#i really do have a shit memory. had to scroll through the lit tag to see which blogs i recognise đ
every month of 2022:
tagged by @boguskazofia to post my favorite or most popular post from each month this year (itâs okay to skip months).Â
january : The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue edit
february : Prince Wrath edit (KOTW)
march : Kaz and Inej edit (SOC)
april : Emilia Di Carlo edit (KOTW)
may : Book Lovers edit
june : Emma Carstairs edit (TSC)
july : Fang Runin edit (The Poppy War)
august : The Hunger Games edit
september : Percy Jackson Disney Trailer edit
october : Inej Ghafa edit (SOC)
november : Kaz Brekker edit (SOC)
december : not a book edit but This gif i made for bridgerton week
Tagging (no pressure ofc) : @nina-zcnik @positivewitch @achingly-shy @smithmatts @mrmalcolmslist @she @dlndjarin @dallaswinstons @intofolklores @rinadragomir @ahiranyas @fay-lans @hvrrycameron @wylanvnneck @oscarwilds AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO!!! I HAVE A SHIT MEMORY PLEASE DO THIS IF YOU MAKE EDITS/GIFS/ART/ETC
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Among You and Me - Corpse Husband x reader oneshot
Fandom: Corpse Husband, youtubers
Warning: Swearing, me being in a good mood when I wrote it so a happy, positive reader, alcohol, hangovers, comfidence boost
Pairing: Corspe x reader
Summary: You got some extra confidence after having a couple of drinks and write a message to Corpse during his live stream, he answeres you messages and everything continues from there.
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A/N: I was in a super good mood when I started to write this and it shows, Iâm sorry if itâs annoying and I donât know if itâs shit but yeaah. Enjoy! :D
You were watching Corpse Husbands stream among us and was just having a good time. You had had a couple of drinks before the stream so you were in such a great mood. You melted every time he laughed because he couldnât do the card swipe and just thought of how adorable he was. In your intoxicated mindset you got a confidence boost and opened the stream chat and also instagram. In the stream chat you donated 10$ and wrote âyou are the most adorable person on this planet and you deserve the world! Thank you for exciting, love y/nâ and hit enter, and also doing the same on Instagram on private messages.
He wonât see that, you thought to yourself and turned on some music to match your good mood and after a while forgetting about your stream that was on. Some days life is just great!
You had fallen asleep and woke up with a hangover, all the positive feelings you had yesterday were gone and now you just wanted to stay in bed all there with some aspirins. Looking at your phone seeing that nothing interesting had happened. You were scrolling through your feed on instagram and saw that you had an unanswered message. You opened it and saw that it was from Corpse.
You flew up in your bed and were staring at your phone.
I canât believe he answered me, you said. Your hands were shaking and you were too nervous to open the message. Maybe he was annoyed with you for messaging him. Nooo he seems like a nice guy so I donât think he is.
You opened the message and it read:
âThank you for your kind words! I saw your donation and the message, means a lot đ¤â
You buried your face into the pillow and screamed for all that you were worth. He answered. You also felt ridiculous for reacting like this but there is no hindering the fangirl when she is out.
Your fingers were shaking but you wanted to reply so badly.
âThank you! I canât believe that you actually answered or noticed my message, it made my day honestly. Canât wait for more content from you!â You hit send and left the bed. You had things to do today and if you were home you were only going to look at your phone all day to see if he would answer you. So to not get tempted you left your phone at home.
You came back to your apartment in the afternoon and weâre dying to check your messages. So you unlocked your phone and went straight to messages. Nothing. You felt a pang of disappointment but you tried to not dwell on it. He had probably many girls messaging him how much they love him and so on. You went to the kitchen and started to cook some dinner. But when you were preparing some vegetables you got a ding from your phone. You went over and saw that you had a message on Instagram. From Corpse. Your heart first stopped and then sped up like crazy. He answered you again! Wtf?!
âThat's so kind of you to say, thank you! There will be a new stream tomorrow :)â
âOmg Iâm gonna dieâ you said. Well if you died now you would be okay with it because you had been noticed by Corpse not once but twice.
âYay canât wait! I will be glued to the screen!â You answered and immediately felt embarrassed by your response.
Two days later you were waiting for the stream to begin. You had bought some of your favorite ice-cream in honor for tonight. The stream started and you heard Corpse say multiple times that he was super nervous and a shitty impostor. You felt your heart melt for him, he is so sweet and precious. You donated money to him and wrote âyou donât have to be nervous, you are doing great! Itâs super entertaining! Love y/nâ and hit send. You saw your donation in the chat.
ââyou donât have to be nervous, you are doing great! Itâs super entertaining! Love (y/n)â thank you (y/n), that means a lot to hear right now. And I remember your picture from Instagram. Nice to see that you are watching the stream.â
The ice-cream you were about to eat dropped to the floor and you just sat there with an open mouth. He remembered your picture. HE FUCKING REMEMBERED YOUR PICTURE!
The rest of the stream was a fog in your memory because you were still stuck on the moment that he remembered you from your profile picture. Nothing could top that. Nothing. When the stream ended you turned of your computer and were of to bed. But there was no way in hell that you were going to fall alseep after something like that. Your phone lit up again and you saw that you had a new message from instagram. You opened up the app and it was from Corpse!
âI hope you liked the stream today :)â he wrote and again your heart raced like crazy.Â
âI did it was super entertaining to watch! I think you are an incredible impostor.â you hit send. Not long after you got a reply.
âThanks, I am very nervous during the streams and I hope that is not annoying or it bothering those who are watching it.â
âNot at all, well at least for me. I think it makes you more genuine when you confess that you can get nervous even though you are a big youtuber đâ
 âWell Iâm not a big youtuber... but itâs nice to read all your kind words in the chat. It makes me happy.â
âIâm glad that we can help you feel better, and I mean every word Iâm sending you.â
You saw that he started to reply, but you had to go to sleep so you turn off the phone and closed your eyes. Surprisingly enough you fell asleep quite quickly, and woke up by the sun hitting your face. Fall has jsut begun and the leaves were turning every beautiful colour of red, yellow and orange. When you brain had woken up more you remembered that Corpse had started to reply to your message. You quickly grabbed your phone and went on instagram. A new message, 8 hours ago.Â
Shit, you thought and opened it. It was just a smiley face and nothing else. A little disappointed but then you saw the conversation that the two of you had had. You actually talked to him and he had replied instantly. Your brain mustâve given you some weird confidence and stable fingers at that moment. You didnât really know what to reply so you just let it be and you didnât want to annoy him with spamming his dmâs either - but you really, really wanted to.
Corpse POV.
Another day and another sleepless night. That is just my life right now. But the streams helped them make it a little less agonizing. Especially the nice comments I get from everyone and the conversation I had with one of the fans. What was her name again? (Y/N). Right. I wonder if she has answered my message.
I opened up instagram and opened our conversation. Read but no answer. To be fair I only sent a smiley to her. But... Why am I feeling so anxious that she left me on read?
âYooo, care to hang out today?â Dave sent a message. I answered with a sure and locked my phone and waited for Dave to arrive to my house. But my mind kept on going back to why she didnât answer me back. Well I know why, but I didnât like that the conversation were over so quick.Â
Dave entered my house and we hung out for a while but he could sense that something was bothering me.
âHey man, you okay?â
I snapped out of my thought and looked at him.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine. Except from the usual shit.â
âYou sure? You seem a little... lost in thoughts perhaps? Is something bothering you?â
I took a deep breath and shook my head.
âNot even the kind girl from your streams?â he asked with a knowing smirk on his face. I lost all the colour on my face. HOW DID HE KNOW?
âI donât know what youâre talking about?â
âNot even that you recognized her picture from instagram? Like that you havenât talked to her there?â
Fuck...
âWho is she?â
âA fan that contacted me and were very kind with her words. And I replied to her and after that we have been messaging each other here and there... but she left me on read last night so I guess thatâs over...â
âWhat did you say to her?â
âI sent a smiley because I was too nervous to say anything else.â
Dave made the biggest and loudest face palm. It mustâve hurt his head.Â
âYou idiot... You canât expect a reply if you only send her a smiley...â
âI know, but I got nervous.â
âAre you following her?â
âNo... Not yet at least.â I said and took up my phone again and went on her profile. It was private. Of course. I hoovered over the follow button but I didnât dare to press it. Dave gave me a thumbs up and I pressed the follow button.Â
Your POV.
You were watching a Among Us highlight video on youtube when your instagram told you that you had a notification. You opened it and saw that Corpse had requested an invite to follow your profile. CORPSE WANTED TO FOLLOW YOU. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. What is even happening?! Of course you accepted it and you started to type a message to him.Â
âWelcome to my little boring world. Hope you like what you see đ
â
You could see him typing something.
âI very much do ;)â
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I couldnât stop. It was difficult to get started but after that it was fun :DÂ
TAGS:
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HEAVEN (IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU)
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 120
pairing:Â nanami kento x gn!reader
tags:Â angst, fluff, chicken soup for the soul ; wc:Â 2k
synopsis:Â he lives.
Nanami Kento wakes up with the taste of ash in his mouth.
His fingers twitch firstââ the ones on his right hand tighten their grip on the handle of his sword when they recognise the familiar object. The ones on his left feel the bumpy ridges on the floor. Tenji blocks. What?
And then his eyes open, blinking rapidly as the fluorescent-lit world comes into focus. Only when they set on the severed arm next to his head does Nanami remember where he is. Why heâs holding his sword. What he was doing before everything went dark.
Meiji-Jingumae Station.
Instantly, the blond sits upââ feeling his spine pop as he doesââ and scans the empty subway station for a patchwork doll-looking spirit. The sound of his neck cracking as his razor-sharp gaze rotates left and right echoes through the station. Oddly enough, the popping joints donât feel like byproducts of time and age. For the first time, his stiff bones feel like evidence of unuse.
Nanami Kento feels like a pair of ballet shoes that need to be broken-in before being worn. New.
He hasnât felt like this in years.
Mahito isnât here. Excluding the maimed bodies of ex-humans that surround Nanamiâs sitting figure, the subway station is completely empty. Is it over? A sinking feeling unfolds in Nanamiâs stomach as he runs through the possible outcomes of the fight. The worst case scenario is that everyone is dead, he thinks as he brushes the dust off his clothes and stands up, still on alert for any unwelcome surprises. Nanami pauses as he considers what the best case would be, then.
Itâs so foolishly optimistic heâs afraid to put it in words.
But miracles happen. The fact that heâs alive is proof of that. Well⌠Nanami hovers a hand over his wrist and pauses. Does he really want to know? This must be how Orpheus felt bringing Eurydice back from the underworld, he muses, letting his hand drop back to his side. Afraid to have been cheated of resurrection, yet even more afraid to check.
A thought, wrapped in hazard red and flashing all over, suddenly pushes itself to the front of Nanamiâs whirring mind. Itâs not necessarily a question; in fact, he doesnât even know what he needs to know about you right now.
The whole thought is just two words and itâs your name.
A second thought puts a calming hand on the first oneâs shoulder. Itâs alright. Youâre at home. Youâre probably curled up in bed right now, a book in one hand and a steaming mug of chamomile tea in another. Nanami smiles softly and imagines crawling into bed beside you, falling asleep with you in his arms. Thatâd be nice.
Heâs done enough, hasnât he?
Itâs time to go home.
ii.
âNanami Kento.â
His head jerks up at the sound of his name, but he fails to pinpoint where itâs coming from. Even if he could, itâs not like heâd be able to see who said it.
Everything is black.
âAm I dead?â he rasps. His voice echoes through the space, each morpheme layering over another like an endless canon.
âYes. But you donât have to be.â
Regardless of the events that had occurred in Shibuya, itâs still jarring to see the heart of Tokyoââ or at least, one of the hearts of Tokyoââ at a standstill, looking like a ghost town. Nanamiâs sharp blue eyes dart around the intersection, noting how much worse the destruction the city has been dealt looks under daylight.
Daylight. He freezes. It was nighttime when he arrived at the station. The fightâs probably over now. How long has he been out? Frantically, Nanami feels for his phone in his trousers' pockets, muttering a string of curses when he realises that the device isnât in any of them.
Deep in his left pocket, however, his fingers brush against a 10,000 yen note and a thin red card with the words âPleasure Doing Business with Youâ engraved in gold.
Nanami hails a taxi back.
iii.
The thing about souls is that they exist before the body does.
So they also die after the body does.
And that means a soul can live without a body. (For how long is another discussion.) But the fact of the matter is that after the human bodyâs death, the soul remains living for a period of time. And in that time, humans are most connected to the Universe.
Some can even speak to it.
Fewer can bargain with it.
âA binding vow with the Universe itself.â
Nanami nods. âI haveâŚâ an image of your face flickers behind his eyes ââŚunfinished business on Earth.â
âThe hero cheats death for love.â
âIâm not a hero,â he replies firmly, âIâm just a regular guy with some irregular abilities. And Iâm not cheating death.â He wonders how to phrase his next words without coming off as an ingrate. âThe fact that Iâm here right now means you planned this all along.â
Itâs 8:27 AM on November 1st. Thatâs the date on your phone. Nanami found it sandwiched in the crack between the sofa cushions after looking around the first floor for your familiar figure. You also have around a hundred missed calls and even more unread texts. âIâm so sorry for your lossâs and âare you okay?âs clutter the screen, all from names he recognises. As he scrolls through the notifications, it becomes clear why youâd left your phone in the sofa.
At some point, the âsorryâs become oppressive.
So you know heâs dead. Or, he quickly corrects, you think heâs still dead. Thankfully, he was only gone for a few hours. Maybe thatâll make his unexpected appearance easier to process. Nanami sets your phone down on the coffee table and silently walks up the stairs, making a beeline for the bedroom. Slowly, he pushes the half-closed door open.
The curtains are shut and messily so, like youâd just yanked the fabric once on each side towards the middle before moving on. The thinnest streams of light peek through the cracks youâd left in your haste, each seeming to stop and pool at the figure curled up on the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room.
Nanami feels something cold reach for his heart and squeeze.
Youâre asleep, curled into a ball wearing one of his old sweatshirts, your face buried into a pillow with discoloured streaks everywhere, likely the doing of your tears. Letting out a guilt-laden breath, Nanami treads carefully to your side and places a hand on your shoulder. He gently shakes you.
And your eyes, puffy from crying, flutter open.
They meet a familiar pair of thin blue ones.
For a moment, you just stare at the man in front of you. The sunlight coming through the curtains ricochets off Nanamiâs golden hair, forming a soft halo around his head. A smallââ slightly apologeticââ smile plays at the corner of his lips as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
âKen?â you breathe, sitting up instantly.
âHi, sweetheart.â
That canât be him, you think as you stare up at Nanami with wide eyes and a hanging jaw.
âBut Ieiri said you were burned everywhere. And your eyeâââ you touch your own, you donât dare touch his âââ she said it was gone.â Ieiri had also said that thereâd been a hole burnt through his chest. That Itadori saw him disintegrate with his own eyes. That he was gone forever. This canât be Nanami.
âYeah. I, uh, died,â the blond says, looking down at the ground. âBut then I made a binding vow with the Universe and⌠I came back to life.â
A moment of silence passes.
âIf I touch youâââ
âI wonât disappear.â
âPromise?â
Nanami feels the red card in his pocket. This, he thinks, must be the reassurance Orpheus needed but never had.
âI promise.â
Your arms around his waist are a little firmer than usual but Nanami doesnât mind. Heâs just glad to be in bed beside you with the curtains drawn (properly this time), holding you closer than close, feeling your steady breath on his neck.
When your hands briefly tighten around his side as if to check that heâs still there for the tenth time that hour, Nanami grins and finally asks, âWhat?â
âI just⌠canât believe that youâre alive,â you murmur into his chest. Itâs firmââ always has beenââ but the feeling of the muscle and bones pressing back against your face brings you a certain peace you never thought youâd crave. âA binding vow with the Universe⌠is that even possible?â
Nanami laces your fingers together. You admire how his skin buzzes against yours, each pulse of the blood pumping through his veins a reminder of his still-beating heart.
âI think itâs similar to how reality is composed of layers that show themselves depending on the viewer,â Nanami says slowly, looking up at the ceiling. âFor example, humans canât see cursed spirits. That layer only shows itself to sorcerers.â
You hum in agreement.
âAnd so whatever it was I made that binding vow with⌠I think, in that moment, it let me see through another layer of reality.â
His words hang in the air as the two of you dissect them.
âWhat was the deal you struck?â you ask, peering up Nanamiâs face.
The weight of the red card makes itself known in his pocket. âIf I tell you,â he says, shifting so that youâre at eye-level, âyou canât give me shit about it.â
You nod.
Quickly, he reveals his end of the bargain. Anticipating your disapproval right afterwards, he shifts so that his chin rests at the top of your head.
âKentoâââ
âYou canât give me shit about it.â
â⌠Fine,â you huff with a roll of your eyes. But youâre not pleasedââ and Nanami knowsââ and the conversation lulls to a stop.
(Your bodies stay intertwined.)
He waits for you to speak againââ because you always doââ so heâs not surprised when, minutes later in a quiet voice, you ask, âDid you see heaven?â
Nanami pauses. Did he?
âI think I did.â
âWhat did it look like?â
His eyes flick down at your face before looking back up at the ceiling. And he smiles.
âLike this.â
i.
Mahitoâs hand on his charred chest. Haibara. Itadori. Haibara. Itadori. Flowery words that wilt into curses. âYou got it from here.â Feeling his body crumble away into dust. Blackness.
All his memories swim past his eyes. He sees his parents talking at the dinner table, his childhood friends crawling over playground equipment, the Jujutsu Tech second-years grinning as he bows in front of them, the first cursed spirit he ever exorcised, the dull-faced employees at Sachs, Itadoriâs optimistic grinâŚ
And then, you.
You with that look of concentration on your face as you sit in silence across from each other in the living room, feet propped up on the coffee table and noses buried in your respective reading materials.
You with flushed cheeks and reddened lips as he pulls away from the kiss to quip how itâs completely inappropriate for you to be interrupting him while heâs working, even if it is from home with a small smirkââ despite how he tugged you onto his lap in the first place.
You, sun-drenched and beautiful, laughing your head off in the passenger seat as he drives down the Shuto Expressway with both hands on the steering wheel, complaining again about your shit taste in music and begging you to throw on some Beatles tunes but still humming under his breath when you play another Britney song.
Heâll miss you.
Death is inevitableââ this much he and all sorcerers knowââ so dying has never been a big deal to Nanami. And heâs never had a specific idea about how heâd die.
But as each moment flashes by and disappears in the periphery of his mind, Nanami realises that if death is inevitable, then dying like this, with you as the last thing he sees, is the best way to go.
Not everyone gets to die with heaven already in sight.
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Broken Melody - Part Twenty One
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty...
Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?
Words: 6k+
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, stuff... Iâm so tried my brain canât function.
Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor
This Part: Lena has a question she wants to ask Emma.
Here you go, I hope you enjoy! My eyes are closing as Iâm trying to write this. Such fun! Please forgive the exhaustion that is showing in this part.
Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated. Please! I like knowing your thoughts.
Taglist: @finleyfrayâââ, @life-is-hella-unfairââ, @natasha-danversââ, @supergirl-writingzââ, @camslightstoriesââ, @thinking1beeââ, @aznblossomââ,
Lena tries to concentrate as she goes through the mountain of paperwork that has built up over the past week and a bit since the attack. Frustration flows through her when the pile never seems to decrease in size.
When the CEO finds herself reading the same line over and over Lena sighs heavily and leans back in her office chair. She lifts the tip of her thumb to her mouth and bites. Her anxiety swirling and simmering under the surface. Taking another deep breath Lena looks down at her phone. She quickly grabs it, turning her chair towards the window and opens a playlist full of Emmaâs voice and video messages as well as the songs she sent. Even if it was to ask her opinion on which lyrics sound better or a simple âGood Morning love.â
The raven haired beauty scrolls through the hundreds of files before coming across one of her favourites. It was also in video form which Lena doesnât know if it's a good thing or not. To actually see Emma talk and sing instead of just hearing her girlfriend.
âHi Lee!â Emmaâs beaming face fills the screen. Her wavy blonde hair is down and sheâs wearing Lenaâs National City University sweatshirt she had sneakily packed into her bag and taken on the tour.
Immediately tears start to creep into Lenaâs eyes when she hears Emmaâs voice. Realising how much she misses her loveâs laugh, the changes of tone as the blonde would talk about the different things that have happened to her during the day. The tender way Emma would softly whisper her name as she was falling asleep.
âI hope your day is going great! Well, Iâm back in the studio-â Emma motions around her to the dimly lit recording studio and the microphone equipment next to her. â-and I was thinking about you, I mean, when am I not thinking about you?!â Emma chuckles and Lena canât help but lift the corner of her mouth up in a small smile as a lone tear rolls down her cheek. âAnyway, this song came to my mind and I immediately needed to record it for you.â
Emma lifts her guitar up onto her lap and starts strumming. Her hazel green eyes connect with the camera, as if sheâs looking straight at Lena.
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged, oh I realise
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
The darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
Like the previous times before Lena is completely floored when she watches Emma sing. The way in which the words touch Lena and making her heart melt and ache all at once. How even though her girlfriend is singing to a camera she somehow connects with Lena.
But I see your true colours
Shining through
I see your true colours
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colours
True colours
True colours are beautiful
Like a rainbow
âWow.â
Lena jumps and quickly locks her phone, halting the video and Emmaâs voice. The CEO spins around to see an apologetic Sam standing behind her desk.
âSorry!â Sam holds her hands up and Lena wipes her face. Trying to hide the emotions that had surfaced.
âItâs okay.â Lena tries to tidy her desk a bit before focusing back on her friend. âEverything okay?â
âYea, itâs gone six.â
Lenaâs eyes widen as she glances down at the clock on her desk.
âShit.â The raven haired beauty thinks in dismay and presses her lips together until they disappear.
âYou alright?â Sam asks with a frown.
âI didnât get enough done today.â Lena uncharacteristically slumps forward and holds her head in her hands.
âHey-â Sam quickly comes around and sits on the desk, placing a comforting hand on her friendâs shoulder. âYou are ahead of what you need to do, but if things get too much we can always hire more assistants. You arenât in this alone.â
Lena swallows heavily and nods. Sam may say sheâs ahead but the raven haired beauties expectations are set too high from years of trying to please her family.
âSo, how about we pick up some food and go see that gorgeous girlfriend of yours?â
Samâs comment makes Lena gradually sit up and glare at the brunette.
âHands off Arias.â Lena growls and Sam throws her head back laughing.
âWrong Danvers my dear.â Sam gently pats Lenaâs cheek before getting up and grabbing her stuff.
Lena smiles and shakes her head. Quickly wiping the tears from her face before shutting everything down on her desk. She takes one more look at the piles of work.
Before Kara Danvers had come into her life she would have stayed until the early hours of the morning to complete her tasks. Sometimes not even leaving the office at all. But with Kara everything changed. Her obsessive, workaholic routines had been disrupted with lunches, coffee meet ups, movie and games nights. Lena found herself developing more and more friendships and she liked it.
Then when Emma Danvers swung into Lenaâs life⌠Well there was no hope of Lena ever working late into the night again.
Because no matter where Emma was she would ask when the best time was for her to call Lena and for some strange reason Lena had given her a time that cut her working hours a lot shorter. This also meant that Lena wasnât elbow deep in work that would distract her from spending time with her crush. Over time this became her new normal and even when Emma couldnât chat due to the time difference (and Lena refused to allow Emma to sacrifice her sleep for her) Lena would find herself finishing work at a reasonable hour.
Finally Lena turns away from the work and stands, rolling her chair under the desk and smoothing out her grey dress.
The pair walk out of LCorp in comfortable silence towards Samâs car, nodding at employees as they went.
As Lena settles into the passenger seat she notices her brunette friend overly tapping the steering wheel.
âSam? Is there something wrong?â
âErm, could we- I mean, if itâs okay. Could we listen to Emma sing?â
Lena hesitates for a moment. Wanting to keep the songs her girlfriend has sent her private and only for herself.
But the raven haired beauty reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone. Connecting it to Samâs car and choosing a song for the pair to listen to.
The car is filled with the gentle sound of a piano and soon Emma starts singing.
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
The corner of Lenaâs lips pull up slightly as she listens to her girlfriend. Images flash through her mind of a house the pair would buy and make a home. Where everything that has happened over the past few weeks would be a distance memory. They would both be happy, healthy and even more in love.
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
See I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Lena canât help but feel a slight blush build up in her cheeks. Remembering the way Emma would stare into her eyes as they lay on the bed, saying she was taking in every detail of colour and noticing the flecks of blue in them.
Lena also notices how Sam glances over at her every so often and chooses to ignore her friend. Instead turning her head to gaze out of the window and keeps listening to her girlfriendâs declaration of love.
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
The raven haired beauty rests her head against the side of the car door. She takes a big intake of breath and lets it out gradually.
âLena?â She hears Sam ask softly.
âYea?â
âYou okay?â
Lena pauses as she chooses her answer. Knowing if she lies Sam will pick up on it.
âNo, but I will be.â Lena slowly lifts her head up and gives Sam a small smile. The song ends and Lena chooses another more upbeat one that has Sam tapping along on the steering wheel.
An idea starts forming and Lena bites the inside of her lip. âSo, did Lucy mention where Emma will be staying after she leaves the DEO?â
âNo. I know sheâs going to talk to Emma about it soon. Why?â
âDo- do you think Emma would move in with me?â Lena asks quietly, purposefully not looking at Sam as she says it.
âMost definitely!â Sam makes Lena jump with her loud, enthusiastic response. âI mean, sheâs totally in love with you and itâs not like your relationship is brand new.â Sam beams at her friend. âAlso you guys totally failed in the lesbian stereotype! You should have moved in together on the second date right?â
Lena chuckles and shakes her head. Secretly she would have loved to have moved in with Emma straight away, they were practically living at each otherâs apartments anyway, even before their relationship developed further.
âOkay, Iâm going to ask her. Today.â Lena says mostly to herself and nods slowly.
âYes!â Sam canât help but smile brightly at her friend and a surge of happiness fills the brunette. Finally some good news among the chaos of the past few weeks.
The raven haired beauty turns to smile nervously at Sam. âShe has to say yes first.â
Sam scoffs. âAre you kidding me right now? Really?â Sam canât help but raise her eyebrows. âLee if you asked Emma to marry you, right now, I have no doubt in my mind she would.â
At that Lenaâs smile lights up her whole face as she imagines Emma in a bridal gown. Walking towards her with a radiant smile on her face.
âLena Danvers.â The raven haired beauty tests the name in her mind and settles back into her seat. Going over what the venue would look like, whether Emma would want a big wedding or something more intimate.
But soon the brunette starts feeling frustrated as the car crawls along the road. âUrgh this traffic!â
âMust be some roadworks happening.â
âYea, or there's a gathering outside Emâs apartment again.â
âOh?â
âYea, more and more fans have been showing up to pay their respects and show their support.â Sam says casually as she places her elbow on the car window and rests her head against her hand. âSheâs gained an even bigger following than before. Lucyâs been working non stop to try and contain the true story. Apparently sheâs gonna ask Emma to stage some photos and create a timeline.â Sam quickly glances over at her friend as she provides the information Lucy had discussed with her. A deep frown is etched on Lena's face and her mouth opens to speak, but Sam stops her before she can ask any questions. âBest to talk to Lucy about it.â
Lena nods and turns back to stare out of the window. Her mind races with what Lucy could have planned. Guessing that Emma would need to be kept out of the public eye for a while due to the injuries she had received.
âWell she shouldnât be breathing at all.â Lenaâs mind whispers and she immediately feels sick. But the feeling soon fades as she focuses on Emmaâs voice.
The car slowly makes progress down the street when it comes to a halt outside a florist.
âDo you think this traffic will clear in the next few minutes?â Lena asks quickly.
âNo, doesnât look like it.â Sam whines frustratedly, slamming her head back on the head rest.
âIâm getting some flowers.â Suddenly Lena grabs her phone, unbuckles and jumps out of the car before Sam can react or say anything.
Lena ignores the looks people give her as she strides confidently across the road towards the small florist. She marvels at the colours of the flowers and heads inside.
âWelcome! Welcome!â A kind elderly couple greet her behind the counter.
âHow may I help you today dear?â The gentleman asks her. Lena immediately notices recognition in his eyes but he doesnât say anything more. Which she is grateful for.
âI would like to purchase a bouquet for my girlfriend please.â
âAh! Any special occasion?â The elderly woman asks kindly as she starts gathering some flowers to show the CEO.
âEr- no, not particularly. Sheâs in hospital at the moment and I wanted to cheer her up, show her my love?â Lena cringes slightly at how she doesnât know what to say. Not wanting to give away Emmaâs state.
âAh of course. Well our prices range differently, depending on what you choose. But, as itâs you and these are for our favourite customer, we are going to give them to you for free.â The elderly gentleman smiles kindly at her.
Lena blinks a few times and her eyebrows rise.
âThank you sir, but I insist on paying.â
âNonsense! Emma has been a valuable customer over the years and we were both utterly devastated by the horrific attack that befalled her.â
âTruly tragic.â His wife nods along before staring Lena in the eyes. âBut is she getting better?â
âSlowly but surely.â Lena tries to reassure them.
âGood, thatâs good.â The elderly gentleman nods. âNow my dear, as I am sure you are aware flowers have different meanings. What would you like the bouquet to represent.â
Lena thinks for a moment. âMy love for her.â She simply says.
The couple smile at her. âRight!â The lady claps her hands and starts gathering flowers together, quickly explaining what each one means and for Lenaâs approval.
Lena reaches into her bag for her card, still wanting to pay for the beautiful bouquet.
âNo.â The gentleman holds out a hand and smiles at Lenaâs confused expression. âPlease, it is the least we can do for her.â
Lena nods but sneakily reaches into her purse and places a few hundred bills in a tip jar on the counter.
âI know she isnât with it properly but when she can if you could give Emma our love weâd really appreciate it.â The lady says kindly as she hands Lena the beautiful bouquet of flowers. âWho knows maybe the colours will help revive her.â
âI hope so and I definitely will.â Lena cradles the flowers carefully, gazing at the roses, tulips, baby breath and daisies. Hoping she can remember all the different meanings to tell her girlfriend. âThank you again.â Lena smiles at the couple and leaves the shop. Waving at them as she opens the door and steps out into the street.
The raven haired beauty glances around for Samâs car and sees it near the end of the street. Lena quickly makes her way down the pavement and through the traffic to get back to the car. Sam unlocks the doors and Lena gracefully slides in.
âWow, they look lovely.â Sam stares at the bouquet.
âThey do donât they?â Lena smiles and smells the flowers.
âCan you play more of Emmaâs songs please?â
âSure.â Lena quickly links her phone back to Samâs car and chooses a new song for them to listen to.
The pair stay in comfortable silence as they listen to Emmaâs music and crawl through the busy streets of the city.
-- -- --
Finally they make it to the DEO after picking up some food for everyone. Thank goodness Lena thought to order while they were stuck in traffic. Especially as they got food for Kara too. The waiter had given Lena a questioning look when they handed the box over to her. Lena responded by tilting her head slightly and giving one of her cold CEO stares. Only when she placed the box in the boot of Samâs car did she realise she could have just smiled at them. Sometimes old habits are hard to break.
âHere let me take the food and you hold the flowers.â Sam quickly takes a hold of the box and Lena closes the trunk. The pair quickly make their way inside.
âGood evening.â Agent Vasquez nods at them in greeting.
âEvening Agent.â Sam smiles at her. âOh could you do me a favour?â
âDepending what it is maâam.â Agent Vasquez places her hands behind her back, standing at ease.
Sam places the box on the floor and takes out a few bags of food. Leaving most still left in the box. âCould you please give this food to our friends in the main cell downstairs?â
Agent Vasquez tilts her head forward and squats down to pick the box up. âOf course maâam.â
âThank you.â Lena responds with a small smile and heads towards the elevator. The pair first go to the labs and Sam hands over Eliza, Jâonn, Winn, Brainy and Niaâs order.
Soon the pair make it to Emmaâs floor and the anticipation builds within Lena at the thought of seeing her girlfriend. She knocks on the door and softly opens it, knowing Emma canât call out to give them permission to enter.
âHi!â Lucy greets the pair as they enter and Sam responds but the raven haired beauty focuses on her girlfriend. A smile spreads across her face seeing how engrossed Emma is in her painting. Noticing the cute way she sticks the tip of her tongue out.
Lena places the flowers on the coffee table and slowly approaches the blonde beauty. The noise of her heels filling the room. But still Emma doesnât look up. Lena gazes down at what Emma is painting. She takes a quick intake of breath at what she sees. Amazed by the detail within it.
It seems to be from Emmaâs point of view, showing Alex and Kara sitting on Emmaâs bed. The pair are laughing and smiling brightly up at her with their hands joined together with Emmaâs. Tears are within both of their eyes and Lena can tell the sisters were sharing a special moment together.
Lena resists the urge to kiss Emmaâs head and instead heads back to the sofa.
âSheâs been doing that for hours.â Lucy follows Lena over to the sofas and sniffs the air, smelling the food within the bags. Her stomach loudly rumbles making the trio laugh.
They look over at the blonde whose tongue is still poking out as she paints.
âNothing can break her focus.â Lucy laughs and sits next to Sam.
âOh no, Iâm sure there's something or, someone, that could.â Sam raises an eyebrow at Lena and a slight blush colours her cheeks, remembering how Sam had found the lovers in the morning.
âHow has she been?â Lena asks as she pulls out her meal and starts eating.
âAlright, I guess.â Lucy glances sadly over at her friend.
A hint of a frown appears on Lenaâs forehead. âSam mentioned you have a plan to move forward?â
Lucy nods and dives into detail of the plans she had told Emma earlier in the day. About creating video and images to release to the media at specific times in the upcoming months. How Emma will have to stay out of the public eye.
âI was also thinkingâŚâ Lena pauses and quickly glances over at Emma, who was still completely submerged in her task. Lena turns back to Lucy who studies her closely. The CEO leans in and Lucy copies her. âAbout asking Emma to move in with me.â The raven haired beauty says quietly. Not wanting her girlfriend to overhear.
A wide smile breaks across Lucyâs face and she nods. âI think that will work perfectly. I noticed how worried Emma got when I mentioned she could leave here soon.â
Lena lets out a breath, relieved that Lucy agrees.
The brunette keeps smiling at the news, hoping this will help Emmaâs recovery. âOh and Winn mentioned about developing a face modifier which Emma will have to wear when sheâs out in public. Heâs going to discuss it with you and see what can be done.â
Immediately Lenaâs eyes light up with interest and Sam smiles at her expression of wonder. Almost expecting Lena to jump up and stride from the room to find Winn in the lab.
But the trio continue chatting and eating until they hear Emma place her brush into the cup of water. Lena looks over at the blonde and beams when their eyes connect.
Lena places her empty food container on the coffee table and picks up the bouquet of flowers. She hides them behind her back when she stands and approaches her girlfriend, her nerves prickle near the surface.
âWhat if Emma says no? What if she doesnât love me?â Â
Pushing her thoughts away Lena sits on the bed next to Emma and presents the flowers to the blonde. She smiles at how wide Emmaâs eyes go, how she instantly reaches out to feel the softness of the rose and studies the detail of the flowers.
