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scoonsalicious · 7 months

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Like A Fairy Tale

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dating Bucky Barnes had been like living a fairy tale, but as he distances himself from you and your relationship, you come to the realization that maybe fairy tales aren't meant to come true.

Warnings: Language to make Steve blush, mentions of alcohol use, implied sex, angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.4k This is my very first posted fic, and I am very nervous but I hope you like it! If I've missed any warnings, please tell me so I can add them. Much love and thanks to my bestie @jmeelee for indulging my obsession and dropping everything to read this when I sent it to her <3 Please pardon any spelling/grammar errors.

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Once upon a time, being Bucky Barnes’ girl had felt like living in a fairy tale. He was everything your younger self had ever dared to dream of in a Prince Charming– attentive, affectionate, kind, and oh, how he made you laugh! You were the envy of all of your friends, the very definition of #couplegoals, and you thanked your lucky stars every night that the two of you had found one another, despite all the odds.

But fairy tales aren’t real.

You weren’t sure exactly when it started, but somewhere in the third year of your relationship, after you’d moved into a handsome brownstone in Brooklyn together, after you’d adopted a fluffy white kitten, Bucky started pulling away from you. The steps that took him from you were small at first– he was taking on more and more missions, opting to stay gone for longer periods of time. Days would go by, and they’d turn into weeks, then a month or two at a time would go by where you wouldn’t see him.

At first, it hadn’t been terrible– Bucky had always made sure to contact you each and every day. A video call whenever he could, a phone call or text when he couldn’t, but slowly, so slowly you barely noticed, the calls stopped coming all together. Sure, he’d answer when you called him… when he could, which wasn’t always possible on a mission, and you hated acting needy and taking him away from his work, so eventually, you stopped reaching out, too.

When he was home, you were like ships passing in the night. You always offered to take time off of work so you could spend some time with him before he was set to head out again, but he never wanted you to jeopardize your career on his account. Your reunions would always be passionate, but short-lived, a few hot and heavy nights before he took off once more to save the world.

You tried not to let it bother you. You really, really did. His job was so important. People’s lives relied on him. Where did you get off getting upset over that? So, you kept it to yourself. Until you couldn’t. Not any more.

“Y/N,” your best friend, Lainy, cornered you at her annual New Year’s Eve party, “where’s Barnes? He’s been leaving you to go solo for months now. I don’t think I’ve seen you with him since Mark’s St. Patrick’s Day Party.”

Ouch. “He’s working, Lainy,” you told her, not wanting to admit that March had been the last time the two of you had gone out together, let alone spent more than three days in a row in each other’s company.

“Yeah, he was ‘working’ over the Memorial Day trip, and the 4th of July BBQ, and Jack and Alice’s wedding, and your aunt’s funeral.” You cringed internally as she applied air quotes to ‘working.’ “And he was ‘working’ on your birthday, and Christmas. Babe, he’s been leaving you alone for almost an entire year. What’s going on? Are you sure there isn’t someone else?”

The worst part was, you knew there wasn’t, or at least, no one individual. When he’d first started distancing himself, of course another woman was the first thing that came to your mind, and you weren’t proud of yourself, but you’d gone through his phone to search for evidence of an affair… multiple times, and repeatedly came up with nothing. And bless Bucky’s heart, but he didn’t have the technological know-how to hide an infidelity from you. Granted, that didn’t negate the possibility that he was randomly hooking up with people while he was away. You’d have to be stupid to not consider the possibility.

You could have asked Steve. You didn’t think Captain America had it in him to lie to you about something like that, but you didn’t want him reporting on your suspicions back to Bucky, nor did you think you could stand to see the look of pity in his eye if he had to tell you that yes, Bucky was cheating on you while you anxiously awaited his return every night. So, you kept the suspicions to yourself.

Your conversation with Lainy had left you deflated. Here it was New Year’s Eve, and you were alone, the man you loved god knew where– just not with you. How many more holidays and milestones and everyday nights were you going to spend by yourself, waiting for a man who never seemed to want to be home with you anymore? This wasn’t the kind of life you wanted, the kind of life you deserved.

You made your way to the kitchen to refill your glass of wine. You’d probably already had too many, but you needed to drown the despair that was slowly filling you up. As you poured an exceptionally generous glass, a man entered the kitchen. You recognized him– Harris, a cousin of Lainy’s who had flirted with you relentlessly for years before you had started seeing Bucky.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up upon seeing you, “it’s been awhile.” He enveloped you in a friendly hug. “How’ve you been?”

You smiled and exchanged pleasantries, catching up on the overall brushstrokes of your life.

“I’m sorry about your breakup,” he offered gently, after you’d exhausted the usual small talk.

“My breakup?” you asked, brow piqued.

“Last few events I’ve seen you at, you’ve been alone. I assumed you and Barnes…” he left the thought floating, the implication hanging in the air: Barnes has left you alone, I assumed you broke up.

You huffed out a laugh. God. Was your relationship actually over and you were the only one dumb enough to not see it?

“If you aren’t seeing anyone,” Harris continued, “I would really love to take you out. You’ve gotta know I’ve been into you for ages, and I figure if I don’t shoot my shot now, who knows when I’ll have another chance.”

You cocked your head and looked at him, taking in his earnest demeanor. Here was a man who genuinely wanted to spend time with you. Why were you waiting on someone who no longer wanted to be around?

“Um, I might have to get back to you on that, Harris,” you told him before excusing yourself. You needed air.

You found yourself on Lainy’s balcony, the air deceptively mild for the end of December in Manhattan. Alone with your thoughts, you pulled out your phone and dialed Bucky’s number. It went straight to voicemail.

“Someone asked me out on a date tonight,” you said into the recording, your voice choked with tears you didn’t want to shed. “And I think I might say yes, because, honestly Buck, what are we even doing anymore? You’re never here, and I’m always alone. I tried. I tried so fucking hard to not let it get to me, because your work’s important. I know that. I do, and I’m not begrudging you for your job. But… but I can’t keep on like this. I can’t even remember the last time we spent more than three days together. Isn’t that crazy? Three days. Everyone thinks you’re cheating on me. Did you know that? You’re away so much that everyone I know is convinced you’re fucking someone else. Maybe you are, or maybe you already left me, but I’ve been too stupid to notice; if that’s the case, you could have just told me.”

You kept your composure as you left the message. You weren’t angry at him; you never could be. You were just tired. So tired, and so lonely.

“All I know is that it’s another night where I’m all by myself, wishing you were here, wanting to talk to you, to feel you, and you’re just… not. You’re off doing something, or someone, more important than me, and I used to be okay with that, but I can’t be anymore. I deserve more than waiting on you, Buck. I deserve to be someone’s priority. I really wish I could have been yours, the way you were mine.

“So, let’s just call it, okay? Your heart’s obviously not in it anymore, and mine is too tired of being hurt and alone. We’ll have to figure out what to do about the house. I’m keeping Alpine, though. You haven’t been here for her, either, and it wouldn’t be fair of you to take her if you’re never going to be around.”

Inside, you could hear the rest of the party as they counted down to midnight. When they reached zero, the night erupted in fireworks, and you could hear cheers and cars honking their horns throughout the city below you.

“Huh,” you said into your phone, “it’s midnight. Happy New Year, Buck. I hope it ends up being a good one for you, and I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you decide you didn’t want to spend this last one with me.”

You hung up the phone and the tears finally fell as you slid down the balcony railing until you were crouched on the floor. You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying, but eventually Lainy found you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and ushering you into her spare room. She helped you change out of your cocktail dress and into a spare pair of pajamas, and helped you wash your face before tucking you into bed. She left you with a glass of water and a kiss on the forehead, promising that tomorrow would be better, that the next best chapter of your life was about to begin, but as you drifted into a fitful sleep, you couldn’t find the will to believe her.

You woke the next morning with a throbbing headache, the alcohol and the tears doing nothing but dehydrating you into agony. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but the battery had died in the night. From the slant of the sun coming in from the guest room window, it looked to be late morning or early afternoon.

You changed back into your dress, thanking Lainy for her help and making a small joke about doing the walk of shame in your clothes from the night before. You avoided her questions about what had happened, promising to go over it at length at the weekend after you’d had some time to process. You weren’t in the best headspace to get into at the moment.

Fortunately, your best friend knew you well enough not to pry, and you said your goodbyes, plans for brunch on Sunday having been made. You weren’t eager to get back home, to be surrounded by reminders of Bucky, when all you wanted was the man, himself. But he was your ex-boyfriend now, you supposed. You were going to have to come to terms with that sooner than later. Besides, Alpine needed to be fed, and you weren’t going to abandon her.

Your keys clicked in the lock as you opened your front door. “Al, baby,” you called, kicking off your heels and closing the door behind you, “Mommy’s home. You hungry, sweetie?”

You began making your way back toward the kitchen when a loud crash from upstairs got your attention. You rolled your eyes; what had the cat knocked over now?

But then there was the roar of a body barreling down the upstairs hall and toward the stairs, leaving you frozen where you stood. You cast a glance to where you’d left your phone in your purse by the door. Too far away to reach in time to call for help as the intruder came pounding down the stairs.

A massive figure rounded the corner, nearly knocking you over.

“Bucky?” You blinked, sure your eyes were playing tricks on you, but no– there he stood, and he looked like shit. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes were swollen and red-rimmed. He’d obviously been wearing the same clothing for at least a day, if not more.

“Y/N,” he breathed, throwing his arms around you and wrapping you in an almost bone-crushing embrace. “Sweetheart, I was so worried.”

“What are you doing here, Buck?” you asked him, pulling away from him. God, you wanted to let him hold you, but you just couldn’t. Not anymore.

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, blue eyes desperately searching yours. “I got your message. Doll, it fucking broke my heart. I came straight home, but you weren’t here, and I was terrified that you were gone; that you’d left me for good.”

You scoffed. “I’m not the one who leaves, Bucky.”

He flinched at your words. “I know, Baby. I know, and ’m so sorry. I had no idea. I shoulda known what leavin’ you so much was doin’ to you, ‘cause it was doin’ it to me, too. When I heard you say that people– that you– thought I was cheating on you, that I had neglected you so much you thought I found someone else, that I could ever love anyone else, ever want anyone else– I’ve never hated myself more, doll. I can’t stand that you even had those thoughts in your head for one second, because it’s always been you. There’s never been anyone else. You’re it.”

“Then why have you been gone?” you asked him in a whisper. “If there’s no one else, and I’m it, why don’t you ever want to be with me? Why do you keep leaving?”

Bucky ran both his hands along his face. “God, it feels so stupid now,” he said with a sigh. “But I was trying to save–”

“Trying to save the world, yeah, I know,” you interrupted him, annoyed. “Trust me, I’m well aware that I can’t compete with that. But I needed to know you thought we were worth saving, too, and you never did.”

Bucky started laughing then, and you scoffed. “Wow, you don’t have to rub it in, Bucky.”

“No, no– Sweetheart, no!” he shook his head. “That’s not it, at all. Hold on.” He went to the foyer and grabbed his go-bag; you had missed it when you walked in. Coming back to the kitchen, he put it on the table, opening it up and extracting a folded piece of paper and handing it to you.

It was a real estate listing for a farmhouse Upstate, with acreage on the Hudson. You and Bucky had talked about what kind of house you would buy if the situation had ever presented itself, and it was almost as if you’d dreamed it up.

You looked from the paper back to Bucky. “I don’t understand,” you told him.

“It needs pretty extensive renovations,” he told you. “I wanted to take on enough overtime to have the money for them and make a good dent on the mortgage, but it needed more work than I originally thought. And, I have to come clean– I haven’t been one hundred percent honest with you about where I’ve been spending all my time.” He looked up at you through his lashes, head bent down in shame.

“But… but, you said there wasn’t anyone else,” you stammered, heart ready to beat out of your chest.

“Oh god! No, and I mean that! There isn’t, I swear! God, I’ve fucked this up so bad!” Bucky tugged at his hair in frustration. “I’ve been going on extra missions, but sometimes, Sam, Steve, and I go Upstate to do some work on the house, to cut down the costs so I could still make my timeline.”

“You already bought it?” you asked, your voice flat. You were in shock. “You want to move out? Away from me?”

Bucky moaned in distress and drew you to him again. “No! God, I’m doing this all wrong. I want us to move there, together. To make it the perfect house. The perfect home for me, my wife and our stupid fur baby.”

You stilled at his words. “I’m sorry, your what?”

Bucky smiled at you sheepishly as he reached back into his go-bag. “I’ll have you know that I had an entire plan. Was gonna have the house ready by Valentine’s Day. Take you up there as a surprise, ask you properly, but I fucked that up, so…” He brought his hand back out, holding a small burgundy velvet box. He opened it to reveal a vintage engagement ring, a sapphire instead of a diamond. Your favorite stone.

Bucky got down on one knee. “Y/N,” he began as his voice choked up a bit with emotion, “I know I fucked up for the last eight months. I would completely understand if you can’t forgive me, but I need you to know that I love you. I have only ever loved you, and if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making up for the fact that, even for a moment, I let you think that you weren’t the most important thing in my life, my number one priority. Will you marry me?”

“Buck…” you began, not sure how to phrase what you were about to say. “What about your job? I can’t keep coming in second to the rest of the world, and I get that it’s selfish of me, but–”

“I quit,” he said simply.

“What?” Your eyes were wide with shock at his statement.

“The second I heard your voicemail, where you said you wanted to call it because I was never there, I told Steve I was done, that I needed to start putting you first. It wasn’t even a question. I’m officially retired.”

Your mouth hung open. You had hoped he would cut down on his missions, but for him to have quit completely… You gently tugged him to his feet, taking the ring box and running a finger across it.

“It’s lovely,” you told him softly. “Absolutely perfect; exactly what I would have picked for myself.” Bucky beamed at you, pleased. “But I can’t accept it.” His face fell as you gently placed the ring back in his hands.

“Oh,” he whispered, eyes growing glassy. “I… um, I understand. I fucked up, hurt you. I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“I still want to be with you, you idiot,” you admonished him. “But you did hurt me, and we’ve been apart for a long time. We need time to find our way back to each other again, okay? Ask me again on Valentine’s Day, just like you originally planned. Don’t do it now just because you fucked up.” You leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him. “And if it helps make you feel better, I’m probably going to say ‘yes,’ anyway.”

Bucky grinned at you. “Really?” he asked. When you nodded, he picked you up and spun you in a circle before pressing his lips to yours as if he hadn’t touched you in months. “I promise you, Sweetheart, I’ll do anything I can to make this up to you, I swear it.”

“Anything?” you asked with a smile. “I think I know where you can start.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked you. “And where’s that?”

“Take me to bed, Bucky Barnes,” you said, kissing him again.

Without a word, Bucky swung you over his shoulder and ran with you up the stairs, your squeals and giggles echoing behind him.

Much, much later, when you lay sated together tangled in limbs and sheets with Alpine snuggled next to your heads, Bucky played with your fingers as you rested your head on his bare chest.

“So, Doll,” he said, kissing the pads of each of your fingers, “you gonna tell me who had the nerve to ask my girl out on a date?”

You laughed. “Lainy’s cousin, Harris. I suppose I’ll have to text him now and tell him I’m not interested.”

“Hell no, you’re not interested,” Bucky chuffed. “Gonna have to remind that punk you’ve already got a boyfriend. The position has been filled.”

“That’s the thing, though,” you said, planting a kiss on his nose. “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, do I?”

Bucky’s face fell. “But I thought you said–”

“I’ve got myself a fiance.”

Bucky tightened his grip around you, drawing you even closer to his warmth. “Yeah, okay. I gotta admit I like the sound of that a lot better.”

Your entire relationship with Bucky Barnes might not have played out like a fairy tale, but in that moment, you were more sure than ever that you two would get your happily ever after.

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impala-dreamer · 7 months

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Wonderstruck

A Magical Short Story

~ Attending a wedding alone is rarely fun. Add to it a bunch of people you don't know all hidden behind masks, things can get a little shaky. But sometimes, if you're lucky, magic can happen...~

Henry Cavill x F!Reader

3,160 Words

Warnings: Nothing but romance and magic and fluff and mystery!

A/N: Yes, it's me. No, I have not been kidnapped. This was written in part for my personal goal of branching out a bit, but moreover as a Valentine's gift for @mariekoukie6661 and @kittenofdoomage <3

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Her dress was sleek and as dark as midnight; her heels were high and deadly. Her lips dripped with crimson; a silver mask hid beautifully sad and strikingly painted eyes.

She kept to the edges of the ballroom, ducking behind round tables clad in expensive linens and gold inlaid china, skirting billowing gowns as they spun on the dancefloor. She slipped in and out of the shadows with a slowly emptying champagne glass pinched delicately between two fingers.

Despite her annoyance in being there, she could not deny the beauty of the night. The massive room was decorated in glamorous gold and pearl accents. Heavy velvet curtains hung over the windows on each wall, letting in a glimpse of the moonlit garden outside. The floors were marble that had been polished to perfection, and a warm candlelight glow illuminated the room.

It felt as if she’d stepped into a fairy tale.

A fairy tale about a sad girl watching the party from afar, alone but for the bubbles in her glass.

Which, sadly, were now gone.

Y/N sighed heavily and looked across the dancefloor at the long bar that stretched across the back wall of the ballroom. A hundred guests in suits and gowns, feathers and masks, twirled in front of her, blocking the path. Silently, she weighed the pain of entering the waltzing throng over going another moment without a healthy buzz in her head. She took a breath. She took a step.

Her heels clicked rhythmically as she laid her course for the bar. She kept her eyes on the goal, carefully maneuvering through the dancing couples, wondering if they’d all been to some class she hadn’t been invited to. All their steps seemed identical; all the women spun with the same flourish. She shook her head. Life should never be so choreographed.

After nearly tripping over a dragging tail of taffeta, Y/N finally made it to the bar and braced herself on the top. As she caught her breath, a deep but soft laugh hit her ear.

She turned toward the sound and spied a large man leaning on the bar a few feet away. He turned as she did, leaning one elbow on the bartop and kicking a long leg over the other. His tuxedo was immaculate and perfectly tailored; his shoes shined like the stones below. He wore a mask of black with silver adornment, and two crisp blue eyes scanned her form from beneath. She could feel them sneak down her body, lingering a bit in the deep curve of her waist and at the globe of her ass.

She cleared her throat, drawing his eyes up to hers.

“Something funny, Slick?” she asked, lips pursed in clear annoyance.

The man grinned. His lips were full and pink beneath a thin scruff of a beard.

“I liked your dance,” he said in reply.

She was startled by his accent - elegant and somehow too perfectly English, as if he were pretending to be from across the Atlantic. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure him out.

It was nearly impossible. The masks were a problem.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She didn’t know why, but she felt that he needed to work a little harder to get her attention. Maybe she was bored, maybe the shock of his voice had her aflutter. Whatever it was, she turned up the sass.

“Yeah, well, I was a ballerina in a past life.”

Again, he laughed. A little louder, a little more enticing.

“I can see that. Prima ballerinas often trip over themselves and end up slamming into tables.”

She bit back a laugh and turned back to meet his gaze. “We take a special class for that.”

The man cocked his head towards her champagne flute. “And with an empty glass, no less.”

“What can I say, I’m very good at my job.”

Slowly, he pushed himself up from the bar and took a step closer. “May I buy you another?”

Her eyes slid up from his shoes to the loose, curly mop of black hair atop his head. He was tall and broad, and looked as solid as a statue. Her pulse quickened.

“I’m pretty sure it’s free,” she teased.

He stopped a foot from her side. “Still…” With a quick snap of his fingers, he called for the bartender and ordered them both another round.

“A dirty martini, Mr. Bond?” She smiled at his order.

“Shaken, not stirred,” he replied, lifting his glass.

His smile was as intoxicating as the golden liquid in her glass and butterflies swirled in her stomach.

