#emma my deepest secret

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Manhwa Title: My Deepest Secret

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[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Emma Wilson from My Deepest Secret, who has an unspecified trauma disorder and personality disorder

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a girl looking over her left shoulder. She has long blond hair in a pony tail and brown eyes. She is wearing a white sweater with blue stripes, under which she is wearing a plaid shirt. She has a dark grey bag over her left shoulder.]

[sunsetkerr]

SAMMY'S GIRL (ii) | s.kerr

summary: MORE headcanons on your relationship with sam, read part one here.

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: getting out lots of little headcanons because they're just so much fun to do. sammy's girl is my favourite of all my girls (completely bias, sorry) but if you want to see what other 'wags' are in my lil universes, check out my masterlists!! each 'wag' is also going to get their own tag, so check those out for little file facts, or ask questions/send thoughts so we can add to them all!! lots of love

as previously established, you’ve grown up with sam right

you’ve known her through every little phase and every weird obsession she’s ever had

you know her deepest secrets and she knows yours

its honestly quite jarring because you both know each other better than you know yourselves

you’re not at sporty as sam, only relaly dabbling in school netball for carnivals and stuff when they needed extra girls

but sam would try and include you as much as she could in all aspects of her career

if she was having a solo gym day, or just going on a walk

guess whos coming with!?!!!

its you!!!!!!

if she wants a swim at the beach for recovery

she is making sure that you tag along

(not just to see you in your bathers, its for recovery, have some professionalism please)

sam has spent half of her life without you and having to settle for seeing you through a screen

so once you’re in london with her permanently, she is making the most of that

she needs to shower? you’re passing her body wash

she’s hungry? shes making two servings and you’re eating with her

she wants a coffee? youre heading to your favourite spot

you are always around

and sam isn’t having it if you’re not

when she does have to go away?

youre getting texts from guro, erin and millie complaining about her

‘omg she wont shut up about you’

‘if sam doesn’t stop talking im gonna clock her y/n, i won’t be held responsible for my actions’

‘she’s at a new level of pathetic, please come get your girl’

but they understand, they love you too

the entirety of the chelsea squad know you’re at every game

they have a dedicated seat for you in the family and friends section

everyone is away that it’s your seat

millie’s fiancée wards people away from it

he once had to face the consequences of sitting in your seat

he wouldn’t wish an angry emma hayes or sam kerr upon anyone

but its not all about sam

she is just your biggest cheerleader

you were able to finish your degree online and were lucky enough that your credentials in australia carried over to the uk 

so you started working there

im picturing sports journalism???????? you were forced to be around sport your entire life that it kinda just became a natural thing

you were so well-informed on so many different sports it was crazy

sam loved plugging anything you were writing

you posted a new article? she’s sharing that shit on her instagram story

you won an award for a piece? she’s at the ceremony

you’re working overtime to get a project finished? she’s ordering you dinner to the office

as much as sam is a professional and very famous athlete

she’s still just sammy to you

and she’s never forgotten that

but to her, you are the best thing to ever happen to planet earth

and she makes sure that everyone knows

living with sam is lots of fun

you relish in all of the time you get to spend together

call it making up lost time

sure, she leaves her stuff everywhere

but you’re guilty of that too

you still hold each other accountable

‘sam you didn’t do the dishes’

‘okay and you didn’t hang out the laundry’

‘… fair enough’

making dinner together is just chaotic 

sam can only cook breakfast, she excels at smashed avocado

so she really lets you take the reins on dinners 

she succumbs to the sou-chef life

you force her to watch movies with you

she argues and says that tv shows are better

(even though you know she’s completely invested in whatever film you’ve chosen)

you have a little brother who just idolises sam

and he has since the day he was born

he was a classic accident child, a real surprise for your parents

but watching him grow up was just the best

hes the biggest women’s soccer fan you know

he’s up-to-date on all of the woso drama

definitely can tell you the entire timeline and drama of the mcfoord relationship 

so when he’s old enough

sam flies him over to the uk all the time

he just loves sam so much

he wears her jersey to every game, saying he doesn’t want anyone elses

(maybe maccas, but that’s a different story)

and sam is estatic to have him there

definitely walks out with him as her mascot on multiple occasions

sam isn’t super touchy feely in front of others

but when shes drunk, she can’t help it

she just wants to hold you and she doesn’t care who’s around to see it

sam really loves watching men at bars or in clubs try to hit on you

just to go and ruin their fun

it’s her favourite pastime really

sam’s extra sappy and clingy when tired

after a big night or a tiring game, she wants to curl up next to you and have you hold her until she falls asleep

sometimes it’s a foreign feeling for you

sam is almost always the big spoon

so you really drink in the feeling whenever she feels vulnerable enough to let you hold her for a change

sam is also extra attentive when you’re not feeling well

she’s so doting and always checking in on you

if shes around, you’re being waited on hand and foot

‘are you okay? do you have a temp?’

‘let me get you some water’

‘i don’t like the sound of that cough, y/n’

if she’s away for a game, your phone does not stop ringing

she’s always texting when she has a spare minute 

and if she has more than ten minutes to spare, she’s calling you to see how you are

sam just adores you

the fans adore you even more

the amount of tiktok edits of you and sam are crazy

the one of you in the stands after her goal against england in the world cup went viral

the way you jumped out of your seat and almost threw yourself over the barrier was on the news the next day

the clip continuing as sam ran over to your section, as you both shouted in celebration to each other

or the clips in the matildas doco series of the two of you

the lesbians went feral for that shit

everyone wants what you have

everyone wants you

you are that bitch

sam knows it too

and she’s not afraid to let people know just who you are

because you’re hers 

forever and always

[tibby]

i think it's partly bc of rerecording her albums and having fans love the vault tracks that she now feels she cant leave anything on the cutting room floor just in case

i definitely think that's part of it, but - and i say this as someone who likes a majority of the vault tracks - i think it was a good thing that they were initially left on the cutting room floor. including them originally would have detracted from what the albums were trying to say.

speak now and 1989 are the best examples of this. the point of speak now was two things: taylor wanting to prove she could do it on her own, and each song referencing a specific person or scenario. with the exception of when emma falls in love (the weakest of the lot imo) and castles crumbling (which has a feature), the SNTV vault tracks are more...vague in who/what they're about. and sure, if they'd been released on the original album with the secret messages we might have more context, but that isn't something we can say for certain. speak now is the only album that's about multiple people and we can pinpoint who or what each song is referencing (except maybe sparks fly which was included for the fans, and haunted but that could be because i've never cared enough to investigate if it's about john or joe).

as for 1989, i think the vault tracks are definitely stronger than some of the songs that made the cut (as much as i love WTNY and HYGTG, they're not her best work), but i don't think they would have fit into the story she was trying to tell. whether taylor successfully made an album that is about independence and not love is up for debate, but she claims that was her intention. IION and say don't go aren't great fits for that story, especially since it was one she was trying to tell within the secret messages.

i think red's biggest problem is that it was already too long of an album (which is also part of speak now's problem). i think the red vault tracks fit the theme of all the varying degrees of love, but red TV clocks out at over two hours. it's possible that forever winter in particular was too raw a song to release at the time (has she played it live yet? i haven't kept up with eras tour that much).

and while i love the fearless vault tracks, i do wonder if including them would have earned it less acclaim. they're good songs, but fearless is by far her most polished album imo. even the deluxe tracks, which i also adore, kinda take away from how well rounded the standard album is. it's very possible it's only capped at 13 tracks because cds back then could only hold so much, but i also think that it was a better decision for the marketing of the album itself.

but now, with ttpd and the eight million versions of midnights, it's harder to find the good shit because it's surrounded by so much filler. and yeah, part of it is that some of the songs on those albums are just...not good (bejeweled my deepest enemy), but i think a culling would have greatly benefitted them. ESPECIALLY with ttpd. taylor's always been songwriter who releases stuff that could be diary entries, but at least before it was like...you at least edited this. now it just seems like we're getting every single journal entry as is. and it's tiring. 31 songs is too much. hell, 16 songs for lover was too much.

ultimately i think it comes down to the fact that she no longer gets any push back from the people she works with, and fans are both willing to accept quantity over quality and (for many swifties, but not all) there's just a refusal to criticise her work at all. and i think taylor's desire to constantly release new content (which i think is a combination of a constant need for relevancy combined with the fact she's always writing) combined with being surrounded by yes men and adoring fans is impacting her work negatively. which has been the case since lover if not earlier, but i think midnights/ttpd are her most glaring examples of it.

anyway lmao sorry this got long. sorry for never being on here and then finally showing up to have opinions about taylor swift. do you guys still think i'm hot.

