the room- "Mx. (Y/n) present yourself to the rest" Mr.Nostrade finally ordered. (Y/n) got up in a unique move from the chair, and facing the rest of the company in the chamber, with their hands clasped in front of their body, they declared "Hello, I'm (Y/n) it's a pleasure to meet and work along with you."-(Y/n) presented themselves with a small politeness reverence, then they turned to faced Neon-"Neon, I am a Doctor with a specialization in psychiatry medicine. I, moreover, am a certified Hunter and I'm here to take care of your psychological and physical integrity. If required I can protect you in case of aggression. Besides I'm here to treat your loneliness and improve your mental health. I honestly hope my faculties will help develop several health skills!" they finally finished, all the discourse was made with the same quiet and kind voice tone, with the subtitle smile never leaving their face. After the quick initiation, Neon's face went from attentive to a worried grimace to shout "DAD!!! AM I SICK?!?" (Y/n) tilted their head and stepped to Neon softly reassuring her "No Neon, don't worry, you're not sick. I am here just to prevent you from being sick. I'll take good care of your mental and physical state and keep you amity so you remain as happy and healthy as always! In other words, I'm your private psychotherapist." Following those words of reassurance Neon's face lights up in a smile "YAY, So you're my new companion! Finally, I won't be so bored around here! I'm Neon, but you seem to already know my name. You look strangely young, you know? Plus you have a weird accent when you talk!" Of course, Neon added lacking discretion as always. (Y/n) just tilted their head once more, without changing their friendly air they responded "Of course I have an accent, Neon, all chic and elegant people have one, like David Bowie or Kate Bush. And regarding my age, It's judged preferable to have someone closer to your age to establish a more organic cooperative relationship." -The response to the rude observations of Neon was devoid of any malice, it was rather merry and kind, giving Neon the sensation of friendship and calm -"If you'd prefer to consider me your "companion" is fine. As planned with your father, I will be with you every Tuesday, Thursday from 11:00 am to 8:00 pm and Saturdays from 2:30 pm to 7:30 pm. But today as being our first day, I'll be entire with you!" The grin on Neon's face just became wider "YOU'LL SEE, I AM GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN FROM NOW ON!''-Neon called once more, grabbing (Y/n) from their arm and dragging them somewhere. The (hair colored) didn't protest, just flinched to the sudden touche-"COME TO MY ROOM, WE HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!" The stranger's identity and intentions finally became clear for Kurapika, letting him discard (Y/n) as a hazard. We followed them into Neon's room to guard the Nostrade's teenager. Hours passed by. Neon talked about all the nonsense she could think of, as (Y/n) seemed to pay special attention to every word the girl spitted out. Sometimes making some comments and writing down in a little (fav color) notebook with a little cat they took off their said bag. Kurapika was just sitting on one of the couches, some sort of relieved to have someone else to take care of Neon's heavy personality and tantrums. "She even seems calmer today, having some entertainment will be profitable to her. " he thought. Even if Neon was, in fact, calmer that day, you could still hear her from across the room. "Your notebook is really cute, you know? Where did you get it? Cats are SOOOOO cute! I want one like that!" "Thank you Neon! I got it at the novelty store in the Mall that's in the center of the town. I go near there quite often, I can get you one if you'll like. Also, I think I'm going to take my break now if you don't mind. I will go make some tea, would you wish some, Neon?" (Y/n) actively added to the chat, even if it's their first day, they seemed to fuse nicely with Neon, rather odd due to Neon's personality. "Nah, I don't like tea" the teen finally responded, getting a soft nod in agreement as an answer. (Y/n) got up from the chair they were sitting on and headed to the employee's kitchen. Not much time later, they came back with a cup of tea and a bottle full of tea. To Kurapika's surprise, (Y/n) handed him the cup of tea with the soft smile of always. They simply added an "I made you some tea, you appeared a touch worn, I hope it's okay". That was the first of many little acts of kindness (Y/n) had with him. They would make him some tea regularly in the day or ask about his day during the breaks. During the following weeks in which (Y/n) was going to give therapy to Neon, a lot of things could be perceived. The first was the improvement in Neon's attitude. Being gradually more used to friendly human interaction, and having a better understanding of her frustrations. The second was about (Y/n), they were a rather nice person, gaining some sort of (or what was the most resembled) sympathy from Neon, which was a feat considering the lack of empathy of Neon. They were polite to everyone in the Nostrade's mansion, and their job as Neon's special doctor was their 4th job. Melody, during a casual chat, learned that (Y/n) worked Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturday mornings as a Psychoanalyst between a Psychiatric ward and a Private Doctor's Cabinet, and the mornings of the days she came to assist the Nostrade's daughter as an intermediary liaison psychiatrist (basically someone who gives psychiatric supportive treatment in non-specialized unities) in the YorkNew General Hospital Center. This explains largely the eyebags and exhaustion for which (Y/n) has earned comments from Neon such as "You know you have eyebags?". Also, that (Y/n) has 18 years of age (sorry dear readers if it's not your age, but this will be relevant for the plot, so please let me this one pass), remarkably young to be an accredited doctor. And they were "precocious" on their own words- as Melody said- And the third and last thing, noticed essentially by Kurapika was about (Y/n) comportment and personality. Even if (Y/n) was kind and polite to everyone, they were incredibly discreet. They acted with prudence in virtually all aspects, from their appearance to their very presence. Like if (Y/n) was hiding and acting from the shadow (Melody also commented about this borderline anxiety). Additionally, all the movements (Y/n) made were prudent and meticulously planned, which made Kurapika realize the intelligence (Y/n) had. He also could tell English was not (Y/n)'s first language. They had a peculiar pronunciation and spoke with a large and fancy vocabulary. Those things greatly aroused Kurapika's curiosity, but the part of (Y/n) that triggered that curiosity the most was related to (Y/n)'s eyes. They were very careful with the subject. So careful indeed that they were even subtle with the care they treated the subject. Were tiny and nearly unimportant actions from (Y/n) that made Kurapika realize the importance of their eyes. (Y/n) never looked anyone in the eyes. Sometimes, during the break, when feeling exhausted or overwhelmed, (Y/n) would close their eyes and cover them with one hand. The biggest event of all was one time he listened to Neon through the door curiously ask "Hey (Y/n), what happens with your eyes?" and, when he opened the door to see if everything was correct, (Y/n)'s eyes were normal. As if nothing had happened. Kurapika had for sure some inquiries regarding (Y/n). However, all of his suspicions became more prominent with a precise action from (Y/n). One day, Neon decided to show (Y/n) her body part collection. "(Y/n) You're a doctor, I'm sure you're going to love this! You know about these things, You'll be able to appreciate my glorious collection!" Neon was bragging about how happy she was with her various articles. "I have hearts, livers, fetuses, all the parts of the brain, some left and right lungs, and a pancreas. And my favorite of them all! A pair of beautiful scarlet eyes!" Neon made a special address on how rare the scarlet orbs were and how proud she was of them, she even played with them a little. And for the first time, (Y/n) didn't say a thing. Their perpetual smile even faded a little. During the whole episode, Kurapika remained sitting on a chair. Hearing that kind of discourse about his clan's eyes was hurtful and infuriating. How could she talk in such a manner of his fellow Kurtas? With no compassion, like if they were a mear object. It was sickening. A dull and hurt expression plastered on Kurapika's face. He was so immersed in his thoughts, he didn't notice it already was break time. If it wasn't for (Y/n) who came to sit beside him in an attempt to comfort his sorrow. (Y/n) had their gaze lowered and, for the first time, wasn't smiling. It wasn't a gloomy face, more like a flat expression. They didn't say a word and just stayed near him. Similar as if they seemed to comprehend. It wasn't until Kurapika looked at (Y/n) that they gave him a tiny smile. Nevertheless, this smile wasn't like the usual one. It was more caring, full of empathy and kindness, but also pain. None of them said a single word. And even if he never stated a thing about the subject, Kurapika felt a little comforted. At the end of that day, where everyone was heading to their own houses after such a hard working-day, (Y/n) came to Kurapika. He deduced they would just wish him a nice night. Except it wasn't the case. "Kurapika, pardon me, may I speak to you for a bit, pretty please?" (Y/n) mumbled to him, with the identical smile as always. A bit confused by their request, Kurapika responded, "Sure (Y/n), how may I help you?" forthwith to its answer (Y/n) made him follow them to a more private place behind the Nostrade's mansion. (Y/n) looked down as they had their hands in front of their chest, similar to the pose of a meerkat, and was fidgeting with their fingers. "Kurapika"- then they looked up to him-"I know I'm putting my life on the line. Yet, what I'm about to do is an act of desperation wholly motivated by my conclusion. Are you somehow related to the scarlet eyes?"

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seriouslyhooked · 3 years

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Can’t Say No (At Christmas)

CS one-shot set in the future. Hope is three and Emma and Killian are still very much in the throws of a happily ever after, but Killian wants to do something special for Emma for Christmas. With the help of their family and the town, he manages to fulfill a Christmas wish for his wife in exactly the kind of over-the-top fluffy and sweet way you’d expect from me. Includes holiday surprises, Christmas cheer, and a healthy dash of true love. Rated T. Available on FF Here and AO3 Here.

A/N: Hey all! I really did not know if I was going to be able to get this drabble done, but I am so happy to say that I did and to share it with you all tonight. I know that this Christmas is going to be so different for so many of us, and that it has been a hard year of uncertainty and stress. My gift to our little fandom is this story, focused on Emma and Killian a few years after we got to see them in the show. It’s inspired by the spirit of Christmas, the cheesiness that only Hallmark movies can provide, and the song ‘No Problem’ by Dylan Schneider. I love the idea that Killian cannot deny Emma anything, and that at Christmas he has to make Emma’s wishes come true. I hate to spoil any more of this, but I will just say thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

“I don’t know how the hell you pulled this off, mate, but I got to hand it to you, this is really something special.”

The words David uttered from the bottom of the ladder were high praise, despite the dig at Killian’s favorite endearment. Tonight though, Killian would let the jab slide. He simply didn’t have the time or energy to pretend to argue with Emma’s father. Instead he hustled down the rungs and back to solid ground beside his friend. He took stock of the room once more, running his hand through his hair and tracing each corner of the barn with his gaze. There was very little about the place that was recognizable. It had been sufficiently transformed, from an old, dusty tomb of farm equipment, to a space fit for the evening ahead.

“It pays to be a good guy in the end,” Killian joked. Playing up the early days of their knowing each other when Killian was anything but a hero. “Turns out I’ve helped quite a lot of people these past few years. They were eager to return the favor.”

“That’s true enough, but I think the fact that you did this all for Emma plays a big part too.”

There was no doubt about that, and the mere reminder of his wife brought a smile to his lips. She was going to be surprised by this, and there was nothing that he loved more than surprising his Swan. Killian could hardly wait for the look of excitement that would spread across her face, and the light that would appear in her jade colored eyes. Her cheeks would flush from realization, and her hands would move unbiddenly, as if she couldn’t quite contain the excitement or suspense. Emma was always the most beautiful of women, and a miracle to be sure, but when treated to a gift that was truly worthy of her, she was transcendent, his own personal star and tempting taste of heaven.

“Any word from Snow?” Killian asked, checking his watch and seeing they had made good time, despite the hecticness of the day. He had enough time to catch a shower and prepare himself, but he needed to be sure that Emma and Hope were sufficiently occupied in the meantime.

“Better – she sent a video while you were hanging the last of the garland.”

David offered his phone and Killian laughed at the sight. Snow and Emma had taken Neal and Hope out of town to a nearby ski resort that was hosting all sorts of winter activities for kids. In the video Emma, Hope, and Neal were all making snow angels, until Neal gave the signal and he and Hope pivoted to throwing snowballs at Emma. The only problem was Hope was far too little and bundled up in snow gear to be effective. She was having the time of her life though, and at the end of the video, Emma scooped their daughter up and nuzzled her close, bestowing a kiss on her curly brown hair, which had escaped its winter cap. Hope was a dazzling blend of him and Emma, but her goodness and ability to inspire love was totally her mother’s doing.

“Perfect. You good here for the time being?” David nodded, pivoting from his assistant role to commander in chief with the quickness of one-time prince. Content that his tasks were in good hands, Killian headed out, eager to put the next parts of his plan in place.

Things moved quickly from there. He showered and readied himself for the kind of night his Emma had imagined, ignoring the strangeness of his reflection as he did. He would never feel quite right in these damn tuxedos, but Emma’s wish was specific and it included the blasted suit. It also included a number of gifts for Emma and for Hope, which he pulled from the one place in the house Emma never ventured to – the garage. From the back of the storage space there, he grabbed a number of boxes that he’d stuffed away last week, and brought them all inside. After checking the contents were free from any water or dirt, he was convinced things were as they should be, and he left the gifts underneath the Christmas tree.

The only thing left to craft was the note for Emma that would set her surprise in motion. He hadn’t dared to write it out before, wanting to save it for this moment. It felt right to speak from the heart and to put in words exactly how he felt tonight. Still, it took time to get the letter exactly right, and he must admit he grew a bit sentimental when crafting it. A time or two he fell into recent and more distant memories of their lives together, feeling the warmth in his soul that could only ever come from the truest love. Luckily, he had enough of his wits about him and time was on his side. Soon he heard the sound of a car pulling up the drive just as he closed the envelope with Emma’s name and placed it on the tree, and with the stealth accrued in his past life, he slipped out the back door just before his girls came in.

“Mama, look! Santa came early,” he heard Hope say as he quietly rounded the side of the house. For a moment he was truly tempted to steal a look and watch this scene play out, but he reminded himself that there was still more to be done, and instead headed down the street to where a not so patiently waiting Snow was parked.

“Killian, thank God! I thought you’d never get here!” she exclaimed as he opened the door, but before he could reply, young Neal let his own thoughts be known.

“Mom, it’s been like sixty seconds. Literally. Look, I timed it on the stopwatch Henry gave me. 63 seconds.

“No, has it only been a minute? I’m so excited I can’t tell. It feels like forever. I was waiting for this all day. It was so hard not to spill the beans.”

“But you didn’t, right?” Killian checked, pivoting to Neal for the truth. When the boy gave him a thumbs up, he let out a breath. “Good. But it all might be for not if we don’t get a move on.”

“Oh, right. We’ve got to go. We’ve got a Christmas miracle to deliver.” Neal groaned at the words and Killian remained quiet prompting Snow to ask the question, “Sorry, too cheesy?”

“For tonight? No, strangely it’s just right.”

And with that, they pulled away from the curb, headed back towards the barn and the long-awaited surprise.

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“Mama, look! Santa came! Santa came!”

At first Emma didn’t understand the words from her daughter. She was just trying to get her bearings after peeling the snow clothes off of Hope and discarding her own jacket on the hook by the door. Her boots were barely off and her scarf was still wound around her neck. She couldn’t imagine how Hope still had so much energy, but then she remembered – three year olds were like comic book characters, with a super power of endless energy.

“Christmas Eve is tomorrow, honey,” Emma said, righting her clothes and letting go of a big breath, before walking towards the living room. “Two more sleeps until Santa.”

“But look, Mama, pwesents!”

Emma followed her daughters pointing finger across the way, and low and behold there were gifts under the tree that had not been there this morning. Her curiosity was peaked, but when she saw the white envelope secured in the branches of their evergreen tree, she had an inkling of what was happening.

“Killian,” she murmured walking forward, and running her fingertips across the delicate paper.

“Daddy?” Hope asked excitedly, and Emma nodded as she opened the envelope, only to fight off tears of love when she read the letter.

My Dearest Emma,

There are no gifts that I could ever give you that compare to all you’ve given me. I know and accept that, but this time of year is different. It’s a season predicated on love, light, and yes, even a bit of magic. So I had to try, for your sake and for mine.

Christmas is about showing the people you love what they mean to you. It’s about giving love and feeling love, and knowing that even in the dark of a winter night, there is hope and light ahead. It’s about reminding loved ones that you care, that you’re rooting for them, and that their dreams are your dreams too. You taught me that, you and Hope and Henry, and I swear to you that all I could ever want is to make you happy, and to grant the wishes you carry in your heart.

“Ooo, pwetty,” Hope said, dragging Emma’s eyes down to where her daughter had already begun opening the parcels below. Inside the white garment box was a gorgeous crimson colored dress, breathtaking in its elegant design. The satin and the beading were exquisite, and the color was to die for, and like something from a dream. Hope offered the box to her, knowing even at age three that it wasn’t the right size for her. “For you, Mama.”

“Thank you, princess,” Emma said, taking the box in hand, wanting to look at it in full, but knowing the letter was still more important.

You are everything to me, Emma. Everything and so much more. You and our children hold my whole universe in your hands. Tonight, I hope to take your hand in mine, and remind you that in life, all you really need is the perfect partner.

“He didn’t,” Emma whispered, looking down from the letter which had been signed with love by her pirate. Then she looked at the other presents Hope was opening. A beautiful pair of heels, a white fur muff, and a necklace that sparkled, along with all the same things for Hope that were more their daughter’s style and perfect for her size. The last gift was another envelope, with a card. On the top in cursive script it read ‘Selected Suitors for Emma Jones’ and the only name was Killian’s. “Oh my god, he did. It’s a dance. He planned a Christmas dance for me.”

“Dance?” Hope asked and Emma crouched down to help her daughter really open her own garment box, where a beautiful princess-style dress was waiting for her. As soon as she saw it Hope let out a sound of pure delight, clapping her hands together at a hastened clip. At that moment, the front door opened, and Emma looked, expecting to see Killian but instead seeing her son, dressed up in a tuxedo and looking downright dashing. It would have been a shock either way, but this year, when she’d been bracing herself for her son being away for the holiday, it felt like an even greater gift.

“Henry?” she asked, as Hope bolted for her brother. Instinctively, Henry scooped her up, accepting all her hugs and kisses before turning his eyes back to Emma.

“Surprise! Well, part of it anyway. But we’ve got to get a move on, or we’ll be late.”

“Where are we going?” Hope asked. Henry responded by whispering in her ear, low enough that Emma couldn’t hear. Whatever he said made Hope gasp. “Really? We’re going there?”

“Sure are. But we have to get ready. Don’t worry, Mom, I’ve got Hope. You do what you need to do.”

Emma was spurred into motion, grabbing the gifts marked for her and heading upstairs. In thirty minutes, she and Hope were both ready for whatever awaited them, and though Emma had her suspicions, she was in no way prepared when they arrived at the old McDonald farm. Pulling around back to the barn, there were dozens of people milling around. Everyone in town was here tonight, dressed up and partaking in merriment, but when they left the car and walked inside, Emma was truly stunned.

“It’s beautiful,” she said aloud, taking in the gorgeous decorations. The space was totally transformed, a perfect blend of rustic refinement. The colors were vivid and vibrant, the air was warm and filled with the scent of cinnamon and honey, and the joy here was palpable. There was a buzzing electricity that crackled in the air. This was what all those Christmas movies strove to recreate but could never quite capture, and Emma took it all in knowing that her husband had made this just for her.

Scanning the room for him, Emma was first greeted with the sight of her Mom and Dad and brother. They came forward immediately, hugging her and Hope and Henry and extending their thoughts.

“Oh, honey, you look spectacular!” her mother exclaimed with tears in her eyes, holding her hands and looking at her red dress. It was a truly wonderous design, that hugged every one of Emma’s curves just right while still feeling of the season. It was classic and timeless and more than a little sexy, but it was appropriate for the night, when everyone was dressed to the nines.

“So do you guys,” Emma said honestly, taking in her mom’s sapphire ball gown, and her Dad and brother’s tuxes.

“I’m a princess, Grandpa,” Hope said happily and Emma’s father immediately agreed as the band began to play a slower melody.

“There’s no denying that. Care to dance with me, Princess Hope?” He asked, bowing to her daughter. Hope giggled but took Emma’s hand instinctively, looking at her for permission and clarity.

“What about you, Mama?”

“Don’t worry, sprout,” Henry said nodding across the room and using his favorite nickname for his sister. “Dad’s got her taken care of.”

Emma’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Killian, as if this was a first date and not years into their marriage. She couldn’t help the butterflies swarming within her, and then, like magic the crowd of people parted, and there, across the room was her man. It should have come as no surprise how handsome he would look. Emma was well versed in how roguishly hot her pirate could be, but in a tux it was a whole other story. Maybe it was the rarity of seeing him like this, or maybe Killian was just one of those men who was born to wear a tux, but either way she was struck by him. Everything seemed to stop around her, and all she could sense was the man who completely owned her heart.

A few moments later they were together again. Emma hadn’t even realize she’d been walking towards him, and him to her, but when he took her hand she felt her blood hum in anticipation. She was caught in his eyes, sensing the mixture of love and desire that was so intoxicating, and waiting for him to speak, because words in this moment truly failed her.

“You look stunning, Swan,” he said to her, the gravel of his tone washing over her and sending a shiver down her spine in that delicious kind of way. “The fantasies I’d conjured in my mind’s eye could never do you justice.”

“So you were fantasizing about this, huh?” she asked, her voice thready as she turned, purposefully taunting him with a view of all her best angles. This time he let out a low growl that spiked her desire to tease him. God damn, there were people around! How could she be this hot and bothered? Oh right, she was married to a sinfully attractive and impossibly romantic man. This was par for the course.

“Aye, love, and I promise those musings will prove more than satisfactory when we get home.” His voice dipped low and she swallowed hard, trying to tamp down her own building need. Then something shifted in his eyes, and she knew before he said a word that something immensely thoughtful was about to be shared. “I hope it’s everything that you wanted, love. Those blasted ‘Hallmark towns’ have a lot more built-in Christmas cheer than Storybrooke, but all it took was a hint that this was what you wanted, and everyone came together.”

It dawned on her that the wish he was referring to was one that she’d made a few weekends ago when they were laying in bed watching TV. She usually skipped the Hallmark Christmas extravaganza, but this year she was feeling sentimental. Maybe it was the fact that Hope was finally hitting an age where she was starting to understand the season, or more likely it was the pregnancy hormones from their little one on the way. She was only twelve weeks along, and wasn’t even showing yet, but her self-coined pregnancy induced crazy brain was in full swing, and had been from the start. The only thing getting her through most days was Killian, and then he went and did something like this… it was too much for her, she couldn’t take it.

“I love you,” she confessed, blurting it out like it was some big secret instead of established fact. “Like a lot. A lot a lot.”

“A lot a lot,” Killian parroted with a grin, pulling her with him out to the dance floor before taking her in his arms. She melded into his muscled physique, trying not to swoon as the melody carried them away.

