#they married and lived happily ever after mkay

[everythingharrypotterblog]

charmed [15]: 'padfoot' (wolfstar x reader smut)

a/n: HOLY SHIT GUYSSS. we're ALMOST NEARING THE END. enjoy this short lil part. its spicy, its sweet, its sad. it's rly been a journey and i am so not ready for it to end. as always, itd make me so happy to hear from you.

warnings: smut, mmf threesome, oral f! and m! receiving

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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15.

1980. Very shortly after Y/N joined the Order.

“Dog.” Remus pointed out.

“Dog.”

Y/N and Remus were on a walk in a little London park. 

“I need to pet it so bad.” Y/N said. Remus chuckled, sneaking a glance at her.

And luckily enough, as they walked past the owner, the fluffy golden retriever with a waggy tail proved to be friendly, running over to Y/N and Remus.

“Hi! Hello!” Y/N exclaimed happily as the dog ran up to her, sniffing and licking her legs. “May I pet him?” She looked up at the owner.

“Of course.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet aren’t you— oh!” Y/N giggled, kneeling down and petting the dog, giving him good scratches everywhere and letting him lick her face.

Remus looked down on her with fondness on his face before crouching down beside her to pat the dog’s head.

“Have a great day.” Y/N smiled as they got up. The owner tipped his hat at them, and they walked away from each other.

“Big dog lover, eh?” Remus said.

“Yes.” Y/N smiled. “I just love them so much, they’re so cuddly and happy. They make me feel better every single time.”

“That’s really cute.” Remus said, refraining from saying “you’re”. They had just began being friends, he was way too shy to let his crush on her show just yet.

+

It was a Tuesday evening in November and a few Order members were gathered at Number 12 Grimmauld Place after a meeting.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Remus said as he walked in on Y/N in the living room, laid down on the couch under a blanket.

“Yeah.” Y/N replied. “Just traditional seasonal depression. It makes me want to hole up and do nothing.”

Remus took a seat at her feet. They stayed in silence for a little while until Remus sat up suddenly. “Wait here.”

He went to the kitchen where Sirius was and whispered something in his ear.

A few moments later, a big shaggy black dog burst through the living room, running straight for Y/N.

“Oh my GOD!” Y/N sat up immediately, closing her eyes as the dog jumped on her and started licking her face. “OH MY GOD, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM—“ She squealed out of happiness as he wagged his tail, nuzzling her and happily accepting her scratches.

Remus felt warmth fill his chest and cheeks as Y/N’s hearty loud laugh filled the room. He realized that he loved seeing her happy like this. And he did like that it was his doing.

+

The kitchen was filled with the clunk of glass Butterbeer bottles hitting the table, the crunch of biting into a handful of chips and loud booming voices.

“Y/N, your turn.” Remus said.

“Mkay,” Y/N said, leaning over to pick up a card. She read it, “Question. Have you ever lied to me and if yes, what was the lie? Hmm…. I’m gonna ask it to the both of you, can I do that?”

Sirius shrugged from across the table. “Okay. So a time where both Moony and I have lied to you?”

Y/N nodded, leaning back in her chair. She looked at the two, smiling. “This should be good.”

Remus and Sirius looked at each other, pensively. Remus burst out laughing. “Well, there is a big thing that we’ve been keeping from you…”

“What?” Sirius looked at Remus confusedly. Remus stuck his tongue out and panted, and Sirius threw his head back in laughter upon comprehending. “Okay, yeah, Y/N there is one thing.”

“What?” Y/N asked in anticipation.

“You know that black dog that Remus brings around whenever you’re sad?”

“Yeah…” Y/N raised an eyebrow. This was not where she expected it to go. 

“Well… it’s ME!”

Y/N spat out her drink. “The fuck you mean it’s you?”

“It’s literally me.”

“Shut up.”

Remus was laughing to the point of tears right now.

Sirius stood up, did a little twirl and transformed into the dog. Y/N fell out of her seat.

“WHAT? REMUS JOHN LUPIN, THIS WHOLE TIME THAT DOG YOU’VE BEEN BRINGING IS MOTHERFUCKIN JUST SIRIUS??? SIRIUS?!”

Remus nodded, unable to speak as he wiped the tears of laughter from his face.

“Hold on… SO THAT’S WHY THEY CALL YOU PADFOOT?” Y/N yelled at the dog. Remus let out a howl of laughter. Y/N was under so much shock that she didn’t even think of admitting that she herself was also an Animagus.

Sirius transformed back into human form and come up behind Y/N to hug her.