[ultimate-fucked-up-ship-tourney]

Already got a list of the ships for the ULTIMATE fucked up ship tournament done. Hopefully will start it in two weeks or so. This is a list of the ships:

1. The Darkling and Alina, The Grisha Trilogy

2. Batman and The Riddler, The Batman 2022

3. stu and billy from scream

4. Vriska and Terezifrom homestuck

5. light and l from death note

6. Dirk Strider and Jake English from Homestuck,

7. Vio and Shadow Link from the Four Swords manga

8. Emilio Murkmere x Tobias Schenien from Ghost Eyes

9. Oswald x Ed from Gotham

10. Anna Croft/ Yu Junghyeok (orv)

11. Dimitri/Edelgard - Fire Emblem Three Houses

12. Will Graham and Hannibal, Hannibal

13. yoonbum x sangwoo, killing stalking

14. Starscream and Megatron, from the Transformers franchise

15. Mukuro Ikusaba/Junko Enoshima from Dangan Ronpa

16. Ladd Russo and Lua Klein from Baccano!

17. Daida and Miranjo from Ousama Ranking

18. Shizuo and Izaya from Durarara!!

19. theresa x otto, honkai impact

20. dorian x fem! inquisitor, dragon age

21. renee x huey from baccano

22. nanami x touga, revolutionary girl Utena

23. madoka and homura, puella magi madoka magica

24. (Ronan Lynch x Joseph Kavinksy) - The Raven Cycle

25. Seishirou and Subaru from Tokyo Babylon/X

26. Misaki/Satou, Welcome to the NHK

27. Bakugou and Deku (My Hero Academia)

28. Akito and Shigure, Fruits Basket

29. House and Wilson, House MD

30. Scarlet and Chase, I’m the Grim Reaper

31. Jong-woo and Moon-jo, Strangers from Hell

32. Moon-young and Gang-tae, It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

33. Medea and Helio, Your Throne

34. Celty and Shinra, Durarara

35. Akira and Ryo, Devilman

36. Yoshino and Kirishima, Raise wa Tanin Ga ii

37. Chateau and Ryang-ha, Love of Kill

38. Satoko and Shinpei, Hotaru no Yomeiri

39. Clarice and Hannibal, Silence of the Lambs

40. He Yan and Fu Shenxing, Who is the Prey

41. Cain/Owen from Promise of Wizard / Mahoyaku

42. Texas/Lappland from Arknights.

43. Jeongmin and Siyun, Dreaming Freedom

44. Han Chae-ah and Park Yunsu, Trapped

45. akane kurashiki/junpei tenmyouji from zero escape

46. Juri/Shiori (from Revolutionary Girl Utena)

47. Jackie/Shauna, Yellowjackets)

48. Cassandra/Rapunzel from the Tangled series

49. Damien and Elena from vampire diaries

50. Kristoph/Phoenix, Ace Attorney

51. Juice and Chibs, Sons of Anarchy

52. Utena/Anthy from the anime Revolutionary Girl Utena.

53. Cutthroat x Swindler, from Akudama Drive.

54. Yuno Gasai x Yukkiteru Amano from Mirai Nikki

55. Sal/Syakesan x Wadanohara from Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea.

56. Jeremy and the SQUIP, Be More Chill

57. Ian Grimm and Poppy Li, Mythic Quest

58. Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis De Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire

59. fuuma and kamui from clamp's x/1999

60. Victor and Eli, Vicious

61. Elisabeth and Der Tod, Elisabeth

62. Rudolf and Der Tod, Elisabeth

63. Veronica Sawyer and J.D, Heathers

64. Akechi Goro × Persona 5 protagonist (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya)

65. Hondomachi and Fukuda, ID: Invaded

66. Harley Quinn and the Joker, DC

67. Christine and Erik, Phantom of the Opera

68. Lisa Reisert and Jackson Rippner, Red Eye

69. Valeta and Reinhart, I Failed to Oust the Villain

70. Light Yagami and Misa Amane, Death Note

71. Sumire and Hakubo, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

72. Mika Harima and Seiji Yagiri, Durarara!!

73. Emma Wilson and Yohan Lee, My Deepest Secret

74. Sarah and Jareth, Labyrinth

75. Addie LaRue and Luc, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

76. Ja Yoon and The Nobleman, The Witch, Part One: Subversion

77. Makima and Denji, Chainsaw Man

78. Kyoko and Katsuya, Fruits Basket

79. Mrs. De Winter and Maxim, Rebecca

80. Mutsuki Tooru and Urie Kuku, Tokyo Ghoul

81. Victor and Elizabeth, The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

82. Constanta, Magdalena, and Alexei and Dracula, A Dowry of Blood

83. Ha-im and Geunhu, Never Ending Darling

84. Frank Cotton & Julia Cotton - Hellraiser (1987)

85. Yuki Cross & Kaname Kuran, Vampire Knight

86. Johann and Sasha, The Double Agent

87. Sian and Yul, Secret Alliance

88. Charlize and Dylan, The Taming of the Tyrant

89. Lin and Dosung, 340 Days

90. Makishima Shougo & Shinya Kougami from PSYCHOPASS.

91. Charlotte Willmore x Lizzie Wells, from The Perfection (2018).

92. “Hikaru”/Yoshiki from The Summer hikaru Died,

93. Dolph Laserhawk x Alex Taylor from Captain Laserhawk

94. Dolph Laserhawk x Rayman from Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix

95. Yuuji Itadori x Mahito from Jujitsu Kaisen

96. (luo binghe x shen qingqiu) from scum villain's self saving system.

97. Heaven Official's Blessing. Ships He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan.

98. Ives and Boyd from Ravenous 1999

99. Eve and Vilanelle, Killing Eve

100. Sephiroth/Cloud (FF7 Compilation)

101. Clary and Jace from the Mortal Instruments

102. Rika Sasaki/Yoshiyuki Terada, Cardcaptor Sakura,

103. Veralidaine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalín, from the Immortals Quartet

104. Eli/Oskar, Let the Right One In (2008).

105. Lavan Firestorm/Kalira, Brightly Burning

106. Lapis/Jasper (Steven Universe

107. PearlescentMoon/SMajor, the Life Series

108. Christine/Erik (Phantom Takarazuka)

109. The Brain/Julia (Animaniacs 2020)

110. Sterek, Teen Wolf

111. Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard, The Magnus Archives