“You know I’m not as good at the whole poetic declarations thing as you are.”

“Few can be, love,” he joked. She raised her brow at him in quiet consternation, and he only laughed before turning her into a low dip on the dance floor and reminding her that he was in total control of himself out here. “But where words might fail you, action is your strong suit. You show me every day how much you love me, Emma. And every day I thank my lucky stars to have that love.”

He made a fair point. Emma was, after all, a woman of action, and so she decided to take some now. Though they were dancing, she stalled their moment to pull him in for a kiss, giving them both a taste of what was to come when the night drew to a close. The sparks between them ignited instantly, and without looking, Emma knew some of her magic was radiating from within. When they pulled apart she was almost dizzy from the delight, but Killian was even more effected. He had that boyish grin of his in full display, and that tiny hint of bashfulness that came when he’d done something really well. Only when she heard the oohing and aahing of the people around them did she realize their magic had created stars along the ceiling of the barn, making it appear that they were all dancing under an inky black sky bursting with constellations.

From a distance, Emma heard her daughter ask if it was ‘magic time’ now, but before she and Killian needed to step in, Regina told her ‘Not tonight, kid,’ and Henry whisked her off for her another dance. This gave Emma and Killian time, time to enjoy the fruits of all he’d done, and to revel in this moment for as long as they could.

“Merry Christmas, Killian. You’ve made it so perfect, I never want it to end.”

“What is it they say in those movies, love? Oh right – every day is Christmas when we’re together.”

And even though it was horribly corny, and she should have rolled her eyes at such a lame joke, Emma found that she couldn’t. She was simply too happy and grateful to feign otherwise. Instead she savored every moment of their Christmas dance, and the night they shared thereafter, knowing this would be one of the best days she’d ever had, and that somehow, some way, her pirate would find other means of making the future just as bright.

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Girl I got a no problem Yeah, it's a bad habit, the way I gotta have it With or without you around All ya gotta do is call me, and tell me that you're lonely You're always stringing me out Yeah, they say the first step to quitting it Is admitting it, so here it is Girl, I think I got a no problem On my hands, 'cause I can't say no to you Once you start you know I can't stop it Even if I wanted to Yeah, I get tongue tied every time I try To do what I oughta do Girl, I got a no problem Yeah, 'cause I can't say no to you Girl, I should know better, yeah, I should know never To let you in just to leave If it's just two letters, then why can't I ever Find a way to piece 'em together Let's say the first step to quitting it Is admitting it, I'm admitting it, here it is Girl, I think I got a no problem On my hands, 'cause I can't say no to you Once you start you know I can't stop it Even if I wanted to Yeah, I get tongue tied every time I try To do what I oughta do Girl, I got a no problem Yeah, 'cause I can't say no to you Those smokey blue eyes staring back at me Yeah, you already know if you're asking me What the answer's always gonna be It's gonna be, yeah Girl, I think I got a no problem On my hands, 'cause I can't say no to you Once you start you know I can't stop it Even if I wanted to Yeah, I get tongue tied every time I try To do what I oughta do Girl, I got a no problem Yeah, 'cause I can't say no to you Those smokey blue eyes staring back at me Can't say no to you Yeah, you already know if you're asking me Girl, I got a no problem That the answer's always gonna be 'Cause I can't say no to you Girl, I got a no problem 'Cause I can't say no to you

Post-Note: So, what did you think? Hopefully you enjoyed this little dose of holiday cuteness and none of this is offensive in any way or to any story line. Most of you know I never watched the last season of the show, so I don’t know what they say happened to Henry and everybody. I only knew Emma and Killian did eventually have a baby girl named Hope. Anyway, I want to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and healthy holiday season. I am grateful for you all, from the ride or die readers who comment on every post, to the people passing by who just wanted a little bit of Christmas cheer. You are such a force for good in my world, whoever you are, and I thank you for your light and kindness in these trying time. I wish you all the best this Christmas and in the New Year, and more than anything I wish you love! Sending my best vibes your way now and always, xE.

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Sherlock “She’s smarter” (x reader)

Summary - Sherlock finds himself in a compromising scenario with effects. He doesn’t know who you are, as you are just thrown to help him. He second-guesses you, but you can only imagine the look on his face when you proved him wrong.

Warnings - none - just some danger

You tapped your foot against the desk of Detective Lestrade’s office. He was sitting on his chair talking with someone on the phone. Quite frankly, you weren’t paying attention. It didn’t really matter to you whatever it was, but by his voice, you can tell something serious was happening.

“(Y/N),” he said, hanging up the phone?

“Yes?” You asked.

“Listen I need your help. Well, not me. My friend, Sherlock does.” He got up from his chair and put his coat on.

You listened attentively. “What kind of help?” You arose from your seated position.

Lestrade sighed and scratched his head. “Intellectual help. Puzzles, codes, hacking. I don’t know the specifics, but he can’t do it himself.”

You nodded. How hard could it be? There hasn’t been any puzzle you couldn’t solve. No riddle or math problem you couldn’t do, but you were here at Scotland Yard. You could be somewhere else...higher, but it was all in time...soon. Lestrade quickly walked to the door and you followed. A message tone sounded from his phone.

“Bloody Hell!” He cried. “(Y/N), we have to start running!” Lestrade sprinted to the steps and skipped down three steps at a time. You slid down the railing, beating him. You felt his eyes burning into your back. It was always fun doing things like that in a dire situation. Lestrade ran in front of you as you followed. You ran out of the front door and neared his car. He unlocked it as you hopped in. He turned the ignition and hit the gas hard.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Lestrade zoomed past houses and buildings. You hadn’t known London at all.

“Up here in a bit. 99 Poppin street.” He turned fast, causing you and him to shift hard to the left. You approached a more secluded part of London. Big houses, spaced lawns, privacy. Money lived here. And where money was came importance.

“That house,” he said. He didn't even have to point. It was a house on top of a hill. It was sparsely covered with trees and bushes. You made out a few black cars at the top. Lestrade hit on the gas again, flying you up the hill to the house. You were admiring the architecture when Lestrade pulled your arm to get you out of the car. You did so and followed him to the front door. You noticed the backyard. It was huge and natural. A small pond. Trees surrounding it. The dark ocean in the way back and a private plane runway. You loved it.

“(Y/N), don’t be scared. Just be yourself. Help Sherlock.”

“If you could even tell me what’s happening?” You asked, but Lestrade opened the doors, revealing men with suits and guns standing in the foyer. They pointed their guns to you and Lestrade. You swallowed hard, whatever this must be must be big.

Before you could say anything, Lestrade said, “She’s with Sherlock.” The nearest man grabbed your arm and led you into a maze of hallways and rooms. You went to a small room with a table, chairs, and safes. Papers and pens were scattered all on the table and so was a computer. You spotted a man with curly dark hair rubbing his temples.

Must be Sherlock

You hadn’t met him before, but from what little you’ve heard, that was him. You looked behind you to see Lestrade being dragged in the room too.

“Looks like someone’s going to die today,” a short stocky man said. His eyes glared with fire as he turned his attention to Sherlock, you, and Lestrade.

Sherlock suddenly groaned. “I don’t know it!” His voice was defeated.

“Sherlock, she’s here to help you,” Lestrade said.

“Help me? With what? Solving this? Who even are you?” Sherlock said arrogantly.

You tried not to roll your eyes. “She has star qualifications. She is an intellectual! Smart, like you! Let her help you for the love of god!”

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Fine!” He threw his hands in the air, pacing around.

You walked over to him and the short stocky man who seemed to be in charge. “What’s going on?”

“Your friend over here won’t tell us the code to the safes. We know he knows them too. He apparently can’t solve this puzzle either,” the man said, holding up a paper.

“I can.” You walked over to the three safes and crouched down, examining the middle one. You briefly looked at the keypad, then to the sides, then the chain all in a matter of seconds. You punched a five number code in. Bing. Open. You looked over at Sherlock, his mouth was half open. You opened the door and saw stacks of money.

“That, my dear is for my men...after we blow up the government.” You shook when you heard this, but you had a plan in thought. Why of course, you wouldn’t let them get away.

The man motioned for you to open the second safe to the left. You again examined it again. It was a five number code again. You ran your hands along the walls of the safe, then punched the code in. Bing. You opened it, revealing explosives and guns and all of the sort, but you weren’t scared.

“My dear, marvelous!” The stocky man gasped. A wide smile plastered on his face. From the looks of you, no one could know you were a trained killer of high intellectual knowledge. They only saw a pretty face. You walked over to the third safe. You didn’t even have to look at the keycode without punching the correct numbers. Bing.

The stocky man leaped with joy and ran to the safes with a few of his other men. “I shouldn’t be thanking you, but you were easy to work with. With no complaints and being obsequious, you will be treated as such.”

You kept a neutral polite look on your face, couldn’t show your cards just yet.

“Oh, yes!” The man said, walking to the table to get the laptop. He opened it and gave it to you, which you took. “You need to get us in here. The government. Do you know how?”

Of course, you did, but you needed to buy yourself time. “Yes, I can, just give me a handful of minutes.” You slowly walked to the couch and sat down, your back away from everyone.

“Um, yes. Sherlock needs to help me,” you said. Sherlock slowly walked over to you and sat down next to you. He didn’t figure out your plan yet. A burly man walked next to you, standing above you two.

“I need some privacy and peace, please,” you said and faced everyone else. “Please, carry on. I need to work in chatter.”

“You heard her! David, get over here!” The stocky man called, as the burly man complied.

You typed on the computer screen a message to Sherlock.

I have a gun. I’m sure you do to. When I say so, we fire.

You handed Sherlock the computer. He immediately knew it all now. He pretended to type something, then handed you the computer. You contacted Scotland Yard and told them to be very on the low. You couldn’t have sirens. You contacted a special private police group and a few of your friends. Within minutes they would come to help.

“I’m almost finished,” you said out loud when all of a sudden, the front door swung open with gunfire.

“They’re on our side, go!” You told Sherlock. You flipped out a gun from your waistline and fired at the men in the room, hitting the stocky man right in the gut. Sherlock whipped out a gun from his suit and did so too. Lestrade tried to dodge away to meet you.

“Follow me!” You cried. You didn’t know where you were going, but you were quick on your feet. Every new turn seemed to be full of fighting. You stepped back in the shadows, thinking.

Suddenly, a man hit Sherlock on the ground at gunpoint. You snuck up and shot the man. Lestrade fought off his other attacker.

“We need to go outside, now!” You sped through the maze of hallways and saw a glass exit door. Flinging it open, you saw a few more men outside. They hadn’t seen you yet, but you managed to shoot one down. Sherlock did so too. The men fired at you, nearly hitting all of you. You ran down the hill in sideways directions.

“Where are we going?” Sherlock screamed.

“The air!” You eyed the small private plane on the runway.

“You can fly?” They both asked.

“What can’t I do?” You replied. You hopped up the small ladder and swung the door open. Suddenly an explosive in the house went off.

“We have to get out of here,” Sherlock said, hopping into the plane. You switched the lights on and locked the door. Lestrade looked out the window.

“We’re fine, but we need to leave now.”

You went into the cockpit and started the engine up. The plane roared in response. You waited a minute to warm up. Sherlock strapped in next to you, and Lestrade sat in between behind you guys. You looked at the house. No one yet. This was good. You started to taxi onto the runway and fully hit the throttle, then glided up into the air. You saw cars and fires in the house with men dead on the ground. You shivered.

“Finally found someone smarter than you,” Lestrade said, laughing.

You smiled. “An amateur could figure that out.”

“Oh really?” Sherlock said.

“I just saved your life and am continuing to.”

“I am thankful. Thank you. But how ever did you know the code?”

You looked straight forward. “That’s something for me to know and you to find out.”

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“Good ole Dacre Montgomery”

Chapter 1: “Good Ole’ Billy Hargrove..”

Large bright lights covered the ceiling while long cords scattered the ground. Today had been Myra’s first day at her internship and she was nervous. The clipboard she had been given fumbled between her sweaty palms as she was led around the building with her adviser, he pointed out the different sets and explained their importance, the tour ended at a large table covered with every junk food and fruit you could think of. The adviser grabbed up an apple taking a large bite before waving Myra over to join him.

“Dive in, there’s something here I am sure you’ll enjoy!”

He gave her a friendly smile taking another bite from his apple, she glanced around before noticing a box of donuts from her favorite place, a place her family had gone to ever since she was little, it became a staple in their weekly trips to visit her grandparents.

She grabbed a pink sprinkle covered donut while a large hand reached forward grabbing for one as well, she glanced up and noticed a tall scruffy figure standing across the table from her. “Hello there,” He gave a wide grin, before laying his donut on his large plate. “I’m David, you must be the new intern!”

Myra nodded nervously, she knew exactly who he was, David Harbour the actor who played Jim Hopper the chief of police in their make believe town of Hawkins,Indiana. David was dressed in a pink and green geometric shirt that looked like something right out of Magnum PI, she was excited to see him out of the usual police uniform.

Myra spent her entire first year of college binging over season 1 with her roommate,Paisley. She liked a large majority of girls obsessed over Steve Harrington, Paisley even got them matching shirts and posters to decorate their room with. When season 2 finally aired Paisley found herself swooning over Steve more, where Myra found herself falling for Billy’s character, the bad boy of her dreams.

When Paisley first found out Myra would be doing her internship on the set of Stranger Things she went insane telling her about all the things she needed to know about the characters in real life and gave her items to get autographed by all of the cast. Myra was nervous to talk to anyone let alone ask them for their signatures.

“I am the new intern, my name is Myra!” She held her clipboard against her chest, trying to calm her unsteady breathing. “It’s great to meet you Ms. Myra. Hopefully you have a great time here and everyone treats you nice! If not you come find me and I will teach em’ a lesson!” he waved as he walked away, mouth filled with his donut. Myra returned the wave goodbye “It was nice meeting you too!”

“David is like the dad around here, always watching out for everyone and taking care of any situation that comes up! How about a tour of the trailers?” He grabbed a nutrition bar shoving it into his pocket before opening two large doors that lead out to a parking lot filled with trailers of all types.

“Since you will be working with the cast members, helping with costumes and just running errands I should probably introduce you to them!”

He led her by a large black trailer covered with windows that said -Classroom B12- on the front door. “This here is the classroom for the younger actors to get a few hours of education in each day and over here is the costume trailer, they kept every outfit for the main characters and even the background characters.” He motioned over to the tall trailer with multiple groups of people going in and out.

“Hair and makeup are located in the back here and I am sure a few cast members are inside so that will be our first stop.” He walked up the small set of stairs attached to the trailer door,knocking before entering inside. Three chairs sat in front of mirrors, wigs and special effects makeup were scattered across the stations.

In the first chair a young boy with curly hair sat having foundation applied, Gaten Matarazzo, the actor who played Dustin Henderson. He was the first to turn and offer his hand out to Myra after Jake, her adviser had introduced her to everyone.

“I’m Gaten, it's nice to meet you! Welcome to the cast!” Myra shook his hand, she glanced down at his shirt that read -Camp Know Where- it had been covered in what seemed like fake sweat, his face and arms showed the same dirty sweaty look to them. “It’s not real,promise!” He chuckled showing off his adorable toothless grin.

A red headed girl receiving the same sweaty treatment turned and waved, “I’m Sadie hopefully we don’t scare you away just yet! I was new here once and everyone was very welcoming we’re just one big family!”

Myra waved back nodding, “Oh no. you guys aren’t scaring me at all everyone here has been so welcoming, and it is greatly appreciated I have been super nervous about all of this!”

The two makeup artists introduced themselves, Mary and Jane. Myra chuckled a little at their names and they joined along “Trust us we’ve heard every joke you can think of!” Jane chimed in, while rubbing dirt across Sadie’s arms and face. “Do you mind closing that door behind you? The paparatize have been swarming around here like crazy!”

Myra turned and swung the door closed like she was asked to do when a sudden scream was heard on the other side “Damn!” She heard a male scream noticing his fingers slammed in the door. “Oh my I am so sorry!” She quickly opened the door, her eyes locked on his hands. “I had no idea you were coming up the stairs I am sorry!” She fumbled on her words as the makeup artist ran over in front of her with an ice pack. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone has fallen victim to these terrible doors.”

“I’m fine, Mary don’t worry!” An australian accent came from the man who now stood on the other side of the makeup artist. Myra stepped back getting a glance at him recognizing the familiar pornstache that laid across his lip, Myra James just slammed Dacre Montgomery’s fingers in the door, making an absolute fool of herself. Her clipboard was instantly raised over her red blushing face.

Dacre,holding the ice pack to his fingers, stepped around Mary taking a seat in the empty chair. “Dacre this is Myra, the new intern!” He looked up from his hand with a breathtaking smile, “Well Myra don’t you have a way with introductions!” She shook her head, her face going even brighter red now, “Again I am so very sorry!” She rambled on more,trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“There’s no need to apologize, you’re welcome to smash my fingers anytime you’d like!” He smirked a little before being turned in his chair by Jane as she greased back his hair and placed a wig cap on him. “You ready mullet man?” She chuckled, grabbing a wig off of the styrofoam head and placing it over Dacre’s head. “Aw there he is everyone, good ole’ Billy Hargrove! Are you ready for the spray tan now?”

Jake handed Myra a large envelope of paper and a friendly smile as he ended his phone call, “well this is where we part way Miss. I will be just a phone call away if you need anything,” He quickly wrote down his number sticking the paper on top of the others, if these guys need anything you’ll be here to help! Good luck and try not to break any more fingers,’ight?” He nodded before his phone began ringing again and he quickly exited the trailer.

“Here, set your stuff here and you can help throw some spray tan on this pale boy!” Jane took the stack of papers from Myra laying them on the empty spot of her desk and handing her a bottle of tanning lotion. “Now don’t actually throw anything at me!” Dacre joked as he removed his shirt moving over to a plastic tarp Mary had laid down. Jane squeezed a small amount onto her hand before placing it on his chest, “He is fully capable of applying this himself but he enjoys making us do all the work!” She rolled her eyes as she applied more to him.

Myra’s entire body froze looking at his fit sculpted body standing in front of her and if it couldn’t have gotten worse he removed his jeans leaving himself in his boxers in front of the group. “I-uh how about I start on your legs? Yeah?” Dacre nodded, holding his legs out for her as she placed the lotion into her hands before running in down his calves. The two girls shared stories back and forth about the season two wig Dacre had to wear and how it was nowhere as nice as this one was, Dacre rolled his eyes at them, “you two are ridiculous it wasn’t that bad! Right Myra?” He glanced down at her pouring more lotion into her hand.

“Oh well I am a big fan of these curls, they’re cute!” She remembered the conversations Paisley and her had had about the wig from season 2 and how fake it looked but this one was a whole lot better and she couldn’t wait to tell Paisley all about it, each night they talked for two hours over Facetime talking all about how her day was going and all the things she had gotten to see and do.

Of course she did sign a waiver saying she wouldn’t share any topic secret things or spoilers with the public but she everything she was able to share. She was sure to tell Paisley all of it.

“Cute? It’s a manly mullet, it's not supposed to be cute!” He flipped the wig hair off of his shoulder trying to hold back a laugh, “So have they told you much about this season? Other than the obvious?” Myra finished with his leg and stood wiping her hands on a towel as Mary finished off his back and other leg.

“Well they told me about the mall and the new characters Robin and Alexi, I was also told that we’d get to see a lifeguard Billy!” She pointed over to an outfit hanging in the corner, a white tank top and red shorts with a whistle attached.

“It’s going to be an exciting season trust me!” He was leaning back in the chair as the wig was glued down to his head and a blonde highlighting dye was brushed through his mustache. Mary dipped a small brush into a pallet placing freckles around the bridge of his nose and cheek bones. She then sprayed his face down and handed him the clothes on the hanger “Go get dressed! They’ll be calling for you soon!” Myra smiled at the cute dimples and freshly tanned look, this was a new look for Billy and she loved it.

Mary finished the last few touches of Dacre’s tan and quickly sprayed a layer of hairspray over his wig helping the small curls stay in place. Static and a broken voice came through the walkie talkie on the counter followed by a man saying “Dacre on set,Dacre needed on set!”

Jane handed Dacre his robe to cover up as he stood from the chair and checked his reflection in the mirror, “Not too bad for your first time,this was your first time right? Applying tanning lotion to a man?” He tied off his robe around his waist and glanced up at Myra with a curious smile.

“Yes you were definitely my first, I have never in my life applied lotion to a man let alone sun tan lotion!” She smiled through the nervous twisting in her stomach,she ran her hand up her arm placing small pinches on it.

She wasn’t dreaming this was all real, Dacre was actually talking to her and not just talking he was what seemed like flirting with her. She couldn’t wait to get back to her trailer and tell Paisley all about this, she was going to die.

“Myra how about you follow with us?,” Jane placed a hand on her shoulder waking her from her trance, “We usually stay with him in case he needs a touch up of tanning lotion, you wanna tag along?” Myra nodded “Yes that sounds great! I’ll help carry this then.” She grabbed a small caddy from the desk including tanning lotion,freckle makeup and hair spray inside.

“Great well let’s get going before they start bugging us.” Jane swung open the trailer door, the bright morning sun rose peering in at them, Dacre took a large pair of glasses from his pocket placing them over his eyes,before moving his robe hood over his hair.

“The paparazzi are desperate for photos so we have to hide as much as we can.” Myra followed behind them, glancing over at the crowd of men and woman cameras held high trying to get any photo they could for their employers.

“Does it become exhausting? The paparazzi and sneaking around?” Myra held the caddy in her right hand standing to the side of Dacre helping to shield him from the groups. “At times yes, but it’s a small price to pay for something I love doing and I am blessed to be here.” Down to earth and good looking this guy was too good to be true, like something two teenage girls made in a science lab.

“How about you huh? Finding out you were going to be working on a popular tv show was it exciting? Overwhelming?” They were led into a small community pool that had a large group of people in 80s themed swimwear waiting around. All heads turned when Dacre walked up like a scene from a movie, cue the seductive music.

“Both,” She chuckled, “It was overwhelming and exciting. I had no idea it was going to be a show this popular when they offered me the internship, but after I found out and word quickly spread people I had never met before were trying to be friends with me and ask information about the show, let’s just say you and Steve are some popular guys.”

He laughed thinking about all the friends requests and followers he received after season 2 aired. “I’m happy you’re here! It’s going to be a fun time-” His sentence was cut short by the director directing him to head into the locker room for the first scene.