Each took a sip, swallowing slowly with their eyes locked. The blue crashed over her and Y/N lost herself in the sparkle of his smiling gaze.

Worried that she was staring too hard, she tore herself away and let out a hard breath.

“So… how do you know the bride?” she asked, trying to pry his identity free.

He licked a drop of vodka from his lip. “I don’t.”

She laughed gently. “Wedding crasher, huh?” She leaned closer, dropped her voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry, I won’t turn you in.”

He moved in even closer. A warm scent pulsed off of him, flooding her senses with leather and vanilla and something she couldn’t place. Something spicy that made her mouth water so much she forgot that she was supposed to be playing hard to get.

“That’s kind of you,” he whispered. “I don’t think Charlie will press charges though.”

She smiled. “Ah, you’re on the groom’s side.”

“And you?”

His eyes fell to her lips and Y/N’s cheeks burned.

“I, uh… I work with Chloe, the- the bride.”

He nodded and took a sip of his drink. “Charlie and Chloe,” he said with a light laugh. “So many Cs.”

He was too cool, too confident yet sweet. She almost hated him.

“Who are you?” she asked, confused and irked. She had not come to the wedding to meet anyone, let alone a gorgeous, blue-eyed Brit, who may or may not actually be British.

Another slow sip guided her eyes back to his lips and she wondered if he tasted as good as he smelled.

“Henry,” he said softly.

She laughed. “Of course you are.”

“Why’s that funny?”

“Because of course your name is Henry. With your perfect accent and your sexy tuxedo…”

He stood up, suddenly towering over her, and tipped his head, eyes swiping over her again.

“And what about you? You’ve got to be called Celeste or Audrey or something classic and elegant.”

Y/N drained the rest of the champagne at the bottom of her glass and stood to face him properly. “Well, Prince Charming, why don’t you just call me Cinderella.”

Henry reached for her hand and she gave it jokingly.

His kiss was no joke, landing softly on her skin and making the rest of her shiver. She held her breath and nearly fainted when he looked up.

“Pleased to meet you, Cinderella.”

Her head swam a bit and she wondered if that was what swooning was.

“Charmed,” she said with a dreamy smile.

He held her gaze, swept a warm thumb over her knuckles. His touch was like fire and she wanted to run. Away from him or into his arms - she couldn’t decide. All she knew was that there was magic in the air and she could not seem to tear herself away from the mystery of his face. His eyes were tragically beautiful, as if she was lost at sea on a broken raft, thirsting and alone, but she had the comfort of the blue waves to keep her safe. She thought herself insane. He was just a man in a mask at a fancy wedding. Just a tall, impossibly fit, perfectly dressed man at a masquerade ball. A deliciously gorgeous man who smelled like drinking in front of a roaring fire in a cozy library filled with old books in some ancient castle in Scotland. A man who was still holding her hand and her gaze, stealing too many moments and breaths from her day.

Y/N shook herself and pulled her hand from his.

“I should… go…” She turned toward the room. She had to get away, had to free herself from the captivating stranger and return to ignoring her coworkers and the bride’s overly friendly family. “It was nice to meet you, Henry.”

His frown nearly cracked the earth beneath her feet.

“Don’t leave just yet,” he pleaded. “I… Well, I don’t really know anyone here and you’re…”

She looked back over her shoulder as he hesitated. “Yes?”

He blushed and sought comfort in his shoes. Such a beautiful sight: a strong, confident man instantly melting into shyness.

Blue eyes looked up. “Beautiful and enchanting and… I was hoping that we could dance.”

She nearly fell over, knocked out by his voice and charm. A quick breath steeled her nerves. “Sadly, I cannot.”

He stood up fully but somehow still seemed small. “Dance with me?”

“Dance at all,” she corrected.

He laughed. “Well, how about another drink and some conversation?”

With a sigh, Y/N looked back at the crowd, into the sea of indistinguishable masks and unfamiliar forms. Giving in, she nodded politely and spun around to the bar.

They ordered another round and took up residence at the end of the counter, half hidden in shadow, invisible to the other party-goers. Music soared above their heads but they could barely hear it, so engrossed in each other’s stories.

They spoke of simple things- movies they’d loved as children and that well-worn paperbacks were still tucked into their bookcases. She asked him about home and he talked about the London traffic and how he preferred to stay around the house on rainy days playing games on his PC. He poked her about work and she glossed over her job, insisting that they keep the conversation light and free from day-to-day struggles. They drank and laughed and fell even deeper into each other’s gaze.

It was strange to have a conversation with a stranger in a mask. She knew that he was handsome- his eyes were brilliant, his lips perfectly plump. His jaw was tight and his neck was thick. He was big and sturdy, yet gentle and bashful. Though most of his face was hidden, she knew he was perfect.

Perhaps a little too perfect.

But as the alcohol flowed and the night wore on, Y/N couldn’t find a reason anymore to run. The night had cast a spell around them and there was no escape. There was magic in the gilded accents around the room, in the symphony of violins that danced above their heads, in their true smiles and tentative touches.

Even if he wasn’t perfect, she thought, the moment was.

And the moment was suddenly broken.

A firm hand on her wrist dragged Y/N from her place at the bar and onto the dancefloor. The bride would not be ignored and refused to take no for an answer. Pained by the intrusion and the demand, Y/N reluctantly took Chloe’s hands and twirled her around. The skirt of the massive wedding dress billowed like a cloud around Chloe’s small frame and Y/N laughed as she was nearly caught up in the fabric.

Heart racing and smile wide, she turned back to Henry but was shocked to find his place empty. Their glasses sat abandoned on the bar and Prince Charming was nowhere to be found. She felt a tug in her chest and a dampness behind her eyes.

Before she could shrug it off as just a random encounter and push his blue eyes from her mind, a tap on the shoulder made her gasp.

She spun on the spot and found him there with a sweet smile and open arms.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, dipping into half a bow.

Excitement rushed through her and Y/N bit her lip. “I told you, I’m not a good dancer.”

Unwilling to let her back away, Henry scooped her up and held her close, one hand capturing hers and the other pressing gently into the small of her back. He leaned in and teased his lips at her ear.

“Then let me lead…”

His fingers pulsed against her back, guiding her to move against him. They turned a few times until she was dizzy in his arms, laughing as he whispered into her ear:

“Left… right… back… you’ve got it…”

His breath on her skin was like a gust of summer air, warm and delicious, flooding her body with calm.

“See? You’re not too bad at this.”

Y/N looked up into his eyes and felt the world fade away. They rose up together off of the dancefloor, floating gently above the other guests, impossibly alone in the crowd. She knew she was drunk, knew she’d pay for it in the morning, but she didn’t really care. She didn’t care that her friends were watching, probably whispering about the mysterious man she was dancing with. She didn’t care that she’d twice stepped on his toes or that there was no way she could hide the fact that being so close to him wasn’t turning her into a melted, lustful shell of what she usually was.

The music crescendoed and Y/N held her breath. Henry dipped his chin, blue eyes locked on her hers. The world slowed down, the seconds stretched on forever. She closed her eyes, savored his exhale against her lips. His hand slid gently up her back, fingers wove through her hair. She felt her legs grow weak, her stomach tensed, her heart skipped. He took a breath.

The band stopped short and Y/N startled as the crowd shited. The moment was gone, ripped away once more by the party swelling around them.

A rush of silk; the click of hundreds of heels. Cheers rose throughout the room as a giant cake was rolled out onto the dancefloor. It towered up to the ceiling with beautiful rows of white creme roses and pearls strategically placed to make the fondant glow in the warm light trickling down from the chandelier above.

As the guests closed in, Y/N was pulled out of Henry’s arms and her heart ached as he once again was out of her sight.

Black suits swarmed around her, heavy gowns brushed against her legs. Voices rang loud. Bodies closed in on all sides.

Breathless, she spun, searching for an exit, for a way to push through the throng.

A hand appeared and reached for her. She clasped his fingers and Henry raced toward the big doors to their left, pulling her free of the mob.

They tumbled out into the cool air and found relief as the doors closed behind them, blocking the music and the excitement, leaving them alone in the night.

The garden was dark but magically aglow with warm, golden light. Fairy lights twinkled around them, strung from bushes and topiaries, highlighting a stone path. Beyond, a labyrinth of tall evergreen waited for curious souls to venture inside, daring the branches to keep them from reaching the end.

Wonderstruck by the evening- the dramatic escape, the music, the champagne and Henry’s crystalline eyes- she stumbled. One single step turned her ankle and the deadly heels she never wore took her down.

Her gasp tore through the garden, but Henry was there to catch her fall. She swung in his strong arms and her fear turned to laughter.

“This is just absurd!” she said, steadying herself with a palm over his chest.

Henry was calm and stable, easily holding her upright. “What’s that?”

“I mean… You literally just swept me off of my feet.” She shook her head and with a blushing smile, pushed away. “This is getting silly.”

Away from his grasp, she teetered again and Henry took her hand before disaster could strike.

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment,” he suggested, nodding towards a stone bench not far away. “Those shoes are dangerous.”

“You have no idea.”

She let him help her to the bench and watched in awe as he fell to one knee. Like an actual Prince Charming, he took Cinderella’s ankle in his hands and gently ran his fingers over the thin strap holding the shoe in place.

“You’re not swollen,” he reported. “That’s good.”

When he looked up, concern fading from his eyes, she gave up trying to suppress the enchantment of the night and took a deep breath.

Hands cupped around his face, she leaned in and finally met his lips.

Startled but delighted, Henry pushed up to meet her, taking her once more in his strong arms and kissing her properly.

Tiny lights flickered in the breeze, soft music seeped out into the garden, and Prince Charming and Cinderella found each other in the dark. Lips hungry and hands wild; heat mixing between them like a budding fire.

When the clock struck twelve, it chimed loudly and they broke apart, laughing.

“Seems about right,” she joked, looking towards the wedding. “Party ends at midnight.”

Henry dragged a thick finger over her collarbone. “Does that mean you’ll turn into a pumpkin and disappear?”

She laughed softly. “I don’t know when the last time you read Cinderella was, but… no.”

He licked her taste from his lip. “So you don’t need to go then?”

Her smile fell. “I do…”

“You could stay…” He dipped his chin and looked up through the mask, blue eyes dark in the light. “We could… find a spot-”

Y/N shook her head and reached for his hand. “I can’t, I’m sorry. I have to be back in the city tomorrow for work.” She lifted his fingers to her lips and left him with a final kiss.

Henry sighed. “Pity.”

She nodded and gathered her strength to stand and do what she should have done hours ago- run. Except this time, she was certain she meant it to be into his arms. Only this time, she couldn’t.

“I’m sorry…”

Quickly, she turned, carefully stepping back onto the stone path and away from the mystery man with his intoxicating voice and perfectly engrossing kiss.

He stood and called to her, desperate for one more look at his Cinderella.

“Wait-”

She paused, hand on the big glass door, heart in her throat. “Yes?”

“Don’t I even get to know your real name?”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “It’s Y/N.”

Henry bowed his head in thanks and when he came up, the mask came off, slowly revealing a face she’d only imagined in her dreams.

He blushed at her shocked stare and laughed gently.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

She sighed, blissful and lost in a dream that she prayed would last the rest of her life.

“You too…”

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queenofthekings · 11 months

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𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘦

Summary: Stuck at Steve Harrington’s Christmas party; you and Eddie both escape and end up in the same quiet room.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Author’s note: Another one of my Edancy fics made into an Eddie and Reader fic, I hope you enjoy!

CW: None, just fluff

Word count: 602

Tagging: @lunatictardis @reidsbtch @melodymunson @battymunson

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Steve Harrington’s Christmas party was the highlight of every year – they were legendary, it almost seemed like everyone would base their social calendar for the year around his party. Anyone who was anyone in Hawkins would be invited and then they would bring a plus one or two, making the invite list and endless array of names that everyone was sure Steve barely knew.

Eddie always thought the parties were massively overrated. If he wanted to watch people get too drunk they couldn’t stand and then start fighting, he would’ve gone to The Hideout on a Friday night. He’d tried to relax by drinking a couple of beers, but it didn’t seem to have worked, way too many people.

He’d escaped to an upstairs bedroom, sitting against the bed, and staring out at the large balcony doors, wondering how the hell he’d ended up even getting invited in the first place.

You were always drawn to parties – there was something about the way people could just lose themselves in the music and alcohol that always seemed to intrigue you. Even if your own party days were long over, you still loved to go to parties and just talk to people, even if they were completely wasted and made no sense. During the course of the evening, you’d been given a makeshift flower crown, although instead of flowers, it had cranberries and mistletoe braided into it.

After making a quick trip to the bathroom, you saw the back of Eddie slip into one of the bedrooms, the door closing quickly behind him. You looked around to see nobody else was watching or following, and then followed in after him. You tried to be as quiet as possible but clearly not quiet enough as he turned and looked at you.

“Sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

Eddie relaxed at your words of concern, relaxing back on the floor before moving aside so you could sit next to him. “I’m okay. I just… I don’t even know why I’m here; someone invited me as a plus one. Parties aren’t really my forte.”

You rested your chin on your knees, licking your lips. “I invited you.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

Eddie smiled at your words, instinctively moving closer to you. “Oh, really? What did you wanna talk about?”

You shrugged, shaking your head a little as you blushed. “Anything. I like hearing you talk; you always just seem so compelling when you do.”

“Well, well, well, I never thought the Princess of Hawkins would want to talk to me, Eddie Munson, the lowly peasant.”

“I don’t think of you like that, nor do I think of myself like that.”

“I think of myself like that,” Eddie shrugged, taking the last sip of his beer before putting it to one side. “I like the headdress, by the way. It’s very… fairy tale.”

You smiled, remembering you still had the crown on. “Thanks, there was a girl downstairs giving them out, saying we should’ve all gotten more into the Christmas spirit.”

He gently poked it, pulling off a mistletoe berry. “Is that mistletoe?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, there’s one thing I have to do now,” he whispered before kissing your cheek before you could question or protest.

You frowned a little, confused as he pulled away. “What was that for?”

“The tradition is you kiss a girl under mistletoe so that next year, she isn’t single and for every kiss, you remove one berry until there’s none left,” he smiled softly, pulling off another berry.

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fairytale-poll · 1 year

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ROUND 2! MATCH 1 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Bugs:

So the story is that the Three Little Pigs sell Bugs their straw and wood houses, the Big Bad Wolf blows them down, and Bugs decides to get revenge - by dressing himself up as Little Red Riding Hood, getting the Wolf to play his part in that story, and then messing with him as only Bugs can. Here's the video if you've never seen it: https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6vk41x

Bugs Bunny is an icon and he was so good for his role in this short. When he and the wolf realized they could work together against the pigs... oh my God. Come on Tumblr, you have to admit they had a little gay tension between them. Besides, at the end, when the brick house comes down and the wolf, so surprised and proud of himself exclaims "I did it!" and then it pans over to Bugs with the bomb and he slyly adds "We did it!" communist Bugs canon.

Red:

I'm pretty sure she uses her hood as a parachute at some point. (A note from tournament Mod: She does.)

sillie

she is so iconic. to me at least (watched hoodwinked appx 500000000 times during family road trips)

This delivery girl knows karate! Watch Hoodwinked

my first exposure to a real adaption of a classic story in video. Girl twists the whole story up compared to the original. Love how it's like an old fashioned PI show but still so 2005 in vibes.

A classic fairy-tale-with-a-twist-movie that if anyone hasn't seen they should. This story takes various elements not just from Red Riding Hood's story but other fairy tales to retell the story with Red as the true center and hero of the story and reframes it as a mystery. It's also one of the few good retellings that makes the wolf good while not framing him as a love interest, which allows the plot to remain focused on Red.

best movie ever

Listen. I don't necessarily think she should win this movie is fucking insane and not all of that insanity is necessarily good. HOWEVER. I have a pitch for you. Wouldn't it be so fucking funny to put Red Puckett on this poll as a wild card? Like how many people would be like "fucking HOODWINKED?". Also what other tellings of red riding hood go the crime mystery route? Like cmon

She's the protagonist of what I believe is one of the funniest and best written films of all time. She's so smart and talented

The entire Hoodwinked series is just really funny to me. I also think she's an absolute badass as she knows kung-fu and takes no shit from the wolf. Also her granny appears above her when they are both flying and somehow she sees her as a big cloud head despite it just being her granny doing a ski jump. She had to be high because she met a weed loving Billy goat literally right before that.

the creators said 'what if red riding hood did karate and was voiced by Anne Hathaway' and simply did not wait for an answer.

because she's the funniest answer

Okay as a child I watched this movie and liked it a lot, but by coincidence, I happened to watch it on Eid twice in a row (I'm Muslim). So for a few years in a row I made it a tradition to watch this movie on Eid while drinking orange juice (very important piece of the puzzle). This movie is so dumb and goofy, I really enjoy it, and also she's voiced by Princess Mia Thermopolis herself.

#red riding poll #round 2 #bugs bunny #windblown hare #the windblown hare #looney tunes #red puckett #hoodwinked #hoodwinked!#hoodwinked too: hood vs evil #little red riding hood #red riding hood #character polls #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #battle of the funny rrhs

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toussainttwins · 29 days

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“You are implying that all beautiful things may shatter.” Eyes of hazel gilded in flecked crimson sharpen, the previous glimmer of welcoming mirth ripped away with the slight lower of a brow. Feigned or not. And yet, a smile remained curled within gentle features, and it is so that it broadens ever so slightly. A witch made to show her teeth, unafraid to bloody them with the red of the flayed man if she so pleased. She was a witch, the next thing to a God, and she was not fragile, and she would never break. And so she gives her a smile, with the fold of hands at her torso. “And yet- I have heard that beauty often hide claws.” And mine are as long and sharp as yours.

As she would chuckle for the moment. “Yet I am glad you are here.” As she leaned forward and would look right at her for the moment, hand raising to her face and cupping her cheek for the time being, before one hand moved to her skirt and would pull upon it, pulling up the crimson silks, to show her, the hazel fur, the softest brown fur there ever was, along with the hooves that where on the ground. “How do you walk like this.” As her tail flickered back and forth, as she was beautiful in every single way. But her curse, of all those years ago, with turning lovers into horses, had bitten her back, and this was the result, she was like the little lamb, hiding right in plain sight.

Who could blame a maiden that sought the help of a witch? It was as common in fairy-tales, as it was in daily life, only in the latter girls had a much more meagre desires and the payment was, as a result, less demanding. But for Natanis her cause seemed as dire as all the woes of princesses of earth and parchment combined. The petite succubus would trade anything for the happy ending of her tale, and thusly one day she put all the wisdom aside, donned a fancy travelling cape in a shade of a dryad's embrace for a good luck, locked the doors of the shop as tightly as she locked the fear out of her own heart and went to seek the Daughter of Kaedwenian Wilderness. Luckily, the infamous sorceress resided not as far as her moniker suggested, and it took the horned beauty but a short trip to the border. Yet her pretty hoofs burned with hurry, as if she was dancing thought a garden of knives, like that unhappy little siren... "Oh, I am glad too, sangbonbon!" Sabrina's smile left a hollow taste down her throat. It yearned and it burned, but not for her kisses, not for her flesh. It seemed like a tainted mirror of the crimson flower that burned inside her own chest. But was such a terrible miracle even possible? Regardless, a sorceress you know was better than a sorceress who would like to gobble you up alive... Natanis gulped, but did not let her own relieved smile flicker.