112. Fyodor and Nikolai, Bungo Stray Dogs

113. Beatrice and Battler, Beabato, from "Umineko”

114. Father Paul/Riley Flynn; Midnight Mass

115. Edward Teach/Izzy Hands; Our Flag Means Death;

116. Batman/Joker

117. Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia - The Borgias

118. Dean/Sam Winchester from Supernatural

119. Vegas/Pete (Kinnporsche: The Series)

120. Hitori Uzune and Nanaki Kazuaki from Hatoful Boyfriends.

121. Lanze/Bluepool and Anan from Beauty and the Beasts

122. Blade and Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail

123. Spike and Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

124. Isaac and Finn, I’m Dating a Psychopath

125. Lenore and Annabelle, Nevermore

126. Estelle and Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady

127. Layla and Matthias, Cry or Better Yet Beg

128. Hyuna and Luka, Alien Stage

129. Karuto and Lily, Dear my Living Dead

130. Andrew and Ashley Graves, Coffin of Andy and Leyley

131. Lydia Deetz/Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

132. Harrow and gideon from gideon the ninth/Locked Tomb

133. Cathy x Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

134. Felix x Ollie (Saltburn)

135. Grace Chastity x Max Jaegerman, Nerdy Prudes Must Die

136. Mikoto and Haijin, Tsuiraku JK to Haijin Kyoushi

137. Eucenielle and Tes, I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

138. Claire and Balt, The East Wind of the Altas

139. Usui and Misaki, Maid Sama

140. Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive, Black Butler

141. Dabi x Hawks from My Hero Academia

142. Alice “Daisy” Tonner/Basira Hussain, The Magnus Archives

143. Naruto and Sasuke, from Naruto

144. Byleth Eisner / Jeritza von Hrym from fire emblem three houses

145. Akira x keisuke from togainu no chi (nitro+chiral game)

146. Lucy Gray Baird and Coriolanus Snow, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

147. Elias and Chise, The Ancient Magus Bride

148. Gendo and Yui Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion

149. Punpun and Aiko, Goodnight Punpun

150. Sang-hyun and Tae-ju, Thirst

151. Hawa and Adam, The Guy Upstairs

152. Satoru Fujnuma and Gaku Yashiro, Erased

153. Root and Sameen Shaw, Person of Interest

154. The Doctor and the master, Doctor Who

155. Juliette and Warner, Shatter Me

156. Ich and Mrs Danvers, Rebecca das Musical

157. Kokichi Ouma and Shuichi Saihara, Danganronpa V3

158. Roxy and Velma, Chicago

159. Griffith and Guts, Berserk

160. Creed and Train, Black Cat

161. Torso and Mutsuki, Tokyo ghoul

162. Vash and Knives, Trigun

163. Sweeney Tod and Mrs Lovett, Sweeney Tod

164. Kuroi and Mashiro, Thou Dhall Not Die

165. Amy and Nick, Gone Girl

166. India and Charlie Stoker, Stoker

167. Pig and Runt, Disco Pigs

168. Anakin and Padme, Star Wars

169. Chloe and Kairos, I Shall Kill That Sweet Devil

170. Jung and Seol, Cheese in the Trap

171. Anthy and Akio Ohtori, Revolutionary Girl Utena

172. Feyre and Rhysand, A Court of Thrones and Roses

173. Lelouch and Suzaku, Code Geass

174. Mikiya and Shiki, Garden of Sinners

175. Gatsby and Daisy, The Great Gatsby

176. Ivan and Till, Alien Stage

177. Sylar and Elle Bishop, Heroes

178. Helena and Demetrius, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

179. V and Rika, Mystic Messenger

180. Yukari and George, Paradise Kiss

[nthflower]

That issue where Emma and Scott just explain how awful people they are and their darkest deepest secrets to each other is so good.

Emma is like "I pushed jean to dark phoenix, I betrayed my students, I did awful things to Laura to make her leave, I failed wither, I joined Norman's cabal, I killed my own sister using death of my students as a excuse because actually I saw in her myself because I am an evil evil person who uses children for my own gains and ego."

And Scott is like " I formed a secret assassination squad behind everyone's back for doing dirty work but it backfired so badly it hurt X-Men more than it helped, I caused lots of meaningless violence in the name of greater good but it was all lies, I think of terrible horrible things using the worst pains we faced as weapons to my enemies, three of our kids kidnapped and i tell nobody because just keeping things secret and just send them to another mission, I am the worst of worst person now just to keep the name of X-Men clean."

And both of them later are like " NOOO you are so wrong you did this for children/mutantkind I am the real evil one noooo" and kissed. Wonderful. Then they were also like "avengers X-Men they can all hate us if they learn but we have each other and we love each other who cares it's us Vs the world. I will trust and love you forever and ever evil or good."

They learned nothing now and just made each other feel good about some real awful shit they actually did and I love them. Being toxic together and loving each other no matter what. With zero secrets. They love each other so much they can accept every behaviour the other one did. And tell everything without any fear to each other. Unfortunately everything includes lots of murder and child abuse.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x6 Ariel

(Source)

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 710

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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Emma stood on the precipice.  Did she stay, or did she move forward?

The last few minutes had been…a lot.  She’d been on Neverland all of six days–she assumed.  It was hard to keep track of the time in a place where the sun never rose or set, but they’d at least slept five times since arriving–and in that time, if she’d learned anything, it was that Pan was a sadistic little shit, but Echo Cave was on an entirely new level.

Reveal your closest held secrets or let Neal die.  That had been the choice.  Her parents and Hook had chosen to save Neal.

And while she questioned whether their secrets were truly their darkest, they had been doozies.   It would take her some time to process the fact that her mom wanted another kid so that she had a chance to be a parent or that her dad had almost died from dreamshade poisoning and can never leave the island.

And then there was Hook.  Emma didn’t want to admit it, even to herself, but when his secret was, in essence, an admission that he’d fallen in love with her, her heart had given a quick swoop and then begun to pound.  There was no denying the attraction between them–it would be laughable to even try after that kiss (gods could that man kiss!)--but love, well she wasn’t nearly ready to go there.

Their collective secrets had succeeded in building a bridge to Neal’s cave, and now it was up to Emma.  Could she do this?  Could she admit to Neal the secret that had immediately popped to mind the moment Hook had told them the rules of this stupid place?  Shame burned inside of her for even thinking it, but she hadn’t been happy when she’d heard that Neal was still alive.  

No, it was worse than that.  She’d hoped it was a lie; hoped it was all just another of Pan’s games.  When she thought about Neal, there were so many feelings that welled up–love, anger, pain, even fear.  Oh not fear that he’d hurt her, at least physically, but fear that just being near him would force her to relive some of the worst moments of her life.

There was a part of her that still loved him; probably always would.  When they were together and happy, he’d made her feel like she mattered, something no one else in her life to that point had ever done, and for that, he’d always hold a special place in her heart.

But she knew that love was not enough.  What he’d done had scarred her so badly, she could never go back to him.

Her mom seemed to think she should; had spent the last day, in fact, acting as though she believed Neal was Emma’s True Love or something, and that the only thing holding Emma back was her fear that she couldn’t get him back.  Every conversation with her had been like a twist of the knife to Emma.  She’d just wanted to forget Neal, forget everything, and as much as she hated herself for feeling this way, it had felt like his death had given her the chance to do just that.

Now…well, now she had to make the same choice her parents and Hook had made–the choice to make herself vulnerable and face her deepest secret.  A part of her wanted to turn tail and run out of the cave as fast as her legs would take her, Neal be damned, but she knew she couldn’t do that.  She had to face him; had to tell him the truth; had to hope somehow, someway the truth would set not only him but her free.

She took a step forward, and then hesitated once more.  She looked back seeking–well, she didn’t know exactly what she was seeking.  She caught Hook’s gaze, and he gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod.  That nod seemed to say more than an entire soliloquy could have. Go on Swan; you can do this. I’m behind you all the way.

She felt a renewed strength, a renewed determination, and with that she turned back around.  As hard as it would be, she knew what she had to do.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[ohmightydevviepuu]

imperfect boys. perfect ploys. (this is a song about tragedy) [4/6]

“My ‘story’ is that I left a fucked-up situation and it kind of fucked me up,” he’d said.  But it was the way he’d said it, like it hadn’t broken him.  Like it was just a fact. But Emma’s life was a story, too.  A fucked-up situation that had kind of fucked her up.  She wasn’t that kid anymore.  Confidence could be learned.  And maybe—maybe—she wasn’t broken, either. Not if she picked up the pieces.  Not if she told herself a new story.  About who she was.  About what she wanted.  Roots, family, friends, a sense of the familiar—these did not have to be fairy tales. “You owe it to yourself,” Mary Margaret said. “Happy endings always start with hope.”

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S3 post-neverland canon divergence. 20k of no-curse renaissance.

read it on AO3

to @wistfulcynic and @thisonesatellite who sat with me while we daydreamed on a hilltop in cornwall on the summer-iest summer day england has ever seen. it took me eight months but i got there in the end.

thank you to @shireness-says for time and feedback and kindness to the IAS @spartanguard @optomisticgirl @idoltina @initiala @thejollyroger-writer @phiralovesloki for always giving me a cheer when i needed it

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twelve. 'what the kiss exposed.'

He could have told himself it was an hallucination.

After all, Killian had been three sheets to the wind when he’d seen Pan.  He could easily have imagined the exact combination of deepest sorrow and biggest nightmare conjured by the idea of Neal Cassidy being alive.  Only he knew Pan far too well to tell himself that.  The demon was many things; unfortunately, he was rarely a liar.  Why bother, when the truth was a far more potent weapon?

Thus, and so:  Neal sat at the other end of the cave—doubled over in a cage built for a boy, not a man.  Killan took a deep breath, seeing too late the moment when Emma noticed.  An echo of the same look she’d had when her mother blurted out Neal’s predicament.  The way she’d turned toward him immediately and for the first time Killian had been unsure.  Did she want him to confirm the story? To say that yes, Neal was alive?