Instead of asking Emma then and there Lena chickens out and starts reciting the different meanings of the flowers. Only getting distracted for a moment as Emma keeps lovingly kissing her cheek, but Lena stops the blonde, determined to tell her girlfriend the meaning of every flower. Totally not because she was scared to ask her question⌠Nope.
âLuthors donât get scared.â Lena will always try and reassure herself in times like this.
But finally the pair kiss, only to be interrupted by Lucy pretending to heave.
Lena laughs when Emma flips the other brunette off and focuses back on the blonde. Her green eyes study her loveâs face.
âSo, howâs your head?â Lena asks as she runs her fingers gently through Emmaâs hair and watches the blonde lift her hands to sign.
âIâve had no complaints.â
Immediately Lena lifts her head back and laughs loudly causing the others in the room to question her. The raven haired beauty repeats the joke and the other pair laugh along.
Lena feels Emma snuggle into her side and the raven haired beauty wraps an arm around her.
âWeâve brought you some food love.â Lena says gently and kisses the top of Emmaâs head. âAre you hungry?â
She feels Emma nod and goes to get up to get the container but Emma becomes a koala bear and holds on to her with a vice-like grip.
âOw, Em, not so tight!â Lena laughs out but Emma instantly lets go, trying to move away from the CEO. But she canât due to Lenaâs own hold on her. âHey, itâs okay. I know you just love me so much.â The raven haired beauty smiles reassuringly and gently boops Emmaâs nose. Making the blonde adorably scrunch her face up.
âHere you go Em.â Sam places Emmaâs food on the tray table. Emma gives her a look of gratitude. âShall I move the picture so you donât get anything on it?â
Emma nods as she opens the lid and shoves a huge cunk into her mouth. Hesitantly wrapping an arm around her girlfriend, making sure she doesnât squeeze her too hard this time.
Sam clears the table of the painting supplies and her eyes widen as she stares at the painting while placing it on top of a chest of drawers.
âWow Em. This is so good.â
âLet me see!â Lucy rushes over and gapes at it. âAwww I love it!â
Emma buries her head into Lenaâs shoulder, feeling embarrassed from the praise. The raven haired beauty grins and kisses Emmaâs head.
A knock makes the women look over at the door and Emma peeking slightly over Lenaâs shoulder to see who it is.
The door opens and Jâonn enters with Eliza following behind him. âLucy, we are ready to go down to the cells.â
Emma sits up at Jâonnâs words and stares at Lucy, desperately wanting to go with her. She turns to her girlfriend and signs.
âWhatâs going on?â
Lena repeats the question and Lucy approaches Emmaâs bed, knowing she needs to be completely honest with the blonde.
âWe arenât making any progress with who took your sisters. Whoever they are they covered their tracks well.â Lucy rubs her shoulder as she looks apologetically at the pair on the bed. âWe have the go ahead from your sister's therapists that we can ask them more questions. Especially as the R.K levels are almost depleted.â
Emma sits up even straighter at this new piece of information, looking more alert then before and grabbing Lenaâs hand, who squeezes it three times.
âCan I come with you?â Sam asks confidently, ready for the looks of confusion the superfriends give her. âWell, with my time as Reign, I understand what itâs like having blackouts and waking up realising something, that is out of your control, has happened.â
Jâonn and Lucy share a look and the brunette nods. âVery well.â Jâonn agrees and gets ready to head down to the cells.
Emma fidgets and Lucyâs eyes are drawn to her. She wants to cry at the hope etched onto Emmaâs face.
âI will ask them if they are ready to see you. But please prepare yourself that they still may not be ready.â Lucy begs as if reading Emma's mind. The blonde slowly nods and her shoulder sag.
âIt will be okay sweetheart.â Eliza tries to reassure her baby girl. âThey are making progress, these things just take time.â
Emma nods and motions to the painting. âCan someone give this to them? Would that be okay?â Lena speaks out what Emma signs and Sam carefully picks up the painting.
The blonde smiles at her, placing her hand to her lips, moving it forward and down, thanking Sam. Almost like sheâs blowing Sam a kiss.
âYouâre welcome Emma.â Sam returns the smile and heads towards the door.
Emma shifts so she can look at her girlfriend. âWill you go see them?â
Lena blinks in surprise at Emmaâs request. âAre you sure?â
Emma nods. âKara needs her best friend. Plus mom can keep me company.â
Lena stares into fading bloodshot eyes for a moment. âAlright. Can I have a kiss?â The raven haired beauty smiles shyly at her girlfriend and Emma tilts her head forward, connecting their lips.
âYou guys are just too much.â Lucy mutters and Sam pushes her shoulder while shaking her head at the other brunette.
The pair were adorably, but also sickeningly cute.
Lena regretfully moves away from Emma and gracefully slides off the bed. But she canât move away as the blonde as she wonât let go of her hand.
Lena turns to her girlfriend and smiles sweetly at her, also raising an eyebrow. âEm-ma.â
Slowly Emma lets go of Lena's hand and the raven haired beauty follows the others out of the room. She turns back at the doorway. Emma lifts her hand and does a sad little wave which Lena copies.
âCome on lovebird.â Sam gently grabs Lenaâs arm and pulls her away from the door. When they near the elevator Sam wraps an arm around her friend and leans into her ear. âChicken.â The brunette whispers and laughs at the look of outrage on Lenaâs face.
âHey! I-er-it just-I-â Lena stops and huffs as the superfriends turn to look at her in shock. Rarely, if ever, hearing the badass CEO stutter. The elevator doors open and the group step inside and wait while the elevator descends.
Lucy massages her shoulders and huffs, catching Winnâs attention.
âLucy? You okay?â Winn asks in concern.
âNo, my back and shoulders are killing me.â Lucy moans while flexing and stretching her back, trying to relieve the pain there.
âWhat did you do?â Sam asks with a frown.
âNothing.â Lucy says bewildered but pauses as she thinks through her day. âWell, I did jump onto Emma to stop her going down to the cells. Maybe I just pulled something.â
Sam's face morphs into one of deep thought as she contemplates Lucyâs words. Her eyes find Lenaâs who tilts her head as she tries to figure out what Sam is thinking.
The doors open and the superfriends make their way to the cell holding Alex and Kara.
Lena canât help but feel apprehensive and a bit guilty at the sight of Kara and Alex. She hasnât properly spoken to the sisters since their imprisonment. Her main focus has solely been on Emma.
She hangs back as the others enter the room and make their way over to the cell. Nia and Brainy are already in front of the sisters as Brainy works through his data and Nia is sitting on the floor having had her meal with Kara and Alex.
âGuys!â Kara jumps to her feet and smiles brightly at the group. âItâs so good to see you all!â Her eyes meet each of the superfriends and widen for a moment when they connect with her best friend.
âAny news?â Alex says standing next to her sister and places her hands on her hips. Immediately morphing into Director Danvers.
âStill no leads.â Jâonn says quietly and Alex clenches her jaw while Kara crosses her arms.
âWeâve swept the area and any samples we take comes up with nothing.â Winn holds up his tablet to the sisters to show them his data.
Lena canât imagine how the pair must be feeling. Obviously as frustrated, if not more, then Lena, to know their attackers are walking free out in the world which makes Lenaâs blood boil.
âDo you remember anything new?â Lucy asks and Brainy pulls up some photos of other locations. âOr do these pictures mean anything?â
Brainy holds out his tablet to show the pair. They study them intently.
âNo.â Alex huffs heavily and Kara shakes her head, avoiding everyone's eyes as she wills herself to remember anything that would help. âItâs still too fuzzy.â
âOne minute we were with Emma and I flew off with Alex and then next we are on the way to her apartment to-â Kara motions her hand, not wanting to finish the sentence.
âI just remember darkness and feeling cold, pain. The sound of running water and a hum.â Alex says hauntingly.
âI know how overwhelming all this can be.â Sam draws the sisters attention to her. She fiddles with the edge of Emmaâs painting. Wanting desperately to say the right words. âWhen I would wake up after Reign took over, it was the most terrifying feeling. To have these fuzzy memories but not being able to focus on them. I just wanted you both to know you arenât alone in this.â Sam says passionately and Kara takes it in, nodding her thanks and taking a deep breath.
Alex continues looking over the data, trying to make her brain remember something useful. Anything.
âYes, we will figure this out. Donât lose hope.â Jâonn looks between them.
The sisters nod.
âHow-â Kara pauses, biting her lip. âHow is she? Emma.â
âSheâs desperate to see you both.â Lena says softly, making the sisters tense simultaneously.
âYea, I had to jump on her back to stop her coming down here earlier.â Lucy jokes lightly but subconsciously rubs her shoulder and Alex frowns at the brunette.
âShe painted something for you.â Sam quickly interrupts when she sees the redhead opening her mouth to ask a question. Sam holds the painting in front of her and turns it so the sisters can see.
Immediately both their eyes mist over and Karaâs lips disappear as she tries to stop herself from crying out and Alex digs her nails into her palms.
âShe knows you both arenât ready to see her.â Lena says gently, seeing their distress. âBut Emma wanted you to know how much she loves you. That nothing can or will ever change that.â
Alex shakes her head at Lenaâs words. âHow can Emma be so forgiving?â
âBecause you are her sisters.â Jâonn responds. He didnât mean to hear Alexâs thoughts, at the moment they are just so loud, as if she is screaming them at him.
âWeâll think about it.â Kara says and looks at her sister who does a slight nod in agreement. Despite the many hours together they havenât spoken about the attack. Instead they are pushing their pain away and hiding it, pretending it doesnât exist.
âThatâs all we ask.â Jâonn reassures them.
âWhatâs the news on her voice?â Alex says while crossing her arms and Lucy steps closer to the sisters.
âWell, I had a chat with Doctor Sloan and he feels ready to operate soon. Maybe in the next month or so.â She says while looking at both Kara and Alex. Lena squints her eyes slightly at the news, trying to remember if Emma had communicated this with her.
âThatâs good, right?â Kara asks desperately and lowers her arms.
âIt is.â Lucy smiles. But she is holding back key information that there is a chance that the surgery wonât be successful the first time. Feeling that it could dash the little hope the sisters are holding onto. Even Alex looks a bit lighter from the news.
âPlease tell Emma we love her too.â Alex responds softly and focuses on Lena. âGive her a hug from me.â
âAnd me.â Kara adds quickly, smiling cautiously at her best friend.
âOf course!â Lena nods while taking a nervous step closer as she fiddles with her hands. âI actually wanted your opinion on something.â
-- -- --
Emma quietly strums her guitar while her mom reads in the chair next to her. The blonde pauses to write down the notes and chords, finding it slightly frustrating she canât sing them out. But she continues on and tries to match the pitch with what she is singing in her head.
The door opening makes Emma whip her head around. She smiles at Lena as she closes it behind her and comes over to her. Emma shuffles across the bed, allowing Lena to sit next to her and the blonde carefully places her guitar on the stand by the bed.
âHi love.â Lena kisses Emmaâs lips as her girlfriend turns back around. The raven haired beauty smiles at Eliza, who watches them over her book. âJâonn is asking if you can meet him in the lab?â
âThank you Lena.â Eliza closes her book, stands and kisses Emmaâs forehead and surprises Lena when she does the same to her.
Emma smiles at her shocked girlfriend and gently strokes her cheek. Waiting for her mom to leave the room before kissing Lena again. Before things get heated Emma pulls back and signs. âHow are they?â
âWell, they send their love and promise to think about seeing you soon.â Lena watches as Emmaâs eyes grow sad. âIâm sorry.â
Emma nods, lowering her head and runs her thumb over Lenaâs hand.
The raven haired beauty goes to open her mouth but finds the words she wants to say get stuck in her throat. Emma immediately notices and looks up at her girlfriend. Tilting her head questioningly.
âI- ermâŚâ Lena lets out a small laugh. âThis is ridiculous. The famous Lena Luthor stumbling on her words.â
Emma smiles slightly and squeezes Lenaâs hand three times.
âI love you too.â Lena leans in and presses her forehead against Emmaâs. She takes a deep breath and pulls away again so she can see her girlfriend properly.
âSo, Iâve been thinking and I was wondering, when you are dischargedâŚâ
Lena fidgets and momentarily looks away.
âThat⌠Whether you would like to, I mean you can say no, no pressure, but if you would like to come andâŚâ
Emma squeezes her girlfriendâs hand, making Lena lift her eyes and gaze at her.
âLive with me?â Lenaâs voice goes higher in pitch as she asks the question. Her nerves and Irish twang coming through.
Emmaâs mouth drops open and her eyes fill with tears before smiling so brightly Lena thinks it outshines the sun.
âIs that a yes?â Lena asks tenderly.
Emma responds by vigorously nodding before leaping onto Lenaâs lap and kissing her. Making Lena smile happily into the kiss as she wraps her arms around her girlfriend.
(Part Twenty Two)
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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC XIV
Open Heart; only somewhat canon compliant.
Parts 1-13 linked in bio
Song: When My Love Wonât Stick To You - Whitaker
Rating: M, swearing, sexual language, references of violence
Word Count: 3286
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A/N: just to say Stitches will not be updating next Friday, since itâs Christmas Day I will not be majorly online. Iâll be posting again Jan 1st 2021đ
Chapter Fourteen: Everything Goes But The Memories Made
âWhat?â She barely whispered, her head spinning. Bryce had just revealed to her that he remembered her from their college days when theyâd shared a kiss once, drunk.
He looked nervous, afraid to continue, but he did.
âTruth be told, I always had a soft spot for you. You know when you just feel warm around someone, even if you barely know them? Thatâs how you made me feel. When Iâd see you studying at the library with snacks and coffee splayed all around you, or when Iâd see you at the hospital for lectures, it was always just a mental âhey, I know youâ and suddenly everything would feel okay. Seeing someone you recognise is really grounding, you know? Especially when thereâs a distance and you donât really know them. And I liked the competition of it all, that you were so smart and always number 1 but didnât even know it was me at number 2, because you were so confident in your own abilities you didnât need to look back. I wanted to be your friend, but you didnât seem to have the time, so I let you be. And then you kissed me at that frat party and I thought, god, this is amazing. I didnât think into it too much - college and all - but I have thought about it a lot since. And then when you crashed into me on our first day at Edenbrook, at first I didnât know who you were. You look different, you know. Itâs been like, seven years, after all, it wasnât until I saw your name tag that it hit me. Why youâd felt so familiar. But I wanted to wait until you recognised me too, if you even did. And then when you did, I got nervous, and tried to ignore it.â
Holy shit. He⌠he really remembered me. Not even just from the kiss, either, he remembered me before that.
Suki stammered a little before the words came out, ââŚBryce⌠I donât understand why you wouldnât just say?â
âHonestly? I was embarrassed that you didnât recognise me to begin with. More so, I was embarrassed that Iâd known you and recognised you and always thought about you every now and then and you hadnât,â he said. âI guess it felt sort of⌠creepy?â
âWowâŚâ was all she could stifle out. She was at a loss for much more.
Bryce had remembered her, for all this time. Things felt like they were looking up, the way heâd opened up to her and finally told her the truth. Unfortunately, the altercation with Fred and Ben wouldnât stop nagging at the back of Sukiâs brain.
ââŚsorry,â Bryce exhaled, rubbing his hand across his neck bashfully.
âNo, I- donât worry. I get it. It was just a kiss Iâm sure you had loads, but itâs weird.â
âThis is why- I didnât want you to think I was weird.â
âNo! Not you! Iâm really glad Iâm not forgettable,â she laughed lightly, âitâs weird that⌠oh god itâs going to sound ridiculous.â
âIt canât sound more ridiculous than what I just said. I wonât laugh,â he said, then twisted the corner of his mouth up into a grin, âmaybe.â
She sighed, burying her head in her hands before coming out with it. âI guess it just feel like we keep being pulled together, like, i donât know,â she felt her cheeks become seriously hot, âfate.â
Bryce had lied, because he burst out laughing, which then devolved into a coughing fit and had Suki patting him on the back. Maybe a little harder than she was meant to.
âOw!â
âYou said you wouldnât laugh!â Except she was laughing, too.
âI know, I know. You just looked funny. Honestly? I do see what you mean. All signs pointing to us ended up here,â he gestured between them, sat facing each-other in his bed.
Maybe this cosmic power sheâd been cursing for all the early embarrassing encounters wasnât so bad after all.
â-
Bryce and Suki talked for hours about college, and their stories, and people they knew in common. They laughed about how Suki didnât even know Bryce sat near her in most lectures, and only knew him by his reputation.
A little later, after raking through Bryceâs Stanford yearbook and finding Suki in there, Bryce pulled out his high school yearbook.
âThis is my senior photo. Just before graduation.â
Bryce was smiling up from the page, his golden tinged hair darker and shoulder length, and silver piercings shone from his ear, eyebrow, nostril, and lip. When Suki had known him heâd been piercing free.
âOh my god! Why the hell did you stop looking like this for college? You know, I mightâve actually spoken to you if youâd looked like this.â
âEh. I wanted to be taken more seriously. Why?â
âDonât make me say it you dick.â
He nudged closer, smug all over his face. âWhat?â
âBecause it looks good on you.â
âSo I donât look good like this?â He motioned down his body, which mightâve been sexy if he was in better shape. Well, as in his cold. His physique was perfectâŚ
Suki gave him an affectionately knowing smile, âof course you do. I like the way you look very much,â she nodded. Then when Bryceâs face lit up she added: âbut youâre not going to catch me saying that again anytime soon, okay? Your ego is big enough.â
Bryce moved to get up from the bed, âlook, Iâm just going to the piercing shop I wonât be long-â
Suki pulled him back down to the bed with a laugh, âBryce! Although I wouldnât oppose Iâm not sure youâd be allowed in surgeries looking like metal face.â
âIt would make things interesting thoughâŚâ
âWhat?â
âA lip ring. Maybe a tongue ring. Imagine the kissing, or me going down on youâŚâ
âBryce.â
âWhat! Donât tell me you wouldnât consider it.â
âYou are not getting any action while youâre sick.â
He leaned closer to her in the bed, âI got you to kiss me.â
She sighed and pulled the back of her hand up to check his temperature. Before she got there however, he took it from her.
âWhatâs this?â He brushed a finger lightly across her fingers, by the edge of the bandaging.
Ah, crap. This guy really does make me lose my mind. Iâd forget my name if I spent too long around him.
âWork casualty,â she tried to laugh nonchalantly and pull her hand back to his forehead to seem normal. But he brought it back down to inspect it. His brow furrowed as he tried to decide what was under the gauze, and then he used one of his hands to grab Sukiâs other one. He turned this one so that the palm was facing up and the scars from the month before were visible; standing paler than her skin tone right in the centre.
He held each hand in his own like they were feathers, opposite directions up.
âDoes it hurt?â He asked, moving his thumb as if about to graze over the scars, asking permission.
âNo, go ahead.â
He followed the neat shape of the puckered skin with the pad of his thumb, as gentle as he had been when heâd stitched it. Sukiâs hand felt cold under his touch, the sensation on her scar able to feel each fingerprint dragging over.
He dropped her scarred hand somewhat to the mattress, but still held it in his own, shifting their hands slightly so that it was more of a classic hand-hold.
Suki tried not to focus on the bolt of electricity coursing from that spot. Sheâd wanted to hold his hand for so long, and here he was holding it like it was no big deal. His thumb ran up and down her skin in a soothing motion.
He turned his attention to the other, biting his lip as he looked.
âWhatever caused this, itâs gonna have to answer some questions.â
âIt was just, uh, slammed it in the double doors. Those are heavy,â she cleared her throat, hating every fibre of herself for lying.
âStupid door.â He brought his face down to the bandaged hand and placed a featherlight kiss to the top of her knuckles, âIâm a surgeon, I have magic kisses.â
âOh dear,â she laughed, a little breathless and trying to seem light and uncaring, âdid you take some medicine this morning? I think itâs kicking in.â
He chuckled, almost back to his usual Bryce chuckle, âbut,â he cleared his throat, clearly gearing up to make a cheeky comment by the smirk on his face, âif I had a tongue piercing, my kisses really would be magic.â
âOh my god,â Suki couldnât help but laugh at him.
As they laughed together on Bryceâs bed, hands tangled together and bodies close, Suki truly felt happy. Like things really could work out for her. For them. And Suki was having an amazing time just being with Bryce.
The only problem was the albatross hanging around her neck.
â-
The next thing Suki knew, she was waking up in Bryceâs bed. He was sat beside her, scrolling through his phone.
She blinked her eyes a few times to make sure she was seeing things right, and moved to sit up.
âI⌠fell asleep?â She asked groggily, causing Bryce to turn to face her. He smiled when he saw her.
âYeah. I figured I should just let you, you seemed pretty tired.â
She realised she mustâve fallen asleep when Bryce had been searching for some Stanford pictures, because that was the last thing she remembered.
She sighed, âyou shouldâve woken me.â
âNah, you were working all night.â
And getting into it with your colleaguesâŚ
She sighed again and bit her lip, figuratively and physically.
âYou really shouldâve woken me,â she whispered, unable to handle Bryce treating her like this knowing sheâd stuck her nose where it didnât belong.
He smiled back at her, she could see in his face that he knew something was up.
âYouâre fine. Itâs what friends do.â
âBryce.â She felt like she was sighing his name a lot these days, and not in the way either of them liked the most.
He twisted his face up into a grin and Suki noticed his eyes were much brighter now, âSuki.â
She rolled her eyes, but she was terrible at hiding her guilt. She had to get out of there, because if Bryce was the one trying to alleviate it sheâd feel even worse. She started to shift in the bed, but Bryce reached an arm out over her waist.
She just sort of lay there shocked as he shifted over closer to her, putting his torso over hers.
âAt least let me try and kiss away some of those frown lines. If I remember correctly, itâs one of our benefits,â he smirked, hell-bent on making her feel better and in turn making her feel even worse. She couldnât kiss him and feel like it was okay, because even that, even what was happening at that moment, felt like overstepping and taking it too far and Suki knew that it was on her. She was the one who caught feelings, who started blurring the lines and the rules and taking liberties where possible. She was the one unable to tell Bryce the truth. About her feelings or about her meddling.
But she also knew they were on borrowed time, and this might be the last chance she had to kiss him.
So she put as much as she could into it as she pulled his face to hers, hands on his cheeks and feeling the soft skin with a little bit of stubble beginning to come through, committing it to memory. Her lips pressed to his slowly but definitely, making sure each inch of herself was tied to him. With the kiss her head was filled with every other kiss theyâd shared: at college, in the supply closet, at the housewarming party, and the many since. He wasnât trying to force more like he had earlier, he seemed to be savouring it as much as she was, his lips sweet and slightly chapped but so familiar and Suki felt at home.
Kissing him was that to her.
She felt her face scrunch up as she kissed him, praying to god this wasnât the last time. His familiar citrus scent washed over her and she never wanted to stop kissing him.
Reluctantly, but knowing she had to, Suki pulled her mouth from Bryceâs. Her eyes were glued shut and her forehead lulled against his, feeling his hair tickle her skin and his hot breaths wash over her face.
âWoahâŚâ he exhaled, speechless to say much more.
Bryceâs kindness and the fact that she liked him so ridiculously much just meant that Sukiâs guilt kept growing and growing. She just knew this couldnât last.
â-
A couple of days passed by and Suki had been bogged down with work again, and hadnât been able to see Bryce since that day. Heâd texted a couple of times and seemed to be on rising spirits, so she was pleased about that.
It was just, every time she thought about Bryce, she couldnât help but think about what sheâd done.
Or about how the clock was ticking down until he found out.
And it was.
Bryce was back to work that day, heâd told her, and she was filled with anxiety the entire time.
Suki was on her way home later that day, just about to enter her apartment building when a voice stopped her in her tracks.
âWe need to talk.â It was dark and low and every part of her went cold. She turned to face him, that face of her dreams stern and distant and everything she never wanted to see.
âOkay. Thereâs people home. We can go to the river.â
Bryce just nodded and started in the other direction.
Suki nervously followed behind him, afraid to catch up for she didnât know what to say. Building in her chest were nerves and dread and like a hairline crack in her heart which she knew would expand soon enough.
She thought about the last time she saw him, the kiss they shared. How happy theyâd been.
They came to the river as the sun was just setting, sparkling over the water like constellations. Bryceâs soft caramel skin was golden in the sunlight, the light reflecting in his eyes and Sukiâs heart was put through a wringer just looking at him. Was this it? The last time sheâd ever get to see him like this?
Suki searched her brain for ways to start, how to apologise, but Bryce beat her to it.
âWhy, Suki?â It wasnât anger, it was at a loss.
âWhy what?â Bad move, Suki. He knows. Thereâs no point still lying to him.
âWhy did you meddle in my business?â
âBecause they had no right to do what they did.â
âYouâve made it worse! Now theyâre never going to leave me alone! I donât care about being liked I care about doing my fucking job! It was fineâit was over!â Bryceâs voice was now angry. Suki wasnât sure which hurt worse. Or maybe they exacerbated each-other, like a hammer and a nail. The nail was the disappointment, and the anger just kept bruising it further into her chest.
âI- are you really pissed at me for standing up for you?â If she just let him know her intentions, maybe she could fix this.
âIâm pissed at you for going and stirring shit up! You crossed a line!â
âIt wasnât just me, Jackie was there too and I donât see you yelling at her.â
âWell Iâm not sleeping with Jackie!â
âWhat?â She spat.
âYou-â his face scrunched up and she felt her heart scrunch with it, âyou kissed me. Twice! Knowing youâd gone behind my back and disrupted things.â
âWhat did you mean youâre ânot sleeping with Jackieâ? Why does that mean weâre held to different standards?â She asked, her voice raised, ignoring his words because the truth hurt too much to say.
âAnd you didnât tell me! You spent the entire day with me where you couldâve mentioned it and you didnât even bother! I thought we were-â He ignored her too, but his voice halted like he couldnât say what came next.
She couldnât tell if his voice was breaking from the cold or the anger â but it was heartbreaking.
âNo, I didnât, because I had no clue how youâd react. And look! Youâre so⌠mad,â as she said the last words her voice shook and it came out like a whisper. In fact, her hands started shaking too. Her eyes were beginning to blur from stinging tears welling at the bottom. Sheâd upset him â the last thing she ever wanted to do.
âYouâre damn right Iâm mad!â He yelled, and Suki flinched at the noise. âYour hand â you told me you shut it in a fucking car door! I saw his face Suki. You seriously hit him? For some stupid petty rumours?â
âYes, I hit him,â she could really feel the tears coming as she spoke firm and loud, âhe couldâve fucked everything up for you.â And it was cloying with her words, when it came to Bryce, it seemed the anger couldnât come without pain, too.
âHeâs not the only one who fucked things up for me. I mean, you violated my trust,â he shook his head, his hair blowing in the light breeze, âI trusted you,â he said this quieter, and Suki got the impression he wouldnât have been able to yell it. It was hurt.
âAnd I ruined that.â I ruined everything. Iâm so sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâve never cared for someone like this.
âYeah. You went behind my back on something I told you in confidence, and then lied to me about it. I feel so fuckingââ he shook his head, at a loss for words. But he looked embarrassed.
âThat wasnâtâIâjust wanted to them to know how bad they fucked up! I was so mad that they did that to you.â
âIt was months ago! Itâs over, old news! And it was my problem to solve.â
âWell you matter to me! Okay?â It came out like a sneeze she couldnât hold back and her heart was beating more rapidly as soon as she said it. Shit.
Bryceâs expression then was completely unreadable. Suki had no idea what was going on in his head. He just looked at her like that for a few moments, her statement hanging in the air like cigarette smoke. And then Bryce finally came out with something.
âWeâre sleeping together Suki â what did you think you were doing?â
And her head was running like a machine; all cogs and whirring and sparks and clanging. The emphasis heâd put on that one word, and she knew where this was headed. Every bad dream, every nauseous predictive thought sheâd had lately was laid out in front of her and coming true.
She didnât want to ask her next question. But she had to. She had to. She knew it wouldnât come out with any semblance of strength, but at this point, it didnât really matter.
âSo I am just a body to you?â she whispered it with a heaviness which hung in the air. They both knew this moment was going to change everything. There was no going back from here.
Bryce stared at her steely-eyed and jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might pop. She wasnât prepared for his next word. She never would be.
âYes.â
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a ficlet for eliottâs birthday âď¸
Eliott is half-awake.
Heâs in the sweetest liminal space between dream and reality, when the warm sheets tangled between his legs feel like the tendrils of clouds, the mattress beneath him a gently undulating sea. Heâs coming out of a dream that has already passed into memory, too lazy to hold onto it, too content to do anything but let the comforting feeling of it seep into his heart.
A beam of light passes over his eye and his blinks, squinting at the bedroom window, where just beyond its glass waits another blooming morning in June.
He rolls onto his side, reaching for a warm body and when his fingers land on cool sheets he frowns, and rolls to the other side, reaching for his phone.
His screen is flooded with notifications and he blinks again, brow furrowing until he begins to read, then he grins. Laughs. In the midst of everything that had been going on - finishing his film, Lucas writing the bac - he had honestly forgotten that this day was coming. He hadnât realized how close to the end of June they were.
The oldest text is from Idriss, sent at exactly midnight the night before. All it says is, birth.
Then thereâs one from his mom, a happy birthday message buried in dozens of flower emojis.
One from his dad, with an attached photo of him as a toddler, sitting on his dadâs shoulders.
A text from Sofiane, with a video attached of two baby raccoons because, I know youâre obsessed with these.
Thereâs texts from every member of the grew, with varying amounts of exclamation points and emojis. Thereâs even an Instagram message from a girl in his class heâs spoken to a few times, and opening his Instagram app brings along another wave of notifications, old and new photos being shared across stories.
Itâs an overwhelming amount of affection for Eliott, who sometimes feels like nothing more than a shadow at the fringes of the world itself, destined to be an outsider, as thin and fleeting as smoke. He slowly sits up, the sheets pooling at his waist, his eyes fixed to his phone. He scrolls through his mentions, snorting when he sees a particularly embarrassing photo from his first year of lycĂŠe that Sofiane shared, and smiling softly when he comes across a photo Alexia tagged him in, of himself and the girls piled onto a couch together.
He stares down at the outpouring of love from his friends and his family, the gentlest and simplest weâre so happy youâre here, and he feels beautifully solid, as real as the sun, warm and constant and alive.
Heâs still smiling, misty-eyed, when the bedroom door opens, and someone clears their throat.
âJoyeux an-oh fucking shit, fuck.â
Thereâs a thud, and Eliott turns on the bed, eyes wide to see Lucas, wearing boxers and one of Eliottâs shirts, stumbling on a pair of sneakers by the door and balancing a plate on one hand. Eliott canât quite see whatâs on the plate, but thereâs no mistaking the single lit candle sticking out from its surface.
Lucas smacks his elbow off of the doorframe and he swears again, the plate teetering dangerously close towards the floor. Eliott watches the entire thing with his mouth open, his hands reaching out as though he could somehow make it to Lucas in time from the other side of the room.
But Lucas manages to right himself, the plate finding balance between his hands, and Eliott canât help but let out a laugh from the look of palpable relief on his face.
Lucas scowls at him. âShut up,â he whispers, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. Eliott smothers another laugh into his hand. He wants to kiss him there, the soft curves where colour starts and ends.
Lucas clears his throat again, with great gavitas, and rolls his shoulders back.
âJoyeux anniversaire,â he starts to sing, voice low and soft, taking a careful step forward, his eyes rapidly moving between where his feet are going next and the plate, which Eliott can now see is holding a small, round cake.
âJoyeux anniversaire,â Lucas continues, kicking a sock out of the way with one foot. Eliott couldnât stop smiling if he tried.
âJoyeux anniversaire, mon amour.â Lucas glances up at him then, grinning widely, eyes bright and curved at the corners, and Eliottâs heart dances under his ribs. âJoyeux anniversaire,â Lucas finishes, drawing out the last word with a flourish, and Eliott giggles, pressing his hands to his cheeks.
Lucas lowers the plate towards him. âMake a wish, baby,â he says softly, and Eliott closes his eyes, thinks, just like this, always, and he blows out the candle.
The cake is covered in a thick, neat layer of cream-coloured icing, but what makes Eliott gasp in delight are the large, lopsided sunflowers that have been piped onto the surface.
âHow did you do this?â Eliott asks, already reaching for his phone so he can take a picture of the cake to show it off on Instagram.
Lucas huffs, tilting his nose up imperiously. âIâm very talented, you know.â
Eliott takes three different pictures of the cake, and wraps an arm around Lucasâ neck so he can pull him close, kiss the pink points of his cheeks. âI know you are,â he murmurs, and then he kisses Lucasâ lips, humming when he tastes something sugary sweet. âWhat did you-?â
âHad to make sure the icing was good.â
âOf course.â
âThatâs what the professionals do.â
âAbsolutely.â
They both smile into another kiss, Lucasâ head tilting back when Eliott leans forward to deepen it, laughing when Eliott groans, licking into his mouth.
âEliott, your cake.â
âMhm, but youâre so much sweeter.â
Lucas pushes his face away with a flat palm, ignoring it when Eliott pouts. âCome on.â He pulls two forks seemingly out of nowhere, offering one to Eliott with a raised eyebrow. âWhat other day of the year is it acceptable to have cake for breakfast?â
Itâs a good point.
The cake is delicious, sweet and light and most delightfully, coloured bright yellow on the inside. Lucas disappears to the kitchen and returns with two coffee cups, setting them down on the bedside table and grinning when he sees Eliott take another big bite.
âThis is amazing,â Eliott says with a dreamy sigh. He smacks a kiss to Lucasâ cheek and leaves behind a smear of icing. âYouâre amazing. When did you find the time to make this?â
âI got up early,â Lucas says, as though itâs the simplest thing in the world.
But it isnât. It really, really isnât.
âI canât believe you did this for me.â Eliott swipes his finger through the corner of a sunflower, yellow and brown catching on his knuckle.
He glances up, and Lucas is already staring at him, his face melting into something quiet and soft that makes Eliott smile. He shifts closer on the mattress, planting a hand on Eliottâs thigh and leaning into him, nudging their foreheads together.
âYou deserve it.â He says, and Eliottâs smile falls, slightly, a sudden thickness in his throat. Lucas gently kisses the highest point of his cheekbone. âHappy birthday, sunshine.â Another kiss to the shell of his ear. âI love you.â
Eliott buries his face in the space between Lucasâ neck and shoulder and he stays there, breathing him in, feeling their hearts beat together. He tries to collect every detail he can about the moment, every sound, every sensation, and he captures them, folding them greedily into his chest. He wants to always be able to remember this exact moment with perfect clarity: when he sat on his bed with the love of his life, ate birthday cake, and felt as loved as sunlight.
âThank you,â he whispers into Lucasâ neck, and it falls short to convey even half of what heâs feeling. âI love you so much,â he tries, and that feels better.
The cake is clumsily deposited on the floor, forks clattering against porcelain, crumbs getting lost in the sheets, and Lucas turns back towards Eliott with a grin, wrapping his arms around his neck and sliding into his lap.
