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farfromstrange · 2 years ago

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New Year's Day | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You recount your history with Matt and the highs and the lows of your relationship.

Warnings: Fluff, descriptive writing & lack of dialogue, mentions of blood, but this is mostly very tame

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: This One-Shot is dedicated to my bestie, @blackshadowswriter. I'm a bit late, and I'm sorry for that. It took me a bit to finish. I just want to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. I also know you love Taylor, so I thought "why not write a fic and use as many song references as possible? She's going to LOVE that!" You're my favorite person in the world and you deserve this. I love you. I'm all out of words because I'm anxious as hell about showing you this. It took me two days to finish. I wanted it to be as good as I could make it. I'm still not 100% sure, but I never am when it comes to giving gifts. I hope you like it <3 (This is also why I'm not tagging anyone else because this is a gift for my best friend and I intended it as such)

From the moment you bumped into him on the corner street of your favorite café, you knew that he was the kind of chance that would only come around once in a lifetime.

It wasn’t like you, at least not back then, to buy a stranger a coffee. And it was even less like you to give him your number afterward.

You had never been big on dating at that point in your life. You used to take things exactly the way they came to you, and dating never really seemed to fit into that narrative.

You preferred to lose yourself in your own world, a world where no one could touch or hurt you the way you’ve been hurt so many times in the past by people who claimed to care about you—people who claimed to love you, and in the process, you lost sight of the fact that there are still a handful of good people out there.

No one can blame you for thinking like that though. Your heart has been broken one too many times, and not just by broken relationships.

Deep down, you craved to find someone capable of understanding all of you, not just the pretty parts. You almost felt pathetic for pretending you didn’t need it and still thinking that way.

But deep down, you craved to find someone who wouldn’t be afraid of sticking around, someone who would never leave you because life tends to get hard.

It seemed nearly impossible to find a person like that without breaking your own heart, so you decided to retreat into your shell. Better to keep your heart safe and protected than put yourself out there and be broken all over again, right?

Those stupid love songs on the radio and the endless romantic stories of your friends’ dating lives, however, fueled your need for the same kind of connection only a few songwriters know how to put into words.

You wanted to fall in love, find the right person, and heal. You wanted to figure out why love wasn’t like the burning red of sex and passion but golden, like daylight. A love living for. A love fighting for.

You felt so stupid, secretly pining for an innocent childhood dream that eventually got crushed after years of heartbreak, but that is what happens when someone becomes chronically lonely. You turned to daydreaming because at least in your head, your life could be perfect. Not just good, not just livable, but filled with love and happiness.

Truth be told, when you’re your own worst enemy and have an inner saboteur set out to destroy everything that could be remotely good for you because you truly believe you don’t deserve it, it’s hard to allow yourself to be open. So perhaps that is why you chose to lock yourself away and live in delusion instead. Not facing reality became standard procedure in your way of life.

You tried blaming it on your past, your broken relationships, and disappointments, and while that played a big part in your trauma, you also slowly started to realize that you might have been hurting yourself so you wouldn’t have to open up ever again.

In an attempt to erase all the problems, you became the problem. You became your worst enemy, someone chasing ghosts that stayed long in the past and only came back to haunt the living shit out of you. But that’s a survivable condition.

You tried therapy, you tried turning your life around and starting anew, and while that helped you find a job you love, find a nice group of friends, and make peace with what’s been broken, nothing else seemed to change.

You had barely started putting yourself back together again when you bumped into him. You were late for a meeting, so your focus was on your phone instead of the street before you.

It was your fault. He was just trying to make his way over the sidewalk, his cane tapping in a steady rhythm to make his way forward, and you stepped right in the middle of it.

You remember him grabbing your arm, catching you before you could fall. He wasn’t even irritated. When you looked up in shame, seeing the red glasses and the came, you begged for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?”

But before you could go on a rant about your stupidity, he cut you off, and in the silkiest voice possible, he said, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you okay? You seem in a bit of a rush. Don’t want you to accidentally bump into a car next.” He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. Blood rushed to his cheeks. “That was a bad joke, sorry.”

You just about melted. “It’s okay,” you found yourself chuckling. “And so am I. I was too focused on my phone. That was my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself. It happens,” he said. He was so calm about it, unlike other New Yorkers you’ve met before.

Maybe the fact that you found him extraordinarily attractive and easy to be around compelled you to ask if you could buy him a cup of coffee to make up for bumping into him, completely abandoning your plans to make it to your work meeting five minutes late.

He introduced himself as Matthew. A lawyer. Not one of those rich defense attorneys who simply do it for the money. No, he does it to help people, and you fell for him right then and there.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was destiny, or maybe it was just dumb luck, but that day, when you got home after work, his number in your phone and a stupidly giddy smile on your flushed face, you knew that you’d somehow been enchanted to meet him.

You never believed in love at first sight until you bumped into Matt Murdock, but the second you did, your life flipped upside down and changed in ways you could have never predicted.

It is possible that the song playing over the speakers in the café right before you bumped him played a part in how you perceived the interaction. You’ve never been one to believe in coincidences. Nothing is ever accidental, and neither was your meeting. It couldn’t have been.

You found each other when you needed someone, anyone, both of you, and it stuck. Thankfully, it did.

Summer that year was cruel with New York drowning in an excruciating heatwave. You’d been meeting up with Matt for a couple of weeks, but you didn’t have it in you to put a label on whatever delicate thing was starting to build between the two of you. You didn’t want to wrap your hand around it and accidentally shatter something you could see growing into something more in the future.

He was unlike anyone you’d met before, and he treated you in a way that made you believe, finally, that you are worthy of love. Not just giving but receiving because Matt himself struggled to see his worth after years of being disappointed and being there for everyone but himself.

Love is a fragile thing though, and you have never been quite good with fragile things.

After a night of drinking away your sorrows at a nearby bar, you made your way to his apartment. You took a cab, too wasted to find your way there by yourself. You remember that you were crying; you were miserable and loathing yourself for several reasons that didn’t even make sense to you then.

When you arrived there, you knocked on his door. You didn’t get an answer. Just as you started to turn around and make your way back outside, you could hear a thud from the other side of the door. Panic settled in. You didn’t even hesitate before you opened the door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and made your way into the dark interior of his apartment.

Finding your blind, catholic not-boyfriend in a pool of his own blood, wearing a leather-clad suit with the horns of the devil had not been on your to-do list until that night. Reality hit you just as fast and knocked sobriety back into your senses as the adrenaline started to take over.

He let out a grunt. Your name passed his lips. He sounded so weak, so fragile, and you just stood there, your heart pumping too much blood for your body to handle.

“What the fuck?!” you said. You didn’t yell, you didn’t snap, you simply didn’t know how to process this information.

You were well aware of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen parading outside at night, beating up criminals and giving them a good fright—Matt did not fit the picture you had of the guy until you saw him lying there, obviously injured.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said hoarsely. He tried to roll over, but the pain turned out to be too severe.

Needless to say, he passed out on you without a proper explanation, and you somehow had to use what little you could remember from first-aid to help this bleeding mess of a man. You feared that you would lose him that night, and that was when you realized that, on top of falling for him, you didn’t care who he was, you only needed him to live.

When he woke up to you hovering over him, he groaned. “I’m sorry,” was all he said. “I’d understand if–”

“Don’t talk,” you cut him off with a finger on his lips. You wouldn’t let him push you away. Not after everything you’d been through.

He tried to sit up. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“It’s not exactly something you lead with on a first date. I get it. What I don’t get…”

“I didn’t lie,” it was his turn to cut you off. You remember looking up at him, and you heard him out. You had to. In your mind, there is an explanation for everything, and you were once again proven right at that moment.

He bared his life story to you, how he survived through tragedies no human should ever have to face. How he turned blind, how his senses heightened, and how he lost the one person he could always count on. When his father died, something changed in Matt. He tried to go straight, to do his father proud, but he couldn’t ignore this desperate need for justice forever. He felt cursed. So, he became someone who could make a difference, and not just as a lawyer.

He expected you to walk out, but you didn’t. You saw him for who he was, and you accepted him.

“I think I’m falling for you, and it scares the hell out of me,” you blurted out that night.

He stared at you, his unfocused eyes bewildered, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to find an answer.

Just when you thought he would break your heart after putting your trust in him, he let out a shaky sigh and he kissed you.

He wasn’t ready to say it back just yet, but he spoke to you through actions that made you feel confident in what you were growing again.

You somehow already knew back then that Matt Murdock would be the man you one day would marry and spend the rest of your life with.

The truth is, you two have been through a lot throughout your relationship. It hasn’t always been smooth sailing, but you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t worth it.