Or was she hoping he said no?  That it was just another game?

What kind of man was he?

“I kissed Emma,” Killian said.  He said it to the cave.  To Neal.  To her parents.

To Emma.

It was a game, all right.  But he would play.

“My secret is that I never thought I’d be capable of letting go of my first love.  My Milah.”

Milah had been everything, for so long.  Too long.  Killian knew that now—knew the pain and anger and hate had ossified inside him during his time in Neverland.  He knew it now in a way he never could have before, because he’d left.  Somehow, in doing that, he had started to heal.

He hadn’t meant to.

It was only in coming back to the island that he could see it.

Or maybe it was in coming back with a new goal—save the boy—that clarified things.

Bae’s son.  Milah’s grandson.

Maybe it was the kiss he could still taste on his lips.  Not the first kiss he’d had since he’d lost Milah but surely the first kiss that mattered.  The first kiss that reminded him they could matter.

But villains didn’t get happy endings and all magic came with a price.  Killian had wanted to save Bae, too.  He’d given up his chance then but he could pay the price now and be glad for it, if that’s what it took.  “I never believed that I could find someone else,” he said.  His eyes were on Emma.  Only on Emma.  “Until I met you.”

The walls shook.  The ground shook.  Parts of the path began to materialize but Emma stood stock still, frozen where she stood.  Eyes wide and lips pressed together and face whiter than a sheet, she stood.  She said not a word—though she shuddered bodily as her mother’s confession and then her father’s caused more and more of the pathway to appear until finally it was her turn and she strode, still silent, all the way to the cage.

She still loved him.  Neal.  Killian knew that—had known it from almost the instant they’d met and she’d lied to him.  I’ve never been in love, she’d said, because she wanted it to be true.

Would she admit that—now, here?

Did she have a choice?

The cage surrounding Neal vanished and he hurled himself at Emma, into her open arms.  Together, they stood.  Together, they returned.

“Thank you,” Neal said.  “How—“

“We found your star map,” Killian said, forestalling any additional conversation.  “Can you get us off this island?”

Neal nodded.  “Once we find Henry, I can get us home.”

“Then let’s go get Tinker Bell and retrieve the boy.”  Killian led the way out of the cave with David and Snow close behind him.  Clearly, he was not the only one who had heard too many truths this night.

But then he heard something else.  Something he was probably not meant to hear.

“I’m sorry,” Emma said.

“Don’t be.  Because I have a secret, too, Emma.  I’m never gonna stop fighting for you.  For us.  Never.”

A man who refused to fight for what he wanted deserved what he got.  

But Neal had refused, before.

They both had.  Killian had let Bae go.  He had left the Savior in a cell.

Villains didn’t get happy endings.

So.  What kind of man was he?

thirteen. lunch (iv)

Lunch was fine.

Neal was trying.  Very.  And very hard.  The better part of a week, now, and Emma was starting to wonder how long this would last.  Six days, eleven months, eleven years—or a lifetime.

With Neal, she never knew; all she could do was wait.

She’d loved him.  She loved him.  She really was glad he hadn’t died.  Really.  What she’d said to him in the Echo Cave—well, it had been the truth and she’d said it to save him.

She’d said it to save herself.

And she might not regret it but he sure as shit seemed determined to overcome it, to do better, to Make an Effort.  He’d done everything except apologize.

But then there was this:  Hook and Tink, at the bar.  Emma’s mug was empty because Ruby was back there too, laughing as Hook’s flask went back and forth between the three of them.  Neal was watching—watching Hook—watching Emma watching Hook.

It was the clothes.

He’d changed them.

“You’re not worried about him or something are you?” The tone in Neal’s voice made her wary.  “He’s adaptable.  Obviously.”

“I’m not worried,” Emma said.  “Why would I worry about Captain Hook?”  The coat was gone.  The blazer-style leather jacket was absolutely an improvement, the way the sleek lines flowed over his back and his shoulders, but Emma had so rarely seen him without the coat that it was a shock. 

“You’re not even curious?”

“No,” she said.  “I’ve been kind of busy, Neal.  You know that.  We’re here together every day.  I pick up Henry from school.  We have dinner with my parents on the nights you’re not with your dad and Belle.  Have you even seen him try to talk to me since we’ve been back?”

“No.”  Neal picked up his cup and made a face when it was empty.  “He told me he wouldn’t.”

“What?”  She kept her voice even because she wasn’t surprised.  It hadn’t been scribbled on the rock of a Neverland cave or anything but the fiasco in the Dark Hollow had put the writing on the wall.

“When I talked to him.  You know, about us, and he—” Neal looked up then, his eyes searching for a respite or a refill but Ruby wasn’t there, not today, she was locked behind the bar watching them—the entire diner watching them all over again.  Listening.  

“I’m just wondering why he’s still here, I guess,” Neal said.  “It’s like I said, Em, you have this—this way about you.  It makes people think stuff they shouldn’t.  Believe in stuff they shouldn’t.  Want stuff they shouldn’t.  Makes them want to be a part of something.”

Emma blinked.

And again.

When she could speak she said, “He left me.”  It was the truth—he’d left her in the dungeon.  He’d left her on the docks, too.

But he’d come back.

fourteen. lunch (v)

Lunch was fine—Grilled cheese.  Swish-swish.  Grumpy.  She could do this— but then it wasn’t.  She should have seen it coming.

She should have planned for it.

She was a professional.

But they hadn’t talked about it, her and Neal.  Not about this or about any of the other things.  And definitely no one was saying the ‘m’ word.

Magic.

Regina was at the bar with Tink.  Regina and Tink.  Regina and Tink?  Emma knew enough to know that whatever she’d done to Tink was among the many things Regina didn’t regret.  She also knew it didn’t matter; they’d all gotten home, Tink included.  The Evil Queen and the former fairy were laughing as they talked.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen her in here,” Neal said.

A comment about Neal’s extensive Storybrooke experience died on Emma’s lips only because he was right.  She hadn’t seen Regina in the diner since the queen had pulled them out of the Wishing Well all of those months ago.

Another lifetime.

“What’s she doing here?” Neal said.

“Eating lunch, I guess.”  Emma gestured with her half-eaten grilled cheese.  “We’re supposed to meet up this afternoon.”

“You.  And her?”

Emma shrugged.  “She’s Henry’s mother.”  A thought occurred to her.  “And she’s my grandmother.  Sort of.  I guess.”  Wow, that Thanksgiving dinner would suck.

“And you’re okay with that.”  Neal was incredulous.

“I am.”

“I’m not.”

“Thank goodness you don’t get a say,” Emma said.  “We’re home and together because of her.”

“We’re home because of you.”

“And this is home now?  For you?  You’re staying?”

“My family is here.  Our family is here—”

“—including Regina—”

“And I meant it, Em.  I want to fight for us.”

Emma exhaled.  It was a lot, all of this.  All of these…moments.  She said, “Then we’re not fighting about Regina.”  The noise—the cup as she slammed it down, or maybe the rising pitch of her voice—made half the diner look up.  Including, thank fuck, Regina.  The Evil Queen raised her eyebrow and rolled her eyes and tapped her watch impatiently.

Emma stood.  Carefully.  Slowly.  “I have to go.  Apparently I’m already late for my magic lesson.”

“Your what?”

“Regina is teaching me magic,” Emma said, watching the look on Neal’s face freeze, then vanish.  “We’re meeting up every day to practice and, I don’t know.  Bond.”

“Since when?”

“Since today,” Emma said.  “Forgive me if we needed a couple of days to recover from inter-dimensional travel before figuring out the routine.”

“Do realms count as inter-dimensional travel?  That feels more like a video game thing,” Neal said, and Emma laughed.  Strained.  Forced.

“Ask Henry,” she suggested.  “I’ll see you later.”

Fine.  It was fine.

The bell rang and the door opened as if by magic, but Emma was watching Neal as she tried to walk through and was stopped by six feet of black leather and eyeliner.  The coat was gone, but it was still Captain Hook in front of her:  his uniform, his armor.  The perfect black marks hugging the waterlines of his eyes as he looked at her.

“Whoa.  Beware of lurking pirates.”

He didn’t answer but he did back away as if the impact of their collision had shocked him.