Myra stepped back with Jane to stand behind the crowd of people, “ This is going to be so exciting, the first scene is always so fun, we just get to sit back and relax,keeping an eye on Dacre and that insane wig.” Jane sat down in a directors chair that had -H&M team- labeled on the back, Myra took a seat next to her, setting the caddy on her lap.

Four women came from the trailer area decked out head to toe in their 80s gear, she recognized the blonde in a teal and pink split bathing suit, Cara Buono, the actress who played Karen Wheeler, Mike and Nancy Wheeler’s mother.

Myra thought back to the night Paisley and her had watched the scene where Billy’s character met her for the first time, it left them all hot and bothered. Now her mind ran curious, was Billy going to have a scene with Karen? Myra crossed her legs leaning back in the tall black chair as the large crowd of people got into the pool water and filed themselves in at different scenes around the pool.

There was a group of teens chatting, some stood around the snack stand and a small built black haired girl sat perched upon the lifeguard chair, this must be Heather Holloway, Myra had heard Jake mentioning her before in the lineup of new characters joining the show.

“Quit on set!!” The director yelled over the crowd of roaring people, everyone turned in attention waiting for further directions. “We’re going to start off with the Billy entrance scene and work our way from there!” The camera was then placed to face the diving board where a young boy stood waiting for his cue, he wore a green tank top and small swim trunks, he reminded her of her brother, he always wore a shirt when swimming and was a chunkier boy when they were younger.

“Action!” The director yelled as the boy ran forward splashing into the water. Crowds of people began conversing while others splashed around in the pool, the speakers from the pool played ‘Rock this Town’ by The Stray Cats, the camera was then panned across the crowd, a group of kids playing marco polo and multiple beach balls bounced around between people. The camera stopped on the four women from earlier, including Karen.

They were reading and checking their complexions in their hand mirrors, the music then slowed down to a mute as the large haired,cheetah print lady tilted her glasses down in the direction of the lifeguard chair. “Ladies, she’s coming down.” She kept her stare towards Heather as the other women looked in that same direction.

Heather made the last few steps off the ladder and made her way towards the locker rooms, the ladies quickly gathered themselves, adjusting their bathing suits and pushing up their large hair. The black haired one, with a large purple pearl necklace, on the far right arched her leg up and faced the men’s locker room, the same room Dacre had just entered earlier, “It’s showtime!” Cheetah print spoke in a seductive voice as she closed her compact mirror, ‘Moving in Stereo” by The Cars began playing through the speakers.

“Action Dacre!” Yelled the director from behind the camera,the locker door swung open and there he stood tanned and muscular, his shorts just below his trimmed waist line, he began strutting out, catching everyone’s eye on the way by. An ear-splitting noise came from the whistle he had placed between his plumped lips, he turned his body to the direction of the same young boy from earlier who was now running around.

“Hey lardass, no running on my watch,” He spoke as the whistle fell from his lips, the entire pool stood motionless. “I gotta warn you again and you’re banned for life, you wanna be banned for life lardass?” The young boy quickly shook his head no, “didn’t think so!” He placed the whistle between his lips again letting out another deafening noise.

The crowd left their frozen state and began yelling and playing as they were. Dacre made his way towards the lifeguard chair passing by the group of women who had been patiently waiting for him. “Afternoon ladies.” He spoke with a welcoming nod. “Afternoon Billy!” They spoke in perfect harmony.

“Dig the new suit Mrs. Wheeler.” He stared at the perfectly fit mom, whom he had had an amazing scene with in season 2. Myra couldn’t wait to tell Paisley all about this, hopefully she would be allowed to. Dacre made his way up to the lifeguard chair before the director yells “Cut!” Groups of people went in their different directions, receiving notes from their superiors.

“So what did you think?” A hand was placed on the back of Myra’s chair,she glanced up to see Dacre’s smiling face looking down at her. “Lardass? Really?” She turned in the chair to face him,his gold Saint Christopher necklace dangled in her face. “It’s what they wrote in the script.” He shrugged giving a flirting smile, he was way too good at that maybe it was just his normal smile and Myra was just taking it too far.

A few guys walked up talking with Dacre while Jane pulled Myra away to introduce her to more people, Matt and Ross Duffer, the directors of the show, were absolute sweethearts. The Duffer Brothers were very personal with everybody making sure to get to know everyone. “How about some lunch before the next scene?” Jane turned to Myra,while taking the caddy from her hands. “Lunch sounds great! Let me grab my phone.” Myra made her way back to her chair where her phone laid, she quickly picked it up and followed behind Jane.

A notification popped up on her phone -6 text messages-, Paisley was always keeping Myra up to date on what was going on back at school, it helped her feel included but nothing really changed. Paisley’s arch enemy was still dating Paisley’s crush and Myra’s ex was still asking about her, but Myra still appreciated all the updates.

The lunch room was filled with loads of cast and crew members, it felt like high school again different clicks were all sitting together in their different sections. Myra made her way over to the buffet table where she grabbed a tray and made her way down the line gathering a sandwich and a container of fruit. She turned to face the large group questioning where to sit, when a familiar figure walked up beside her.

“New here?” Joe Keery, the actor who plays Steve Harrington was now standing beside her. “I am! I’m Myra James. I am a new intern!” His hair was just as fabulous in person as it looked on tv. “Well Hiya Myra I am Joe it’s a pleasure to meet you. Found yourself a place to sit yet?” He looked around the crowded room before his eyes stopped at what seemed to be his usual seat,the people already sitting there had even saved a seat for him.

“Come with me James we will get you a place to sit down!” He nudged her arm and walked in the direction of that table, Sadie, Gaten, and three other familiar boys sat around. “Myra this is Sadie, Gaten, Caleb, Noah and Fin.” Myra gave them all a friendly wave. “I actually had the opportunity to meet Sadie and Gaten early today.”

She placed her tray down before taking a seat, Joe followed. “Well what about me huh?” Dacre sat his tray down next to Myra,he had now covered his bare chest with a Hawkins lifeguard tank top. He took a seat next to her,his sweet smelling cologne hitting her hard in the face. She didn’t notice it before maybe he had just recently applied it, either way it was nice.

“What about you?” Myra smirked,placing her fork to her mouth taking a small bite from the fruit cup. “What did you think of meeting me?” He leaned his arm against the table keeping his glare locked with hers. She reached out for his swollen fingers, “Well you were a sweetheart even after I almost broke your fingers so I’d say you were pretty great!” He left his hand in hers and enjoyed her warm touch.

Myra hadn’t even noticed,she had relaxed her hand onto his leg. “So this is the girl who almost removed your fingers and then rubbed you down with tanning oil?” Steve chimed in with a mouth full of food, breaking the tension between them. Myra quickly released his hand and grabbed her water and took a small drink. “It was all an accident I swear!” Dacre and Joe began bickering back and forth when Myra’s phone buzzed on the table.

Paisley: “ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? You met Billy and put lotion on his legs? -heart eye emoji-

Myra: “Yes and let's just say that man has incredible legs.” -8 heart eye emojis-

Paisley: “You better call me tonight with all the details. Also if you guys hook up def let me know!”

Myra: “Of course and that won’t be happening you perv!”

Myra laughed at the gif Paisley included of Billy leaning against the doorway of Karen Wheeler’s home from season 2. Joe and Dacre stopped and glanced down at her phone, “What’s so funny there?” Joe raised his brow looking closer. Myra realized and locked the phone blocking it from either of their views. “Just something a friend sent,nothing important-” Her sentence was cut short when the loud man’s voice from earlier echoed through the room. “Everyone return to set,everyone return to set!”

“I am still interested in knowing what was so funny.” Dacre took both his and Myra’s trays to the return bin and walked beside her back to the pool area. “Are you going to stay for this next scene or do you have somewhere else you have to be?”

Myra glanced at the small sheet of paper that was stuffed into her back pocket, “Nope I am all yours for the rest of the day, tomorrow they have me somewhere else!” “Oh yeah? All mine?” he smirked through his laugh. “Lucky me!”

“Not at all what I meant,” She rolled her eyes, but in all honesty she wouldn’t mind being all his. “Don’t make me break your other fingers!” Dacre was quickly ripped away to join Cara “Karen” and directors huddling around the pool.

Myra found her way over to the chair she had been sitting in previously and again she was joined by both Jane and Mary. “How was lunch?” Jane turned to face Myra,crossing her legs,”Did you find anything yummy?” Myra nodded, placing her phone into her back pocket. “I did, I found a sandwich and some fruit!” From the corner of her eye she noticed Dacre glancing in her direction, she gave a friendly wave.

“You gotta be careful with that dessert table you’ll gain weight quicker than you can say “Hot fudge sundae”, “Looks like somebody’s striked up Dacre’s interest, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you sat down!”

Myra’s cheeks instantly heated up, she had noticed but she didn’t think anyone else had. “Oh uh yeah, he’s sweet, we actually had lunch together and I finally got to meet Joe, Caleb,Noah and Fin.”

“That’s awesome, they’re great kids! Extremely talented too!” Myra became distracted as Dacre removed his tank top walking in their direction. “You mind holding this? They’d kill me if I lost another one of these shirts!” He held the shirt in Myra’s direction and she quickly took it displaying a huge smile.

“Yeah of course, it’s safe right here with me!”

“Places everyone!” The director yelled from the crowd of people standing behind the camera. The pool crowd returned to their spots and Karen got into the water beginning to do laps in the lane closest to the lifeguard chair.

“Quiet on set!” a young man yelled, holding a clapperboard in front of the camera lense. Dacre returned to his seat at the lifeguard chair and placed his glasses back over his eyes. “Action!” He yelled and the scene began with people walking across the pool, kids laughing and playing around. The camera followed Karen doing the backstroke down the lane, before moving to face Billy who seductively removes his glasses giving the camera a lustful stare.

Hot Blooded by Foreigner began playing as they did another close up on Karen moving through the water. The camera was then panned back and forth between Karen and Billy as he placed his whistle against his lips, his tongue gently caressing it, was it weird for her to be jealous of a whistle? Where were the good looking lifeguards when she was spending every summer at the pool with her brother and the two neighbor kids she used to babysit.

Karen climbed the pool ladder, running her hands through her drenched hair, behind the camera Dacre was making his way over to her,before the camera had turned to face him, he smiled towards Myra shooting her a quick smile. She could have easily melted into a puddle at that moment, the chair may have been the only thing keeping her up.

“Looking good out there Mrs.Wheeler!” Billy spoke as he approached Karen holding out a towel for her. “Why thank you!” She reached out taking the towel from his grip.

“Perfect form,” He replied with alternative motives. “Well your form is amazing!” Her eyes streamed up his perfectly tan body, that Myra had helped create just a few hours prior. Billy gave her a devious smile,showing off his perfectly white teeth. “I’m sorry, I have seen you teaching lessons,swimming lessons.”

This would be another moment she could imagine Paisley and her wrapped up on her bed watching the tv swooning over, this would be a scene that would get them all hot and bothered, something they would be talking about for the next couple weeks. But unlike that moment Myra was actually living this moment and it was so much better than watching it through a screen.

“I could teach you if you’d like.” He slowly licked his bottom lip before letting the words leave his mouth,Myra felt as if she was literally about to drool all over herself, everything was just breathtaking, the small slit in his eyebrow, the small patch of hair below his bottom lip,the way his perfectly crafted curls twirled around the shape of his face. Jane had caught her off guard by nudging her elbow into her side, she glanced in her direction and Jane raised her eyebrow at Myra, “Good scene right?” Myra tried to play it cool by giving a small chuckle. ‘Perfect scene’ she had thought to herself.

When her attention was back to Billy and Karen she watched him slowly place a piece of gum into his mouth,Karen’s face went blank before her towel fell from her grip hitting the floor, both her and Billy immediately reached down for it, showing off his the swim trunks that were just the perfect amount of snug on him. “I didn’t think you taught adults.” Karen's blushed face questioned him.

“Well I offer uh more advanced lessons to select clientele.” The entire time he spoke he was chomping away at his gum, Myra had always found this to be annoying but somehow when he did it, it put her into a trance the world around her went silent and her main focus was him.

“Come to think of it there is a good pool out at motel 6 on Cornwallis, it’s very quiet, you know, very private. Shall we say tonight? 8 o’clock?” Billy’s face could not get any closer to Karen, his eyes were locked with hers and their body’s pressed so close.

“I’m sorry I can’t!” Karen shook her head,leaving Billy’s face shocked with disbelief. Myra had the same expression plastered on her face as well, how could anyone tell him no. “Can’t what? Have fun?” Billy was really trying hard, props to whomever had written this script, so far Myra was hooked and she hadn’t seen anyone elses scene or any of the other stories going on.

“Mrs.Wheeler,” He shot a large smile flashing his dimples in the direction of Myra and Jane, maybe he was just told to look in that direction, maybe there was someone behind the two of them that he happened to be glancing at. Didn’t matter though Myra had herself convinced he was smiling right at her.

“I just don’t think I need any lessons..” Karen shot her eyes away from Billy’s deepened glare. Billy puffed out his chest and towered himself over Karen. “Oh you see I think you do. I just don’t think you’ve had the right teacher.” Karen mumbled something before Billy replied “It will be the workout of your life.” She nodded before the director yells “Cut!” stopping the entire scene.

This was something Paisley and Myra had been talking about all last season, they were dying to know if Karen and Billy were going to do it and this might finally answer their questions. Dacre grabbed a towel and wiped his lower stomach before walking in their direction, Myra fictitiously picked up her jaw and whipped her mouth adjusting herself in the seat.

“So?” He gave Myra a sweet smile as he took a seat next to her in Jane’s empty chair. “So what?” She returned the same smile,crossing her legs and turning his way. “So what did you think?” He reached out for his tank top he had handed to Myra previously.

“Hmm well I do have one question, do Billy and Karen finally have sex?” She tried to hold a serious face unsuccessfully. “Being a fan of you two I am hoping it finally happens!” She felt herself getting a little too egger and took a few short breaths to slow herself down. Dacre’s eyes widened,taking in a deep inhale before releasing a large laugh. “That’s all you’ve got to say about that? Do Billy and Karen have sex? Also did you say you were a fan?” He gave a cocky smirk,subtly flexing his arms towards her.

Myra rolled her eyes, his cockiness was such a turn on and that sweet accent of his made it even better. It was definitely a change to hear him go from Billy to Dacre with his voice, a change she could get used to. “Yes I am a fan, why else would I want to be working here! My friend Paisley and I used to watch this show religiously when it first came out. It was the reason we became such good friends.” He nodded becoming more interested in her words.

“Well then I can’t tell you if they have sex I have to keep it a surprise so you will keep coming around!” She shook her head in defeat, “I planned on coming around either way! I mean I am really liking Billy this season so far.” Myra tried her hardest to flirt but her nerves still stood on edge. “It only gets better trust me!” Dacre pulled his tank top over his head,she noticed his fingers were still swollen and bruised over the make up Mary had applied to him.

“Again I am so sorry about those! I am sure it’s not good for your character..” She hesitated not wanting to be the blame. “Nah don’t be sorry it makes him look tough!” He reached out for her leg giving a comforting pat. His expression quickly changed as he glared behind Myra, she turned to notice Jake approaching them.

“Hey there My,” Jake gave an over the top smile, something that he looked accustomed to. Myra had always hated being called My, the girls who bullied her her entire high school years called her My and hearing it again made her sick. “How was your day? Did you enjoy yourself?” Dacre leaned back in the chair, everything about him changed in seconds, his posture was different, he looked angry.

“I did enjoy myself, this was an incredible opportunity, I am still so grateful for all of this!” Jake quickly nodded off her reply and offered to escort her back to her small trailer for the evening. “That would be great,” She noticed how quickly it was getting dark,this day had gone by so fast. “It was great meeting you Dacre! Thank you for the entertainment!” She gave him a heartfelt smile and stood from her chair standing beside Jake.

Myra hadn’t been to her trailer yet, she was told it would be in the lot with the other actors and actresses but when she arrived this morning she went right to work and had no time to unpack or see her home for the next couple months. “Have a goodnight Myra. It was great meeting you as well, I hope to see you around!” The sides of Dacre’s mouth pulled up into a small smile.

Jake wrapped his arm around Myra’s back, “Off to the trailer’s we go! There is around the clock security and if you ever need anything my trailer is actually just two down from yours.” Myra approached a large trailer, something that could sleep an entire family. “This is not at all what I thought it would be like!” She had never slept in a camper before, anytime her family went camping her dad required them to rough it and sleep in tents.

“I hope it works for you! There is food in the fridge and small hotel soap and shower supplies in the bathroom, if you happen to need anything or run out there is a small store down the road they’re open 24/7 and the security can help you get there!” Jake dug around in his pocket before opening the large door, the inside was beautiful. A large leather sectional took up the far left side, opposite from that a large tv and entertainment center stood with a fireplace below that,next a large kitchen area complete with a microwave,stove,sink and even a full size fridge.

Jake led Myra down the dark hard wood floors into the large room at the end and a large king size bed took up the majority of it,he then led Myra to the opposite end where a full size bathroom with a huge shower was included, there was even a vanity above the sink. This trailer put Myra’s apartment to shame, she would never want to leave this place.

Jake walked back to the kitchen area, laying a folder down on the small dining table, “This is your schedule for tomorrow. If you need anything at all again please stop by! I will leave you to it, you have an early day tomorrow!” He leaned in for what seemed like a hug but it caught Myra off guard, “Oh sorry,” She quickly reached her hand out to him to offer him a handshake. “Have a goodnight Jake!” She closed and locked the trailer door behind him.

She turned around and took in the incredible area again, “Wow..” She spoke to herself. She realized she would need to go to her car and get her belongings, she glanced out the window to the parking lot containing everyone’s vehicles, she had her phone flashlight and it wasn’t too far away she was sure she could make it on her own.

Myra slid back on her shoes she had removed at the door. She grabbed the keys Jake had left by the door and turned on her light making her way outside. The Georgia air got very cold very quickly at night time,she held her light in front keeping it pointed at the ground not wanting to bother anyone in their trailers. She reached the parking lot gate and held her light to the keypad,quickly punching in the 4 digit code.

The gate made a loud beep before sliding open enough for her to slip inside. She drove a 2006 black Jeep Wrangler and it looked pitiful in this parking lot filled with high end expensive cars. The entire back seat was stuffed full with Myra’s belongings, she threw on her backpack and grabbed two large containers before kicking her door shut and locking it up.

A black Sedan drove by and two men excited the vehicle making their way over to the keypad, the tall man in front entered a couple unsuccessful numbers and the shorter man behind him tried as well, still being unsuccessful. Myra hadn’t noticed at first but the second man had a camera wrapped around his neck, maybe these guys were with the paparazzi maybe they thought someone famous was over here and they were trying to break in, she sat down her boxes quickly dialing Jake’s number.

A large boom of people talking in the background muted Jake's voice. “Jake? It’s Myra. I think something is going on. I am in the parking lot and two guys are trying to break in..” She spoke softly not wanting the two gentlemen to hear her. They continuously shook at the gate trying to force it open. “Myra? What did you say? Two guys?” Myra sighed speaking a little louder. “There are two guys trying to break into the parking lot! They’re banging on the gate! I am stuck in here!” Jake’s tone quickly changed,”Shit!” He spoke the words harshly leaving his mouth. “I am on my way right now!” Myra hung up the phone, staying put on the ground next to her car, she had the perfect view of the gate keeping an eye on them.

A few minutes went by when George, the security guard that she met when she arrived approached the gate with two other men. The paparazzi quickly scattered in two different directions and George opened the gate,making his way around through the cars, the two others followed closely behind him.

“Myra!” He spoke, shining his large light around on the ground. “Over here!” she quickly popped up,both of her boxes in her hands. “First day here and you’re already causing trouble?” He chuckled, taking the two containers from her. George was a tall african american man who had a comforting vibe to him,but from what Jake had told her he was trained in 6 different types of martial arts and served 26 years in the Army.

“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, they-they were just trying to break in,they probably assumed I was someone more important!” Myra shoved her keys back into her pocket and grabbed her purse from the ground as well. “You are important, you know a lot of information about the show and those guys are desperate!” Jake stepped from behind George offering to take some things from Myra, she shook her head “I’ve got it don’t worry! I guess I didn’t think of that!”

The other guy behind George stepped forward removing the hood off of his head. It was Dacre he gave Myra a soft comforting smile, “I am glad you are ok! You want me to help you back to your trailer?” George’s walkie talkie on his shoulder began calling a few codes,” I should probably check this out, you two can help her back to the trailers and if you need anything else at all, here is my card!” Myra reached out taking the business card from his fingers. “Thank you again George, I will!”

As the three of them walked across the road back to their trailer Myra finally realized they had both arrived there together. “Did Jake call you?” She glanced over at Dacre,his hoodie covering his head again. “No we were at the cast party together and we happened to be talking when you called. I can give you my number if you want, you know if you ever wanna talk..” He spoke with hesitancy, something Myra hadn’t experienced him due yet, was he actually nervous?

“Cast party?” She moved closer to him, a little curious. Jake had a dumbfounded look come across his face, “Oh uh yeah after the first day of filming they usually throw a party for the cast, I assumed since you had an early morning you wouldn’t want to come.” Dacre made a disappointed sigh, “If I would have known I would have invited you..I’m sorry!” As they approached her trailer Myra pulled out her keys and quickly opened the door.

“No, no it’s alright Jake is right I do have an early morning and I need to unpack and rest.” She took the containers from Jake’s arms and walked them inside. “You guys have a great night, thank you again for the help. I will see you in the morning!” She closed the door behind her before noticing Dacre's small wave goodbye.

Myra began digging through the containers, pulling out her clothes and shoes she would need for tomorrow. She hung up all of her outfits before walking over to the large fridge hoping to find something sweet inside. A plate of brownies sat on the top shelf with a note that said “Welcome to the Crew”. She unwrapped two,grabbed up her shower supplies and carried them inside the bathroom, where she began undressing. She finished off the two small brownies and twirled her hair up into a ponytail.

The shower temperature was very confusing. It was either really hot or really cold so it took Myra a while to adjust it perfectly, she got inside and let the warm water pour down her back. Her door water was never warm Paisley always took boiling hot showers that surprisingly didn’t leave blisters all over her body and unfortunately Myra’s classes weren’t over until after Paisley’s so when it was her time to shower she was left with icicles hanging all over her body.

A loud vibration came from the counter alerting Myra that Paisley had been calling, she quickly got out wrapping a towel around her body, “Hello Pais!” She spoke with excitement,she could not wait to tell her everything! “Myra James! Tell me everything!” She held the corner of her towel tightly in her grip,walking over to her new large neatly made bed. ”Well I was up at 5 am this morning and spent 2 hours getting a tour of the set and signing a bunch of paperwork.”