From the moment you met him to the countless dates, sharing coffees over empty takeout containers, kissing in the rain, Daredevil, fighting over the beautiful women in his life that almost broke you, and fighting over his desperate need to push those away who only want what is good for him because he is own worst saboteur.

It all led you down a journey that turned out to be harder than expected and not at all the love story you envisioned, but it still turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to you. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you.

You used to run away from happiness out of fear of getting hurt, and Matt did the same. He feared to admit it, but then he met you and he finally realized that running was of no use because you were more than ready to stick around through everything. Through every disaster and heartache—through every broken bone, you stuck around.

You saw something in him from the moment you met that no one can ever take away. You got a taste of heaven from the devil himself, and even though he was darker than the sunshine you wished for in your life, you managed to find a way to bring some light into his life.

You are sunshine, even on your worst days, and he’s midnight rain. But you love the rain. You love him.

Your first kiss happened in the rain. He took your hand and asked you to dance, and you did. You danced to the sound of the raindrops pattering against the asphalt beneath your feet, and it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—Matt engulfed in the soft moonlight, his hand in yours, and a big smile on his irresistible lips.

You want more of those nights. Even the nights you’ve had to patch him up or hold him as he broke down from all the weight he often enough carries on his shoulders, you want more of those. You want all of them.

You want him and all the strings attached to him, no matter how painful because ever since he can remember, people have walked out on Matt and hurt him in ways you can only fathom. You don’t want to be that person.

He opened up to you. He decided to be vulnerable. He stood with you through everything and fought for you when you thought you two wouldn’t last.

He gave you his best smile and his tears, and he laughed with you every night that you waited up for him to come home safely. He quickly became the moonlight to your sun—it is a different kind of light, but it is a light that sustains you nonetheless.

You want all of his laughter and never miss it again. You want his smiles. You want his tears. You want to spend every waking second with him. You want to miss him and welcome him back home after an agonizingly long night of worrying. You want to cheer him up in court and be his lucky charm. You want to wear his initial on a chain around your neck, in Braille, because he got it for you on your birthday.

“I know I don’t own you,” he said to you, “but I love you. And I know you. I want you to carry me close to your heart the same way I’ll always carry you close to mine.”

And his, you are. You’re no one else’s but his, and even if that sounds a bit territorial, you don’t care. You want all of it and more because it’s Matt you’re talking about, no one else. Not a stranger but the man you love so desperately it hurts sometimes.

All the girls he loved before don’t matter because he’s got you now. You forgave him more times than he probably deserved. You held on when he barely had any strength left. In return, he has shown the same kind of devotion to you time and time again. How can you ever say no to any of that when you are so in love?

All those memories replay in sudden flashing sequences right in front of your inner eye. You love him more than anyone has ever loved him. You pulled him out of a very dark hole. You saved his life. And he saved yours.

As he’s kneeling in front of you now, your hand in his and clutching the small, velvety box in his other, your life passes by before your eyes. Your life alone and your life together. You recount every memory in a millisecond, too shocked to even comprehend what is happening. But it is happening.

Matt Murdock is kneeling on the floor before you, the glitter, confetti, and sticky champagne someone spilled earlier most likely leaving a stain on his good dress pants, but he remains unwavering in his decision to open that little box and show you what he’s been hiding for a while.

It’s a diamond ring, something he probably took months to save up for. It’s small yet elegant, and it’s staring right at you. He’s taken his glasses off to try and do the same. You would marry him with paper rings, that much is true.

Matt says your name oh-so-softly. “Will you marry me?” Four words that stop your heart and restart it at the same time.

He sees right through you. You see right through him. Even in your worst times, you were there for each other, and now he’s asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Together. To give him all of your days and nights and he will give you all of his in return. He is asking you the question you’ve been wondering if he would ever ask it, and he did.

The fireworks go off in the distance, in your stomach, everywhere. The new year has rounded the corner. People are cheering and celebrating around you, but you don’t pay attention to them.

The clock strikes midnight and with the softest smile, you say, “Yes.” You don’t need to tell him that you would do it a million times over because he knows. He knows your heartbeat, and he knows that you would never lie to him.

He doesn’t waste time to pull you into his arms and kiss you softly, passionately, as if both of your lives depend on it.

It’s a bit cliché, to get proposed to on New Year’s Eve. To start the new year with the man you love and a ring on your finger. But that only means that you will still be together on New Year’s Day, and all the days after that.

Matt chose you. You chose Matt. You chose a life together that is as unpredictable as they come, but at least you have each other to hold onto.

And he will never be just the stranger that you bumped into in front of your favorite corner café ever again. You have him now. Maybe that was your plan all along. Maybe you are the mastermind he knows that you are. None of it was accidental.

And now, Matt Murdock is yours. Forever and always.

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chasingthestarss · 1 year ago

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Sirius “I can go anywhere I want just not home” Black

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Regulus “I’m right where you left me” Black

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus black #sirius black #black brother angst #taylor swift references #evermore #folklore #folklovermore #sister albums as the black brothers #they’re beautifully tragic #fuck the most noble and ancient house of black

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hoe-4-the-clones · 2 years ago

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Akaza: "Kyojuro, become a demon or forever hold your peace."

Tanjiro and friends: "Rengoku, don't say yes. Run away now!!!"

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babypinkromantics · 2 years ago

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It Always Leads To You In My Hometown .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Ship: Halle Bailey / Jonah Hauer-King

Summary: Halle anxiously waits when the day Jonah arrives back home in London from being away shooting his new film, she misses him terribly and reminisces on her memories with him during their last fall/winter break together in hopes this time around will be just as magical when he’s finally hers again..

Warning’s: unprotected sex, teasing, choking, pet names sort of, dirty talk a bit, blow jobs, P in V action, explicit language, lots of fluff, romance, longing & yearning, Taylor Swift references and lyrics, autumn and christmas activities

Word count: 5k

A/N: In this universe, I was thinking this took place about eight months to a year after they first start officially dating. So although they’ve moved in together, Halle is still getting used to the new environment around her, and also what it’s like to be in a relationship with someone who’s job is to be away for months at a time. It’s still very new to her — and missing Jonah is all that runs through her mind the whole summer she’s been in his hometown without him.

Just like the title, this work is based off of Tis’ the damn season off of Evermore by Taylor swift. So there’s lots of references and easter eggs to the song through the fic for all my fellow swiftie’s or anyone who notices :)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖✧˖° ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡

It was one of those bright but foggy days, where the sun had been shining down on the mucky streets of London after a half an hour shower of rain.

Halle hoped for a rainbow, or anything really to appear within the large gaping fogged up window of her the fitting room. Just one multicolored stripe to take her mind off of the next pin stuck she was anticipating, or an even bigger nudge at her nerves when she’d see her phone light up with a text from her ever traveling prince.

Even though it’s been a little over a week since Halle knew Jonah would be thousands of miles away filming, and returning back home to London — to her, she still had been awaiting the moment time and time again. She couldn’t tell if she was nervous or excited, but she knew the slight nausea deep down, the aching put there had to of meant something. And she knew from the outside it could of seemed a bit looney to be so highly strung about her lover making his way back home. But she also knew no one could understand.

The way it’s been almost three months since she last held him in her embrace, ran her fingertips through his waves, and kissed him like there were no other humans on earth.

They just wouldn’t get the immense feelings of warmth in her heart when she got to have him in a way not one other soul could relate to. It was a sacred feeling. It was her feeling. Just the remembrance of the sensation had Halle hardly able to focus on her dress fitting at hand. All she could see in her mind was getting loose of the hands measuring and adjusting her body — and running into the arms of the man who she called home.

“Halle ?”

A voice flushed over her, and nearly frightened Halle right out of her daydreams. She jumped and caught a breathe as she turned to her smiling, yet confused, assistant holding a tablet in front of her.

“Yes?” Halle spoke with a lose note to let her heart race simmer down.

“We wanted to know your input on if the dress for the gala should be hanker shift or pleated ?” Her assistant asked.

She gazed at Halle in a long pause before the overwhelmed girl batted her eyelashes in tension and looked up from the ground to give her answer with at least indecision as possible.

“I’m leaning towards hanker shift, I want to be comfortable for the evening. And I don’t want to worrying about the spills at brunch — I know those pleats can be impossible to clean.”

“Noted.” her assistant stylist dotted her i’s on her tablet and turned away. Scurrying back to work and leaving Halle to dote towards the window once again, as her fingertips lead up to her necklace. Pearly and encrusted with chipped shells that were laced with the smell of summer and salt air. She held it. Getting lost in her thoughts and imagery once more.