“Miss Swan?” Regina’s voice.  Regina, behind them.  Emma could practically hear the eyebrows accompanying the impatience and the sarcasm.  She looked up; their eyes caught, and held.  His crinkled at the edges with the twitch of his lips.  Hers narrowed as she took him in, top to bottom.

“Miss Swan!”

Hook snapped to attention, holding the door open.  “Your Majesty,” he said.  A gallant bow to accompany the exaggerated drawl.  “Sheriff.”

It was fine.

fifteen. 'i've yet yo see you fail'

I was hoping it meant something.

I believe in good form.

When I win your heart, Emma—and I will win it—it will not be because of any trickery.  It will be because you want me.

I have yet to see you fail.

All of it true.

None of it mattered.

He was a sentimental fool.  And now he was going to die because of it.

Having one’s shadow pulled was not for the faint of heart.  No, not pulled—ripped.  It left no room for thought; not of the past, not for the future.  Bae.  Neal.  Emma.  David.  Liam.  Henry.

There was only agony.

Agony, and failure.

The rest of it only came rushing back as he hit the ground.  Feelings filling in the void left by his failure.

Not hers.  Never hers.  Killian had seen her magic in the Enchanted Forest.  Had seen it repel Cora.  Cora.  And here she couldn’t even light a candle.  Because of them.

He had failed her.  They had failed her—distracted her.  They had put everything in jeopardy.

And the boy.

“We almost lost our shot at capturing the Shadow—and getting the hell out of here—because you two were fighting.  Over a lighter.” 

“It wasn’t the lighter we were fighting over, love,” Killian said.  It came out more defensive than he would have liked.  Less like the apology it should have been.  He was angry—everything he had said, everything that had passed between them—they had kissed.  And it had meant something.

He was sure of it.  

What meant something was that you told us Neal was alive.  That’s what she’d said.  And he’d chosen his friend, just as she had chosen Henry.  The anger faded.  Her only focus right now should be the boy.  Every moment here was another one in danger.  Every moment here was another chance for Pan.  A new game.  With new rules.

Peter Pan never failed.

But neither did Emma Swan, and Killian was tired of playing Pan’s games.  The mission—that was what mattered; finding Henry and getting him home.  That was why he had steered his ship back to Storybrooke in the first place.  Why he had given the heroes the bean and welcomed the Dark One and the Evil Queen and Prince-bloody-Charming on his ship, not because Emma Swan had asked him to but because Baelfire couldn’t.

If Killian was a man of honor, then he needed to honor that first.  No more games.  They would get the boy and get off this rock.  They would find a way.  That’s what heroes did.

Then—and only then—could the fun begin.

sixteen. magic lessons

White smoke.

A tiny curl—not even a puff, and certainly not a poof—but white smoke.   A lit candle.  The power sang beneath her skin.  The flame danced in time with her heartbeat.  Such a simple thing, to light a candle, but every nerve ending in her fingers tingled as she breathed in and out.  

“Hmm,” Regina said.  A noise more than a word.  Emma didn’t like the curve of her eyebrows as she said it, the furrow of the brow.  She didn’t like what came next, either:  “Do it again.”

“But—“ Emma gestured, emphatically, at the smoke.  So what if it was already fading?  The candle still danced when she moved.  “I did it!  And it wasn’t an accident, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Good.  Then do it again.”

Deep breath.  She had signed up for this.  Eyes closed, she reached for the flame, curling her hand around its heat, dimming it until it went out.  Flicked her wrist and focused—

“Miss Swan.”

White smoke.  Again.  Emma turned to Regina.  “I hate it when you call me that.”

“Again.”

“What?”

“Do it again.”

“Come on, that was pretty good!  Are you going to tell me that wasn’t—”

“No.  It was.  I’m sure it will be even better when you do it again.  Miss Swan.”

Steady, even breathing.  Focus.  She breathed in and out, her temper flaring but in check, her anger as fleeting as the smoke.  As she reached for the candle the only thing she felt was magic.  Magic, and rightness.

The flame flickered.  Regina was smiling, if it could be called a smile when her lips were pressed that closely together and her expression was that smug.  No, it wasn’t a smile.  “What’s with the—” Emma waved a hand in the air between them, mimicking Regina’s expression.  The flame flickered with her movement but did not go out.

“I could ask the same of you.”

Emma blinked.  “Huh?  What do you mean?”

“What is going on with you?”

“…nothing?” Emma winced; that had been nearly as convincing as Regina’s smile.

“You forget that I know magic—”

“As if you would ever let me,” Emma muttered.

“—and, as much as I’d rather not, I know you.  Miss Swan.  In Neverland, you were anxious.  Distracted.”

“Distracted?  Our son had been kidnapped by a fucking demon and his army of Lost Boys!”  The flame brightened.

“All the more reason to concentrate, don’t you think?  Magic is about emotion.  Magic is about focusing that emotion.  But you weren’t.  You could barely make smoke, and you could not light a candle to save your life.”

Emma swallowed.  That was—accurate.  “What are you saying, Regina?  Don’t be gentle.  It’s not like you.”

“Something’s happened.  Something’s changed.  The proof is right there.”  She pointed at the candle.  “You’re focused.  Determined.  You’re calm, Emma.  And I just want to make sure that, after everything, you’re not here wasting my time.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“We both know what your precious Neal thinks when it comes to magic,” Regina said.  “He’s terrified of it.  What are you going to say when he tells you to quit?  When he tells you not to trust me?  When he says that he doesn’t trust you, not with this?”

“He’s not my anything,” Emma said, bristling.

“Every day you parade him through that diner with the Charmings hovering in the background, waiting to announce the betrothal—”

The flame exploded, a miniature shower of sparks and black smoke.

“Hmmm.”  The not-smile was back.  “Now fix it.”

Emma’s phone buzzed in her pocket.  She pulled it out—just a text—and exhaled.  Slowly.  Breathing under control.  Because she could.  She could fix it.  She would—“Listen.”  

Regina’s face flashed white but it wasn’t anger.  And then before Emma could blink it was gone as if it had never existed.  

She shoved the phone back into the pocket and said “About Neal—”

Then she stopped.  Regina was right.  They knew each other, whether they wanted to or not.  They were family, whether they wanted it or not.  And what Emma wanted more than almost anything was for that word to mean something.  Something, anything, that would make their fucked-up family tree matter beyond the tangled backstory of a fairy tale—a choice, not an obligation.

So before she said another word Emma squared her shoulders and held her hand out.  The candle flared, shuddering in its soft dance.

“Neal is afraid of his father,” Regina said.  “But let me assure you, Miss Swan, that whatever he thinks of his father, I’ve seen all of it and worse.  I’ve survived all of it.  And worse.”

Emma didn’t say a word.  She didn’t move, or breathe; even the candle stilled.

“I will not allow your deadbeat Lost Boy to turn my son against me, or my magic.  And I don’t think you will, either.  Emma.”  Their eyes met over the flame and they watched as it dimmed.  

The phone rang, and they jumped.  Both of them.  And the time for confidences was over, snuffed—with the flame—in a puff of smoke.

David was calling.  “Dad?”

“Emma.  I need you down at the station.”

“What?  Why?”

“Neal’s here.”  David paused.  “He says he doesn’t know where Henry is.”

“Fuck.”  Emma sighed; David didn’t say anything but the stench of parental disapproval nearly made the phone vibrate.  “Fudge.”

“Just get over here, okay?”  The call ended.  The candle started smoking.  Emma was a professional.  Emma had a plan.  And in that moment, Emma had only one thought in her head as she focused:  Enough.

Poof.

She was gone.  And in her wake was a trail of white smoke.

[clavissionary-position]

Sariel x Emma The Rose That Shimmers Against the Light

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, some suggestive content

Sariel

I greatly anticipate those charged moments: the touch of Emma's hand, so delicate yet sure, caressing memories along my cheek as our day winds to a close and we embark for a more indulgent set of activities.

At times it truly is just a touch. Late evenings often earn me an exhausted finger-graze, her playfulness coming out in the way she's careful to nudge my glasses upward, maybe downward, her meaning as clear as a book snapping shut. This is in contrast to heady afternoons, which might turn her shy and relax her into a ripple of smooth knuckles. Doing this hides the birthmark inside her wrist from my view. But this is easily resolved by detaining her hand and pressing my lips to the skin, already fertile with more kisses than I can remember.