“I feel so betrayed what—“ Y/N laughed. “I let you sleep on my lap!”

“And you still can, darling.” Sirius winked.

Remus rolled his eyes. 

“What, jealous Moony? Get over here.”

Remus joined his friends on the floor and the three tangled themselves in some sort of three-way hug.

“Guys?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you guys.” Y/N said, voice muffed in their embrace.

“To friendship.”

“To friendship”.

+

Y/N found herself watching Sirius undo his long mane of hair and comb his fingers through the knots before he threw it back into an updo.

“Siri?” She hummed.

“Yes?”

“You have such nice hair.” She complimented him.

He blushed slightly. “Well, thank you lovely.”

He walked out of the kitchen. Remus, who was sitting across the table from Y/N, lifted an eyebrow. He put down his coffee mug and a mischievous smile came upon his lips.

“Dove…”

“Hmm?”

“Can you come here for a sec?” He asked, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs.

No need to ask twice for that. Y/N hopped up, and took a seat on Remus’ lap.

“What’s up?” She said, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Can I ask you something?” Remus said cheekily, tracing his thumb over the side of her hip. “Do you find Sirius attractive?”

That was not what Y/N was expecting to hear. She looked slightly taken aback. Her cheeks heat up. “He’s your best friend, Remmy!”

Remus shrugged. “I know. I just wanna know. I wouldn’t be offended you know, the opposite even.”

Y/N looked at him weirdly. Remus let out a shy chuckle. “I’ve never admitted this to you but… Sirius and I… we have in the past… occasionally…”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“WHAT?”

That was even less of what Y/N expected to hear. “I’ve known you for a while now, and I’ve never heard of this!! What else have you not told me?”

“Just this, I promise.” Remus laughed, burying his head in her neck.

Y/N licked her teeth. “Damn. That’s kinda hot.”

“Really?” Remus lifted off her, reading her face for expression.

“Yeah…” Y/N said. She felt herself become shy. “And to answer your question, yeah Siri is cute. But you know you’re the love of my life, Remus.”

Remus smiled broadly. “I know. But it doesn’t mean we don’t get to have any fun, right?”

Y/N swallowed. She felt herself get aroused. And she knew that Remus would be able to smell it. It was a sense that had been permanently changed since his werewolf bite.

He did.

“You like the idea?” He whispered into her ear, hand sliding up between her thighs.

“Yes.” Y/N breathed, closing her eyes.

+

Y/N hummed to herself as she twirled around in her room in a bright red dress that she had just made herself. 

She heard the apartment door open and two pairs of footsteps walk in. It must be Remus with one of the other Marauders.

“Knock knock.” A voice said.

She looked up above her own reflection in the mirror. “Siri!”

Sirius came in and gave her a quick hug. “You’re the only one who calls me that.”

“It’s cute. Do you mind it?”

“No, not at all. What are you all dressed up for?”

“Oh, nothing. Just one of my latest boredom creations.”

Sirius hummed. “It looks nice.”

His gaze was respectful. It always was extremely respectful with Sirius and Y/N. He was like her gay best friend, except he wasn’t gay. At least not fully.

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled. “If I were to go out in this, how would I do my hair?” She pondered, going back to look at the mirror.

“Up. For sure.” Sirius answered.

Y/N gathered her hair up. “Like this?”

“Hmm. Yeah, but— may I?” He asked. She nodded and Sirius made his way to her.

He settled behind her and ran his fingers through her hair to gather it up in a ponytail. His fingers felt soft as they grazed her scalp.

“Like that.” Sirius said, holding the ponytail with one hand as his other came to rest on her bare shoulder. She felt her pulse in her neck dangerously close to where his hand was.

She looked at him in the mirror’s reflection. He met her gaze.

“Well, well, well, what fun are we up to here?”

Remus stepped in the room, jolting Y/N and Sirius apart. He let go of her hair and it came cascading down. 

“Hey!” Y/N whipped around to face him.

Although nothing really out of the ordinary had happened, the energy was different in the room.

“It feels like I’m interrupting something.” Remus chuckled, a hint of cheekiness in his voice.

“Course not.” Sirius said, plopping himself onto Y/N’s bed.

“I was just showing Pads my newest project.” Y/N gave a light twirl to show off the new dress. “You like?”

Remus licked his lips, stroking his chin. “Very beautiful.” Y/N grinned. From the side of his eye, he caught Sirius watching her too.

“Sirius, you like?”

Sirius broke off his gaze. “Hmm, wha- oh yes of course, our little bird’s quite the seamstress!”