-⟢

When Halle had finally finished up at her fitting and got back to the flat, she opened the front door and took a deep sigh along with a glance around the place.

She thought if she should clean ? But it was really always clean. The only time the space wouldn’t be tidy was when she and Jonah would be carelessly doing their afternoon activities. Like when they had paint Saturday’s and they would fill their home up with splashes of almost every color on the walls. Or when the season changed they would make new canvases.

Halle’s heart filled with warmth for the memories of getting to express her artistic side with Jonah. The way he taught her so much about how different the art culture was to the English was so fascinating. She could listen to him talk about it forever — she loved how he was so knowledgeable on almost everything. It meant the most to have her craving for deep and meaningful conversation to be filled with her time with him.

She decided everything was perfect as is and would go to feed Poseidon instead.

“There you go baby,” she spoke gently to Poseidon with a smile as she set down his bowl and gave him a sweet stroke on his fur. She took the milk and honey out of the fridge and set it on the counter. It was Jonah’s favorite after a long day of traveling this time of year, and Halle would always sit on his lap and enjoy a cup with him.

They would stay at the house Jonah’s parents owned in north London where it always snowed the most, the fire would be on, and even with the heat breaking through the crisp air, nothing made her warmer than being interwoven with the man she loved right there in the flesh. To know he wasn’t leaving and she had him all season long. Curled up and snuggled on the couch, Jonah would tell her to let him keep her there forever. Even if she wanted him to let go so she could use the bathroom for a quick second, he was always going to refuse — and she would laugh.. and when she looked, he was laughing too. With eyes smiling right at her in admiration and pure love. Halle waited all summer long for this time around just for moments like that again.

Blinking quickly Halle had realized she was intensely watching Poseidon devour his food while she lost her own conscious mind to let her heart yearn. Forcing herself off of the kitchen counter she entered the bedroom and turned on the head of the shower faucet and let the water run for some time so it would heat up to the temperature of her liking.

Halle made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t look at her phone unless it was a text from Jonah letting her know he was on his way home. She knows Jonah is a busy man and that shooting her a text could slip his mind, something she completely understood. But she much rather not look than drive herself mad with missing him. So she stripped down and carried on to washing up —

Grabbing her towel and wrapping up in it before turning off the water, Halle stepped out of the shower and got dry quickly, taking a deep sigh sitting on the bed, with nothing but the white cloth and wet hair.

She stared at her feet for a while. Wiggling her toes. And even her finger nails, she tried hard not to pick at them. Laying back and staring at the ceiling, getting washed away by her thoughts. It was about fifteen minutes prior to Halle finally drifting off to sleep. Cold from the after math of her steamy shower, but letting it be to make the warmth she would feel in Jonah’s arms later on, even more heavenly to the touch.

What felt like decades to Halle, was no more than thirty long minutes when she finally heard the clicking of the door down the hall being unlocked and the sound of shoes on the hardwood floor.

The sleep hazed girl nearly jumped up out of her slumber and hurried to the bedroom door where she walked out and stopped when she saw Jonah standing by the front door petting Poseidon with a huge smile on his face, he looked up at her and grinned when he saw the girl who put the sunshine in his day staring back at him.

Halle started walking over to him, but the closer she got the more exited the skip in her step was.

“Halle,” the dark haired man smiled as he stared at her face “Halle..” there was a dip in his voice and his eyebrows furrowed when he looked down at her attire to see the girl wrapped up in nothing but a short towel.

And when she finally embraced him, her arms slid up his back and her cheek hit his chest ever so gently but with all the force at the same time, nearly making him lose his balance. Jonah let out a chuckle and placed his lips on the top of her head while holding her small frame to him. Halle said nothing for a minute as she settled into the feeling of his large hands gliding across her back and hugging her like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t get enough of it. She didn’t want enough of it.

Jonah already knew he wouldn’t get a moment of freedom once he stepped foot through the door and Halle got to him. But he missed her so much he didn’t care to mind it at all.

“I missed you,” Halle finally spoke and she twisted her head to look up at him. “Why didn’t you text me ?”

“I wanted to surprise you ! ” He looked down at her happily. “And this is definitely… a surprise.” Jonah had to laugh at the fact Halle didn’t even bother to slip on proper clothes before coming out here to meet him.

“I showered then I fell asleep,” she blushed at the way he stared down at her and her towel just meeting the start of her thighs.

“I’m sure you did.” he thought it was more likely this was one of Halle’s stunts to throw him off track of just getting home and attending to anything that wasn’t her. And Halle couldn’t bear look him in the eyes like this.

The feeling of his crystal blues staring down at her especially when she hadn’t really had clothing on — would never be something she’d get used to. She’d get way too shy and melt right there. So her eyes drifted to just beneath where one of his curls fell over his face. A faint but new scar had been revealed as Halle brushed her thumb over the area.

“What’s this ? Does it hurt ? ” She asked gently.

“Stunts on set aren’t technically safe. But it’s nothing really.” He told her and continued to stare down at her as she examined the reddened scar.

She tugged on his shoulders so he’d come to her eye level and he did. Halle kissed the top of his forehead where the scar had been and she smiled.

Jonah couldn’t help the sensation of excitement and butterflies Halle gave him, she was all he could think about while he was away.. he even wondered if Halle drove herself as insane as he did while they had been apart last summer.

He always tells himself he can manage the falling asleep together over Face-Time and trying to update one another on what they each had for lunch, but nothing could ever compare to holding her right here in his arms. Looking into her honey like eyes and breathing the same sweet air she breathed. He would go to sleep at night dreaming of when he’d have her again and he almost couldn’t believe she was real and with him in this moment right now.

Not being able to take another minute without her lips on his — Jonah scooped her up off the ground and Halle squealed in delight as she wrapped her body around the man tightly.

They were so close. The closest they’ve been in three whole months. Finally content in each others embrace and smiling like idiots, Jonah brushed his nose against Halle’s as he held her, a soft soothing smile on his lips and Halle took what she wanted by kissing them.

It started off slow, and they gradually melted into each other, being able to take it a step farther and reach the perfect angle being level to one another. Halle deepened the kiss and her fingers started to get lost in his curls as more time passed and they started to smooch with hunger by the second.

Soon, Halle's hands had called to cup Jonah’s face and she could feel the touch of his beard scratch against her palms, he hesitated no more to start leading them both to the bedroom and Halle wanted to pull away to speak again, but she just couldn’t stop herself from pulling Jonah’s bottom lip into her own for more. To kiss him forevermore.

And he let her.

Eventually she pulled her face from his, lips almost going crimson. “Don’t you wanna unpack ?” She had spoken nearly out of breath.

“The only thing I want to unpack now is what’s underneath that towel,”

Normally Halle would of blushed or giggled like a school girl if her skin wasn’t so lit and fiery from the way they just made out in perfect unison. It was safe to say how lucky she got knowing her boyfriend knew how to really kiss a girl.

Jonah had gently let Halle fall to the bed in front of them, and she bit her lip slightly as she backed up comfortably, not breaking eye contact with the gorgeous built man above her once. He followed her only shortly after, hovering just above Halle's placed body and reaching to remove the towel from her before she stopped him.

“No.” She shook her head just a bit, a more mischievous smirk running across her lips as she now looked at the more confused Jonah staring at her from only inches away. Halle looked down ever so slightly and Jonah followed her eye-line to where her delicate hands had been innocently inching towards the belt buckle of his denim’s, Halle had unlatched it. He hurried to lean up — giving her more room to finish what she had started and Halle did exactly that, following him, she let her thumb flick open the button. She unzipped his pants, leading up to her taking his length out into her hands and glancing up at him once more as she did so.

Jonah could only hope Halle couldn’t hear the way his heart was pounding in his chest, but little did he know hers was probably going ten times harder. She slowly and carefully moved her hand up his shaft.

“Mmm, I missed you” Halle spoke softly and Jonah let a heavy breath out from his lungs as he watched her hands work on him in the most silky way. Like her hands had never been there, but were all over him once. An angel that only he could see like this. And her words were like prayers to him. All coming true at last.

Halle had let her tongue run against against the tip of his dick for a moment and she loved the way his addams apple bobbed as he watched her movements. Eye contact being tested when he noticed her lips sink around him, and Jonah tired with every molecule of his might not to let his eyes flutter shut. He couldn’t miss a single moment of this.

All Halle wanted to do was give him everything he wanted, it was all that mattered to her. To make him feel at home after all this time. She stared up at him with the most wide eyes as she took him into the back of her mouth, her hand still going at the same time.