The touch itself, however, has evolved past mere relinquishment of professional barriers. Childish though it may be, I dare say I'd feel less loved were she to stop. The frequency of our kisses may diminish with time and age. Lovemaking faces similar challenges. But Emma's hand against my cheek, my hand against hers, is in itself a sacred vow. When I protect her, I protect this.

And only in that secret admission do I appreciate the breadth of what I've become: of how utterly lost this pitiful devil would be without the woman who braved to share a life with him.

I bloom toward that touch as though I am cultivated for love, and hidden things and trickery seems so far behind me. Yet never could I have imagined that one such bestowment might occur like this.

"You were crying," she whispers. Only the lower half of her face, a swathe of pale neck and the top frills of her negligee, are visible in the narrow band of moonlight. "In your sleep." There is no question on the blossoms of her lips. There is no doubt in the featureless silence of my room that she has made any error. I fear I would believe her even if it was a joke.

It's not though. Wetness clings to my cheek under her hand. For a second I wonder how long she's been holding it there.

Emma has found me in a way I have never found myself.

As such, I am at a loss. An uncertainty rouses in my belly then dips back into that mire to feign sleep. How should I feel? I truly do not know. I have no recollection of my dreams or whatever it was that left me in such a state. There should be nothing lurking in even the deepest dregs of my mind that I've not already made my peace with. Alarm, then. A new liability. Something requiring immediate action.

A hot droplet lands on my bottom lip. I know without the luxury of seeing her entire face. I know it where her palm trembles and tightens and loosens. I smile in the dark and that smile feels a little like a heart breaking.

The uncertainty swells again. It feels wrong, suddenly, to claim that tears are beyond me.

Because...

Am I not human in her eyes?

Emma

I must have joked at some point, about how shocking it would be if Sariel ever cried. I must have joked that it's impossible. I've always carried that naïve fascination with me, in the same heart that endeavors now to be Sariel's sanctuary. That blindness has reached its culmination, and tonight I'm skewered by every possible emotion.

When I wipe his tears, when I kiss away all that I can, I'm begging forgiveness. You're human, Sariel. My arms fumble in trying to embrace him where he lays. I even try, without success, to lift him a little so I can wrap my arms underneath him. So I can place my heart over his and beat in the cadence of his pain. I want to tie myself to him as he sinks because I have oxygen for both of us.

Sariel's chuckle startles me. Almost as much as his tears. "That's so like you." And then I'm on my back and he's straddling me. His palm warm against my cheek. It takes another second for me to realize that his thumb is tracing tear tracks. He's touched me like this countless times, but there's nothing sensual about it here.

Only grace.

This time he is in moonlight and I am in darkness. His smile right now is important. It's every emotion in me uncoiled and spread out as clearly as words on a page. I can't make out his eyes, but I can tell he wants to kiss me and calm me down.

I shake my head and my cheek feels raw where his fingers lift away. "You can tell me anything, Sariel. Or you can tell me nothing. I'm here either way. I'm here with you."

Sariel heaves a sigh. The bed creaks slightly with his shifting weight. I can imagine his brow crinkled in chagrin as though I'm failing to answer an exam question. "There is no need for you to be apologetic." His thumb silences my retort. He massages my lips. "We were both surprised tonight. But I also think we've grown closer as a result."

Ah.

With just those words it's as if he's bundled up my emotions and arranged them into a beautiful bouquet. I bloom for him as though I were cultivated for love.

"I meant what I said though." My bittersweet laugh gets mixed up in my sniffles. I'm glad he can't see my face, but weirdly, I kind of wish he could.

"I know. Thank you. I really do appreciate that." There's an edge of something almost aching, almost profound in his voice. But he won't let me linger on it, because lowers himself then, until his heart is over mine. "But I hope you didn't think I'd simply let you get away with seeing something you shouldn't have."

I cup his face, warm and beautiful under my touch. The birthmark inside my wrist catches moonlight. I smile as his lips draw close.

---- Finalllly finished! Spent a couple days on this one. Thank you for reading! I'm going to feel like a real clown when someone comments that Sariel has in fact wept at some point.

[sapphirebluejewel]

Shoot to Thrill

-Alli feels like her relationship with Johnny is getting boring so she spices things up by texting him racy naked pictures of herself. But when Alli angers Johnny by revealing one of his deepest secrets, Johnny takes vicious revenge by sending the pictures to the entire school. Fiona and Riley warm up to the idea of being a couple but will Riley's past cool their chemistry?

Heart Like Mine(2)

-Coach Carson severely crosses the line when he hires a prostitute for KC. Fiona, feeling lonely and listless, finds her niche when she signs up for the school musical.

Descriptions from IMDb

The Rest of My Life(3)

-Emma and Spinner were pretty drunk last night. And in their haze they got married! As Spinner and Emma face the consequences of their actions, Declan tries to force Holly J and Fiona to make up. Which does not go well as Fiona gets drunk at a party and kisses Declan. Holly J is furious but Declan apologizes to her on live TV. Jane realizes she's not over Spinner and finds out he and Emma are going to get married for real.

[webtoon-related-tournaments]

Mr Brenton is the father of the main character Emma/Emmeline

Abused, beat up, yelled at, assaulted (physically and, implied, sexually), etc, his own daughter while drunk. Then revealed that he was only pretending to be drunk so she would think he was out of his mind when he was doing it and would become normal again once sober, and wouldn't denounce him (which worked for months until the reveal). Heavily implied he had only kept her (vs abandonning her to die in the streets) because she looked a lot like her mother and he wanted to sleep with her when she was older.

Duke Delluah is the father of main character Rue

After he lost his wife and daughter in an accident, he brought in an illegitimate daughter and put a spell on her head so she couldn't 1) tell anyone she wasn't his real daughter 2) tell anyone how badly he had abused her 3) tell anyone he was holding her mother a hostage to pressure her into doing his bidding. Then he married her off to the emperor, who he hated, as a way to keep an eye on the emperor. She cannot because of magic tell the emperor she's still being abused or that she's not who he thinks she is, or, or... etc. He then blackmails her with her mom's health and safety to make her get pregnant, giving her "aphrodisiac" potions to give to the king which were actually poison. He double crossed her at every turn, making sure the emperor had no trust whatsoever in her ("sorry i can't go to my father's place he told me no" "oh yeah haha idk why she doesn't want to see me but i def told her she could" kind of way). He set her up to make it look like she was a traitor so she emperor would just kill her so the duke would have a reason to attack back. When the emperor didn't (not that he didn't want to) the duke sent assassins to kill Rue himself! AND THAT'S NOT ALL!

[mosses-gate-3]

the challenge

nobody asked me to do this but I'm doing it anyway - this one's the Andis edition, I'll post the Salix one right after!! (and Maia if you're reading this I am working on your ask sorry lol)

His name's Andis, he's a half-elf and a spore circle druid, pronouns he/him

favorite weapon: His quarterstaff!! He loves the flexibility of all the different ways to hold it and styles of fighting with it as well as being able to use it outside of combat as a walking stick/tent pole/whatever. Very versatile and wielding it feels like an art form.

style of combat: Like with the quarterstaff, flexibility is something he values in combat, and he's got a range of both up-close and long-range attacks. He does like to use surfaces like ice and acid to his advantage, and tends to favor larger radius spells and bombs.

most prized possession: His magic testosterone locket lol. It's basically the same effects as T, he just keeps it on and changes happen over an extended period of time. Other than that, probably his drum set, though that's in his apartment in Baldur's Gate and not on the quest with him.

deepest desire: To be known, wholly and entirely, for all his flaws, and to be loved in spite of them. To have a strong community and circles of friends. People are very important to him.

guilty pleasure: Pineapple on pizza...

best-kept secret: Not sure if he has many things he deliberately keeps secret - he's never told anyone about a lot of things but I think he just forgets to lol

greatest strength: His ability to make friends and his willingness to support them.

fatal flaw: He's kind of impulsive and tends to rush into things without a proper plan.

favorite smell: The forest when it's about to rain

favorite spell or cantrip: Halo of Spores is a really useful spell as a bonus action, that 1d4 damage goes a long way

pet peeve: People who talk shit about their friends behind their backs for small things and never give the benefit of the doubt. (Okay this is really just my pet peeve. Looking at you, Emma from My Life)

bad habit: Picking at his skin :(

hidden talent: He's surprisingly good at cooking. Gale takes care of most of it but Andy likes to help when he can.

leisure activity: He loves playing the drums and writing music! Also he bakes a lot when he's stressed

favorite drink: Fruit juices and slushies (although I don't know if they exist in d&d really)

comfort food: Matzo ball soup <333

favorite person: His cousin Kate!! She's his best friend, I did make a post at some point with drawings of them :D

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): He really likes touch! Hugging and cuddling with friends is one of the greatest joys in life <3

fondest childhood memory: I also did a post about this - he and his cousins and friends had a little secret hideout in the woods where they grew up.