Paisley sighed into the phone “Myra Josaphine James you know exactly what I am talking about, tell me about Dacre! Was he nice? Did you two hook up?” Myra laughed,grabbing her sweatshirt and pulling it over her head before she ran her brush through her damp hair. “Yes he was very nice, I got to actually sit through a couple scenes he did..with Karen!” Paisley gasped in shock. “With Karen!? That means Baren is happening!” Baren was the couple name Paisley had made up for Karen and Billy and she was determined to believe it would happen.

“Well it might be happening, Billy is a lifeguard this season, him and Karen had an amazing scene today at the pool and things got hot! Billy is going to be teaching her lesson at a private motel pool!” Myra pulled back the cover,laying out on her cool satin sheets. “How are you containing yourself? I would be jumping that boy’s bones, especially after seeing a Billy and Karen scene. I mean you did say he was being nice to you, maybe he’s wanting a big ol’ slice of Myra pie!” Paisley laughed hysterically into the phone,she was a perv but it was one of Myra’s favorite things about her.

“He was just being nice that is it! I am new here and he was just making me feel welcomed!” Myra turned on the small light on the overhead compartment and lowered the main rooms light. “Ok new couple then Myra and Dacre, Macre!” She squealed with excitement. “You need to get your flirting on, maybe something special might happen!” Myra could hear the seduction in her voice. “Yeah.. probably not.”

Myra laughed in return. Talking to Paisley helped with her homesickness, it made everything seem normal again like they were sitting in their dorm together sharing stories, not 5 hours away from each other in completely different states. Myra finished her phone call with Paisley before she hung up and drifted off to sleep.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Classical love story; John Deacon x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so in honor of our beloved goofball Joseph Francis Mazzello III’s birthday I have made a John deacon story that was requested to me on my wattpad. Now you can either read this as the real Disco deacy but in honor of Joey’s bday why don’t we all read it as a Joe mazzello!John deacon story. Sound good everyone? Great.

Now not really much warning except swearing, INSANE AMOUNTS OF FLUFF, a pinch of angst and above all JOHN DEACON CAUSE COME ON HE'S ADORABLE :) Also.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JOE MAZZELLO THE ACTOR WHO BROUGHT DEACY TO LIFE ON SCREEN. I bet he was proud of your performance my dino boy :)

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*1971*

I close my eyes and I just let the music take me away. That’s how I’ve always done it. As I gracefully played one of my favorite compositions by Beethoven “Bagatelle No. 25” in A Minor. For as long as I can remember I’ve always just loved classical music, I guess you could say my first introduction to it was when my aunt took me out to see “The Nutcracker” ballet when they were performing at the London theatre.

And when I first heard that opening number and saw just how much music can tell a story without having any dialogue, I dove into all the classical artists. Got my first piano lessons at the age of seven and got my first scholarship at the Royal Academy of Music.

The headmistress said that with my skills, I had reminded her of another bright young student that she taught long before me, who unfortunately quit the program and the school to pursue a dream of rock and roll. I graduated with the highest grade in my class and even got Valedictorian after graduating the school.

Now after having graduated back in the Winter three months ago, I’ve been searching for jobs until I could hear back from the most elite orchestra in all of England, The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.

By the end of the song, I opened my eyes and that’s when I heard the phone ring. I walked over and picked it up and said.

“Hello?”

‘Hope I was disturbing your concentration my darling.’ I smiled and said.

“Freddie, long time no speak.”

‘I know right, we have so much to catch up on. In fact why not we do it tonight?’

“Tonight?”

‘Yes, come down to the pub right by London University.’

“Freddie you know I—don’t do so well in pubs. With the crowds and all.”

‘For someone who wants to be a concert pianist and doesn’t like crowds…..’

“Not like that Fred I mean—the drunkards that associate with pubs. The inappropriate ones.”

‘Well no worries darling, I’ll make sure Mary stands with you the whole time. C’mon please, for all the times I’ve told you about my new band, you have yet to come watch us perform. And I thought you were my Ohana?’

I smiled softly and said.

“I hate it when you use that word against me.”

‘That’s cause I know it works. And wear something cute, but not too slutty. I’ve got a special friend that I know you’ll like. He’s our recent bassist.’

“Wait I thought you already had one?”

‘Had to let him go, he was too much of an arsehole to keep around. But I’ve got a good feeling about the one we just found last week.’

“What time do I have to be ready by?”

‘I’ll have Mary pick you up at around 6. Our performance starts at 8pm.’ I looked at my clock at saw that it was almost 4pm.

“If that works for her.”

‘It totally does darling, ohh I can’t wait to see you. We need to hang out more. You’re always so busy lately.’

“Well what about you Mr. Lead singer. When can I expect that first album you promised me?”

‘Once we are sure the four misfits that we are can connect with the audience fully and eternally throughout the entire show.’

“See you later Freddie.”

‘See you soon darling, mwah.’

“Ciao Freddie.” I hung up the phone. God that Freddie Bulsara.

Ever since Freddie and his family moved across from me and my family, the two of us have stuck together like glue. We both had a love for the piano and he’s even kinda helped me come out of my shell a bit.

He’s always there with his arms open for a warm hug, a kiss on the cheek and a shoulder to cry on should the occasion arise. When life got stressful for me, I knew I could count on Freddie no matter what, day or night.

I got showered and dressed as cute as I could according to Freddie. I went with a basic skirt and blouse along with some boots. As I was putting on the last touches of my makeup the doorbell rang and I said.

“It’s open!” It opened and soon Mary’s voice called out.

“(Y/n)?”

“In the bathroom Mary I’m just putting the last few touches of my makeup on, fill free to take a seat I’ll be out in just a second.” After applying my lip gloss, I looked myself over before turning off the lights and went over to Mary who was sitting in my living room.

“Wow look at you.”

“Freddie helped picked it out when we went to Biba shortly after meeting you. He said this outfit was made for me.”

“Well he definitely has a sense of style. That’s one of the many things I love about him.”

“Yeah, well we best get going before we’re late. And trust me Freddie will never let us live it down if we’re late for a performance.” She nodded and we both left my flat. I locked it up and we piled into Mary’s car and soon we drove off towards the pub.

After just being here for an hour, I was already starting to feel a little overwhelmed with how many people had come. Not to say I didn’t deny Freddie and his band weren’t good, but this pub looked practically packed, it was like the maximum capacity had already been filled.

“You doing alright?” Mary asked me.

“I don’t think this pub could be anymore packed than it is.”

“If you want, I can have us go backstage and we can watch the show from there. I’m sure Freddie and the boys won’t mind.”

“No I—I’ll try and toughen it out.” She rubbed my back and soon Freddie along with three other boys came up onto the stage. One that went behind the drums had long blonde hair and he was pretty handsome and easy on the eyes but he wasn’t really my type.

The one with curly hair holding a red guitar seemed like a nice guy, I especially intrigued at the SAVE THE BADGERS wristband that he wore. But the person that caught my eye as well as make my heart go BOOM was the other guitar player.

He had long brown hair that went down past his shoulders. He looked to be about my age or maybe a bit younger I don’t know. But oh was he sure handsome, and—cute at the same time. Is that even possible to be both adorable yet incredibly hot?

“Hello all you beautiful people. Seems I’ve seen a lot of you before, but I do see some new faces which is lovely, thank you all for coming to our show tonight. We’d first like to start off by introducing our new bass player; John Deacon.” John Deacon, it suits him. “So all of those who have been with us since the beginning treat him well, if not then I’ll fuck you all over and not in the good way.” Typical Freddie, that was always his go too saying, especially when I first started dating awhile back.

“I think they get the idea Fred, right so we’d like to begin with our first number. It’s called Keep yourself alive, thank you.” The curly haired guitarist said before striking his strings and when I heard that first strum, it was unlike anything I had heard come out of a guitar.

Wow, why didn’t I ever come and see Freddie and his band before? They each had a wonderful sound that I had never heard from a rock band before, not even from the Beatles or even Elton John.

Freddie owned the stage like it was his, and he made sure that everyone in the pub felt included, the guitarist skillfully fingered his guitar with every note, the drummer kept in tempo with the song and I could definitely tell that he was passionate about drumming.

And John…..god why must he be so cute when he bops his head along to the beat of each song that played, or do a little dance step on stage. And I know this sounds crazy, but I swore I thought John was looking right at me every now and then as he played his bass. I couldn’t help but blush and look down shyly.

By the end of the show, everyone was clapping and whistling loudly. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face and Freddie said in the mic.

“Thank you my lovely darlings, we are Queen. Thank you, goodnight!” The boys then walked off the stage. Mary grabbed my arm and gestured me to follow her. We walked out of the pub and into the university corridors before heading out to the back.

“Freddie!” she greeted.

“Hello my love.” Freddie turned and said as he smiled widely at his girlfriend. The two of them kissed and he picked her up and spun her around making Mary giggle.

“Freddie, Freddie put me down!” she laughed which caused Freddie to chuckle.

“And you, my lovely darling.” Freddie said to me. I smiled and the two of us embraced each other. He picked me up and swung me side to side.

“You guys were amazing!” I praised. “And you were incredible.”

“Well I had to give my bestest friend a show she’d never forget.”

“So this is the (y/n) you were telling us about?” the curly haired guitarist said. We turned towards them and Freddie said.

“Yes, my darlings this is my most dearest and closest friend since childhood, (y/n) (l/n).”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you once perform at the London opera house last year?” asked the guitarist.

“Yeah. I was chosen to be the pianist for the live orchestra performance of Figaro.”

“So you—like classical music?” asked the drummer. I nodded. “So—why come here to a rock concert?”

“Rog don’t be a bastard!” hissed the guitarist lowly. He turned to me and he said, “What Roger was trying to say is that….we thought a classical musician like yourself wouldn’t like Rock and roll.”

“Well while most of the people I perform with always talk bad about rock and roll. I actually find it quite enjoyable. In fact Freddie here got me into David Bowie and I’ve just found rock and roll enjoyable ever since. I just love to hear the sounds of a guitar and if struck the right way, it almost sounds like it’s singing.”

“Wow, so you did notice? Oh where are my manners, I’m Brian May.” He said as he held out his hand and I shook it. “You know Roger of course.”

“I hope you really didn’t take it offensive love.” Roger said to me.

“None taken. I’ve dealt with Freddie for years and I’ve heard worse taunts and teases from him. You’ve got quite an ear for the drums and—was I going crazy or did I see you tighten your drums after a few of your songs?”

“You actually caught that?”

“Yeah. I—never knew you could do that to a drum.”

“I would be happy to show you sometime if you’d like.”

“Watch it Taylor. Just because you and I are roommates, doesn’t mean you get dibs on my bestie.” Freddie warned as he held me protectively. “And last but not least, the man I wanted you to meet, our new bassist. Deacy.” Wait I thought his name was John?

“I—actually prefer John.” He muttered.

“No John just sounds so boring, especially after what I saw out of you on stage. So from now on I dub thee Deacy.”

“Well I…..”

“Freddie I think it’s a little early for nicknames.”

“Oh come off it, you know I love giving people new names, right bunny?” I blushed heavily and sneered lowly.

“Why must you call me that in front of people?!”

“Because it’s adorable. Just like you.” He bopped my nose as he said ‘you’. “Right now this calls for a celebration, drinks all around. Roger’s buying tonight my darlings!”

“Oi hold on a second Fred!” As everyone walked off, John and I stayed behind and I shyly looked at him.

God he was even more handsomer up close. He had a great profile, but the thing that caught my attention were his eyes. I cant pinpoint what color they were exactly but—they were beautiful.

“Freddie can always be a bit eccentric, I hope he hasn’t scared you away already.”

“Not really. I—I think I’ll stick around. He definitely has a vision for this band.”

“I know already he likes you already. Your bass playing was definitely what they needed. And he’s told me about all the other bass players before who were either so egotistical it made them arseholes, or they just sucked once they got on stage.” John looked at me and the two of us just stared at each other before we smiled shyly.

Wow this was so awkward, why am I like this? Why is my heart beating so fast, I just met John.

“Then I’m glad I went with the audition.” We both smiled at each other then before we could say anything else, Freddie came up and said.

“Oi you two done snogging each other or what?” the two of us heavily blushed and I squeaked out towards him.

“Get your mind out of the gutter you rotter!”

“Then either get your little bums in here or hop in the back of the van, because you two are immediately radiating sexual tension!” I chased after Freddie and he ran off screaming.

*John’s POV*

Is it wrong for me to say that I’m turned on by her strength? I mean Freddie’s told us so much about this friend of his but when I saw her it—it was like everything else in the world vanished except for her. The second I saw her from up on stage, I almost forgot how to play on stage, but I didn’t want the boys to get pissed at me.

But every now and then throughout the performance, I would look right at her just to admire her beauty. Now getting to talk to her, she was just so adorable, and the fact that Freddie calls her bunny I could see why he called her that.

Much like a bunny she was adorable with those beautiful (e/c) eyes of hers that just glowed.

I followed behind her and tried to think of a better conversation, god I can’t believe I made a complete ass of myself in front of her.

*My POV*

Throughout the rest of the night, I got to know Freddie’s bandmates better. Like I was told that Brian is studying astrophysics and that he and his dad both built his guitar from scratch.

“You know Roger’s a dentist.” John told me.

“A dentist?”

“I was never a dentist.” Roger pointed out.

“He’s a dentist.” John teased towards Brian.

“He’s a dentist.” Brian agreed. I giggled softly as I sipped my strawberry margarita.

“So John, what do you study?” I asked.

“I’m still in school over at Chelsey studying electrical engineering.”

“Really?” I asked bewildered. He nodded. “Wow I mean I may be smart but not that smart. Is it hard?”

“Some things are difficult. It’s just a whole bunch of words meshed together as you read them, it’s once you get down to the real hard work that it becomes easier. I’m—actually currently in the process of making my own amp for my bass.”

“Really? That’s incredible.” I said in awe.

“Thank you (y/n).” we both smiled at each other and the two of us had our own private conversation while the others kept talking amongst each other.

I got to really know John extremely well that night. I learned about his family, how long he had been playing bass, and what type of music he likes to listen to. I also told him some facts about me, like when I got into classical music, what kind of Rock and roll artists and bands I liked, a bit about my family and my big dream of being in the Philharmonics.

By the end of the night as Freddie offered to drive me home, John piped in and said.

“Actually Freddie, if I could—I could take her home.” Freddie looked at him skeptically but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Are you sure it isn’t for another reason Deacy darling?” he teased.

“No I-I-I was just…..”

“Lay off Freddie! Besides Mary looks like she’s about to pass out. You should get her home before someone else offers.” I said to him gesturing to a drowsy Mary who was leaning against Freddie’s shoulder.

“Alright, but if you guys do the deed tonight just be sure to use protection.”

“Okay we’re going now!” I exclaimed as I stood up and John followed behind me.

We went in John’s car and I told him where to turn in order to get to my flat.

“Again I apologize for Freddie’s bluntness. He just says what he wants and doesn’t think about it.”

“Guess that’s another thing I’ll have to get used to huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I admire him for that. To be honest, I’m kinda jealous that he can speak so freely. All my life I’ve just stayed quiet and let people speak for me.”

“But I have noticed you do have some hidden sass in you. If you don’t mind me pointing that out.”

“I don’t mind.” Sadly we reached my flat and as I turned to get out, he got out of the car as well and came over to open my door. “I hope you also don’t mind if I walk you to your door. Just, to make sure you get there safely in case you’re still a little woozy.”

“Thank you.” I said. As we walked towards my door, I guess I must’ve been more wasted than I thought because next thing I knew, the tip of my sandal got caught along the curb and I went flying forward but it wasn’t until John caught me in his arms.

I placed my hands on his biceps and—goddamn they were…..something.

“You okay?” he asked me.

“Sorry.”

“For what? Tripping? You had no control of that. But aren’t you glad I came to walk you to your door instead of waiting in the car?” I hummed a nod. We soon arrived at my door and I unlocked it.

“Thank you again John. And it was wonderful to meet you. I—hope we can hang out again soon?”

“I’d like that.” He said with such a warm smile, it sent shivers up my spine and made my stress fade away. He then surprised me by taking a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear.

I felt my heart stop as his finger softly grazed across my temple and the tip of my ear. I could feel the slight calloused feel of his fingertips, and the two of us stared into each other’s eyes.

“Deacy.” I whispered. It took a second for me to process that I had called him by the nickname Freddie had given him and I said embarrassedly, “I—I’m sorry John I didn’t mean it, it-it just slipped out. I won’t call you that if you…..”

“Actually it—it has a nice ring when you say it.” I looked up at him surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah I—I wouldn’t mind if you called me that.” I softly smiled and said.

“Well, thanks again for—for walking me to my door. And it was great to finally meet you.” He took my hand and did another surprising thing. He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it and he said.

“It was great getting to know you too, bunny.” I blushed at the nickname but it gave me this warm feeling when he said it. I fiddled with my door handle before finally opening it and bid him one final goodnight before slowly closing the door behind me.

I leaned against my door and sighed blissfully as my heart almost felt like it wanted to explode. He actually kissed my hand! Oh my god he kissed my hand! God I can still feel the tingles from that kiss. His lips were so soft.

Well I guess there’s no doubting it even though I want to, especially since we just met tonight. I am infatuated with my best friend’s bass player John Deacon.

Months passed and I began to get really close with John. In fact the two of us have become practically best friends with each other even though I’m a few years older than him, it didn’t bother us. But sometimes I do wish we could be more than that, but my damn shyness and introverted attitude just stands in the way.

We’ve already established a good friendship, what if I screw it up by admitting that I love him? I’d lose him. So I kept my feelings for him buried as deep as I could. And I did find a perfect distraction for that.

You see just three weeks ago the auditions for the Philharmonics finally happened and I had been practicing for so long for years to hope for the chance to perform with them. They said they would contact me soon with a letter and so every day since the audition I have been pacing with worry.

“If you keep pacing around like that, you’ll create a rut in your home.” Deacy teased. I stuck my tongue at him and sat down on my couch.

“It’s been three weeks Deacy and there hasn’t been a single letter from them. Why haven’t they reached out to me?” He set down some tools (my refrigerator has been a bit of the fritz and when I told him about it, he offered to take a look at it and offered to do it for free. So who can say no to that).

“I know you’re stressed (y/n), believe me I know how hard you’ve worked for that audition. I’ve caught you using some of our studio time to practice. You’re incredibly talented, I’ve never seen anyone strike the piano keys that way when it comes to classical music.” I smiled and leaned my head against his shoulder and that’s when I saw some mail fall through my mall slot.

We looked to each other and I walked over and gathered up everything. Gas bill, cable bill, water bill, my monthly magazine prescription, oh my god—From the London Philharmonics. I tossed the mail aside save for that one letter.

“Is it from them?” he asked. I spoke not a word but quickly ripped the envelope up and unfolded the letter inside. I read it over as quick as I could trying to get to the bolded part of whether I got in or not.

My heart at that moment became lead.

“(Y/n)?” I vaguely heard John say. I collapsed to my knees and John knelt down in front of me. I saw him take the letter that had fallen to the floor and as soon as he read it, he looked at me with sad empathy. “Oh love I’m so sorry. Come here.” He wrapped his arms around me but I just felt numb.

Tears formed in my eyes and I let them out one by one. At first it was just a trickle, then it formed into a soft whimper, until finally I just broke down. I gripped onto Deacy like he was my lifeline and he not once released me or forced me to separate from him. Instead he held on tighter and rubbed my back in soothing circles.

I don’t know how long I cried for, must’ve felt like hours till I finally stopped crying and just sniffled against Deacy’s shoulder. As he rubbed my back, he gently rocked me from side to side in a gentle manner like I was a baby again.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out silently.

“No, you have no reason to be sorry. They are nothing but upper class arseholes. They wouldn’t know a good pianist if it bit them in the balls.” I sobbed out a laugh and sniffled.

“Oh god now I’ve gone and stained your shirt.”

“Oh this old thing don’t worry about it. That’ll wash off. I’m more concerned about you right now.” At hearing that I’ll admit it did make my lead heart feel a bit lighter than it did reading my rejection letter.

“It’s just—I hate you seeing me like this. I don’t like it when people see me cry.” He leaned his forehead against mine and rubbed my arms soothingly.

“Well…..if you don’t want me to see you cry, then maybe I should make you laugh instead.” At hearing him say that, I acted fast. I stood up as fast as I could and tried to run but he came right up on me and playfully tackled me onto my loveseat and began tickling me along my ribs and sides.

I immediately was taken over by shrieks and laughs. God why was he such a skilled tickler? Was it because of his years of bass playing? Whatever the case he was a sadistic tickler and he knew it. Ever since I one night worked myself to complete stress that my back was killing me.

Deacy offered to give me a massage to help put me at ease. Of course he was shy about the sudden offer he had said but I told him I accepted. As he began with my shoulders, he lightly stroked across my shoulder blades which kinda tickled and ever since then he’s secretly exploited my weakness whenever it’s just us two together.

“Nohahaha…..Deacy stohahahap!”

“I don’t think I want to. Not until I know for sure you’re happy and forget about that letter.” I kept trying to push him off but he had me pinned right between him and the loveseat.

“Okahahay…..okahahahay! I’m Hahahahahappy! I’m haphahahahppphehehee!!” he then stopped at my request leaving me breathless. We both looked at each other and he stroked a wild strand away from my face. My heart was fluttering as he just stared down at me.

“(Y/n)…..”

“(Y/n) my darling! Have you……oh well.” We were both horrified to see not only Freddie standing at my doorway, but also Brian and Roger too. “If you want we can come back later dearies.”

“No! It—it’s not like that at all!” Deacy said as he quickly got off of me and I adjusted myself.

“We—we were just…..” I tried to explain but Roger interrupted.

“No, no, no you don’t need to explain. We’ve had a feeling this was going to happen. Now Bri and Fred owe me 10 quid.”

“Oh my god nothing happened here!” Deacy snapped.

“So what exactly was going on here?” quirked Brian. At that point I grew solemn again. Deacy turned to me and asked me through his eyes if it was okay.

“I’d gotten a response from the Philharmonics…..”

“You did? Oh darling that’s fantastic!! When do you start performing with them. My darlings this cause for a celebration. Brian get the wine that’s in the car. Rog, her wine glasses are kept on the second top shelf over her oven.” Freddie suddenly jumped to conclusions.

“Freddie stop!” Deacy hissed. At hearing his tone, all three boys were stunned. I sighed heavily and I told them.