“Halle, baby…” Jonah huffed out quietly as he reached for her hair, Halle had wished so badly he’d just pull it, but she knew Jonah was always going to be gentle with her no matter what. He thought her lips were just so…. Perfect. He wanted nothing more than to move his hips, and she let out a whimper from somewhere in the back of her throat as he nearly did. Sucking slowly with the only push of her going faster to take more of him into her mouth.

The sight of his lips parting so gently to let out a soft moan just set Halle off. She thought every inch of him tasted just like heaven, she felt like she could do this to him all day if he wanted, and she really would.

Jonah then suddenly pulled out of her mouth in a hurry and he held himself with his panting chest going up and down. “Halle” he caught his breath.

She could only grin softly as she watched the state he was in and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her palm.

“I-I still want to.. be inside of you” he told her with a soft smile and airy pant as his heart got back to beating at a normal rate.

Halle has gotten closer to him once again and placed her hand on his hip as he stood to take off his shirt, the feeling of him being absent already haunting her. Jonah took off his pants fully and soon enough he was coming back to her with a sly smile across his lips. Giving her a peck on the lips, she fell back on the bed again and this time submitted herself to him effortlessly. He had pulled at the top of her towel and let it fall, revealing in his opinion, the body of the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He wanted to lay his touch on her skin so quickly and just worship the body she had surrendered to him. And with a small lick of his lips and a quick glance up at her face, he had to restrain himself to admire every inch of her glowing brown skin in the evening light of the sunsetting just beyond the cold window glass.

Halle didn’t think she had ever been so love stricken by anyone, and definitely not now when all she could think about was the way Jonah’s teal blue’s made sure to cover every inch of her. Never really having anyone look at her this way before made her heart ache — but in the most glorious of ways. And as intimidating as it could seem, she couldn’t have felt any safer with him. Like this. Vulnerable and in his embrace finally.

Closing her eyes just before he had left a kiss to her neck, and once more till he was leaving a trail down her collarbone and his hands slid up her rib cage to cup her breast in his butter like hands. When she let out a quite but divine moan she couldn’t stop reminding herself that if he wasn’t hers she’d just be so envious of anyone else who got to feel his kind of love not only physically, but emotionally too.

“So, how do you want this ?” Jonah had came up to push some of her hair from her eyes and Halle looked up at him with lustful eyes and a smile that only spoke of adventure.

“Surprised me.” She said with a bubbly note, and Jonah held her with complete stillness like she was the most fragile and priceless gem in the world.

“You really don’t get enough of those do you ?” He chuckled. And Halle rolled her eyes playfully.

“Just shut up and fuck me already,”

Jonah couldn’t deny the fact he loved Halle’s vulgar side that would come out when she was really wanting him. He missed the carefreeness of her attitude in times like these and it only made him more excited to pull her over the edge with him.

He lined himself up with her entrance as best as he could. Halle had reached for his arms, and before she knew it her nails had already been semi digging into his skin when he pushed into her slowly.

Halle’s jaw had fallen as she let out an obvious moan, and her lips had trembled a bit. It had been a serious while since she had the sensation of practically being split in half by him. And it was no easy feeling to get used to. She held onto him tighter and Jonah’s head had fallen to the crock of her neck with an airy whimper as he slid through her with ease the farther he got.

“You got this wet just from sucking my cock didn’t you ?” Jonah grinned as he whispered in Halle’s ear — getting a rush of immediate pleasure when he felt her tighten around him when his words passed through her, and she buried her face in his shoulder only to make muffled noises when he had sunk into her fully, then repeated it again, sending her head flying back against the pillow. Jonah had thrusted into her slowly only until her core had gotten so used to him by now he could eventually go faster.

Halle had whined out as Jonah kissed her lips and went to wrap his arms around her fully, to where there had been no space between them and he could feel her heart rate speed up against his.

“Oh my god.. yes-” Halle could feel sweat beginning to form on her skin as Jonah picked up the pace in just the right spot and they moved in perfect unison.

Halle fought not to close her eyes — she loved the way she could feel every vein of him against her walls as he pounded into her. Jonah let out a deep groan while Halle’s hair had gone wild the more he fucked her with less and less restriction, letting all his pent up passion from every time the teasing girl would send him kisses through the phone or pictures in the shower. It was so much he couldn’t help himself. Halle had gasped when Jonah leaned up to glide his hands around her neck, firmly but all with tenderness as he thrusted into her harder and she pulsed every inch with spreading herself for him more.

“Jonah..” Halle sobbed out as her hands and legs began to shake and she had bitten her lip tightly in pleasure, her head starting to spin with every time her body and core would fall weaker each time Jonah would pull completely out of her and thrust back in harder.

“Hey, look at me. Keep looking at me Halle,” he breathed out quickly, grabbing the girl’s attention back on her lover and she did exactly that. She looked up at him even with her heart pounding out of her chest. And her toes curling like crazy, Jonah still brought a thumb to her cheek to stroke gently as he worked her through it, he didn’t break eye contact with her once as he started to fuck her more roughly into the bedding beneath them. Tears started forming in Halle’s eyes while she moaned uncontrollably and wrapped her hands around his wrist on her collarbone.

The heedless sounds being formed between them only bounced off the walls and echoed back to her ears. It was intense, and Halle would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit to quite liking the idea of being so exhibited for him, she thought he was beautiful on top of her and that’d never change. Jonah had leaned his forehead against hers combining their sweat as he groaned along with a swear under his breath.

“I’m gonna- I think I’m gonna.. fuck ! ” Halle cried out. “Hold me.”

“Let it out sweet girl, I’m right here.” Jonah had reminded her gently and that’s when he felt Halle’s body shake uncontrollably underneath him, whimpering as she came on his dick. And he couldn’t help but to let himself watch in awe as she did so.

“Yeah, just like that… shit..” his movements had only gotten sloppy as he started to spill inside of her — Halle shut her eyes and dug her nails straight into his back at the feeling of him filling her up to the point she couldn’t stand it. Her body froze and fell into complete Arcadia, and she couldn’t move as she took any and everything.

Halle felt her last tear roll down her cheek and she began to feel funny, but in a blissful way. Like the stars in her eyes were the way of showing up after a blessing had been done and gifted.

She never loosened her grip on Jonah at all. His chest heaved as he leaned up on his knees and brought Halle with him. At this point she had been sensitive to every slight movement, and the feeling of Jonah shifting the both of them only made her cling to him tighter as he was still attached to her tender core.

He kissed her cheek softly and rubbed her back as he breathed out into the side of her neck. His heart slowing back to normal, as well as hers while they both came down from their high.

“I love you” Halle said quietly. Hearing those words leave her lips in her sweet little voice made Jonah’s insides flutter all over again. It’s all he’s been waiting to hear in person for weeks and he couldn’t be happier he got to love Halle into mangled bits like this. To be the only reason she would happy cry. And to feel her release on him like nectar from the sweetest honeycomb. Jonah would give Halle the world and entire galaxy if she wanted and he hoped she knew that deep down like she knew faith in her heart. He rose to meet her eye line again.

“I love you, Angel. Thank you for everything.” He gave the girl a loving smile as she cupped his face, a smile delicate and happily widening on her face as well. She kissed his lips and softly led him back to the pillows with her again. This time under the covers to fit snug in each other’s arms — where they held quite conversation until they both drifted off to sleep.

-⟢

The next day Halle had rose from what she would have said was the best slumber she’s gotten in months. And she could certainly blame it on the sex from the night before, but overall — feeling safe, and protected all night long with Jonah’s arms cradling her cozily throughout the night.

She rubbed her eyes with the hand that had been gently placed on his chest, looking up to see dark curls and the familiar sight of her beautiful man sleeping soundly. She smiled fondly as her tired eyes examined the room in the new daylight. Halle could spend a lifetime with him here. Just like this.

And the certification that she would have mornings like these guaranteed all season long, was exactly what she had been dreaming of since the beginning of last summer.

The girl leaned up gently to check her phone. As soon as the screen lit up Halle read the time had already been 2pm, her eyes went wide for a quick second. The fact that they had already slept in half a day making her chuckle to herself softly. Usually, it was almost always Jonah waking up at the crack of dawn, and Halle had no clue how’d he have so much energy that early in the morning — she envied him for it. It was a little bit unbelievable he had stayed asleep with her for so long, but she could understand the jet lag and obvious tiresome muscles from what a night they had.

The feeling of Halle’s sudden absence had started to wake Jonah up slowly as he reached out to feel her forearm gently. He groaned,

“Where’d my girlfriend sized pillow go ?”

“It’s two in the afternoon sleepy head.” Halle turned to look at him and he had sat up quickly to face her.

“Jesus,” he had blinked up at her in confusion “I don’t think I’ve ever slept in this late since… well, ever.”