"Beautiful things may shutter...if they are left alone in this world, if there is no one to cradle their heart in their arms. For what would beauty mean, if it shone only for itself? Claws can't fight solitude." the petite succubus hurried the words out of her mouth, terrible and ugly, for all the fear they were laced with underneath. Natanis was afraid, but not of Sabrina Glevissig - not that she didn't recognize teeth and claws even if they were but lovely names for grisly weapons - of her own thoughts. Of her...loss she was afraid to put into speech. "Oh..." a plump hand flew towards the horned beauty's mouth. She looked up and down the flame-haired sorceress figure, up and down again and..broke into a genuine, sugar-sweet smile and a squeal of delight. "What a beauty you are, mistress Sabrina! Why, a fur of such a shade, like golden-chestnut-of-3-wishes... the softness of a dream, and to the eyes alone! Hoofs strong and shiny! almost as pretty as mine! And a tail..." Natanis, the weight of her iron-heavy woe lifted from the dainty shoulders for a moment, circled the newly-cursed - blessed! - sorceress-succubus, like a clockwork toy - rapid and loud with many gasping praises, sharp to the details with the eyes of a seamstress.

"Ah, do your new, charming hoofs give you any pain? It must be the cobblestones! They are a torture once you change the soft earth of the forest for the joys of the cities!" the vivacious twin shook her golden curls in sympathy, gasped again as if remembrance of something vital shoot her through the very heart and snatched a tiny, silver-clasped notebook, seemingly out of thin-air. The movement was so nimble, one could call it magic, whence it was a sleight of hand and a silver chain of a chatelain, hidden amidst the fold of the dress to blame. "I shall make a special skirt for you, with a long train, as long as a cloud on an autumn day, so it would hide your hoofsteps from the prying eyes when you walk in all your beauty!" @fallesto

#♥for the sake of storytelling (rp answers)#fallesto: the daughter of kaedwenian wilderness #fallesto

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my brain is fried i'm so overtired I've cried spontaneously at least once a day for the past three days will you please help a girl out with a soft cozy wholesome movie recc please and thank you

I’m so sorry my dear!! I dug to the depths of a bunch of old tag games and my film tag and this is what I came up with!

when I’m strung out I tend to gravitate to movies that will make me happy-cry so this list will at moments tend in that direction. I tried to sort by what was available to stream now, and the sub-lists are in no particular order

if you have amazon prime (the basic package):

Penelope (2006). highly recommend, a funny little modern fairy tale about a lonely young girl searching for a way to break her curse. this one heals something in my heart

Stardust. also highly recommend! a chaotic fairy tale about true love and what a person would do for it.

Street Gang. the Sesame Street documentary. sometimes people are good and they’re trying to make the world a better place and they’re doing it with their friends.

How To Train Your Dragon. it’s a perfectly executed film and the score and animation is gorgeous. (also available on netflix)

if you have netflix:

Feel the Beat. a dance flick about a seemingly cold-hearted ambitious young woman becoming a dance teacher in her hometown

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. so so so rewatchable.

She’s the Man. the funniest movie on this list and possibly of all time. I have never shown this movie to a person who didn’t end up loving it. it’s Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night at boarding school as a soccer movie

if you have tubi?? you might not need a membership I don’t know how tubi works??

The Music Man. some of the best costumes and choreography my favorite age of movie musicals had to offer. a con man comes to a small Iowa town and starts to want to believe in the beautiful lie he’s selling.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. this movie was written by Roald Dahl and it is buck wild. widowed inventor and his two children buy a broken down racing car and?? hijinks and musical numbers ensue

if you have disney plus:

Princess Diaries (1&2). we know them, we love them.

Sky High. if you haven’t seen this, I highly recommend it because it is silly fun but it understands the genre it’s playing with.

Newsies (1992). scrappy newsboys form a union, sing songs, punch each other, ???, profit

Holes. the single best adapted book to film ever? the cast commentary is also hilarious

Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella (1997). absolutely delightful. Whitney Houston as the godmother! Jason Alexander as the butler! Brandy as Cinderella! Bernadette Peters as the stepmother!

if you feel up for a trip to the library, things to look for:

The Hundred Foot Journey. I only saw this one once but it’s about a family who opens up an Indian restaurant across from a Michelin-starred French restaurant and it’s gorgeous

A League of Their Own (1992). sisters! best friends! married women and their disreputable drunk coach friends!

The Secret Garden (1993). highly recommend! this one fixes me down to my bones.

This Beautiful Fantastic. also highly recommend! a woman who’s afraid of the world falls in love with it.

Secondhand Lions. also highly recommend!! a boy gets dropped off with his great-uncles for the summer, hears possibly made-up stories of their wild and adventurous youth

August Rush. a young musical prodigy searches for his parents.

Sense and Sensibility (1995). if you need Austen energy, this is the one.

Cinderella (2015). this movie is so gentle and so lovely.

Little Women (1994). life is gonna be hard and sad but it’s gonna be beautiful and the love will endure!!!

I hope this helps and I hope you feel better! ❤️❤️

#I didn’t put Far From the Madding Crowd on here because it gets a little fraught in the middle there #but the ending is so so so comforting to me #I didn’t put love and monsters or speed on here because they are full of love BUT they are stressful #more so than the stuff here #asks

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peachyfuck18 · 1 year

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Favorite Horror Icons as Fairy Tales

For my sake I’ll be doing the original fairytales not the Disney versions. Enjoy

Billy Loomis-Sleeping Beauty by Charles Perrault

-When Billy was first born the King and Queen treated him as their own pride and joy so much that they forgot to hold a festival for a legendary demon as the king put it that his son was more important than some stupid dream demon

-Of course the demon Frederick was not happy to hear this and so in the middle of the night secretly cursed the young prince to die by a spindle of a spinning wheel when he is sixteen

-But Nancy, a good fairy loved throughout the land gets wind of this and on the same night alters the curse by having his death be a long sleep for a hundred days before a prince comes to save him

-Sixteen years go by and Billy is now a beautiful young prince that all the men in the kingdom want for his beauty but he always turns them down cause he dreams of a better man despite his lady in waiting Sidney’s insistence on finding a husband

-When his parents and the guards aren’t looking he manages to get away from the palace walls and comes across a beautiful cabin and while exploring sees a spinning wheel and has fun with it trying it out before he pricks his finger and a needle is now stuck in his finger and he’s soon passed out on the floor

-It doesn’t take long before Sidney finds him and his parents soon after and in grief turn the cabin into his resting place and Nancy, hoping to never see this day decides to help Billy by making enchanted roses sprout all over the cabin so those with an evil heart will never take advantage of the young prince

-A hundred days go by and Stu, a prince from a neighboring kingdom, is out on a hunting trip with his friends when he gets separated from them and it’s about to storm that night til he finds the cabin. The roses, not seeing a threat, unravel to let him in and while looking for somewhere to sleep spots Billy on the bed

-At first he’s confused cause how could someone be sleeping so soundly as if they were dead when they don’t look dead and thinks maybe it’s a fae or a witch playing tricks but he tries to get him to wake up til he ends up seeing the needle on his finger and thinking that the beautiful boy fainted from having it in takes it out awakening Billy

-Billy is awake but is still tired and sleeping and bye the way he’s gripping onto Stu’s hand he decides to let himself in the bed and the two spend the night cuddling away safe from the storm outside

-The next day Billy is fully awake and is confused on why he’s in a bed and especially who the handsome boy besides him is

-When Stu wakes up he’s surprised that the boy from the night before is awake and is looking at him with a strange fondness

-After introducing each other Billy and Stu get to know each other for the rest of the day and it’s there Stu tells Billy about how his kingdom thinks he has died and at first Billy is distraught before Stu comforts him in his arms

-When Stu’s friends find him they see the beautiful young prince of the neighboring kingdom in his arms and Sidney reveals that she had taken a job as a handmaiden at Stu’s palace to deal with the grief but is glad that he is alive and well and Stu proposes to Billy to let him take him back to the kingdom and marry him and Billy immediately says yes

-When they get back to the kingdom Stu and Billy have a grand wedding and Billy is soon reunited with his parents after Stu invite them over for a grand dinner

Jennifer Check-Snow White by The Grimm Brothers

-When a young queen is pregnant and sewing near an open window during a winter snowfall when she pricks her finger with her needle causing a drop of blood to drip onto the freshly fallen white snow on the black windowsill. She then wishes for a daughter with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony

-Sometime later the queen gives birth to a beautiful baby girl who she names Jennifer before dying a day later. A year later the king soon immediately marries a woman, Elaine Parks, who is very beautiful but very vain and is a dark witch who owns a magic mirror who she asks everyday who is the fairest of them all and the mirror always replies with her who is the fairest

-When Jennifer is seven years old the king soon dies and Elaine immediately begins to disregard her stepdaughter by removing her status as a princess and making her a servant in the castle

-When Jennifer is seventeen years olds she has grown into a very beautiful girl and one day Elaine goes to her mirror again to ask who is the fairest when to her shock and horror the mirror answers Jennifer. But the queen gets an idea to get her huntsman to take her daughter to the woods and kill her by lying that she is a succubus killing men and to kill her and bring her back her heart as proof

-The Huntsman tries to kill her but can’t bring himself to do it and tells Jennifer the truth about her stepmother and Jennifer soon runs away coming across an empty cabin where she takes a nap on one of the three beds

-The owners of the house, three brothers, Bo, a blacksmith , Vincent, a coffin builder and Lester, a miner get back from work when they see a girl sleeping in one of their beds and she wakes up and explains everything to them and the brothers take pity on her and decide to let her stay as long as she cleans and cooks for them

-Several weeks go by and Elaine thinks that the huntsman has killed her stepdaughter when in reality he actually killed a wild boar in place of Jennifer and after asking her mirror who’s the fairest of them all it answers with Jennifer again and of course Elaine decides to end this and disguises herself as a poor little girl selling apples and puts on a convicting act to trick Jennifer into eating the poisoned one she had for her and as soon as Jennifer goes down Elaine knows she had won

-Bo, Vincent and Lester soon find her and try everything to wake her up but of course nothing works and they build a coffin out of gold and glass and keep her deep in the woods where she’ll hopefully rest in piece while visiting every chance they can to mourn

-What they don’t know is a young peasant girl, Anita "Needy" Lesnicki, finds her body and after realizing she isn’t dead she decides to spend every day with her when she can chatting and being with her for a year before realizing something in her throat and immediately squeezes her to get it out and when Jennifer wakes up she’s greeted by a very pleasant sight of a pretty young peasant girl and after getting to know each other Jennifer asks Needy to marry her to which she gladly accepts and the two soon are making their back to the kingdom with the Bo, Vincent and Lester celebrating as well

-When Elaine is again asking her mirror who is the fairest of them all to her shock the mirror answers Jennifer and she dies of shock not only seconds later

-When Jennifer gets back to the palace she’s immediately given back her royal status and is soon crowned queen with Needy as her queen’s consort and the two live happily ever after with Bo, Vincent and Lester being given great riches as an award for taking care of her

Patrick Bateman-The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen

-Patrick is a son of the king of the ocean and loves hearing the stories from his grandmother and watching the daily lives of humans and on the day of his birthday he watches humans from a rock afar with his grandmother when he asks about the afterlife. His grandmother explains that a merperson can live up to three hundred years old and when they die they turn into sea foam and cease to exist forever and that a humans lifespan, while shorter, have an eternal soul that lives on in Heaven

-Thinking about an eternal soul he decides to see a boat party to get his mind off it and sees a girl Jean, a writer hired by aristocrats to provide singers with lyrics they hire at their parties. He soon falls in love with her and when the ship gets caught up in a storm and when Jean gets thrown overboard Patrick immediately swoops in to save her and delivers her unconscious to the shore to a group of sailors before going back to the ocean

-Now realizing that a mortal soul and having a human love him is now on the top of his priority he visits the sea sorceress, Amanda Young, who tells him that if the woman he loves does not marry him and give a part of her soul to him he will turn into seafoam and die and that she will make Patrick a potion to turn him human in exchange for his voice. He is soon made to cut his throat and remove his vocal cords and as soon he feels the painful transformation from merman to human soon passes out and washes up on shore where he’s found by Jean

-Patrick soon wakes up with Jean tending to his neck wound and is now ecstatic to find himself not only human but near the woman of his dreams. It’s not long before Jean and Patrick are now hanging out with Patrick helping Jean with her poems usually about mermaids and life under the sea even if he’s mute

-But only problem Patrick doesn’t realize that while Jean cares for him she doesn’t love him like a lover would but more like how one would love a brother or cousin

-It’s one day that while Jean and Patrick are walking through the streets of town that Jean bumps into the wealthiest man in town Paul Allen and they both start to fall in love pretty much ignoring Patrick and him fearing the end of his life

-It’s not long that Paul finally proposes to Jean and they soon have a boat wedding with Patrick smiling through his broken heart knowing his time has come and that not only will Jean not love him but he will never experience a mortal soul

-As Patrick’s enjoying his last night as a human he sees his brother, Sean, down below and he explains that he visited the sea sorceress and in exchange for a knife that will return Patrick to his normal mermaid form he cut off his thumb and explains that when he kills Jean he’ll be saved

-As Patrick is about to kill Jean in her sleep he realizes he can’t kill the woman he still loves and cares for and throws himself into the ocean slowly becoming sea foam

-Only instead of ceasing to exist he feels the warm sun and discovers that he has turned into an ethereal earthbound spirit known as the son of the air and as he ascends to the air he is greeted by other sons and daughters of the air who tell him because of his selflessness he has become a son of the air and he is given a year to obtain a soul and join the other souls in Heaven but for that year he decides to watch over Jean and be happy to see her happy

Ginger Fitzgerald-Little Red Riding Hood by The Grimm Brothers

-On a sunny day Ginger and her sister Bridgette are told to bring their sick grandma wine and some cupcakes by their mom and told to stay on the path

-Of course being sixteen they decide to go off the path and have goof off instead staying out really late but things go from good to bad when Ginger is attacked by and bit by a wolf

-When Bridgette eventually gets help from a local huntsman Sam, he offers to let them stay til Gingers bite is healed

-The next day Ginger starts to get really moody and irritable but Bridgette and Sam thinks it’s just cause of the wolf bite

-It isn’t til midnight at a full moon that Bridgette hears a strange noise and goes to see Ginger twist and turn in her sleep and eventually Bridgette sees the transformation from human to wolf

-Ginger nearly attacks Bridgette but is soon stopped by Sam with his shotgun and with that Ginger escapes into the night and Bridgette and Sam give chase

-They run after the wolf only to find themselves at Ginger and Bridgette’s grandmother’s house that Bridgette knows she has to stop Ginger before she does something

-Taking the shotgun from Sam she puts a bullet in between Gingers eye killing her instantly and waking up their grandma in the process and seeing what has become of Ginger

-Bridgette decides to live with Sam and together they bury Gingers corpse and eventually two years later get married and as Bridgette is pregnant she looks up at the full moon and wonders if the name Ginger would be a good baby name

Brahms Heelshire-Rapunzel by The Grimm Brothers

-While the Heelshires are a very wealthy family that doesn’t mean that life gets difficult especially when Mrs Heelshire, while pregnant, starts craving a very distinct cabbage that the only way to get is by the witch’s garden

-Mr Heelshire doesn’t want to do it but after seeing his wife in the state she’s in now decides to steal the cabbage and is successful at getting some without the witch noticing but after a week his wife craves it again but this time he gets caught by the witch Pearl and she makes a bargain with him. His first born child for the cabbage and he makes a deal with her

-Of course he doesn’t tell his wife until the day comes for Pearl to take the baby away and after seeing a son decides to name the boy Brahms and keeps him in a tower far from civilization and gets in with Brahms long hair that she forbids him to cut

-One ray Billy Lenz, local village idiot happens to stumble upon the tower after hearing a beautiful voice and wants to get in but can’t so stakes out for a day before Pearl comes back and tells Brahm to let his hair down that he has ticket in

-When Pearl is away again Billy manages to sneak his way in mimicking Pearls voice and sees Brahms and immediately falls in love with him

-Brahms is confused and scared at the strange man that managed to break in but after an hour Billy coaxes him out and they soon get to know each other where it’s everyday their seeing one another and Brahms soon falls in love with Billy

-The two plan to escape with one another but Pearl finds out after hearing Brahms sing about Billy and after interrogating Brahms finds out and cuts his hair off and casts him out the tower and into the woods

-Not surprisingly Billy was outside the tower waiting to runaway with Brahms but after finding out that Brahms hair was cut by the witch herself he decides to go on a quest to find Brahms

-It’s a brutal week until he sees a small cabin and there he finds Brahms and after the two embrace Brahms and Billy decide to get married and live happily ever after

Carrie White-Cinderella by Charles Perrault

-Carrie White is a beautiful girl living with her mother Margaret White far from town and civilization

-When Margaret was horribly assaulted by her lover she became pregnant with Carrie which resulted in the town and the church shunning them and for that reason Margaret takes out her frustration on her daughter who in her eyes “something so full of sin shouldn’t even be considered so beautiful”

-But Carrie has her mice friends she managed to befriend and gives them names

Bill, Stan, Richie, Eddie, Ben, Beverly and Mike and some bird friends

-The day of the royal ball happens and each maiden in the land is ordered to attend

-Hopeful for a night out Carrie secretly makes herself a dress but on the night of the ball Margaret catches Carrie and locks her in the closet and tears the dress up and all Carrie can do is cry before the door is opened and she sees a glowing woman with butterfly wings

-The woman introduces herself as Wendy and decides to let her have a night at the ball and turns a pumpkin into a carriage, the birds into horses and the mice into her servants but also helps make Carrie a dress and shoes made of glass but tells Carrie that at midnight she must return as the magic will wear off soon

-At the ball Carrie is having a great time when Sue, a princess from another kingdom and friend of Prince Tommy sees Carrie and asks her to dance and to her delight both girls end up dancing the night away before the clock strikes midnight and Carrie immediately has to go home but Sue tries to catch her not knowing her name and the only thing remaining of the girl is just a shoe

-The next day while Carrie is doing house chores Margaret ends up finding out about the ball and goes to attack her but before she even lays a hand on her there’s a knock on the door and Sue is standing there not believing she found the girl from the ball and after asking her to try the glass shoe on and it fits Sue immediately proposes and Carrie says yes and Carrie is soon take to Sue’s kingdom where the two spend their days in happiness and live happily ever after

Ash Williams-Swan Lake by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

-Ash Williams is the son of the town blacksmith who likes the simplicity in his life with his father Brock and his sister Cheryl

-One day he decides to walk through the forest and as he’s getting a drink from the fresh lake and it’s there he ends up face to face with the most feared creature in the land, The Deadite King

-At first Ash is terrified of the dreaded creature before the Deadite takes his hand and kisses it while the king goes on about how he had seen his beauty from afar and out of nowhere asks Ash to be his bride of all things

-Ash says no hopefully naive that the king will get the hint but instead The Deadite King decides if he can’t have Ash then no one can and kidnapped him and cursed him to be a swan by day so no one will fall in love with him and human by night to have him for himself

-A year goes bye and the young king Herbert West is doing some writing before he wants to settle down and when he sees a swan with a crown he gets curious and follows the swan only for the sun to set and to the swan turn from a bird to beautiful man dressed in all white

-Of course Ash is freaked out before he realizes Herbert is not gonna hurt him the two get to know each other through the night and Ash tells Herbert everything from the curse to the Deadite King

-Herbert immediately now recognizes him as the blacksmith’s son who went missing a year ago and tells Ash how his family has been searching for him. Ash tells Herbert that the only way to break the curse is for someone to make a vow of everlasting love to him and prove it to the world and Herbert decides at his ball to invite Ash and help him break his curse

-What they didn’t know is that The Deadite Kings daughter, Ruby heard everything and tells her father and when the Deadite King tells Ash to forget Herbert and marry him instead but Ash just says no and that Herbert is the one he loves

-Now even more angry The Deadite King locks Ash up before morning so that he can’t ever leave and that Herbert can’t break the curse

-When Herbert throws his ball he invites Cheryl after coming to her with news Ash is still alive and of course “Ash” shows up strangely with a strange man and wearing all black instead of white but he doesn’t care and dances with and makes a vow of love to “Ash”

-But when midnight strikes “Ash” reveals himself to be Ruby in disguise and the man to be the Deadite King its then Herbert realizes he made a mistake and with Cheryl rushes back to the lake only to find Ash in human form slowly dying from a broken heart

-In a fit of rage Cheryl and Herbert begin to fight the Deadite King and while their clearly outmatched Herbert picks up a large stick and drives it through the Deadite Kings heart and it’s there that the curse is broken and Ash is now fully human again

-Cheryl and Ash have their sibling reunion and Herbert takes them back to their father who’s just so happy to see his son again and of course Herbert proposes to the real Ash and have a grand wedding the following week’s living happily ever after

#slashers #slasher aesthetic #slasher headcanons #billy loomis #scream #jennifer check #jennifers body #patrick bateman #american psycho #ginger fitzgerald #ginger snaps #brahms heelshire #the boy #carrie white #carrie 1976 #ash williams #the evil dead #fairy tales

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CHAPTER TWO - READER

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Last night felt… good. Well, with the exceptions of that loser creep that keeps bothering me, it was good. Refreshing, to be exact. Thanks to a certain someone, I won’t have to worry about that perv anymore. And now, my mind will be onto other things when I go to the bar.