“I didn’t make it.” At hearing that, Freddie’s eyes widened with horror.

“What the fuck!?”

“(Y/n) we’re—we’re so sorry love.” Brian said as he came over and wrapped an arm around me in a comforting one armed hug.

“How could they not pick you!? You were the only reason why I give classical music a chance. Why would they not pick you!?” shouted Roger.

“Right that’s it. Rog get in the car we’re gonna throw some stones right through the windows of the Philharmonics hall.”

“I’ll drive Fred.”

“Nobody’s going anywhere.” Brian emphasized towards my two hysterical queens.

“Please guys I—I don’t want to even think about this anymore.”

“And we’ll respect that love. Won’t we Fred? Rog?” the two of them whined out exasperated but agreed.

“My darling forget about them. Clearly you were so good, they were threatened by you. You deserve better than them.” Freddie said as he came up and embraced me and rubbed my back.

“Thanks for trying Fred. But—what am I gonna do now? I’ve done all this work for nothing. I mean I knew there would be a slim chance, but after achieving so many scholarships and graduating Valedictorian of my class, it—feels like I’ve done countless of hours of practicing for nothing.”

“You’ll find something (n/n). Until then we’re here for you. Aren’t we darlings?” Freddie said to the boys.

“Absolutely.” Said Brian with a comforting pat.

“Without a doubt. And if you need me to bury some bodies, I’ll happily oblige.” Said Roger.

“Rog.” Lectured Brian. It was then I felt Deacy’s hand take mine and he gave me a soft smile, telling me his answer.

“You guys are the best group of friends a girl could ask for.” They all huddled around me trapping me in a loving and tender group hug.

*John’s POV*

As I leaned my head against hers, Freddie and Rog weren’t the only ones who wanted to go up to the Philharmonics and raise hell on them. (Y/n) is so gifted and incredibly talented, that I can’t understand why they wouldn’t take her.

But I knew that’s not what she needed right now, what she needed was us, but I hope she’ll want just me to hold her and assure her of her incredible talent every day for the rest of her life.

That she’ll make it big one day and she can rub it in the Philharmonics faces that she got famous without them, and that they will forever be known as the group who lost (Y/n) (l/n).

We stayed in her flat and just had a small, casual hangout filled with junk food, take outs, booze, and desserts by the mile. By around nightfall she had passed out on the couch from all the wine she had drank. Still slightly sober, I stroked the hair out of her face and slowly picked her up without trying to wake her up.

I took her down the hall toward her room and set her down on the bed. I figured it’d be inappropriate for me to remove her clothing without her consent, so I chose not to do it. But I tucked her in and prepared her a glass of water as well as found some medicine for her to take come morning for her hangover.

“You have got it bad Deacy dear.” I looked up to see Freddie leaning against her doorway.

“You’re drunk Fred.”

“I may be drunk…..but at least I’m not in denial. Unlike you two.”

“What are you talking about?”

“In all my years of knowing the darling, never have I seen her so invested with you. She’s told me you know. How much she loved you.” Part of me wanted to just think it was Fred messing with me like he always does, that the beer and wine was making him say this. But then again—there was some hope in me that wanted to think that (y/n) loved me the way I loved her.

I looked down at her and brushed some strands of hair out of her face and couldn’t help but stroke her soft cheek with my thumb. She stirred tiredly but leaned against my hand and even clung onto my arm.

“Just tell her how you feel and put us all out of our misery. Cause honestly Rog and I are sick and tired of the fucking pining.”

“Why can’t you just keep your busy-body nose out of this?” I said annoyed.

“Fine, but I’m not giving up till you both grow a pair and finally admit your feelings for each other. You’re simply meant to be. You’re her lobster.”

“Go to sleep Fred you’re talking rubbish.”

“Again I may be rubbish, but I’m not in denial.”

“Goodnight Freddie.” I said as I walked up to him and gently shoved him aside so that I could quietly close (y/n)’s bedroom door. I walked back over to her and couldn’t help but stroke her cheek again.

God what I wouldn’t give to fall asleep with her every night, and to wake up to her every morning. Seeing her first and last part of the day, that would be the perfect heaven for me. I lay down beside her but I didn’t get under the covers, just so she wouldn’t be freaked out come morning.

I stroked her cheek and she moaned tiredly and what she did next stunned me. She scooted closer to me till her head was resting over my chest. I almost wanted to move her but the second her arms wrapped around me, I knew I didn’t want to. I stroked down her head and whispered to her.

“You’re talented love. And—so beautiful. Goodnight (y/n). I—I love you (y/n).” with a kiss to the crown of her head, I fell asleep holding her in my arms.

*My POV*

It had been about three months since my rejection letter. Of course I’ll mention the next morning after my ‘cheer up party’ when I woke up to see me sleeping on Deacy, I won’t deny that I was shocked that I had actually forced him to stay with me. But he assured me that it was alright and that he was happy to provide some comfort to me in my sleep drunk stage.

And I don’t know how he knew about it, but Freddie’s constantly teased me about it. He says he’s determined to let us see the light and finally admit our feelings to each other, but I think he’s just full with a bunch of bullshit.

No matter how much I want to admit my feelings, I just have this feeling Deacy won’t reciprocate my feelings.

That was until I received a message from Freddie telling me that he’d like to meet up for lunch as compensation for being a pain these past few months. Figuring I’d get a free meal out of this, especially since Queen’s first album has been doing good on the charts and they are currently in negotiations with a record label.

I met with Freddie his place only to find that answering the door was Deacy.

“(Y/n) what….what are you….I-I mean not that I’m not happy to see you but…..”

“It’s okay Deacy. Freddie told me that he was willing to make up for his constant harassing of our ‘ordeal’ and buy me lunch. What about you? What brings you here to Fred’s”

“Actually he invited me here for the very same reason.” Oh that son of a bitch! “Think this could be another scheme of his?”

“Quite possibly, you know Freddie.”

“Ahh (y/n) darling you made it! Come on we have a special lunch cooking in the kitchen.” Freddie said as he pulled me into his flat and directed me and Deacy towards a table that was set up like what you would see in a fancy restaurant.

However instead of a white tablecloth it was a white bedsheet, instead of a grand candle set, it was two scented candles from the Yankee candle shop, with a bottle of wine set up.

“Have a seat my darlings.”

“But the table’s set for two.” I said.

“I know.” He grinned. Deacy and I looked at each other nervously and turned away blushing. Since we were trapped, I took the first step and scooted one of the chairs out. But before I could scoot my chair back in, Deacy came up and ever the gentleman that he is, scooted my chair in.

“Thanks Deacy.” He smiled bashfully and nodded before taking his seat opposite of me.

“Good afternoon madam and monsieur. I am Roger Taylor and I shall be your sommelier today. No wise cracks please.” He spoke the last part towards Deacy who merely held his hands up in surrender.

“And in the kitchen is chief Brian May preparing a delightful Italian dish for you both.” Freddie said as he set down the wine glasses in front of Deacy and I.

Roger poured us a thing of Sangria wine and they walked towards the kitchen. I fiddled around with my hands that sat in my lap and Deacy said.

“I can’t believe they would resort to this.” I’ll admit that kinda stung a little. Was he—offended that he had to do this with me? “I—I don’t mean to offend you (y/n), I hope you don’t think that. I’m only referring to this bizarre delusion Freddie is under.”

“Oh yeah it—I mean he can live in his own fantasy world most of the time. Mad as a hatter I used to call him.” Soon Fred came in with a plate of pasta.

“Here we are my darlings.” He set the plate down along with a basket of bread.

“Uhh Fred, there’s only one plate.” Deacy said.

“Oh is there? Silly me. Sorry my dears that was the only clean plate we had. Someone forgot to do the dishes this week.” Freddie said speaking towards Roger. Roger cut his finger along his throat telling him to shut it. “But I hope you enjoy it either way my lovelies.”

The two of them turned away but that wasn’t until Fred stopped and said.

“Oh silly me, Rog. Mood music please.” Roger grinned and went over to the vinyl record player and turned it on and soon Elton John’s voice began playing. I blushed heavily and I saw Deacy look at Roger with a deadly look and I think he even flipped them off, but of course Fred and Rog didn’t take it seriously and just walked away.

“I mean…..it’d—be a shame if we just let this pasta go to waste.” He did nod in agreement and we both shyly scooted towards each other and we each took a bite of the pasta. Oh my god this was soo good! I never knew Bri was such a good cook.

We continued to eat the pasta and occasionally look at each other as the beautiful voice of Elton John continued to echo through the room. I took a few strands of pasta and put it in my mouth. However I felt my head slowly drifting right and in a split second I found myself kissing the corner of Deacy’s lips.

My heart sped up and I quickly turned away from him feeling my face burning up like it was on fire. I was probably redder than a tomato or even an apple at this point.

“I-I-I-I-I’m so sorry Deacy I….I-I didn’t mean to it just sorta….” But I was stopped when I felt Deacy gently cup the side of my face and press his lips to mine. I was frozen in shock as I felt his soft lips against mine. He separated but then realized what he had done.

“Oh shit I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that! (Y/n) I-I’d never…..” but I stopped him by kissing him again.

The two of us soon fell under the spell of the kiss as I ran my fingers through his long auburn brown hair and I felt him wrap his arm around my waist pulling me closer toward him. My brain went fuzzy and all I could focus on was Deacy’s kiss.

It was then Elton’s song Tiny Dancer came through the vinyl and as we separated from each other he asked me.

“Would you care to dance?”

“I—I don’t know how. I’ve got two left feet.”

“I can teach you, better yet I’ll let you stand on my feet.” He stood up and held his hand out to me and he said, “Do you trust me?” I looked up at him and softly whispered as I took his hand.

“Yes.” He helped me stand up and we found an open space in Freddie’s flat. He slowly wrapped his arm around my waist and kept hold of my hand with the other. And just as he promised, he allowed me to stand up on his feet. “You sure I’m not too heavy?”

“You couldn’t be any lighter if you tried. Just keep your eyes locked with mine okay?” I nodded and soon the two of us began swaying. “(Y/n)….”

“Deacy I—” we both spoke in unison. I chuckled awkwardly and said. “You go first.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah you spoke up first.”

“(Y/n) I—I haven’t been completely honest with you.” I looked at him confused. “I—I don’t want us to be friends anymore. Because….ever since Freddie brought you to see us on my first night with the band I’ve…..I’ve felt more around you. I—get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, my heart just—escalates to almost wanting to jump out of my chest.”

“Deacy I…..is it—sad to say that I feel the same way?”

“No not at all.” He said as he tucked a strand of hair away from my face. I shyly smiled and lowered my head. He softly chuckled and said. “Now I see why Freddie calls you bunny.”

“Why?”

“I’ve noticed that whenever you turn away all shy, especially when I tuck your hair behind your ear. You nose slightly twitches much like a bunny’s nose.” I groaned embarrassedly and hid into his shoulder.

I heard him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt one of his hands stroke down my hair. I felt him kiss the top of my head and he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t be embarrassed love, it’s cute. Just like you.” I nuzzled further into his embrace and wrapped my arms around him as the two of us continued to sway. We looked at each other before finally leaning close to each other, our noses softly grazing against one another making me smile before finally our lips touched each other’s.

*Freddie’s POV*

FINALLY!!! About fucking time they admitted it to each other. I wish I had a camera right now because this was like a scene out of a movie. The two lovebirds finally admitted their feelings for each other, and sharing that magical long awaited kiss.

I know Deacy will take such good care of my darling (y/n). The two of them were destined to be together, as I said. They’re each other’s lobsters and they’ll always be that way.

I also look forward to the day they have children so that I can be named godfather and rub it in Roger’s face for the rest of eternity.

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teamhook · 5 years

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CSSNS 2019 Dark Blue Star

Hello all!

This is my contribution to this year's CSSNS. I know my other story is still going on and it will find it's ending, but since I cannot say no to @kmomof4 here I am, once more.

I wanna thank the lovely ladies at the CSSNS Discord. I love chatting with you all.

And since we all know how shady Blue truly is I give you Rionnag Dubh Dorcha... I took the title from Reul Ghorm, and please forgive me if the translation is not spot on. Blame Google translate. :)

I wanna thank the mods of CSSNS19, my lovely very patient Beta @searchingwardrobes and my artist for the event @hollyethecurious

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A/N: It is said that evil is not born but made. This is how an act of kindness is twisted into a story about revenge. Emma and Killian are childhood friends until a tragedy separates them will another reunite them.

Rionnag Dubh Dorcha (Dark Blue Star)

Every town has an urban legend that they tell to scare kids, yet the stories tend to change with time. The real story sometimes gets lost. This is how this one is told.

A long time ago in the middle of the Enchanted Forest there lived a kind woman who loved children forevermore. Her heart was true, but misunderstood. She had once before victoriously escaped a grim fate, but was unable to succeed again. This time her fate was sealed.

Storybrooke had become home to Hester Blue after she narrowly escaped the witch hunts in Salem and left her fallen sisters behind in order to survive. She had hated her cowardness, but finally settled in a new town. She had found her home. She was adored by the town's children. She would give them sugar glazed fruit and greet them with a kind smile. On the day their final baby tooth fell, she would give them a special treat a gold coin.

Everything was peaceful for years. Until she was falsely accused when two of the town's most beloved young children went missing in the woods. No time for explanations or pleas. In their outrage, the town quickly served their brand of justice.

Hester was making treats for the children. Her little cabin filled with the aroma of the sweets. She heard a commotion outside quickly approaching. There were angry men walking closer to the house with torches. She panicked and barricaded the door to keep them out. The men outside angrily called out for her to open the door. The little house shook as they pounded their fists on the old wood. With her back on the wall she lowered herself to the floor. The tears freely flowed. It was happening again and she had a feeling this time luck was not on her side. The vengeful mob finally tore the door off its hinges, ripping it apart piece by piece. They found her sitting on the ground.

Hester was yanked by the hair as she kicked and screamed, "I didn't do anything!" Tears stained her face. The men hauled her out of the safety of her home. They overpowered her and tied her to the large tree that shaded her home and simply told her that her life had been forfeited the moment she made the children disappear. As she took her last breath, she swore vengeance and cursed the town. Later that night when the children emerged from deep within the forest unharmed, the townspeople realized their mistake. They buried Hester's body by the tree that witnessed her death and promised never to speak of her again. No one noticed the tree started to wither away.

Time passed, and the small town of Storybrooke grew so much that the woods in the heart of the Enchanted Forest became a park. There was a dark shroud that extended from the tallest tree in the center of the park to the outer town line. The story of Hester Blue, the Blue Fairy, became a legend. People said her dark spirit visited children on the night they lose their last baby tooth. If anyone sees her when she visits, they are marked for her vengeance.

The children's sightings of the fairy had gone unnoticed by the adults. The sightings increased as the town prospered. The children would share their encounters to give each other a good fright. Once in a while, a nameless child would disappear never to be seen again or heard from ever again.

The attacks on the founding families could not be missed anymore. Finally, the adults heard of the infamous fairy tale.

In every generation, the youngest child of each founding family would disappear leaving the bloodline to continue on with the eldest. The missing children who caused her death were the youngest in their families. The adults never saw the connection: that the curse was the fairy's revenge.

The adults would murmur their suspicions hoping they were wrong.

They weren't.

The Jones ancestors had promptly left America to return to their homeland due to a family emergency. Their estate had flourished under several stewards throughout the years.

Now, Brennan Jones has returned to Storybrooke with his family. They are one of the six notorious founding families along with the Spencers, Mills, Midases, Golds, and Blanchards.

Brennan and his wife Alice shared two sons. The eldest had brown curly hair and blue eyes while the younger had unruly black hair and the classic bright blue eyes of the Jones lineage.

David Nolan had inherited his steward position from his father Robert. It was a family tradition. David and Brennan had met on many times to discuss the financials, and although there was an amicable trust between the families, their true friendship developed soon after the arrival of the Jones.

Liam and Killian quickly bonded with Emma, but the relationship between the youngest Jones and Emma was undeniable. They became thick as thieves quickly. Liam served as an older brother to the two, and he loved them even when they followed him around everywhere. Soon a boy Liam's age moved to the neighborhood and they became friends, Robin Locksley.

The children grew up hearing of the stories. They failed to heed the warnings until it was too late.

The night the youngest Jones boy lost his baby tooth breathed life to the dark fairy myth.

The day's end was fast approaching. Emma smiled sweetly at her friend. "Hey, Killian. Don't forget to put your tooth under your pillow. Who knows what the fairy has in store for you?"

Killian laughed, "You don't truly believe the stories are true?"

"I don't know, I mean for as long as I can remember, I've heard the stories. Uhm, I did it, and I got a gold coin." She blushed as she confessed her secret.

"A gold coin? Do you still have it?" Killian asked excitedly.

She giggled, "Well, yeah but I've got it at home. I didn't bring it with me. I could run home and get it if you want."

There was a soft knock on his bedroom door. "Killian, Emma, we are leaving now. Liam is outside with Robin if you need anything." The door slowly opened, and his mother entered with a smile on her face. "Let me look at you my handsome son, will you behave for your brother and maybe I can convince your father to take us sailing this weekend?"

Killian couldn't help smile wide at the prospect of going sailing with his family. They all loved the water, but Killian was especially fond of it. "Mum, can Emma come along?"

Alice couldn't help noticing the new gap in her son's smile. "Oh dear, did you lose another one?"

"I did it was my last one. I'm no longer the baby of the family," he stated proudly.

"Nonsense, you will always be my little boy. I love you, and yes Emma can come along if her parents allow it."

"I'll make sure he stays out of trouble, Mrs. Jones," Emma ensured.

"Emma, I know you will, you are the only one that can tame my rambunctious son. We will be back soon." She winked at the duo as she left.

"Should we watch a movie?" Killian blushed as he sat closely next to Emma on the bed.

"Did you still wanna see the coin? I can go get it." Emma nudged his shoulder with her own.

"If you like, we can go after the movie."

"Okay, so what do you wanna watch?" Emma resumed her seat.

Killian scratched behind his ear, "I remember you once told me that your favorite movie is 'The Princess Bride' I found it, and I've never seen it. If you don't mind, we can watch it."

"Are you sure you wanna watch a girly movie? I know it has a pirate in it, but you don't have to watch it just because I like it." Emma shrugs. "We can always watch some action movie."

He wanted to see it because she liked, and he liked her. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he fancied her a lot. Liam would never stop teasing him if he knew.

"Emma, I want to watch it. You say it's good, and I trust you."

"Okay, do you have any popcorn or something to snack on?" she asked as her stomach growled.

He smiled fondly, "I'll go make the popcorn and get something to drink. Did you want a sandwich too?"

She blushed, "Nope, the popcorn and drinks will be fine. I'll set up here."

"I'll be back." Killian left his room and made his way to the kitchen to get their snacks.

He returns to his room with a tray filled with snacks. He not only has the popcorn but some chips, sandwiches, and drinks.

They watch the movie and soon are comparing favorite pirates.

"Killian, did you still want to go get the coin?" Emma asked.

"Emma, do you mind going alone? I left a mess in the kitchen, and if I don't clean it up my parents will ground me." He gave her a slight pout.

"I can go by myself. I'm a big girl. Okay, I will be back." She smiles and walks out.

Outside Emma smiles at Liam and Robin as she makes her way home. "Hey, I'm going home for a sec."

Liam and Robin share a look as they see the younger girl jog home.

"They're really close aren't they?"

"Yes, I think my little brother is smitten and doesn't even know it." Liam smiles at his friend. "Rob, did you ever talk to Marian?"

"Yes, I did and," Robin smiled "we are officially a couple." His happiness was obvious.

"I'm happy for you two." Liam bumps Robin's shoulder.

"Come on mate, there has to be someone you fancy."

"Rob, I'm not interested in anyone. Besides, I want to focus on my studies."

"You say that now mate, but when you meet her, you'll know." Robin winks at him and they burst out laughing.

Emma approaches them smiling. "Hey guys, I'm back"

"I'm sure my brother missed you." Liam teases her.

Emma rolls her eyes and waves at them as she makes her way inside the Jones home.

Killian is in his room tidying up and looks up and smiles.

"Did you miss me?" Emma asks.

Killian smiles, "Yes, I did. So do you have it?"

Emma takes the gold coin out of her pocket and hands it to him.

Killian inspects it, "This looks very old."

"I know, uhm, they say that a fairy leaves the coin but you cannot look at her. If you do-"

"And you believe this?" Killian is skeptical.

"I didn't before, but I did find the coin." Emma shrugs.

"It could have been your parents."

"I don't know, Killilan. My parent's seemed surprised when I showed it to them. My mom cannot keep a secret."

"Emma, I don't know if I believe it, but the coin is nice." He smiles at her.

They talk until Emma has to go home, and they finally wish each other goodnight.

Killian is fast asleep when a noise wakes him. Frightened, he listens carefully. There's some scuffling, and he pulls the covers refusing to look. He swears he is not afraid, so he decides to peek.

Worse decision ever. He is startled by what he sees. There's a body hovering over him. The scarred face growls when he shines his flashlight directly to its face. It screeches as it covers its face.

Killian runs to the restroom and locks himself inside with the lights on. He hides still holding his flashlight. The doorknob shakes frantically, and the lights flicker then it all stops. He loses track of time as he hides in the bathtub.

There's a soft knock on the door. "Killian, son it's mum. Are you okay?"

"Mum, is that you?"

"Yes it is, who else would it be?"

There is silence for a moment.

"Son, open the door."

"No, there's someone in my room."

"Sweetheart, there's no one. Liam and your father are outside talking. It's just you and I."

"Mum, there is someone in my room."

"I'm gonna prove there's no one." She makes her way to his room. She opens the door wide open and speaks loudly. "No one is in here, Killy." There's a scuffling and she turns to the source and screams.

The scream quickly reaches Killian and he quickly rushes out of the restroom. In his room, he finds his mother's limp body on the floor. He kneels next to her and shakes her to try to wake her. She is so still, so unlike herself. She is always full of energy. Her pale skin is an angry red in some areas, while in others it's beginning to scald although her clothes are still as pristine as they were earlier that night. Killian cannot stop the tears from blurring his eyes. He doesn't understand what has happened. How could his mother's skin be burned when there is no fire?

Liam and Brennan run inside the house. They separate to check all the rooms for the source of the scream. Brennan is the one that arrives first. He is shocked to find his youngest kneeling next to the prone body, the lifeless form of his beloved.

Brennan moves quickly, he kneels opposite of Killian and glares at his son. "What have you done?" He gently shakes his wife's body trying to wake her.