Remus walked up to Y/N, greeting her with a hug. He leaned down placing a quick kiss on her lips. Y/N smiled through it.

She was about to pull away but Remus wrapped his arm around her waist. He slid his finger along her jaw and deepened the kiss.

Sirius looked away.

Y/N opened her eyes, giggling nervously. “Um, baby, Sirius is right there.” She whispered.

Remus opened his, glancing over at his friend on the bed. “Sirius, want to join?”

Both Y/N and Sirius looked at him, taken aback. They grew shy.

Sirius laughed it off, insinuating Remus played too much. But Remus didn’t drop the question.

“Listen, I don’t want to make any of you uncomfortable.” He began. “But… I do know for a fact that you two do find each other attractive.. and God knows it would be the hottest thing for me too. Maybe we can have a bit of fun?”

Y/N swallowed. She did not know what to feel except for a certain ache that began pooling between her legs.

“I- uh.” Sirius breathed. He ran his hand through his hair. He laughed, biting his lip. Y/N almost whimpered. “I’m down for anything if you are.”

Y/N let go of Remus. She nodded. Taking a hesitant step towards Sirius, she glanced back at Remus, who winked at her.

“Why don’t you climb onto his lap, dove, you love doing that.” Remus said, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

Sirius leaned back on his elbows, licking his lips as he watched Y/N climb onto him, a knee on either side of him.

“You’re such a pretty thing,” Sirius sighed.

“Could say the same about you,” Y/N responded as she ran her hands down his chest.

Sirius sat up, placing both of his hands on her hips.

“You can kiss her,” Remus grunted, thoroughly enjoying the sight of this.

Taking a deep breath in through their noses, Sirius and Y/N pressed their lips together. Letting out a moan, Sirius pulled her tighter against him, pressing her center to his.

Y/N cried out, the sound muffled by the kiss, as she wrapped her arms around Sirius’ neck and ground her hips under his hold.

“Merlin,” Sirius panted as the two pulled apart. “You’re exquisite. Can I touch you, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded and Sirius brought both hands up, sliding up her ribs and coming to cup her breasts. He squeezed them, sending Y/N’s eyes rolling back.

“Such cute tits, oh I wanna see em,” he said, pulling the dress out of the way. He smiled when they were revealed to him, bringing his mouth to one of her nipples.

Remus loosened his tie from his corner, feeling hot.

“Isn’t she something?” He said, getting up and walking towards them. “I bet you’ve got Pads all hard and straining under there.”

Y/N grinned and nodded. “Let’s take care of that.”

She climbed off and Sirius undid his belt, pulling his pants off. Both Remus and Y/N kneeled down in front of him.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius swore again. It wasn’t even his birthday or Christmas.

He revealed himself. He indeed was already furiously hard.

“Gorgeous.”  Remus hummed. It had been a while. He placed a soft kiss on the head, licking over the slit.

Sirius hissed and squeezed his eyes closed. Y/N leaned forward, dragging her tongue down the base of his shaft as Remus sucked at the tip.

“Fucking hell!” He dared to look down, the sight of his best friend and his girl both sucking him off simultaneously enough to bring him closer over the edge.

He cradled both their heads with one hand, shaking and swearing until he finally came. Y/N wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Wow”.

Remus smiled, catching his breath. His eyes darkened. He could smell Y/N. And she was sopping.

“You wanna taste Y/N, Padfoot? I promise you she’s got the prettiest fucking pussy you’ll ever see.”

“Hell yes.”

Y/N whimpered, squeezing her thighs together before switching places with Sirius. Remus climbed onto the bed behind her, pulling her dress off over her head. Her breasts were still pink from Sirius’ hands beforehand.

Sirius’ eyes trailed down to her stomach, to the navy cotton underwear that hugged her hips. She spread legs and revealed a wet spot that had soaked through. Sirius almost fainted.

“Aw baby, you’re this wet huh? Sirius teased. He brought a finger to the warm fabric, spreading it and pressing against her clit.

Y/N cried, throwing her head back and Remus was behind her to bear her weight. “Who got you this wet, huh dove?” Remus asked, looking at her panting face as she settled her back nicely into his chest.

“You. You two.”

Sirius removed his hand and replaced it with his tongue, licking along the wet spot and dampening it even further. 

“Oh fuck,” Y/N gasped, crumbling onto Remus. “Take them fucking off.”

Sirius slid her panties down her legs, her pussy so wet that it already dripped and stained the sheet beneath her.

“Open up darling, open up. Let Padfoot see.” 