Toji Fushiguro.

I almost didn’t go out since it was Sunday. Usually, I keep that day reserved to relax and prepare lessons for my students. However, I decided to take a break. I’m thirty years old, and although I love my career, I dedicate a little bit too much time to it. For once, I wanted to live a little.

And I haven’t felt that rush through my veins in a while until those two hours I spent with Toji.

There’s something about his demeanor that immediately made me attracted to him. His presence screams confidence in a humble yet arrogant way. How he talks with charm unintentionally is calming.

I just admire how our conversation flowed well. Never a moment of silence. I listened to him, and he listened to me. The touch of vulnerability he showed me was unexpected, but it showed his comfort.

It didn’t feel like that was our first conversation either. It sounds silly, and I can’t put my finger on it, however, Toji feels… familiar.

The chemistry. The flow of us talking… Why didn’t he feel like a stranger?

And when he kissed me? I never thought I had that much strength.

I wanted Toji to fuck me so badly, and I know he would take care of me good. Those calloused hands that gripped my ass while kissing me, made me wet beyond measure.

Fuck it being a school night, or even if we didn’t leave so late, I would’ve been jumping on his cock last night. Maybe I should’ve allowed him to have his way with me in the bathroom at the bar.

It didn’t take long to realize we were sexually attracted to each other. It’s just the kiss solidified it.

Toji gives me rough yet passionate lover vibes. He would pull me by my coils, fuck me from behind and call me his good girl…

Y/N, why are you so damn responsible?

I honestly don’t know. The unhinged thing to do would be to let Toji come over to have sex. But I’m still trying to open up my shell a bit, especially after my recent engagement.

Well, ex-engagement.

Part of me feeling alive again was to do something that would help get my mind off my ex-fiancé that’s currently in front of me presenting a budget plan to me and the rest of the teachers.

“So, for this academic year, we’re looking to…” I fade out the voice of Nanami Kento.

Actually, Principal Nanami.

My relationship with my ex-fiancé, who’s also my boss, is… complicated, to say the least. We didn’t end on bad terms, but we didn’t end on good terms either.

We were together for five years, engaged for a year until I broke things off four months ago. Our arguing increased, which is normal in a relationship. However, it’s what we were going back and forth about that I was getting tired of.

Nanami (because I refuse to call him something as familiar as Ken) makes me look like an idler compared to his workaholic personality. And it wasn’t always like that.

Our relationship was perfect in the beginning. Fairy tale like. We would go on vacation, dates, road trips, and so much more. But as years passed, I truly believe he got comfortable.

It’s like he was burnt out from all the fun we had, and I blame that because of work.

I’m a teacher. He’s a principal. I have my fair share of demands being a teacher, but I know Nanami being a principal is far worse. Having to look over students, teachers, other staff members, constantly attend conventions on the behalf of the school—it took up a lot of his time.

A lot of his personal time.

It meddled into our relationship. I was tired of doing things alone. Tired of not feeling loved and appreciated. Tired of fucking not getting any sexual pleasure from him.

And don’t get me wrong, sex with Nanami was amazing. It’s just we only had it once every blue moon. There’s certain things a vibrator can’t do that he’s an expert at.

So a few days before our fourth anniversary (I know that’s shitty), I decided to break up with him. Let’s just say Nanami wasn’t having it.

Again, we argued. Some tears were shed, but the night ended with a proposal and a promise to change.

Too bad that promise was made with emptiness. We lasted about two months before he went right back to his workaholic ways. I was over it at that point.

Now here we are, months later where I try to avoid him as much as possible like he’s a plague.

It’s kind of hard to do that when these meetings are held at the beginning and end of every month.

“Any questions before we conclude the meeting?” he asks.

Nanami looks around for a response, eyes stopping at me. He tries to give me a small smile, but I look away.

He continues, “Okay. That’ll be all. Don’t hesitate to follow up with me if you all have any questions, concerns, or suggestions. I’ll be sure to take them down to pass along to the superintendents.”

After Nanami dismisses us, I quickly gather my belongings to head to my classroom, but he stops me the minute I’m at the tip of the door.

“Miss L /N. May I have a few minutes of your time?”

“I have to prepare for homeroom, Principal Nanami. Can this wait until later?” Later, meaning never.

“It won't be long… I promise,” he says, earnestly.

Like I don’t know the result of his promises.

I deeply sigh to myself and return to the meeting room. Nanami passes me to close the door and the smell of his cologne invades my senses.

Clean, minty with a touch of lemon and vanilla.

That’s the cologne you brought him .

Great.

“Everything’s okay, Principal Nanami?”

“Y/N…” Every time he says my name it’s filled with such tenderness. Like that’s the only thing he knows how to say.

“You said you wanted some of my time. Is everything okay, Principal Nanami?” I repeat.

Nanami leans against the desk, hands in his pockets while looking at me. I take notice of the three piece suit he’s wearing and think how handsome he looks. It fills out his body perfectly.

“You haven’t been answering my calls.”

“Because you call me outside of work hours,” I argue.

He hums. “So if I call during work hours, you’d answer?”

“Ken, what do you want?”

“Can I take you out for dinner this weekend?”

I knit my brows. “Why?”

“To talk, Y/N… To see how you’re doing.”

Why are my cheeks suddenly getting warm?

I would be lying if I said I didn’t still have feelings for Nanami. They aren’t as strong as before, but something is still there. At one point in my life, I was madly in love with him. Despite us not working out, I genuinely wish him nothing but the best.

And maybe we can get to being friends again.

I just don’t know if now’s the time.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Can you at least think about it?” His voice is still soft. “Please?”

Before I can answer, the late bell rings.

“I have to go.” I’m already halfway through the door.

“Would you let me know?”

I look at him over my shoulder. “I… I’ll let you know.”

Class on Mondays is always the hardest for me. The day feels sluggish, and it moves like a snail. Again, yes, I love teaching, but I seriously cannot hang. Midnight was far too long for me to be out.

Actually, I have no reason to come since I had the company of a handsome fella.

How am I able to teach class while thinking about Toji? I don’t know, but I manage. My mind is split between today's lesson and the distinctive features of him.

Those rich emerald eyes. His dark locks. Pale yet a pretty shade of rose for his lips that’s accompanied by a scar that left me with questions.

Toji wore a baggy black outfit that had me guessing how his physique looked, however, from the looks of his hands and how they felt on my ass—I know it’s probably mouthwatering.

I’m honestly disappointed that I didn’t give him my number. I’m not a hundred percent ready for a new relationship, but also not opposed to one because I was checked out of my last for a while. But I do want to see Toji.

What’s the likelihood of me running into him at the bar again? Slim to none.

I guess we’ll see.

Anyways.

One of my students was reading a page of this week's book, a young adult psychological thriller, when the classroom door opened.

A boy stands there. Spiky hair, about five-foot-nine and green eyes. He looks at me, then around at the classroom before walking toward my desk.

“Hello,” I say with a smile. “Did you need help?”

He nods. “I’m a new student. Sorry for being late.”

“No, it’s okay. I didn’t realize I would be getting a new student today” I told him. “It must’ve slipped my mind.”

He stays silent.

“What’s your name? Do you feel comfortable introducing yourself to the class? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Megumi.”

No… this could be mere coincidence. I’m sure Megumi is a popular Japanese name.

“Nice to meet you, Megumi. I’m Miss L /N. Glad to have you here.” I’m left with no reaction. No expression. Just a blank face. “So, we’re reading right now. I only had a set amount of books. For now, you can share with one of the students, then I’ll be sure to get you a copy. Sounds good?”

“Okay.”

“Why don’t you go sit next to Yuji? He’s sitting in the back with pink hair and a red hoodie,” I said. “Yuji, raise your hand for me.”

“Megumi, here-” I called him to retrieve his schedule that he left on my desk. But before I give it to him, his full name catches my attention.

Fushiguro, Megumi.

This is no longer a mere coincidence, and now that I’m looking at Megumi, he resembles Toji— a lot. The features are uncanny. I can almost guarantee that’s how Toji looked when he was Megumi’s age.

Who knew the new student in my class would be the son of the man I’ve been thinking all morning?

Will I use this to my advantage? Most definitely.

It’s that time of year for me to schedule parent-teacher conferences, anyways.

“Miss L /N. Did you call me?”

“Ah, yes. Here. You left your schedule.”

Megumi takes the paper from me and returns to the direction where I told him to sit. Yuji tries to whisper, but his whispering is on the verge of an outside voice. I can hear the excitement in his voice when he finally has a student that’s open to sitting next to him.

Yuji is a sweet kid, but I know he had a rough time growing up based on the little information he shared with me. It’s just him and his older brother.

Teenagers are definitely more judgmental than elementary schoolers, so I notice students avoid him as much as possible yet he still gives them the kindest smile. Megumi seems quiet so I think him sitting next to Yuji will help out a bit.

“Yuji, you want to read the next page?”

He stands up eagerly. “Yes, Miss L /N!” Giggles and whispers around the classroom, causing me to shoot a glare.

“Okay, sweetheart. And remember if you come across a word you don’t know, take your time or ask for my help.” He nods and begins reading.

I pay attention for the most part, but I can’t help but think about another chance at seeing Toji Fushiguro.

It thrills me, even.

I hope he feels the same. I would like to think he does.

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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That I may be weak with you

"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test." - Alain de Botton Dorothea Delilah Darcy is a woman in her mid to late twenties, struggling to find her place in the world. A recent job opportunity as a guidance counsellor at Nevermore Academy seems like a godsend, and she could not miss it for the life of her. Still, perhaps more problems will arise than she expected. Between bubbly, extroverted students and an uncharacteristically reactive principal, she'll be forced to overcome the limitations of her abilities or separate herself entirely from the place she'll grow to call home.

Author's note: this is... something that I'm willing to share at the moment. I hope you like it, it certainly is more of an indulgence on my part than anything else. This and Honey, You're a Keeper are what's keeping me sane lately (although more fantasizing about both the stories than writing them)

Chapter One

"There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship" — Franz Kafka

You never thought you would someday get the chance to go to Nevermore. Being home-schooled was very common for kids in your community, and the boarding high school experience seemed to you like one of those unachievable dreams you only read about in the countless novels in your library.

You ended up not going, of course. At least not as a student. Now you approached the Nevermore gates in a car driven by a charming middle-aged man responsible for maintaining the campus surroundings nifty and, apparently, chauffeuring new professors.

A soft drizzle cast everything in a foggish autumnal setting. The term would begin in a week, so true autumn wasn't very far away, but the contrast with your parents' house was welcomed; it reminded you of Belfast, only warmer and sealess.

"What do you think, Ser Barnabas?" you petted the dark-grey tabby in your lap, "Will they be able to help us?"

"What was that, Miss?" the driver asked amicably.

"Oh! Nothing, Mr Duch, sorry to disturb you."

"Nonsense, girl, you've been nothing but nice the entire trip," he turned the car left and you saw the castle beyond the trees "We're here."

Nevermore Academy was a castle-like boarding school for teenage outcasts to learn how to control and develop their powers as well as a myriad of other subjects. You would do something along those lines, you would help them with their troubles. As it appears, their count had gone up considerably since last semester.

The building itself was a gorgeous piece of architecture. You remembered studying similar structures while going over the Gothic movement in college almost seven years ago but looking at pictures was never the same as visiting a cathedral. It certainly was not the same as stepping out of the car to a fairy-tale courtyard and mystical-looking archways. The grandiosity of the place brought you the nostalgia of reading The Secret Garden for the first time; childish curiosity meets fantastical hidden marvel.

"Everything was strange and silent and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone..."

"But somehow she did not feel lonely at all," someone interrupted your mumbling in a soft, amicable tone.

A tall blond approached you by the car, dressed in a long-sleeved, cream-coloured dress. She was easily a foot taller than you and quite intimidating, but contrary to her height, her warm blue eyes only invited you in. You felt a surge of emotion in your chest and slightly panicked at the thought of having an episode then and there, and out of nowhere too. You were certain no one was touching you, and you knew none of the people around you personally.

"Are you all right?" the beautiful woman asked, and a small crease appeared between her brows. She went to touch your arm, but you quickly composed yourself and stepped away to deposit Ser Barnabas on the ground.

"I'm quite all right, yes!" you tried to smile, "I was only surprised you knew Ms Hogson's words."

"Hardly an uncommon read," Ser Barnabas went to her and walked between her legs, rubbing on her quite uncharacteristically.

"But you knew them exactly, Pride and Prejudice is not an uncommon read and yet most people won't be able to quote it if asked."

"Quite the debater, I see, but you do have a point," she arched one perfectly designed eyebrow at you "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Darcy, I'm Larissa Weems, the principal of Nevermore Academy," she held her hand out to you and of course you were being unnecessarily prickly to the one person that could fire you and send you away at any time.

"Oh, my, I'm so sorry!" you hastily recovered from your previous scare, putting on a well-practised mask of serenity, "We only talked through e-mails so I'm afraid I didn't recognize you," you took her hand confidently "I didn't realise you would be meeting me quite so soon."

"I prefer to give the tour myself to any new staff member. I believe it to be a good bonding opportunity," she smiled easily. She was so effortlessly gracious, you had to admit leadership suited her like her obviously tailored dress.

You tugged on your glove ends to distract yourself from her overwhelming warmth and turned to look at the kind gentleman that brought you there, "Mr Duch, could you open the truck for me? I'd like to bring my things along to save time."

"Oh, don't worry, darling. I'll ask some of the staff to do that for you. You can go, Mr Duch, and have a rest before getting back to work, I believe Philomena made hot chocolate about half an hour ago and there still might have some."

"Thank you, principal, have a good day," the man left through a side pathway and quickly was out of view beyond the archways.

You were left with the imposing figure, and there wasn't much you could do aside from accompanying her. Somehow, she made you more nervous than you anticipated. Meeting new people was always a complicated ordeal, but with Principal Weems the hairs on your arms seemed more charged than usual as if her energy already knew you, which was impossible.

Ser Barnabas, the traitor, was nowhere to be seen. After nuzzling her ankles, he just skipped away to explore. You were relieved she didn't seem to realize or mind your cat's affections, after all, pets could not be prohibited but it didn't mean other co-workers or your boss had to like yours.

"I'll show you your private accommodations and we'll have a look around the school. Your office is near the astronomy tower, just before the Desdemona Hall communal area."

Your rooms consisted of a large bedroom and office area with an adjoining bathroom equipped with a bathtub and separate shower space. It was similar to what your last place of employment offered, but the stone walls and gothic feel were an entirely different level of appeal.

The principal showed you the dining area, the quad — which was a pentagon — the teacher's breakroom and your own classroom. The rest she said you'd be quickly acquainted with during the next few weeks. She explained some basic rules of the academy and advised you to be cautious of students trying to trick you into giving them a Jericho pass, especially Ophelia Hall girls. You found it all quite simple to understand, but that was only when you could actually concentrate on what the woman was telling you and not the movement of her lips forming words.

She had a very articulate way of expressing herself, something expected from someone in such a position of power, but it was understandably charming accompanied by her melodic accent, low voice and powerful stance. She commanded discipline by simply being.

"I hope to see you very soon, Miss Darcy," the woman concluded with a winning smile, "Dinner is served at seven-thirty, as I already told you. If you would like to dine out, please notify Mr Duch before five and transportation back is on you," she nodded one final time before turning on her heels and walking down the corridor.

You surveyed your office once more. Now that you were alone, a sense of calm finally made its way to your bones. Being near other people wasn't unpleasant most of the time, but the principal seemed to have a particularly powerful presence and keeping yourself in check all the time while paying attention to her was exhausting. Not that you paid all that much attention to her, instead just ogling like a creep.

Your files were already organized in the first drawer of your desk; all the documents you sent through e-mails to the school board were printed and put together in a leather cover binder. Very aesthetically pleasing and organized. You loved whoever did that for taking their time to sort through everything so carefully.

Leaving the office behind, you went back to your rooms for a shower and change of clothes. Ser Barnabas somehow was inside, sleeping atop a suitcase as if he was protecting your belongings.

"Someone had a busy hour," you scratched behind his ear and he stretched, meowing for being woken up.

You unpacked and put your things away in drawers and armoires, leaving Ser Barnabas' teacup by the enormous arched window overlooking the quad for him to hydrate whenever he deemed necessary — sometimes you were convinced he drank mentally because the water would disappear and he would be sleeping in the exact same position as the one before you left — before having a long-awaited shower.

You didn't go to dinner that day, deciding on a series of one-person games of draughts before bed.

#larissa weems #principal weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #teacher!reader #soft #wednesday (netflix)#gwendoline christie #comfort fic #which doesn't mean it won't be sad at times #because yk I take comfort crying for fictional characters

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my-blind-album · 1 year

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Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Reader - Killer Dean

{it is recommended that you listen to the song while reading it helps for a better understanding}

Requests; OPEN

Pairing; Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Never Teacher Reader

Category; I don't know

Warning(s); Mentions of blood, and possible killing, cursing

POV; Professor Clarissa Dovey finally asks Y/n about her secret girlfriend that no one knows about but the things Y/n says of her girlfriend are cruel-some and Dovey is left in shock and fear.

Friendships between Evers and Nevers weren't that possible or normal to be seen but since the unison of the schools of both good and evil, things have changed...for the good of course and everyone's more social and enthusiastic which hasn't been seen for over 200 years by both schools.

So there they laid on the ground in the Ever garden looking at clouds. Two close friends who never thought to have close in the first place. "Y/n?" A hum was sent to the golden dean or the previous dean of good. "You never told me about your secret girlfriend, yet" the dean looks over to the female beside her who just continued to look at the clouds with a wide smile forming on her mouth. "Yet" "Excuse me?" the dean asked looking back to the clouds. "You said I haven't told you them, yet, meaning I will someday not now" it was now the previous never teacher's turn to look at the woman beside with a cheeky grin knowing how her friend would react.

"Oh come on Y/n! You've been saying that for the past weeks!" "And I'm sure they're still more weeks to go by till you'll see her" "And why's that?" "She went away for a lil-trip and won't be coming back until supposedly next week or the week after" "Oh, when did she leave?" "Last night" the golden fairy squinted her eyebrows. "That's the same time Lesso left for a lil-trip as well, although I don't know where really" "Mhm" "Do I know your mysterious girlfriend?" "Quite so, yes you do" "Please Y/n just tell me who it is, or at-least describe them for me!" "Describe?" "Yeah what is she like? do? enjoy? her backstory? anything really!" "Anything?" Y/n says looking over to her best friend who was already looking at her with the biggest grin on her face. "Mhm!" "Alright then!" Y/n gets up and sits down, using her finger glow to magically appear a book filled with all the fairy-tales of heroes and villains. Flipping through the pages she stops once she reaches the one she has been looking for and smirk forms on her face and she glances at her golden friend who looked more than amused.