âSo,â he begins, and Eliott guides him, holding onto Lucasâ thighs and smoothing his thumbs over his skin, fingertips catching on the edge of his boxers, âbirthday boy.â He says it with a touch of suggestion that makes Eliott laugh, his hands tightening their hold on his hips. âWhat would you like to do today?â He frees one hand to poke Eliott on the nose. âWeâre still having dinner with your parents tonight, but from now until then,â he leans back on Eliottâs lap, spreading his arms wide, the light catching on the joint of his elbow, the curve of his shoulder peeking out from where Eliottâs shirt gapes open, âthe day is entirely yours.â
Eliott hums, tilting his head to the side.
âWe could go to the botanical gardens,â Lucas suggests. He wobbles on Eliottâs lap and giggles, gripping onto his shoulders to right himself. âWe couldâŚâ He taps his fingers against Eliottâs collarbones. âWe could walk to the park and bring the rest of the cake with us. We could go bookstore-hopping.â Eliott grins at that, remembering when he mentioned it to Lucas weeks ago as something he always wanted to spend an entire day doing, but never had the time. âWe could go to the cinema for a double feature. We could go exploring at La Petite Ceinture. We could look through the old maps at the library. We could get sushi. We could go to the river and watch the boats go by.â
Possibilities and possibilities. All things that are normal, even mundane, but wondrous in the simple realization that somehow, this entire time, Lucas has been collecting a list of Eliottâs favourite things to do. And now, he wants to do all of them. Together.
âYes,â Eliott says, and Lucas laughs, his nose scrunching up.
âYes to what? I said like, six things.â
âYes to all of it.â Eliott slides his hands around Lucasâ lower back, tugging him up on his lap. âI want to do everything with you.â He aches up so he can kiss the hollow of Lucasâ throat.
âOkay,â he says softly, gasping when Eliott kisses his collarbone, nosing into the skin. âWell, then we better get started.â
âLater.â Eliott says. âWeâll go later. Right now, I just want to-â He falls back into the mattress, Lucas following him down with a huff when they land. âI want to stay here,â Eliott says, quietly, like itâs a secret. An entire world to see, and Eliott wants to live in the space between Lucasâ arms. âJust for a little bit.â
Lucas smiles, smoothing his hair off of his forehead. âWhatever you want, sunshine.â
Eliott grins, then rolls them, delighting in the sharp, echoing laugh Lucas lets out at the sudden motion.
âThis,â he says, and Lucas blinks up at him, deep oceans that Eliott sinks into, pressing him into the mattress, pressing their lips together.
This. Just like this, always.
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I Like That (Part 3)
Title: I Like That
Pairing: Erik X BlackFemale!Reader
Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2
summary: just uh....hide your purse aight?
(authorâs note: uh, ...so...um...itâs been a while right? very sorry about that but itâs here now and I already know how iâm ending it so thatâs great. ...this part is written in erikâs pov cause that really helped me break the block i had on it. ...I hope you enjoy it. only one more part to go.)
He knew he had fucked up. She wouldnât even look at him and had scooted as close to her door as she possibly could. He mentally cursed himself and his ego. He wasnât even sure why he had snapped at her so hard. What she said was fundamentally true and she had the right to speak on what she knew first hand, but it must have been the mixture of David, her being so mad at him, and the fact that her blow had hurt that had him acting up.
âY/n, listen.â
âErik, I said shut up.â She said looking down at her nails that were done in a french tip, something she had been doing since grade school. He remembered how her mom thought color was too âgrownâ and that âyoung women should only have French tipped nailsâ. He remembered laughing at her nails in the car when she held them out for him to see, and then he remembered moaning as those same nails wrapped around him.
âIâm sorry, alright.â He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face.
âYouâre always sorry Erik. It never helps anything. Youâre a sorry ass nigga. So what?â She finally looked at him fury and sadness in her brown eyes.
He swallowed his anger at her name calling and looked out of the window to calm down, âListen, I know you fucking hate me, and I donât blame you. I treated you like shit in high school.â
âNo, you treated me worst than shit. You dogged me, Erik. Do you know how it feels to be beaten down by the nigga you thought you were in love with? No you donât because everybody loved you.â Her voice had raised, he could tell that she didnât give a shit about the mixed company they were in.
âY/n.â
âDonât Y/n me. Iâm going to say what I should have been said, Erik. You fucked me in private. Used me like a sex toy and in public I was your verbal punching bag. And you set the tone for everyone else in high school. High school was hell for me.â
âWhat was I supposed to do about it? I was a kid, Y/n. I really feel like youâre overestimating my influence.â
âYou were supposed to stop it, not add on to it.â
âWell Iâm sorry. I truly am. I wasnât perfect back then and Iâm not perfect now and all I can do now is apologize.â
She shook her head, wiping under her eyes quickly. âIt was so long ago, and I havenât thought about it in years. I stopped being your victim a long time ago ErikâŚ.itâs just this reunion has brought up so many memories.â She took a deep breath and exhaled looking at him again. âIâm sorry too. Iâve been acting like a child.â
âYes you have.â He joked, laughing when she shot a scowl his way. âIâm kidding. I understand your anger. I really do. Itâs not right how I treated you, and if any man treated my daughter like that Iâd kill him with my bare hands.â
âYour daughter? You got a child?â She looked surprised.
He smirked, âWhat if I said I did? What would that mean?â
âThat you still havenât learned to use condoms.â She shook her head, running her hand through her hair. She looked surprised, as if that wasnât what she wanted to hear.
He smirked to himself.âIâm kidding. No kids yet. âŚAinât found the right womanâŚâ He looked down her seated frame, biting down on his lip as his gaze settled on her hips and the thigh that had poked out of the slit on the dress. âAnd the woman I want to have my babies donât want me.â
She was pointedly ignoring his blatant staring, choosing instead to scroll through her phone. âWell maybe youâll have luck at the reunion. Remember that girl Monica? Sheâs been asking the facebook group if you were coming.â
He rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, âDonât nobody want Monica. Her breath was stank.â She chuckled and the sound warmed his soul.
The best times he could remember in high school was of her and him chilling in his car outside of her house. She would sneak out the window because her mom didnât allow boys in the house and honestly didnât like him one bit but she would take the chances of being caught outside with him anyway.
They would sit and listen to the radio, singing along with their favorite songs, and roasting the bad songs. They would sling insults back and forth until they ended up not being able to speak from laughing so hard. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
In tough times, she would be a warm shoulder to lean on, saying nothing that might make him close up when he happened to cry. In reverse, he would be there times when her dad would flake on her again or forget her birthday, or when her mom was just being too restrictive.
It was those times he remembered, even more than the sex they shared, those times where she was his best friend. He missed that.
âHer breath did used to be a little tart.â She spoke back looking at him.
âA little? The girl used to exhale and burn off peopleâs eyebrows.â
She laughed then, fully, holding onto her stomach. âYouâre mean.â
âIâm honest.â He looked out the window. They still had about twenty minutes until they made it to the reunion. âSo, where did you meet David?â
She looked at him and shook her head. âUh uh.â
âUh uh? What do you mean uh uh?â
âYou are not fixin to clown my man, okay? No. Iâm not letting it happen.â
âAinât nobody about to clown your man. âŚI mean I didnât know you liked light skinned men but-
âSee youâre already clowning him.â
He shook his head, âNo, I was just joking. Seriously, tell me I want to know.â
She rolled her eyes, âWell if you must know, we met at a conference in Arizona.â
âSo heâs in business?â
âNo, tech actually. He was at the conference networking. At the time he was trying to startup this app, Nozzle. Itâs a app that-
âI know about Nozzle.â Erik actually knew Nozzle pretty well seeing as he had invested some money in the startup a while back trying to get his portfolio up.
However, he didnât remember seeing Davidâs name in the business plan. âSo, heâs still working with Nozzle then?â
âNah, they ousted him. He had a completely different vision than the other two men and they decided to part ways amicably. Â Heâs actually working on a festival idea, kind of like a black Coachella but not like Afropunk or anything. Thatâs why heâs not here right now. He had a meeting to attend with some investors.â
Erik couldnât help but smirk, âA festival?â
âDonât even-â
âI bet its going to be lit. âŚStraightâŚFyre.â
âIâm not talking to you anymore.â She looked out of the window folding her arms again.
âWait, wait. Iâm just kidding.â He pulled one of her arms down, so she wouldnât close up on him again. âSeriously though, he does know a new festival right now, itâs not the move.â
She sighed, âItâs legit though and he has a good plan for it. Nothing too extravagant. Iâve been working it out with him, setting up meetings for him.â
âSetting up meetings for him? You a secretary now?â
âNah, Iâm a good girlfriend. Why shouldnât I help him if I can?â
Erik looked at her and then shrugged, âI mean, I guess. ButâŚjust donât put none of your money in it.â When she didnât say anything, he sighed. âHow much?â
It was her turn to rub the back of her neck, âUhâŚjust 50,000 dollars.â
â50,000 dollars?â
âWe got a loan, so he could have the capital to start moving stuff and showing investors he wasnât coming in empty handed.â
âOh my god, Y/n. The whole reason you get investors is so that you donât have to get loans like that or at least so you can pay off the damn loan. How much has he paid off.â
â10,000.â
âOh my godddd.â Erik wanted to die. He wanted to strangle Y/n, in the most loving way, for being so stupid and then he wanted to kill David. âHeâs fucking scamming you and probably everyone else heâs talked to. Why did he get ousted from Nozzle?â
âI told you because they had different visions-â
âNah, thatâs what that nigga told you.â He pulled out his phone. âSend me a picture of him.â
âWhy?â Erik rolled his eyes and tried hard not to snap at her, âDonât argue with me right now. Send me a picture.â When she pulled out her phone he sighed.
âThis nigga is running your name into the ground and you probably donât even know it.â
âHeâs legit Erik.â The airdrop notification came up on his phone and he accepted it, getting a fairly clear picture of David.
âWeâll see.â He pulled up an app that allowed him to search FBI databases, search engines, wanted ads, and many more places by picture and name.
âWhatâs his name?â
âDavid Johnson.â She had moved closer trying to see what he was doing on his phone. âAre you doing a background check on him?â
âNah, but you should have.â He hit search and the app began trying to match Davidâs photo and name to anything they could.
âI canât believe this. Youâre so fucking smart, Y/n. You graduated summa cum lade and youâre nearly running that firm youâre at. I canât believe that you canât smell a scammer from a mile away.â
âHow do you know all of that?â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
                    Before he could answer his phone dinged, he smirked pressing the article that came up. David Johnson was Gregory Malcolm, the man who was caught misappropriating funds from Nozzle. Who was still wanted by authorities in California, New York, and Georgia.
âIs Davidâs middle name Joanne?â He started looking down at the picture of David being escorted out of a building in handcuffs.
âNoâŚwhy?â
âCause your manâs a fucking scammer.â
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mouth full of white lies {Machine Gun Kelly} 4
4. i wanna know whatâs your quietest feeling
Summary: So youâve met his friends, and now his daughter, whoâs the only other person who knows that this whole thing is a setup. But all she wants is to make sure that youâre not gonna break her dadâs heart; it shouldnât be too hard to convince her that your intentions are good.
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Colson writes. A lot. Youâd noticed it here and there being close to home, being close his studio, heâs buzzing with new ideas. Thereâs a ratty notebook that he keeps in the front pocket of his suitcase, held together by fibers and hope, that seems to be worth itâs weight in gold to him, full of lyrics and ideas that heâs been hoarding for as long as heâs been writing. About ten percent of the book has actually come to fruition, but thatâs not whatâs important about it, itâs that itâs positively brimming with potential as much as it is memories.
Itâs been less than a year since his last album, and heâs made a few songs here and there, but now he writes, when inspiration strikes him, after work, or between takes. Heâs in talks with Motley themselves, apparently, working on a part for one of their songs, rereleasing with the release of the film. For now, he writes, and he hums, and tests out lyrics under his breath.
âThat sounds good,â itâs Sunday morning; heâs up earlier than you, which isnât necessarily an unusual occurrence. Heâs wearing sweatpants, hair curling a little at the ends where heâs letting it air dry, sitting up beside you on the bed. Heâs got his notebook balanced on the one knee heâs got drawn up to him, while the other leg is kicked out in front of him, and heâs humming something while scrolling through his phone. Heâs muttering something, lyrics youâre pretty sure, while something plays from his phone.
He seems a little surprised, like heâs coming out of a trance that the music had put him in, and smiles with an honest sincerity.
You yawn, and wiggle a little beneath the covers to properly face him, face half-smushed into the pillow. For a beat he looks at you like he wants to do something, like he wants to reach out and touch your cheek, trace his thumb across your lip -Â
Wishful thinking. Probably.
âRookâs been working on some stuff; he sent this through last night,â and he tapped away at his phone for a moment, replaying the track on his phone. Itâs an instrumental, beat-heavy and the bones for a solid bop. You nod along to it, and he starts rapping under his breath again.Â
âI think it could be something good,â he sounds quietly hopeful; he doesnât sound like that often.
âOf course itâll be good,â you say around a yawn, and this time he does reach out.Â
âGo back to sleep,â he pinches gently at your cheek, and a warm rush of affection floods through you. Without thinking, you turn to press a quick kiss to his palm, a moment of gentle familiarity, and turn away, to go back to sleep, without thinking to watch for his reaction. You hear a faint, almost disbelieving huff of laughter, before the music starts back up again.
Itâs not long before youâre ingratiated with his friends, whoâve all taken you and Colson in stride. Mostly itâs drinking and smoking and making music and playing video games, so even your initial anxiety is quick to fade.
That first morning, Wednesday, cool but sunny, itâs easy; Rookâs the only one awake when you and Colson arrive. Heâs sitting at the kitchen island, perched on a stool with a pen stuck in his mouth, and a laptop and drum pad machine sitting on the counter, and when you walk in, he gives you a long, evaluative stare, a joint in between his fingers, idle.
âHey man, this is Ducky,â Colson doesnât seem to notice how youâve frozen awkwardly in the doorway, moving past you to start searching the cupboards for food; Rook nods to him, before looking back at him, âDucky, this is my man Rook,â and at that, he holds out his hand for the joint, and Rook passes it over, before looking back at you. You give a little, uncomfortable wave.
âDucky?â He asks, curious rather than hostile, and you let yourself breathe, stepping into the room.
âOr Duck,â you explain, heading to the counter where Colsonâs now wrestling with a packet of Doritos, âor [Y/N].â And you put your bag down, taking the seat beside Rook as Colson passes the joint back to him to get a better handle on the bag.
âTight,â Rook says after a moment, apparently finding something in you that he approves of, because he follows it up by turning the laptop towards you, asking if you were into music. Of course you tell him you are - who isnât? - but you donât have a lot of experience in the production side of things.
âI mean,â you concede briefly, âabout two years ago there was a trend going around on YouTube where you make a diss track about yourself -â Colsonâs entire face lit up.
âYou wrote a diss track about yourself? Donât you do like cutesy vlogs and shit?â He asks, and itâs not meant to sound as unkind as itâs worded, though you still roll your eyes.
âIt pays to be on trend,â you shrug, still a little embarrassed at the memory, âbut it was fun.âÂ
Colson is looks actually impressed, while Rook is still chewing on the end of his pen, typing away frantically. After a beat, Colson turns to him -
âHer channel name is DuckDuckBooth -â
âIâve already found the video,â Rook says with a smile, and you have to hide your face in your hands as they watch with equal parts fondness, and a little bit of second hand embarrassment.
Colson posts to his Instagram story a video of Rook jamming out to your self-diss track, before the camera swings around to see you flipping them both off with a fond smile. Your video is the only sound that can be heard for the full duration of the ten second video -
âToo scared of youâre face on the big, big screen, you think YouTubeâs gonna be more stable / even though you use your bro for views every chance that youâre able. / With all of the time that you spend around sets, they all think youâre a professional stalker / and you spill youâre guts when youâre NDA free; youâve made a career as Hollywoodâs biggest talker. / [As if! Who asked for the Perez Hilton of the production crew?!]â
He tags both you and Rook, and captioned the video with a question: Should we remix Duckyâs self-diss track from 2016? With two options for fans to choose: Yes. or Definitely.
But Rookâs not who your worried about. None of Colsonâs friends really worry you.Â
Casie arrives a week and a half after youâve all moved locations, to see her dad, to meet you, and to sit in on production for about a week.Â
When you finally meet her, her cocked hip and crossed arms reminds you of Colson; sheâs four and a bit feet of skepticism and an unmatched, effortlessly cool energy, and you realise too late that youâre kind of intimidated by an elementary schooler.Â
âIâve seen your videos,â is the first thing she says to you, and you find yourself smiling, bewildered.Â
âCas -â Colsonâs voice holds a note of warning where heâs currently getting his tattoos covered. Heâs standing with his arms out, looking straight ahead while Corey, the key makeup artist, and his team, airbrush and colour correct like their lives depend on it.
âIâm making sure sheâs taking care of you,â Casie, unwavering in both her conviction and her loyalty, shifts her weight to her other foot. âThe drum video was cute.â And youâre not quite sure if itâs a compliment, judging by the cool tone of her voice, but sheâs wearing a slight smile that youâve seen on Colson far too many times to not recognize it. This feels like the first of many tests.
Sheâs adamant that sheâs not someone to be bought, though the thought had barely crossed your mind. When she nods approvingly at your dismissal of the suggestion, you canât help but frown.
âHow many girls have tried to get on her good side by buying her stuff?â You ask Colson quietly, out of Casieâs earshot later that night. For a moment, he looks as close to guilty as youâve ever seen him.
âNot a lot, like one or two maybe; not a lot of girls meet her,â he admitted, âbut the ones that try and buy her gifts and shit, they always turned out to be the worst ones,â and perhaps the guilt intensifies a little more, âsheâs a good kid; always saw that before I could.â
âSheâs a good kid,â you repeated, softer this time, with a faint smile, and when Colson comes back to reality, he gives your shoulder a squeeze.
Sheâs on set a lot for the days that sheâs staying with you all, and when she sees you at work, she appears to warm to you; youâre not sure when you forgot that she was just a child trying to protect her father, but youâre reminded when you see the starry-eyed look sheâs giving the makeup artists.
âHey Corey,â you ask, smiling a little, and the makeup artist who had been in the middle of his lunch looks up from his phone with wide, alert eyes, âcould one of your people give Casie here a little bit of 80s glam?â You ask sweetly, and his expression tuns fond as he nods. Casie turns wide-eyed and a little abashed at request, and murmurs that she doesnât want to be any trouble. Both Corey and yourself wave away her concerns, and Amy, one of the makeup assistants, is more than happy to give the young girl a bit of glitter and gloss to the excited young girl.
Sheâs got glitter on her eyelids, and blush and highlighter adorning her cheeks, and a shiny, clear lip gloss making her smile that little bit brighter by the time the makeup woman is done with her, and Casie is practically glowing.
âHow in the hell,â Colson starts with a grin when she goes to him to show off, âdid I end up with the most stylish kid in the world? Cas, you look like a model.â Pride is radiating off of him in waves, and he pulls out his phone, âbabe, get a picture, she looks so fuckinâ cool,â he enthuses, and if your heart skips a beat as his casual use of a pet-name, youâre enough of a professional not to let it show. Casie is calling him embarrassing, but is still beaming, and with him in full costume and her all made up, the picture you take - heâs standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders, and sheâs got her arms crossed, both of them looking serious and menacing at the camera - you think they might be the coolest people youâve ever met. Certainly one of the most photogenic father/daughter duos youâve ever come across.
âDo not make it your phone background,â Casie presses her embarrassed smile into his shoulder where theyâre reviewing the photo back in his trailer.
âBut Iâm not allowed to post it, and I wanna admire it every day - look at you!â Heâs pointedly zooming in on her stony expression in the photo.
â[Y/N], tell him heâs being ridiculous,â Casie implored you, and you threw your hands up in surrender.
âIâm not allowed to say what is and isnât a ridiculous phone background,â you say automatically, which piques both of their interests, and you immediately regret saying anything.
âBabe,â Colson says, prompting you, and you feel yourself growing flustered, both because youâre going to have to admit that your background is a photo of you two, and that heâs called you that twice in about half an hour. Casieâs amused now, smiling, her arms crossed as she raises her eyebrows at you expectantly. Taking a deep breath, you unlock your phone.
âIâm just trying to be a good girlfriend,â you say, avoiding their gazes as you show them your home screen, and your background; the paparazzi photo of you and Colson beneath the boardwalk.
âIs that how you organise your apps?â Is what Casie has to say, which has Colson snorting with laughter, though when you finally look at him, you see him wearing a weirdly pleased little smile.
âDucky, thatâs weird and adorable -â
âItâs not weird!â You protest, snatching back your phone, flustered, but Casie just rolls her eyes, pulling out her own phone.
âCome here, both of you,â she instructs, sounding terribly put upon by the both of you. You both crowd around her, with only slight confusion. âLook convincing.â She holds up her phone, and you both frown a little.
âWhat?â
âLook convincing,â she insists again, gesturing between the two of you, and finally coming to understand her meaning, Colson gives her an endeared, almost proud look, and you in turn are looking fondly at him. Neither of you have noticed that sheâs already taken the selfie. After a beat, she lowers the phone and starts looking at the few photos sheâd taken, and both you and Colson seem a little surprised at her speed. âDad, Iâll send it to you, you send it to her; you can have a photo of both of us looking cool, and a photo of your âgirlfriendâ,â she explains with implicit air quotes, âand [Y/N], you donât have to have a creepy papâs picture as your background.â She taps away for a moment before swiftly sending the best photo to Colson, âplus youâll match.â
âYouâre a little genius,â you tell her once Colsonâs sent you the photo. Casie beams at you.
âI know.â
And the way youâre smiling in the photo is more than convincing.
[ID: A series of three tweets from @machinegunkelly:
1: Retweeted with the caption âđĽ°đĽ°â, originally posted by @duckduckbooth with no caption:
Two pictures of Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99 holding a golden retriever puppy with an edited caption reading âIâve only known CASIE BAKER for a day and a half but if anything happened to HER I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.â
2: Tweeted:
when me n my girls (my daughter and @duckduckbooth) hang out i realize iâm somehow the least fashionable in the group. when did that happen wtf đłđłÂ
3. Tweeted:
maybe you'll skip to the end and pass all the irrational decisions,
patch up all the passion that was missin'. i think that's enough.
i'm feelin' lovesick.
End ID.]
Maybe itâs that she likes you, maybe sheâs just trying to keep an eye on you to make sure youâve got her dadâs best intentions at heart, but Casie takes it upon herself to almost shadow you while on set, at least when sheâs not with her dad.
âWhatâs your next video going to be?â She asks one afternoon when youâre both waiting for Colson in his trailer as he gets his makeup removed for the day. Sheâs watching a video on her phone and youâre reading emails on yours, and you look up, interested. After a moment, she pauses her video, looking up, looking back at you, âI like your âday in the lifeâ ones.âÂ
âI didnât realise you liked my videos,â you said with faint amusement, and she gives a small smile.
âIâve been binging them,â she admits, and shuffles a little, sitting up further where sheâs reclining on the uncomfortable little sofa, âyour editing is really nice; I liked your Euro-Disney video, it was really pretty.â
âThanks,â you find yourself a little humbled at her compliment, and find yourself musing that youâd like to get back to that style of video, âhey,â you find yourself coming up with an idea, something Colson had said during your first actual date, and with Casie herself now here, it was the perfect opportunity, âdo you wanna be in a video?â
âHello! Hello and welcome back, ducklings! Iâve been feeling rather nostalgic for some of my older content, and was inspired by none other than Miss Casie Baker, so what better day than this beautiful Friday afternoon, to take you all along with Casie, Kells, and I as we head to a boardwalk fair.â
Itâs a short drive to the boardwalk, and once youâre there, itâs almost unbearably cheesy. Rides, candy, you and Colson in competition trying to win a prize for Casie at one of the cheap game booths.
Youâre filming on and off the whole time, getting aesthetic shots, your heart growing warmer with each genuine smile you manage to catch on camera. You take endless candid photos of Colson and Casie, and even though you know you canât be out too late because you and Colson are due on set at eight, you make the most of the time you have.
After an hour and a half, you stop at the food vendor, craving hot chips, and Colson orders, while Casie takes your hand, the two of you hanging back.
"Can we go on the Ferris Wheel?"
"Just a minute kiddo, food's almost ready," Colson tells her over his shoulder, but she tugs at your hand, making her meaning more clear.
"You can catch up, we can go around twice; I wanna talk to [Y/N]," she tells him plainly, and you give her a smile, already acquiescing to her suggestion. Colson makes a noise of gentle protest, but he sees her hand in yours, and the reassuring look you've leveled at him.Â
"Take care of my girl," he tells you with a faux seriousness, and Casie gives a small grin at that.
"I'll protect her with my life," you promise, leaning in to kiss his cheek.Â
"You better," he grinned, tone fond and a little teasing, before assuring that he'd meet you both up there, and you're left wondering what about you screamed 'let's have a serious conversation on a Ferris Wheel' because if it happens again, it goes from a coincidence to a pattern. Casie drops your hand and trots easily through the crowd to the Wheel that had cast the rest of the fair in shadow as the sun set behind it. The ride operator gives you a toothy smile as she secures the door behind the two of you, and Casie links her fingers, resting her elbows on her knees, and her chin on her hands, evaluating you with an inscrutable look. She waits until the basket is about a quarter of the way around before saying anything; for your part, youâre silent, sheâs the one who wanted to speak after all.
âDad doesnât do fake,â she says finally, sitting back, and lets you wonder in silence for a few moments, what that even means, âI know he did, Iâm not blind or deaf, people⌠people talk to me. A lot. About things my dadâs done.â This piece of information has your expression souring - sheâs just a kid - but she doesnât seem bothered by it, she just seems⌠almost confused.
âIâm not going to -â
âI know.â She cuts you off before you can even voice what reassurance you could manage, âIâve gathered that; youâre good. Better than probably any other girl whoâs gotten with him for clout.â
âIâm not -â You try to protest and she does look a little apologetic, but after a moment, you stop yourself, and let her continue, trying to understand where she was coming from.
âI know why he likes you, I get it, you -â she averts her gaze for a moment, suddenly a little embarrassed, âyouâre actually really cool,â she admits, and your heart softens, but you keep quiet, and let her build back up to her bravado, âbut back when his manager had him with like, models and actresses and things, they were all - I mean sometimes they were nice, but they always thought they were better than him, or they just treated him like dirt when people werenât around, so now, dad doesnât do fake.â Itâs said definitively. Youâre at the top of the Ferris Wheel now, stopped for a few moments, and she looks out at the rest of the fair, and then down to the base of the ride, letting herself smile when she spots Colson at the bottom, giving him a wave.Â
Somehow, sitting in this basket in the sky, it feels like a mafia movie, like this little girl is implying sheâll break your kneecaps if you hurt her father. Or sheâs implying something that your heart dare not read into, lest you get your hopes up.
âDad doesnât break his rules for just anyone,â Casie finally sits back up, and thereâs a new, kinder quality about her voice, before it turns young, turns plaintive, and youâre reminded that sheâs just a child looking out for her dad, her hero, âplease donât make him regret it. Heâs a good person, I know what people say but heâs -â
âCasie, I care about him. A lot.â You tell her honestly, gently, and she blinks wide and surprised for a few moments, before her expression turns to almost weirdly pleased, maybe even a little smug.
âGood.â She says with conviction, before looking out at the horizon, âthis would be a nice shot.â
âItâd be nicer with your dad,â you hear yourself saying, and Casie huffs out a laugh that sounds so much like her father, agreeing quietly. When your basket stops at the bottom of the wheel, Colson flashes his ride wristband to the kid operating it, and he slides into the seat beside you. Casieâs still smiling as she takes a chip from where he offered them.
âNice chat?â He asks, and offers you the chips too.Â
âI like her,â Casie announces, and you grin to yourself, âdad, I love you, but youâd better treat Duck right; weâre friends now.â Which sets Colson off laughing, and you turn on your camera.
âYou were meant to be on my side,â he laughs, and Casie shrugs.
âI am, Iâm on both your sides.â
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all the perfect things (that i doubt)
SUMMARY: Zelena is defeated and Emma returns to her quiet life in New York with Henry, leaving Killian brokenhearted and her feelings for him unresolved. Three years later they meet again and quite a lot has changedâbut will these changes push them further apart or help them find their way back to each other?
Canon divergence with no time-travel adventure.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ohmightydevviepuu! You are brilliant and amazing and a fantastic writer and a kind friend, and so to honour the anniversary of your birth I have attempted to fill this VERY LONG one-shot with all the things you like best. Thereâs angst and second-chance romance and people needing to sort their shit out before finding their way back to each other and angst and emotions and erotica and did I mention angst? Thereâs also Tinkerhook and Captain Cobra (implied, but very much there) and oh yeah itâs a 3B divergence. AND the title comes from a song! Iâll Be Good by Jaymes Young, which is just about the most Killian thing to ever Jones. I hope that it leaves your boxes thoroughly ticked.Â
Much gratefulness to @thisonesatelliteâ and @katie-dubâ for invaluable suggestions and encouragement â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Rated: M
Words: 20k
Tags: canon divergence, angst, smut, angst with a happy ending, minor mentions of suicidal thoughts
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all the perfect things (that i doubt)
Emma parked her bug in front of the red brick row house and got out, hiking her tight skirt inelegantly as she did and teetering a bit on her towering heels as she climbed the steps to the small porch. She went inside and shut the door behind her, then leaned back against it with a small sigh. It was weird being back in Boston after three years in New Yorkâfour, really, if you counted the year she and Henry had spent there without their memoriesâand she hadnât quite adjusted yet. New York was pretty much home now, or at least thatâs what she regularly told herself, and Boston was⌠wellâŚ
Boston didnât feel like home but it did feel familiar, the uncomfortable familiarity of somethingâor someoneâthat knew her far better than she wanted them to. Emma didnât like places that knew her too well any more than she liked people who did. It was one of the reasons sheâd chosen to sublet a place in Brooklineâthat and the generous relocation allowance her bail-bonds firm was payingâand even though she had to drive into the city every day to help set up the firmâs new Boston branch, coming home every night to a place that wasnât technically Boston offered at least a small respite.Â
She hung her keys on a hook by the door and kicked off her heels, flexing her toes in relief. It was only a six month placement, she reminded herself. Six months to get the new office up and running, then she could go back to New York and be comfortably anonymous again.Â
âMom, is that you?â Henryâs voice called and Emma grinned, following the sound into the living room.Â
âWere you expecting someone else?â she teased, collapsing onto the sofa next to her son and putting her feet up on the coffee table. âHow was the first day at the new school?âÂ
Henry closed the book heâd been reading and turned to her, his face lit up with excitement. âFine, fine, the schoolâs good and kids seem cool, but Mom! Youâll never guess.â He bounced in his seat, almost vibrating with eagerness. Even at fifteen Henry hadnât lost the enthusiastic nature sheâd found so hard to resist in the ten-year-old whoâd first come to find her in this city. Despite his occasional bouts of teenage sullenness.Â
âGuess what?â she asked, smiling at him.Â
âGuess who my astronomy teacher is.âÂ
âYouâre taking astronomy?âÂ
âI need a science and itâs better than chemistry.âÂ
âWell, thatâs true.âÂ
âItâs also not important,â said Henry, impatiently refocusing the conversation back to his question. âGuess who my teacher is! You never will!âÂ
âUm, Carl Sagan?â
âMom, heâs dead!âÂ
âOh.â Dammit, thought Emma. Sheâd been pleased with herself for managing to come up with the name. âUm, whoâs the other guy? Neil something Tyson?âÂ
âNeil deGrasse Tyson, and no, come on, youâre not even trying.âÂ
Emma sighed. âHenry, I genuinely have no idea. Why donât you just tell me?âÂ
âItâs Hook!âÂ
âHooâwhat?â Emma stared at him as her heart stumbled then began to pound. He couldnât possibly mean Hook Hook, could he?
âCaptain Hook!â Henry confirmed, and Emmaâs heart took off at a gallop. âHe calls himself Killian Jones of course and he doesnât wear the hook anymore but itâs still definitely him! I couldnât believe it!âÂ
âBut I thoughtâŚâ She took a deep breath to calm herself. âIsnât he living in Storybrooke?âÂ
âThatâs what I said! I mean, Iâve never seen him there but I just kind of assumed. But he said no, heâs lived in Boston almost three years!âÂ
âYouâyou talked to him?â Breathe, Emma.
âWell, yeah.â Henry shrugged. âIt would have been rude not to. He didnât exactly seem thrilled to see me, but he was nice. He said not to expect any special treatment in class though if I remembered what he taught me about using the sextant that one time it would be helpful. I mostly remember, soâŚâÂ
Henry chattered on and Emma tried her best to listen but her mind couldnât focus. She felt breathless and chaotic, buzzing with confusion and with a strange eager excitement. Hook is here, was all she could think. Here. Here in Boston. Where she was. Here. Close by. Possibly very close. Her heart felt like it was trying to escape her chest, and she pressed the heel of her hand against it.
He was Henryâs teacher. Hook was a teacher. She tried to imagine that and found to her surprise that it wasnât actually all that difficult. Obviously he wouldnât wear his pirate coat in the classroom like in the image her frazzled brain insisted on conjuring, but heâd always been so good with Henry, she could easily imagine him teaching other kids. Â
And heâs here, her brain kept reminding her. Here. Where you are. You can see him. You can see him. You can see himâŚ
ââŚand heâs actually a really good teacher, he explains things so well.â Henry was still talking. âHe says he teaches math too, Iâm actually thinking I might try doing pre-calc with him, you know I wasnât going to take that until we got back to New York, but I think he might be able to help me, andâŚâ
âThatâs great, kid.â Emma felt bad interrupting him when he was so excited but she couldnât handle any more talking about Hook or thinking about Hook teaching Henry or about him talking to Henry or really just any thinking about Hook at all. âWhat do you want for dinner?âÂ
Henryâs eyes lit with a different sort of enthusiasm and Emma hid a grin. How to distract a teenage boy 101: Offer him food, she thought.
âPizza from Dinoâs,â said Henry decisively. âBut since thatâs not possible, how about something Boston-y that we canât get in New York?âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
âHow should I know, Iâve only been here once. Youâre the one who used to live here.âÂ
âUm, baked beans? Clam chowder? Lobster roll?âÂ
âPah,â he scoffed. âI can get lobster rolls in Maine.âÂ
âWell, how about clam chowder then?â
Henry looked dubious. âOkay,â he said. âIâm willing to try new stuff while weâre here. But if itâs gross, it goes on the list forever. Deal?âÂ
Emma laughed. âDeal.âÂ
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Later that night when Emma finally gave up after hours of tossing and turning in her bed, kicked off the covers and went to her laptop, she knew what she was going to do. She didnât exactly like it, but she knew it, and as she opened the website for Henryâs school she didnât hesitate. She clicked on âStaff Directoryâ and scrolled through the list of teachersâ names and then she caught her breath.Â
It wasnât that she hadnât believed Henry, just that in the first flush of shock at hearing his name again she hadnât really been able to process the reality of Hook being here, in Boston, in a normal place with a normal job and presumably a normal life. Not until she actually saw his name, right there on the screen, with her own eyes.Â
Killian Jones. Mathematics and Astronomy. Latin Club. Debate Team.