Killian refuses to let go of his mother's bloodied hand. "Father, I didn't do anything. I was in the restroom. I told mum someone was in my room."

"Where! Where is this person? Liam and I saw no one while we rushed inside? Where?!" Brennan screams at Killian.

Liam enters the room while holding the phone, "I called 911. Someone will be here shortly. What happened?" He asks as he notices his mother on the floor and moves to go near her. Brennan shakes his head and Liam stays put understanding his father's silent request.

"Killian, come with me." Liam urged.

Not long after, the Sheriff escorts Killian out of his home to the car. Outside the neighbors surround the yellow tape. The body covered on the gurney follows not far behind.

Emma stands next to her parents and without a second thought she rushes to the car. He is looking out of the cracked window.

"Killian, what happened?" she asks softly.

"She's real. I peeked." That's all Killian says before Emma is rushed away from the vehicle and her friend.

Emma stood dumbfounded as she saw her best friend being taken away.

Months later, without any plausible explanation for the death of Alice Jones, Killian was sent to a mental hospital for evaluation after mistaken speculations that he killed his mother. No one believed his story that someone else had been in the house when Alice Jones died.

Liam and Brennan argued long after Alice's death. Brennan's anger towards his youngest would not disappear.

"Father, when is Killian coming home?" Liam waited for a response that never came. "Okay, when are we going to visit Killian?" Liam asked impatiently. "Father, Killian loved mum, you do know he would never hurt her don't you?"

Brennan stood silent avoiding eye contact with his son.

Liam stormed off. The family was broken, with his mum and little brother gone it was simply a shell. But unlike his father, he will not abandon Killian. His mum wouldn't want him too.

Brennan stood still as he heard the front door slam.

What Liam doesn't know is that he has relinquished his rights to Killian. He cannot look at his son without seeing the image of his beloved Alice, scalded, scarred and bloody.

Liam and his father fought over Killian too often. Their once-close relationship now completely destroyed. It was reduced to door slams and heated arguments.

Liam visited Killian as often as he could. Always making excuses for their father, but he knew he wasn't fooling Killian. He promised him that he would get him out of that horrible place.

"I swear little brother, I will bring you home soon." Liam's promise sealed with a warm smile.

Months passed, and Liam kept visiting Killian as often as possible at the awful juvenile facility. Only in Storybrooke, frozen in a bygone era, would a child be thrown into a mental hospital, but that was Killian's tragic fate. Killian had stopped asking about their father.

"I'm looking for work, so I can support us." Liam explained, "you are a growing boy after all, and I need to be able to feed you." Liam's wink lightened the mood.

Liam's 18th birthday was fast approaching, and he has shared his plan to join the Navy with his friend Robin and Killian. He knew his father was going to flip when he found out. He wanted him to follow in his footsteps. To someday helm the family business, Jones Jewel Shipping. All Liam knows is that he wants to get his brother back.

In an effort not to lose too much time, he wanted to be emancipated from his father. If Brennan Jones was able to give up on one son without a problem, it should be as easy to lose the other.

Liam gave up on his dreams, dropped out of high school, and settled for a job at a small boating company, Treasure Island Ferries, as a deckhand.

On what would have been a routine trip along the coast, a mechanical failure caused a fire and it resulted in an accident. Liam was one of the casualties. John Silver the owner was quickly made responsible. He had chosen to use subpar parts, and he had faced the grieving wrath of Brennan Jones. Treasure Island Ferries had quickly been disassembled under pressure of the elder Jones.

Maybe it had been an unrealistic dream of his to be rescued by his brother. The visits stopped, and on a rare moment of generosity from his father, Killian was informed of his brother's death. That same day he was shipped off to foster care. After that, he bounced around from home to home. No one wanted to deal with a kid with night terrors and anxiety.

Eventually, he grew up alone and anti-social. At first, he had tried to stay in touch with Emma. He would write to her from wherever he was. They started to lose touch little by little. Killian felt darkness follow him, and he wanted to keep the one person that still mattered to him safe and away from the dark cloud that surrounded him.

It was his fault his mother died, and he lost his brother not long after. The moment Alice Jones died was the moment his father decided he only had one son.

Years later, Killian was still terrorized by the encounter with Hester and it showed. His apartment had dozens of high powered flashlights, and it was rigged with motion detectors. His many meds spilled on the counter. They treated everything from sleep disorder, anxiety, and depression.

He was able to find the closest thing to family in his boss, Dakkar Nemo, owner of Nautilus Security. His coworkers thought of him as eccentric and slightly paranoid. Killian had become a specialist in home security. He wanted to protect families since he had failed at protecting his own.

On the anniversary of his mother's death, Killian Jones was drowning his heartbreak with rum. His brother should be with him. His mother should be with them. He should have been brave and faced whatever monster lurked that night. He didn't even feel the tears pour down his stubbled cheeks. Some days he would stare in the mirror noticing little things that he inherited from his mother or similarities he shared with his brother. He felt connected to them in those rare moments.

His phone kept ringing nonstop. "Bloody hell, take the hint" he slurred. There was finally silence. "About bloody time." Then the phone started ringing once again. He lost his patience and answered without looking at the caller id, "Oi, it's my bloody day off, I said not to bother me, Mr. Smee." He ended his tirade.

"Uhm, yeah. This is Emma, remember me?" The line went silent for what felt like an eternity.

He hissed, "sorry about that lass, I thought you were someone else. How did you find me?"

"It's what I do, I find people. I know we've been out of touch, but I was hoping for old time's sake that you could help me."

"Help you with what?" He scratched behind his ear.

Emma cleared her throat, "I don't know if you remember, but my mom was pregnant when you-" she hesitated, "when you went away." even to her ears that sounded awful, but she waited for his response.

He scoffed, "It's not like I went on holiday Emma. I uh, was taken away from what was left of my family."

"I know Killian, I was there," she sniffled, "you were taken away from me too. I lost my best friend."

The silence was back.

Emma's small voice was barely audible. "I know it can't be easy to talk about it, but - "

"Then let's not, shall we?"

"Killian, my little brother Leo, he saw her too, and my parents think he is having night terrors. He sleeps with his room light on. Please, help him. Help me."

Killian stayed quiet.

Emma decided to continue, "I know we aren't close. I know I have no right to ask for your help. I know it's selfish of me to. I just can't lose him too, not the way I lost you. He is so scared. All the doctors want to do is medicate him and he is hollow. I miss my little brother."

Little brother, in that moment he can almost hear Liam's voice calling out to him. Killian closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't know if I can." He disconnected the line.

Silence was what he yearned for minutes ago. Now he was suffocated by it.

The next day, Killian woke up with a hangover. The pounding of his head only worsened because of the blinding light. He still couldn't sleep in the dark. It was his cross to bear. Slowly the night before came back to him. He walked to his bathroom to get some aspirin. His eyes were still adjusting to the light. He swallowed the pills with a discarded bottle of water in his room.

He remembered - Emma. She called him. His smile was small but genuine. The memory of her voice made him miss her all over again. He used to dream of going back for her - Emma.