Is there anything else you'd like to share? (feel free to include art or a screenshot of your Tav if available!): Here's a drawing of the boy + a modern au!!

And his in-game design:

[a-tale-of-legends]

Their conversation dies down with a small chuckle from Jude, their eyes going back to their paper, but the small smile of their face doesn't go away. Dante, however, lingers, staring at Jude with his face leaning into his hand. The conversation they just had still on his mind, he speaks up.

" For what it's worth.....I'm glad to be your rival" Just as Jude looks up from her paper, eyes wide, Dante turns away, his cheeks starting to burn. He continues anyway, " You...you push me to be someone better. Someone who I want to be. And for that, I am eternally grateful."

His face feels like it's going to burn off, and his mind screams for him to not look at Jude, not look at whatever expression he had on their face. Such a confession.....such vulnerability like this was something that both of them are not used to....what he's not used to. Not with Jude. Not with someone he once hated. And yet, despite the possibility to be faced with disgust or worse, nothing, he bashfully looks Jude in the eye - just to see their mouth slightly open on surprise. He can't help but he feel offended. He's given compliments before, has he? How is this any different? .......But he would be lying if this reaction didn't stroke his little ego. Finally, Jude's the one taken off guard.

" I-" Jude breathes- they breath as if they've been holding a breath. Have they? Did his words mean that much to her? " Of course, Dante," he speaks softly, so softly that Dante has to remind himself not to melt under it.

" I....I am grateful for you too," Jude continues quietly, as they weren't already alone and they were sharing their deepest secrets with each other, " I'm glad to have you as my rival too,"

It was getting unbearably hot, dear Xerneas.

" Y-yes, well- ahem," He gets up, every inch of his body itching for him to get out- " I'm glad we're on the same page, uh-" he looks at the clock. It was getting late. How convenient.

" I should- I should head out, it's getting late. Emma needs to do her night watch..."

" Huh?" Jude looks up at the clock, " Oh I guess it is....Mmm. I'll leave when I'm done with this," she decides, and Dante thanks Xerneas for his luck. He would not have survived if they went off together - Arceus, it's getting hot.

"Alright then," Dante says, quickly grabbing his coat, putting it on and making his way out the door. But he stops right at the doorway, feeling some shame in leaving just so abruptly. He looks over his shoulder to give Jude a smile.

" Goodnight Jude. Please don't stay up so late, or I will be telling Shauna,"

He leaves before Jude can reply. He assumed they flipped him off.

He rushes down the stairs and out into the cool streets of Lumiose City, the heat from his face flashing with the air had finally made Dante's nerves calm down. Kinda.

" What was I thinking ?!" He groaning into his hands, dragging them down his face, " 'I am eternally grateful' ?? What?!"

He was going to die. He was! Sure, it was the progress he hoped for between him and Jude's relationship but it was still embarrassing and -

" Little Fawn, it's late, please keep your pinning to yourself" Xerneas' voice echoes into his mind. Suddenly the cool air of Lumiose wasn't as effective.

" You were listening this whole time?!" Dante hissed.

" When you kept thanking me in your head, yes. It's cute that you connect to me when you're panicking, but honestly dear, I think you ought to learn when to not accidentally talk to your legendary, hm?,"

Dante wanted to slam his head into a wall.

[iamsuperbi]

i’m extremely late to this but ah well, here’s my take on all the counselors 1/9

My “The Quarry” HCs (1/9)

Ryan Erzahler

- He/him pronouns but he doesn’t mind it/its.

- He is bisexual, on the aromantic spectrum.

- He has autism.

- Basically raised his little sister Sarah on his own before his grandparents took them in.

- Always assumes the worst out of people until they prove they won’t hurt him, but even then he’s still suspicious.

- He loves listening to Dylan’s music even though it’s not his taste because it makes Dylan happy

- Post-canon, he only follows Kaitlyn, Laura, Abi and Dylan on social media. It’s not until Kaitlyn forces him that he follows the others.

- Growing up his mom was absent and not great when she was there, so he’s always had a small fear of women.

- Absolutely terrified of clowns, will actually shit himself if he sees one.

- Doesn’t get crushes easily and always assumes he just finds them aesthetically attractive.

- Unironically listens to and enjoys Weezer. It is his deepest darkest secret. Not even Sarah knows.

- Chris taught him everything he knows about sailing.

- He loves to do digital art - he and Abi bond over it.

- He had been going to Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp since he was a kid, and was practically raised there.

- Dylan always gives him whatever interesting or pretty rock he finds at the lake, and Ryan always pretends to not care. As soon as he gets to his cabin he puts it into his bag for safekeeping.

- Secretly the funniest guy on Earth but his humor is so dry no one can tell he’s joking.

- Has a tongue piercing, and different cute charms for it that Sarah asked him to get.

- Used to have earrings but forgot to put them back in one day and just never did again.

- Post-canon, he dives into self-defense classes and gun training.

- He hates Jacob lowkey but won’t tell anyone out loud. But he always rolls his eyes whenever he hears Jacob’s voice.

- Wants to start his own podcast but is worried people will find him boring. Finally does it when Dylan and Kaitlyn offer to do it with him.

- Sends really obscure, random shit in the middle of the night to the group chat. It freaks everyone else tf out. Except Laura. She sends the same shit.

- His chat name is ‘resident cryptid’ after Emma called him that once. It’s a badge of honor for him.

- He feels immense guilt over Dylan’s hand, and finds it hard to look at him when he doesn’t have his prosthetic on. This makes him feel even more guilty.

- He’s insecure about his voice because some people like to make fun of how slow he talks. He only feels like he can really speak when he’s around the others.

- Deserves all the hugs. A nice nap maybe. Not a headcanon but still true.

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 10 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 2284 words

Warnings: mentions of death, dangerous situations, drowning

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily.

It was a lovely day. The sun shone through the entire morning until the late afternoon. The air smelled like rose petals as it always did in the beautiful kingdom you had been staying in for the past two weeks. You were occupying yourself with helping Emma learn everything she needed to fit into high society; even how to lie convincingly. It was a shame, to teach her how to lie. It meant taking away some of the goodness that distinguished her pure heart. You wondered whether she noticed the sorrowful look you gave her each time her eyes left you. In truth, you could not be more jealous of her innocence. Her freedom. You laughed at yourself knowing that even if you were in her shoes, he would still be out of reach. At least, in your position, you had the power to protect your kingdom and family.

To your knowledge, Chevalier considered love to be a frivolous feeling, capable only of exposing our deepest weaknesses. You could not argue on that when the sole reason your kingdom was spared from a bath of blood and tears was Gilbert's strange adoration of you. You could argue even less given how you had been walking upon a tightrope ever since you met the Rhodolitian prince, your duty to your people and your love for him pulling you from each side and you did not know which hand would eventually cause you to fall.

You took your tea in the library. An attendant called "Rio" brought it to you, his eyes full of suspicion. You had seen him follow Emma like a stray puppy, so he was probably only curious. You chose a book; you opened it to its 23rd page and took out a small note. It read:

" My dearest love,

I have missed you every day since you left our castle. Your light makes even this ghastly place look beautiful. I am hoping you will return soon. I have lost interest in the girl.

With love,

Gilbert

P.S. Leave your response in F - CLU - 6, p65"

He designated a book for you to leave a letter to him, but you could not think of what to write as a reply. His message was more of a request than a wish, even if it was not expressed like that. You traced your thumb over his last sentence "I have lost interest...", you mumbled. That was not something Gilbert would say, yet it was written in Gilbert's handwriting. Your eyes shot wide. There was no way Gilbert would give up. The only reason for him to request your return or even say such words was that he had found a way to win.

You left your tea as it was and headed to the war faction's office. Chevalier and Nokto were both there, quietly working through a pile of paperwork as they had their tea.