There is this girl, the most beautiful in the world

She has all the boys in town wrapped 'round her finger, oh

She would walk the halls and everyone would whisper and talk

'Cause all the girls in town wanna be her

Dovey looks eagerly at Y/n, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement and Y/n smirked at this. Phase one of the plan was already in place and from looks of it, soon phase 7 shall be complete.

But behind those emerald eyes, she's a devil in disguise

The prom has blood on her hands

Every boy and girl she dates disappears without a trance

So be careful if she asks you to dance

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood stained dress

The look of curiosity in Dovey's eyes faded to be erupted by something else, fear.

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you cross her path you just might end up dead

Y/n switches up the lyrics to not only show that her girlfriend is a victim but to also disclaim that her life was torture and killing people who wronged her and others was only her way of getting revenge.

There is this girl who was broken by the world

'Cause every day at school they'd push and shove her, oh

Getting up from the ground, Dovey and Y/n's surroundings change into darkness till a flashback imagery appears, showing a young and naïve redheaded girl getting mocked and abused by her agemates and her witnessing other people like her getting made of as joke as well and clear rage is seen in her eyes as her hands clench into a stone cold fist.

But she had a plan, one day she would get her revenge

And those cheerleaders and jocks would be six feet under

But behind those angel eyes, lies a devil in surprise

The prom queen has killed for her crown

Every boy and girl she seeks never comes back in one piece

So be careful when she tries to ask you out

The girl had given herself an entire makeover to turn what others saw as plain to stunning. Everyone boy in town loved her, for her looks of course and the girls all envied her. She would ask out all the boys who mocked her for being unattractive and murder them the next day without living any traces towards her.

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood stained dress

She'll fill you up with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you break her heart you just might lose your head.

She'd invited all the girls who bullied her to a sleepover and end their lives within their sleeps, one by one.

She's dancing by herself

She's crowned the queen of hell

Tears will sink into her skin

She's gonna get revenge

You're all gonna know her name

She's the one and only killer queen

The imagery changes to show an older looking version of the girl. Her red hair is no longer straight but instead a curly mess. A black cane within the palms of her hands and her rosy pink lips form a sinister smile. Her eyes, however, are merely covered by a shadow but with a blink of an eye you could see a sort of emerald spark shine through one of them.

She's a motherfucking killer dean, a psychopath at 17

A beautiful and broken mess

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you break her heart you just might meet your end.

"So you're telling me that you're girlfriend is actually a serial killer on the loose?" Dovey asks with a bit of panic. "Yes but she would never kill me." "Really?" "I don't know, to be honest, it all depends on whether or not she'll love me till the end because I know I would never leave her." "But why? she's basically a Jeffery Dahmer with no control, expect the part of cannibalism!" "I love her because I know that under all of flaws and beauty, there's a broken girl who never got the chance to experience love cause everyone as always against her." Y/n finishes changing back their surroundings back to the garden. The book she held disappeared into thin air and she laid down on the ground once again, going back to watch the clouds.

"Okay but could I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." "What did you mean by 'killer dean'?" "Seriously? even after that whole song you still couldn't guess who I was talking about?" "No! Like- I have a hunch but I don't know if it's right" "Just say it." "Is it Lesso?" Y/n just merely sighs, turning her head to her friend and nodding her head. "Are you mad?" "What? No! Why would I be mad?" "I mean, I don't know whether or not you're cool with homosexuals or not so I assumed that-" "Well don't assume, I have no problem with you and your preferences, it's who you are, you have to embrace it, is that why you've been so secretive about her?" "Yeah, I mean if you hadn't found out that day, there's a high chance that I would have never told you, so I'm glad you found out." "I'm glad too."

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I was bored and this has been in my drafts since last year so I was like...sure why not?

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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 25: Girls' Trip Fairytale Ending--Jen's Tale

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 3199

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 20 21 22 23 24 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This story is the 4th of an eventual 5 chapters of a story I wrote for the birthdays of @jrob64, @snowbellewells, and @kmomof4.

CS Genre: Season 6 fix it fic

Jen didn’t know what she expected transportation via storybook to be like, but she was delighted to discover it was something like entering a snowglobe. Snowflakes swirled around her, and she watched with delight as they landed on her arms, her shoulders, the ends of her hair. Each one was different, but each was thoroughly exquisite in its own way. She knew that most people didn’t get her love of winter and snow but it was beautiful and fascinating, and she would go on loving it despite what anyone else might say.

So engrossed was Jen in the snow swirling around her, that she barely noticed moving from her place in the cabin until the air cleared and she found herself just inside the Charming’s flat. Her eyes fell first on the tremendous, festively decorated Christmas tree in the sitting area and then the simpler evergreen wreath hanging on the inside of the door.

So it was Christmastime in her version of events? Well, why not? Wasn’t Christmas the time for magic? And she would need some heavy duty, industrial strength magic to fix the mess Isaac had made of the latter part of season 6.

“So Hook….he killed my father? Okay, that’s a little tough to process.” she heard David say from the kitchen area, and suddenly she knew just exactly where they were in the story.

She hung back for a moment, trying to figure out just the right time and the right way to intervene.

“I was hoping I didn’t have to tell you,” Emma said, sounding defeated from her perch on the breakfast bar.

“Where the hell is Hook anyway?” David asked, aggressively pacing the kitchen. “He didn’t have the guts to come tell me himself?”

If anything, Emma looked even more dejected. “There’s more. Hook, he … he left town.”

“What?” David exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and staring at his daughter in disbelief.

“We had a big fight about him hiding this, and I told him if he wasn’t ready to trust me that, that we shouldn’t talk for a while,” Emma said, “so I guess he wasn’t ready, because Leroy saw him on the docks, and he got on the Nautilus and just…sailed away.”

At this, Jen found herself shaking her head, hurrying forward to intervene.

“Emma,” she said gently, “are you sure? Are you absolutely SURE that’s what happened?”

Emma looked up, anger and pain written all over her face. She spread her hands wide. “He’s not here, is he? What am I supposed to think?”

“I know how hurt you are by all that happened,” Jen said, “but hasn’t he shown you yet that you don’t need to put up your walls to protect yourself from him? Hasn’t he proven how much he loves you?”

“Not enough to keep from hiding things from me,” she muttered.

“Kind of like how you hid the truth about the shears and your destiny as savior from him?” Jen asked, being careful to keep any hint of accusation from her tone.

“That’s….that’s different!” Emma spluttered, jumping from the counter and striding purposely toward the coat rack. “I’ve gotta get to the station. Look, whatever you or I or anyone else might think of him, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that Leroy saw him leave me. End of discussion.”

As though to punctuate her sentence, she stepped out the door and slammed it behind her. The Christmas wreath on the door fell to the floor with the violence of the action. David moved forward to replace the decoration on its perch.

“You know I’m right, don’t you David?” Jen asked.

He didn’t look at her, instead taking long moments to adjust the wreath just so on the door. Finally he turned back to face her. “She’s my daughter, Jen, and she’s hurting, and he’s the cause of it, whatever led to it. My focus has to be on helping her heal”

“But if things aren’t exactly the way they look…if maybe this is the work of a villain or something,” Jen said, “wouldn’t the ideal way to help her be to figure out the truth? And you know Killian. You know how much he loves Emma. Doesn’t he deserve the benefit of the doubt?”

David frowned, and Jen could tell her words struck a chord in him. “I suppose you’re right.”

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With another delightful swirl of snow, Jen found herself transported to the sheriff’s station where David and Emma were discussing digitizing files and the merits of busywork to help dull the pain. She decided to hang back in the shadows, watching to see how this scene played out.

“I’ve got just the thing to mend a broken heart,” Regina said happily, brushing snow off of her coat as she breezed into the station and held up a small piece of paper rolled into a scroll.

Emma eyed it warily. “Whatever spell that is, I don’t want it. I’m seriously not in the mood for magic.”

“Who said anything about magic?” Regina said unfurling the scroll which was covered in so many images of the season, it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it. “It’s a two for one drink coupon for that new club, Aesop’s Tables. Seems they’re having a big Christmas sale. It’d be a shame to waste it!”

David stepped up, looking at the coupon and shaking his head. “Really? You think half priced liquor is the way to go.”

“I certainly do,” Regina said. “We need a ladies night out, me, Emma and Snow. We go early enough, we can get back in time for Christmas eve with the family.”

Emma looked unimpressed at the suggestion. “Remember she’s in a sleeping curse? She’s at home. Asleep.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to be asleep,” Regina said with a meaningful look at David.

“Oh come on! I just woke up!” he said. Regina gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes. “I guess she doesn’t have to be asleep.”

Emma got to her feet, clearly in no mood for any of this. “I can’t. I’m about to go on patrol, and shouldn’t you be trying to break that curse?”

Regina blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, I’m working on it, but I could use a break. We all could. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re trying to hide it because, well, you’re Emma, but you can’t just run from this.”

Emma gave her a hard look. “I didn’t run. Hook ran, so, there’s nothing more to say.” She placed the last file on the pile in front of her with rather more force than strictly necessary, and then headed toward the door. It was abundantly clear that she was running from the conversation as much as she was heading out on rounds.

“You know,” David said speculatively as she walked out, “I’ve been thinking.”

Regina snorted, “a dangerous pastime.”

He glared at her and then went back to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure it’s true. I’m not sure Hook really DID run,” he finished.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” she asked, gesturing around the office to make her point. “Seems your daughter has some reason to think he skipped town.”

“Leroy,” David said.

“I beg your pardon?” Regina said.

“Leroy’s her reason,” David said. “He apparently saw Hook on the docks, told Emma something about Hook getting on the Nautilus and sailing away.”

Regina tutted derisively. “Leroy? Emma’s just going on the word of that gossip girl?”

David shrugged. “You know how hard it is for Emma to trust, how closely she guards her heart. She’s hurting, but you and I both know Hook. That man isn’t capable of loving by half measures. It doesn’t make sense that he’d decide he doesn’t trust her and just….cut his losses and skip town.”

Jen nodded in satisfaction. That’s the David she knew, rather than the clueless one Isaac wrote, the one who was ready to believe the worst of Killian at the slightest provocation.

“I guess you have a point there,” Regina conceded, “and we do have a psychopath running around trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it’s time to give the pirate the benefit of the doubt.”

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With another swirl of snow, Jen found herself in the sitting room of Emma’s house. She smiled as she saw the tall Christmas tree in the corner, bedecked with lights and garland and all manner of hook, swan, storybook and Disney character ornaments.

The smile slid from her face as she spied Emma and Henry sitting together at opposite ends of the sofa. Henry played on his phone, earbuds in place while Emma slowly, gently placed Hook’s possessions in his chest. She hesitated as she reached Liam’s ring hanging from its chain. She held it close, looking down at it, the tears coming to her eyes in spite of herself.

Beside her, Henry seemed to notice her distress. He pulled the earbuds from his ears. “Mom, you okay?”

Emma took a deep breath and decisively placed the ring in the trunk and closed the lid. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. “I have to be,” she added under her breath. “Henry, can you take this out to the shed later?”

Henry nodded. “Yeah, whatever you want.”

That was it? That was all Henry had to say on the matter? Clearly it was time for Jen to intervene again.

“Take a moment to think about this Emma, Henry,” Jen said. “Look at what’s sitting before you. Hook’s chest, filled with all his most prized possessions. If he was going to leave you, why would he leave all of that behind?”

Jen saw a small glimmer of hope dawn in Emma’s eye, but just as quickly it disappeared. “I don’t know, but I’ve already told you. I have to face the facts. Holding on to false hope only hurts worse.”

Beside her, Henry furled his brow. “Jen’s got a point, mom,” he said, Jen nodded in satisfaction. Maybe the Truest Believer was ready to work his (metaphorical) magic once more. “Killian spent two hundred years trying to avenge my grandma Milah. Once he loves someone, he loves them forever.”

There was that tiny spark of hope in her eyes once more. It lasted longer this time before it faded. “But sometimes love is not enough. Seems that’s the case with Hook.”

“Mom, he literally went to hell for you,” Henry said. “You two were proven True Love. When Zeus wanted to send Killian to his ultimate reward–to the place he truly belonged–he sent him back to you. You really think he gave all of that up over an argument?”

Emma took a moment to think this over and seemed to be on the verge of responding when there was a brisk knock on the door, and a moment later David and Regina strolled in.

“Regina…what the hell?” Emma asked, getting to her feet.

“Your Charming father and I have been talking,” Regina said, “and we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re being an idiot.”

“I’d like to point out for the record, that that is not the conclusion I came to,” David said with an exasperated glare in the direction of his step-mother-in-law. “I said that I thought your pain might be clouding your judgment.”

“Technicalities,” Regina said with a wave of the hand.

Emma rolled her eyes. “As much as I’m enjoying the bickering at my expense,” she drawled, “is there a point to your visit?”

“We were thinking,” David said, stepping forward. “How many times in this town has a villain screwed with things and made circumstances seem different than they are in order to despirit the heroes and further their plan? How can we be sure Gideon didn’t, I don’t know, do something to make Killian leave?”

There was that hope in Emma’s eyes once more, and this time it stubbornly refused to fade. “Do you really think that could be the case?” she asked.

“Of course!” Henry said, “and we know what Gideon’s trying to do! He’s trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support before the final battle! It would be just like him to get rid of Killian, her true love.”

“But…” Emma said, starting to protest once more, but far more weakly this time.

“Emma he’s your True Love, and that’s a special kind of magic,” David said, placing his hands on her arms. “Don’t you at least owe him–and yourself–trying to figure out for sure?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Emma said, “but how? Forget why he left. We don’t even know where he went.”

Jen stepped up, looking at Regina. “It’s Christmas time. Surely there’s some sort of…I don’t know…enchanted Christmas ornament ro something that can help us out.”

“I don’t know about an ornament,” Regina said slowly, “but there is the legend of the Christmas wreath.”

“What legend is that, mom?” Henry asked.

“Well the evergreen wreath is a symbol of everlasting love, right?” Regina asked. “You know, evergreens never shedding their green needles, the circle the symbol of that with no beginning or end, all of that?”

Emma shrugged.

“Well, apparently, at Christmastime, the wreath has a special, even greater magic,” Regina says. “The magic of the season enhances its True Love properties, and, in short, if someone is True Love, it’s said they will be able to see their True Love in it, assuming they adorn it with something meaningful belonging to said True Love.”

“One problem,” Emma said. “I don’t have a wreath.”

“But Grandma and Grandpa do!” Henry said excitedly. “They made it together and it’s on their door! That could work, couldn’t it?”

Regina groaned. “Given how utterly sickening their True Love is, I’d say a wreath they lovingly made together might be the perfect option.”

“And as for something meaningful to Killian,” Emma said, reaching into the trunk and grasping Liam’s ring, “I’ve got the perfect thing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” David asked with a broad smile. “Let’s get back to the loft!”

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“I don’t see anything,” Emma said dejectedly several minutes later.

Regina had poofed them directly to the loft, and Emma had wasted no time in draping Liam’s ring over her parents’ wreath before staring into the center of it.

“You have to believe, Emma,” Regina said, “truly believe in the strength and everlasting nature of your love. You need to put all doubts from your mind.”

Emma took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked back through the center of the wreath. She gasped, hearing him before she saw him.

“Emma? Emma are you there? I didn’t mean to leave. I was on my way back to you and Gideon, he sent me away.”

Slowly the picture began to emerge from within the wreath. Killian seemed to be in some exotic place, a place in the desert. If Emma wasn’t mistaken, he was standing beside…was that Ariel?...and he was speaking into what looked like a seashell.

“Seems he’s trying to communicate via ‘shell’ phone,” David grinned. Regina groaned and Emma shushed them both, concentrating on what she was hearing from the wreath…or shell…or whatever the hell was happening.

“I would never leave you. Emma. He wanted me out of the way, and I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m trying to get home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

Tears of relief filled Emma’s eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “Killian?” she answered.

Through the wreath, she saw him start and look down in wonder at the shell in his hand. “Emma? You’re there?”

“I’m here,” she said tearfully. “I hear you. I love you too!”

“I’m trying desperately to get home to you,” he said. “Christmas is tomorrow, and I couldn’t bear to spend it without you. Do you have any suggestions?”

Emma looked around at Regina. “Anything more to that wreath legend?” she asked. “Can it, like, transport someone?”

“Well,” Regina said slowly, “I suppose it’s possible, if he could find a wreath of his own and something of yours to tether them together. Maybe the wreath could bring him home.”

“Are you there, love?” Killian asked.

“He can’t hear you?” Emma asked Regina.

She shrugged. “Well he’s not my True Love.”

Emma rolled her eyes before telling Killian what Regina had just conveyed to her. It was a matter of just a moment to get everything arranged. As luck would have it, Ariel had, among her tremendous collection of random things, a Christmas wreath, and Killian was able to tether it to Emma’s by adding her engagement ring to its boughs.

There was a flash of Christmas lights, and then he was there, back in the room with them.

Jen held her breath, knowing what was coming, thrilled at the prospect of being a witness to it. She pulled back to give them a bit of privacy, even if she had no intention of withdrawing entirely from a scene of such great importance to her very favorite fictional couple.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Killian said, taking her hand. “I should have told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago, and I should never, never have even considered running away.

Jen noticed the tears in Emma’s eyes, her watery smile as she looked up at him. “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turned away, trying to pull him with her, but he held his ground. “No,” he said, “no, there’s something I have to do before I get pushed into another portal and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Killian reached into his jacket pocket, wincing with the pain the movement caused his bruised body. He pulled out the engagement ring and Jen noticed how brilliantly it shown in the light of the Christmas tree behind them.

“Swan,” he continued "I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of–that I will always, always be by your side.” He sunk to one knee gazing up at her with every ounce of the love and adoration he felt for her. “So, Emma Swan, what do you say? Will you marry me?”

While normally not nearly as exuberant as Krystal, it was only with great difficulty that Jen restrained herself from squealing. The scene had been beautiful and romantic when she’d watched it on her TV screen–multiple times–but being there, in person–there were no words.

And then when Emma got to her knees beside him, took his face in her hands, gave him her yes and then kissed him tenderly, there was no way Jen could have held back her ecstatic sigh.

Neither Emma nor Killian, who were thoroughly engrossed with each other and cocooned in their love nor anyone else in the room heard or noticed as the snow swirled one last time to transport Jen back to the cabin.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#christmas reruns 2023 #cs fanfiction #captain swan christmas ff #my fanfiction #girls' trip fairy tale ending

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Slightly niche Modern AU Rafal headcanon (Does anyone agree or have a different take?):

I had a random association and now, I'm almost certain Rafal would enjoy Russian doomer music, even solely for its vibes (assuming he is the fantasy equivalent of a Westerner who only speaks a Germanic language because most fairy tales in SGE are the Germanic ones. Honestly, one thing I wonder about, even if we have evidence of Spanish and other accents' existence, is how the Woods as we've seen them are rather monolingual, probably for plot convenience, but that depiction just strikes me as a little strange, like, too deeply suspect that their world is that unified, all by itself—unless the Storian is to blame as usual—maybe we're not meant to allot it any critical thought...), although I've looked up some English translations of this genre's lyrics and they are rather dark, so that fits him fairly well—unless being silent with his thoughts would be preferable.

Yet, one clarification to make: Even if the music might resonate with him, I think he wouldn't be a fatalist until much later in whatever character progression he'd have. Instead, I see him as a doomsday prepper, in probably a more I-will-live-against-all-odds, Western, literally every-man-for-himself, individualist sense as that might be more in line with his character in canon. He'd be obsessed with survivalism and TEOTWAWKI (The End of the World as We Know It) as a concept.