With slightly trembling fingers she clicked on it, releasing the breath sheâd been holding and gasping in another immediately after as her heart stumbled once more and began to pound against her ribs. The picture was in black and white and tiny, just a thumbnail, but it was unmistakably him. Still with the scruff though his hair looked neater, no eyeliner of course but heâd kept the earringâa small stud barely visible in the tiny photo. And somehow, somehow he still had that look in his eye⌠the one that promised excitement and adventure and fun⌠Emma squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head to clear it. When she opened them again the look was still there. His students must love him, she thought. What kid wouldnât want a pirate as their teacher?
She closed the schoolâs website and opened the professional one she used to dig up information on her skips. Using it to investigate anyone else was unethical enough that she could be fired for doing it but she was prepared to take the risk. He was teaching her son, she told herself. She had information about him that the school district did not. She had to make sure he wasnât still doing⌠pirate-y stuff. Yeah, that was it. That was the reason. Â
Ten minutes later she had his home address and cell number, his personal email and links to his social media accounts. Or rather, his account. Singular. He didnât have Facebook or Twitter, which wasnât particularly surprising she supposed, but he did have Instagram. She clicked on the link and a small smile curved her lips as her screen filled with images of the Massachusetts coastline.
He liked to take pictures of the sea. This was also unsurprising. But although various boats and ships featured prominently in many of his photos none of them were the Jolly Roger, and that did surprise her. What had he done with his ship, she wondered. Probably left it in Storybrooke; it wasnât like he could sail a pirate ship around Boston harbour. Though he had sailed it to New York⌠She frowned. Hook loved that ship, it had been his home for literal centuries. Emma couldnât imagine him just leaving the Jolly and moving someplace else.Â
It was just⌠weird, the whole freaking thing. Hookâs presence here, his job, the quiet life he seemed to be living, his absent ship. It was a mystery, and mysteries had never sat well with Emma. Before she could talk herself out of it she copied his home address and pasted it into Google Maps, and when the results appeared on the screen she gave a wry snort. He lived a few blocks away from her sublet. Because of course he did.Â
Good, she thought. It was good that he lived so close. That way, when she went to his house to confront him tomorrow sheâd be able to walk there and pick up some dinner on the way home.Â
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Hook, as it turned out, lived in a very nice house on a very nice street in a very nice neighbourhood. A very nice neighbourhood, Emma thought, looking around as she strolled down the sidewalk trying to look casual and not as out of place as she definitely felt. Quiet and well-kept, with tall trees and flowers and carefully tended lawns. Not at all the kind of place youâd expect would appeal to a fairy tale pirate.Â
His house was made of red brick in a sharp and tidy style, with white-framed windows and black shutters and a white portico with actual freaking columns at the top of the red brick steps. It was completely bizarre to think of him living there but also made an odd kind of sense. The houseâs unfussy symmetry and clean colours gave it a nautical sort of air, and aside from a few shrubs on either side of the porch the lawn was neatly kept but bare. Heâd always kept things neat, she remembered.Â
 Emmaâs heart was galloping again, her hand trembling as she rang the bell. She could hear it echo through the house and panic gripped her chest, and she wondered wildly if it was too late to turn around and run away. Then the door swung open and her mind went blank.Â
His eyes were exactly as she remembered them, as blue as the ocean he so loved and just as deep, their expression shuttered now but still compelling. Still beautiful. They stared at each other for a breathless moment as she scrambled to think of something, anything to say to him, then he stepped back and held the door open.Â
âCome in, Swan,â he said, and her heart beat even faster at the sound of her name in his voice, âIâve been expecting you.âÂ
âYouâyou have?âÂ
âAye.â He smiled wryly. âEver since Henry appeared in my class yesterday. I knew your curiosity wouldnât allow you to stay away for long.âÂ
He ushered her into a living room that was as tidy as his cabin on the Jolly Roger had been, with broad-planked hardwood floors and one wall lined with bookshelves. A large, comfortable-looking sofa sat at the centre of the room and Killian gestured to it. âHave a seat. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, tea, beer?âÂ
âBeer.â Emma latched on to the idea of alcohol like a lifeline. âI think I could use one.âÂ
âAye,â he replied. âAs could I.âÂ
He disappeared through a door in the corner of the room as Emma sank weakly onto the sofa and tried to calm her frantic heartbeat. A minute or two later Hook returned with two brown bottles, handed one to her then sat on the opposite side of the sofa and took a long drink from the other. Emma drank as well, surreptitiously studying him from the corner of her eye as she did.Â
He was wearing jeans. Well-worn, soft looking ones. And a t-shirt in a similar condition with âBoston Collegeâ across the front in faded letters.Â
âBoston College,â she blurted, desperate to fill the stretching silence.Â
âPardon?âÂ
âYour shirt. Boston College.âÂ
âOh, aye.â He looked down and shrugged. âWhere I studied.âÂ
âButâyou didnât,â said Emma, feeling thoroughly off-kilter. âYou couldnât have. Did you?âÂ
âObviously I didnât,â he replied. âBut I have both memories and official documentation that says otherwise. Courtesy of Tink.âÂ
âTink?â Emma frowned, both at his words and the nasty tendril of jealousy that curled in her gut.Â
âIndeed. She gave me what I needed to start a new life in this realm. Much as Regina once did for you.âÂ
âButâRegina did that for me as part of a curse. How did Tink⌠for you..?âÂ
He shrugged again. âDamned if I know. I try not to ask too many questions where magic is concerned. We⌠rekindled our old companionship after you left. She knew I wanted to leave Storybrooke and once her magic was fully restored she offered to help me do that. The results are as you see. She gave me what she said was the same realm-specific knowledge Regina gave the Storybrooke residents she cursed, along with an identity and accompanying memories so I could get a job outside of Storybrooke.âÂ
âButââ Emmaâs head was spinning, the jealous tendril writhing like a snake. âWhy did you want a job outside of Storybrooke?âÂ
âThereâs nothing for me in that town,â he replied, in echo of the last time theyâd sat like this, drinking together. âWhy would I stay?âÂ
âWell⌠I meanâŚâÂ
He drank again, deeply, and she tried not to watch his throat work as he did. âI saw an opportunity for a fresh start in a new place,â he said. âOne that thinks Captain Hook is an object of ridicule with a perm and a waxed moustache.â He smirked wryly though anger flared in his eyes.Â
âYou saw that, did you?âÂ
âAnd read the book.â He drank again. âAnd as much as I may like to wring the neck of this J.M. Barrie, he did in a roundabout way afford me the chance to slip unnoticed into this realm and become someone new. And so I did.âÂ
âIâll say you did. A high school teacher?âÂ
âAnd why not?â he challenged. âYouâve said yourself Iâm good with children. And I enjoy it. Itâs honest work, and rewarding.âÂ
Emma shook her head, struggling to get to grips with everything he was saying and everything she was seeing in him. He looked so familiar; even with the drastic wardrobe change his face and his hair and his voice were all just as she remembered. But he was different. A kind of different that couldnât be explained away by the knowledge Tink had given him or his new life. His face and eyes were so expressionless, his body language cool and distant. She couldnât detect event the smallest hint of the flirtatious pirate who used to invade her space whenever he could, always challenging her, always understanding her, always watching her with that unnervingly intense focusâlike he wanted to uncover every inch of her. That man seemed so thoroughly absent from the one now sitting opposite her that for a moment Emma wondered if she had imagined him.
âWell, you seem to be good at it,â she said brightly. âHenry canât say enough good things about your class. Heâs thinking of taking another one with you, actually. Pre-calculus.âÂ
âAye. Iâve already approved his request. Heâll start tomorrow.âÂ
âSo are you as good a math teacher as you are an astronomy one?â She made her voice light, teasing, edging into flirtatious, hoping to draw out the pirateâeven just a brief glimpse of him, just for a moment. Hookâs face remained impassive. Â
âI do my job to the best of my ability in every class I teach,â he replied, then drained the last of his beer and set the empty bottle on the sea chest in front of the sofa. Emma sipped hers, feeling cold and confused and with a sharp ache of loss in her chest. Â
Hook leaned back against the arm of the sofa and gave her a hard look. âSo is your curiosity appeased, then, Swan?â he asked. âDo I pass muster? May I be allowed to continue with my job and my life?âÂ
She frowned, hurt by the harsh sarcasm in his tone. âI didnât come here toâto investigate you,â she said, forgetting that this was the exact excuse sheâd given herself for her visit. âI just wanted to see you.â Iâve missed you, she did not say. I thought maybe youâd missed me too.Â
âAnd now you have,â he replied. âIs that all?âÂ
âIâI guess so.â Emma put her own beer on the table though the bottle was still mostly full. âI guess Iâll be going.âÂ
âIâll see you out.âÂ
He could sound less eager about it, she thought, following him to the door. He opened it for her and she looked at him again, at this man so familiar and yet so strange, and realised that even though he was standing right in front of her she still missed him. She missed him.Â
On impulse she leaned in close and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek. His scruff was surprisingly soft beneath her lips and she heard him catch his breath, felt him flinch as if to hug her in return then stop himself. She lingered as long as she dared before stepping back, and when she looked into his eyes again she caught her own breath.Â
There was the heat sheâd started to think she had imagined. Heat and longing and that edge of danger that even a black and white thumbnail photo couldnât disguise. In that split second he looked like he wanted to devour her, his breath hot on her cheek as he leaned closer, his eyes blazing with everything she had missed about her pirate.Â
Then he blinked and his eyes were shuttered again. He grabbed her arms roughly, pulling them from around his waist and shoving her away, towards the open door. âWell, thanks for stopping by, Swan,â he said, not looking at her. âSo nice to see you again. Tell Henry I said hello and not to forget his astronomy homework. Goodbye.â He shut the door behind her and she heard the click of the lock turning.
She fought the urge to cry all the way home.Â
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Killian leaned back against his front door and slowly slid down it, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head drop into his shaking hand. Tremors racked his body and his chest was so tight he struggled to draw in gasping breaths.Â
Three years. Three years since sheâd left Storybrooke, left him, returned to the life sheâd had when she couldnât remember him and never looked back. Three years since sheâd shattered his heart.Â
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he thought bitterly, she walks into mine. He should have taken that job in Montana instead. Emma would surely never show up there.Â
Of course, he hadnât thought sheâd show up here either, not in this city sheâd already lived in and left. Emma wasnât the sort of person to go back to placesâor peopleâsheâd put behind her. Heâd thought he was safe here.Â
It seemed heâd thought a lot of things that werenât actually true. That he could withstand seeing her again, for one. That he was prepared. Heâd coached himself, steeled himself, buried his feelings deep and locked them away. And all it took was one brief press of her body against his, one gentle brush of her lips across his cheek to break right through his carefully constructed defences and reduce them to dust.Â
Tears prickled behind his eyes and he blinked them angrily away. He would not weep over Emma Swan, he told himself firmly, not again. Not today. Instead he would pull himself together again just as he had in Storybrooke, as he did every time thoughts of her overwhelmed him, and he would get on with his life. Now that sheâd seen him surely her curiosity would be assuaged and she wouldnât return. He could find his peace again.Â
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The next morning Killian walked to work, a thing he did as often as possible. It wasnât that he disliked driving, quite the contrary in fact. Cars, in keeping with many of the mechanical innovations of this realm, fascinated him, and aside from his house his car was the one possession in which he had truly indulged.Â
In the staid upper-middle-class neighbourhood where he lived his sleek gunmetal-grey Aston Martin was almost acceptable, not outrageous enough to give his neighbours anything to actually complain about but more than sufficient to irk them in a way they couldnât quite articulate when he zipped along their tree-lined streets with the top down. Had they known that the money heâd used to buy it was ill-gotten pirate treasure magically converted into the currency of their realm, they would have been even more displeased. The thought of that delighted Killian nearly as much as the car herself.Â
And his car did delight him; the powerful hum of her engine and the way she responded to the smallest twitch of her wheel was the closest thing heâd yet found in this world to standing at the helm of the Jolly Roger in full sail. Heâd purposely chosen a convertible for the feel of the wind through his hair, and as often as possible he took her out of the city, driving far too fast along quiet country roads and almost hoping the local police would catch him doing it.Â
Once a pirate always a pirate, at least in some small ways.Â
But still he preferred to walk to work. Idling in traffic was an insult to his car and a waste of her skills and anyway the walk was not a long oneâhardly more than a good stretch of the legs, as Liam would have said. It took him barely twenty minutes along the shortest route and less than half an hour even if he stopped for coffee first. Â
That morning, he stopped for coffee. Heâd not slept well, too plagued by thoughts of Emma and then by dreams of her to manage any real rest. His eyes felt gritty and his head ached, and though the walk in the brisk morning air cleared some of the cobwebs from his brain it hadnât made much of a dent in anything else.Â
He ordered his usual black coffee and a not-so-usual blueberry muffin. The intense sweetness of breakfast foods in this realm he didnât generally care for but this morning he needed a boost of something and sugar seemed as good a thing as any, despite the inevitable mid-morning crash it would bring. There were always donuts in the staff room, perhaps later heâd finally give one of those a try. Anything to get him through this day.Â
He took his coffee and the bag with the muffin from the barista with the best approximation of a smile that he could manage and wished her a good day. She blushed.Â
âThank you, sir,â she said, and Killian shook his head as he turned to go. When had it come to pass that he, the erstwhile Captain Hook, was referred to as âsirâ by sweet and blushing young women? Probably right about the time heâd stopped calling himself Captain Hook.Â
Still, the blush and her shy smile brightened his mood and he was just thinking that perhaps this day might not end as dreadfully as it had begun when he walked through the cafeâs outer door and straight into Emma.Â
Coffee sloshed from his cup and onto his hand and he barely managed not to drop it or his muffin as he caught her around the waist with his prosthetic before she could fall, hissing in a breath at the feel of her pressed against him for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. She gave a small cry and grabbed his shoulders for balance, her eyes wide and startled.Â
âHook!â she gasped.Â
âKillian,â he snarled, using the arm around her waist to steer her out of the path of the other people trying to get into the cafe. âIâd prefer it if you didnât use that name anymore, particularly not in public,â he hissed, low for her ears only.Â
âWhat, you think someoneâs going to recognise you?â She smirked. âYou donât have enough hair for that.âÂ
âThis isnât a joke, Swan,â he said harshly. âIâve left that man and his name behind me, and I donât particularly care to be reminded of them.â Her fingers flexed on his shoulders and with a start he realised that they were still standing close together, his arm tight around her waist. He released her and stepped back so abruptly she stumbled, and cleared his throat before he spoke again. âWhat are you doing here, anyway?â he asked, though he had a terrible suspicion he already knew the answer.Â
âGetting coffee,â she replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âThis place was recommended in all the neighbourhood guides.âÂ
Neighbourhood bloody guides. âSo you live nearby, then,â he said through gritted teeth.Â
âYep. About three blocks that way.â She gestured vaguely behind her. âIâm working in Boston, though. Setting up a new office of my bail bonds firm. What about you?âÂ
âYou know where I live.âÂ
âYeah, but I mean are you headed to work already? Isnât it a bit early?âÂ
âThe school day begins at 7.30, Swan, as I would expect you to know, being the parent of one of my students,â he said shortly. âAnd I am now officially running late. If youâll excuse me.â He turned to go.Â
âKillian.â Emma caught his arm and he flinched, both from the feel of her hand on him and the way she said his name.Â
âWhat?â he snapped.Â
âCan weâlook, canât we justââÂ
âSpit it out, love.â He risked a glance at her, his fingers tightening on the muffin bag as their eyes met.Â
âCanât we be friends?â she burst out. âPlease?â
 He stared at her for an incredulous moment and then the fury heâd been so carefully holding back exploded in his chest. He rounded on her, backing her up against the fence of the cafeâs outdoor seating area, keeping his voice low so as not to draw attention, spitting the words in her ear.Â
âNo, Swan, we cannot be friends,â he hissed. âWe have never been friends.âÂ
It was far too tame a word, he thought, too tame a concept to ever encompass the complex tangle of emotions that Emma inspired in him. They had always been both more than friends and a good deal less, and as far as Killian was concerned sheâd thrown away the more when she turned her back on him three years ago. The less was all that remained.Â
They were standing much too close again, close enough that he could see the flecks of gold in her eyes and hear the rasp in her breath and he was so tempted, so bloody tempted to give in. To agree to be her friend and anything else she wanted, to accept whatever scraps of affection and attention she was willing to spare him and be grateful for them. But heâd accepted those terms before and they had all but broken him.Â
With a massive effort he reined in his anger and stepped back, drawing a deep breath to calm himself. âAs it appears that we are neighbours of a sort, I donât doubt weâll see each other around,â he said. âWhen that happens I will nod politely to you and exchange pleasantries about the weather and Henryâs progress in school and perhaps the latest performances of Bostonâs various sports teams. Beyond that I canât imagine that we would have anything to discuss.âÂ
He spun on his heel and stalked away, leaving her leaning against the fence, trembling and once more on the verge of tears. She stared at the door of the cafe for a long moment before turning away, no longer hungry but with an aching emptiness inside her that she had no idea how to fill.Â
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As he had predicted, Emma ran into Killian everywhere she went, or at least thatâs how it felt. After their third encounter at the cafeâeach at a different timeâsheâd started arriving early and lurking in her car until she saw him leave before venturing in herself. Even with that precaution she still spotted him at the grocery store and at the bank, and at the only pizza place in town Henry deemed acceptable as a temporary stand-in for Dinoâs. He was everywhere she turned, nodding civilly at her each time they met and making a bland remark, his face and eyes so expressionless it made her want to claw at something. Preferably at him.Â
Finally after two awkward weeks Emma found a welcome distraction, a temporary one but at least it was something to take her mind off Killian for one night: a skip that was a perfect target for a honey trap of the kind she hadnât pulled in far too long. Anticipation buzzed in her veins as she approached the restaurant where they were set to meet, a swankier one than she usually preferred for these sorts of things but the skip was a banker who was clearly out to impress.Â
Emma was out to impress too, in a dark red strapless dress that hugged every curve and heels that made her legs look endless. Her hair was perfectly curled and her makeup on point, and she flashed a smile at the doorman as she strode in, feeling slightly reckless and more confident than she had in some time, and completely failing to notice the woman standing just inside the doors until sheâd bumped into her.Â
âOh, sorry!â she said, catching the womanâs arm as she stumbled. âI wasnât watching where I was going.âÂ
âNo problem,â replied the woman with an apologetic laugh. âI probably shouldnât be standing in the doorway, but my boyfriendâs running late which is really not like him, and Iâm not entirely sure what to do with myself while I wait.âÂ
She was a very pretty woman in a wholesome sort of way, with golden brown hair and dark blue eyes, and a warm smile that Emma couldnât help responding to.Â
âWell I hope he turns up soon,â she said, smiling back.Â
âIâm sure he will,â replied the woman. âHave a great night!âÂ
âYou too.âÂ
The skip was waiting for her at the bar, with a martini for himself and a glass of white wine for her. Emma ground her teeth behind a brilliant smile. Men who ordered for women without consulting them were the worst kind of assholes. She was going to enjoy nailing this fuckerâs balls to the wall.Â
âWhite wine!â she exclaimed, settling gracefully onto the barstool next to him and crossing her legs, making sure a generous portion of thigh was on display. âHowâd you know?â
âI know what the ladies like,â he replied with a smirk he probably thought was charming.Â
âYou sure do.â Emma picked up the wine glass and took a sip, not missing the way his eyes lingered on her mouth as she did. She set the glass down and ran her fingertip along its rim, looking up at the skip through lowered eyelashes. âSo tell me about yourself,â she cooed.Â
âWell, I work for the biggest bank in the cityâŚâ he began, and Emma widened her eyes in feigned interest. From the corner of one of them she caught sight of the woman from earlier approaching a small table not far from the bar, accompanied by a dark-haired man who had his hand at the small of her back and was leaning down to whisper in her ear. Emma smiled to herself, glad that the womanâs boyfriend had finally showed, and then she got a good look at him.Â
Killian.Â
Emmaâs heart stumbled and she froze, her eyes fixed on the couple as they arrived at their table. The woman was holding a pink rose, sniffing it with a soft smile as Killian pulled out her chair for her and kissed her cheek as she settled into it. He spoke a few words to the hovering waiter who nodded eagerly and scurried away, then sat down next to the woman and took her hand, lacing their fingers together and murmuring something that had her blushing and sniffing the rose again.Â
My boyfriendâs running late⌠my boyfriend⌠boyfriend⌠the womanâs words rang in Emmaâs ears as she watched them. They looked comfortable together but still with an undercurrent of excitement, like the relationship was new but not too new. Killian must have been dating this woman for at least a few months. Long enough for her to know that it wasnât like him to be late, and not to feel insecure when he was. Long enough for her to casually call him her boyfriend.Â
The waiter reappeared with a bottle of wine and a small vase for the rose. The woman laughed when he set it down in front of her and the look she gave Killian made Emmaâs heart ache. The waiter poured their wine and they clinked their glasses together, then settled into what appeared to be easy and pleasant conversation.Â
Killian looked⌠not precisely happy, Emma thought. But he looked content. Relaxed and at ease in a way sheâd never seen him be before. He smiled often as the woman spoke and there was no flirtation in it, no smirk or leer or defensiveness. Just simple smiles from a man enjoying the company of his date.Â
âHey,â said the skip, snapping his fingers in front of her face. âYouâre not even listening to me.âÂ
âSorry.â Emma dragged her eyes away from Killian and tried to focus on her mark. She needed to stay sharp to spot the moment when she could jump in and cuff him with the least amount of fuss. It would be better if she could get him outside first; he looked like a runner and although sheâd taken the precaution of clamping his car she didnât really want to cause a commotion in a restaurant this nice. He started in again boasting about his job and she did her best to appear attentive but she couldnât keep her eyes from darting back to Killian. That woman had seemed so nice, sweet and friendly and she didnât even know who he was, thought Emma with a burst of anger. She didnât know anything about him, not about his past and the terrible things heâd done⌠or about the losses heâd suffered⌠the way he could read her like an open book⌠how he used to look at her⌠the way he kissedâŚ
Oh she knows exactly how he kisses, whispered a nasty little voice in the back of her head. And a lot more. Â
Emma snarled at that thought, clenching her fist on her wine glass so hard that the stem snapped and its jagged point sank deep into her palm.Â
âOw!â she cried, loudly enough that several people at the neighbouring tables turned to stare. She didnât look at Killianâshe couldnâtâbut she could sense his eyes on her and for a crazy moment she wished she still had magic and could disappear in a puff of smoke.Â
âWhat the hell,â said the skip, glaring at her. âWhat is wrong with you?âÂ
âNothing! I justâit just broke.âÂ
âYouâre bleeding everywhere.â His lip curled in disgust but he made no move to help her.Â
âSorry,â she said. âIâIâm sorry.âÂ
âFuck this,â said the skip, tossing back the rest of his drink and standing up. âYouâre really hot but no lay is worth this much effort.â He tossed some money on the bar and walked away.Â
âNoâwait!â Emma tried to follow but as soon as she stood up a jolt of pain shot through her hand and made her woozy. Her wound was bleeding profusely now, dripping into the spill of white wine on the bar and turning it pink. The bartender was frantically trying to mop up the mess with one hand and waving a handful of cocktail napkins at Emma with the other.Â
âMaâamâŚâ he said faintly, âplease donât bleed on the upholsteryâŚâ Emma took the napkins and tried again to pursue the skip. She squeezed the paper against her palm in an attempt to stop the bleeding but her wound twinged agonisingly under the pressure and she stumbled, crying out again, and then a warm hand gripped her elbow.Â
âSwan,â said Killianâs voice in her ear. âLet him go.âÂ
âNoâheâs a skipâheâll get awayââÂ
âYou canât chase him down with a bleeding puncture wound on your hand,â said Killian impatiently. âLet him go. Youâll get him another day.âÂ
Emma looked up at him, her head spinning from the combined effects of pain and blood loss, and his touch on her skin. He eased her back onto the barstool and she didnât protest, sitting quietly as he took the napkins and dipped them into a glass of water he must have brought from his own table. Cradling her hand in his prosthetic one he gently dabbed the blood from her wound, easing out a tiny shard of glass that had been lodged within it.Â
âYou should get this seen to properly,â he said, his voice deep and gruff. âBut I suppose you wonât.âÂ
âI hate doctors.âÂ
âVery understandable, but it might get infected. At least wash it well when you get home.âÂ
âIn rum?â she challenged, hoping to rile him. He didnât look up.Â
âNo need,â he said. âA good antibacterial soap should do the trick.âÂ
He finished rinsing the wound and set the used cocktail napkins aside, pulling a large cloth one from his pocket. She caught her breath as he wrapped it several times around her hand and secured the ends in a tight knot. His new prosthetic moved, she noted vaguely. Much more useful than a hook. No need to use his teeth.Â
âThere,â he said, stepping back. âThat should do it.âÂ
Emmaâs chest was aching, her mind whirling with how familiar and yet how strange this felt. Never, in all the times sheâd thought of him over the past three years, not once had she imagined a situation in which Killian Jones didnât flirt with her. Didnât challenge her. Didnât even fucking look at her. Flirty Hook she could handle, and cocky Hook. Even hot as fuck Hook breathless and wrecked after their kiss in Neverland she could handle. But this calm and controlled man who bandaged her hand without once looking at her face, this man she absolutely could not. She had no idea even what to say to him.
âI guess you think I should thank you,â she snapped. Her pain and confusion were too raw, too much for her to process right now. Anger was easier. It was hot and clean and she had more than enough to spare.Â
Anger flashed across Killianâs face as well and she felt a perverse thrill at the sight of it. Good, she thought, he should be angry. She wanted to make him furious.Â
âDonât trouble yourself,â he snarled. âI have no need of any gratitude from you.â Â
She hissed in a breath sharp with hurt and they glared at each other, the air thickening with the tension between them, brittle and volatile and unbearable. Â
âKillian,â said a small, quiet voice, and they both turned to see the woman standing awkwardly a few feet away, twisting her hands together. âIâve paid the bill,â she said. âIâIâm going to go.âÂ
The anger drained from Killianâs face, replaced by regret and guilt and a deep sorrow that made Emma feel ashamed. âAye,â he said. âIâll accompany you.âÂ
For a moment Emma thought the woman would refuse, but then she gave a small nod. Killian offered her his arm and she slid hers through it, and they left the restaurant together, not looking back.Â
Emma shifted uncomfortably, feeling as if a million eyes were watching her. She swept the room with a defiant glare and as soon as Killian and the woman disappeared through the doors she headed towards them herself. With any luck sheâd still be able to catch the skip before he could get the clamp off his car. She hoped so. She hoped he ran when she confronted him. She hoped he fought back and gave her an excuse to punch him in his stupid smug fucking face.
âŚ
Killian dropped Anabel at her door with a kiss on the cheek and an apologetic smile, hating himself for the hurt confusion in her eyes.Â
âIâll call you tomorrow,â he said, squeezing her hand. She gripped his fingers hard.Â
âWho is she?â she whispered.Â
Guilt stabbed at him, followed by suffocating regret. He genuinely and deeply cared for Anabel, and heâd tried so bloody hard to be happy with her. He was almost happy, as close as he could remember being for the best part of three centuries, and so naturally heâd gone and buggered it the first chance he got. One glimpse of Emma pale and bleeding had wiped Anabel and his hard-won contentment and every other bloody thing clean out of his mind, and he had acted without a thought for anyone but her.Â
âSomeone from my past,â he replied. âI havenât seen her in years. I thought Iâd put her behind me butââÂ
âYou still love her,â said Anabel flatly. It wasnât a question.Â
Killian sighed. He really didnât want to talk about this here, or now, or ever, but he owed Anabel the truth.Â
âI donât know how to stop.âÂ
She nodded, blinking hard as tears filled her eyes. He pulled her into his arms, tucking her head against his shoulder, soothing her as they fell. âIâm so sorry, Bela,â he said softly. âI care so much for you and I truly thought that we couldââÂ
She pulled out of his embrace and shook her head. âDonât,â she said. âDonât make any decisions now. Sleep on it. Talk to her, figure out whatever needs figuring. Iâll wait.âÂ
âI couldnât ask you toââÂ
âIâll wait, Killian.â She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. âYouâre worth it.âÂ
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Youâre worth it. Those words followed Killian home, chased him through his door and straight to his stash of rum. Heâd mostly given up drinking it, needing to be sharp for his classes and limiting himself to a beer or two when he wanted to relax, but there were times that simply called for the hard stuff.Â
He poured himself a generous glassful and tried not to let the words ring in his ears. Youâre worth it. It was worrying, how hard such things still were for him to hear. No one had thought him worth much of anything for so long that heâd come to believe it himself. To internalise it, in the terminology of this realm.
He knew of course that he had some good qualities. He was intelligent and quick to learn, resourceful and decisive and courageous. A man couldnât survive centuries in command of a pirate crew without at least a few of those attributes. But they counted for little when his shortcomings were constantly cast up at him by the one person he most wished to impress. Well you are a pirate⌠Iâve got magic, heâs got one hand⌠let me guess, with you?