“Oh, I know.” Halle laughed softly and hugged her knees to her chest against the cushions. “But there’s a first time for everything I suppose.”

Jonah had focused on Halle and realized she had been wearing his blouse from the night before. He raised his eyebrow. “Remind me when you slipped yourself into my shirt last night you little thief ?…”

“I have my ways.” She shrugged and zipped her lips.

“It’s swallowing you.” He laughed.

“I sleep in your clothes every night when you’re away !” She had crawled to him with giggles leaving her lips and she sat in front of the amused man who chuckled at her enthusiasm. “What else would I wear when I have to touch myself to the thought of you ?”

Halle grinned and Jonah tried to keep his cool by messing with her.

“Creepy and a minx. Got it.” He told her slyly and Halle gasped.

“You stalked me for like three years-“ Jonah cut her off by yelling “Tickle time !” As he pulled her into his lap. And Halle let out a high pitched squeal along with a trail of giggles and laughter shouting “stop it !” In between her squirming. And Jonah laughed as he ran his fingers all over her, too pleased with himself and how easy it is to get Halle to stop talking and giggle.

Halle knew for a fact she hadn’t been this giddy in months, with the daunting day to day responsibilities, and her boyfriend who brought the warmth in the cold of autumn to her doorstep, being thousands of miles away. But now that he was here, with her, making her heart shine bright and giving her every reason to smile — She just wanted to ride around with him like they would do last time around. Look at the Christmas lights decorated on house by house throughout the neighborhoods. Or the beautifully lit stores and seasonal stops that would go all out for the holiday’s.

He made everything so fun here — like a second home town to her. She had felt at home in his home. And the possibilities were endless now that Jonah was hers at last. He loves her and she loves him.

And just that was enough to convince her she’d never leave the warmest soul she’d ever known.

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itshoneywhatever · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @ravens-words for this, and this is something I haven’t posted yet nor share anything about it besides the main idea here.

Jake is a single father to a 12 year old daughter:

“C’mon dad, turn it up!” Katie says from the backseat.

Jake smiles and does as he’s told, happy to indulge his daughter’s obsession with screaming Taylor Swift songs. Now it’s Cruel Summer blasting through the speakers of his Jeep, Katie singing happily along.

“You ready?” She says, right before the best bridge in existence — at least according to his twelve year old daughter— starts.

Jake’s smile widens, joining his daughter in her singing/yelling, “I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar,” he looks through the rear view mirror to see Katie dancing as much as she can with her seatbelt on. “Said, 'I'm fine,’ but it wasn't true, I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.” He yells alongside her as he pulls into the lane leading to the school drop off. “And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, oh.” He parks just in time to turn around to look at his daughter beaming at him. “And I screamed for whatever it's worth ‘I love you,’ ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? He looks up grinning like a devil!” Jake laughs as she continues to sing, unbuckling her seatbelt and grabbing her stuff. “You got everything, peanut?”

“Yes, dad.” She moves forward to kiss him on the side of his head before jumping out of the car.

He turns down the music when she walks to stand next to the passenger door, the window rolled down so they can talk. “Remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Sorry, where are we drawing the line again?” She replies with a cheeky smile that reminds Jake of her mother. God, he misses his best friend so much.

“No stealing any aircrafts, unless it's to save the world.”

“Got it!” The school bell chimes in the distance “okay, gotta go now. Bye, dad.”

“Bye. Love you, monkey!” He yells the last part once she’s a few paces away.

“Love you, dad!” She yells back without turning around, waving a hand in the air as she continues her way towards the school’s entrance.

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This story will contain Hangster of course, the Dagger Squad and a lot of Taylor Swift songs

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Original post idea

#my fic #my idea #jake hangman seresin #hangster #taylor swift references

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ask-missparker · 1 year ago

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These hands to let it go free and this love came back to me / OUAT FanFic AU ⚔️

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai & Snow!Amelia

Summary: What happens when your brother crashes your wedding with an unexpected gift that made you question your love and worth? A curse.

Characters mentioned : Ben Barnes as The Dark Prince, Liane, Cole, Ethan, Cassandra, Jeremy, Cherik and etc

Note: There was a time when the couple was on the run hiding from the royal forces, going as Nicholas & Amara

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The wedding bells were ringing in the heavenly lit castle with guests from all over cheering as the couple dressed in whites and browns smiled being newly announced as husband and wife.

Snow in her pure feather dress with red edges to give it an accent as Charming was dressed in browns and blacks, his captain hat styled with a deep green feather attached to the inside.

Just then, the doors banged open and in swung the dark prince of crime, a king of shadows you can say holding up a playful fireball as he giggled. The crowd gasped, some yelled and others knights raced in protection as the prince with a flick of his wrist threw the guards back then glared at the couple.

“How cute. Didn’t think of inviting your brother to the wedding?” Yelled the dark prince of crime.

Charming held his wife closed and pointed his sword as he spat, “Get out!”

“Relax, brother. I’m here to offer you a gift for your precious little wedding and you’ll like it.”

“I don’t want it! Get out, Alexander. Your not king anyone, only a mere prince.”

“Oh hush, you never let me finish. Here’s my gift, this whole day will be a peaceful one, I’ll even give you the week. But starting Sunday at the tip of midnight, I will destroy your happiness, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Charming ordered the guards to get up and lock the castle, as he threw shadow sword straight at his brother, in a cloud of smoke older man disappeared. But he left with a cut on his right arm as the shallow sword dropped.

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Weeks—months past as Charming and Snow, also known as Nicholas and Amara when on the run, have gotten that news with their friends and found family. As they tried to all search for the prince, regroup and find a way to stop whatever cursed plan that is coming their way.

Nikolai was searching one night, stressing about it in the king’s office of their castle as he spoke with Marlene and Melissa about it. Princess Liane, sat down trying to figure out how it can play out.

His wife stole him for a moment, telling everyone else to rest as she stood in the castle’s kitchen making him a sandwich as he sat down listening to her words. He adored that she was always supportive and there to ease his emotions with a couple of smoothing words, even when he felt he had the entire weight of world on his shoulder.

She placed the sandwich on the table telling him to eat as she listened to his worries and rubbed his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“My heart, you’re in need to sleep and regroup later. You’ve been practicing your sword fighting all week and if not, you’re scouting with Marlene..” She said with a sigh, “He’s just trying to get into your head.”

“He’s not. He once held me captive in his chambers underneath the castle because he thought I was a better sword man than him. Poison me with a stupid apple and gave you a sleeping a curse..” He replied taking a bite out of the sandwich humming.

“If he hasn’t inactive since the wedding, he won’t be now. He’s petty and narrating a path that will lead him to more hate towards you. He wants to get in your head and not feel worthy of your title.”

“Am i worthy of this?”

“You married a farm girl, who was thrust into a world of royalty. You showed me and others kindness despite all you faced, so yes. Your worthy. And our child will see that to be true.”

He pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed small circles at catch their little prince or princess attention. He whispered a few sweet nothings to her belly and smiled getting a small kick in return.

Then he thought of something and smirked, “Your child. I want to ensure their safety if it’s the last thing I do..and will have to ask Cassandra to do so.”

She gave him a confused look with slight fear, “I-is that asking of too much? What if she says something that isn’t true?”

“It will be. We can resting knowing they will be alright, protecting them from my brother and his dark plans will be worth it. She can see the future!”

“If she says I’m twins I’m gonna be freak out.”

With that he laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He always planned on day having at least 3 children with her, especially knowing that she will be an amazing mother.

Within 48, Cassandra they arrived at the castle after guarding her flowers and spells to tell them all the truth behind the plans. Her eyes turned white and held up a finger with a odd look on her face.

She sat at the round table and spoke softly, “..The dark prince is casting a curse to spend us all to a land without magic, helpful dreams will never arrive. It will take over as much land as possible. He is teaming up with..the prince of mischief and Shaw to help with his spell.”

Those words caught Erik and Charles attention, as they sat the round table with their children Cole, Meira and Ethan. Erik grunted and looked at his husband who sighed already thinking of what can be done to protect their young.

Liane sighed looking at Ethan and then Nikolai, as she heard Cassandra speak softly what she can see. 3 villains all in one go, but the main one was Alexander who caused the grand curse as to destroy everyone at play. She wanted to protect her soon niece or nephew from all of this just as much as the parents did, hell she wanted to protect her found family along with herself. Alongside her crush, that was Ethan.

Cassandra opened her eyes as if her flashes were over as she said, “I didn’t see much but we all don’t survive this smoking dark curse. But we can save ourselves once it’s hit.”

Nikolai groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as he shared a look with Cole, and asked, “How? My child is a stake here, Cass! My brother will be..”