He slid his tongue up her folds once and wasted no time brushing it over her clit, taking it between his lips and sucking it.

Remus ran his warm hands over her stomach, then brought them up to her chest. With the pressure of Sirius’ tongue on her clit and Remus’ hands on her breasts, she moaned in ecstasy and threw her head back on Remus’ shoulder.

She cried, a string of half-gibberish swears leaving her mouth. Remus’ hand came and caressed her throat, then he ran his fingers over her lips, parting them so she can suck on them.

“So fucking good.”

+

Present day. 1993, Hogwarts.

Y/N took a swig from her goblet of orange juice as she opened the Daily Prophet that was laying around on the teacher’s table in the Great Hall. The headline wrote: “Sirius Black, newly sighted near Hertfordshire”. She lay her goblet down and quickly turned the paper to another page.

She glanced over at her side. Remus was quietly enjoying his breakfast.

“Anything interesting?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Nah.”

[agerestorybits]

A promise

Patton didn’t like lying but it wasn’t really lying if he just never brought it up...right? It wasn’t like anyone wanted to know about it or asked about it. He acted childish sometimes and so they just accepted it as something he did. No one looked closer.

At least until Janus was around all the time, and since Janus was around Remus came with him. Both of whom very quickly picked up on the small little bits of Patton’s regression that slipped through that the others just accepted as him being him.

Patton only allowed himself to regress when he was alone at night. No one ever came looking for him then. So when there was a knock on his door he jumped before slowly going over to the door and opening it.

Janus looked him up and down before nodding. “As I thought.”

“What?” Patton asked, chewing on the cat paws of his onesie.

“How old are you right now?” Janus asked softly.

“Five.” Patton said. “How you know I’m little?”

“We can talk about that when you’re bigger.” Janus said before entering the room. “Now, It’s late and someone as little as you should be sleeping.”

Patton huffed. “No.”

Janus looked at him. “Come on kiddo.”

Patton teared up. “But I only get be little now!”

Janus frowned before pulling Patton into a hug. “Shhh. It’s ok. We’ll fix that, ok?”

Patton nodded. “Mkay.”

"Now let's get you in bed." Janus said gently leading Patton to bed and tucking him in. "Would you like a story?"

Patton looked down. "Why you being nice to me?"

Janus froze before asking,"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Cuz you don't like me." Patton said truthfully causing Janus' to wince.

"I disagree with you… but that doesn't mean I don't like you." Janus said softly. "No matter what disagreements we have while you're big, they don't matter when you're little alright?"

Patton looked up at him, "Promise?"

Janus took off his glove and held his hand out for Patton to hold. "I promise."

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Patton was bouncing on his bed as he waited for Janus to come in to tell him a bedtime story. He didn't expect Remus to show up too. He only had a second to panic before Remus was tickling him and his worry was forgotten.

"Is the itty bitty baby ticklish?" Remus cackled. Patton giggled as he batted Remus' hands away.

Janus sat down on the edge of the bed as Remus suddenly pulled the blanket over Patton, Patton was still giggling as he pulled the blanket down off his face before snuggling up. He grabbed a stuffed teddy bear that Janus gave him and let the snake side take off his glasses. "I'm not as good a story teller as Remus so I asked if he would be willing to help. If that is alright with you."

Patton nodded as he stuck the bear's ear in his mouth. Janus gently removed it and replaced it with his paci. Janus nodded to Remus who was bouncing on his toes before bursting out into a story. Janus cutting him off at some points to change a detail to make it more kid friendly. Or speak over him before he could curse.

Patton's eyes were wide and he watched as Remus half acted out the story as he told it. Janus had scooted further up the bed so that Patton could lean against him. "So the princes got married and fuc-"

"Lived happily ever after." Janus spoke over him before kissing the top of Patton's head. "The end."

"Yay!" Patton clapped and snuggled down closer to Janus before making grabby hands at Remus whose face spilt into the biggest grin and he jumped on the bed and hugged Patton tightly. "Nini." Patton said holding onto both of them tightly. Remus and Janus looked at each other before accepting their fate of a night of snuggles.

Patton may not tell the others that he regressed but he had two great caregivers so he didn't need to.

[starfishandcoffee]

#watching under the cherry moon

“Once upon a time in France, there lived a bad boy named Christopher Tracey. Only one thing mattered to Christopher: Money. [...] Somewhere along the way, he learned the true meaning of love.”

Aw man, that’s some Jean Cocteau La Belle et la Bête shit right there. Will Prince truly be cured of his pencil mustache by true love?