Emma had certainly never thought he was worth much. Not worth staying in Storybrooke for. Not worth taking a chance on. Not worth loving.Â
While he, fool that he was, could never stop loving her.Â
He was deep into his fourth glass when his doorbell rang, and he knew without even looking who it was. Ignore it, whispered his sensible voice in his ear, but Killian was too drunk and too angry for the sensible option.Â
The moment the door swung open Emma charged in, shoving him back and slamming it behind her. She rounded on him, fisting her uninjured hand in his shirt collar and pulling him against her.Â
âI lost my skip because of you,â she hissed.Â
In her heels and his stocking feet they stood eye-to-eye, pressed together from chest to knee, and every nerve in Killianâs body screamed in pleasure at the contact. He grabbed her hand and yanked it off him, pushing her away so forcefully she nearly fell. âYou lost your skip because you broke your glass,â he snapped. âIt was nothing to do with me.âÂ
âYou distracted me. While I was working.âÂ
He glared at her. âWhat are you on about? I was having dinner, or about toââ
âYou were flaunting that womanââÂ
âFlaunting?â
âWith the rose and the pulling out her chair andââÂ
âThat is simply how I treat the women I date, Swan,â he said, stepping closer to her again, backing her against the wall. Â
Emmaâs cheeks flared bright pink but she didnât back down. âWhat, even when Iâm not watching?â she sneered.Â
âI wasnât aware you were watching tonight!â Â
âOh, like you didnât notice me as soon as you walked in.âÂ
Her breath was coming in short pants, the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest with each inhale, and his lust clawed inside him like a living thing desperate to get out. Killian leaned in until their lips were almost touching, torturing himself with her little gasp and the way her eyes darkened. âNo, actually,â he growled. âI didnât.âÂ
He pushed away from the wall and smirked at her. âI know this is difficult for you to grasp, love, but not everything in my life revolves around you,â he said harshly. âUntil two weeks ago I thought Iâd never see you again.âÂ
âOh, so you just happened to be out on a date at the same place I was?âÂ
âThat place being my girlfriendâs favourite restaurant, where weâve dined many times before, you mean?âÂ
Emmaâs lip curled. âYour girlfriendââ
âAye. Of nearly a year.âÂ
ââyou expect me to believe that Captain Hook has a girlfriend?âÂ
âNo, Killian Jones has a girlfriend,â he hissed, stepping closer again. âWhat, Swan, did you imagine I would pine away in celibacy forever because you wouldnât have me?âÂ
âOf course not! That was neverâwe were neverââÂ
Abruptly all his anger, his frustration, his lust, the electric thrill of sparring with her again drained away, leaving him numb but for the gnawing ache in his heart. âIndeed,â he said, and turned away. âWe were never.âÂ
âThatâs not what I meant, Killian.âÂ
âIsnât it?âÂ
He stalked into the kitchen and retrieved his glass of rum, tossing it back and refilling it with a hand that was not quite steady. Before he could pick it up again Emma appeared at his elbow, whisking the glass away and taking a long drink.Â
âHelp yourself, love,â he snarked. She handed the glass back to him and he drained it, setting it down on the table. She refilled it without a word and took another drink. He sighed.Â
âWhy are you here, Swan?â he asked. âWhat do you want from me?âÂ
âI donât know.âÂ
Fury licked at him again. âYou donât know,â he hissed. âIs that so? Well perhaps I can enlighten you.â He took the glass from her and emptied it, then slammed it down. âYou wanted to make sure that I was still your faithful pet,â he spat. âThat I would still come running the moment you crooked a finger, desperate for any scrap of your attentionââ Â
âThatâs not trueââ
ââdespite your utter rejection back in Storybrooke and your complete lack of interest in me or my life in all the time weâve been apart.âÂ
âI asked about you, or I triedââÂ
âYou tried.âÂ
âYes! Every time I talk to my parents I askâwell, not ask but I try toâI thought you were still in Storybrooke!âÂ
âAnd so you thought youâd just use your parents to check up on me? And it never struck you as odd that they didnât know anything?âÂ
âI justâI couldnâtââÂ
âYou couldnât ask them directly because then they would know you were curious,â he concluded. âAnd we couldnât have that, could we darling?âÂ
She grabbed the rum glass and refilled it. He watched as she tossed it back, wishing he could ignore his bodyâs reaction to herâthat constant itch to touch, to trace the curves outlined by her clinging dress and sink into the softness of her hair. He still remembered how it felt beneath his fingers in Neverland, the taste of his rum on her tongue⌠he wanted to taste it on her again, to lick the traces of it from her lips and then deep into her mouth, wanted to rip that dress from her body and plunder her. The dark heat that flared in her eyes as she caught him staring, as she let the rim of the glass trail across her lower lip, said she knew exactly what he was thinking and she wouldnât stop him. That she wanted everything he did.Â
Slowly she set the glass down and stepped closer, close enough that he could smell her hair and feel her breath against his cheek. His cock was rock hard and he cursed it, cursed his helplessness to resist the pull she exerted on him. His hand curled around her waist without his permission, and when a small, satisfied smile curved her lips it slid down to grip her arse and pull her tight against him.Â
She stiffened and for the briefest moment he thought she might pull away, and then she moaned and rolled her hips and he was lost. His arm wrapped around her waist as hers curled around his neck, he plunged his hand into her hair and she tugged at his, bringing their lips together in a clash of heat and lust and fury. She tasted just as he remembered and this time he chased it, battling her for control of the kiss. If they were going to fuck like this, he thought, in anger and animosity and not lovingly, reverently as he had so often dreamed⌠if they were going to fuck, they were going to do it his way. Â
He slid his hands beneath her dress and hooked the index finger of his prosthetic beneath the thin strap of her thong, snapping it easily. She gasped against his mouth and he chuckled darkly, trailing into a groan as his fingers found the slick heat between her legs. She was so soft and so bloody wetâwet for himâthat his head spun and his knees went weak, and he forgot his anger and their fight and sought only to pleasure her, pushing two fingers inside her and stroking her clit with his thumb, thrilling to the sound of her low moan and the sharp pain of her fingernails digging into his arms.Â
He tugged her head back and trailed his mouth down her neck as his fingers worked inside her, dragging the neckline of her dress down with his teeth until her breast was freed then swirling his tongue around her nipple.Â
âOh, fuck,â she gasped. âHook.âÂ
He jerked away like sheâd doused him in ice water, his anger flooding back.Â
âNo,â he hissed. âKillian.âÂ
Emmaâs eyes flashed defiance, âHook,â she insisted, scraping her fingernails down his chest, popping buttons as she went. He knocked her hands away with his prosthetic and backed her up against the kitchen counter, his fingers still inside her, squeezing his hand to grind the heel of it hard against her clit, wrenching a helpless moan from her. Â
âYou want Hook?â he snarled. âDo you?â
âYes!âÂ
âWell, you canât have him. Itâs me or nobody and I swear by all the gods in the heavens, Swan, if you call me by that name again I will kick you out of my house as you bloody are.âÂ
She glared at him, chest heaving, and he could see how badly she wanted to defy him. He prayed heâd have the strength to carry out his threat if she did. Their harsh breaths sounded unnaturally loud in the stillness of the kitchen until Emma bucked her hips against his hand and conceded.Â
âKillian, then,â she said, grudging but breathless, like the name was an intimacy that she resented but also craved. He pressed her clit harder and she moaned again. âKillian,â she breathed, and it sent a spear of pure lust through him.Â
He pulled his hand from between her legs and stepped back, holding her gaze as he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. âMy bedroom is upstairs,â he said. âFirst door on the left.âÂ
Her eyes flashed again and then she straightened up, reached behind her back and in one quick movement unzipped her dress and shimmied free of it, smirking when he hissed in a breath at the sight of her naked body. She stepped out of the pile of fabric, still in her heels, and tossed her hair over her shoulder.Â
âIâll be waiting,â she said, and sauntered from the room.Â
Killian ground his fist into the countertop and forced himself to count to sixty before following her.Â
When he arrived she was sitting on his bed, leaning back on both hands with her legs crossed, one shoe dangling from the tip of her toe. He stopped in the doorway and feasted his eyes on the sight of her toned limbs and smooth skin as he slowly undressed, not missing the catch in her breath when he undid his trousers.Â
âCurious, love?â he taunted.Â
âVery.âÂ
He pushed the garments down, trousers and underpants together, smirking as her eyes widened and she drew a deep breath.Â
âWell,â she purred, âyou did promise Iâd feel it.âÂ
He ignored the stab of anger, bit back the retort that it was Hook whoâd told her that, and put a swagger in his hips as he closed the short distance between them. She sat up eagerly and reached for him but he caught her hand and held it back.Â
âI want your mouth,â he said. âNo hands.âÂ
She shot him a venomous glare but complied, laying her hands flat on the bed as she took his cock in her mouth, swirled her tongue around the tip then sucked hard. He clenched his teeth against an aching moan, wove his fingers through her hair and tried not to perish from the sheer pleasure of living out one of his favourite fantasies.Â
She took him deep in her mouth, alternating hard suction with lazy strokes of her tongue and quick scrapes of her teeth until he couldnât take any more and pushed her away, shoving her back onto the bed where she lay panting and looking very pleased with herself.Â
âToo much?â she taunted.Â
âFor now.â He leaned over her, running his hands up the insides of her thighs and spreading them wide, then slipped his arms beneath them and buried his face in her cunt. She gave a strangled cry as he licked through her folds then sucked on her clit, pressing the tip of his tongue hard against it. Her hips bucked as she tried to push them up against his face but he held her down, licking her far more gently than he knew she wanted and forcing her to accept it.Â
âDamn you, Killian,â she snarled, clutching at his head. He laughed and she gasped at the feel of the vibrations on her swollen flesh, then moaned when he resumed his onslaught, as hard as she liked this time, licking and sucking her roughly until she lay teetering just on the edge.Â
âNoâŚâ she whimpered when he pulled away, blindly reaching for him as he leaned across her to yank open a drawer on his bedside table and withdraw a condom. He handled it with practiced ease, holding it securely in his prosthetic and tearing the packet open with his hand.Â
Emotions flitted across her face as she watched him, anger laced this time with a touch of hurt. The hurt cut deep into his heart and made him furious. She really did think sheâd had him on such a leash that he wouldnât sleep with anyone else after she rejected him, he thought, giving her a nasty leer as he rolled the condom down his length. Her nostrils flared but she didnât look away, and when he finished she grabbed his shoulders and shoved him onto his back, straddling him, kissing him roughly and digging her fingernails into his skin as she positioned his cock at her entrance and took him inside her. Â
They groaned together at the sensation, the tight, slick squeeze of it. He thrust up as she ground down, groaning as she tilted her hips and arched her back to take him deeper, dragging her sharp nails down his chest.Â
âUgh thatâs so good,â she moaned, and as they found their rhythm and began to move in perfect tandem Killian could only agree. Emma's head was thrown back, her hair curling wildly over her breasts and down her back, her muscles squeezing him as they rocked together in the most glorious dance of his life, and had he not already been as deeply in love as a man could be Killian knew that he would have fallen then. His hurt and anger ebbed away and he lost himself in sensation, in the indescribable bliss of sinking into the woman he loved and feeling her clenched tight around him, the sound of her sighs and moans in his ear. It was a feeling he never thought heâd know again after Milah, and certainly never dreamed he might know it with Emma.Â
You donât, he tried to remind himself. This is only sex. She doesnât love you. She never will. Â
He didnât care about that though; in this moment with this woman he couldnât care. He could only feel, and make the most of this one chance to feel these things with her.Â
Emmaâs breaths grew faster, harsh and short and catching in her throat, and as her rhythm began to falter he could tell that she was close. Gripping her arse tightly he flipped them over until she was spread out beneath him. She hummed in approval and hiked her leg up over his hip as he thrust in deep, driving her hard into the mattress over and again until she gasped and cried out, her eyes squeezed shut and back arching as a pink flush spread across her skin. It was the most beautiful sight heâd ever seen and it sent him flying over the edge, choking out his own cry as ecstasy gripped him harder than ever before. He collapsed onto his side and pressed his face into the crook of her neck, conscious of little more than the smell of her skin and the gentle caress of her fingers through his hair.Â
They lay like that until their breathing calmed and their skin cooled, and gradually reality began to encroach. Killian forced himself against every will he had to move, untangling himself from her and rolling over to remove the condom and dispose of it in the bin next to his bed then grabbing a handful of tissues to clean them both up.Â
He dreaded what he would see when he turned back again but Emma still lay where heâd left her, her face calm and showing no signs of panic or regret. She took the tissues he offered without comment and cleaned herself, grimacing a little when she handed them back. He dropped them in the bin along with his own and took a deep breath, waiting for the excuses he knew had to be coming, for the sound of her getting up and running away, leaving him yet again. When the bed shifted but none of those things came he risked another look at her.Â
She was snuggling back against the pillows, and as he watched she pulled back the blankets and slid beneath them. He held his breath and did the same, swallowing hard when she slid over to him and curled herself against his chest.Â
âEmmaââ he began.Â
âNo,â she said firmly. âNo.âÂ
She cuddled closer, slipping a leg between his and an arm around his waist. He tangled his fingers in her hair, stroking a silky strand between his thumb and forefinger as she hummed in contentment and closed her eyes. A moment later so did he. Â
He didnât know how long he lay there, his eyes half-closed and his nose in her hair. He was adrift in the moment, this extraordinary, unbelievable moment of softness between them when Emma not only allowed him to hold her but actually snuggled into him, fitting her body to his like it belonged there, like there was nowhere else she wished to be. Killian suspected she would regret it in the morning and when she woke she would push him farther away than ever. But now, here, in this moment, she was his.Â
Her skin was so soft, he marvelled, so silky beneath his fingertips that he couldnât stop himself from touching her, gently stroking down her body, the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip, down her thigh and up again, over her arse and along the ridge of her spine to sink once more into her hair.Â
Slowly he became aware that she was touching him as well, her hand trailing over his thigh and hip, up his back and down his shoulder, pausing briefly to explore the tattoo there then slipping further on to sift her fingers through the hair on his chest. He caught his breath as she discovered the scatter of tiny stars tattooed across his heart, almost lost among the dark strands, and traced the pattern they described with unnerving accuracy.Â
She looked up at him with eyes hazy with desire, blinking slowly as he brought his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing the dimple in her chin. He kissed the dimple, thrilling to the little hum of enjoyment she gave. He kissed her nose and her forehead and both her cheeks, and then, finally, her lips.Â
The kiss was slow and soft and and achingly tender. Killian poured his whole self into it and everything he felt for her, fully aware of what he was confessing but unable to care. Emma knew his feelings whether she wished to accept them or not, and he had nothing to lose.Â
She opened her mouth with a soft moan and took the kiss deeper, pulled him closer, her tongue on his sending heat licking up his spine, her hands stroking it across his skin. He wanted to touch her everywhere, worship her as he had in his dreams, distil a lifetime of devotion through the prism of this one act. But there wasnât time for all he wished to do and so he made do with what he craved the most. The soft weight of her breast in his palm and the hard peak of its nipple, how she moaned into his mouth as he stroked it with his thumb. His fingers caressing her, slowly down her belly then between her legs, sinking deep into her velvety heat. Her tongue soft and wet as she licked down his neck, nipping at him, leaving marks that would linger on his skin for days and break his heart anew each time he saw them.Â
Emma shifted beneath him, aligning their bodies and lifting her knees to cradle him, holding him close and kissing him hard as he slid inside her. The wet warmth of her mouth and her cunt made him dizzy; the squeeze of her legs around his waist and the clutch of her hands on his shoulders and back urged him on. He tried to go slowly, to make this last as long as possible, but the sounds of her pleasure, the way she clung to him, the sheer elation of sharing this with herâhowever illusory it may beâwas too great to withstand, and far too soon they fell.Â
She gasped and he groaned as ecstasy gripped them both, her fingers curling through his hair and pressing his forehead to hers, their eyes locked as she fluttered around him and that gorgeous flush suffused her skin once again. Caught in the delicate tenderness of the moment, wrapped in intimacy and awash in sensation, Killian struggled to contain the words he longed to say to her. He tried his best to hold on to what he knew was trueâthat this was just an interlude, a moment soon to endâbut against all good sense, his better judgement, and even his will, he felt that tiny, stubborn bud of hope bloom yet again in his heart. Perhaps, it whispered to him as he rolled onto his side and Emma followed, curling herself tightly around him and sighing contentedly against his chest as they drifted off to sleep. Perhaps.
âŚ
A prickly sensation in her arm woke Emma. She resisted it, groaning internally and trying to will herself back to sleep. It was far too early to be awake, she could tell that much even through her drowsy haze. It was early and she was so comfortable but for the prickly arm, warm and contented and relaxed, with Killianâs chest beneath her cheek and his arms tight around her.Â
Killianâ With a jolt Emma came fully awake, staring up at his sleeping face with eyes gone wide in dismay. What the hell had she done?Â
Slept with Killian Jones was what sheâd doneâGod, she couldnât even call him Hook in her head anymore. Sheâd charged into his house and drunk his rum and had sex with himâtwice!âand it had been just everything she had ever fantasised about and more. So much more. Far, far too much more.Â
She forced herself to pull away, away from the warmth of his arms and of him. The fact that she had to force herself had panic gripping her chest. She wanted to stay, she realised with a flash of the same terror that had sent her running from him in Storybrooke and the same regret sheâd felt on realising, not even a week after her return to New York, that leaving him had been a terrible mistake. For three years sheâd tried to bury her regret over that one rash decision, buried it and ignored it and denied it, without success, and now here, finally, she had the chance to make things right. All she had to do was slip back into his arms, curl up where she wanted so badly to be and go back to sleep.Â
But she couldnâtâit was too much, too fast, and she wasnât ready. His feelings were too big for her to deal with and hers⌠hers she couldnât even bear to think about. She scrambled away, trying not to jostle him, but his eyes blinked open anyway and she froze just on the edge of the bed, caught by the look in them. He had such expressive eyes, true windows to his soul as the saying went, laying bare his every thought and feeling, and it had always amazed Emma that he never seemed to mind how vulnerable they made him. Heâd hidden nothing from her, not since Neverland and not until these past few weeks when the cold, shuttered blankness in those beautiful eyes had cut her more deeply than sheâd realised. They werenât blank now, though, but brimming with emotionâwith hurt and anger and a weary, hopeless resignation that clawed at her heart.
âI...â she began, trailing off when she realised she had no idea what to say, how to explain. How to make him understand.Â
Killian sighed and leaned over the edge of the bed. She heard a drawer opening and then a soft t-shirt landed in her lap. âYou can wear that downstairs,â he said. âYour dress is on the kitchen floor.âÂ
âKillianââÂ
Emma groped for the words to tell him that she didnât want this to be the end, that she wasnât trying to run from him again. She just needed some time and a bit of space to process all the things that had happened and how she felt about them. But his face was blank again and his eyes so terrifyingly hard that the words wouldnât come.Â
âDonât,â he snapped. âDonât fucking bother. Just go.âÂ
She swallowed over the aching lump in her chest. âI never meant for this to happen,â she whispered.Â
He snorted. âLetâs not kid ourselves, love,â he said, and she flinched at the bitter edge in his voice. âYouâve wanted to know how I fuck since the beanstalk. Now that youâve finally got it out of your system perhaps we can both move on.âÂ
âMove on,â she choked. âYouâve done that already.âÂ
âIâve certainly tried,â he said. âAnabel makes me happy. She actually likes me for myself and while you may not think I deserve that I choose to believe I do. Iâve worked bloody hard to put my past behind me and build a respectable life in this realm.âÂ
A life that doesnât include you, his words implied, and she nodded, fighting the tears that prickled behind her eyes. She slipped the t-shirt over her head and scrambled from the bed, grabbing her shoes as she fled, desperate to get away from him before he could see her cry.Â
âŚ
Killian managed to hold off his own tears until he heard his front door close behind her and then they came in a torrent. All the anguish heâd kept so tightly locked away these last three yearsâthe heartbreak and the guilt, the regret over the life heâd led and the choices that had shaped him into someone a woman like Emma could never loveâcame rushing forth like the sea through the hull of a sinking ship. He turned his face into the pillow that still carried her scent and wept for all he had lost in the course of his long life, for every terrible deed heâd done and every beautiful thing his touch had destroyed. He wept until he had nothing left inside him, until he sank into a restless, dreamless sleep.Â
 When he awoke again the sun was pouring in through his windows with offensive brightness and he groaned, rubbing his eyes and wishing that just once the habits born of centuries on the sea would leave him alone to wallow in his bed. Instead he dragged himself up and stumbled into the bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face and ignored his hollow-eyed reflection in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, then went downstairs.Â
In the kitchen he found his t-shirt, folded almost neatly and draped across the back of a chair. With shaking hands he picked it up and pressed it against his cheekâjust for a momentâthen with a guttural cry flung it away against the wall.Â
âŚ
Emma spent the next week driving herself as hard as she could, working the toughest cases, the longest hours, hounding the staff at the new office with her demands. Anything, anything, to avoid having to think. If she stopped moving even for a second she saw Killianâs face in her mindâs eye and heard his voice telling her to go, and the ache of loss would hit her again, as fresh and raw as the moment it happened.Â
Losing something sheâd never really had shouldnât hurt so much, she thought, and frankly she resented it. She felt swamped by a strange sort of untethered frustration, an uncomfortable feeling and uncomfortably familiar. Sheâd last felt it back in Storybrooke, that antsy itch under her skin whenever Killian was near, in the few quiet moments theyâd shared in between battling flying monkeys and breaking curses. Sheâd managed to ignore it then, seizing on the witch and the curses and Neal as convenient distractions, excuses not to think about Killian or her feelings or what he wanted from her. What she wanted from him, what they could have. And as soon as those distractions were gone she had run. Just as she always did. As she would continue to do, damn it, until she found something that made her want to stay.Â
She refused to think about how badly sheâd wanted to stay in Killianâs bed.Â
...
âMom,â said Henry the following Saturday, coming into the living room to find her dusting the corners of the bookshelves, âcan I ask you something?â
âHmmm?â Emma dragged her attention away from her determined assault on the cracks in the wood. âSure. Whatâs up?â
Henry shifted uncomfortably. âUm, have youâhave you seen Hook at all since we moved here?âÂ
âKillian,â said Emma automatically.
âWhat?âÂ
She felt her face grow hot. âHe prefers to be called Killian now.â
âSo you did see him!â cried Henry.Â
Emma set her dusting rag down with a sigh. âYeah. I did.âÂ
âDid you guys have a fight or something?â
âKind of, I guess. Itâs hard to explain.â She cast a sideways glance at her son. âGrown-up stuff.â
âMom,â sighed Henry, with his special âIâm a teenager nowâ eyeroll. âIâm not a kid anymore and Iâm not stupid. I know that you and Killianâthat there was something going on with you guys in Storybrooke and I know thatâs part of the reason you left.â
âHenryââ
âAnd I saw how you reacted when I told you he was here. Itâs okay to talk to me about it.â
Emma made a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob.Â
âI mean, no details,â he said with a grimace. âBut like, in general.â
âHenry.â Emma rubbed her temples. âI appreciate it, really. But I canât. I canât even think about it.âÂ
âYou really should. Itâs not a good idea to hold stuff like that inside.âÂ
âStuff like what?âÂ
âYou know. Feelings. You hold yours in too much.âÂ
âI know. I know I do.â She frowned at him. âHow did you know there was⌠something with us in Storybrooke?â
âIt was pretty obvious, Mom. He came all the way from the Enchanted Forest to New York to get you, and then when we got back to Storybrooke you two were always talking together or at Grannyâs, and when you werenât with him you asked him to babysit me. Which you wouldnât do unless you trusted him.â
âThatâs true,â Emma whispered. She had trusted Killian. She did.Â
âAnd then after we moved back to New York you never asked about him,â Henry continued. âWhen you talked to Grandma and Grandpa you asked them about everybody in Storybrooke, even my mom. Even Leroy. But you never asked about him. If heâd only been a friend you would have.âÂ
Emma shook her head. âKid, when did you get so smart?âÂ
âDuh, I always have been. Thanks for noticing.â They were silent for several minutes before Henry spoke again. âAnd you know,â he said, âI wouldnât mind. If you wanted to, you know. Date him.âÂ
âReally? Would you really want me to be with a pirate?âÂ
Henry shrugged. âI donât know. Itâs kind of hard to think of him that way anymore. But I always liked him, mostly. He took me sailing and told me about my dad. And heâs probably the best teacher Iâve ever had. And heâs been looking really sad all week.âÂ
âHe has?âÂ
âYeah. Everyoneâs noticed. Heâs all quiet in class, not like he usually is. And he hasnât been having lunch with Miss Hartfield.âÂ
Emmaâs heart gave a painful thump. âMiss Hartfield?âÂ
âThe physics teacher,â Henry clarified. âThey always used to have lunch together. All the girls in my class thought they were dating and now theyâre all crying cuz they think theyâve broken up.âÂ
âIs Miss Hartfield a very pretty brunette with dark blue eyes?âÂ
âYeah.â Henry looked surprised. âHow did you know?â
âIâmet her. Last weekend. She was having dinner withâwith Killian. I guess they really are dating. The girls in your class should be happy.âÂ
âOh.â Henryâs eyes filled with sympathy. âIâm really sorry, MomââÂ
âItâs okay.â Emma swallowed hard and forced a smile when he gave her a skeptical look. âReally! Iâm okay.âÂ
âYouâre notââÂ
âI am.â Emma wrapped her arm around Henryâs shoulders and pulled him into a hug. âOr I will be. I justâneed a little time. Is your homework done, by the way? Speaking of your teachers.âÂ
âOh, yeah, nice segue.â Henry rolled his eyes, playing along, though it was clear from his face that he didnât believe her. âItâs nearly done.âÂ
âWell, get it all done and then what do you say we order pizza and watch some bad movies. Unless youâve got other plans?âÂ
âNope. Iâm all yours.âÂ
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By the next Thursday, Emma had almost convinced herself that she was fine. Killian still crept into her thoughts far more than sheâd like but the ache he brought she convinced herself was less severe. She didnât have to fight so hard to stop the tears from welling up or keep herself constantly distracted. Â
Itâs like he said, she told herself fiercely. It was just an itch that needed scratching, and now itâs scratched thatâs it. No hard feelings. No feelings at all.Â
Thursday afternoon as Emma was leaving work, Henry texted her that his friend Becca was having some problems and wanted to talk and he was going to her house for a little bit. His homework was nearly done, he said, and he promised to finish it when he got home. Â
Said homework was spread out over the dining table when Emma returned and she went to gather it up and put it to one side so she could sit there herself and have some dinner. Her heart skipped when she saw it was astronomy heâd been working on, the book still open to a page illustrated with several constellations. One of them caught her eye. It looked like a slightly tilted cross with bent arms, and it tickled something in her memory.Â
She frowned and bent down to get a closer look. That pattern of stars looked so familiar. Emma racked her brains trying to remember where she could have seen it before. It couldnât have been that long ago, she thought, andâoh. Oh. She flushed as the memory resolved with uncomfortable clarity, and her heart began to pound.Â
She recognised that pattern because she had traced it herself through the hair on Killianâs chest, connecting the sprinkle of stars tattooed over his heart. She remembered thinking how odd it was, him having a tattoo there where it was practically invisible. His other tattoos were elaborate and brightly coloured and on places where he had less hair, but those tiny stars she would never have noticed if she hadnât had her face pressed right up against them.Â
It did make sense, she reasoned, for an astronomy teacher to have a constellation tattoo, though all his others featured names and clear associations with people from his past. But this oneâEmma peered more closely at Henryâs book looking for the constellationâs name, and when she found it sank slowly into the chair, her knees gone too weak to support her.Â
It was the constellation Cygnus. The swan. Killian had a swan tattoo. Right above his heart.Â
He was in love with her.Â
Emma let her head fall into her hands as the full force of that realisation hit her, with the strength and fury of a hurricane. She was aware he had feelings, strong ones, and though sheâd never let herself think too much about them she couldnât pretend she hadnât known. But this⌠this was serious. He wouldnât put her permanently on his body with Milah and with Liam unless it was big-L love. Killian loved her, or at least he had. Did he still? Could he still, after what had happened between them?
She closed her eyes and thought about the last words heâd spoken to her, about his girlfriendâAnabelâand how happy he was. Her breathing sped up an her hands trembled as she recalled it, the memory sheâd tried hardest to escape and with the least success. The closed expression on Killianâs face and the flat tone of his voice were etched into her mind as clearly as if she were back there in his bedroom living that terrible moment all over again, and she realised with a flash of shock that heâd been lying. Sheâd been too upset to see it at the time but now her superpower was screaming at her. Heâd lied to her, and not even well.Â
A bubble of hope rose up in her heart. If Killian was lying about being happy, about having moved on, then maybe⌠maybe there was a chance that he still loved her. Maybe if she told him how much she missed him⌠if she reached out, if she tried⌠maybe they could actually talk. The way heâd acted the other times theyâd met⌠his coolness, his distance, his anger⌠of course he was just trying to protect his heart from further hurt. She could certainly understand that. But if she told him, if they talked, then she could fix this. She could get the old Killian back againâthe one who looked at her with warmth in his eyes and always believed in her. The one she could now admit to herself that she deeply and desperately missed, not the way you miss a friend you havenât seen in a while but like a part of herself was gone.Â
She sent Henry a quick text telling him where she was going and raced out the door. Ten minutes later she was standing in front of Killianâs, practically leaning on the bell.Â
Killian opened his door and for the first time looked surprised to see her standing there on his small porch.Â
âSwan!â he exclaimed. âIs Henry okay?âÂ
âUm.â Emma frowned. âYeah, heâs fine. Why would you think he wasnât?âÂ
âWhy else would you be here?âÂ
âI wantedââ She took a deep breath. âCan we talk?âÂ
âTalk,â he repeated in an incredulous tone, then eyes moved from her face to something behind her and he smiled a huge, fake smile and waved his hand. Emma turned around to see a middle aged woman waving back as she walked down the sidewalk, a similar smile on her face and a very sharp look in her eye. The moment she looked away Killian grabbed Emmaâs arm and pulled her through the door.Â
âCome inside, Swan, before the whole neighbourhood sees you,â he hissed.Â
âSince when do you care about the neighbourhood?âÂ
âSince I have to live in it.â He glanced around then shut the door tightly. Emma went into to the living room and perched on the edge of the sofa, trying not to fidget. Killian followed but remained standing in the doorway, watching her with a dark scowl.
âWhat do you want?â he asked.Â
âI told youâto talk.âÂ
âI donât believe we have anything left to say to each other.â When she didnât reply he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. âWhat is it you wish to discuss?â
âYour tattoo.âÂ
Emotion flashed in his eyes, apprehension and a hint of alarm. It flared just for an instant and then was gone, as thoroughly as if it had never been. Had she not been looking for it, Emma thought, had she not known how to read him as easily as he did her, sheâd have missed it completely. âI have many tattoos,â he replied.Â
âIâm talking about one in particular. The stars over your heart. Itâs a constellation, isnât it?âÂ
Killianâs face was like stone. âAye.âÂ
âWhich one?âÂ
âSwanââÂ
âExactly.â Emma pounced. âItâs Cygnus. The swan. You have a swan over your heart, Killian.âÂ
He shrugged. âWhat of it?âÂ
âWhat of it is I donât think you get tattoos that have no meaning. Youâve got Milah on your arm, Liam on your shoulder, someone called Alice on your hip who Iâm willing to bet is your mother, and over your heart isâisââÂ
âIs you,â said Killian flatly. âIs that what you want to hear, Emma? The swan is obviously for you. Because I love you, and because I canât resist torturing myself with permanent reminders of everyone I loved who is lost to me, etched into my bloody skin. Is that what you came here to get me to confess? Itâs a poor confession when you already knew.âÂ
Guilt swamped her, heavy and suffocating. âI didnât know,â she attempted to protest, her voice quiet but falling like lead in the face of his stark confession. Â
Anger snapped in Killianâs eyes, fuelled by a pain she hadnât seen before. Hadnât allowed herself to see. âDonât lie to me, love, and donât lie to yourself,â he snarled. âOf course you knew. You knew when I all but begged you not to go back to New York, and you still left. You knew when you slept with me and you still tried to sneak away before I awoke. Youâve always known exactly how I felt and it has never once stopped you from breaking my heart.âÂ
âKillianââÂ
âNo. I canât hear this.â He ran a hand over his face. âGo now, Swan, and donât come back.âÂ
âDonât come back?â she choked.Â
âWhat would be the point? We both know where we stand and Iââ his voice broke ââI canât live with a gaping wound in my chest.â He turned to look at her, his face for once not blank but open and raw and with a plea in his eyes that tore at her heart. âPlease, Emma. If you care anything at all for me, leave me alone now. Let me have the chance to heal.âÂ
Emmaâs brain was screaming at her to say something, stop him, donât let this happen, donât let him go. FIX THIS. But everything he said was true, every angry, hurtful word of it. She had known his feelings and had she had taken them for granted, even used them against him, never thinking of how that might hurt him. Sheâd caused him so much pain already that she couldnât now refuse this one small, heartbreaking thing he asked of her.Â
Itâs too late. You pushed him away one time too many and now heâs gone.Â
âI talked to your girlfriend, you know,â she said, forcing the words past the clawing ache in her chest. âAt the restaurant, before you got there. She seems really nice.â She risked a look at his face and almost cringed at the wariness in his expression. âIâm glad youâve found someone like her, Killian. I really am. You do deserve it. You deserve to be happy.â She stood and moved towards the door, refusing to be hurt by the way he visibly tensed as she drew near. âIâI hope youâll be happy.â With one last look to fix his face forever in her memory she turned and ran from his house.Â
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When she got home Henry was back, sitting at the table with his homework. He looked up to greet her, the cheerful words dying on his lips when he saw her face. He jumped to his feet and hurried over to wrap her in a huge hug. Emma gripped him tightly and let the tears she felt like sheâd been holding in forever finally, finally fall. She cried as she could never remember crying before, great heaving sobs that left her empty and drained and clinging limply to Henryâs shoulders.
âWhat can I do?â he begged. âMom, tell me what I can do.â Â
Emma sobbed again, wondering what sheâd ever done to deserve him. âDo you think itâd be okay if I came back to Storybrooke with you this weekend?â she asked. âI just really donât want to be alone.âÂ
âAre you kidding?â Henry smiled, a bright smile that did nothing to disguise his worry. âGrandma and Grandpa would love that!âÂ
âThey would. What about Regina?âÂ
âHonestly, I think sheâd be glad to see you too. Everyone would. People have missed you.âÂ
âAnd you wouldnât mind me tagging along?âÂ
Henry hugged her again. âIâd love it.âÂ
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They drove up to Storybrooke as soon as Henry finished school the next day, arriving at her parentsâ loft just in time for dinner. Snow and David were as thrilled as Henry had predicted, hugging her between them, smiling widely with damp eyes. Emma found her own eyes growing damp as she leaned into the comfort of their embrace, her heart tripping when David gently cupped the back of her head.Â
âDinnerâs almost ready,â said Snow when they finally pulled apart, cradling Emmaâs face between her hands. âWhy donât you and Henry go sit at the table?âÂ
âIs there anything I canââÂ
âNope,â said Snow firmly. âItâs all under control.âÂ
Emma seated herself at the table between David and Henry and looked around at the loft. âWow, have you guys changed anything in this place since I was here last?â she asked.Â
âUm, I think those curtains are new,â said David absently as he attempted to wrestle a protesting Neal into his high chair. Henry grabbed a toy and distracted his uncle with it long enough for David to get the toddlerâs legs through the holes and settle him in. Emmaâs heart tripped again. Henry was so comfortable here, far more comfortable with her father and brother than she was, and she wasnât sure how she felt about that.Â
âWeâre thinking of moving, actually,â said David, sitting down next to Emma. âThereâs a farm just outside of town thatâs for sale, we might buy it.âÂ
âYou want to be a farmer?â said Emma blankly.Â
âI grew up a shepherd,â he reminded her. âAnd this place wonât be big enough once Neal is older and wants his own room. Plus we havenât entirely ruled out the idea of more kids. So I think itâs an opportunity we shouldnât pass up. Your mother, on the other handââÂ
âI donât object to it, exactly,â said Snow as she set a bowl of salad and a large platter of chicken on the table. âIt would just mean a long commute if Iâm going to keep working with Regina.âÂ
âYouâre working with Regina?âÂ
âIâm the deputy mayor,â said Snow.Â
âYou are? Since when?âÂ
âUm, about two years now?âÂ
âOh.â Emma fell silent as her parents launched into a debate on the merits of farm vs town in a way that made it clear that this was an old, comfortable discussion, frequently rehashed. Henry chimed in with a comment every now and then, egging them on, and Emma ate her chicken rather sullenly and tried not to feel left out.Â
âSo whatâs it like being back in Boston after so long?â David asked her, when the conversation hit a lull.Â
âItâs fine, I guess.â She shrugged. âA bit weird. I donât normally like to go back to places Iâve left.â
An awkward silence fell and Emma felt herself flush. âI mean, Iâm not saying I never would, butââÂ
âHow about you, Henry?â Snow jumped in. âHow do you like Boston?âÂ
âItâs pretty cool. I like that thereâs so much history. And my schoolâs really good.â
âAre you still having a hard time with math?â asked Snow, smiling fondly. âI remember that was always your downfall when you were in my class.âÂ
âNo, actually, Iâve got a really great teacher at the new school.â Henry shot Emma a questioning look and she nodded. âItâs, um, actually itâs Hook.âÂ
âHook?â David frowned. âWhat, like Hook Hook? Heâs your teacher?âÂ
âCaptain Hook?â said Snow.Â
âHow many Hooks do you know?â snapped Emma, irritated by their disbelief.Â
âWell,â said Snow, now looking surprised at Emmaâs vehemence. âItâs just a bit strange, isnât it? That Hookâs a teacher?âÂ
âI donât think so,â said Emma. âHe always taught Henry stuff when he used to watch him before.â
âAnd my dad too,â said Henry. âIn Neverland.âÂ
âReally?â asked David, still frowning.Â
âYeah. Heâs the one who taught my dad how to navigate and how to sail. Seriously, Grandpa, heâs really good at it,â said Henry decisively. âEveryone loves his classes.âÂ
David shook his head. âNot that I donât believe you, Henry, itâs just hard to imagine. Itâs hard to imagine Hook as anything but a pirate.âÂ
âItâs not that hard,â retorted Emma, stabbing at a piece of lettuce on her plate.Â
 âWell, you know, after Panâs curse when we all landed back in the Enchanted Forest he could hardly wait to get back to his pirateâs life,â David pointed out. âHe barely stayed with us for an hour.âÂ
âThough to be fair, it was mostly his ship he wanted to get back to,â said Snow. âAnd itâs not like that was an option for him here.âÂ
âThatâs true,â David conceded. âI guess itâs hard to be a pirate when youâve got no ship. He couldâve stolen one, but I genuinely did have the feeling he wanted to turn over a new leaf.âÂ
âWait, waitâwhat do you mean, no ship?â demanded Emma. âWhat happened to his ship?âÂ
Snow, David, and Henry all turned to her in surprise. âDonât you know?â asked Snow.