Last night he was a coward. He knew this. Even in the haze of his drunken memory, he was still afraid of a ghost. Liam would tell him it was bad form to let Emma's younger brother suffer the same fate he did. Deep in his mind, he knew that he needed answers. They all did.

~~~

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mariequitecontrarie · 5 years

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Put Me In, Coach: Part 2

Summary: The Golds run into "Coach David" Nolan in the grocery store and Rumplestiltskin is seized by a bout of jealousy. A/N: Because I love jealous Rumple + Belle showing him how unreasonable he’s being. ;) Written for the June @a-monthly-rumbelling: "That's the least romantic thing you've ever said to me." Thanks to @galactic-pirates for listening to me drone on about baseball.

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“Well, Rumple, what do you think?”

Belle plopped two quarts of Maine blueberries down on the conveyor belt, sweet little purple globes that heralded the last weeks of summer. Tonight, Henry was having a sleepover with Gideon at their house and she wanted to attempt a homemade blueberry cobbler for dessert.

Blueberries, not apples, were Henry’s favorite fruit, a preference his mother Regina didn’t appreciate, but was a great source of amusement to the rest of the family.

Rumplestiltskin sighed heavily, pretending to be put out. “Sweetheart, if you want to bake, I’m here to coach you on to victory.” He grinned. “For better or worse, remember?”

She stuck out her tongue at him, making him chuckle.

On this go-round, he’d have to pitch in as more than just chief taste-tester if they wanted to avoid the oven fire they’d had the last time she baked.

His wife possessed many wonderful qualities, but kitchen skills were not among them. When they’d lived together in the Dark Castle, he used to hover in the kitchen doorway for the sheer pleasure of watching her burn everything from chicken to cakes to carrots. He’d developed a particular talent for rescuing her meals in the nick of time.

Once, she’d singed her fingertips in the fire and he was so furious with himself for allowing her to be hurt, he’d locked himself in his tower for the rest of the night. Belle had stormed up the stone staircase holding a tray of tea and cakes and banged on the door until he relented. That evening, she’d spent hours reading to him from one of her favorites while he crowded next to her on the settee, dutifully eating burned scones and turning pages to protect her injured hand.

Who said dark magic never amounted to anything good?

He deposited sacks of flour and sugar on the conveyor belt, as well as vanilla ice cream. Whether the icy treat would be topping for the cobbler or their alternate dessert remained to be seen.

“Oh, goodie, you remembered the one with the vanilla beans.” Her face shone with pleasure when he showed her the black carton. It was so easy to make her happy.

“Where’re Gideon and Henry?”

“Still in the candy aisle.” He shrugged. “I gave them permission to choose one item.” The register dinged as the cashier rang out the customer in line ahead of them.

“Hey, Belle, Gold.” David Nolan slid a bottle of milk and a carton of brown eggs into a shopping bag. We just got back from our week at the beach and I’m here for the necessities.”

Rumplestiltskin felt a stab of envy. The domestic errand did nothing to diminish Nolan’s masculinity. He was every inch the golden god, his tanned arm muscles straining against the confines of his short-sleeved polo shirt. He’d bet David Nolan never worried about how he looked in a pair of bathing trunks.

“Nolan.” Suddenly grouchy, he crossed his thin, pasty arms, safely encased beneath his many layers of Armani. He normally didn’t break a sweat, even in the deep August heat, but today perspiration prickled the back of his neck. He rested a warm hand on top of the ice cream to cool himself.

“Haven’t seen you since the Golden Nuggets team awards dinner at Tony’s,” David said. “How are you guys?”

“David, hi. Gideon’s around here somewhere.” Belle poked her head above the register endcap and scanned what she could see of the candy aisle. “He’s been working on his swing and I’m sure he’d like to show you.”

“His game has come a long way.” David flashed a proud smile. “But I’m in a hurry. Maybe I could stop by and give him some pointers next week?”

Rumplestiltskin scowled and drummed his fingers on top of the ice cream carton. He’d like to offer Nolan some pointers of his own. Like on how to take care of his own family and leave his alone.

“Mary Margaret’s waiting in the car, so I’ll get right to it,” David said. “Now that baseball season’s over, we’ve decided to charter a football program. Neal Junior is excited to play quarterback. Would Gideon be interested in joining the team?” David accepted his change from the cashier, and the conveyor belt whined as Belle and Gold’s small collection of groceries wobbled toward the register. “It’s tag, not tackle.”

Rumplestiltskin wondered if that was meant to be reassuring.

He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Did the man need to coach every sport known to mankind? Perhaps Storybrooke needed tennis, golf, volleyball, and wrestling programs as well. And American football? It was a brute’s sport, and the Underworld would freeze over before he’d allow Gideon to play.

Belle hummed in consideration. “We were going to sign Gideon up for some indoor batting sessions, but we might introduce him to some other sports, depending. Rumple, what do you think?”

He couldn’t believe Belle was even entertaining the notion. “Why not take them down to Fortune’s Rocks for surfing lessons instead?” he suggested, clamping down on his back teeth.

Sarcasm hung in the air like fog and Nolan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Fortune’s Rocks was an inlet a few miles down Storybrooke’s coast, a place where rough sea walls crashed sharply against enormous, craggy boulders. The locals knew Fortune’s waves were only for the most experienced, danger-loving surfers. Every summer, some poor unfortunate soul was injured or worse on its punishing rocks.

His wife pressed her lips into a thin white line. “Thanks for the offer, David,” she said. “We’ll get back to you.”

“No problem. Don’t wait too long, though. Practice starts next week.” Unflappable as ever, David exited the store with his groceries balanced on one arm, he free hand raised in a little wave.

Once the princeling had disappeared, Belle sighed. “What was that all about? I thought you liked David.”

“He’s tolerable.” Rumple huffed. “Tag or not, American football is too dangerous. A sport designed for those whose brains are in their biceps.” And for those who are strong and brave.

He crossed his arms again. He really needed to get into the backyard and work on his own tan. Somewhere in the bowels of the basement there was an old set of dumbbells. Perhaps he should start sneaking into the basement to lift weights instead of spending the wee hours spinning.

“It was only an offer, love. We could have politely said ‘no, thank you,’” Belle said.

He hated how measured and reasonable she was acting, but he couldn’t very well confess it was David’s handsome masculinity that had put him in such a foul temper. “He was certainly looking well after a week at the beach,” Gold allowed grudgingly.

“Yeah, he’s a hot ticket.” The elderly cashier, who had a shock of bright red hair and wore a nametag proclaiming her as Dora, jawed on a wad of bright pink bubble gum.

Ignoring Dora’s comment, Belle turned away from the groceries to run her hands up and down his chest. “It’s not a competition, Rumple. Not a fair one, at any rate.”

“True.” He was nothing special to look at. Bland as white toast and just as dry. He cracked jokes about being irresistible to women, but he recognized the truth as well as anyone else. People were attracted to his power. Only Belle had ever cared to peel back his layers to understand the quiet, fragile man beneath.

“I suppose David’s nice looking enough if boyish charm interests you.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Not me. I prefer a man with a leaner physique.”

Heat toasted Gold’s cheeks, making the cool grocery store feel like a sauna. “Sweetheart, that is the least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” he drawled, covering his surprise.

As usual, his wife had read him like one of her well-loved, careworn books. Sometimes her innocent sweetness stupefied him. Who in their right mind would prefer Rumplestiltskin to Prince Charming? Then again, his Belle had always been an unusual creature.

“You know what I mean.” She moved her nails along his collarbones in teasing scrapes, her breath a lascivious whisper against his neck. “Wiry. Distinguished. And incredibly sexy in my favorite paisley tie.”

“Indeed,” he managed around a gulp.

“Anyway,” Belle turned to Dora, still making a show of fixing his tie. “I don’t think David Nolan is the cheating type.”

The cashier was gaping, the sticky mess of bubble gum half hanging out of her mouth. Whether she was shocked by the way Belle was touching him or her directness regarding David Nolan’s lack of availability, Rumplestiltskin couldn’t be sure.

Gideon poked his head around Rumple’s side and Belle stepped back. “What are you guys talking about?” Their son heaved an enormous package of Skittles on the conveyor. “Cheating?”

Uh oh. A change in subject was desperately in order.

“Did you two commandeer the largest bag of candy in the store?” Gold reached down to ruffle Gideon’s curly hair and then reached up to do the same to Henry.

“This and blueberry cobbler with ice cream.” Henry’s grin was triumphant. “Only the best when I sleep over, right Grandpa?”

He couldn’t resist smiling back. When it came to these boys, he was a complete marshmallow. They all knew the candy and the ice cream were insurance policies in case Belle’s latest baking experiment went awry. “That’s right, m’boy.”

Dora rang up the enormous bag of candy with the rest of their order. “Your total is $14.47,” she said, two red spots coloring the centers of her cheeks.

“They’re talking about cheating,” Gideon told Henry. “Like at a game.”

Rumplestilstkin felt his lips twitch. “Who said anything about cheating?” He handed the cashier money for the groceries. He turned to Belle, hoping for help with Henry and Gideon, but she shook her head and smothered a giggle. Very well; he’d torture her with tickling later.

“You did,” Gideon reminded him.

A dog with a bone, Rumplestiltskin thought darkly.

“We didn’t mean that kind of cheating,” he said, then instantly regretted it. Why in the name of all the realms was he still talking?

“What other kind of cheating is there?” Gideon frowned.

Growing exasperated, Rumplestiltskin pinched the bridge of his nose. Their son’s dogged determination was a trait he’d inherited from both he and Belle. Today, it was not serving his father well. “There’s no cheating. No one is cheating.”

“Right, Grandpa.” Henry winked. “You mean this bit right here at the baseball games?” He wriggled his fingers and waggled his eyebrows.

Both boys blinked at him with feigned innocence. Gold was nonplussed. Why hadn’t it occurred to him that Henry might put the pieces together?

“Well, I…” For once the silver-tongued Rumplestiltskin was at a loss for words.

Faced those trusting expressions, mocking or otherwise, he found he couldn’t gloss over the truth.

He was caught.

Together they bagged their groceries in silence and stepped out into the sunshine. The late August breeze was a welcome refreshment to his heat-prickled skin.

“Relax, Papa.” Gideon ambled through the parking lot at his side, his long-suffering sigh far beyond his eight years. “I know all about you helping our team sometimes at the games. Everyone does. Even Coach David.”

Henry nodded in agreement.

“What?” It seemed his secret help was no secret after all.

“Whenever we needed to score, somebody would get a super awesome hit,” Gideon said. “Like Roland and me did in our last game.”

“Roland and I,” Belle interjected.

Oh, now she wanted to be part of the conversation. Mrs. Grammar Police!

Speechless, Rumplestiltskin studied the pavement as they began the two-block walk home. It seemed Neal was right after all. He was not as clever as he’d believed.

Gideon slipping his small hand into Rumplestiltskin’s larger one and squeezed his fingers. The childish comfort touch soothed his bruised ego.

“No worries.” Gideon clucked his tongue the way Belle did whenever their son awoke from a bad dream. “When I grow up you won’t have to help me anymore. I’ll be awesome at magic. But not better than you, Papa.”

“No, of course not.” He managed a weak smile. His body had continued moving down the street but he felt like his mind was still back on the sidewalk outside the store, slack-jawed and confused because Gideon wasn’t upset with him.

Although he and Belle had agreed never to discuss his cheating with Gideon, the lie had still bothered him. But he’d convinced himself that should Gideon ever learn the truth, the consequences would be catastrophic. Instead, his beloved boy was brushing off his interference as if it were nothing.

“You won’t need magic for baseball,” Belle said with motherly authority. “You’ll be able to win without any outside assistance.”

“Absolutely!” Henry looped his arm around Gideon’s neck and gave him a noogie until the younger boy howled with laughter and twisted out of reach. “Magic is a tool, not a crutch, right Grandpa?”

A lump formed in Rumplestiltskin’s throat. There was far too much compassion in his grandson’s knowing look, but even as a precocious ten-year-old, Henry’s wisdom and empathy had always been extraordinary. Rumple supposed being the son of two magical mothers made him uniquely qualified to mentor his much younger uncle Gideon.

“That’s right.” Rumplestiltskin cleared his throat, eager to move on to a lighter topic. His lips quirked and he looked at his wife. “Unless we’re cooking with your grandmother. Then we need to call on every spell in the book.”

“Henry agreed to call me Belle years ago,” she said with emphasis. Her eyes were alight with indignation but her lips were pursed with repressed humor. “As for you, there will be no blueberry cobbler!”

Rumplestiltskin gave a mock gasp and as their laughing and teasing continued, tension fell from his shoulders like scales. Arm-in-arm with his wife, he shook off the unwelcome weight and strolled past the baseball field feeling lighter than air.

Up ahead at the intersection, David’s truck trundled by, but the jealousy that had boiled up so quickly in the grocery store had evaporated, at least for the moment. Some insecurities would never die, but as he carried their groceries down the sun-soaked street and basked in the love, compassion, and laughter of his family, Rumplestiltskin was nothing but content.

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#rumbelle fic #rumbelle #a monthly rumbelling #rumplestiltskin x belle #rumbelle fluff #gold family fic #baseball fic #gideon gold #henry mills #mqc writes #put me in coach

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timeagainreviews · 5 years

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Fury from the Deepfake

Earlier this year, Doctor Who fans were treated to some rather exciting, yet strange news. Students at the University of Central Lancashire had started a film project re-creating the lost First Doctor episode "Mission to the Unknown." I say "First Doctor," lightly, as it's the only televised story of Doctor Who to never feature the Doctor. Because of this, and it being only a single episode, it seems an obvious candidate for re-creation. Not to badmouth any of the actors involved in the episode, but none of them are irreplaceable. Even without Nicolas Briggs giving the project some weight, no sacred cows would be in jeopardy. Nobody has to fill the shoes of William Hartnell or his two lovely companions.

When I covered the new animated version of "The Macra Terror," I discussed the importance of re-creations. While a small portion of the fandom dislikes the practice, most fans agree that they're a good thing. The re-creation has taken on many different forms throughout the years. Classic Comics compiled the tele-snaps of lost episodes with captions allowing readers to follow the story. The Target novelisation is a sort of re-creation. For some, they act as the only way to experience lost episodes. There are the unofficial reconstructions from videographers like Loose Cannon. YouTuber Josh Snares has been working on some rather promising reconstructions of his own as well. Many of the narrated TV soundtracks have recently been pressed to vinyl. While it seems as though BBC is really pushing their animations, are those the final form of the reconstruction?

If you'd have asked me before the UCLAN students' project, I may have said yes. Now, I'm not so sure. The BBC seems to have sanctioned the project. Doctor Who actors Peter Purves and Edward de Souza even showed up on set to give their blessing. There's not a lot known as to exactly what sort of release the project will receive. Perhaps the BBC will release it on the Doctor Who YouTube channel. Or maybe it will be a blu-ray extra in the near future. But which blu-ray? An animation of "The Dalek's Masterplan," perhaps? Regardless, I believe it opens the door for an entirely new kind of re-creation. Enter deepfake.

For those of you not in the know, deepfake is a somewhat new form of cgi that uses facial recognition software to swap out a person's face for another, to varying degrees of success. You may remember it from the uncanny video of Jennifer Lawrence with Steve Buscemi's face. While many people fear deepfake's impact on identity theft and national security, there's also an undeniable artistic implication. Facial swap technology has been around for years in various forms. As a concept, it cropped up in places like the 1987 Arnold Schwarzenegger movie "The Running Man." In 1994's "The Crow," Brandon Lee's face was swapped in after his tragic on-set death. With deepfake technology becoming more and more refined, it's also becoming cheaper and cheaper. Which is the point I'm here to make to the BBC- it doesn't cost much!

If you follow my logic, I'm sure you know where I'm going with this. What if we employed the methods of both the animations and the student film? What if the only thing an actor has to do is actually fill William Hartnell's shoes? Nobody has to recite his dialogue, they only need to be his body double. Deepfake can then follow the faces of actors mouthing the lines to the original soundtracks. With the same faithfulness to set design and filming that the students of UCLAN gave us, these episodes could see the light of day once more. Mind you, the sets would cost something, but weighed against the cost of animation, probably fairly comparable when you consider the budget of classic Who.

Let's face it, nothing will ever be as satisfying as the originals, but that's part of the fun of re-creating classic Doctor Who. It's a chance to be creative with the source material. But what about modern Doctor Who? How could deepfake impact the current series? There's no more obvious example than the 50th Anniversary special. While "The Day of the Doctor," was a critical success and loved by many (myself included) there is a glaring omission of the surviving Doctors. As I said in my article about older companions, the War Doctor was used as a sort of filler classic Doctor. Ironically, one of the show's biggest setbacks is time.

When they wheeled out DeForest Kelley, Leonard Nimoy, and William Shatner for six Star Trek films, there were no issues. But if you want to make a Voyager or Next Gen movie several years later, you have to explain why a hologram or an android got fat and old. Sure, Data could have upgraded with old age to feel more human, but we all know it's a dumb idea. While the Doctor is not an android or a hologram, they all regenerate. If Six regenerates with curly blonde hair (and Sylvester McCoy's face) then you can't see him with Colin Baker's wispy white hair. Though poor Peter Davison's weight and hair loss were explained by "time differentials" in "Time Crash."

In typical Doctor Who fashion, this multiple Doctor episode came with a caveat. Someone is always missing. It's funny then that the very technology I'm suggesting was used in the advert for "The Day of the Doctor." In a rather impressive sequence, we see several Doctors' faces on body doubles. We even get the closing shot of the episode where Matt Smith's Eleventh Doctor joins his past incarnations to stand on a cloud. Sadly, the body doubles stood so still, I originally thought they were mannequins. (Gasp! Autons!)

It's inspiring to think that by 2023, Doctor Who will be celebrating 60 years in time and space. By then, it's entirely plausible that deepfake technology could get to a point where an episode like "The Fourteen Doctors," could happen. If we can replace William Hartnell with Richard Hurndall and David Bradley, or Matt Smith with Jacob Dudman, we can certainly replace Jon Pertwee with his son while a deepfake Second Doctor runs around with Fraiser Hines doing the lines. Doctor Who is a show that lends itself to these kinds of innovations. The very essence of this concept was instilled with the inspired concept of regeneration, or "renewal," as they called it back then.

I'll admit it, deepfake still looks pretty ropey, but so did most of the CGI in the Ninth Doctor's run. There are so many reasons why something like deepfake is perfect for Doctor Who. It's a chance outside of the comic books to see Jodie Whittaker running alongside Tom Baker and K9! We can create lost episodes. We can update missing scenes. There are multiple precedents within the show to look into the technology. We can finally do one better than ghoulishly sticking the Brigadier into a Cyberman suit. And if nothing else, we could finally get Christopher Eccleston back, sort of.

Well friends, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this quick little article. It's something to think on if nothing else. On a personal note, we finally finished building K-9! (Pics below) We're very proud of our accomplishment. The one we built is my friend Gerry's to keep at his house. We will be building a second K9 for me, however, so expect to see pics of K9 Mk II very soon! I may post a video as he does talk, but for now, enjoy these pictures!

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the masks of Zorro (or five times Regina was Zorro)

because she was. That’s how it went.

Many thanks to @holdouttrout, who is the best fish with a pair of pom-poms.

Regina loves the Zorro story and dresses as the bandit to escape her prison in Leopold's castle. In the newly united realms, she's Zorro once again but Zorro is Lily's father.

What does that mean?

(fluffy dragon queen with some friendship with Snow and some Alice/Robin, as they are adorable)

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Coronation -

Regina pulls her into the far corner of the room, behind heavy purple tapestries. She’s always had a talent for finding these hidden niches of castles. Maleficent smiles at her for a moment, then drops into a deep curtsey.

“Your Majesty.”

“Stop that.”

“Oh no, dear, I would never want to be the object of the Good Queen’s ire.”

“Stay down there and you will be.”

Mal tilts her head up and smirks. “I thought you liked it when I worked my way up from the floor.”

Regina rolls her eyes but the hint of pink in her cheeks suggests she does remember. “Are you here to tease?”

Rising to meet Regina’s eyes, Mal strokes Regina’s cheek. “I don’t know, you brought me here.”

“Well, you told my sister Zorro was Lily’s father.” Capturing Mal’s hand, she holds it in both of her own. “Zorro? Really?”

“You were wearing a mask the last time we--”

“Yes, yes, but-” Regina’s voice deepens, “she’s going to keep looking for Zorro. She can’t leave anything alone.”

Leaning close to her so that Regina’s pinned between her and the wall, Mal takes a moment just to breath in the scent of her. Curse after curse, Regina disappears, but she returns, and she always smells so delicious.

Regina catches her waist. “Or Henry, he loves a mystery.”

Mal kisses her cheek, just forward of her ear. “Zorro has never been found, that’s part of her appeal.”

Shivering, Regina sighs. “She could find you tonight.”

“Oh?”

“It’ll be hours before i can get away from this but if you’re patient--” Regina kisses her, pressing their lips together as she stands on her tiptoes.

She’d wait decades. Centuries. “All the castles of all the realms are here now, even mine. I believe Zorro knows exactly how to break in.”

Laughing, Regina strokes her waist, her fingers like embers through Mal’s dress. “Will she need to climb the tower?”

“Magic would be fine.”

Regina grabs her hands, turning her so Mal’s up against the wall before she kisses her again, hot and demanding. “Good. You might be patient...Zorro is not.”

The promise of later sends heat racing beneath her skin. Regina traces the letter Z on Mal’s breast, marking her. It leaves no visible trace, but it burns all the same.

2. Bedtime -

Daddy only sat on her bed next to her when it had been a very hard day and Mother was very cross. She wasn't sure what she'd done, just that it wasn't ladylike. (That was always the problem). Daddy would say that it wasn't her fault, that it was the kingdom or economics or other words that Regina was still struggling to put meanings too.

Mother did not want to be poor again.

Daddy didn't know what it was like to be poor. Mother constantly said he had no idea. He'd never missed a meal.

Regina lost her rights to dinner several times a month if she wasn't careful. She'd gotten to eat tonight because she hadn't been that bad, but Mother was angry. Her eyes were cold. Regina must have done something.

Daddy pulls her close to him and opens the book. "Tonight, I want to read you one of my favorite stories, from my kingdom. It's a myth, which means it might not be true, but what's important is that it's a good story. Full of heroism and hope, and a mysterious girl in a mask."

"A mask?"

"She has to hide her identity so no one knows that she is the lady of the realm."

"Why can't they know she's the lady?"

"Because she does very un-ladylike things."

"Does she get in trouble?"

"You'll have to listen to find out." He clears his throat and begins, "Once, not so very long ago, in the kingdom by the sea, there lived a wealthy nobleman, Don Diego de la Vega, and his only daughter, Elena. By day, Elena was a proper lady. She could dance and sing, write poetry and play several musical instruments, but by night she would wear a mask and sneak out of the estate, righting the many wrongs done to her people by a cruel and unjust king."

"She snuck out of her home?" Regina asked, staring wide-eyed at the illustration of a young woman wearing a black mask over the top of her face. She looked so wild and free. Her hair was even curly and messy, the way Mother hated.

"She did, under cover of darkness."

"Why? Didn't she get in trouble?"

"Keep listening to the story, and we shall find out."

3. Midnight -

As the queen, she rarely left the castle. On some special occasions she traveled with her husband (though he preferred the company of his precious Snow White). Most weeks could pass without her outside the walls, sometimes months.

Her prison was polite. Her servants tended her perceived needs (not what she actually wanted, heaven forbid she experience that particular pleasure). Pleasure was as distant as freedom. She'd perfected the art of distance with Leopold. She could go days without the touch of anyone but her maid, weeks without a caress, even an empty one.

That night she caught herself, looking too long into the fire, imagining how it would feel on her skin.

She had to escape, just for a night, a moment.

Donning the black leather and the mask made her as invisible she kept her own loathing of this wretched castle. The guards are laughable anyway, but sneaking past them without magic makes her heart beat faster.

She needs that. The rushing in her ears reminds her she's alive. She matters. The king ignores her and Snow treats her as another trick pony, but she can scale the walls with a whip and a rope, slip into the stable and steal Rocinante right from under their noses.

Then she's free, riding through the darkness, depending on his eyes, with just the wind and the stars. Rocinante knows the way as well as she does, but he avoids the castle itself and heads for the the stable. He can smell the dragon and nothing will convince him that doesn't mean death.

Mal jokes that she hasn't eaten many horses (too stringy), but that does not convince him. She leaves him here, removing his saddle and wiping him down. He'll be well fed, upwind of the castle.

The great, heavy castle door will open for her, sense her magic and let her in because Mal likes that better than guards and butlers. The few she'll allow as visitors have magic, so that's an easy enough spell.

However, it doesn't fit with the masked bandit mystique to walk through the front door. It's foolish, unladylike, distinctly un-royal, and Regina can hear her mother's disapproval as she aims the whip upwards. Mal's castle is old, and the stones are sturdy. Regina's whip sings upwards in the darkness and she climbs, fingers finding familiar holds on the cold stone.

Maleficent has her back to the balcony. Her skin steams in the candlight of her bedroom, and the soft black around her bare shoulders is just her robe. Water traces the skin of her neck, and Regina's fingers could follow those droplets down if they weren't cold and cramped from the climb.

She blows on them, alerting Mal to her presence.

Shutting her eyes, Mal smiles. "You can just use magic, you're quite welcome."

"It's hardly what a masked bandit would do."

"I doubt a bandit would just stand there, letting me stare at myself in the mirror."

"Depends on what she's after."

Turning slowly, Mal lets her robe fall almost open, exposing her bare stomach. "My hoard's deep in the dungeon but I don't know if that's what this bandit is after."

Regina chuckles, unable to drag her eyes up from Mal's nearly naked body. "If I had your hoard, I could buy my own kingdom."

"You might need more than one horse to take it all."

"That would seem to be an oversight on my part." She draws her sword, but sets it aside. "Suppose there's no point in threatening you then."

"I have a few trinkets you could take some baubles, some gold." Mal lets her robe fall from her shoulders and stands before Regina, bare and playful. "If that'll placate you."

Toying with the whip, Regina stalks closer. Letting the leather run over her fingers, she flips it out, wrapping it around Mal's waist like a dragon's tongue. "It might take more than jewels to placate me."

Mal's fingers dig into her shoulders, warm and strong. "I was hoping you'd say that." She leans in, their mouths only a breath away from each other, but she waits, letting Regina take the kiss.

She's a thief, after all. Regina stand on her tiptoes, pulling Mal's head down, her fingers wrapped in her wet hair. She's breathless in a moment, burning. Mal kisses her back, pulling her closer, pressing her skin against Regina's leather.

They break, catching their breath. Mal traces her mask with her fingers. "Maybe you should leave this on."

"Yes?"

"Oh yes."

4. Masquerade -

Regina had never enjoyed the balls she'd thrown as Snow's step-mother. She'd done her duty, planned and and smiled, but Snow knew now that had been farce. The misery she'd ignored as a young woman would be something she'd notice now.

But now Regina's smile is real as she greeted her guests, and the way she laughs has no trace of the old hollowness. This is peace. Regina is their good queen, all grace and power.

And the realms are prosperous and calm, at least, as much as they can be, considering they're sharing borders and territory in a way they never had before. There's so much magic in the enjoined realms that it thrums in the strones enough that even Snow's vaguely aware of it.

Regina's held it together, and Snow knew she would. She's who they needed, and she even seems happy.

Truly happy.

Snow straightens her own mask, white and feathered because she and David are a pair of swans. It made Emma smile, seeing her parents as her namesake, and David keeps joking about the feathers drifting over the ballroom. White is always a color she's felt at home in. Something that suited her.

Regina's in black, which Snow once feared. Black came with her false mourning and never left her, but this black comes with gentleness, with softness. Perhaps it's in her posture, how she holds herself, but this leather holds none of the malice Snow used to know. This costume isn't to intimidate the kingdom, or frighten anyone, but it is specific.

Regina chose this leather, down to the mask around her eyes. It's smooth, devoid of lace or other adornments. Snow's heard the stories that accompany this mask, Zorro is an ol folk hero of the southern regions, the lands where Regina's father was once a prince.

Maybe she misses him tonight, looking over all that they've built, or this outfit reminds her of a simpler time.

Still, something nags at her. Zorro, the sword-wielding bandit. There are more appropriate choices, brighter things that the good queen could have worn. She takes another flute of champagne and watches Regina speak to nobility while the bubbles tickle her tongue. It's not until the silver dress passes Regina, gliding by like a ghost of grey twinkling light, that Snow follows Regina's eyes with her own.

She covets, like a bandit or a thief, she wants something wrapped in grey chiffon.

Snow's distracted when Elsa speaks to her, pulled from her observations to make small talk and she never gets a glimpse of the face in the grey dress. Regina's gone as well, vanished as though swallowed by the mist.

It nags at her, like she's missing some kind of clue, forgetting something small preference, some story Regina told her years ago.

Zorro is famed for vanishing without a trace, and perhaps that's the joke tonight. As queen of all the realms, Regina is least capable of vanishing, most recognizable, most needed. Maybe she enjoys this moment of stolen anonymity. Stealing nothing of material value, but a moment to pursue the woman in grey that she might not have as the good queen.

Snow catches Regina later, standing beside the fountain, laughing while she shares a drink with the woman in grey. From this angle, Snow can see her mask, and the stranger wears the sparkling mask of some kind of fish. Perhaps an eel? Some sea creature Snow can't put her finger on. She's taller than Regina, her blond hair tucked up in an elegant knot of curls. Her bearing is familiar, and after a moment, Regina leaves with her, walking away from the rest of the party.

Something about Zorro tugs at her memories, something she's missing. David slips his hand into hers.

"Looks like Regina's found someone interesting." He kisses her cheek. "Good for her."

"Yes, she seems to be having a wonderful time."

"What?" David turns his smile on her. "What is it?"

"Have you heard Regina read Zorro to Neal?"

David blinks and takes a sip of his champagne while he thinks. "I know she enjoys the story, but I can't say I've paid that much attention."

"I haven't either, but I know she loves the story, and that's her costume."

"She likes it."

"Yes." That's not it though. There's something more to it than Regina's favorite legend. Snow can't remember what.

"She's having a good time. Being the Good Queen of all the realms hasn't worn her out completely."

"I didn't think it would."

"Uh-huh." David wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close. "She's found someone interesting, she's having a magical night. Be happy for her."

Resting her hands on his, she nods. "You're right."

5. Unmasked -

Regina's hands run up her neck, tangle in her hair and pull her closer. There's barely a breath between them; pressed bodice to bodice so every beat of Regina's heart echoes against her chest. Her lips taste of champagne and promises Mal doesn't want to believe in, yet does.

She can't help it.

Regina possesses her, commands her heart in a way that frustrates and enthralls her. Centuries of solitude and now she can't imagine that loneliness again. She strokes Regina's leather mask, smiling as their eyes meet and they pause for air.

"I've captured a bandit."

"Maybe that's part of the game."

Mal traces her fingers along Regina's wrist, then holds it to the wall. "You lull me into a false sense of security, then escape, taking all my jewels?"