Here is an example of the music I found—I'm not sure if this is actually representative of the whole and I don't know much about it or the historical context though.

Also, here are some English lyrics from various songs under the cut that I just happened to like:

Again the spring has come, And warming rays of sun Are looking in my cell through window-panes Again the heart will ache The feelings will awake And memory recalls auld days

Those days will come to me And I shall feel and see The girl whom I loved so long ago That girl came and left That girl I can’t forget Her image’s always in my soul.

Vladimir prison-house Сold northern wind My transport came from Tver And all my evil deeds Lie on my heart like heavy weights

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Stab me with that stare as i walk by It's like poison in my blood It trips me up just like a stone I'm just sick of people, and they're sick of everything

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My ship is sailing straight ahead, avoiding the land The captain drunk and stubborn He'll protect it till the end Drowning to the right, drowning to the left Not enough lifeboats, there isn't help for everyone Swimming away, I'm swimming away somewhere straight, somewhere away

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The Maiden and the Drowning Boy | Aegon x OC | Chapter Ten

Rating: Explicit Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong (Lyonel Strong's Daughter), Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen

Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

Tropes: Childhood Sweethearts/Friends to Lovers, Generational Trauma and Cycles of Abuse, It's All About the Character Development, Unreliable Narrators, Multi-POV, Canon Divergent, Bisexual Aegon II Targaryen, Book/Show Mash Up, Fix-It Of Sorts, Stopping the Cycle of Abuse before it gets us all killed, Team Neutral, fairy tale vibes meets victorian medievalism meets grrm

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Warnings: A scene of parental/familial abuse at the beginning.

CHAPTER TEN - I LET YOU STOP ME

The shadow of the Tower looms with thunderous rage. A boy chooses vice over panic, and a girl discovers what it feels like to court attention. The cycle of the conqueror's loss must come to an end.

Aegon had woken blearily in the watery grey light of pre-dawn, frowning at the drooling girl on his shoulder. Her hair was a soft, fawn brown, getting into his mouth where she had curled against him, and confusion overtook him at the utter lack of red. He had dreamed of red hair and blue eyes, a turned up nose and cinnamon sugar freckles across pale skin. The lack of it was jarring and annoying.

He’d not been the first man to sow Marla Lefford’s fields, and Aegon felt little guilt at plying the lady with cups of wine and sweet words in an effort to ease the pain from the gaping wounds clawed open inside him. Aegon shoved at her shoulder, and the girl startled awake.

“You best get going before you’re caught,” he grumbled, pushing her unceremoniously from the bed, and tugging the covers back over himself. She sputtered in sleepy confusion as she grabbed her things. Whatever else she had complained about went unheard as Aegon and his pulsing headache burrowed face down into the pillows. He reached beneath to twist his fingers into Abby’s torn nightgown, gripping it like a child’s toy and letting the lingering scent of bergamot and soap lull him back into a miserable sleep.

‘You’re pathetic,’ was his hazy thought on the cusp of dreaming and awake. The headache that pulsed behind his eyes was an old friend. Aegon sunk into the acrid taste in the back of his throat and the miserable vestiges of red hair in the firelight.

The next time he opened his eyes was to the spike of pain jarring through his left shoulder as he was yanked from the bed. There was no time to yell, to flail or kick. He hit the cold stone floor with a painful thump, his legs still tangled in the bed sheets. Light now streamed properly into his bedroom and Aegon was left blinking on the floor as Otto Hightower stepped into the shaft of light, a moon blotting out the sun.

“Fuck,” was all Aegon managed to groan before the boot to the ribs sent him gasping.

He barely heard the sharp inhale of his mother as he was hauled up, stumbling and tripping naked from the bed. “I should have you thrown in a horse trough,” his grandfather snarled, and shook him violently by the arm so that his teeth clacked and rattled. “Or maybe I should have you thrown from that window.” Aegon gritted his teeth to keep from letting the man know how badly it hurt to be jerked around by his arm. It was his sword arm. His gaze lowered for a moment to the fallen tangle of sheets at his feet, to the lyre that lay hidden beneath them. ‘Your playing arm,’ he thought, fuzzy and distant in the moment. When was the last time he’d even played?

‘Don’t dislocate it again,’ he silently begged, for prayers were useless for a monster such as him. ‘Maybe I’ll get a scrap of honour if I win the melee.’ If he won his bout, maybe he’d be worth something. Maybe Abby would look at him gently again instead of avoiding his gaze.

“Grandfather,” Aegon rasped, and his bloodshot eyes tracked around the man’s shoulder to see his mother by the door. She was pale and beautiful, her auburn hair a single tight braid coiled around her head. How young she looked, with her round face and smooth skin. How frightened she looked, with her brown eyes wide and glossy and the ever careful veneer of propriety and calm cracking with her worry.

Worry for him? ‘Will wonders ever cease? First a duplicitous rabbit hiding claws and now a mother who cared. How lucky am I?’

“Loras Lefford claims you deflowered his sister! How can you be so bloody stupid, boy!”

“Did I?” Aegon asked, manic laughter edging along his words amid his fear and the pain pulsing through his ribs. “Unless he’s trying to cover up getting to his sister first, someone else had the honour. She was decently practised-” The back of his grandfather’s hand struck him so hard Aegon saw stars, crashing into the poster of the bed from the force of it.

Blood filled his mouth, and Mother cried out, “Stop this! Father!”

“You have let this go too far, Alicent!” the Tower roared as Mother shoved between the pair of them. She was so little between them even when she was only a scant few inches shorter than him. It was a strange sensation. Mother so often felt like she loomed large over them as she had when they were children, until they both stood in the face of The High Tower and the shadow he cast over them all. Aegon lifted his hand to his bloody mouth, teeth sore from the hit and cutting against his lip. “That boy should have been taken in hand years ago! You had a duty and an expectation. The boy made an utter fool of himself last night, and he’ll make a fool of himself each day you coddle him.”

Coddle him? His mother had never coddled him, and if she had, Aegon could hardly remember those soft touched days. A hand smoothing over his hair, a smile and a kiss, all were fleeting things. He looked at the way her shoulders shook from the effort to keep from curling them in on herself.

“You will not touch him,” she gritted out and against all reason, Aegon saw his grandfather reach for her.

Through the haze of his pulsing headache and the pain through his arm, he shot his hand out to grab his grandfather’s wrist before he could touch his mother. The man glared through his surprise at Aegon’s intervention and he shoved The Tower back, stepping between him and his mother with no care for himself.

“She is your queen,” Aegon spat, all remnants of his manic laughter gone, and despite his lack of clothing, he squared his shoulders, princely disdain dripping from his voice. “You’ll fucking address her with the respect owed to her and that she deserves. To lay hands on your monarch is treason. You’d not commit treason, would you, Lord Hand.”

The room was silent.

Aegon could not breathe and he did not hear his mother breathe either. He could feel her trembling behind him as Otto loomed over them. He looked at his grandfather with disdain and disgust, doing his best to mimic the same expression the old man constantly levelled on him.

“You stink,” the man finally growled. “Get a bath and then get to the council chambers. You will not embarrass this family any further when everything we do is for your benefit. Lady Lefford will be given a position in your sister’s court and you’ll keep your cock in check until you’ve bedded your wife and made heirs.”

Aegon swallowed harshly and felt the tingle in his hands, the thread of ribbon wound through his ribs knotting tighter. He watched his grandfather storm from the room, his mother sparing him a soft, glossy eyed look before the door shut heavily behind them. He sat heavily on the edge of his bed and gazed down at the mangled instrument beneath his feet.

Aegon stared into the middle distance between him and where Lord Bracken sat across from him, and wondered if this was how Abby felt when he grabbed her.

His right shoulder ached and had now become a dull, burning sort of discomfort that he was familiar with from landing on it too hard or twisting his arm the wrong way in the training yard. It wasn’t dislocated - a sensation Aegon was all too familiar with - but the burn persisted, and all he could think about was the press of his fingers into Abby’s bicep both in the garden and the night before in the corridor.

The imprints of his fingers along her pale skin, yellow moons peaking between the stars of her freckles, came to mind. Burned there behind his eyelids. She’d chirped softly when he grabbed her the first time and he knew that it hurt more than the soft sound would have indicated. She made no such sound the evening prior, and Aegon couldn’t help but wonder if she had been prepared for it and held the sound in. Hadn’t he learned the same lesson over the years? Hadn’t he kept the sound of his own pain locked tight inside of him that morning?

“This is not the first time we’ve heard of fields or orchards burning, my Lords,” Lord Wylde said from across the table. “Food that does not just belong to your holdings, but to the realm, and to your liege lords. Lord Elmo, what recourse has been doled out for this?”

His gaze darted briefly toward where his sire sat at the head of the table. King Viserys was filmy eyed, reclined back in the great seat, sipping from his goblet. He’d worn his crown for the occasion, the swirls of gold catching in the light streaking from the seven pointed star above. Aegon wondered if it should have been sitting at his left hand, as his eldest son.

Not heir. Never heir.

Maybe never truly wanted.

His mother sat on the king’s left, beautiful and austere in her gown of green silk that sat high around her neck, the colour so dark it might have been black, the pattern glimmering like her own set of dragon scales in the morning light. Her curls, still vibrantly auburn, were pulled away from her face where her tiara settled, a delicate thing of wrought gold and opals. Across from her sat his grandfather in the same deep green-almost-black doublet, and beside him, Lord Elmo.

“Lord Elmo is looking for a new bride, and they’d be looking to bring Harrenhal into their holdings.”

“Each season you think to nip more and more of our lands away-”

“Those are our lands and you bloody well know it! You saw the survey done three years ago that proved it!”

Aegon resolutely did not look towards the end of the table to his left, where Ser Edmund Vance sat beside Tyland Lannister, the Master of Ships, barely hiding his exasperations with the proceedings.

Abby would be his wife, all chirps of pain and guileless eyes and judgement, and she would make him Lord of Harrenhal. He was not heir, after all. He had nothing to his name. Nothing to gain upon the deathbed of his father. Nothing to show for anything.

His fingers traced the goblet in front of him, and he stared down at the watered wine he’d been allowed like a child. The urge to fling it across the room was strong, and he tapped his fingers against the delicate metal. He wondered if he clenched it hard enough he could crush it within his grasp.

Crush like Abby’s arm. Crush like his grandfather’s grip on his bicep that morning. He knew from experience the marks would be black by nightfall. Had his marks on Abby gone black? Were they black that morning? Surely he hadn’t grabbed her that hard, no matter how much her words tore at his very essence, no matter how he thought to drag her away, to shake her.

Aegon wasn’t sure if it was the hangover or the mere thought of those marks that made his throat burn with bile.

Her words stung. Her words ran around his mind like dogs chasing a rabbit through the labyrinthine forest of his mind. Abby never avoided looking at him in his eyes, but the previous evening she’d looked angry and shamed. His fingers curled against his goblet, and it took everything in him to keep from summoning the servant for more, not wanting the harsh gazes of his mother and grandfather to fall upon him.

“Are you implying, Lord Bracken, that the results of the survey ordered by this very council were not upheld by your liege lord?” His mother’s voice cut smoothly through the bickering lords, and it sent prickles along the back of Aegon’s neck. He knew that voice. The earnest curiosity that hid the trap she lay before her was more familiar to him now than the gentle crooning from his childhood. Aegon gazed from the corner of his eye past Lord Wylde to where his mother rested her primly folded hands on the table.

“Just beat each other and be done with it,” he muttered, taking a mouthful of wine as he tried to figure out what was lying before him. He did not realise a silence had fallen across the table at his mother’s question.

“Aegon,” rasped his father, and it took everything in him not to give a start at the king calling him by name, and the correct name at that. “My boy, if you have something to share, you are welcome to it.”

All eyes swivelled to him, and Aegon’s gaze stayed upon his father. A prickle of heat crept along the back of his neck, familiar and stomach churning. All that missed was the fire crackling at his back, his brother maimed and in pain in the chair before him. Instead, it was lords of the realm, and Edmund Vance’s poncy, square cut jaw and curls like a crown on his head all looking at him.

‘Aemond should be sitting here,’ he thought. ‘Aemond wants to be here, Aemond is the one you all want here, not me, why me?’

It was him in this chair though, not Aemond. It was he who would become the Lord of Harrenhal, and it was he who his mother and grandfather were looking to so desperately place on the throne. It was he who that rotting corpse of a king wanted so desperately that he sacrificed his first wife to it.

A tap of his fingers on his goblet, a breath and the relaxing of his shoulders. A shifting in his chair because Seven help him, he couldn’t be the only one thinking it.

“If neither of these fine lords can produce adequate reasons for their incessant squabbling, then arm yourselves, and we’ll go out into the training yard right now, and put it all to rest.”

He was dancing along the edge of glib, a smirk less feral than he felt cutting across his face. “Did your boys not readily draw live steel in front of my sister in a bid for her hand?” The story was infamous - the way Willem Blackwood sliced Darren Bracken so quickly and deadly that Bracken had bled out within moments… and cut his sister’s tour quite short. “Let us see how well the pair of you fare, and we’ll consider all matters closed.” He raised his goblet to the lords and took a healthy swallow, refusing to feel shame or acknowledge the heat that burned his neck.

The moment hung still and silent.

A rasp from the king stuttered into a cough before a thready peal of laughter issued from him. He slapped his hand on the table, filmy eyes dancing from his grandfather and mother to Lord Elmo and the rest. “Inspired,” he declared with mirth. Aegon glanced down at his goblet, his smirk frozen on his face. He felt Lord Wylde’s bulk shake beside him as he chuckled along with his sire, and Aegon ventured a look down the table where Lord Lannister was smirking. Edmund Vance and his perfect features that made him look like a bust carved from marble, had a thin, vaguely amused smile on his face.

His father was amused by the idea, and it was becoming increasingly clear that perhaps, just perhaps, the man had been thinking the same thing. His father and his need for everyone to get along also held little patience for all this bush beating. Aegon held his breath, gaze drifting to his mother’s face.

Her elbows were bent, mouth pressed against her clasped hands in what should be pensive thought. It took him a moment to register the slight shake of her shoulders, the crinkle at the corners of her large brown eyes.

Aegon’s teeth scraped over his lower lip to hold back his own chuckles and he felt like he was floating in his chair. The feeling of shame and embarrassment quickly faded away and was replaced with the warm feeling in his gut at the laughter of both of his parents. He didn’t even care that his grandfather looked like he was sucking on a lemon, or the unamused looks of Lord Bracken and Blackwood. Even lipid Lord Elmo was hiding his smirk behind his goblet.

The arrow sunk with a snick and a thud and Wylla Karstark grinned broadly in satisfaction at the final shot she’d made. The target was not a normal target, but one that Abby had eagerly made. It was a thick canvas the size of a dinner table with a lovely maiden painted upon it. Her hair was impossibly long and flowing, blazing in all the colours of the rainbow with different types of targets nestled into her long hair and around it. Stars were the smallest targets dotted around the expanse, with various looking gremlins and kapas and other mythical little beasties hidden in the hair to be defeated. Wylla had hit each one, right after the other without a single arrow going off course.

The applause from the gathered ladies in the garden was righteous, small amounts of money exchanged as they indulged in lighthearted gambling for the afternoon’s entertainment. Wylla spun on her heel and curtsied to the crowd with a flourish, her raven hair pulled back from her face in a series of braids that came together in a larger one hung down her back, woven with silver charms and pearls.

“Are you prepared to follow that, my Lady Abrogail?” she called out in challenge with a lighthearted laugh. Abby took a deep breath, holding her own bow against her chest and running her fingers over the carved weirwood leaves and ripples of a river flowing around it. It felt good to get back to archery. She had not indulged in quite some time, the joy in the simplicity of it all falling by the wayside with her lessons. Not only that, but to indulge in the childish joy of paint and ink outside of her small sketches for Helaena’s collection. To put away the things that had once brought her joy, and take upon the lessons of what it meant to be a lady.

A lady in Queen Alicent Hightower’s eyes.

Her cheek still smarted with the phantom pain from that particular morning, even though days had passed since then; the subsequent pain from how cruelly she’d spoken to Aegon. She’d known those words would have hurt him, and it wasn’t that she had sought to do so.

What had she been seeking to do?

Shame curdled in her belly beneath the faltering smile she sent Wylla. It had been her friend’s idea for archery, as she lamented the loss of her bow left home in Karhold. Truly, Abby was excited to indulge and play about. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d indulged in one of her favourite hobbies, and the feel of her bow in hands was as comforting as a beloved child’s toy.

“Not really, but I suppose that just means more gold will be won under your name,” she called back with a laugh and picked up the first arrow. Abby ran her fingers over the crimson fletching, pretending to feel the shaft for anything that would impede her success.

“Can I try next?” Floris asked eagerly from where she sat with Helaena, who was braiding the child’s hair. Abby chuckled, noting that the elder Baratheon was nowhere to be found. She wouldn’t complain. The idea of failing miserably in front of Cassandra Baratheon made Abby’s skin prickle as if she’d burst into hives. Not to mention, the curl of heat in her belly when she thought of how Aegon smiled at the woman, how he held her close when they’d danced at the feast the night before.

“Let me be the only one you touch like this.”

The first arrow stuck between the painted maiden’s eyes and Abby’s eyes widened in surprise. The burst of laughter from Wylla rippled through the gathering, and she crowed, full of amusement.

“Well done, Abby,” Wylla grinned, stormy eyes flashing with amusement. “Look out ladies, you’re done for should you try something.”

Abby rolled her eyes and nocked another arrow, letting it fly. She managed to hit the targets, although did not come as close to Wylla’s arrows as she’d have liked. There were a few frustrated groans from behind them amidst the polite clapping and while Abby’s curtsy was not as flourishing as Wylla’s, she did sketch a little bow as Floris bounced over in excitement, large brown eyes shining with eagerness.

“Father says I can’t go hunting because I’m a girl and I don’t know how to use a bow,” she explained in a rush. “So I’ll learn how and then I can fell a stag and wear its antlers and he’ll have to let me do what I want.”

Abby sucked in her lips to keep her giggles in and beckoned Wylla closer. “Well, I think that’s a very good reason to learn, but you should also find things to simply enjoy. And I think you’ll have no better teacher than Lady Wylla here. You’ve been on hunts, haven’t you? Many more than I have.”

“Aye,” the raven haired woman said, bending down to show Floris how to hold the bow. “Many beasties in the north to hunt. Come here, you wee storm, and we’ll have you felling stags in no time.”

As the pair moved closer toward the target to go over proper footwork, Abby turned to head towards the path, planning to go sit in the godswood on her own. She was dressed simply and comfortably in a simple sage kirtle, silver lacing spiralling along the front and sleeves that clung comfortably to her arms. The linen was light, the breeze tugging at the fabric and sending it rippling around her as she walked. The neckline softly dropped but did not quite reveal her full shoulders in their entirety. Two twists woven with white ribbon held her hair back from her face to come to a knot at the back of her head, the rest of her curls free down to her waist. Simple and comfortable, there was no chance in drawing the ire of the queen once more. She should not have tried to be something she was not. She should have understood who she was and who she was supposed to be.

Cassandra Baratheon she was not.

Tempting Aegon was not something she should want to do. She should not seek to draw attention to herself in such a way, no matter how nice it had been, how good she had felt once she’d gotten comfortable. To feel like she knew her own body and feeling maybe some of that womanly secret.

The ladies had turned their attention to other things as they pulled out sewing and cards for their afternoon beneath the sun. Topics turned to gossip and how the talks with the Riverlords were going, but the dominant conversation that followed Abby was that of the impending tourney and hunt for Aegon’s nameday, and the grand feast.

The betrothal feast.