“Relax! We can send a few into the curse with knowledge of it all.”

“I’m not risking that. Erik come on, our friends likes are at stake and we only half will know.”

Erik sighed and grunted, “You think I like this? I don’t. But if we can go with Cassandra’s plan find a safe spot and do a few thing, it will work.”

Cole scoffed, “Yeah, sure dad, with what?”

“The Enchanted Forest is filled with trees of all kind, if we crave one with elements of magical escape, we can send all of that.”

Liane asked, “You can’t be serious. What? Are we gonna make a wardrobe out of a tree?”

“She’s onto something. Yes that can work! Melissa can help carve it.” Ethan added as Meira nodding knowing where to find such tree.

Cole and her disappeared in a cloud of smoke with Erik to go search for it with a second to spear. Amelia was quiet the entire meeting, rubbing her husband arm as she leaned into her chair. Liane noticed wondering what exactly she is thinking as she noticing her friend look at her husband with worry. Melissa share a look with the other girls.

“Mia relax. It’s gonna be fine..” Liane spoke, fixing her tiara with a smile, “I heard stress is bad for the baby.”

She sighed, “I have not given up hope..but who will go through the wardrobe is my worry..”

“Depends on the magic it can hold. My heard my father say it sometimes take up to 3 people or more..”

Nikolai looked down at his wife and kissed her cheek, “I got everything under control. And if we can’t find one, we will still find each other.”

“And your brother? Honey, you got bags under your eyes..we all do.” She asked with so much concern for him and their friends.

“If he shows up, I’ll let him know that he will have to wish he never enacted the curse in the first place.”

“Cole will try to kill him along with you…”

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3 trees were found, as Melissa and Cole’s husband Jeremy carved it in the at the man’s workshop. Jeremy was a pirate first, builder second as he grinned.

The idea that wardrobe might protect memories and because children are most likely to believe in fairytales, they will remember once the reach the land. The adults might not remember every single thing, or so they think.

Rick, Roch and Luna planned on bringing their kids into one.

Bruce and Natasha suggest it would be for the best. Everyone single of them had their own plans and businesses to take care of that they kept a secret from each other.

Cole being the wiser one of the crew, knew if he didn’t make it into any wardrobe he would remember and know everything, by hearing the sound of any one of the kids names he will snap out of the trance and enact his murder to Alexander. He may not like Nikolai too much but Amelia was like a sister to him.

Beside that, Cole and Alexander had their own problems together in the past before he even knew that he was Nikolai’s older brother.

Suddenly the curse hit as cloud of smoke started to wash over the land as the crew started to fight for their lives, bringing any children to safety to the crafted wardrobes. At one of the castles, knights were coming as Erik was fighting them off with Ethan as he out of his own reasons, pushed his son into one of wardrobes closing it knocking him out cold.

Let’s just say Ethan arrived to the real world due to being knocked out cold without as many memories of his past near the woods of a city. It was rather fuzzy for him but he was fine, going on his merry way. Creating a bit of trouble that will come to bit in him the ass later on, in the future being a daughter named Belladonna.

The kids however arrived at the real world as well but somewhere else as the curse it them, waking up in their beds within a town. Where their parents there with them of course, but given cursed memories of not being fairytale characters.

———

Meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest, as the curse was slowly washing over the woods into the rest of the land, Amelia was panicking a bit more than she thought she would. Not as much as Nikolai, who was preparing himself for a possible war with Cole, if any arm came to anyone in the castle.

Amelia placed a hand over the belly, looking at the small bassinet nearby that was meant to their son. She looked over at her husband, not feeling like a princess but a little farm girl in worry as she said, “I’m ready to leave you..”

Nikolai placed his sword on the table and cupped her face, “You won’t be alone, my brother will pay for this.”

She sighed, “I know he will. But Cass and Cole predicted we will see everyone again on his 18 birthday..the closest thing is 16th. He will need his father.”

“And he will, tell him tales about me. How I slayed a dragon on my first try or how I became my time sailing a ship with Captain Hook.”

“You are so confident in this whole thing aren’t you?”

“I have courage and compassion, I learned that from you. Mainly, i have my wit, my charm and my powers..”

He about to say something else when he sensed a pressure in the air, then sudden his wife gripped his hand tightly muttering that they had bigger things to deal with it.

They were about to have a small surprise.

A few short moments later, Amelia was on the bed screaming in pain and cursing out how she can’t have the baby now. Nikolai held her hand trying to hush his wife’s worries, yelling for the doctor to do something.

The whole castle was abuzz with chaos. Liane fighting against the evil guards outside, Marlene flying about trying to give her wife time with any additional stuff to the wardrobe. Cole was on the rooftop of the castle with a murderous glare as Alexander and his curse reached closer than ever, trying any protective shield.

That was when Jeremy raced into the bedroom, with sword in hand telling Nikolai that the final wardrobe was ready, about to help get his friends to the nursery. Nikolai about to carry his wife and move her out to the wardrobe when the doctor told him to not take any chances, as their son was about to be born now.

Alexander reached to castle with his guards surrounding the place on the rooftop fighting Cole as Nikolai’s chuckled softly at his son being born and placed into his wife’s arms.

The curse is here, they basically failed. He was leaning towards the two pressing a gentle hand on his head hushing his cries as Amelia smiled with tears in her eyes humming a tone.

He was so small yet so beautiful, wiggling and whispering a little as his cries calmed down.

“Hey Joshua..our little love..” Amelia whispered smiling.

Nikolai used the back of his finger rubbing his child’s cheek and smiled, “..welcome to world, you couldn’t wait a few more hours could you sweetheart?”

“We failed..that’s okay..”

“But at least we’re together.”

Amelia paused for a moment and sighed wishing her husband’s strong wit and clever beliefs didn’t rub off on her but it did. She looked at him and said, “Go fight your brother..”

“What?” Nikolai said, holding his son in arms now fixing his baby blanket to keep him warm.

“..take him to the wardrobe with Jeremy and go help Cole..”

“No. Darling, no I can’t leave you like this right now. And not our son!“

“You said it yourself! We need to have courage and believe we will be okay, he will come back to us. It’s a risk, I know…”

“But we have to take it. We have to give him his best chance no matter what it takes. I hate it when I’m right.”

She pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead, telling Joshua to be a trooper for his daddy as Nikolai smiled softly hearing her, kissed his wife quickly grabbing his sword and rushed out. He joined Jeremy in the hallway who was fighting his brother’s knights and raced down the hall, defeating them to fight more keeping Joshua relaxed in his arms.

Jeremy lead the way to the nursery, as he rushed off to kill some guards that were coming to Amelia’s room to find Melissa trying to wake their friend up but she was knocked out cold.

Nikolai raced into the nursery, stabbing a knight and dropped his sword to create a shadow to knock a few other guardsmen out cold, hell he made sure they were dead.

With a flick of his wrist, he flung open the wardrobe’s doors and placed his son inside safety pressing a kiss to his forehead telling him to have courage and find them soon as he closed the doors.

Just as he did, in a cloud of green and black smoke appeared Alexander and Cole neck and neck trying to kill one another. Nikolai stood up with a shadowy smile and glared blasting his brother to a wall, as Cole pinned the man to the wall shouting at him.

Two verse one, as the 3 of them fought and as the smoking clouds from the curse becoming a storm, that rip off the top of the ceiling as Nikolai gasped pinning his brother to the ground holding up a shadow in his a hand.

Cole was behind him, trying to block the storm and yelled, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere horrible.” Alexander said smiling with a glare.

“No shit dipshit.”

“In a few moments you won’t remember you were fighting me.”

“Very specific.”

Nikolai with a last minute stitch to leave a mark, pulling his sword in front of him and cut his brother in the same place he did months ago during his wedding day. A way for his brother to remember, that matter what happens he will never fully destroy his spirt. Alexander shouted in pain and pushed his brother away, causing him to storm back then attack Cole with a blast.

That was when cloudy spoke louder, engulfed the whole castle sending everyone to a town called Fighter-town, Maine.

Thanks for reading! What did you think of it? Yes I was watching season 1 OUAT pilot shhh 🤫

Fun fact! 🖋 Josh Dallas who plays Prince Charming in Once Upon A Time, played Fandral in Thor (2011)

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0averysillygoose0 · 10 months ago

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I can still make the whole place shimmer (with the skin of a killer, Bella) - Chapter one

Prologue is posted and in my master list♡

Summary:

Angelica Cullen was supposed to have died over 300 years ago, but now she gets to watch as her adoptive brother stalks some girl from Arizona.