âKnow what?âÂ
Snow and David exchanged a glance. âHook traded his ship,â said David. âFor the magic bean he needed to get to New York to find you. Didnât he tell you?â
âHe traded his shipâŚâ Emmaâs head began to spin. âFor me?âÂ
âWell, yes, in a way,â said Snow. âDid he really not tell you?âÂ
âNo. He never said a word.âÂ
âWell I guess we only know because David basically dragged it out of him,â said Snow.Â
âHe was moping around the town so much after you left,â said David. âDrinking and getting disruptive. I threw him in the cells for a night and in the morning tried to gently suggest he might be happier if he took his ship out for a few days to clear his head, and he said that would be a bloody challenge when Blackbeard had his ship.âÂ
âBlackbeard!â Henry exclaimed. âI didnât know that part. He hates Blackbeard. Said heâs the worst kind of pirate, a man with no code and no honour. Why would he trade his ship to Blackbeard?âÂ
âHe didnât say. I guess he just really wanted to get back here and find Emma.âÂ
No one was looking at her but Emma could feel the weight of their attention, and she groped desperately for something to say, some way to respond to this revelation. But as always when she was overwhelmed with emotion, no words came. She poked at her food, feeling frozen and numb and so terribly sorry, and desperate for a distraction.Â
One came a minute later in the form of a knock on the door. Emma had never been more glad in her life to see Regina, come to pick up Henry with Robin Hood and a delighted Roland at her side. In the bustle and confusion that followed their arrival, Emma slipped away to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, downing half of it in one gulp then pressing the cool glass to her temple as she tried to calm her turbulent thoughts. Â
Regina hugged Henry and watched as he hugged Robin and Roland, smiling a smile that made Emma blink with a new shock of astonishment. It was unnervingly soft for the erstwhile Evil Queen, warm and happy.Â
âWhat the hell happened to Regina?â she whispered to her mother when Snow came into the kitchen with their empty plates.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Snow frowned. âShe looks just the same to me.âÂ
âYeah but remember I havenât seen her in three years. She looks⌠well, she looks happy.âÂ
âShe is happy,â said Snow. âShe and Robin got married last year you know, andââ she broke off when she saw Emmaâs face. âYou didnât know.âÂ
âHuh-uh.âÂ
âBut didnât Henry tell you? He gave her away.âÂ
âIâdonât really ask Henry about his visits here. And you never mentioned it.âÂ
âYou donât ever seem to want to talk about Storybrooke with me either,â Snow replied. âYou ask how everyone is, but whenever I try to offer details you change the subject. Have you left this place behind so completely, Emma?âÂ
âIâve tried to,â said Emma, in a burst of honesty. âI wanted to get away from all of itâmagic and villains and being the Saviour. I never wanted any of that and I never really felt like I belonged here.âÂ
âYou never really tried,â said Snow. âBut thereâs always a place for you in Storybrooke, sweetie, whenever you want to take it.âÂ
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Killian parked his car in front of Grannyâs and got out slowly, taking in the sight of the familiar streets and buildings with a resigned sigh. He hadnât been back to Storybrooke since heâd moved to Brookline, hadnât had any desire to return until seeing Emma again had stirred up all the old feelings heâd worked so hard to bury. This past week his new life had felt like it was suffocating himâthe students who looked up to him, the colleagues who respected him, Anabel who loved him. All of them so obviously concerned by the shift in his mood, caring about him, and the weight of all the pretence heâd built around himself threatened to crush him. Not a single one of them truly knew him, what he was and the things heâd done, the life heâd led for so very many blood-soaked years, and Killian hadnât been able to bear another second of their kindness. Â
The Rabbit Hole was just as he remembered, loud and raucous and full of people playing their own game of pretend, fuelled by alcohol and shielded by the brittle jocundity of such places. He looked around for Tink but couldnât see her, and though he strained his ears could hear nothing over the pounding music. He pushed through the crowd towards the bar where he finally caught sight of her, perched on her knees atop a barstool and waving him over.Â
âHey!â she cried, leaping down from the stool and throwing her arms around him. He froze in surprise for a minute then tentatively hugged her back.Â
âTink,â he said cautiously. âIs everything okay?âÂ
âYeah, fine.â She released him and stepped back, grinning as she took him in. âI guess I just missed you.âÂ
âThatâs new,â he snorted.Â
âWell you used to call me, if you remember, the first year or so after you left. Now I barely hear a word for months on end until suddenly you text to say youâll be here in three hours and can I put you up for the night. So I have to ask, is everything okay with you?âÂ
Killian tried to summon his old cocky grin and some quip to reassure her, but they refused to come. Everything wasnât okay, far, far from it, and he knew this was at the root of his spur of the moment decision to come back to Storybrooke. He needed to talk to someone who truly knew him, all of him, and who had known him at his worst. Tink was, as strange as it may be to think about, his best friend.Â
âNo,â he said, and watched her eyes widen at the stark honesty of his reply. âIâm not okay. At all.âÂ
Tinkâs face softened and she looped her arm through his, and he let her lead him to an empty pair of stools at the very end of the bar. They sat and Tink ordered a bottle of rum and two glasses, then rested her hand just above his prosthetic and listened, keeping his glass filled as he told her everything. He told her of how hard heâd worked to make a place for himself in this land and build a new life to go with it, and how at times he felt that heâd succeeded in that aim but at others felt a complete fraud. He spoke about his job and how much he loved it and the joy of helping his students learn, but how he still felt unworthy of the trust placed in him by the school and by their parents. He told her about Anabel and how much he wished that he was whole enough to love her and then finally, haltingly, he spoke of Emma. About seeing her again and all that had occurred between them, and the way heâd spiralled afterwards into a depression so deep he wasnât sure he could recover.
âIâm so tired of living sometimes,â he said. âYou know what I mean.â It wasnât a question but Tink nodded anyway, memories of long nights spent sharing rum and companionship in Neverland hanging thick between them. âObviously time passes differently there, you have less of aâa sense of it passing, butââÂ
âBut it still passes,â she said.Â
âAye. It still passes, and Iâve passed so bloody much of it. And sometimes I think about how in terms of the physical age of my body Iâm only about thirty-five. I could live another fifty or sixty years, easily, what with the medical marvels in this realm, and at times I just wonderââ he drew a deep breath ââI wonder if thatâs really what I want.âÂ
âYou want to die?â Tink asked carefully.Â
âNot precisely.â Killian tossed back his rum and she poured him some more. âIâm just exhausted by the prospect of more living. Does that make any sense at all?âÂ
Tink nodded, sipping her own drink before speaking. âYears can be a burden,â she said. âFairies are immortal so we donât feel them the same way humans do, but we see how they affect you. Most humans your physical age would still have a lot left to look forward to but youâve already lived the lifetimes of at least three men. Itâs understandable that the prospect of living another might feel overwhelming.âÂ
âSo what the hell am I supposed to do about it?â
âWell, assuming you donât actually want to end your life?âÂ
âI donât,â he assured her. Though he couldnât deny that the thought had crossed his mind in his more desperate moments, Killian had fought too hard for his survival to ever end himself by his own hand.Â
âThen you have to find something to live for,â said Tink. âOr someone?âÂ
He shook his head. âEmma doesnât want me.âÂ
âIt doesnât have to be Emma.âÂ
âIt canât be anyone else,â he muttered, glowering into the depths of his glass. âNot for me.âÂ
âYou felt that way about Milah too.âÂ
âI thought I did, but this is different. Milah and Iâwe were in love but our relationship wasnât healthy. I can see that now. We didnât bring out the best in each other; in fact we probably brought out the worst. She wanted the cocksure pirate and so I leaned into that role, for her. We both leaned into it, and we enjoyed it, the plunder and the destruction and the casual cruelty. I think it made us both feel powerful.â He sipped his rum and shot a sideways glance at Tink, who was watching him attentively and still without judgement.Â
âBut Emma, though,â Killian continued, setting his glass down and flexing his fingers around it. âEmma makes me want to be better. Even when I thought Iâd never see her again, even though I know weâll never be together I still want to be the man she inspired me to become.â He squeezed the glass harder, almost hoping it would shatter in his hand. âBut then, if Iâm only being that man because of her is that truly who I am? And how can I try to build a life with someone like Anabel when I know I canât love her as she deserves and Iâm only even remotely like someone she might want because of my feelings for another woman?â
Tink wrapped her arms around one of his and squeezed it sympathetically, resting her head on his shoulder. âI wish I had an answer for you, Hook,â she said. âBut who you truly are, or can be, is a question you have to work out for yourself.â She paused as they both drank. âHave you ever considered telling Anabel about your past?âÂ
He snorted. âTell a sensible science teacher from the land without magic that Iâm Captain Hook? Oh yes that would go over brilliantly.âÂ
âThatâs not what I meant,â said Tink. âI meant telling her a modified version of what happened to you, with your parents and Liam and Milah. Letting her see a bit more of who you are and what shaped you.âÂ
âOh, I donât know,â Killian sighed and ran his hand over his face. âIâve thought about it. I genuinely donât know if it would help or just be a burden on her. For all she knows Iâm just a normal man born in Bristol, England in 1981. How would I even begin to fit parental abandonment, a dead brother, and two tragic romances into that manâs life?â
âTwo?âÂ
âShe already knows about Emma.âÂ
âRight. Well, youâd have to get creative, but if it helped her know you better? At least you could try.âÂ
Killian drank again then tightened his arm to pull Tink closer, resting his cheek on her head as the the pleasant haze he craved began to settle over his mind. âDo you know why I fell in love with Emma?â he asked. Tink shook her head, her hair tickling his nose. âIt wasnât her courage or her kindness or her beauty, though those are all contributing factors. It was because she understood me. We understood each other, from the very beginning, in a way Iâd never known before. It scares her but IâI crave it. And thatâs whatâs missing with Anabel and with every other woman Iâve known, even Milah. That connection of the whole self. Itâs something that canât be forced orâor brought into being. It is or it isnât, and thatâs that.âÂ
âAre you sure?â
âIâm sure that I donât have the energy to sort through all of this realmâs women in hopes of finding a pale reflection of it. Iâve found the love of my life, Tink. It took three centuries but I found her, and I offered her my heart, and she refused it. I donât think the answer is to try to patch over that wound with another woman. I donât know what the answer is. Perhaps there isnât one.âÂ
He frowned as Tink tensed against him, her eyes going wide. âPerhaps the answer is Emma,â she said. âAnd you just havenât asked the right questions yet.âÂ
He followed her gaze and felt his jaw clench. Tink clung to him for another brief moment, whispering in his ear. âShe might still be your answer, Hook. Donât lose hope just yet.âÂ
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Once Henry left to spend the night with Regina and her parents went to put Neal to bed, Emma muttered something about taking a walk and fled the loft, desperate for some space and time alone to sort through her muddled thoughts. As painful and chaotic as they were she knew she had to think them, and feel the feelings that they brought. Already sheâd lost so much by trying to run from her feelings. More even than sheâd known.Â
Killian had given up everything for her. That was the thought that kept echoing in her brain. Heâd given up his ship, his home, his most prized possession. Heâd given it to a man he hated, all so that he could get back to her, knowing she wouldnât even remember him. All to bring her back to her family. Her home.Â
And what had she done? Sheâd scorned him and pushed him away, denied her feelings and run away from them and from him the first chance she got. No wonder he was so hurt. No wonder that pain had turned to anger. He should be angry, she thought in disgust, he should hate her. Yet she knew that despite everything he didnât. He may not want anything to do with her anymore but he didnât hate her. She almost wished he did. It might actually make the weight of her guilt and regret easier to bear.Â
For the first time in her adult life Emma actually, genuinely faced her feelings, and thought seriously about what they were and what they meant. She didnât love Killian, not the way he loved her, but she could. All the elements were there, from the way they had always understood each other to how easily sheâd trusted him to the electric sizzle of their sexual chemistry. It was that could that had scared her, sent her running three years ago. The vulnerability it represented, the loss of control, terrified her. It felt like standing at the edge of an abyss with her her toes hanging over the edge and a gale force wind at her back. Sheâd fallen into that abyss before with terrible consequences, but then Killian was not Neal. She knew, somehow, beyond any doubt, that if she let Killian Jones into her life heâd never leave her.Â
If she had let him in. It was too late now.Â
She began to cry again, not with the wrenching sobs sheâd cried the day before but with heavy, drenching tears that flooded her cheeks and dripped off her chin faster than she could wipe them away. Her chest felt hollowed out, aching and empty and hopeless.
She caught sight of the neon sign for the Rabbit Hole and swerved abruptly to her right, cutting across the street without looking for cars. Fortunately there were none. This was Storybrooke, after all, even on a Saturday night. And she really, really wanted a drink.Â
The Rabbit Hole was fairly busy, its noise and bustle comfortingly familiar. Emma kept her head down as she moved towards the bar, hoping no one would recognise her. It wasnât until she was nearly there that she spotted Killian.Â
He was sitting at the end of the bar with a half empty bottle of rum and Tinkerbelle beside him, her arms looped through his and her head on his shoulder. The obvious, comfortable intimacy between them sharpened the ache in Emmaâs chest and reminded her of her suspicions about what their relationship had been in Neverland. She was certain it was more than either of them had let on.Â
As she stood frozen and wondering what to do, Tink looked up, her eyes widening in recognition. Killian frowned and followed her gaze and when he saw Emma the look that flashed across his face nearly broke her heart. He shook Tink off and stood up, tossing back the rest of his glass of rum and heading for the door.Â
Before she could think better of it, Emma spun on her heel and took off after him. She caught his arm just before he could reach the door and he spun around, yanking it from her grip.Â
âBloody hell, Swan, can I never be free of you!â he cried, and the hopeless defeat in his voice made her tears well again. She forced herself to remember that his feelings were justified, that she had done this to him and that he didnât owe her forgiveness or anything else.Â
âIâm sorry,â she said in a small voice. âI didnât know youâd be here and I donât want to bother you, but KillianââÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âMy dadâhe told me what you did. How you traded your ship for a magic bean to come find me in New York.âÂ
A faint flush coloured Killianâs cheeks and he shifted uncomfortably. âIt was nothing,â he said. âAnyone would haveââ
âNo, anyone definitely would not have,â cried Emma fiercely. âYou gave up everything you had to get me back here and then I just turned my back on it, and on you. And Iâm sorry. Iâm truly sorry, Killian, and I donât expect you to forgive me. I justâI wanted you to know.âÂ
He swallowed hard and gave her a small, guarded smile. âYou made what you thought was the best decision for yourself and Henry,â he said gruffly. âThatâs all anyone can do. Iâm just glad youâre happy.âÂ
âBut Iâm not,â she burst out. âIâm not. I mean, Iâm not unhappy exactly but I missâI miss you.â She heard his sharp intake of breath but barrelled on before she could lose her nerve. For once in her life she knew just the words she wanted to say and she was going to say them.Â
âAnd you were right,â she continued. âI knew how you felt about me and I threw it back in your face and pushed you away whenever I could. I was scared of my own feelings, of how strong they were, and I know thatâs no excuse but all my life Iâve always run from things like that. I run from things that make me feel too much and I still canât believe that anyone could really care as much about me as you seemed to and so I ran before I could find out that you didnât. I know I hurt you. It wasnât always unintentional, and God, Killian, I am so fucking sorry for that too.âÂ
She swallowed hard, twisting her hands together, feeling the intensity of his gaze on her but not daring to meet it. âAnd I know that thereâs no chance forâfor us anymore but I wanted you to know how much I regret it. Thereâs nothing in my life I regret more than ruining things between us before they could even really start.âÂ
Gathering her courage she looked up at him, and caught her own breath at the expression on his face, that soft, intense expression sheâd missed so much. âDo you want there to be a chance?â he said hoarsely. âIf there was a chance, would youâcould you take it?âÂ
Emma gasped again as hope exploded in her heart and it began to race. She nodded. âYeah. I think I could. I would.âÂ
âYou think?â
She stepped closer, looking up at him, hardly daring to breathe. Music pounded through the air around them, voices shouted, bodies danced, and they were the only two people in the world.Â
âI could,â Emma whispered, âI can and I will ifâif thatâs what you want too?â
Killian drew a shaky breath and his fingers trembled as he reached up to caress her face, brushing softly across her cheek before sliding into her hair. He pressed his lips to hers in the gentlest kiss of any they had shared, a butterflyâs wing of a kiss, a kiss of promise and forgiveness and hope. Emma sighed into it as it slowly deepened, as Killianâs fingers tightened on the back of her head and hers gripped his jacket and she couldnât suppress a moan.Â
When they broke apart she was breathless and dizzy and he was beaming, a bright, dazed grin that made her heart soar as he leaned his forehead against hers. âDo you really mean it, Emma?â he whispered. âYou really wantââÂ
âYou,â she said. âYeah. I want you, and I want us.âÂ
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. âIâm yours, love,â he said. âAs you know.âÂ
âJust like that?â Emma pulled back enough to look at his face while keeping her arms tight around him. âAfter all the hurt I caused you, you can just forgive me?âÂ
âAye, just like that. Iâm not saying all the hurt is healed or that we donât have things to work through. But of course I can forgive you. I love you.âÂ
âKillianââÂ
âShhhh, letâs just leave it there for now,â he said. âItâs nothing we didnât both already know. Weâll work on the other half later.âÂ
âLater,â Emma murmured, snuggling back into his arms. âI like the way that sounds.âÂ
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Wolfstar Chapter 7
A/N: Hereâs what you need to know: I created this story for Writerâs Month 2020. Every day is a new prompt, and therefore a new chapter. This is an AU Wolfstar where Remus is a tattoo artist next door to Sirius who manages a flower shop. James and Lily are alive in this universe and own a coffee shop across the street. And to make parts of the story work with the prompts, Remus is about 10 years older than Sirius. It also takes place more or less in present time, minus Covid-19.
This is chapter 7 of a multi-chapter work. If youâd like to start from the beginning, here is chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I donât own these characters. I just like to play with them.
Day 7 Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2094
Tags: original character death, angst, pining, hurt/comfort, language
Chapter 7
Sirius
Johnny Cash, âHurtâ
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Sirius apparated to the secluded alley behind the shops, and strolled toward the tattoo parlor. As he walked he pondered what the next six months without Silas was going to be like. He would likely be spending more time with Remus. Other than James and Lily, who else did he have? Coffee at Potterâs Wheel might turn into the highlight of his day. It would at least guarantee he wasnât alone in his misery.
What about that Logan guy? He was rather good looking, in a rough sort of way. If one was into that sort of thing. Had Remus called him yet? Maybe he could live vicariously through Remus in a relationship. Thatâs assuming Remus could let go of his crazy âromantic quarantineâ theory. Although, that might make him miss Silas more. At the very least, Sirius would hold tight to the memory of his last day with Silas.
After their shared morning shower, Sirius helped Silas get everything packed that he would need for the next six months. They worked together to prepare an early dinner and ate it in the garden. Then they sat outside until long after the sun had gone down just being together, and talking about nothing and everything.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he walked right past the tattoo parlor and the flower shop. It wasnât until he was nearly a block away that he realized what he had done, and turned around to retrace his steps. Remus stepped out the front door as he drew level with the shop.
âHey, Sirius.â
âMorning, Remus.â
âGet a portkey sorted?â
âYep.â He pulled a fob watch from out of his pocket and held it up for Remus to see. âWeâve got about 10 minutes before it activates, so we had better hurry and get out of Muggle view.â
Remus nodded and set off down the sidewalk toward the apparating alley. Sirius fell in step beside him.
âSo...did you call Logan?â
Remus scoffed and rolled his eyes. âNo.â
âWhat?!â Sirius couldnât believe he was being so obtuse. âWhy not? He was clearly into youâŚâ
Remus sighed.Â
â...and he was gorgeous.â
They reached the entrance to the alley and Remus stopped. âSirius.â He massaged between his eyebrows.
âRemus.â He said in a friendly mocking tone.
Sirius pulled the fob watch out of his pocket and held it out so Remus could place a finger on it. A few seconds later, he felt a tug behind his navel, and they were whooshed off to Sennan, Penzance. The outskirts at least. They landed about a mile south of the official View Point.
Portkey was not Siriusâ favorite way to travel. He much preferred apparating. At least with apparition, he could stay on his feet. As he could have predicted, upon landing, he found himself on the ground in a tangle with Remus.
âShit! You ok?â He asked as he helped Remus to his feet.
Both men dusted themselves off and looked around. They appeared to have landed on a somewhat rocky outcrop. Luckily, they also landed on the grassiest bit of the outcrop, which made for at least a semi-soft landing. Salty ocean air invaded their nostrils, and the sound of ocean waves could be heard. Sirius bent over and picked the fob watch from off the ground.
âThis is also our ticket home. But it doesnât activate until 4 oâclock. I figured we could also grab a bite and check out the area.â He gave Remus a hardy pat on the shoulder and pocketed the watch. âWhat do you think?â
âWhoa!â Remus cried, balancing on one leg. He seemed to still be unsteady on his legs from the portkey, and the shoulder pat almost knocked him over again.Â
Sirius grabbed Remus' arm to prevent him from toppling over. âSorry!â he apologized. âLetâs get going before I really hurt you,â he added with a laugh.
Remus raised his eyebrows in agreement and the pair set off towards the path which they had landed near.
After a few minutes of walking in comfortable silence, Sirius decided to ask the question that had been nagging at him all morning. âWhy are you not going to call Logan?â
Remus shot him a sidelong glance.
âCome on! You can tell me. I want to know why my best friend is determined to be miserable and alone.â
âIâm not miserable!â
âTell that to your face.â
âWait...Iâm your best friend?â Remus neck flushed.
âWell yeah, dummy. One of them at least. Other than you, James, Lily, and Silas...who else do I hang out with?â Wow...thatâs kinda sad, if you think about it. Sirius decided not to think about it. It was what it was.
Remus smiled and threw his arm around Sirius' shoulder. âIs it possible to have more than one best friend though? Doesnât the term âbestâ imply there can only be one?â
âWell, you see, James is my oldest best friend. And by extension, as his wife, Lily is also my best friend. You are my newest best friend.â Sirius glanced at Remus to see if he wanted to interject. When he did not, he continued. âWe have coffee together everyday. You were the first person to whom I showed the letter from Silas, and you were the first person I asked to come with me today. Whoâs your best friend then? Who is this person youâve never mentioned as long as Iâve known you?â
They walked a few steps in contemplative silence; the wind whistling through their hair.
Then Remus chuckled. âPoint taken,â he said. âThanks for being my best friend.â His eyes and smile lit up.
Siriusâ breath caught as he observed the light in Remusâ face. Just as quickly as that sensation surfaced, so did another...shame. He felt his scalp prickle, and he winced on the inside. Fresh on the heels of a âbest friendâ speech, while at an outing specifically for your serious boyfriend, is not an ideal time to get a swhooshing feeling in your stomach when your best friend smiles at you. Sirius reprimanded himself, and decided to bury those feelings until a later time. He also pulled away from Remus' arm around his shoulder.
The path was beginning to become more crowded with people as they neared the View Point. They could see a cluster of buildings ahead, presumably comprising the Visitorâs Center.
âYou still didnât answer my question.â Sirius pressed.
âWhat question was that?â
Feigning ignorance, I see. âWhy are you not going to call Logan, and why are you determined to remain alone and miserable?â
âOh, yeahâŚâ was all Remus said.
Fine. Sirius thought, and decided to drop it. Iâll figure you out one day.
They continued the walk along the path until they came to the Signpost. It read:
âNew York 3147â
âThree thousand, one hundred, forty-seven miles awayâŚâ Sirius said. He took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. âSix...bloody...months.â
âIt will be alright.â
âHow do you know?â
Remus placed a hand on Siriusâ shoulder. âBecause youâre my best friend, and Iâll be here for you.â
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Three months passed without much incident. Life for Sirius continued much the same as it always had. Morning coffee had turned into the highlight of his day, as predicted. On his days off he would hang out with either James and Lily, or Remus.
Spending time with James and Lily usually centered around something to keep Harry entertained. Sirius didnât mind because he loved spending time with his godson. Their outings often included something that involved animals. The kid had a natural inclination toward snakes that was a little strange.
Time spent with Remus was a nice break from toddler amusing activities. The first time Sirius suggested they go see an Indie film playing at the theatre around the corner, he had to practically drag Remus there. At the end of the movie, Remus conceded it wasnât as bad as he thought it would be, but he still preferred a quiet art museum.Â
He would write to Silas every two or three days to let him know what was going on. Silas would write back when he was able. He moved around a lot and was able to get out a letter about once a week.
Silasâ letters were always full of discovery and adventure. His team started out in Maine and were working their way through the forested region down the East Coast. Their main objective was to document observations of native American magical animals in their natural habitat.
Then Sirius didnât hear anything back for a couple weeks. He was sitting with Remus at the Potterâs Wheel for an after work coffee.
âIâm sure everything is fine.â Remus had been attempting to reassure him for the past ten minutes.
Both men looked up at the peck peck peck at the window next to them. A tawny owl was flapping there with a letter attached to itâs leg. Sirius jumped up and ran out the door. His heart thudded in his chest. Finally! He took the scroll from the owl and it flew away. The untidy scrawl across the top was not Silasâ handwriting. Hair on the back of Siriusâ neck stood on end. It was addressed to him though. Unable to wait, he ripped open the letter, and read:
Dear Mr. Black,
We regret to inform you of a terrible accident involving Mr. Oleander. While on a field mission in central Maryland, his team was the victim of a Snallygaster attack. Mr. Oleanderâs body was not found at the scene, and is presumed deceased.
Greatest sympathies,
Magizoologist Office, UKÂ
Sirius read through the short note again, and again, and again. His brain was unable to process or believe what he was reading. He slid down the window until he was sitting on the ground, and his tears fell upon the parchment. They fell upon the words that brought his entire world crashing down around him.
He was vaguely aware of handing the letter to Remus. A person on either side of him grasped him under the arms and pulled him to a standing position. He supposed he walked somewhere, because when he woke up, he was on a couch he did not recognize.
Maybe it was a nightmare. But whose couch is this? He felt the soft suede under his fingers and looked around. âHello?â His voice was hoarse. He felt a wave of nausea as he moved to a sitting position.
Remus came into view, holding two teacups. âHello.â He sat one on the coffee table, and kept the other for himself. âHow are you feeling?â he asked, taking a seat in an eclectic mid-century modern chair across from the couch and crossing his legs.
âLike Iâm going to be sick.â Sirius looked around for a wastebasket, or the bathroom. Anything so as to not vomit all over Remus or his furniture.
âBathroomâs through there if you need it.â Remus pointed toward a door leading off from the room. âTry the tea though. Itâs Peppermint Ginger. Should help your stomach.â
Sirius reached for the tea and gave it a sip. Not bad. He didnât want to talk, so he glanced around what he assumed was Remusâ flat above the Tattoo Lounge. One entire wall was a bookshelf filled with books, which he found unsurprising. The titles he could make out from the couch appeared to be a varied collection of artist biographies and histories, and Muggle fiction; J.R.R. Tolkien featured prominently.
On the walls hung artwork he recognized as Remusâ style, because he had one similar hanging in his flat that Remus had gifted him at Christmas last year. Floral arranging was an art in itâs own right, but the skill evident in these pieces was exquisite. Some were done in Muggle-style, while others in wizard-style. Even the Muggle-style pieces looked so real, like they could jump off the canvas and walk around in the room. His best friend was an enigma wrapped in a tough shell; a puzzle he hadnât cracked yet.
âWant to talk about it?â
He squinted his eyes closed. Unbidden came an image of Silas on their last morning together. He shook his head, and the nausea reared its ugly head again. Clasping his hands in front of his mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at Remus.
âOk,â Remus said softly. âHow about a shower? Or a bath? I think I have some fizzy bath bombs.â
In spite of himself, Sirius let out a little chuckle. âBath bomb. Definitely.â
A/N: If youâve followed the story this far, then Iâm going to warn you now so you can mentally and emotionally prepare yourself...Sirius is not going to handle this death well. The next few chapters are going to get pretty dark, but I PROMISE it will get happier. This has a Wolfstar endgame after all. ;)
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Whatâs wrong kid? (8)
Reader x Single dad!JaehyunÂ
Genre: Fluff
Words: 3.7k
Prompt: You notice a child crying at a school playground. You decide to see whatâs up and meet an extremely stressed/extremely handsome father.
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âGod is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?â You muttered completely hanging upside down on the couch doing nothing as the pressure of blood flowed into your brain. Ten, who was scrolling through his phone, used his free hand to poke you with a stray pillow.
âWeâll drink and get over it. Are you okay?â He was met with grunts as you slid onto the floor. He was gearing up to join you when the doorbell rang. Very swiftly, you enforced the ânose goesâ rule and smirked as he begrudgingly went to answer it.
You were pleasantly surprised to see Johnnyâs gigantic stature from your place on the ground.
âI think youâve been over more than Jaehyun. Congratulations. What do you want?â You turned into a sitting position. Johnny, still in his âcasualâ suit and tailored made trench coat, chuckled and held out a hand to help you up.
âI'm bored and would like to have a father-daughter afternoon.â You tilted your head in confusion because Johnny was the cool uncle type rather than father, but the rare innocent smile on his face forced you to keep the thought to yourself.
You were content with staying in your nicely heated apartment lounging around all day, but unfortunately you had a soft spot for him. You took his hand and was brought up. Telling him to hang out with Ten for about twenty minutes, you ventured into your room to get ready.
You put on some light makeup and picked out a Johnny approved outfit. It was snowing out, so you stole one of Kunâs scarfs as Johnny pulled you out into the cold.
He told you that he didnât have any definitive plans as you drove onto the highway. You were about to criticize his poor planning when you got an email from the Menâs Wearhouse. You scanned the email and looked up at Johnny.Â
âI can feel you boring holes into my face, whatâs up?â He asked not looking away from the road.
You weighed your options; it would be easy and convenient to have Johnny take you, but the possibility of him telling Jaehyun was risky. On the other hand, the thought of having to leave your house later to do something you could do now was annoying.
âI trust you more than I should.â You sighed. âI need to pick up Jaehyunâs gift.â
âIâll beat you to it. If I tell him anything youâll kill me.â He smirked. âWhere are we going shorty?â Â
You scoffed and inserted the address into the gps.
âItâs how much!?â You held on tightly to your card, eyes blown out in shock. The older gentleman that helped you before had his same warm smile which somehow made things worse.Â
âThe total is $150.â He gestured to the screen. You were too focus at the price that you missed Johnnyâs whistle behind you.
âMan thatâs pricey. By your standards of course, but I got it.â Johnny said coolly going into his pocket. You stopped his arm with more force than needed.
âI will end you.â You threatened, but the pout you displayed made you look more like a sad kitten than anything. You swiped your card before you could regret it and was handed the velvet box. The man wished you both happy holidays as you exited the shop. You were too busy looking at your bank account to care that Johnny took the gift out your hands and inspected it.
âBoring and right up Jaehyunâs alley. Congrats.â He carefully placed it in one of your coat pockets, making sure to button it close. âCome on, let me treat you to lunch.â He didnât wait for you to reply as he intertwined his arm with yours and dragged you to the car.
Johnny was pretty predictable, so you werenât surprised when he took you to some upscale ritzy restaurant. Upon his instructions, you didnât look at the prices of anything and ordered a steak that you were a hundred percent sure cost the same as rent. You were sipping on the sweetest wine the place had to offer when you realized something.Â
âYouâre a good friend.â You said suddenly, leaning back into your chair. Johnny looked up from his food in confusion as you continued. âI hope you genuinely like hanging out with me, but your trying to help Jaehyun figure out what to get me, right?â
âClever guess, but wrong. Jaehyun already bought your gift.â He laughed reaching over the table to ruffle your hair. âI really just wanted a father-daughter day.â He smiled softly.Â
After lunch you spent the rest of the afternoon trying to stop Johnny from buying everything he thought would look cute on you and failing. It was nearing the evening when you finally talked him into taking you home, complaining that neither of you had any arm room left.Â
âSomething tells me that you were always this wealthy.â You stated, stuffing the rest of the bags in the back seat and hopping in yours.
âWhat gave me away? My complete disregard of a price tag or the car?â He joked.Â
âBoth.â You laughed. âNo offense, you just give off a âtrust fund kid, never eaten ramenâ vibe sometimes.â
He chuckled, but nodded. âNone taken. Youâre half right. Came from money. My father owns an information company in Chicago, while my mom owns a fashion company in New York. I was set the moment I was born.â He said proudly.  âI was kind of an asshole as a child and was sent to this boarding school in New Jersey. It was middle school when I met Jaehyun. Iâll let him tell you all the shit we got into, but he was the first person to introduce me to ramen. He loved it, but I wasnât much of a fan.â There was something in his eyes that soften ever so slightly as he traveled down memory lane in his head. âIâve known that loser my whole life.â He smiled more to himself than to you.Â
âYou make him happy.â He used the red light as an opportunity to look at you. âIâve seen him hit rock bottom and try his hardest to fill holes that were impossible to fix. Hyunjin does a good job, but she herself has holes that she's too young to notice. But you,â His laugh was light in wonder. âyou just appeared out of nowhere like an angel and started sewing their holes shut.â
The light changed and he sent you one final smile before turning his attention back to the road. âSo thanks for that.âÂ
The rest of the car ride was filled with music as you were rendered speechless. Johnny didnât pressure you into saying anything and you appreciated it. He helped you bring all the bags up into your apartment.Â
You knew he wasnât much of a hugger, but you found yourself wrapping your arms tightly around him. You felt the light vibrations of him laugh as he hugged you back.Â
âI take it I'm your new favorite.â He laughed, ruffling your hair as you let go. âSee you later shorty.â He smiled as he left.Â
It was early in the evening and it was right around the time you would make your way over to Jaehyunâs. After trying to find the closet space for all the new clothes that was gifted upon you, you found yourself getting ready to do just that.
But, there was a moment of hesitation as you skidded over to your phone. Youâd totally forgotten that Renjun and Yangyang were leaving for China in the morning. You smiled and opened up the group chat, adding Kun and Ten to it.
âLetâs do something tonight!â You sent the message and it took exactly three minutes for you to regret your life choices. Jaemin made a poll and clubbing became the main victor. You sent a âI hate you allâ text, tossed your phone, and grabbed one of the outfits Johnny bought you. You still had on makeup from earlier, so you were the first one done.Â
You wandered into Tenâs room and flopped on his bed as he got ready, wrapping yourself into a cocoon with his covers.
âSomeone put in very little effort.â He judged, getting up from his desk chair to sit next to you. He handed you his eyeliner, a silent gesture for you to help him.
âSomeone has a man and would rather go laser tagging.â You shot back as you gently tight lined his eyes. âYou know you and Kun are our responsible sober adultsâ tonight.â You informed. You were met with rolled eyes that contradicted his smile.
âSomeoneâs got to keep the kids safe.âÂ
It didnât take long for everyone to arrive. Kun and Ten took four each and headed to the downtown clubbing district. Ten was ready to throw both you and Jeno out the car since you both rather be anywhere but there and wouldnât shut up about it. Â No one questioned Jaemin as he ushered the group passed the long line into the club. You turned to see him high-five the bouncer and laughed because that was such a Jaemin thing to do.Â
You wandered passed the dancefloor and various bodies to the bar. Ten, who immediately forgot about his adult responsibilities, had ordered a raspberry vodka. You smiled as you swiftly took it out his hand and downed it, shooing him away in the process. Â
You werenât much for dancing, so you found a comfortable place at the bar where you could watch your friends act like complete fools. You turned to order another drink when one was placed in front of you. You looked up confused at the bartender only to have him nod his head at the male sitting next to you before walking off.Â
The really handsome guy that you just now noticed smiled at you. Smiling back and noticing his drink, you called over the bartender again and ordered another drink. He was confused, but placed it in front of you. Smoothly, you slid it over to the stranger who looked more confused.
âReturning the nice gesture.â You stated, spinning around on the stool to look at your friends. Even in the poorly lit room you could see the murderous intent in their eyes. Laughing, you threw up a âokayâ sign and they returned to their dancing.Â
âSeungcheol.â He introduced, holding out his hand.Â
âY/n. Taken.â You smiled as you shook his hand. Your smile widened as he laughed.
âThatâs okay. I hope the drink wasnât too awkward.â He nervously rubbed his neck. You told him it wasnât.Â
Naturally a conversation started between you two. You were both dragged there by your friends, who were oddly dancing around each other. Somewhere in between the jokes, laughs, and drinks, an existential crisis creeped its ugly way into your mind making it a bit hard to focus. In every case before now, you would flirt a little and make out in the bathroom until one of your friends would drag you home.Â
The conversation gradually became one-sided on his part; you tried to stay engaged, but with the aid of alcohol in your system you eventually fell flat. He was quick to pick it up, stopping midway through a joke to look at your sudden somber disposition. With a bit of hesitation, he lightly tapped your hand.
âOkay why do you look like a kicked puppy? Am I bothering you?â He worried, moving a bit back into his seat to give more space between you two. His dejected tone caught your attention and you hurriedly shook your head.Â
âNo, its just.â You sighed, letting your cheek lean into your palm. You let out an empty laugh and continued to shake your head. âNothing.â Â You lied.
There was something in his eyes that soften as you played with your empty drink. âI know itâs usually the bartenders that listen to random people problems, but that guy looks like he hates everything and I'm an excellent listener.â He offered.
You werenât one to flood people with your troubles, friend and stranger alike, but there was something comforting and accepting about him.
You sighed. âMy boyfriend said I love you a few months back and I havenât said it back.â You found yourself saying. You watched his face grimaced. âYeah, I know.âÂ
Wordlessly, he got the bartenderâs attention and pointed to your empty glass.Â
After securing you another drink, he continued.