That week there would be a day of fittings for her wedding gown and trousseau. The queen was speaking about holding the wedding in the Great Sept, and even the Dragon Pit was being considered so that all the realm could see their nuptials, to not have it hidden away from the populace.

“Lady Abrogail!”

The deep voice, a lilt drawing out some of the words, was one that was still out of place to her and she startled, eyes looking up to meet those of Edmund Vance who was coming down the gravel path with a smile on his handsome face. The dark blue of his doublet complimented his fair colouring, skin tanned golden from what she was sure was a life often spent outdoors. The smile on his face was disarming, and Abby’s hands fluttered to tug nervously at her cuffs so she couldn’t hide the blush on her cheeks.

“Good day to you, Lord Edmund,” she greeted with a slight nod, reminding herself she did not need to curtsy to him. The queen was rather clear about that. She was not officially a princess yet, but it was appropriate for her to begin acting like one. “You’ve escaped the council room, I see.”

“Aye, and with more of the day to pass by with much better company,” he grinned and glanced around. “Have I interrupted you, Lady Abrogail, or, by chance, caught you at the perfect time to ask if you would take a turn with me in the gardens. I’ve yet to enjoy them and how fortunate that you surely know them far better than I.”

Abby glanced back over her shoulder towards the picnic area where everyone was still laughing and enjoying themselves. Wylla was clapping as Floris took her first shot and Helaena was making headway in talking with fair Allana Tyrell that Abby hoped Helaena might find a friend in. The Reach woman’s sharp wit could be intimidating, but seeing Allana and Helaena laugh together eased Abby’s worry.

“You’re starting to sound like mother”, Helaena had pointed out and Abby bit her lip before looking back to Lord Edmund. Surely she didn’t need to worry about a chaperone. Abby was betrothed, and there were plenty of people around in the gardens. Nothing untoward could be questioned.

Her next thoughts lingered to how she’d pulled Aegon behind the dragon topiary in the lower terraces while his mother’s ladies were well with earshot.

“You haven’t interrupted me, Lord Edmund. I was simply taking in the air. You are very welcome to join me.” She gave him a tentative smile and slid her hand into the crook of his offered arm. “This way offers a beautiful view of Blackwater Bay. I often sit here when the Princes and Princess go dragonriding.”

Lord Edmund was quite tall and she was acutely aware of the fact as they strolled past the fragrant flower blossoms and carefully cultivated bushes of the gardens. He’d been her companion at the feast, readily offering to fill her plate on her behalf and kept her attention with stories of their travels south and questions about King’s Landing and the Keep. At first she’d been anxious, unsure if she was encouraging a flirtation that would mean trouble. But she found herself warming beneath the attention, soaking it up like a dying plant for water. It was so different from her normal day to day and had left her feeling like she understood something more about herself than she had before.

Was this what Helaena meant, what Wylla had meant, when one basked beneath the attentions of a handsome man? She had been to enough gatherings and feasts to see the harmless flirtations, and not so harmless, in court. While it wasn’t the first time she’d experienced it, it felt different now. Was this how it felt to know more than one did before? It felt like something had woken inside of her, unfurling invitingly regardless of the cruel punishment the queen had bestowed on her.

It felt good to have Edmund Vance smile at her. It felt good to be treated as something other than a little girl, something other than a companion or prop.

Something other than holy Maiden.

“Do you ever go dragonriding?” he asked curiously, and she hummed, nodding, and very much forced herself not to think about the last time she’d gone riding. Aegon did not have a right to dominate her thoughts, and she would not give him the time. Not after what happened.

“I have. I enjoy riding Dreamfyre with Princess Helaena. I often wonder if it’s how birds feel when they fly. She glides so smoothly in the air.” Which was true. Dreamfyre was swift and elegant in the air and Helaena called it air dancing, enough to lull someone to sleep with how gentle it was.

“The most I engage in is horseback riding,” Edmund chuckled. It was a gentle, warm sound and his eyes crinkled at the corners, bright and warmly hazel. She couldn’t stop her own smile widening. “I quite enjoy them. I fancy myself a bit of a horse breeder.”

“Do you have many stables then?” She’d enjoyed horseback riding as a child, but the hobby had fallen by the wayside at the prospects of dragonriding. Abby didn’t even have her own horse.

Edmund nodded and plucked a delicate purple flower from one of the bushes they passed. He twirled the stem between his fingers, one of the petals falling away to be crushed beneath his boot while they continued walking. “Not as many stables as Harrenhal of course, but I breed the swiftest horses in the Riverlands. Even faster than the Dornish paints if I may be so prideful.”

“You may, my Lord,” Abby laughed softly. Edmund tugged her to a stop and she looked up curiously. The sun turned his light brown curls a burnished gold beneath the light, the little wisps curling along his forehead and ears.

“Edmund, please, my lady,” he said softly and reached up to tuck the purple flower into her left braid. Her mouth went dry and she could feel the flush spreading through her cheeks. His fingers ensured that the flower stem was woven into the strands of hair. “I hope that you would consider me a friend to you, as you come home to us in the Riverlands.” His smile broadened somewhat and his hand fell, touching on her curls lightly before pulling away. There was nothing harsh about him or his touch. He was gentle with her and the care of it touched her.

“Edmund,” she repeated. “You are so very kind in your offer. The Riverlands will always be a home to me, and I’m looking forward to returning.”

“Is the Keep not home to you, Lady Abrogail?” The question took her by surprise and she pursed her mouth thoughtfully.

“The Keep belongs to the people. It is the centre of the world, where everything runs through these halls.” He fell in step beside her once more, walking along the edge of the garden level. There were seven terraced levels descending towards the final level. From their vantage point above, Abby could take in the garden mazes down the gentle slope, little alcoves perfect for curling up with parchment and charcoal, the games they’d played through here as children. “I’ve grown up here more than I’ve spent at Harrenhal but… it is not my home. It is not my place as it is with the cl- the royal family.” She paused before a dragon statue nestled amidst the bushes, instinctively reaching out to run her fingers over the snout with a melancholy fondness. The salt breeze tugged at her hair and the flower nestled into her braid. “I do not belong here, truly.”

“You’re a river girl, Lady Abrogail. You are not meant to bake in the sun and heat and flame.” His words were earnest as he met her gaze and she felt almost uncomfortably seen beneath his hazel eyes and the experience he had on her. “You are most welcome home.”

His words rang true and she clutched her skirts in her hands to keep from fidgeting, coming to lean against the stone balustrade that lined this part of the terrace. Her gaze flickered up to the sky where Vhagar and Aemond were presently flying over the Blackwater. She imagined she could hear his familiar shout of excitement. Her heart ached, thinking about what could have been, what might have been.

“I was meant to go home with my father and brother,” she said softly, not looking at Edmund and instead focusing on the distant figure of Aemond and his dragon. “I stayed here instead. A last minute decision.” It saved her life; she was very, very certain of that, but it didn’t take away the strange feeling of guilt and relief that she had about it all. You lived, she told herself. Athair and Harwin would be glad of it. “It will be strange to return without them.” A nervous chuckle escaped her and she caught herself sniffling. “It’s truly strange to experience all of this without them. You all speak so kindly of my family, and I will carry that honour as best I can.”

Too caught in her gaze on the clouds, she startled to feel Edmund’s warm fingers touch her chin and draw her gaze to meet his. Warmth tingled along the back of her neck and flushed through her cheeks as she held his gaze. Her mouth was dry, her palms tingling.

Edmund smiled at her, soft and gentle and Abby shyly returned it, her heart thudding.

“Abby!” Helaena’s voice called, followed by little Floris.

“I made a bullseye! Come and see!”

Footsteps crunching on the gravel reached her and Abby stepped away from Lord Edmund’s touch, smoothing her hands over her skirt. By the time Floris rounded the curve of the path, the Riverlord had moved away an appropriate distance. Floris was grinning, gripping Abby’s bow in hands, running straight towards her.

“I shot a bullseye!” she declared again, breathlessly. “But you weren’t there but I know I can do it again.”

Helaena lingered further back, her pale blue gown glimmering with a dragon scale pattern stitched subtly in the fabric. Her large, lavender eyes took Abby in, and she felt as if her layers were being peeled back beneath her gaze.

“Are you coming?” Helaena asked, eyes large and unblinking, and Abby was a bug beneath the glass. She cleared her throat and Floris took her hand and pulled her back in the direction of the picnic. Helaena kept watching her, and as Abby passed, her sister reached up to touch the flower in her hair. “It’s lovely,” she said softly. “But rabbits should still be wary.”

Heat flushed through Abby’s neck and she gritted her teeth. “I’ve grown around dragons and their bites, Helaena. I know when I need to be wary.” Helaena’s hand dropped, and Abby smoothed her hands over her skirt, prickling with frustration. “Let’s get back to the picnic, shall we?” Abby didn’t wait for an answer, moving past Helaena to follow Floris’ excited skips.

Aegon’s head hit the wall, eyes rolling back while he suppressed the groan that threatened to fall from him. “Aren’t the other girls going to notice your absence? Gossiping little doves that you all are.”

Cassandra Baratheon’s dark eyes met his when she looked up at him. She was taller than most women he knew, and while she didn’t reach his height, it was an interesting experience not to have to look down so much when their eyes met. Her hand was between them, toying with his laces and stroking the hardness of him through his breeches.

“They notice when I’m there, they notice when I’m not,” she told him with a sharp smile, her mouth dragging along his pulse point with teeth that threatened to bite. He told himself he was being good, keeping his hands on her hips and not loosening the lady’s own lacing to take a handful of her ripe breast in hand. That would be harder to cover up should they be interrupted. “The point is I’m noticed.”

“You are one who blossoms beneath the light, aren’t you?” His words tapered off, a muttered curse escaping him and his hands gripped her hips harder. Riding high from the perceived success of that meeting, Aegon had eagerly indulged in the Lady Baratheon’s flirtations when he came upon her. Here was a woman who knew how to stroke the ego, and frankly, he didn’t give a single fuck if she meant it or not. He was under no illusions that she truly liked him. Nay, she was here for a good time, and it was harmless to let her think she would make any headway.

He was far more concerned with his other needs.

Cassandra’s chuckle was low and throaty as those fingers of hers deftly worked his laces. “How fortunate then, my prince, that they say you ride the sun incarnate.”

“Sunfyre is like sunlight, isn’t he?” Aegon hummed while the lady lowered herself to her knees before him. It meant he had to move his hands and he fiddled with the rest of his laces. “Oh, fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, rising up on his toes when Cassandra wrapped her hand around him and promptly began swallowing him down. Seven Hells, she moved fast. It had been weeks since he’d been given proper head.

It had been days since Abby had-

‘No. No she doesn’t get to be here,’ Aegon scolded himself. This was why he drank as he did, so he didn’t have to think. The not thinking was helped by the feel of her tongue dipping into the slit, the slight, teasing touch of teeth that made his blood thrum. He chuckled and reached down to gather her hair in a hand, the other reaching to cup her jaw. There was no mistaking those eyes, dark hooks that tried to peel him open, for anyone else, and he licked his lower lip, sharp smirk crossing his face.

“There you go,” he encouraged, teeth biting into his lip when she took him deeper. It was an impressive show that he enjoyed, the tears pricking her eyes as his cockhead bumped the back of her throat. The feral mouth she had on her was amusing, and more than a little attractive. But there was pleasure that Aegon found in shutting her mean mouth with himself. Aegon wasn’t under some illusion that this was true affection on her part. It felt good, and she was more than willing, had been more than willing since his mother’s little garden party and even more so at the feast when she set herself against him as much as possible during the night. He also wasn’t under any idea that this was going to go any further.

Hopefully she understood the same.

“Right there,” he groaned, feeling his balls tighten and little sparks dancing through his thrumming blood. No, this wouldn’t go further. This was fun, this was a desperately needed release because he’d been a good fucking boy for weeks without going to the brothels and Cassandra Baratheon was readily available. He was acutely aware he could go further, that the lady before him would gladly let him, or play hard to get for a few days before he got properly under her skirts, and he would have nothing to be sorry for.

He could. There was nothing stopping it and the idea of sinking into a tight, willing cunt was so fucking appealing.

Until she opened her mouth, that vicious gleam in her eyes, to go and tell Abby at the soonest possible moment, to toss her head as she had, and smile with those teeth of hers - more wolf than stag - and tell Abby for no other reason than to see the pain crossing her sweet face, and Aegon knew there would be no coming back.

“I do not like how she speaks to little Floris, nor Abby,” his sister had said, and Aegon knew this was more dangerous than he should indulge in, but there was no other avenue for the ache in his bones, with every gasp. He wanted to forget, but with every blink, he could only think of her. All he wanted to do was stop thinking.

“If you want to have me, let it only be me.”

Aegon came with a grunt, his hand reaching up to grab at her flowing hair while he spilled into her waiting mouth.

The gardens were empty this late in the evening. There was a storm rolling in off the bay and the air was thick with the scent of it. Helaena had managed to extricate herself from the gaggle of gooses that were the ladies her mother had pulled in for assignment. While she appreciated being able to find those she could get along with, Helaena was starting to falter beneath the stimulation of it all and the difficulties of needing to be polite and well behaved. She’d begun to grow snappish that day, which had sent some of the other girls scurrying away in confusion, and now? Now, Helaena sought her most needed solitude where she could just focus on the sound of her breathing and the smell of rain in the air.

Visenya looked down on her, her severe and beautiful face forever etched in marble. The paint was beginning to flake away, lending a strange sort of light to the violet of her eyes and all the bits of marble that showed through. She had a warrior’s pose, Dark Sister naked in her hand and a booted foot braced upon a viper’s head. Her hair, marble cut as it was, seemed to flow in an invisible wind, crown on her head and in the hand behind her, clutched a delicate circlet that matched the crown upon Rhaenys’ head in the wisteria garden.

They said that Rhaenys and Visenya loathed one another, how different they were, but whomever had ordered the crown in that hand had known differently. So spoken was Aegon's anger that he burned all of Dorne that it seemed forgotten that Visenya had joined him in his grief.

Helaena wondered how different things would be had they not experienced such loss.

Would Aemond join her in grief for the day that their brother might be taken from them? Would he join her on dragonback to avenge Aegon? Such thoughts used to plague her regularly over the past year as their brother’s desolation had grown worse.

As Aemond’s anger had begun to burn that much hotter, that much longer. That much bloodier.

“There you are,” Aemond’s voice filtered from the path behind her.

The distant sound of thunder echoed from far off in the distance, but Helaena continued to sit on the bench beneath the statue, staring up at her ancestor’s implacable gaze. Aemond’s own violet eyes had taken such a look on occasion.

“I came out here to be alone,” she said, not really caring if he heard her or not, because it wouldn’t stop him from coming to join her. He kept his distance and left plenty of room between them when he sat on the bench with her and for that Helaena was relieved. She was beginning to fear he was forgetting things about her in his focus.

“I was worried,” he said softly, making a bit of a face. “There’s so many strangers in the Keep now, I feared you being out alone.”

Helaena opened her mouth in defensiveness then shut it, before finally saying, “Did you fear me being hurt, or did you fear someone gaining my attention?”

Aemond stared at her, unblinking, his lips parted as if to speak but he said nothing. There was a soft click as he shut his mouth and he looked away from her. Helaena remained watching him and her fingers danced about her wrist, gently pinching on the skin and then stroking it. “I love you,” she told him softly, and he looked back at her.

In the fading light of the day, the sharp shadows and light aged his features, giving him a haunted look. The softness he once had in his cheeks was giving way as he stretched towards the sky, the cut of his jaw sharper every day. It felt like each step away from childhood Aemond had taken since claiming Vhagar was mirrored both in his physicality and his heart.

What was once soft and wild now grew harder with each stoking of the forge that was Vhagar’s flame.

“I don’t love you the way you want me to, and…” Her heart thumped painfully in her chest. “I don’t think you ever loved me that way either.”

The world was silent there in the little garden in front of Visenya’s statue. So quiet that Helaena did not think either of them were breathing. The air crackled with the storm off the shore and the breeze, clean and cool, tugged at the tendrils of their matching silver hair. Aemond stayed silent and staring and she said nothing more. Aemond was quiet and always had been. He thought long and hard before he spoke, and often it had been while he waited for his turn to share what he knew, or to brutally correct someone. Whichever brought him most satisfaction in the moment.

Thunder rumbled once more and Aemond gasped with a harsh intake of breath, tilting his head back to look at the statue. He rubbed his palms over his knees and stretched his legs out and Heleana looked away to pluck at her skirts.

“I just want to protect you,” he whispered, and Helaena found her throat feeling choked with emotion.

“I know.”

“If we married, then you wouldn’t have to go away, you wouldn’t have to be with someone who didn’t understand you.” Aemond’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Aegon wouldn’t have loved you the way you deserve.”

A soft laugh, wet and thick, and Helaena shook her head. “No, no he wouldn’t have. And being married to you would have been better than being married to him.” She sniffled and reached up to tug on the ends of her hair, hiding behind the curtain of silver. “Was it because it was him? Because of what mother and grandfather want?”

Aemond was quiet for a long moment. “I would… I’m the better choice,” he whispered.

“Would you have done it if mother had agreed to marry me to Jace?” That had been a possibility once upon a time, until her mother screamed that it would only happen over her corpse and promptly turned on her and Aegon.

Her brother growled beside her and she didn’t flinch, she didn’t pull away. It was an honest question and she was unafraid of the darkening of his eyes for she knew that it would draw a stronger response from him.

“If that bastard touched you, I’d rip him apart with my bare hands. You deserve better than a pretender pig in a king’s clothes.”

Helaena said nothing except hum in the way that he did and fiddle with her handkerchief. The breeze that was starting to kick up had the chill of rain on it, cooling the warmth of her cheeks. There would be no riding Dreamfyre tonight.

“I’m not a prize for you just because you’ve claimed Vhagar.” She swallowed a gulp of air to calm herself and make sure her voice was steady. “I take no pleasure in this, but I can’t… I won’t walk us down this path when I can stop it.”

“Did you dream this?” Aemond cut in and she met his eye, deep violet against her brighter lavender. His eyes were shining with unshed tears, his jaw clenching with anger, his hands curled into fists at his knees. Every line of him was shaking from how he held himself back, and like the dragonrider Helaena was, she shifted to reach out and cup Aemond’s cheek in her hand. Her thumb stroked against the flushed round of it, soothing him in what little way she might manage.

“I don’t have to dream that which I know in truth.”

Aemond’s good eye shut and a tear rolled down his face. Helaena stroked it away with her thumb and then, finally, leaned in to wrap her arms around him. Hesitantly, his hand came up to rest on her waist and his face pressed into her shoulder.

“You are my favorite brother,” she whispered, and thought of how Abby sobbed into her arms, begging for someone to bring her brother back, and she clung to Aemond harder, the memory of him screaming as they brought him up from the tunnels, how even with milk of the poppy, his whimpers tore at her soul in front of the fire. “I would burn Dorne for you, had I lost you, and I’m afraid I will still lose you.”

“You don’t have to be afraid, heltar gevie,” he promised against her shoulder. Beautiful beetle.

“I know,” she assured him and drew back, pushing the stray hair from his cheeks, adjusting the embroidered band of his eyepatch. “And that’s why I’m releasing you from your promise. I want my valonqus back.”

He shuddered in her hold and Helaena drew away. Lighting flashed along the sky and she pulled away, reaching for her discarded embroidery to make her way inside.

Aemond did not follow.

“I would burn Dorne for you as well,” he choked out, head bowed as he stared at the spot that she’d been sitting in. “I would burn everything for you.”

“I know,” Helaena said, and it was a war of feelings inside of her. The dragon’s blood inside her demanded that sort of payment in vengeance, and she understood it for what it was. “But I don’t want to leave behind a world of ash and bone.”

Thunder shook the sky, and the rain began to fall.