Born in the 1600s to one Carlisle Cullen and his first wife- a woman whose name has since faded into obscurity, Angelica was never supposed to amount to much more than marriage and children. Now a perpetual sixteen-year-old who wants nothing more than to be able to paint her nails in peace to the Mama Mia soundtrack, she finds herself with little to occupy her time.

Her relationship with her family is growing more strained by the day. The cycle of high school has long since become dull and draining, and despite her desperation for something else, she's forced to stay stagnant for 'the good of the family'.

A family who's wearing her patience thin.

Then Bella Swan moves to Forks and Angelica's pressure is suddenly raised as the Cullen family is thrown into a potentially life-ending challenge every five business days. The Quillute are watching closely, as are the Volturi for any slip-ups, and in the world of the supernatural, Angelica has the grace of a baby deer.

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Chapter one Family feud

Forks was a rainy footnote of a town where the perpetually swollen gray clouds outnumbered the residents.

It was dotted with rickety, water stained houses, not yet old enough to be considered historical but not new enough to be considered modern and the sidewalks had a permanent shine to them despite being cracked and worn from the many paths taken.

The smell of the sea, heavy with salt, hung in the air. It mingled with drifts of damp foliage and soil from the forest. Green lay everywhere, in the moss laiden trunks, the canopy of leaves and the fern littered ground.

Angelica Cullen was growing tired of the long and winding roads that snaked around the trees. The pavement was always slick, reflecting passing headlights in the persistent puddles. She knew where each curve led, how much a section of the highway veered off to the side and how many scratches there were in the solid yellow line that separated the two lanes.

She was sitting slouched over in the passenger seat of a silver Volvo, her arms crossed over her chest. A blush pink backpack lay by her water stained uggs, with several papers on the brink of spilling out. Angelica couldn’t have been bothered to shut the bag.

Her biology homework was undoubtedly ruined, the ink already bleeding through the paper. She mourned the delicate little doodles of flowers that had been smudged away more than the lost 20 minutes it had taken her to complete the worksheet. Another assignment marked late. In the rearview mirror, the large wooden slats and warm glowing windows that made up their latest home were beginning to grow blurrier. She watched as small droplets raced themselves down the pane of glass, their trickles eventually colliding into each other. The constant downpour left everything cold in its wake. The warm lights of homes were dulled through the blur of unrelenting droplets. In the back seat of every car sat a spare jacket, with mittens and hats joining the fray when the rain turned to harsh winter snow.

The people of Forks had a habit of complaining unrelentingly about the weather, despite it being a defining feature of the place. The teenagers (especially the girls), mourned the missed opportunities of dawning proper spring and summer attire and the unkindness of the icy beaches that lay just outside of the town. The adults lamented about the expenses of heating and water damage. They shared their idyllic speculations of moving away in small coffee shops, although they never carried through with the idea.

Silence hung heavy in the stale air of the car, made muggy by the dampness outside. Angelica let out a heavy sigh. Her eyes darted over to the glove box that housed the collection of CDs.

“I’m not listening to Taylor Swift.” Came the quick and sulky reply.

Angelica couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“ABBA then.” She tried, offering her attempt at an olive branch.

“I don’t want to listen to any meaningless pop songs, I don’t care who wrote them.”

Her lips pursed irritably. She had a stomach ache, one of her own making, but a stomach ache nonetheless. Her eyes hung heavily, but sleep evaded her.

I want a nap.

It was one of her step mother’s many attempts to make the pair of them get along better. Somehow she thought being confined to Edward’s car on the drive to and from school would force Angelica to enjoy her brother’s company. If anything it was sending her firmly away. Truthfully, Angelica wondered why Esme had thought it was even necessary. She didn’t hate Edward, and she had no problem being around him for the most part. It was only when he opened his mouth and his typical dreary and pessimistic attitude slipped out of it that she grew irritable.

“ I’m Edward, I’m quirky. I have to pretend to hate nice things because I hate myself.” Angelica twittered in a high pitched voice. She turned to glare at the boy. “That’s you, that’s what you sound like.”

Her brother glowered, his heavy brows sliding down his face. The frown seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face. Angelica couldn’t remember the last time his lips had parted into that crooked grin of his, or he’d so much as scoffed at a joke.

Had she been driving her own car she’d be able to play all the music she wanted. Unfortunately, she still had several months to go until she’d be awarded that privilege once more. Only after she gathered around a cake no one could eat, littered with unlit candles, would she be able to use her beloved license.

“I don’t know why you’re allowed to have a license in the first place.” Edward muttered. “You’re a shitty driver.” Angelica scoffed. “Three weeks ago you hit a bunny.” She pointed out in an accusatory tone.

“It was my attempt at going to a drive through.” He said dryly.

Angelica turned to face the window again. “That’s not funny.”

“You’re too sensitive.” “No, I mean it's an objectively poorly construed and constructed joke.” She muttered, before she focused her gaze back on the familiar, long stretch of highway in front of them.

The rest of the drive was silent, spare for the sound of rain and wind pelting against the car’s windshield. It seemed to stretch on the closer they grew to their destination.

Edward’s Volvo had only just cleared the thin yellow lines that defined a parking space when Angelica was flinging herself out the door, a hurried “goodbye” on her lips.

Emmett’s jeep was already sitting in its normal space, only a few meters away. The four of them, Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie were still lounging in their seats. She didn’t stop to say hi. Unlike the rest of them, she had conversations to look forward to, outside of the stilted attempts teachers made to drag out answers from her siblings.

In Angelica’s opinion, it was a miracle no one had suspected anything of the family in the first place. Emmett and Rose looked more like actors in a tv show trying to portray high schoolers than actual seniors in highschool.

Not for the first time, Angelica wondered why they didn’t just send those two to university. She knew that if it were up to her, that’s where she would be. Studying English or maybe Mythology. Of course her father would say that it was difficult for the family to stay together outside of the highschool routine, but Angelica was finding it easier and easier with each passing year to look over that downside.

“Angie!”

A mousy brunette exclaimed excitedly, practically launching herself at her friend. Her arms had already been open as she rushed down the hall.

Angelica let out a small laugh, letting her muscles go slack so the girl wouldn’t hurt herself as she crashed against her rib cage. Her friend held her as though they’d been separated for years instead of four days.

“Girl,where were you this weekend?” Lilian asked after she’d pulled away. She didn’t wait for an answer before grabbing Angelica’s hand and leading her down the hallway towards their lockers.

“Alaska. I told you, remember?” Angelica chided lightly, following the girl as she cleared a path for them. “We went to visit my cousins.”

“Wait, like your bio cousins?” Lilian frowned. Her navy blue backpack was strung over one shoulder. Her water bottle teetered dangerously from the side pocket.

“The adoptive ones.”

“Have you ever met them before?”

“Mhmm, the first time was when I was like thirteen.” She said, trying to keep track of the backstory Carlisle had forced her to memorize. “They’re chill, we mostly played board games and stuff.”

She felt the familiar tug of guilt in the pit of her stomach that arose whenever the subject of her family arose at school. Angelica knew it wasn’t a malicious lie, but the words itched as they passed from her lips. Maybe it was how earnestly the mortal girl listened, trusting her wholeheartedly.

They’d stopped in front of a dented blue locker, number 420 . Angelica had smiled when she’d first been assigned it.

“How was Anna’s beach campfire thing?” She asked quickly, forcing energy into her voice.

“It was good. But you shoulda been there. Everyone missed you.” Lilian added.

Angelica nodded, a sad smile pulling at her lips. Her absence hadn’t been for lack of effort. She had begged Carlisle to let her go, promising she’d be careful. But the weekend had been too bright for them to stay, and even with her assurance that the event was taking place at night and would be totally fine, he’d still deemed it much too risky. Angelica wondered if it was because Edward had told him the beach would be littered with drinks and boys. Drinks Angelica couldn’t get drunk off of, and boys who didn’t hold her interest outside of passing conversations.

“Yeah.” She sighed finally. “My parents were kind of on my ass to go with them though. I couldn’t get out of it.”

Lilian nodded sympathetically. “Sucks.” She mumbled.

“Yeah.” Angelica shrugged, wrestling a textbook out of the overstuffed locker shelf. It was littered with an array of posters, cosmetics. A small pink bag was tucked in the back, containing pads and tampons. Obviously they hadn’t been for her own use (the one upside of organ failure), but she kept them for others.

“Did you get that math homework done, Lil?” She asked, reaching for a tube of mascara from her small stock of cosmetics and tucking it into her tote bag for later.

Lilian paled, her eyes going wide. “Shit, shit, shit.” She whispered under her breath, dropping to her knees. The girl began rifling through her backpack desperately. She eventually tugged out five sheets of paper, wrinkled and just barely stapled together.