"Did you write this?", you gave the note to Chevalier. It meant that he would discover your way of correspondence if he had not already, but if he was not the author of that letter then Rhodolite was up for bad news.

"No", he frowned as he handled the note. He was sure to have figured out everything about your method of communication; and more.

"That's concerning"

"I agree"

"What is?", Nokto said from his desk.

You had covered your eyes with your hand and did not even notice when Chevalier pushed a cup and plate towards you. You heard the light clink of the porcelain and thanked him with a smile as you poured some tea to calm down. It was frustrating to know that despite your efforts to cover up Belle's existence, Gilbert was not swayed at all, but even more convinced than before.

"It seems Eyepatch intents to use Belle in some sort of ploy against us", said Chevalier.

"But why?"

"He's not convinced she's my aide", you said after a few sips of the delicious sweet beverage.

"He's probably thinking of using her to expose the King's passing to Jade and Benitoite"

"I assume King Highness has expected that", Notko had a nervous smile but a smile nonetheless.

"Naturally", said Chevalier, "For now, take the girl to Benitoite"

You finished your tea and left. You did not want to hear the rest of the conversation. You had warned them; the less you knew about their response the better for your own kingdom. You dismissed all servants that followed you around. You closed the door to your room behind you and let your back slide down until you were sitting on the floor. Nothing worked in your favour. You were not able to fool Gilbert; perhaps it was a lost cause from the start. But you secretly wished Chevalier had written that letter today. You hoped he had discovered the method of correspondence you yourself had proposed and had left a letter like this to you.

No. You could not let yourself be consumed by these thoughts. There were bigger problems to deal with. Belle had been discovered and Gilbert was going ahead with his plan to-

Why should you care indeed. Rhodolite was not your responsibility, and you were putting your own kingdom at risk with your antics. You untied the strings of your gown and placed it on the armchair by your bed. You trusted Gilbert loved you enough to forgive you but there would only be so much he could forgive. Yet you could not abandon a place as beautiful as Rhodolite to the terrors and tragedies of war. Even if there was no Chevalier in the world, these people led peaceful lives that would be threatened by your fiance's actions. And, unlike Istidor, they had not many means of defence.

You leaned against the bathtub as you filled it with water. Tears you did not plan to fall dripped down and mixed with the bathwater. You got in before the tub was filled. Your chemise was soon soaked and stuck on your body. The sound of the water running at your side calmed your nerves. You laid your head back. Your head was buzzing with thoughts; of regret, of fear, of love, of courage. You closed your eyes. Gilbert had treated you nicely, and yet for the first time in the many years you had known him you were desperately wishing him dead.

The warm surface of the water touched your chin. Your eyes opened but you could barely see. You tried to lift your body with your hands but only managed to slip further down. Your legs were not working either. The tea- you thought. You had not drank yours, but the one intended for Chevalier. But wait- he had it as well. That meant he'd be...

You took a final gasp of air before the waters swallowed your body whole.

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Chevalier was still in his office when the words on the papers in front of him began to look blurry. He shook his head to focus but it was not tiredness that bothered him to be cured by such a simple method.

"Annoying", he mumbled.

He took hold of the teapot and opened the lid. The sweet smell of tea overwhelmed him at once but, now that he knew what he was looking for, it was easy to spot the bitterness that it hid. Nightshade. He reached inside his coat and retrieved the antidote to the poison he had drank. He had trained his body to withstand most poisons but even that ability had its limits. His head clear, he was ready to go back to work when a troubling thought came to put all other matters to rest. He run from his office to Nokto's confusion and did not stop until he reached y/n's door.

He knocked. There was no answer. He opened the door. The room was empty. He spotted her finely made dress laying on an armchair . As he approached the carpet underneath him started to sound like the sand where the waves crash. He looked down. It was wet. There was water coming underneath the door to the bathroom. His eyes shot wide. He did not want to open the door but there was no question that he had to. He had encountered war and death and tragedy countless times throughout his life, yet nothing compared to seeing the tub overflowing with water, your body laying at its bottom. He remembered everything in life and yet if one asked him today he would not remember neither how he reached for her, his heart heavy with panic, neither how he laid her down on the wet floor, nor how he desperately resuscitated her until she was coughing up all the water she had taken in. His hands trembled each time he pushed down on her torso, his heart only lightened when she drew breath once more. He laid his head on her shoulder, listening to the beat of her heart.

But the danger was not over yet. He reached inside his coat, but he had no other antidote to give. Fear returned, but he could not let it consume him. He wrapped his coat around her shoulders and took her in his arms.

"Chevalier", she coughed on his chest as he ran outside the room.

"Don't try to talk", he said coldly. It would only rob her of precious oxygen.

"The tea...was poison...ous", she said heavily, "You...you have to...get help...or you'll...you'll die"

Chevalier's hands clenched around her. He held her close as he climbed down the stairs to the infirmary. Why? Why was she only focused on him? She was near death and yet...

He let her down on the bed and scoured through the herbs in the cabinet. The doctor asked him in a terrified voice whether he needed assistance. He barked a list of herbs at him. He was useless when it came to foreign poisons such as this but he could still distinguish calabar beans from regular ones. He crushed them and dilated them with some water so she could get them down in her system. He did not let his body show it, but his heart was holding on to its pieces, dreading y/n's breaths would cease. He dismissed the physician. He held her cold hand, narrowly plucked away from Death's. He stood by her side until her sweating and tachycardia both disappeared. Then, and only then, he relaxed. He touched his forehead to hers and let out a deep sigh. He did not have to whisper his apology to mean it. If he had been just a little bit later she would have-

No. He could not think this way. How could his mind be so cloudy now? Had not the antidote he had made for himself work? But it seemed to have cured y/n's symptoms.

He tensed. There was a light sound of footsteps, hurrying off towards him. He turned just in time to block a black cane coming down upon him. He gazed at Gilbert's furious red eye as the latter was trying to force his cane past Chevalier's hand.

"Princess Y/n!", the jadeian prince cried from the infirmary's entryway.

"This is more than treachery", Gilbert was not smiling as Chevalier expected him to be. He stayed his gaze on Chevalier but addressed Keith, "Your Highness please get someone to restrain the beast"

Reluctantly, the Jadeian prince did as he was told. Gilbert withdrew his cane and ran to take y/n in his arms. "What did you do to her?", he growled.

"I was only trying to save her"

Gilbert held the princess close. "Save her?", he laughed, "You are not capable of saving anyone and I'll prove it to you". He turned to the Second Prince. "Allow me to make a guess", he said, "Someone tried to kill you and you let her get caught in the middle. Again"

Chevalier said nothing. He always looked at Gilbert with hostility, yet it was no longer just because of his disastrous nature. He hated how the tyrant held that wonderful woman so close, yet he could not argue the truth of the words the man uttered.

"It seems I am correct. I wish you well in your efforts to stop me from destroying all you love and worked for", Gilbert's voice came threatening. He walked to the doorway and stopped. His hands were lightly trembling as they held y/n. "You want to know why I did not care if she loved you?", he said, his head turning just enough to look at Chevalier, "Because you could only break her in return. She could never love someone like you for long". He gave Chevalier a smile; a smile of true triumph. "Enjoy your misery", he said and walked away.

And then she was gone. He had taken her. More than that, he had brought the black clouds of war back to Rhodolite. He was sure to turn the entire incident in his favour, parading it as an excuse to destroy Rhodolite and its Second Prince. Chevalier placed his hand on the bed's armrest, where she laid until a few minutes ago. He closed his fist around it until the metal bent under his force. The bastard. Gilbert seemed to love her, but he was simply horrible enough of a person for his ego to prevail over his feelings for her.

Love...

He remembered Gilbert's words. He had said she loved him. Was it true? Was such a thing even possible? He had no idea how precious that love was until he lost it. Would he had fought for it if he knew of its existence? Should he have? Common sense damned all of his actions that brought him and the kingdom to this situation. Yet deep down the only regret he had was not doing more.

[ultimate-fucked-up-ship-tourney]

Propaganda:

Chateau and Ryang-ha; none submitted.

Emma Wilson and Yohan Lee: While she’s at first seen as a victim of a controlling boyfriend, it turns out there was no boyfriend; she’d been harming those who hurt her herself. Yohan doesn’t seem to have much of a problem finding out the girl he likes is quite different than who she truly is, and even helps her avoid being arrested no matter what.