Leaning in, Regina nips her neck, her mouth hot and tantalizing. "I wouldn't dare."

"So I'm safe with you, dear?" Mal suppresses a shiver, poorly, because Regina grins all the more.

"Maybe your jewels are safe." Regina insinuates her leg a little forward, forcing it between Mal's own and even against the wall, she's hardly trapped. Her skin tight leather gives her all the room to maneuver that Mal's skirts do not.

It's too public a place to ravage her here, and too early to leave the party s they fall back into kissing, deep and hungry. Regina's not riding off into the night, but they press themselves together as if it's the last time they'll be here, like this, for years.

Maybe it's because it's been years.

Centuries. Eons. Time immemorial since they kissed this way.

The throat clearing means nothing. Bells, whistles and trumpets would barely get through her concentration on Regina's tongue in her mouth.

"Auntie Regina?"

Regina continues to kiss her, as if her disguise could hide her a moment longer, the they have to break.

She hates everyone else at this party. Throwing a sleeping curse on the castle will hardly help because so many of the people here are already immune.

"Robin? Do you need something?" Regina slips from her hands, remarkably composed. She's always had that skill, even as a young queen.

Cooling her desire is more difficult, but Mal turns, reaching for her quietest thoughts and the reptilian stillness Lily gets so mad at her for. Beside Regina's niece is her lover, Alice, who will not stop smiling.

"Snow wanted to speak with you."

"But we see you're very busy with affairs of state."

"Quite," Regina straightens her mask, ignoring the jibe. "I'd like you to meet Lady Maleficent of the Northern Reach."

"The dragon," Robin whispers to Aiice, and Mal's probably not supposed to hear but humans whisper so loudly.

Alice's eyes grow wide. "I've read about you."

"All terrifying, I assume."

"The phrase 'mistress of all evil' was used a few times."

Maleficent traces her hand up Regina's neck, just out of sight of the young women. "Good."

Regina presses her lips together, but keeps her face smooth and calm. "She exaggerates, her kingdom is actually very stable."

"It's a dreadful place to live."

"Because of the weather, dear," Regina reminds her, ruining her carefully constructed facade of being a terrible ruler.

"Quite snowy up there?" Alice says, ever curious. Robin keeps staring though, as if she's realized something important.

"Nice costume, Auntie."

"Thank you. I always loved Zorro."

Robin nods. "I remember you reading the story." She grabs Alice's hand tighter, not subtly at all and something passes between them in looks and unsaid words. Something about Zorro?

Well, it wasn't that good of a secret anyway. Anyone with half a brain could figure out Zorro's not a dragon.

"Could you give us a minute?"

"Of course," Regina answers politely, ever gracious.

Maleficent would give them several minutes if it meant she and Regina could continue where they left off but they've been found now. It's only a matter of time before--

"Regina, there you are."

They're truly caught now. Snow White never lets Regina get away with anything fun.

"Did you need something?"

"I need you, naked but for the mask," Maleficent whispers into Regina's ear.

She blushes slight, as she rarely does, and her lips twist. This party will not be over soon enough.

Down the corridor, Alice and Robin's at all secret conversation involves Lily's name and Zelena and a not so secret may have revealed itself. It seems that has been guessed by the size of Alice's eyes, something Regina notices as well. Her fingers slip into Mal's, not to tease, but as a sign of unity.

Snow stares at them both, reading with her eyes. "Enjoying the party?"

"Yes, very much."

"You must have been dancing," Snow observes coyly. "You're all flushed."

"It's warm," Maleficent replies lightly.

"Especially next to a dragon."

Mal and Regina meet Snow's eyes together.

"Quite," Regina says, her fingers still wrapped in Mal's.

"You know, there's this story about Zorro that's been bothering me, because I wasn't sure if it was true, perhaps you'd know, Regina."

"I might."

Alice and Robin draw closer, wanting to listen to whatever Snow has to say.

"In this story, Zorro had a daughter, and couldn't be with her because of something terrible that happened. In fact, Zorro didn't even know about the child until she was grown."

"Sounds very tragic."

"It was." Snow's voice softens, and that's almost an apology. "I can't remember the ending, but I hope it's a happy one."

Mal squeezes Regina's fingers and shifts a little closer. "It might be."

"Everyone deserves a happy ending, right?" Alice pipes up. "We're all finding our family again."

"Maybe not finding with our mouths," Robin mutters but Mal has to smile at that.

She'll find Regina however she can.

"In the story I've heard," Regina finishes, "Zorro finds her daughter, and it's a surprise, of course, but a welcome one. Zorro's had to live a double life for so long, she can't trust that she could be happy, but, she's getting there."

"We all are." Mal kisses her forehead, right above the mask.

"Good!" Snow beams at them both, her hands wrapped together. "I'll let you get back to your dancing."

"And negotiations," Robin adds, winking. "Don't make her fight too hard."

"She enjoys it with me," Mal teases, and the sudden pink on Snow and Robin's faces is worth it.

Alice just grins. "Sounds like fun."

"It's a beginning," Regina says, her eyes liquid through the mask. "I hope it's a happy one."

"It is." They're well past a beginning to their story, but as middle's go, this is a pleasant turn of events. She has Regina again, the world is remade and full of promise and Lily has all the time she needs to get to know both of her mothers.

Mal follows Regina out onto the balcony, looking down over all the realms. "How do you think this story goes?" she asks, her hand still in Regina's.

"I don't know. So many that begin happily end in tragedy that I don't know how to trust this."

"But you'd like to?"

"I need to."

They kiss again, hungry for the promise of each other.

"Me too." Mal traces the leather mask and smirks. "I'm afraid a bandit stole my heart a very long time ago."

"She did?"

"I believe she's kept it safe."

"I didn't think bandits were sentimental."

"This one might have a soft spot for me."

Regina laughs and kisses her cheek. "Perhaps that the case. I guess you'll have to find out." She plays with the whip at her waist, just for a moment and again, the need to be alone with her, far from everyone else is nearly overwhelming. "Maybe I should just kidnap you, so no one else can interrupt."

"I think that's how the story might go."

"Well then."

A flick of Regina's wrist and they're gone, whisked away in smoke to Regina's chambers, where they can finally put that whip to good use. Mal tingles at the thought.

#dragon queen #background curious archer #as they are adorable #snow queen friendship #oh it's nice when writing works out #I miss it #uch silliness and making out and joking about whatever games regina and mal get up to

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honeylikewords · 6 years

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kaaaaatieeeeeee i wanna hear....about davey and his honey’s lil cubbies..... ;^)

aaaaaaaaamberrrrrrrr i’m gonna tell you about it Right Now

Everyone knows that, for David, his children are the most important thing in the world. They are his pride and joy, his wonderment and his fulfillment. Everything about them makes him so overwhelmingly happy, and the endless depths of love he feels for them is truly special.

One of his favorite things he would do when his children were just babies would be to carry the little ones in his arms, walking around with them and talking to them in a soft whisper as he rocks them back and forth. He loved feeling their tiny heads resting in the cup of his palm, his fingers softly brushing their downy hairs, watching their little eyes and knowing that they can understand him.

Every time his babies would smile at him, he couldn’t help but grin back, then lean in to give them a loving kiss on the chubby cheek or soft forehead. Their little smiles, the way their eyes would turn upwards under the press of their cheeks, their giggles bubbling out-- he just couldn’t resist pouring out all of his love! They’re too darling!

With his firstborn son, David was very careful, nearly treating the baby like glass. Though his son was a round, chubby, healthy baby (I mean, he’s David’s son, so he’s naturally going to be a sweet, big baby!), David still knew that he, himself, was very large and clumsy, sometimes, and he couldn’t bear the idea of hurting his baby. So he always took his time and moved very slowly, making sure he was methodical and careful with the little bear cub.

He’d be so careful over even the simplest things; changing his son’s diaper was a nearly fifteen minute task when it could have taken a more lax man three. He was just so nervous about unwilling to even so much as make the baby uncomfortable. If his son squirmed or cried a little, David would start to panic, turning to his wife for help, frightened that he’d scared or hurt his baby. But, really, all that had happened was his son was just reacting to the cold air on his tush like any baby would when having their diaper changed.

After a while, David learned to stop being frightened, and realized that his babies love him as much as he loves them. He learned how to cradle his son when he cried, how to rock him and shush him and rub his little back soothingly, how to kiss his forehead and speak to him softly, how to swaddle him in his own big arms and tell the darling that everything would be alright. And all those lessons stayed with him, helping in the parenting and raising of all his future children.

Still, for a long time, David had really bad anxiety, specifically about the babies sleeping in a separate room. He’d learned about the way babies could have trouble breathing when asleep and it panicked him; their life had so soon begun and was so fragile, and he needed to be vigilant of their needs! He was so worried that he’d sometimes bolt up in the middle of the night, before the baby was even born, terrified by a vision in his mind of his little one not breathing... so he and his wife agreed that the crib should stay in their room for ease of access and to check to make sure all was well with baby during the long hours of the night. Once the baby was born and brought home, David would very frequently wake up and, without any prompting or reason to, go to check on the infant, peering into their crib. He’d reach one long arm in and stroke a finger over their rose-petal soft cheek, check their breathing, make sure they were in a comfy and good position. Sometimes he’d murmur to them soft words, promising he’ll always be by their side, loving them forever and always.

David meshes very well with fatherhood. It’s just natural to him. His protective nature provides wonderfully for his children and he has been in love with them since long before they were even bore. Since before they were even concieved, he sometimes says: he says he knew, even before he met his wife and even before they so much as talked about the prospect of children, that he loved his babies. He says they’ve lived in his heart since he was born, and they just happened to finally meet in person, face-to-face, a few years later.

His children all look very strongly like him. They all have his dark eyes and dense, curly hair, in various shades of color, ranging from deep black-brown like his to light, almost honey-ish brown-y gold. All of them are born at a very healthy weight, with round cheeks and little bread-roll arms and legs, and soft, spherical tummies. He adores them, and when he looks at them, he sees all the beauty of his wife, and yet some of his own features, but where he finds them ugly in himself, he can only see them as utterly angelic in his children.

Also, David freakin’ loves putting his babies in little costumes. Nothing that could constrict their movements, make them uncomfy, et cetera, but he has a real fondness for dressing them up like little Disney characters, or in little teddybear onesies, or as Winnie the Pooh characters. When his daughter came along, he dressed her up as a little bumblebee and actually burst into tears because she was just so adorable.

David is also very good at making his babies laugh. He’ll blow raspberry kisses on their cheeks or tummies, or rub his nose on them, or lift them up waaaay high and baby-talk to them! He has no trouble talking to babies. He can coo at them all day with no problems at all! He loves to tickle his teeny weeny babies, using his big ol’ fingers to tickle under their chins and make them smile at him and wrinkle their little noses in the way that melts his heart. He’d do absolutely anything to see his babies smile.

Oh, and, yes, David isn’t ever tired of having babies. There could never be a family “too big” for David. He could have ten, twelve, fourteen children, and still be overwhelmed and overjoyed at the enunciation of number fifteen. His heart is immensely full of love, and he has so much to give, so much to share. He wants as many babies as they can have together, loving each and every one of them with all of his heart. He doesn’t have to divide his love: it multiplies with every new life brought into the fold.

That’s just a Handful of BabyTalks for my Beloved, my Darling, my David! I hope you like these little snippets!

#messages #baby talk #the mute #fave #i Love my Favorite Lad #persephone-divine

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Descendants of Acts 2 - Easter Special

Chapter Five

Rachel’s monthly was coming, her two period of being fertile, and there were moments in her life, once every few months she would have it really bad. She would be extremely angry, or extremely horny, and the pain of the monthly would also be extreme. There was some medical term for it. Rachel felt a headache coming on as she sat in her online bible school. The lights was irritating her eyes, the sounds of the volume of the speakers of the students and teachers talking frustrated her. Rachel had negative thoughts as well, she was tired of this pandemic, she was tired of this monthly pain every month, for her it was really really bad. Soon the school finished and Rachel was able to sign out. She inhaled and exhaled deeply. As she went downstairs into the kitchen to get something to eat she saw the kitchen sink piled up, her parents always left their mess because of saving water, ‘wash only when there is a lot’ and so Rachel was already feeling fatigued because of the hormonal changes in her body, and she washed the dishes with annoyance. She cleaned up the kitchen and then made her dinner and ate it in the silence. Rachel decided to go to her online virtual reality The Holy Bible and as she went back upstairs and washed and prepped for bed, in her pjs and her curly hair up in a bun, she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt like wearing this sexy red dress for Pjs. Rachel thought she deserved to treat herself, after all here she was struggling and suffering, she deserved to have a good time.

Rachel logged on and saw David online, good. She changed her virtual outfit as well, black leather from top to toe, with long leather boots. David checked her out. Rachel wasn’t in the mood for chit chat and motioned for them to get started. She wanted to visit the South of town. The hardest town to crack in this game. They went to the market first and Rachel kept searching but at first couldn’t find anything. Then she saw this cross made out of diamonds. It has the words Gospel. She loved shiny things, and women loved jewellery, so she bought it. David began talking to her about his day and Rachel was only half listening. Nodding here and there and she believed that David probably didn’t notice any difference in her.

As they got nearer to the south of town, there was a strong darkness covering the area. David began having second thoughts, “hey Rachel, I don’t think we’re ready for this yet. I didn’t find anything in the market today”. Rachel rolled her eyes and said “we make a strong team David, let’s just give it a try, I’m sure we can turn back. You scratch my back I scratch yours remember?” This was their motto to spur each other on their missions. David said okay but lagged a little behind her. Rachel ran on ahead filled with irritation of the day she had. As Rachel entered the town the darkness covered her, she couldn’t see much. It felt like such a strong thick fog. Like a ‘valley of the shadow of death’ (psalm 23). Unknown to Rachel the town was surrounded by demonic forces that were weaving their powers to create the darkness. There was also the spirit of deception in the air. Rachel’s eyesight soon adjusted to the darkness as she felt David close behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. At least she wasn’t alone. There didn’t seem to be any citizens here, maybe thEre wasn’t any? David said “We need to get rid of this dark fog covering.” Rachel saw this shrine just up ahead. It had Rachel’s deepest darkest secret sin, a very sexy lady dressed quite provocatively. It was like the demons knew her sin, though no one else knew, even in the virtual world? How is that possible? She was sure she wasn’t a lesbian. She just, found women attractive and that turned her on. Rachel gulped and she walked closer to this shrine and saw that it was surrounded by candles, was it an idol? Rachel had always hoped she would look like the women she liked, jealous of them was always something she hid well. Rachel could not feel David near her anymore. As Rachel gazed and gazed at this shrine the more her onscreen character became enraptured by it. Soon her character was so enraptured by it that Rachel could not move her character on the screen. Was it frozen? Rachel kept moving but nothing was happening. Boiling with anger Rachel flapped her arms about and as she did so her character had grabbed David who was now next to her and flung him down with a big wham! What was going on?

There was another player on the screen, a person who played the game with bad intentions, they had created some sort of spell on Rachel’s character, it was a hack code to control Rachel’s character! She had lost control! Rachel kept screaming at David, but her character would no longer obey and all she could do was watch as she saw her onscreen character take out her small knife. What was she going to do? She couldn’t just let this hacker hack her! Rachel quickly phoned her friend Michael, he was a computer freak, he’d know what to do. As she dialled michael’s number David was fighting back unsure as to what was going on. The demonic forces in the game was sneering and laughing at her at the same time. Michael picked up the phone and Rachel explained what had happened. So Michael hacked onto the programme and came up as a character on the screen, a blonde haired woman as he had just chosen the first character. Michael began typing in some sort of hackers code on screen as Rachel watched the knife going nearer and nearer to David. Self sabotage? Who knew this was possible in a game? Soon Michael’s hacker code was able to unlock and undo the damage done by the evil hacker and Rachel was able to control her character again as David whacked her on the head and she had fallen on the floor with a thud! Ow! Rachel screamed at David and then explained she was hacked.

All three of the characters stood side by side as Michael remove the hackers access to their location and soon he disappeared, and so did Michael. Rachel thanked Michael. Rachel had had enough, she already had a tough day and she had been swearing all day because everything had angered and frustrated her, including lights and sounds and with her monthly hormonal changes that made her way hormonal and emotional. Soon she was crying both in the game and real world. David held her and asked what was wrong. So in the darkness with the demonic forces watching Rachel confessed her sins of the week, the swearing, the throwing things at the wall in anger and frustration at her family, the sexy ladies she had been looking at online lately and David just listened. In the game the demonic forces began throwing the law right at Rachel, each hit was imminent, creating wounds and Rachel’s character was soon almost half breathing and in David’s arms. Alarmed David wondered what was going on? What kind of battle was this? David looked around and noticed the demonic forces, the law attacks and realised what had to be done. Rachel had bought something in the market. He scrambled around in her backpack until he found it and took out The Gospel. The diamond cross soon began to speak aloud in the darkness as the holy light of the gospel began to envelope around it:

Started off with a prayer - What can I offer the Lord

for all he has done for me?

I will lift up the cup of salvation

and praise the Lord’s name for saving me.

I will keep my promises to the Lord

in the presence of all his people.

The Lord cares deeply

when his loved ones die.

Psalm 116:12-15

Rachel’s eyes shed a tear. The lord cares deeply when his loved ones die. The gospel continued:

While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, ‘Take it; this is my body.’ Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, and they all drank from it. ‘This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many,’ he said to them. ‘Truly I tell you, I will not drink again from the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.’

When they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.

Mark 14:22-26

This moment must have haunted the disciples the following day. Jesus’ strange words at supper must have replayed in their minds as his body was literally broken and His blood was actually shed on the cross. And then the day after that was the Sabbath and so, with broken hearts they would have dutifully attended synagogue returning home for a familiar, highly ritualised meal.

‘Lunch on that Sabbath, straight after synagogue, would have begun as it always did with a blessing spoken out—are you ready for this?—over the bread and wine that were to be served with the meal. If any of the eleven remaining disciples were capable of eating that day, the grace spoken before lunch on Holy Saturday would have stabbed their hearts with remembrance of that Last Supper shared with Jesus . . . Sometimes, when God is silent, our hearts are breaking and our prayers lie unanswered, there can still be signs: faint flickers of hope and meaning expressed to us and for us in Scripture, in fellowship, and especially in the bread and wine.’

Yielding Prayer

Remembering the sacrifice of Jesus, I offer myself today as a living sacrifice for those I meet, by lifting my hands in surrender and personalising the words of the Anglican Service of Communion:

‘Almighty God, I thank you for feeding me with the body and blood of Your Son Jesus Christ. Through him I offer you my soul and body to be a living sacrifice. Send me out in the power of Your Spirit to live and work to Your praise and glory.’

Rachel remembered in both virtual and real life that Jesus had died for her and forgiven her sins. There was no longer any more need for sacrifice for Jesus was the perfect lamb of God who had taken away her sins. “I’m sorry Jesus” Rachel said aloud and David heard her. Soon the gospel gave life to Rachel’s character and she was able to stand up. Rachel looked around her as she saw the law of demonic religious forces around her and she filled with holy wrath this time opened up her bible on the screen and read out loud:

“But those who depend on the law to make them right with God are under his curse, for the Scriptures say, “Cursed is everyone who does not observe and obey all the commands that are written in God’s Book of the Law.””

‭‭Galatians‬ ‭3:10‬ ‭NLT‬‬

I rely on Jesus! I rely on Jesus! Rachel shouted. Rachel had remembered Jesus, his forgiveness, his mercy, his slow to anger, his sacrifice end kindness and as she remembered how forgiven she was, how she didn’t need to earn and she herself didn’t earn this salvation the darkness of the south town lifted. As the darkness lifted Rachel and David saw lots of citizens in chains of religion. So Rachel read to them the gospel story, the place shook. Then Rachel remembered the weapon of praise, she took it out and a song began to play:

There is no bondage

Every chain is broken

There is no bondage

Jesus our hearts are open

No guilt, no shame

All my stains erased

There is no bondage

Every chain is broken

There is no bondage

Every chain is broken

There is no bondage

Jesus our hearts are open

No guilt, no shame

All my stains erased

There is no bondage

Every chain is broken

(No bondage jubilee worship)

As the song played Rachel took the weapon of praise sword and began slashing the chains of the citizens and they all got on their knees and declared Jesus as their lord and saviour, especially after having witnessed Rachel face her sin and conquer it with The Gospel. A thousand citizens came to Christ that day. Rachel and David took them to the temple of the lord and a message was sent to them stating that since they beat this level that only few can beat, they have been invited to join the Justice League tournament of the holy Bible game in the national tournament in December. They would compete against those others who had also passed this level and the winner would win a new bible that is quite large and lots of Christian books and worships albums and an actual trophy with their name engraved on it. David and Rachel hugged each other and David told Rachel never to give up hope, and next time she was having a bad day to please let him know first before just heading off into battle!

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bringmetolife-pwff · 4 years

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Part One: Chapter Eight - One step forward two steps back

"Yes," Evelyn nodded her head adjusting her glasses as she Skyped with the CEO, David McCreight, of Anthropologie. "That should work. I will discuss it with my assistant, Samantha, and see how it works out."

She could hear his American accent and always found it funny when she met people all around the world how everyone seemed to have their own accent. Eve had a very close relationship with Anthropologie as she had been with them since she started working for Teen Vogue. She had written a piece on their clothing and had met the David during it all as well.

Since then, David had seen something special in Evelyn's work and was the one who reached out to her when he heard she had designed her own line.

"Perfect," he said as he smiled at her. "So if all goes well, we should have your new line in our stores on June 6th and online June 15th."

She nodded her head agreeing with him as she wrote it all down in her notes needing to discuss things with Sam.

"I'll make sure the parcels are shipped before the end of May. That way you'll have enough time to set up displays and things of that sort."

"Alright, I think that's the gist of it all. Did you have any questions for me?" David asked her.

"I don't," Evelyn shook her head. "Everything has been answered already."

"So you'll get back to me tomorrow after you meet with your assistant and we will get everything handled by then. Evelyn, it's always a pleasure talking to you."

"You as well," she smiled at him. "Talk soon, David."

***

"So what d'you think?" Evelyn asked Samantha as she bit her fingernails as Samantha looked over the paperwork and the logistics. "Does it all look good?"

Sam studied the paperwork that had been faxed over. It was all in accordance to everything Evelyn and David had discussed over on Skype.

"I believe so, yes," Sam agreed nodding her head. "Besides, we all trust David, he hasn't done anything to prove otherwise. I'd say go for it."

"Okay," she let out a sigh of relief never having really doubted David in the first place. "Let's do it."

***

Evelyn lied.

She didn't have work today. She just used it as an excuse to wallow in self-pity and stupidity.

Technically, she did have work. She was working from home having Skype calls with the CEO of H&M and Anthropologie about how to work in her Spring 2007 line into their stores.

She had received at least three calls from William so far and it was only twelve o'clock. Sighing as she listened to the third.

"Hey Eve," his voice sounded exhausted. "Did something happened last night? Or did I say something wrong? Please call me back so I can try to fix it."

"Will rang for me today asking about you. Wondering if you're okay. Are you okay?" her sister asked startling her at first, not realising she was in the room.

"I'm fine," Eve mumbled.

"Obviously not," a snort came out from Vivienne. "You want to talk about what happened?" Evelyn glared at her sister. "Or what didn't happen?"

"Nothing happened..."

"Okay, I'll tell you what happened," Evelyn decided after a few moments of silence giving in and wanting to discuss it with somebody. "Well, I met his brother Harry last night, which I think was a shock to the both of us as I don't believe he thought he would be coming over. Anyway, he asked if he were interrupting anything and Will just replied with 'no, we're just having dinner.'"

"Oh, come off it," exclaimed Vivienne. "That's what's got your knickers in a twist?"

"I knew I shouldn't have told you," Evelyn cried out embarrassed for her actions as she hid her face in her hands as her sister laughed quietly.

"Oh Eve, that's not what I meant, sorry. What I meant was I don't think Will meant it as that. I think it was something said and that was your perception of it all. I don't believe he meant any harm by his comment at all."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," Evelyn said shrugging her shoulders looking up at her sister. "Why would he want to date me anyhow? Think about it. I've just come out of a relationship, being engaged no less. I would not be the type of girl he brings home."

"It's like that saying," Vivienne said to her sister after she finished explaining everything that happened the other night.

"What saying?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she drank warm water with lemon.

"You know," she began. "The one mum used to always say to us when we were younger. One step forward two steps back. Just when we would be making progress on something we did we chickened out and decided to back out. But mum would always talk some rightful sense into us and sort us out. We ended up finishing it in the end."

"I am not backing out," Evelyn spoke up getting annoyed at her sister.

"Oh really? Is that what you call it? Hm, that's odd. What are you so afraid of, Evelyn?"

"I'm afraid of getting hurt again, all right?!"

"So what? Are you just going to not date anyone? Are you going to stop seeing Will just because of that? You can't live like that, Evelyn!"

"Why not? It works out better this way. I mean he's said it himself that he doesn't want his relationship to end up like his parents."

"Yeah, but at least he's trying! At least he's opening himself up and becoming vulnerable."

"Can we stop talking this and William?" Evelyn grew frustrated again. "If you like William so much why don't you date him?" she shouted feeling frustrated with her emotions.

Vivienne open and closed her mouth shocked at her sister. Ultimately deciding it was best to leave the room and she closed the front door quietly as she left. She knew she probably pushed her sister too much but she was only trying to get Evelyn to see what was right in front of before it was too late.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

***

Deciding to get out of the apartment as well, Evelyn grabbed her laptop, mobile and other necessities leaving the door locked on her way out. She drove to a little café that had free wifi.

"You decided to meet up today, aye?" That familiar British accent woke her up out of the work that she had been doing, startling her even.

"Oh, sorry, Tom," Evelyn spoke guilty as she looked at the man sheepishly.

His blonde hair was slightly long and curly as he had just gotten done filming his new movie, Unrelated. She couldn't wait to see it as she had heard him talk about it so much and she was proud of her good friend.

"Hi Tom," she smiled at him getting out of her chair as she hugged him. Peeking over his shoulder, she spotted the camera.

"I see you brought your friends along," she pointed out the paparazzi without looking at them smiling up at him instead.

"Ah, well, you see, I can never seem to get rid of them. They follow me everywhere I go," he shrugged his shoulders so casually as though it rolled off the tip of his tongue. Like he had to constantly say it, and maybe he did, Evelyn thought.

"Oh shush, you," she playfully pushed him rolling her eyes at the actor.

"So what have you got?" he asked pointing at her drink.

"A latte, would you fancy anything?" she asked as she looked up from her drink that had a design of a heart on top.

"Sure, but I can get it. You sit."

"Tom, it's my treat. Really. I asked for you to meet me here."

"That doesn't mean I can't buy my own things," he pointed out staring at the woman who had been his good friend for years now. "I'll be back."

She shook her head with a smile on her face, thankful they were still good friends even after all these years. Evelyn had decided to wear a letter print waist shirt dress that day as her hair was loosely curled and no makeup on. She had decided to wash it off after her business meeting with David, finding it pointless to do since she was only meeting with a friend. Tom came back with his latte and a scone as well.

"So, how've you been?" He asked her after he took a sip of his latte warming up his hands a bit as he rubbed them together to cause some friction.

"I've been all right. Busy but good busy. How was filming the last bit of your movie?"

"Oh, it was great fun. We all remain close still."

"Brilliant! Happy for ya that you finished it off. Is Shannon going to be your date to the premiere?"

Shannon Valentine was Tom's girlfriend of three years. She was an actress and had gone on plenty of holidays with Eve and the two were good friends.

"Of course! I'm pretty chuffed to see her soon it's been a couple weeks."

"It's been a couple weeks for you but a month for me!" Evelyn exclaimed. "We have to all get together soon."

"We will have to set something up, I'm sure. I know she misses you. She asks about you constantly, must say I'm a bit jealous sometimes."

"You afraid she'll leave you for me one day?" she teases making him laugh out loud drawing attention to the duo.

"I've missed this," Evelyn tells Tom with a sigh.

"I have too," he smiles sincerely at her. "We'll have to set up a holiday with all of us soon."

***

"Where'd you go?" Vivienne asked as she heard the door close seeing her sister.

"Out. Met up with Tom. You?"

"Out," Vivienne shrugged her shoulders. "Went shopping on Dover Street."

Dover Street was Vivienne, Eve's and their mum's favourite place to shop as it had all of the high street luxury brands. They didn't shop their often -- but when they did, they bought only what they absolutely loved. Only now had she seen the bags Vivienne was holding.

"I'm sorry," the two sisters blurted out at the same time having a good chuckle at the end.

"I'm sorry -- I shouldn't have said that to you," Evelyn spoke up. "I know I completely overreacted with William but the truth is I think I'm trying to find any reason to stop my feelings for him from going any further than friendship."

"But why?" Vivienne asked confused as she sat down next to her sister. "I guess I just don't understand. I know that you're worried about your past but you don't know what the future will hold. None of us do. But if you push him away even further I'm afraid you might not even be friends then at that point because the damage will already be done. But let's just say that you and William do eventually date, which I hope you do, everyone has a past. Bloody hell, have you met his family?" Vivienne asked with sarcasm as the two girls giggled again.

"Will you call him back and let him know your feelings?" Vivienne asked her trying persuade her to reach out to the man.

"I can't," Evelyn's voice cracked. "Not until I sort things out."

"Well just think about it," she patted her arm and left the room leaving her in her thoughts.

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