“Bathroom trip?” Angelica suggested. An amused grin tugged at the corner of her lips. She pulled the completed worksheet they’d been assigned for the weekend out of her tote.

Lilian nodded quickly, stuffing the homework back into her bag. Angelica threw her free arm around the girl’s shoulder, then clicked her lock shut.

“Do you want to do something tonight? I rented Mama Mia.”

“Oooh.” Angelica smiled. “Can you drive me home after?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

She fished her papers from the bag. “Should Anna come?”

“I’ll ask her at lunch, but she might have Volleyball practice.” She took them from Angelica’s hands.

“She’d probably skip for us though.” “Yeah, probably.”

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“I’m going to Lilly’s today, I won’t need a ride home.” She told Edward passively, her eyes still trained on the prep worksheet in front of her. There was a dull hum in their biology class as everyone bothered themselves with answering the questions.

Anna was sat up front, blonde ringlets pulled back into a ponytail. They’d been lab partners until last week when Mr Banner had decided they spent too much time gossiping and not enough time taking notes. Angelica had reluctantly joined her brother’s side.

“You can’t.” Edward finished the worksheet with ease. “Carlisle’s taking us out for dinner tonight,” He paused briefly, catching an intrigued look from the girl who sat at the table across the aisle, “In Port Angeles.” He added.

“Bring me a box back then.” She muttered, doodling a small whale on the side of her paper. Angelica hatch marked in the fin and the underbelly, her best attempt at shading with her lilac pen. The felt tip was too large for any delicacy. She couldn’t be bothered to answer the actual questions.

Dad can cope.

Angelica shrugged off her brother.

Some of us have lives outside of the family.

Edward eyed her up with contempt. “Mr Banner.” His arm was raised unnaturally straight, looking stiff as a rock. Angelica turned to stare at him.

Whatever you’re doing, stop it.

The teacher seemed startled that he’d spoken for once. The man blinked in surprise.

“Yes, Edward?” Mr Banner’s voice was hesitant.

“Angelica can’t do the dissection, the formaldehyde gives her migraines” He announced.

Her hand curled into a fist.

“I can do it.” Angelica said quickly, spewing mental curses in her brother’s direction. “I’ll be fine.”

From across the room, Anna had fixed her with a confused stare, and she could feel the eyes of others on her as well.

“You passed out during the eyeball dissection in freshman year back in Alaska.” Edward continued. He gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. A hot jolt of anger darted through her. She wanted to rip his wrist off of his body and put one of the bunsen burners to good use. “Carlisle said you have to avoid that stuff.”

The teacher shook his head. “Angelica, I can’t allow you to participate if there’s a risk of you fainting.”

“Mr Banner, really, I’ll be fine.” She insisted.

Edward had the nerve to flash a lopsided grin at her. Of course now, his humor returned. She’d have to remember that the key to pulling him out from his sullen attitude was her own suffering. “You just told me you felt dizzy.”

Angelica’s hand shook, leaving a small felt tip pockmark on her paper. Her lower lip drew upwards, pressing into a thin line.

“If you’re feeling unwell, I suggest you go to the nurse’s office.”

I hope you eat a sepsis ridden mountain lion tonight, you bloody twat.

Edward watched in satisfaction as she pulled her bag up from the chair below her, papers on the brink of spilling out as she dragged herself out the door.

Angelica scrawled out a quick note and slipped it inside Lilly’s locker as she made her way down the dreary, empty hallway. She could hear the buzz of conversation from inside the shut classroom doors.

I felt sick, and had to go home. We’ll hang out later this weekend.

-A

The office was painted a garish shade of faded teal that clashed poorly with the sickly yellow furniture. Angelica mumbled a quick hello to Ms. Cope who was sat boredly at the front desk. She nodded toward the nurse’s station, where a plump woman with wavy blonde hair was sitting in her cramped office.

“Mrs. Cooper?” Angelica asked in a bleary voice. She let her eyelids droop ever so slightly.

The nurse’s head snapped up and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

“Nice to see you again.” The woman said warmly, gesturing for her to enter the tiny room. It consisted of a cramped desk and a plastic cot that was covered in a variety of elusive stains. “What’s going on?”

“I think I have a migraine.” Angelica mumbled, slurring her words together. She moved further into the room, lowering herself onto the stained cot. She made a mental note to do a deep wash of the yoga pants she was wearing. Ms. Cooper’s face contorted in sympathy. “Could you call my mom?”

“What are your symptoms, sweetheart?” She inquired, rifling through a stack of papers until she retrieved the medical report sheet.

“I felt all dizzy in bio but now I have like a pain in my temple, and when I was trying to read all the letters were turning green and moving around.” The girl supplied in a pitiful voice. “I wanna puke.” She added for good measure.

“Migraine.” Ms. Cooper confirmed with a click of her pen. “Temple pain, aura and nausea.” There was a brief scratching noise as she scribbled every detail onto the paper. “I’ll just step out and give home a ring, hon.” Angelica dipped her head. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She smiled. “Let me just get the lights for you, the fluorescents can’t be helping.”

“Oh yeah, the fluorescents.” Angelica nodded.

The nurse flipped the switch, and a diluted darkness filled the small room. She heard the small flick of a cell phone being opened. “Hi, this is Ms. Cooper calling from the school,” There was a brief pause, followed by some nodding, “Oh, everything’s fine, but I’m afraid poor Angelica has another migraine.” She shook her head. “ Tsk.” The nurse flicked the sound out from between her teeth before darting to look over at the girl through the window in the bleak office. Angelica pretended not to notice. “Yeah, she looks pretty pale. Says she has an aura and nausea… Mhm- Oh! Perfect…. So ten minutes? Okay- yes that’s perfect… thank you, mhm... Oh, you too.” “Your Mom will be here soon, sweetheart.” She said finally, sticking her head into the dark room.

“Thanks.” She grimaced. ***

“Alice told you?” Angelica inquired drearily, slamming the passenger door behind her. She shook out her hair that had become downtrodden by the rain. Her carefully curled coils had become messy clumps that would undoubtedly frizz up throughout the car ride home.

Esme nodded, slipping the key into the ignition. The warm purr of the engine pulsed through the car’s small body.

“Edward can do that worksheet for you.” She offered, clicking her seatbelt into place. Esme glanced over her shoulder quickly. “You’re clearly too sick for that.” The woman chuckled good naturedly, quickly shifted into reverse, effortlessly gliding out of the parking spot.

Angelica nodded, curling up in her seat. “I should be fine by tomorrow, it’s just a migraine.”

Esme made a clicking sound with her tongue, shaking her head sympathetically. “I called your father, he thinks you might have that flu that's been going around.”

Rain pounded against the windshield as they pulled out onto the main road that ran straight through the town. The clouds above were swollen and dark, promising that the weather wouldn’t be quick to yield. Angelica pulled the strings of her sweater tighter, tying them into a knot. The familiar rumble of the road below them was lulling her.

The toes of her uggs touched the bottom of the glove compartment as she stretched out, leaving a mud stain. Through the side mirror, she could see the block of worn red bricks that made up Forks High School as it faded into the distance. Had it not been for the cars that littered the parking lot, the building would have looked deserted.

“You need to rest.” Her stepmother hummed, brows creasing as she studied the dark circles that lined the girl’s eyes. “Your father said he could barely get you to crawl out of bed this morning.”

Angelica’s head lolled over towards Esme, her hair covered up in the gray hood. “I’m just tired from classes. High school starts to get draining after the 100th time.”

“You’re tired because you haven’t eaten in a while.” Esme fixed her with a worried golden glance.

Angelica’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she managed to bite her tongue.

“Carlisle’s been worried about you, sweetheart." Angelica nodded, her eyes still trained on the blurred outside. Her fingertips tapped against the arm rest. “He’s always worried about me.” She muttered.

“It’s natural, you’re still so young.” Esme tutted, shaking her head. She’d said ‘still’ as though Angelica possessed the potential to change.

“I was a day away from seventeen, I’m practically the same age as Edward.” She said, fighting the edge of annoyance from seeping into her voice. She didn’t want to lash out on her step mother merely because Edward had ruined her day and left her with a seething frustration. Esme hadn’t done anything to her, Angelica knew that. But the burning irritation within her had yet to get the memo.

“It’s different with you.” Esme hummed, switching lanes. The turn signal ticked monotonously. The difference itself went unsaid as it always did with Esme. She didn’t like to acknowledge Angelica’s unique connection to Carlisle, but whenever she did, it was always to explain away her husband’s behaviors.

“I guess.” She sank further into her seat. “Can I play some music?”

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A/N

I ♡ family drama.

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