[Chapter Eleven]

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Feelings || Bokuto Koutaro

pairing: Bokuto x Fem reader || Akaashi x Fem reader

summary: You thought you would have your fairy tale ending together with Bokuto but after their divorce they each try to continue on their way. However, you never imagined meeting again with Akaashi who has something to confess to you.

warnings: angst. fluff. post time skip.

wc: +4.7 k

a/n. This was supposed to be fluff and angst with Bokuto but it got out of hand. English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes

You and Bokuto met in high school. They were both in the same group but Akaashi was the first to call you asking for help with some chemistry homework and somehow, Bokuto slipped into their study session and the two started talking. Bokuto was a bit annoying at first and Akaashi had to control him most of the time, promising that he was a good person. Also, he didn't have many girl friends, so he really was afraid that Bokuto would scare you away.

But over time you got used to it. You liked being Akaashi's friend but you knew that it meant being Bokuto's friend and it didn't take long for you to understand. Akaashi was the one who appreciated it the most as he knew that his best friend was a pain in the ass sometimes.

However, you and Bokuto became closer. Really united. So much so that he took it for granted that you would attend all his games without having to ask first, even though he always invited you.

And everything was going well. You would go to the games and cheer for the team, though mainly yelling Bokuto and Akaashi's names to cheer them on.

But at some point, Bokuto started wanting to impress you with his plays and would look at you every time he scored. He used to see you as a good friend but it became something more. Akaashi noticed it too, that Bokuto got really nervous whenever you were around and though he was slow to admit it he finally mustered all the courage in him to confess.

Of course you agreed to be his girlfriend. At first you thought Bokuto was a weirdo, but as you got to know him, he was actually the most adorable man in the entire universe and you fell in love with him without a doubt. You were truly happy that you could be his girlfriend.

You cheered him on in all his games and you brought him a snack during his practices. The entire team knew you as Bokuto's beautiful girlfriend and they adored you. When Bokuto turned into a jerk on the court, you were the one who made him come back.

Everything was going great, even when they entered different universities and had to see each other less frequently. It wasn't easy having a long-distance relationship, but in the end they did it.

When they both finished their studies they decided to start living together while you found a pretty good job thanks to one of your former teachers and he joined the professional volleyball team. Just like his dream.

And you supported it. You always did. And you always would.

He proposed to you after his first win on that team. And you said yes without hesitation.

His life seemed like something out of a fairy tale. For both of them it was his happily ever after. And just three years later they had their first child. Masaomi .

They couldn't be happier. Your biggest dream of having a beautiful family had come true.

But after five years, you realized that your husband's career was going higher and higher and you were always excited by his achievements. But you also realized that they had different dreams and goals.

You wanted a stable and quiet life with your family while Bokuto needed to go out into the world, travel and meet new people to improve as a player.

Bokuto never complained and they hardly ever argued but you knew it. That it was as if you had your husband tied to a life that he did not want. And it wasn't fair to either of them.

He always refused to go on trips with his team that lasted more than a month and even though you told him he was fine, he always said there would be another chance later. But it was never good to ignore any opportunity.

He always showed you a big smile, but you knew he wasn't happy and he wouldn't be if you stayed with him. Of course he was happy with you and his son, but he wanted more.

Then they both talked about it, you told him that you had been offered a job in a good publishing house, where you would practically be the head of the section. Also, it was close to your son's school, which was a strange but nice coincidence and you were already looking for an apartment in the area.

You saw the desperation in Bokuto's eyes but he understood it too. He understood that you knew him even better than himself and they both agreed to divorce. It was the best for both of them.

However, that did not mean that they were going to stop seeing each other. Bokuto was going to take advantage of each season finale to visit his son and, incidentally, also you. Bringing gifts to both of them from his trips.

Your son was still too young to appreciate this, but you did. You could see that Bokuto was once again that man who radiated intense happiness and you liked that.

But as his career progressed further to the top, the visits became a little less frequent. Now his schedule was really tight, with training sessions, photo sessions, interviews, trips, friendly matches in the country and in other countries. And although he always tried to call to find out about his son, sometimes his schedules did not coincide.

Sometimes it was daytime when he called but it was early morning where you were and you didn't answer the phone.

Many times he thought about abandoning everything to return to your side and to his son's side, but Bokuto knew that you would hate yourself and constantly blame yourself for forcing him to leave behind his dreams of being a professional player even though he was not from that way.

That is why he himself did not give up. In his interviews, he did not miss the opportunity to talk about his son and about you. He always showed his team all the photos you sent him until he fed them up. But they knew you too, so they were happy to know that you and your son were doing great.

But the team also knew that Bokuto missed you. It was obvious from the way his gaze went blank when he received a text from you to show him that your son scratched the walls with paint but painted his entire face along the way.

He was happy to see his son grow up, but he also wanted to be a part of it. He wanted to be there to get a big laugh, carry his kid in his arms, and get smeared with paint while you berated the both of you for making such a big mess in the house.

He wanted to kiss you to make you stop frowning. He wanted to hold you while carrying his son and he felt complete.

He loved you. He missed you. He needed you. But the stability that you needed was difficult for him. He had to travel constantly and he didn't want to let you down by making promises to come back when he really wouldn't. He even had to sell the old shared apartment where they used to live and opted for an apartment that only collected dust because he never stayed there for more than three days.

Bokuto knew that his son's tenth birthday was coming up and he wanted to be by his side on that special day, but the trip had taken a little longer than planned and he wasn't really sure that he would return to Japan before then.

But he did everything possible to return. He talked to his captain, talked to his coach, and convinced his manager to let him come back for his son's birthday.

That afternoon, you were heading to the office in your car after having dropped your son off at school. You had already gotten used to that routine but it didn't bother you at all. Your son was growing strong and healthy and that was all that mattered to you. In addition, you had a good salary being the head of the department, so financially they were very good.

As soon as you pulled into the parking lot of the building where you worked, you left your car in the spot that had your name on it. All the bosses had their place apart, which was really a great help.

Getting out of the car, you took your bag and walked towards the elevator. You pressed the number five button and let out a little air while you waited.

However, when the doors of the metal box were about to close, someone reached in to prevent them from closing and a man entered.

"I'm sorry" the man apologized taking a deep breath because it seemed that he had run quite a bit to reach the elevator. You gave him a friendly smile.

"No problem. What floor are you going to?”

"Oh, four please"

You pressed the button with the number four go after him he mumbled thanks.

"Are you from the manga section?"

“Mhm,” he muttered, “but I promise I'm not some kind of geek,” he teased, though his tone seemed rather serious.

You let out a laugh and looked at him for the first time. Before, you had only seen him out of the corner of your eye, but now that you looked at his face, he looked very familiar.

"Akashi?" You frowned even though you were surprised.

He looked at you for the first time as well and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Y/N?”

You let see a big smile when you realized it was really him and you didn't think for a second before hugging him. He seemed confused but he also hugged you.

"Wow, I never really thought I'd find you here" you told him after parting ways "we haven't spoken since…" Akaashi noticed how your gaze faded "since Bokuto and me's wedding"

Akaashi knew that you and Bokuto had divorced. Bokuto called him and he didn't stop crying for a whole week because he said that he felt like he was going to die now that they weren't together anymore. Besides, he had been best man for Bokuto at his wedding and he was best man for your son. But ever since you got divorced, you two have had no further contact.

“Mmm… no” Akaashi said trying to divert the topic a bit “I think it was when Masaomi turned two, remember? They hired a magician and Bokuto was much more impressed than the children."

You laughed as you nodded.

"It's true, I remember"

They reached the fourth floor and the doors opened.

"It's my floor," Akaashi said but he didn't move from his spot, though he held out his hand to keep them from closing.

You looked at him with a bit of sadness because you still wanted to talk to him. You didn't have many friends because you focused completely on your son and you didn't like to leave him alone or with other people, much less to go out and have fun.

“I…would you like to go for coffee another day?” You dared to ask "I had no idea you worked here and it seems like a strange coincidence"

"I'd like to," he said with a smile.

“Then…you can call the fiction section and ask for me. I'll give you my number, okay?"

"Sure. It was good to see you again"

"I'm wondering the same"

Akaashi stepped out of the elevator and the doors closed. It wasn't long before the metal box went up another floor and you walked to your office to start work.

It wasn't until two in the afternoon that your office phone rang but when you answered it you heard Akaashi's voice. You had almost forgotten because you had completely concentrated on your work. They couldn't talk much since it was still office hours, but it was enough to exchange numbers.

At five in the afternoon your shift ended and you quickly left to go look for your son, but by another strange coincidence you ran into Akaashi in the elevator. They both let out a laugh when you saw him enter the metal box.

"You go home?" you asked him.

Akashi nodded. He seemed really tired.

“I'm going to pick up Masaomi, but I promised him we'd go get some ice cream on the way out. Would you like to go with us?"

He thought about it for a moment as the elevator kept going down.

"I haven't seen Masaomi in a long time, maybe he doesn't even remember me"

You let out a laugh.

"Okay, you should come" you looked at him with puppy dog eyes "I'd really like to talk to you"

"Okay," he finally said and they both reached the parking lot.

Akaashi didn't have a car, so he always used public transportation but he mentioned that he was planning to buy a van. The two of you got in your car and drove to your son's school. Akaashi waited in the car when you went looking for the boy and smiled when he saw them through the window. The younger one was very excited telling you something but he reminded him a lot of Bokuto, the boy radiated the same energy and happiness as him.

However, his heart clenched painfully in his chest.

Akaashi had a crush on you in high school from the moment he saw you. That's why he dared to talk to you in the first place with the silly excuse of asking you for help with that chemistry paper. He was very good at studies and never needed any help but he really needed an excuse to get closer. And even though he made the first move, he thought you'd run away when you met Bokuto because he wasn't very easy to deal with. But you did it. However, he never imagined that you and Bokuto would end up together. Maybe he was too slow to confess his feelings.

But it really hurt. He is happy for his two best friends but his chest burned every time he saw you smile and hug Bokuto. Akaashi wanted to be in his place, he wanted him to be the one you kissed and hugged. Who will you cheer on in every game and run to hug after winning.

It was even more painful for Akaashi when his wedding was announced and Bokuto asked him to be his best man. Although the straw that broke the camel's back was when he found out about your pregnancy and Bokuto asked him to be the godfather of his son. He was happy to see them happy, but it still hurt because he could never find anyone else and his life had gotten pretty lonely. He still had his friends but he wanted someone else to share all the personal and most romantic matters with.

You opened the door to the back seat, where Masaomi settled in and looked curiously at the stranger sitting on the passenger side. You got in the car and turned to see the boy who was still frowning at Akaashi.

"Mommy, do you see the man too?" he really looked terrified.

You let out a big laugh.

"This is Akaashi, a friend of mom and dad's" you explained and Akaashi waved his hand in greeting "he's also your godfather"

"Hello" greeted Masaomi now calmer "My name is Masaomi Bokuto"

“It's nice to meet you, Masaomi. My name is Keiji Akaashi."

The boy smiled at him and looked at his mother again.

“Ready to go get your ice cream? Akaashi will go with us."

"Yup"

The trip was relatively short but after leaving the car, they had to walk for a few minutes until they reached a very nice park next to a lake that Akaashi had never seen before. They approached an ice cream stand, where Masaomi came running up and ordered his favorite, you and Akaashi ordered one too and before you could pay, Akaashi already had the money outside and handed it over to the man. Akaashi didn't let you argue about it and they continued walking to the games, where Masaomi finished his ice cream and asked if he could go play.

So you and Akaashi were left sitting on one of the park benches while watching Masaomi who was running around with other children her age.

“How long have you worked at the publishing house?” Asked.

Akaashi thought about it for a moment.

"One year. I wanted to work for the literature section but they offered me to be an editor in the manga section and I accepted. I admit that I like it more than I thought"

"Wow… I've been with the company for almost three years and I had no idea that we worked in the same place"

“It really was a strange coincidence”

There had been a long catching up conversation since they last met, which really was a lot but at some point the conversation turned to trivia and reminiscing about old times.

Akaashi had no doubt, he was still in love with you.

It was already starting to get dark and you decided it was time to go home. Akaashi was going to refuse to get in your car again, not wanting to disturb or get in your way but you insisted that he get in to at least bring him closer to his destination.

“Would you like to have dinner with us?” you asked Akaashi without looking at him.

He wanted to refuse. He wanted to run as far away from you and rebury all his feelings but he couldn't.

"I don't want to bother you even more," he said.

"Keiji… if you want to get rid of me, just say so" he resisted and he smiled too.

"It's not that. I just… I don't want to be a bother. We haven't seen each other in a long time and I don't want to invade you in any way”

He placed a hand on his arm when they stopped at a traffic light.

“Keiji, we are friends. We will always be no matter what."

"Okay, thanks"

They arrived at your apartment, which was quite big and spacious but felt warm and nice compared to Akaashi's cold and lonely home. Masaomi ran to his room to drop off his backpack and you and Akaashi walked to the kitchen.

“Make yourself comfortable” you said to the man as you opened the fridge “I'll make some curry rice, chicken and vegetables, okay?”

"Of course. Do you want me to help you with that?”

You looked at him with a smile.

“Could you wash and cut these vegetables while I take care of the rice and chicken?”

"Sure"

You handed him the vegetables and he got to work. It was a nice moment for both of them, they were having a wonderful time cooking and chatting like there was no tomorrow. Later the three of them sat around the dinner table and it was Masaomi who did most of the talking talking about what he had done in school and everything he had learned. Akaashi found it truly adorable.

And he couldn't help but imagine what his life would have been like with you. Would he be this way? He would love that. Coming home every day to his loving wife and his precious son or daughter. He loved the idea, but things weren't like that and maybe never would be.

“Masaomi” you called your son but both boys looked at you “Keiji was also a volleyball player like dad”

The boy's eyes gleamed brightly as he turned to look at Akaashi.

"Really?" he asked excitedly.

Akaashi looked at you curiously, then looked at your son with a smile. And that led the two of them into a deep conversation about volleyball and how eager Masaomi was to follow in his father's footsteps. It was a very long conversation that to be honest, Akaashi quite enjoyed.

“It's time to brush your teeth and go to sleep” you told Masaomi after he had been talking for forty-five straight minutes.

Masaomi seemed saddened by it.

"But, you could invite Akaashi to your game on Saturday and then to your birthday party."

Masaomi broke into an excited smile and hurried to look at Akaashi.

"Would you like it?" he asked him excitedly.

Akaashi glanced at you quickly before turning to your son with a small smile.

"I'll be there"

Then the boy ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth and you sighed heavily.

"If you want, make yourself comfortable on the couch while I make sure he washes himself properly and then I'll take him to bed."

"OK"

An hour later you were back with Akaashi and you plopped down on the couch next to him. They both looked at each other tiredly but smiled.

"Thank you for today," Akaashi said quietly.

You looked at him curiously.

"Thanks for what?"

“I hadn't had such a good time in a long time and I were glad to have seen you after so long. I'm happy"

"I'm happy to see you again too, Keiji," you muttered.

The man let out a sigh and looked at you with some sadness.

"Can I tell you something?" You looked at him worried but in the end you agreed.

"You know that yes" you took his hand and caressed his knuckles.

"I… I don't want things to change between us, especially since we just met after such a long time but I feel it's only fair that I tell you or… I myself won't be able to take it anymore"

"What's wrong Keiji?" you squeezed his hand.

He looked down and tried to gather some courage.

"I… I was in love with you during high school" he smiled a little at the memory "but today I realized that I'm still in love with you"

You looked at him in surprise but you didn't let go of his hand. Instead, you smiled sadly and lowered your gaze.

“I had a crush on you during high school too” you confessed “When you asked me for help with that chemistry paper… I got really excited but then I thought you only saw me as a friend and I got closer to Koutaro at some point and… you and I grew apart until things went perfectly with Koutaro."

Keiji was genuinely shocked by that confession and he hated himself even more for not being able to admit his feelings earlier.

The room became silent and tense. They both stared at each other, wanting to get closer to the other, but for once in his life, Akaashi took the first step and closed the distance that had kept them apart for so long.

And he felt good. As if that had been his place all this time.

When they parted, Akaashi smiled caressing your cheek.

“What does this mean for us?” he asked in a low voice and approaching your face again.

"Give me a little time, okay? I really don't know what's happening right now and there's also Masaomi and we just met again and…” he joined his lips with yours again.

"Don't worry. I promise to take this as calmly as you need. And I thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Once again, you joined his lips with his. But this time, neither of them had the intention of separating. But they did and Akaashi stood up.

“I think I should go. I'll call a cab"

You wanted to propose that he stay but that would not have been appropriate at all. Although Akaashi would have ended up accepting. They would take things easy.

“Call me when you get home, okay? And thank you very much for today."

You walked him to the entrance, but they both stared at each other for a long time in silence, wanting to say something else. But neither did and Akaashi left.

Saturday came quickly and just as he promised, Akaashi headed to the address you gave him to watch your son's game. He noticed that he was an excellent player just like his father, maybe it was something he had in his genes.

Your son's team turned out to be the winner and after the little celebration, the whole team headed to the apartment to celebrate Masaomi's birthday along with some of the other boy's classmates.

Akaashi gave the boy a gift, it was a volleyball ball that made the boy more than happy. He also helped you keep the kids in order and was just a great help to you who were going completely crazy with so many kids.

That until they knocked on the door.

“Could you open up?” you asked Akaashi as you were a bit busy handing out slices of cake.

"Of course"

Akaashi went to the door to open it. His surprise when he saw Bokuto on the other side of the frame was enormous. But Bokuto was just as surprised to see his best friend at his ex-wife's house. Both men texted regularly but Akaashi hadn't mentioned any of that to him.

"Akaashi?" Bokuto asked in surprise holding the gift from him with both hands "What are you doing here?"

But there was no time to explain because Masaomi appeared and ran to hug his father. Bokuto held his son in his arms after placing the gift on the ground. You appeared almost immediately, Akaashi noticed that you were surprised by the appearance of your ex-husband.

You had talked to Bokuto all week but he mentioned that he wasn't sure he would be able to attend his son's birthday, however, there he was and your gaze lit up immediately making Akaashi's heart ache.

When Bokuto freed his son, he approached you rather shyly but… even though you were happy to see him, you couldn't help but look at Akaashi who now seemed downcast. You knew him well enough to realize that. Also, the whole week they were having a wonderful time and you felt like they had somehow connected. More than you'd like to admit.

Even so, you let a smile be seen and went to hug Bokuto who pressed you hard against his body. It was a familiar and pleasant feeling that you had almost forgotten but…it didn't feel like it used to.

You parted ways with him and Bokuto didn't like that very much but he didn't mention anything. You put your hands on his cheeks and smiled warmly at him.

"I'm glad you could come" you cleared your throat and everyone entered the house.

Masaomi took his father by his hand and took him with him to tell him all the things he had done while he was away.

Akaashi stood next to you and gave you a gentle push with his shoulder, you smiled sadly at him but Akaashi's mere presence made you feel… happy. But now that the children had had their share of sugar, it was twice as chaotic as it had been moments before. However, Bokuto's energy made up for it significantly as he was able to keep up with them. Meanwhile, you and Akaashi took care of tidying things up a bit to cut down on the work once everyone left.

At night, when they went to pick up each of the children and left with his parents, Bokuto carried his son in his arms, who had fallen fast asleep on the sofa. But only fifteen minutes later, the three of them were sitting on the sofa, more than exhausted from such a long day.

Still, you stood up to grab a bottle of wine and pour each a glass. But as soon as you returned to the living room, you saw both men fast asleep and you couldn't help but smile. The scene brought back very good memories, like when you were in high school.

You went looking for a couple of blankets to cover them and you drank the three glasses of wine.

Right now you felt confused with your feelings. But you had to make your mind clear or someone would get hurt.

P.S. open ending because i am not able to choose :(

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