âSo, whatâs the problem?â He asked.Â
âThatâs the thing, there isnât one. He's downright perfect. Even with a kid.â You paused for a moment. âHis daughter is amazing which makes him more amazing.â You groaned letting your arm fall as you laid your head on your forearm.Â
âAh, youâre afraid.â He acknowledged. You sat there and let his words simmer for a moment. In your more sober mindset you would deny immediately, it was a stupid reason to be afraid, but somehow you found yourself nodding.
âThere's just too much finality with the word love.â You confessed softly to the point you werenât sure he heard you. He looked down at you sadly as he traded out your drink with water.
Silence engulfed you two, the music and loud laughter for the outside world that seem to dim made its way back into your ears. The alcohol making everything slightly louder than you were comfortable with.Â
âI know I donât know you well, but let me ask you one question that you donât have to tell me the answer to.â His soft eyes had a sliver of sharpness around the edges. âIn this moment right now do you see yourself growing old with him?âÂ
You of course knew the answer; youâve had countless daydreams about it. Waking up every morning wrapped in his arms, helping Hyunjin with her hair before school, late minute dates, forcing Jaehyun to watch more horror movies with you, tending to the garden with Hyunjin, putting her to bed, watching her grow up, arguing, making up, the whole nine yards. Until youâre both gross and wrinkly.Â
You didnât notice the smile make its way on your face until Seungcheol proudly pointed it out.Â
âTake out your phone, I want updates.â He pulled out his phone and you two exchanged numbers.
It was nearing midnight and you were beyond ready to go. You couldnât fathom how your friends had the energy to keep going, but they always had a way of surprising you. With a sad smile you turned towards Seungcheol.
âNot that youâre not amazing company, but I'm tired an-â
âI got you.â He waved over your friends. Kun, who finally manage to get out of Tenâs grasp, saw and about ran to you. He, of course, was ready to throw hands just in case. But, after some talking you calmed him down and introduced the two. You turned to pick up your bar tab when it was whisked away by Seungcheol.Â
âHave a good night.â He winked, disappearing to the other side of the bar before you could protest. Laughing and shaking your head, you returned your attention back to Kun. Biting your lip and looking past him you could see the rest of your friends still having fun. You didnât want to take Kun away from that, but wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed.Â
âCan you call me a ube-â
âIâll drive.â He cut you off. âTenâs with them. He's more responsible than we give him credit for. Iâll come back after dropping you off.â He smiled. It wasnât every day that Kun complimented Ten, so you decided not to tell him about earlier.Â
âJaehyunâs place right?â He asked, a cheeky smile gracing his face.
âYouâre the best.â You hopped down for your stool and leaned on Kun as he guided you out the club. You made sure to stop by Renjun and Yangyang to hug them bye and wished them safe travels.
The car ride was filled with Kunâs ballad playlist which was a welcoming change from the loud EDM music you had to suffer through. Just like you the first time, Kun stood and gawk at how nice Jaehyunâs house was.Â
âMy baby is moving up in the world.â He whistled. He walked you to the door making sure you had your keys before hugging you bye.Â
The living room lights were off and given the time you guessed he retired to bed. Clumsily, you dropped your bag on the couch and made your way down the hallway. You stopped by Hyunjin and snickered at her chaotic sleeping form, looking apologetically at the stuff animals at got kick or punched on the floor. Gently you closed her door and noticed Jaehyunâs office light was still on.
You wandered over and leaned against the doorframe. He was too focused on his laptop and you decided not to alert him to your presence yet. You stood there for a few minutes watching him in deep concentration, smiling at how soft he looked in his ruffled hair and round glasses.
âBoo.â You said, craving his attention. You laughed at how he jumped in surprise, but melted when his smile blossomed. He got out his seat and made his way over to you.
âWhat are you doing here?â He smiled holding your face.
âI missed you.â You whispered. He cooed at the statement and leaned in for a kiss. He quickly leaned back and looked at you confused.
âAlcohol?â He asked.
You nodded. âI went out with friends. Kun drove me here.âÂ
He gently stroked your cheek and thanked you for being responsible. You told him he could return to his work, but he wasnât having any of that. Abandoning his laptop, he guided you to the bedroom. You walked into the closet and grabbed one of his shirts to change in. When you walked back into the room he was seated on the bed, your box of skin care by his side. He smiled and padded the space next to him. Chuckling, you sat yourself.
âI'm not that drunk. I can do it.â You explained.
âNope. I want to.â He beamed. He pulled out your makeup wipes and gently wiped your face. You started to laugh which caught his attention.
âYouâre going to need to use more force than that.â You laughed handing him another wipe. He made an âoâ shape and applied a bit more pressure. He used more wipes than needed, but you kept that to yourself. After he was done, you went to cleanse your face with the promise he could finish the rest.Â
He had seen your routine countless times, so you closed your eyes and let him go at his own pace.
âDid you have fun?â He asked quietly.
âKind of. I mostly talked to this guy at the bar.â You answered honestly. His hands stilled for a millisecond. It was something you would have missed if you werenât hyperaware of his every movements.Â
âOh. What did you talk about?âÂ
âYou. He was a chill guy.â Your eyes opened slowly as you smiled. You saw the smile make its way on his face as he nodded.
âWell I'm glad you kind of had fun.â He finished padding in your eye cream and tapped your nose.Â
âBeautiful.â The same amount of love in his eyes was being conveyed in his voice as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. Your heart picked up speed at the intensity of his gaze, so you got on your knees and engulfed him in a hug. You smiled at the melodic laughter that calmed your very soul as he held onto you.
âMan I should do this more often.â He gently stroke your head, swaying you side to side.
âThanks for being you.â You mumbled softly into his neck. He placed a kiss on the crown of your head before pulling the cover to tuck you in. He left to put your box back and turn off the lights.
âThe park by my office is decorated as a winter wonderland. Lets go with Hyunjin tomorrow.â He crawled into bed.
âI'm down.â You said with no hesitation.Â
âLet me guess, youâre going to be bouncing around like a child.â
âWithout a doubt.â
âI'm getting beach flashbacks.â He sighed, but there was no mirth behind it.
You found your usual place cuddled into his chest. âGoodnight my human teddy bear.â You joked.
âGoodnight my beautiful doll.â
It was one of those rare times, you were awake before Jaehyun. Usually you would wake up in a cloud of confusion, wondering what events you had to do that day or other random thing. But, there was nothing, just clarity. You grabbed a piece of hair and started to tickle Jaehyunâs nose. His hand was on your side, so on instinct he tickled you back. Youâre laughter brought him out of his dreamy state.Â
âStop, I need your undivided attention.â You giggled trying to come down from laughing.Â
âYou always have my attention.â He smiled, draping his arm back over your side.
âThanks.â You started. âI need to say this before I overthink or wuss out. So, I wanted to say this last night, but I had alcohol in my system and I'm not tactless. But, you were doing the most mundane thing and I swear my heart was going a mile a minute which is becoming a frequent thing. I was going to wait till Christmas to make a grand display of my feelings while I gave you your really lame gift, but thatâs not how I am and thatâs not what love is to me. Itâs the feeling I have right now warm in your arms with messy hair and sleep in my eyes, which is fine because you tell me I'm beautiful every morning.â You smiled. âI love you Jaehyun.â
âI know.â He whispered, smile beaming brighter than ever. You move your arm to hit his chest, but was stopped when he grabbed your face and place a kiss that took your breath away. Your eyes fluttered close and you let yourself get sucked into his warmth. He slowly pulled away and bumped foreheads with you. The laughter that left him was that of a child on Christmas day. Pure happiness. It was infectious and you found yourself laughing too. Grabbing his cheek, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
âI love you dummy.â
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FIC: Terms of Engagement ch.6
Summary: Rus is still a kid himself and with his life turned upside-down, he has no idea how heâs going to take care of his baby brother. Having other kid skeletons appear in his world wasnât exactly the help he was looking for.
Tags: Pre-Spicyhoney, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Underswap Papyrus, Underswap Sans, Undertale Sans, Undertale Papyrus, Babybones, Scientist W. D. Gaster, Possible Past Child Abuse, Skellie Daycare, Growing Up Together, Big Brothers Caring For Their Little Bros, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Violence
Notes: Finally an update!
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Rus couldnât say how long the walk to Snowdin was. He drifted in and out of sleep, occasionally blinking out hazily from the safety of strong arms to see Edge skirting more traps, working his way through icy puzzles, and before he realized it, heâd drowse off again. Healing magic was draining on both sides of the equation; the Monster doing the healing using up magic to urge bones to knit or HP to rise, and the one getting healed was stuck dealing with the unnatural aftereffects. Eating some good food or sleeping it off was about the only way to handle it, and Rus was fresh out of snacks.
The last time he roused, Rus lifted his head and found himself gaping at a tall, sturdy fence. Honestly, it was more like a wall with the same graffiti and barbed wire as the sentry post in the woods. Every few feet were roughly painted letters warning off XP hunters, declaring Snowdin under the protection of the Royal Guard. What that sentry post didnât have was the shielding Rus could feel coming off of it, strong enough to make him cringe, beating a tattoo of warning inside his skull. No single Monster did that, not even a Boss Monster; that was the work of dozens, the spell constantly reinforced.
What kind of place had Edge brought him to?
Edge carried him up to the gate, lifting a heavy fist to pound on it. An eyehole slid open, two deep brown eyes surrounded by equally dark fur widening as they peered out. Rus flinched, curling in closer to Edgeâs chest, away from the gaze he could feel moving over him.
âCaptain?â
âProtocol,â Edge snapped.
âSorry, sir,â The Monster blustered out, âPassword.â
âTea kettle,â Edge said and there was the sound of many bolts being thrown before the door swung open. Edge strode through immediately, the gate quickly shut behind him.
âBringing in a prisoner, captain?â The Monster sounded doubtful, like maybe this wasnât the norm.
âNo. A friend.â A hand on his skull urged Rus gently to look up and he did, blinking at a familiar face that was nonetheless unknown to him. Robbie was a massive Bear Monster back in his Snowdin. Here he was larger still, already fierce teeth larger and more saw-edged, and a large, furless scar ran jaggedly down the side of his face. But rather than threatening, he only seemed confused and Rus wince back as a Check fell over him.
âNo LV?â Not-Robbie said disbelievingly. âHow long as he been out of stripes?â
âLong enough,â Edge said, tinged with impatience. âNow let me through.â
The Bear scrambled back, mumbling apologies, but the weight of his gaze followed them as Edge strode away.
Inside the walls was a more familiar sight. Tidy houses, their windows lit, and if they maybe looked a little more rundown without the Gyftmas lights that liberally decorated his Snowdin, the windows crisscrossed with bars, it was still a relief to see Monsters on the street with grocery bags in hand and a small group of children in ragtag stripes playing, laughing and tossing snowballs as they ran.
Every Monster they passed spoke to Edge, a variety of greetings that all boiled down to a form of, âGood morning, Captain.â
None of them talked to Rus, though he could feel their curious gazes crawling up his spine.
There wasnât really a way to describe the surreality of being carried up to a house that was a near exact copy of his own, sitting plumly in an entirely other world. Only this house had a row of locks strung down the door jamb rather than colorful lights, its windows barred with scrolling iron, and again Rus could feel shielding prickle over him. Edge shifted Rus to one arm as he undid the row of locks, opening the door and carrying him in. He kicked the door shut behind him, hard enough to make the house shudder.
âbro?â Called from the kitchen. âwhat are you doing home already?â
âI brought you a gift,â Edge called back. Rus tried not to cringe at that; he already felt a little like a bone drug home by an enthusiastic dog and there was a thought he shouldnât be having after already nearly ending up a chew toy.
The kitchen door swung open and a short skeleton came out, wiping his hands on a towel. Red, it was Red, Rusâs blurred, childish memory laid overtop his vision, only instead of the boots he remembered, Red was wearing a pair of fuzzy pink slippers that seemed incongruous paired with his sharky teeth. No jacket in sight, he was actually wearing an apron of all things over his t-shirt and shorts, and when his crimson eye lights glanced over Rus, he only shook his head in resigned amused, âboss, what have i told you about bringing home strays?â
âIâd like to keep this one,â Edge said dryly. âHave a closer look, it took me a moment as well.â
That humor faded into shock as Red stepped closer. He froze, his sockets going wide, ârus? what the fuck are you doing here?â
âBrother,â Edge interrupted. He grunted, shifting Rus in his arms. âheâs cold and hurt, and not particularly light, if you donât mind?â
âsure, yeah,â Red shook his head and stepped back out of the way, âyeah, fuck, bring him over here.â
Edge settled Rus on the sofa with a guttural sound of relief while Red shoved a somewhat tatty throw pillow under his leg and dragged a blanket off the back to tuck around him.
With an unexpectedly gentle touch, Red inspected the torn pant leg, tutting at the damage, âdidnât heal him? after all that bitching you put out while you was learning how?â
âI did.â Edge was turned away, kicking off his boots on the mat. âHe was hurt too badly for me to finish, I couldnât risk being drained out at the borders.â
âdamn,â Red hissed, prodding at one of the bruises hard enough that Rus ground his teeth against a cry. âmustâve been nasty.â
âIt was,â Edgeâs voice echoed within the heavy chestplate as he struggled to lift it over his head. âHe stepped into one of the razor-wire traps.â
Red let out a low whistle, âshit, good thing he still has his leg.â He moved that prodding finger up to Rusâs sternum and gave him a sharp poke. âdidnât hurt your chatterbox, didja?â
âwhat?â Rus managed, thinly. Years ago, heâd read Blue a bedtime story about a girl named Alice, lost in a Wonderland. He felt something like that now, the rabbit hole heâd tumbled through leading him someplace strange and awful, and Rus didnât think heâd be surprised if the Queen came barreling through the kitchen door demanding his head.
âyouâre awful quiet,â Red said, speculatively, jarring him from his tumbling thoughts. âshit, we ainât seen you in close to twenty years, you got nothing to say?â
âi...yes, yes, i do!â Rus burst out. He heaved in a pained breath, all the strain piled on top of him since the moment heâd fallen through that awful shortcut clenching tight in his chest. No, no, it was much longer than that. Since the moment a portal stopped opening and heâd lost two of his only friends, and all of that poured out him in a tangled clot of words, âyou...you complete asshole! you lying, stupid prick! you were supposed to come live with us, why didnât...what happened to you, where did you go?! asshole!â
âyeah, that was more like what i expected.â Red settled back on his heels. He reached back to untie his apron, slipping it over his head. âcouldnât get through with the machine, am i right?â
âyes! it didnât work, it only flashed warning lights,â Rus paused, took a deep, hitching breath before he said, âred, it wasnât me, i swear, i had nothing to do with it. i really wanted you two to come stay with us.â
Red was already shaking his head. âcourse not,â he scoffed. âifâd been you, you would have taken along the kid and left me, yeah?â
âiâŚâ He would have, had even thought of it in that first moment of panic when he saw Redâs LV. It was harder to admit that here, with Red looking straight at him and this newer version of Edge over by the door, peeling off that wicked armor.
But Red nodded knowingly, âyeah. itâs okay, rus. cause i was the one who did it. pulled the plug and the fuses, every one of âem.â
âyou,â Rus said slowly. Heâd always suspected something like that, played so many scenarios over and over in his skull. In one of them, Red was too afraid to leave his world, maybe, selfishly keeping his baby brother with him. Thatâd been one of the worst, too many times Rus curled up in his bed while that ran through his skull, picturing sweet little Edge afraid and weeping while his own cheek bones were soaked with tears. He wiped one away now on his sleeve impatiently. He wasnât a kid anymore, and he wanted answers. âwhy? why would you do that?â
âHe had to, Russy,â Edge said, low. Rus jerked his head to look at him. Heâd stripped off the rest of the armor, all of it carefully settled on a sort of stand, and crimney, Rusâd helped Blue build his battle body, but compared to Edgeâs, it was probably about as effective as tissue paper. But the differences without it was staggering; with the bulk stripped away, Edge was left in a plain black shirt and matching pants, and he was almost as lanky as Rus, forcing him to rework his mental picture of Edge yet again. But there was still something of the little kid Rus knew in there and it was in his voice as he soothed, âLet him explain.â
âainât much to it,â Redâs gaze was steady, but his face went pinched and tight, âwe were packing up, getting ready to hit the portal over to underswap when they came.â
âthey?â
âXP Hunters,â Edge said, the words couched in a low growl.
Red nodded grimly. âthe ones iâd taken care of earlier, turned out they had pals. edge and me took care of âem, but that was when i realized we couldnât just pack up and go to underswap.â
âi donât understand,â Rus whispered. But he was very afraid he did.
Red lightly tapped his forehead. âthink about it, genius. the machine. we leave and the machine is sitting around waiting for any asshole to use, ainât it.â
Helplessly, Rus shook his head, but wasnât that the same thing he and Sans came to realize? Moving to a different world wasnât the answer, the machine had to be active for it to work, it would always be left behind. But.
âi shouldâve taken you two right, then,â Rus said thickly. His sockets burned, begging to cry over a childâs decision fifteen years gone. âshouldnâtâve have let you pack anything, i shouldâve--â
Edge made a low sound, face twisting as he reached out to him abortively, but he hesitated when Red waved him back.
ânah, donât you get it?â Red said. He took Rusâs hand in both his own, cool phalanges gently squeezing. â âs better that you didnât. eventually someone wouldâve come through. theyâdâve come and hurt you and blue, maybe did somethinâ worse. we couldnât let that happen.â
âbut edge, he couldâve--â Even as he said it, Rus knew the answer to that, Edge already shaking his head.
âI couldnât leave my brother,â Edge said firmly, âNot even for you, Russy.â
Yeah, okay, he got that, but. âwait. you said you two took care of them.â He recalled what the sentry said about his lack of LV, swallowed hard and refocused on Edge. Who only stood straighter as Rus Checked him, eye lights flashing as he lifted his chin.
Papyrus: LV 7
70 ATK
40 DEF
*heâs worried about you
âoh, kid,â Rus said, brokenly. He didnât want to think about it, he didnât, that sweet child, that little baby bones crying as burning cold LV settled into his soul. Edge who always giggled so easily and was so painfully astonished by treats and cheap magic tricks, and always, always, insisting that he and Rus would get married someday, oh, that poor little kid--
âIâm not ashamed of it,â Edge said stubbornly.
âhe donât need to be ashamed,â Red said and there was a touch of warning in his voice. âhe hasnât taken any more lv in years anyway. think youâd be proud of him, rus, he can take anyone down to 1 hp. that takes the fight out of most of em right quick. he sets those traps to keep the lv hunters at bay. edge got a pretty good look at your world back when you took the kiddos out to play and he was damned determined we could have something like that here in snowdin. it ainât perfect but we do what we can.â
Rus swallowed hard. âbut, the dogs--â
âI canât completely control the others, thatâs true,â Edge said. âWe take turns in the Guard so that no one personâs LV gets too high, but the Dogs can be a little...enthusiastic.â He moved to sit by Rusâs feet, reaching out to carefully cradle his injured ankle in warm hands, fingertips smoothing over the bones as he checked them. âAnd Iâm not a kid anymore, I left my stripes behind a while back, as you should know, the same as your brother. How is Blue, you were alone in the woods.â
âheâsâŚ.heâs good. heâs good. heâs...back home. i think.â Rus closed his sockets. Fear was starting to grow in his mind, threatening to overflow like bitter black coffee poured into a too-small cup. Please, let him be back home, donât let him find his way here to this nightmare.
âhey, HEY!â The shout so close to his audial canal made Rus gasp, panic receding. Red studied him, his crimson gaze seeing Angel only knew what. Abruptly, Red stood. âyeah, okay, i think russyâs had enough for now, bro, his eye lights are about swirlinâ.â He gave Edge a rough nudge with his elbow, jarring him from his inspection of Rusâs leg. âhowâs about you get him some of the quiche i just took out of the oven, should be cool enough by now.â
Edge nodded curtly and stood. Rus watched him go. It was so weird to think that this Edge was the baby bones who used to beg for rides on his shoulders. He latched on to that observation eagerly, better to think about this, and if he didnât think about Blue, about the void, then maybe it would be okay. From the look of him, Rus guessed Edge was probably still a few inches taller than him even without the boots.
âheâs so tall,â Rus mumbled. âbrings new meaning to all grown up.â
âyeah, and it was a bitch to feed gettinâ him that way, too.â Brotherly indulgence and pride faded, and Red took on a grim look. âand donât take it personal, the dogs coming after ya, they was only doing their job. snowdin is one thing, but out there in the woods, it can get pretty bad.â Red stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his slippered feet. âiâm getting that youâre about running on empty right about now, but i got one more question for you, rus, and itâs important. donât take this the wrong way, itâs damned good to see ya, but what the fuck are you doing here? how the hell did you even get here without our machine?â
Rus shivered as he recalled that shortcut, the cold of the void crushing him, the feeling from the machine shadowing over his soul, and whispered, âi donât know.â
âyeah.â Red sighed. He closed his sockets, rubbing a knuckle between his brow bones as if there was a growing ache there. âthatâs kinda what i was afraid of.â
The kitchen door swung open again and Edge came out with a plate holding a generous portion of quiche. It was probably delicious, better than any of his own efforts at cooking, but it may as well have been sawdust for all Rus tasted of it. Didnât help that he was hyper-aware of Red and Edge watching him eat, staring at him like a new Napstatton special.
As soon as he scraped up the last bite and forced it down, Red whisked the plate out of his hands. âokay, time for you to head upstairs and get some more sleep.â
âitâs the middle of the morning,â Rus protested. A gleefully hysterical voice chirped up in the back of his skull, that wouldnât his brother love this? Rus actually protesting taking a nap. Easier to think of that than the simple fact that he didnât know what else to do.
âYouâre still healing,â Edge said firmly. âTrust us, Russy, we know how to handle injured Monsters.â
Yeah. He bet they did. But he didnât protest as Edge leaned in, lifting him back into his arms. Rus awkwardly wound his arms around Edgeâs neck, holding on. This was so much different than before, it felt weirdly intimate being pressed against Edge without that heavy armor between them. Stupid, really, he used to carry Edge around all the time when he was little, how was this any different. Just helping out while Rus couldnât stand, was all, and Edge took the stairs a brisk two at a time, carrying him into a darkened room.
The light creeping in through the barred window didnât give Rus much of a view, but he didnât care. By the time Edge settled him on the bed, helping him draw up the blankets and settle his skull on the pillow, he was already half asleep.
âSleep well, Russy.â A soft, rough whisper.
Rus rolled over, curling up on the mattress sleepily as he mumbled, âyou can call me rus.â
âI really couldnât.â
He wanted to question the soft amusement in those words, wondered what Edge meant, but he was so tired, There was a faint touch on his skull, fingertips maybe?
Then the door closed softly behind light footsteps and Rus sank into oblivious sleep.
tbc
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Character/Location Descriptions for Fantasy High 2.10!
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Warning: emprisonment, multiple injuries, canon typical violence, multiple blood mentions, gross descriptions, poison mention, broken bone mention, vomit mention, torture mentions, trauma, abandonment,
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Brennan
"Free dad slap."
"You 'Ally'ed out of the box of doom!"
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New Character/s
Fire Elemental #3
Genderless
Was summoned and bound by the elves of old to protect the elemental pylon that powers the permanent magical effects of Ka'lethriel Tower, which transformed them into a monstrous fire thing along with 2 other fire elementals bound there
Was embrased by Fabian in a deep dip as he cradled their head and his sheet wrapped around them both and roiled above them
The power of Fabian's dance partially stunned them and took them out of active combat
The thing binding them to protect the pylon went when the fire pit helix was put out, causing them to change back to a creature with an elvan face of wreathing flame
They cry fire
They kissed Fabian softly on the lips (for 8 points of damage) and whispered in his ear (softly like flame) "Thank you. For my freedom. For my life." before disappearing
Established Characters
Arthur Aguefort
Slows localized time at Ka'lethriel Tower, opening a rift from his desk at the academy to talk to Adaine
Crawled through the rift after Adaine confirmed that her captors chose the way of pain
The way of pain involved Aguefort using new and experimental magic resulting him growing 450 feet tall (massive thudding steps), reaching up to grab the Sun (causing his veins to light up with golden fire and his mouth to fill with a fire that releases and races across the sky), calling thousands of terracotta Agueforts to burst out of the ground and sprint north, moving the Sun itself (leaving a burning scar across the sky), and shooting lasers the width of highways that have enough power to cap a mountain in one hit with lasers that shot out of his eye (which took on a golden bright glow)
He appeared to Kristen later (via a spell that appeared as a scroll glowing with illusionary magic with his name on it that allowed him video chat with her from back in Elmville) badly injured, wrapped up in bandages, bleeding a lot, and in pain.
The new magic tore up his guts so bad that by the time he got about 50 miles north of the tower, he "shit about an ocean of blood" and almost passed out (we can't get that big, 450 feet tall is too big)
Was also hit with a lot of powerful elven counter magic before he teleported back to Solace
His terracotta army fell apart when he left
Admitted that he had been going ham for a while since after Kristen snuck him into heaven, that being dead for a couple months really messed him up, and that attempting to destroy the government of Fallinel was "just too much"
Got in a lot of trouble with the government of Solace, will probably have to go to court, and he has to move the Sun back ("gotta figure out how to do that")
Dragged the Sun "a little bit north of where it should be" (causing the far south of the Earth to be colder and far north to be hotter), but said the Sun was "going in the right direction" and "still going around the Earth", resulting in clarifying that Spyre normally goes around the Sun, but he's not sure of what he did when he dragged it across the sky and that there was more of a poetic understanding of how things really work, but he still "really fucked up"
Kear/Keer
Was horrified by Augefort's actions
"I'm getting very confused and upset with everything that these children do."
Was poisoned and vomiting when Kristen banished her with a kiss on her face, came back when Kristen broke her ankle, and was banished again by Ayda who loudly pronounces "mwah!" while kissing her face like Kristen
Oak Warriors
8 foot tall
Look like green men (not automaton) made of magic with elven faces
Vulnerable to fire
Controled by Kear
Anguin
Was blinded by Kristen
Went invisible and ran
Was knocked unconscious by Fig and left in the vault (with some of his teeth knocked out) when Ka'lethriel Tower collapsed
Aelwyn
Kept awake for 5 months
Was rescued from the tower and fell unconscious/comatose immediately
Was carried out by Ayda
Even outside the orb, her body shook with the strain and effort
As she and Adaine tranced, a tiny piece of her abjurative magic (an innate cantrip, abjurer's ward) came back and she started building a shield around Adaine in her "sleep"
Was taken to a hot spring with elven healers by Adaine
Was unsure if they actually escaped or just died before trying to cast a feeble shield around Adaine again
Her mind was damaged and the torture had a profound and corrosive effect on her well being and memory
The inside of her mind looked like a city razed to the ground with crumbled walls, battlements, towers, and arcane defenses. Only a weird, vulnerable labyrinth of images remained
Has a deep self loathing (especially for not saying anything on Adaine's behalf against their parents) and a powerful fear of her parents. Her cowardice fed into her self loathing which fed into her cowardice in an endless loop.
Had an intense magical charm in the center of the labyrinth of her abjurations and a little faint enchantment with "Despite all of the torment and tribulation, let this be proof. I always knew there was only one person clever enough to find this." written on the outside. The charm was a custom modify memory spell (which The Court Of Stars had been searching for) and contained a saved unbroken version of her from before she was capture which overrode her current broken state once it was dispelled
Adaine
Found a sword in the vault while looking for a weapon to fight with
Later gave the sword Fan-dran-goorh to Fabian (was made by his grandpapa Tel'amine)
Held Aelwyn as they sleep
Detects magic on Aelwyn and find a faint whisper of enchant magic before using detect thoughts on her
Found and dispelled the magical charm within Aelwyn which returns her sister's mind to a version before she was captured by The Court of Stars
Gilear
Fluid in his feet, especially his right (due to rolling his ankle months ago) which now has a band of purple around it (possibly a bone issue) and causes him an ambiant throbbing pain and heat from all the extra blood (GO TO A DOCTOR!!!)
Tel'amine
Tried very hard to say "Gorgug" one last time, but just said "Chedge" and then cried and became really embarrassed when Gorgug responded "It sounds like literally no sound was correct in that."
Dances with Fabian at one point in the night to the sound of Fig's bass.
He and the other adults of Kylo Me'newra give teens grapes because they believe it will make them less horny (doesn't actually work)
Riz
Shot a fire elemental over Gorgug's thumbs up
"Stay positive."
Said "It's beautiful" about Fabian dancing with the fire elemental and shed a tear before saying "It's beautiful Gorgug" and lowering his gun, aiming at the last pitcher
Poked his head in when Adaine was about to go to sleep to ask if her sister was still trying to kill them (since she was just kind of there now), listens to her answer (doesn't think so, especially with her trauma), and then slowly (and awkwardly) backs out of the room as the sisters doze off together (after Ayda dropped her off)
Gorgug
Soot on his face and singed hair after being set on fire
Had his thumb knicked slightly when Riz shot over it
Fabian
Slashed the first fire elemental on his first two turns before hiding behind Gorgug
Had an elven sheet on hand which has the ability to put out fires, so he used to put out his friends
Danced and jumped with his sheet during the battle and did a bit of contact juggling with the fire
(On being kissed) "I take it. I take every point of that damage and I take it slowly. I can feel it. In my whole body."
Was left with red hot lips after kissing the fire elemental and (with a gulp) felt a glowing moat of fire travel down his throat and rest hot and warm in his chest
Had the sheet tied around him like a cape while traveling back to meet with the others
At Kylo Me'newra, danced (badly due to rolling a 1 and a 2) all night outside with his sheet (like nobody is watching) as the ground lit up behind him with a dull glow with each step. It helped him get in touch with his feelings and his body
Enjoys the taste of the flower his grandpapa gives him
Gorgug, Riz, and Fabian
Ran to and from their pylon with their arms back like anime characters
"I believe in you/us."
"Spring break!!!"
All three were burned from their fight
After getting back to Kylo Me'newra, Fabian danced all night while Riz and Gorgug watched (cradled in the boughs of treents that hummed a song as the trees rocked them)
Riz: You know? This place isn't so bad.
Gorgug: How did this part start happening?
Riz: I thought I was just gonna sit in a tree and it started singing to me.
Gorgug: Hey. Really not horrible.
Riz: Yeah.
Tel'amine: Yes. Really not horrible at all. *catches a blossom and shoves it into Gorgug's mouth* Eat it.
Gorgug: *chews*
Tel'amine: Yes.
Riz: Is it good or is it just a flower?
Gorgug: *shakes head*
Riz: It was beautiful.
Tel'amine: *glides off into the night*
Gorgug: *coughs and sticks his tongue out*
Riz: Did that dude just feed you a flower?
Gorgug: Yeah. *hacking sound*
Riz: That was insane.
Gorgug: It's a complex flavor, I don't like it.
Riz: That was insane.
Kristen
Unmade a oak warrior due to the annoyance of her spirit guardians
*appears behind Kear and puts her hand on her back* "You're on the wrong side, but you could join us if you want. Just something to think about." *casts banishment to give Kear time to think and kisses her on the side of the head before she goes*
Tried to ribbon dance fly down 10 stories in the middle of the tower and ended up just slamming into the floor at the bottom instead, breaking her ankle
Her spirit guardians attacked Anguin while he was invisible and trying to sneak into the vault, ending his invisibility
Used sending to get in contact with Jawbone (Jawbone. Hey. Having some trouble with Tracker. She's pretty upset at me. I keep saying the wrong thing. I kept something from her. Oops? -> Tough break kiddo. Happy to help if I can. Should I find a way to contact you other than this spell? -> Fuck yes. -> Hell yeah.)
Had a long distance talk with Jawbone (using Aguefort's video chat spell) where she got advice on not treating her partner as a means to an end and about transparency.
Fig
Gave Wicklaw's sword back to Leviathan
Disguised herself as a Arthur Aguefort (but with a bass guitar) and accidentally really upsets Ayda
Played a really sick guitar riff that would make all the gems dance (to persuade them somehow and find out more about gems) and ends up causing a large gem built into the base of the tower to crack and the tower to collapse (but not before grabbing a book on gems lore)
Tried to set Adaine's dad on fire with a pack of cloves as they left
Had a sleepover with Ayda (text link below)
Ayda
Brennan stated outside stream that an incarnation of Ayda has been living on Leviathan for a very long time, building the Compass Points. When she dies and is reborn, it is a true rebirth and her new incarnation has none of the memories of her previous forms, only knowing her previous selves from the written instructions they leave behind. Her current incarnation is the same age as Tracker (17).
Can fly with two other medium sized people (and later the two plus an underweight Aelwyn)
Immune to fire
Her dad is very triggering for her
Had a sleepover with Fig
(to Fig) "Have you said something so kind on purpose?"
When Fig attacked her as her dad (due to spell fail), she got very upset and said "Dad. Dad. I'm sorry. I'm done. I'm sorry. Dad. Dad." as Fig tried to calm her
When she counter spelled Angwin and Fig told her thank you, she answered "Whatever. I would help you, Fi-du-du-Dad. You're not my dad. You're Fig! Right? It's an illusion. Yes. You're Fig. I know. Why would I have carried my dad here? He never carried muh... me."
Told Fig that she might need to work through some of her stuff in battle as she "elected to have a disguise that was very upsetting."
After dispelling a spell on Fig that was gonna make her run away "Dad don't leave! I mean Fig! Fig don't leave."
Was very happy to see Adaine.
Said "My friend Kristen did this" before giving Kear a loudly pronounced "Mwah" kiss to the side of her head and banishing her again
Fig: How dare you do that the Arthur Augefort!
Ayda: PLEASE STOP THAT!
Fig: I know, but see, it's intimidating for them-
Ayda: It can't possibly be helping us more than it's hurting us!
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Location Descriptions
Ka'lethriel Tower (new details)
The tower itself is 10 stories tall and sits near a wall (with a gate) that surrounds the tower and the garden
Each floor has one room (save the top which has at least two)
The first floor holds a vault (which is normally protected by permanent magical effects) with a big locked door
There's a large gem built into the side of the tower within the vault
The vault is filled with a lot of things, including Adaine and Aelwyn's property (spellbooks, arcane focuses, and The Jacket of Useful Things), Fan-dran-goorh (Fandrangor): Sword of The North Star (long, whip thin elven sword that shines a gleaming green golden light, can talk with the voices of elvan ancestors, and once belonged to elven kings long past), a massive religious tome, a quarenteened series of top secret elven scrolls that is the research of Adaine mom, a series of notes by mom looking for the location of a temple in Sylvar (Kristen knows due to a book at the Compass Points Library), and a book on gem lore
Fire Pit Pylon
Large elvan smithy (only in looks as it's an arcane power station and not an actual forge) and worst of the two pylons
Stone, mossy covered building with a floor covered in traps and an entire infrastructure filled with a high elven adoration for magic
In the center of the building, there is a hexagonal 6 pointed room with a fire pit in the center that's so hot that it's hard to look at. The fire is golden green helix at the start (changes to purple gold with the first pitcher of water spilled into it, ruby red with the second, and out with the third. It also flickers with other energy at ruby red from the other pylon being attacked).
Surrounding the fire pit in altering positions around the 6 sided room are 3 braziers and 3 statures (each statue directly across from a brazier)
The elven statues have ornimental stone weapons on them and are holding huge alabaster pitchers of clear water which bend towards the fire pit and require a cantrip (or enough damage to break them) to dump their water
The large firy silver elven braziers are piled high with burning coal (responsible for the smoke) and are traps that conjure a monsterous fire elemental when the water from its corresponding stature spills into the fire pit or when a floor trap is triggered
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The Spice of Life- Ch.1
Series Masterlist
Summary: After your character is killed off on the show, Supernatural, you take up your best friendâs offer to live with her while adjusting to your new life. Under the Acklesâ roof, you quickly have your life turned upside down once more when secrets come to light. Before you know it⌠youâre dragged into the heat of it all, and you love every second of it.
Paring: Danneel x Reader
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: I will not be doing a series specific tag list. Any asks requesting to be tagged in the story will be deleted. Thank you @dean-winchesters-bacon for looking the chapter over xx
Warnings: Explicit language. Poly relationships. Smut. F/F. Fingering. Thigh riding. Oral (female receiving).
Bamby
When you were told your character was going to get killed off you hadnât been too shocked. Female leads often got the cut in Supernatural, so you were more surprised to have lasted four years than when you heard about your characterâs demise. Even though youâd always been waiting for the chop, that didnât mean you knew what you were going to do next.
Supernatural was like a world of its own. The people were all family, everyone was tight knit. During the years youâd been part of the cast youâd quickly forgotten to keep up to date with the real world. So when you found yourself standing in your trailer after filming that fateful scene⌠your last scene⌠you suddenly had no idea where to go next.
Luckily, you had friends.
Months prior, Jensen and Jared had told their wives about your situation, and both women had eagerly invited you to stay with them. You lived in Vancouver but had no reason to stay there without a job. They knew how disorientating it could be after leaving the show, and they were more than willing to help get you on your feet.
In the end you decided to take Danneel up on the offer, which is how you found yourself standing in the spare room of her and Jensenâs amazing home.
âDoes Gen hate me?â you asked Jared, looking down at your screen as you video called him.
He chuckled, shaking his head. âShe is a little disappointed, but she doesnât blame you. Dani is a cool chick.â He gave you a reassuring smile.
You felt guilty for leaving Mrs. Padalecki alone, having chosen to stay at the Acklesâ instead. But youâd known Dani for almost a decade. Youâd met her before you met Jensen. In fact you got the job on Supernatural because of your friendship with the Acklesâ. Part of you felt like you owed them for the last five years of your life.
Now here you were, just adding to the list of reasons why you owed them.
âHey Y/N you wanna-â Dani came to a stop in your doorway, eyes dropping to your phone. âWho ya talkinâ to?â
Turning the phone so she could see the face on the screen, you answered, âJared.â
âOh!â Her face lit up as she hurried into the room and dropped onto the bed beside you so you could both fit in the screen. âHey!â
âHey.â He smiled back at her, making the corner of his eyes crease. âYou two ladies having fun?â
âWeâre about to. Iâm planning a full Disney night with the kids.â Dani grinned mischievously.
You knew that meant you were going to have to listen to all three of them singing every song, and mumbling every line of dialogue. So really⌠you were watching the kids, not the movies.
âAnd in a couple of days weâre having a girls day. The kids are going out, so itâs just gonna be us two, and Gen.â Leaning over, she rested her head on your shoulder. âAs much as I wanna keep my favourite girl to myself, I know Gen will never forgive me for hogging.â
Jared laughed lightly, nodding. âYouâre not wrong there. Just⌠try not to have too much fun without Jensen and me.â
âCanât make any promises.â Dani winked at him.
Something felt⌠weird.
As the two of them said their goodbyes, you watched carefully. You noted the way Jared tilted his head ever so slightly, a little shy and a little smitten. Dani had this gleam in her eye as she gazed at him through the screen. You could hear the subtle changes in their tones, tooâŚ
âY/N⌠you okay?â Jared asked, pulling you out of your daze.
Shaking away that train of thought, you nodded quickly. âMmhm. Yep. Iâm fine. Iâll, uh⌠Iâll talk to you later, Jare. Gotta go. Bye.â Without waiting for him to respond, you ended the call.
Daniâs jaw dropped as you tossed your phone onto the bed. âY/N whatâs gotten into-â
âAre you cheating on Jensen with Jared?â There was no point in beating around the bush.
Her jaw quickly dropped as she stared at you like a doe caught in headlights⌠and then she laughed and shook her head. âNo!â She leaned back and pressed a hand to her stomach as she continued to laugh. âOh my God.â
Shocked by her outburst, and a little defensive, you explained yourself, âBut⌠the way you two were talking to each other. Seemed like there was something there.â
Taking a moment to calm down, she took a deep breath and then shrugged. âWell, yeah, youâre not wrong. But Iâm not cheating.â
âWhat?â You were thoroughly confused.
âSweetie,â she tilted her head and watched you carefully as she went on, âJensen and I have an open relationship⌠and Jared and I take full advantage of it.â
Holy shit⌠âSeriously?â
âYeah.â She nodded, chuckling lightly.
âHow long has this been going on for?â
âA couple of years.â She shrugged.
Wow. You had not been expecting that. Danneel was your best friend, Jensen and Jared were close seconds- with Gen in the mix, of course. The fact you hadnât known about this little arrangement, that you hadnât even picked up on a hint of something more, really made you question how observant you were. Had you just been tuned out this whole time?
Watching as your mind whirled, Daniâs frowned ever so slightly. âHey.â She reached out and took your hand. âWeâre good, right?â
âHuh?â
âYou⌠you donât think any less of us, do you?â
âOh my God, no!â You shook your head frantically, turning your hand over to intertwine your fingers with hers. âDani, no. God, how could you even think that?â
âI just⌠I know itâs not normal, or conventional.â
âWhat part of ours lives is ânormalâ or âconventionalâ? Your husband is away most of the year. Like⌠pretty much the entire year. You donât see him, and you donât see Jared, who I know is a dear friend of yours. Iâm honestly shocked I never put the pieces together before this.â
Smile returning, she gave your hand a squeeze. âIâm glad you understand.â
âOf course I do. Youâre my best friend. I love you.â You gave a firm nod.
Chuckling lightly, she got to her feet and gave you a gentle tug. âCome on. Letâs go get the kids ready for movie night.â
Neither of you let go of the other as you left the room, and headed for the living room where you knew a night of chaotic fun was waiting.
...
The night was better than you could have imagined. The kids were a blast, giggling and singing along to the numerous movies you all ended up watching. You did notice, however, that all the dancing did tire them out- not as quickly as one would hope, though.
By the time Dani and you had put them all to bed, it was nearing midnight. Once all the kids were fast asleep and no longer crawling out of bed to sneak around, you both collapsed back on the couch to take a much needed break.
âOne last movie?â Dani asked as reached for the remote to switch to flick through the list of things Netflix had to offer.
âAs long as itâs not Disney, animated, or a musical⌠yes,â you laughed lightly.
Chuckling, she gave a small nod. âGotcha.â
As she scrolled through lists and lists of shows and movies, one thing in particular caught your eyes.
âYou, Me, Her?â
Dani paused for a moment before scrolling back up until the movie was back in view. The two of you stared at it, silent⌠and then she turned it on without a comment.
It was clear, within a few moments of the show starting, that your attention wasnât fully focused on the screen. While your eyes remained watching, your mind wandered. You couldnât help but think about Dani and Jensenâs situationâŚ
When your attention returned to the show, you found yourself watching as one of the female leads- Emma- stood in a restaurant bathroom before the other female character- Izzy- came in to check on her.
You watched, waiting, wondering to see what would happen⌠and was shocked to watch as Emma then pushed Izzy against the wall and crash her lips against hers. You were unable to look away as they began to make out⌠and you were unable to ignore the bubbling of heat that began to stir in your stomach.
Eyes flickering over to Dani, you didnât miss the way she shifted on the spot. As if she could feel your eyes on her, she turned to catch your gaze.
Chewing on her lip, thinking for a moment, she hesitated before reaching for the remote and turning the show off.
âTalk to me.â
âYou and Jared⌠how far does it go?â You werenât even sure you wanted to know the answer.
âAll the way.â
âAnd⌠does Gen know?â
âSheâs in on it.â
âOh! So, her and Jensen?â
Lips curving into a grin, she nodded. âYeah. Her and Jensen. Me and Gen. Jared and Jensen. Weâre open to it all.â There was a glimmer in her eye as she continued to watch you.
Your back was pressed against the arm of the long couch, on the opposite to her. Your legs were curled on the couch, tucked under a thin knitted blanket. Despite the cozy position, and the cool air in the room⌠you couldnât help but shift as your chest began to heave, while you grew warm.
âYou and Gen?â
âIâve always been into girls⌠or donât you remember?â The glimmer in her eyes turned dark.
Oh, you remembered. You remembered that night, after too many tequila shots youâd both taken in an attempt to drown the memory of your boyfriend that had dumped you that night. Instead it had drowned you inhibitions⌠which is how youâd ended up in Daniâs bed. Thatâs how you found yourself below Dani, with her lips trailing along her neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin as you both rocked against each other, seeking friction.
âI remember,â you breathed, feeling a light flutter of anxious anticipation in your chest.
Humming, she didnât hide the way her eyes dragged over you. âI think about that night.â
Trying to control your breathing, you somehow managed to respond, âYou do?â
âMmhm.â She nodded, shifting until her knee was on the couch, her whole body turned towards you. âYou ever wish weâd done more?â
You swallowed thickly. âMore?â
âI do.â Slowly, she leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees, those darkened eyes drinking in the sight of you. âI think about it a lot. I think about how good you tasted⌠and how other places would taste.â Reaching forward, she curled her fingers around the edge of the blanket draped over you. âI think about the soft purrs you made⌠and how I wanted them to be louder.â Gently, slowly, she began to drag the blanket away. âI wonder if youâre a screamer.â
Breath hitched in your throat, you could do nothing but watch as she moved further up the couch. She didnât stop until she was hovering over you, her lips just a couple of inches from yours.
âIf you want this,â she started, voice husky, eyes watching as your lips parted on a needy breath, âyouâre gonna have to tell me.â Her gaze flicked up to meet yours.
Searching those familiar caramel eyes, you found youâd made your mind up a long time ago.
Reaching up, you wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down, crashing her lips onto yours.
She grinned against you, recovering quickly. The kiss deepened as she leaned down to press her body against yours. You could feel the heat of her skin, the thrum her her pulse, and you had no doubt she could feel the frantic drumming of your heart in your chest.
Her hand grasped your hip as she flicked her tongue against you. Moaning, you opened your lips and drowned in the taste of her as her tongue tangled with yours. Dragging your leg up her thigh, you hooked it over her, wrapping your legs around her as you pulled her flush against you. Sliding her hand up, she snuck it under your shirt and up to your chest, where she squeezed your breast before pinching your nipple between two fingers.
Throwing your head back, you groaned as she twisted and tweaked your nipple, pulling more sounds from you that only encouraged her antics.
Taking advantage of your arched back, Dani leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the pulse on your neck. You jumped at the touch, and moaned, eager for more which she gave.
Sealing her lips over the spot, she sucked a dark mark onto your skin as you writhed under her. Her fingers glided down your sides as she brought them down to the edges of your pyjama pants. Hooking fingers into the band, she began to drag them down. Trailing her lips over your exposed chest, and then over your shirt, before meeting the sensitive skin of your stomach, she looked up and caught your eye as she pulled your pants off.
Grasping your thighs, she spread them as she leaned in to press open mouthed kisses to the edge of your panties. Watching her, breathing heavily, you quickly tugged your shirt over your head and threw it onto the floor. You could feel her lips curl into a grin against you, before she gave your hip a little nip.
Pulling back to sit on her heels, she held your gaze as she began to pluck at the buttons of her pyjama shirt, undoing them one by one. You couldnât look away- not that you wanted to- as she began to slowly open the shirt to reveal her chest.
Pushing off the arm of the couch, you wrapped an arm around her neck once more as you pressed your lips to hers in an eager and clumsy kiss. Your fingers carded into her hair, holding her against you as she guided you back down. Nipping and sucking on your lips, she groaned into your mouth as her fingers trailed down between your thighs.
Tearing her lips from yours, she met your gaze as her fingers teased your covered slit. You sucked in a breath and jumped, needy but nervous.
Leaning down, she ghosted her lips against the shell of your ear. âTrust me.â
Humming, you turned to press your lips to her jaw as she stroked you gently. âI do.â
Moving back, she pulled away until she was an inch from your lips. âGood.â
Fingers plucked at your panties, pushing them to the side. You whimpered at the first touch of her skin on yours. The way she stroked you slowly, circling your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you arch into her. Pressing at your entrance, she watched as your face twisted with pleasure and need.
Teasingly and agonisingly slow, she pushed two fingers into you.
âOh, God!â you groaned throwing your head back and tugging on her hair.
Grinning down at you, she pressed her fingers in further, curling them as she sought out that sweet spot. Leaning in, she nipped at your neck, dragging her lips along the hard thrum of your pulse.
When she found your the spot that made you dizzy with need, she barely grazed it before pulling her fingers away. You whined, desperate for more, which just made her chuckle before thrusting her fingers back into you at the same agonising pace.
Each thrust was a tease that slowly worked you up until you were begging. Even then, she didnât give you what you wanted as she dragged out your delicious torture. Straddling your thigh, she began to grind against you, seeking friction for herself as she watched you unravel underneath her.
It wasnât until you found yourself unable to form proper word to beg any further when she finally gave you what you needed.
Crawling down your body, she pulled her fingers away from you. A whine barely left your lips before she began to drag your panties down your legs. You watched over your heaving chest, hands coming up to squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples. You watched as she threw your panties onto the floor.
Lips curled into a grin that made you clench around nothing, she crawled between your thighs⌠and hooked them over her shoulders before pressing a kiss to your slit.
Whatever sound youâd been about to make was suddenly caught in your throat as you fisted the couch cushion underneath you, and threw your head back.
Dani paid close attention to the way you reacted to her as she licked and sucked at your slit and clit. Whenever she found a spot that made you whine in desperation, she would graze over it teasingly before moving on. She loved driving you wild, barely giving you a taste of the pleasure you craved.
The brush of her fingers against your entrance made you nod eagerly, and mumble words that would have sounded like pleas if youâd been coherent. Once sheâd had the fill in your desperation, she thrust her fingers into you in one smooth move, curled her fingers, and found your sweet spot.
Your hand shot up to your mouth, teeth clamping down one flesh as you held back your scream. Twitching and thrusting against her face, you cried into your fist as a wave of white hot bliss burned your nerves.
As you tried to catch your breath and come down from your climax, Dani remained between your legs, kissing your inner thigh as she gently stroked your walls. Not once did she look away from you, drinking in the sight of you coming undone all because of her touch.
âFuck,â you breathed, closing your eyes and dropping your head onto the couch arm.
Humming, she sat back on her heels as her fingers pulled out of you, only to stroke your slit slowly. âYou looked like you had fun.â
Opening your eyes, watching her kneel between your thighs as she continued to stoke your flames and desire⌠you snapped.
Sitting up, you pushed her against the back of the couch and quickly straddled her thigh before snaking your hand between her thighs. She bit her still grinning lip as you ran the tips of your fingers along her slit.
âI can tease, too,â you warned.
âYou can try.â
Raising an eyebrow at her, you grazed her clit, barely touching her. As expected, her lips parted on a needy gasp as her legs clenched around your thigh.
âThatâs what I thought.â Leaning in, you caught her lips in a soft kiss.
She moaned against you as you pressed your fingers into her warmth, seeking out her g-spot. Once you found it, you began to grind against her thigh in time with your strokes, dragging your own pleasure out as you built hers up.
Fisting your free hand into her hair, you tugged her head back as you picked up the pace. She gasped against your lips, allowing you to slide your tongue in to lick at hers. Moaning against each other, thrusting against each other, you rode through the waves as you both reached your peaks and fell over the edge.
Clutching at your hips, encouraging you to keep moving, Dani groaned into your mouth as she came on your fingers, walls clenching and twitching around you. Feeling her come undone, still grinding against her thigh, you were pushed over into an orgasm of your own that left you feeling dizzy and satiated.
Dani looked up at you with swollen lips and shimmering eyes. âBed?â
âYes. Please.â You nodded.
Guiding you back carefully, she set you on the couch before getting to her feet. Taking your hand, she reached down to grab her shirt as you rose from the couch. Once standing in front of her, she helped you put the shirt on and then took your hand once more. Reaching up, she caressed your cheek and leaned in for another kiss.
Hand in hand, both of you half naked and a little clumsy as tingles of pleasure pulsed through your limbs, you headed off to bed. Neither of you had to say a word, knowing youâd be sleeping together that night.
Bamby
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Throne - Noctis Lucis Caelum
Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x ReaderÂ
Requested: No
Warnings: Language, at the very endÂ
Requests: Open
Song: Throne by Bring Me The Horizon
(A/N) - I try to keep these as gender neutral as possible, but unless itâs specifically requested that reader be gender neutral, female pronouns may be used a few times. Ignore it if you want, or come and request. I take reader insert requests as well as personal requests. :))
Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothing could take the pain away
Noctisâ heart hand long ago been hardened by the burdens of being royal, as well as the many difficulties he faced on his journey to reclaim his kingdom. The war they were fighting was one not easily won, Noctis figured out pretty early on. The young prince had never really understood the point of the war, not until the death of his father, King Regis. With no Caelum heir sitting on the throne, the kingdom was falling into chaos faster than Prompto was taking pictures. The four boys had been travelling together for the longest time, and never in a million years would any of them think that (Y/N) (L/N), an infamous Lucian assassin, would be joining them.Â
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
They had crossed paths with (Y/N) on their way to Cindyâs garage, nearly dying in the process. The assassin had been assigned, by a third party gang leader, to take the life of a rival gang leader. Having been informed of her identity prior to the physical meeting, Noctis made sure to put Gladio on watch for any suspicious moves, ulterior motives. With many daemons programmed to take the life of the last remaining Lucis Caelum, it only seemed smart to invite (Y/N) to travel with them. She now sat in the back seat, between Prompto and Noctis, twirling a small blade in her hands.Â
âStop swinging that thing around, youâre going to kill one of us!â Prompto complained, scooting closer to the door on his right. (Y/N) only scoffed.Â
âPlease, Iâm a professionally trained assassin. I know how to wield a blade and not harm a little bird like yourself.â She said, folding the blade back in on itself and pinching Promptoâs nose. The blonde pouted, turning away slightly. Noctis only chuckled at his friendâs antics.Â
The sticks and the stones that
You used to throw have
Built me an empire
So don't even try
To cry me a river
'Cause I forgive you
You are the reason I still fight
Memories of his father replayed in Noctisâ head as they made the long drive to Cindyâs garage, praying that the car wouldnât break down before then. The king rarely had time for his son, considering all of his kingly duties in which he had to take care of before his own kin; they had servants and nurses for that, right?Â
When they had finally made it to the garage, Noctis sat by himself to the side as Cindy fixed the car, with Prompto shamelessly flirting with the woman. (Y/N) sat down next to the youthful royal, sighing as she did so.Â
âHow is the future king of Lucis doing today?â She asked, receiving a grunt from Noctis before he decided to have a proper conversation.Â
âIâm still alive, right?â He chuckled. âThatâs what matters, I guess.â He said, looking towards the girl as she blew a (H/C) lock out of her face.Â
âI suppose if thatâs the best you can do,â She jabbed lightly, elbowing his arm softly. âWhatâs a prince like you doing hanging out with someone like me? Are you guys really that desperate for fighters?â (Y/N) asked, half joking, half serious.Â
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
âDo you really want to sit through a Lucian history lesson?â Noctis laughed.Â
âWhat else do we have to do here, your majesty?â She asked, laughing herself.Â
âWell, buckle up. Itâs quite the venture,â Noctis replied, turning towards the girl. âIt all started a few years ago. I was sent away by my father, who told me that the throne was in trouble, and that he didnât have much time left. He told me I needed to fight until I reclaimed the throne, until I âavengedâ him. I didnât know what he meant, considering that I was thirteen years old, and he was still alive. Ever since then, weâve been fighting to get back into the castle, and weâve had almost no success. The amount of daemons and people who want the royal line dead is almost astounding, although I suppose thereâs always enemies of the crown, right? Well, itâs been four years and I havenât been able to reclaim the kingdom yet. You donât suppose you could help with that, could you?â Noctis chuckled, trying to cover up the devastation and heartbreak with humor.Â
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
(Y/N) smiled.Â
âOf course Iâll be here to help. You think I just tagged along for the ride?â She poked fun at the way in which theyâd met, with Gladio right under her blade. After a bit of negotiation from Ignis, she ended up in the backseat with a pouting Glagiolus Amicitia in the passenger seat.Â
âGood to know,â Noctis said, looking over to Prompto and Cindy, still flirting shamelessly while the engine was being fixed. Gladio and Ignis sat together on a nearby bench, scrolling through whatever seemed interesting on their phones. âWant to go take a walk? I donât think this will be done for awhile.â Noctis said, standing up and reaching his arm out to (Y/N), who gladly accepted it. The trails outside of the garage lead to many places Noctis didnât necessarily want to see, considering the amount of daemons out this particular evening. Arm in arm, the pair wandered aimlessly around the town.Â
The young prince couldnât deny the assassinâs beautiful (S/C) features, stealing glances at her as she gazed around the unfamiliar land. He wondered if he would ever be able to accept a love like this again, after the deaths of both his father and betrothed, Lady Lunafreya. The scars left in his heart and mind seemed as if they would never heal; they only built up his anger and need for vengeance towards the neighboring enemy kingdoms, as well as the daemons and droids sent to attack the prince as his accomplices.Â
I'll leave you choking
On every word you left unspoken
Rebuild all that you've broken
And now you know
I'll leave you choking
On every word you left unspoken
Rebuild all that you've broken
And now you know
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
Noctis stopped the pair abruptly, confusing the young girl beside him. He turned to her with a nervous, yet adventurous, glint in his eyes.Â
âWhatâs up?â (Y/N) said, offering him a small smile. Her features were lit up by the setting evening sun, giving her (S/K) edges a golden glow. Noctis sighed, and then took in another deep breath.Â
âUhm,â He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Finally deciding on his decision, even if it meant certain death. âIâm sorry about this.â He said. There was a slight objection from (Y/N), wanting to know what the problem was, until the Lucian heir interrupted her thoughts and words with his lips on hers. A surprising, yet certainly not unwelcome, gift.Â
For the first time in years, Noctis felt nearly whole again as his mouth moved against (Y/N)âs, his hands pulling her closer by her hips while her hands slid up his body until they found their way into his black hair.Â
He paid no mind to his past, or the tasks at hand; all that mattered in this moment was that she made him feel, well, good. That was something that the young prince hadnât felt in what seemed like forever; and he wouldnât change a thing about it.Â
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
Holy shit, this was so goddamn bad and Iâm so sorry. My first few pieces probably will be shit, Iâm not even going to lie. Requests are rarely closed so feel free to hit me up with anything you want to see on this blog. I donât really have any restrictions besides your basic rule against shit like sexism, homophobia, and racism. Thanks for reading, catch ya later ;))
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Own Worst Enemy: 4/5
Finally, @killiancygnus, I have part four of your birthday fic! You said you were buckled up for the angst, right?
Summary: Killian Jones canât figure out why heâs waking up in a cold room in a tux with his best friend Emma Swan in his closet. Maybe we need to rewind the night ⌠Based on the song âOwn Worst Enemyâ by Lit. The idea of the game is for Fran to choose which lyrics I tackle next. Part four is based on these lines:
and now you're gone
Itâs no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
And guess what, Fran? Iâve got part 5 almost finished for this line: Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
Tagging the usuals (I hope): @jennjenn615 @kday426 @snowbellewells @let-it-raines @welllpthisishappening @kmomof4 @winterbaby89 @teamhook @bethacaciakay @optomisticgirl @whimsicallyenchantedrose @delirious-latenight-laughs @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @wellhellotragic @branlovestowrite @shireness-says @ultraluckycatnd @xhookswenchx @distant-rose @tiganasummertreeÂ
âSo let me get this straight, little brother. You and Emma got drunk and decided to . . . get married?â
Killian groans, taking fistfuls of his hair and tugging. âIt would seem so.â
Liamâs pacing nervously back and forth across his living room, lecturing him like heâs a teenager again. But honestly, none of his words are penetrating Killianâs brain. How can they when all he can keep focusing on is the fact that Emma left so abruptly? Liam had extended his hand and helped her up off the floor of the closet that had been Killianâs when he was in high school. The Pearl Jam posters were still hanging inside. Emma had swayed to her feet, groaning as she clutched her head.
âWhat am I wearing?â she had grumbled. Then she had looked over at Killian on the bed in his rumpled tux and covered in her lipstick. âOh shit!â she had cried, and before he could even open his mouth, she was racing out of the house so fast Killian was surprised she hadnât left skid marks.
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âOkay, back up, you did what?â
âI donât know.â Emma whines, grabbing one of Rubyâs throw pillows and pressing it against her face.
âYou got married?â
âMaybe?â Emma mumbles from behind the pillow. âWe got drunk and we kissed at the docks, and then, well, it all got a little fuzzy.â
âWell, okay,â Ruby says plopping down on the end of the couch with her laptop, fingers flying over the keys, âso . . . letâs look into this . . . uh oh.â
âWhat?â Emma says, struggling to sit up and see her friendâs computer. âWhat do you mean, uh oh?â
âMaine has no waiting period on marriage licenses. You could get one and then get married five minutes later.â
âShit.â Emma flops back onto the couch. âAnd I thought you getting back together with Victor and setting fire to the bathroom was the wild part of the night.â
âI didnât get back together with him. After we hooked up in the bathroom, I went home with a guy whose name I canât remember.â Ruby says all this casually, still scrolling through a Google search.
Emma arches a brow âSeriously?â
Ruby rolls her eyes and lobs a throw pillow at Emmaâs head. âNo, actually, Victor and I came back here and fell asleep on my couch watching some zombie show on Netflix. Iâm just not sure how to process that you had a wilder night than I did.â
Emma groans as she hugs the pillow to her abdomen. âNo waiting period, huh? Are Killian and I really married then?â
Ruby sighs and pats Emmaâs thigh reassuringly. âOh hon, thatâs what Iâm trying to figure out.
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Killian exhales an irritated breath as he tries for what feels like the fifth time to do his bow tie. He knows how, his hands are just still shaking. Last night is something he canât stop thinking about. Nor Emmaâs departure afterward. Heâd never seen such a panicked look on her face.
âKillian?â
He turns to see his brother leaning around the doorway.
âAre they ready for me?â
âNo, not yet,â Liam sighs as he enters the room, holding out his cell phone. âItâs Emma. She called my phone. Says she canât reach you on yours.â
Killian searches the dresser in front of him, then pats his thighs and jacket pockets with a frown on his face. âShit, my phone must be lost in my old room somewhere.â
He takes the phone from his brother, who leaves the room with a sympathetic gaze. Since heâs alone in the room, he turns it on speaker phone and sets it on the dresser so he can wrangle the stupid bow tie. David and Mary Margaret will be through with their pictures any minute and the wedding coordinator will be coming to get him.
âSwan?â
âWe didnât get married.â
His hands freeze on his tie. âUmm . . . â
He can hear her sharp exhale of breath as if sheâs irritated with him. âWe didnât get married â,â she repeats, âwe couldnât have. We would have to go to the municipal building to get a license, and they wouldnât have been open.â
âI know,â he says, giving up on the tie, his entire body deflating, âI checked.â
âAnd there arenât any 24-hour wedding chapels in driving distance either,â she continues as if she hasnât even heard him.
âI know that too.â
âOh.â
Thereâs a long silence between them, and Killian picks up the phone to turn off the speaker and presses it to his ear.
âListen, Swan, what happened last night revealed -â
âStop. Donât say anything, please. We were drunk, thatâs all. It didnât mean anything.â
âBut thatâs what Iâm trying to tell you, it meant something to me.â
âWhat?â He can perfectly imagine her shaking her head. âI mean, thatâs ridiculous.â
Killian presses his eyes closed, his jaw clenching. He knows he may scare her to death, but he canât hold in his feelings any longer. âNo, itâs not. I love you, Emma.â
âIs this about the . . . the making out? I mean, itâs fuzzy, but I remember it. Youâre a good kisser, I remember that too, but . . . thatâs all that it was. Kissing. Drunk kissing.â
Killian drops down onto the edge of a chair in the corner. âEmma,â he says in a gentle voice, âIâve loved you since the first day we patrolled together. The rum just gave me the guts to act on it.â
The phone went dead in his hand.
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âAnd now the best man and maid of honor dance!â
The look that Emma gives Killian as he turns towards her on the dance floor is frightening. Sheâs done an amazingly good job of avoiding him so far today, but even Emma wonât cause a scene when itâs David and Mary Margaretâs special day. So acting as if sheâs on her way to the gallows, she shuffles to Killian and sticks out her arms robotically. He arches a brow at her as he takes a stiff hand in his and rests his other at her waist. Emma takes a step back.
âWhat kind of dancing is this?â he growls.
âSix inches,â she snaps back, gesturing at the air between them, âyou know. I thought an old-fashioned gentleman like you would be familiar with that old rule.â
âCome on, Emma be mature about this.â
âFine,â she concedes, tossing him a pout to rival the one that Roland, the six year old ring-bearer, gave to his mother Regina when she forced him to put on his bow tie.
âItâs just one dance,â he bites out, clenching his jaw, âand you didnât mind dancing with me last night.â
Her eyes flash, and he knows he made a tactical error. She tries to step away, but he tightens his hold on her and bends to whisper in her ear.
âFor David and Mary Margaret.â
The song seems to last an eternity and the second it ends, Emma flees the dance floor.
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Killian leaves the wedding as early as good manners will allow for the best man. Not that Emma cared about etiquette when she made her exit. Even from across the room, he saw Mary Margaretâs brow furrow when he maid of honor hugged her goodbye. When Killian takes his leave, David is more direct.
âAre you and Emma okay?â
Killian flashes his best smile, not wanting his friends to have reason to worry on their wedding day. âOf course we are.â
David crosses his arms and scowls. âYou were dancing weird.â
âWeird?â
âThere was like three feet between you. Like you both had halitosis.â
âSix inches, actually, and itâs not like we had a choice to dance.â Killian wincee. Not exactly a festive attitude for the best man.
âYou didnât mind dancing last night.â
He really hopes his face isnât as red as it feels. He ducks his head and starts to scratch behind his ear. When he sees Davidâs eyebrows rise, he remembers what an obvious tell that is and drops his hand back to his side.
âWeâre fine, mate, really. You and your bride should focus on your newly wedded bliss, not me and Emma and our roller coaster friendship.ââ
David gives him a smile and a slap on the shoulder, and Killian lets out a breath of relief. He knows his friend will grill him when he gets back from his honeymoon, but at least he and Mary Margaret will enjoy the rest of the reception. They are both far too compassionate.
Even though itâs the last place he wants to see right now, Killian swings by his brotherâs place and searches his old room for his phone. Despite the wedding, if thereâs an emergency, he might get a call from Graham. His brother hasnât touched the room, and the bedsheets are still rumpled. Two bottles of rum stick out from beneath the bedspread. Crushed flower petals litters the carpet, and Killian has a flash of memory from the night before. They were at a 24 hour market that had pitiful bouquets of flowers for sale by the register.
Come, Swan, every bride needs a bouquet.
At least they hadnât actually gotten married. Or slept together. Funny that he wasnât sure of the first but absolutely certain of the second. When it comes to Emma, there are some things he knows he would have no trouble remembering, regardless of how much heâd had to drink.
He finds his phone on the bed, underneath one of the pillows. The battery is completely drained, of course. When he gets home, he plugs it in and sets it on his nightstand. He then proceeds to lay there staring at the ceiling for hours. No matter what he does, he canât stop berating himself for so thoroughly screwing things up with Emma. At four am, he gives up and reaches over for his phone.
The battery is at one hundred percent, so he powers it up. The first thing he notices is a new lock screen. How heâd managed to change it in his heavily inebriated state he isnât sure. Itâs a selfie of he and Emma at the market buying her bridal bouquet. Theyâre both laughing, and Emma is brandishing the flowers like a sword. He canât help chuckling at it. Once he unlocks his phone, he finds more pictures. Theyâre surprisingly good for two drunken fools. Thereâs one of Emma blowing him a kiss in that ridiculous Madonna costume. Thereâs one of them in the Bug, dressed up and ready for their âweddingâ with Emma brandishing a ring pop on her hand. He shakes his head, laughing again. Then in the next picture, Emma is kissing him on the cheek, and his chuckle turns to a groan. Unable to look at them anymore, he tosses his phone to the side and flings his arm across his face.
He loves her so much it physically hurts.
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Killian is unapologetically a depressing, lazy bum on Sunday, binge-watching Stranger Things and never leaving the couch. He tries to call Emma, but it goes straight to voicemail every time. He doesnât even bother leaving a message. He isnât having this conversation unless he and Emma are face to face, and come Monday, she wonât be able to ignore him anymore.
Or so he thinks.
He arrives at the station at 8 am sharp, and is beyond shocked to see Emmaâs yellow Bug already in its usual space in the lot. Heâs only just walked through the door when he collides with her. Sheâs carrying the contents of her desk in a cardboard box. His shocked gaze alternates between her face and the box in her arms.
âWhat the hell is this?â
Emma chews on her bottom lip, and her expression is clearly panicked. He knows that look, and it suddenly all falls into place.
âYouâre quitting,â he says, âand you tried to sneak out of here before I got to work this morning.â
Emma balances the box on one hip while she pushes her hair out of her face. âCome on, Kil, you knew my friend Merida has been begging me to come work with her. As a private investigator, I can set my own hours and eventually make more money. Plus, sheâs got room at her place in Boston.â
âAnd you decided this when?â Killianâs voice is rising, but he canât help it. âIn the last 24 hours?â
She shrugs. âMerida called yesterday, and I figured I needed to stop making excuses.â
âBullshit.â
Emmaâs eyes flash fire. âOkay then, want the truth?â
âYes, actually.â
âI canât work with someone whoâs crossed the line of a working relationship.â
Killian grabs the box out of her hand and sets it on the ground. When he rises, he steps right into her personal space. He can tell from the tense set of her shoulders that she wants to take a step back, but she stubbornly stands her ground.
âAlso bullshit.â
She rolls her eyes. âThen believe what you want, but itâs the truth.â
âNo, the truth is, youâre running because you can see a future here. A happy one, and that scares you.â
Emma crosses her arms and scowls. âLet me guess, with you?â
Theyâre both breathing heavily, the frustration between them palpable. Killian deflates, however, gentleness enfusing his voice. âYes, actually.â
Her eyes widen for a moment, but then she blinks and shoulders past him to grab her box. She mumbles something about David and Mary Margaret and how itâs time to move on herself, basically words that donât really make sense, and then sheâs out the door.
All he can do is stand there and watch her toss the box in her backseat then slide behind the wheel. Heâs said what he felt; he wonât chase her. She drives away, and the breath leaves his body.
Sheâs gone.Â
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