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*Tricky’s note* ‘She’s thirsty. Pour it on!’

We’re watching a film about Prince as a for-hire gigolo, I think it’s safe to say we’re all thirsty.

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I like how they threw in a ballerina behind Prince, just to class it up. Now he can make all the sex faces he wants. Or at least he could if Tricky wasn’t distracting him with those notes about how they’re behind on rent and desperately need money, hence why Prince is a gigolo, plot stuff...

Now, movie, I love you, I do - But i’m not exactly watching for the plot.

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A Film By Prince - It really couldn’t have been from any other.

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Five minutes in and we have our butt shot. See, this is why UTCM is the classy Prince picture. Graffiti Bridge gave us shirtless Prince less than a minute in, UTCM makes you wait for it.

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“Mirror, mirror, seventeen fold, who’s the sexiest dressed in gold?”

*Tricky not wearing any gold* “You must be talking about me, cousin!”

*Christopher to Katy, who is not naked* “Smile, Katy, you’re naked!”

Hmmm, the dialogue makes no sense and the whole scene is meaningless - WOW! UTCM really is an art film!

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So Tricky (and possibly Christopher also) are sexing up the landlady Katy... but they still have to pay rent? Seems like they only get slight increases in their delays between paying - Perhaps they should try renegotiating their arrangement? 

Or give her them Bela Lugosi eyes, sure.

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“I guess it takes a certain amount of courage for anyone to allow himself to be photographed that way. My advice to Prince is; be a coward the next time.” - Roger Ebert.

... he’s not wrong. 

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*Christopher drowns a bath toy*

“Fascist!”

See, this is why the movie flopped; people weren’t ready for such frank and brutal criticisms of Reagan-era government, and his oppression of many minority groups during the 80s - steadily turning America from a capitalist culture of greed and gluttony, to a quasi-fascist regime, hell bent on eradicating certain groups (like the LGBT) through unfair legislation and willful neglect.

Viva la revolution! Prince is ready, willing and able to lead us!

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Prince in the bath, naked, wet, phonesexing it up - truly, the content we all came for. 

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*bathroom sign* chantier interdit au public = public access not permitted. BOO. Cockblocking bathroom.

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Oh look, it’s the british actor that played Foot in The Beatles Help! - A movie whose plot revolves around Ringo being chosen as a human sacrifice because he’s wearing a very special ring that he can’t seem to take off...

And yet despite that being the plot, it has a rating of 92% fresh on Rotten Tomatoes, while UTCM has a rating of 33% rotten. The moral here? No matter how stupid and terrible your movie, people will mistakenly thinks it’s brilliant if you’ve got someone in there with a British accent.

British accents! Classing things up and making them seem better than they actually are since always! (Disclaimer from this British person: No. They really don’t, we’re not better than Americans, not by a long shot.)

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This movie has Elephants. It is officially the best movie ever made. Prince and Elephants, you can’t top that. Shut down the studios, it’s over for everyone else.

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Mary’s first scene is more than a little weird given the character traits and personality she has throughout the rest of the film - 

*here* Wild, shameless and unabashed partygirl, life of the party, no filter, happily flashes a large crowd that includes friends and family, openly flirts with stranger Christopher, is a real livewire. 

*the whole rest of the film* Cold, calculating, chip on her shoulder, trust and intimacy issues stemming from a strained relationship with her father, overly serious, fun sucking killjoy.

Consistency! 👍

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It really is a shock to watch a Prince film were the leading lady can actually act.

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I’m weak.

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So Mrs. Wellington is sleeping with Christopher and Mary’s dad? + Her husband? Though he never shows up in the film so he might be DOA.

“You aren’t seeing another man, by any chance? Because if you are, i’ll kill him.” Ah, so this is the real reason he had Christopher killed, not because he cares about his daughter, we see throughout the rest of the film he doesn’t, but what he does care about is his married mistress daring to see another man.

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Mary spends all night and all morning obsessing over comebacks she could have given during a conversation she had the day before? She takes the time to track down where Christopher is, and goes there just to deliver the ‘perfect’ retort? Ok, Mary, ok. I feel you. 

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Jabs exchanged over an intimate dance? YASSS, you better give me the enemies to lovers trope I live for UTCM.

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“I’m in the mood for drawers!” Prince’s lyrical genius knows no limits.

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*Christopher sees a stranger’s car*

‘Welp guess i’m just gonna hop in and play pretend i’m driving it!’ 

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“Oh, no! I don’t know him! He said what, officer? My brother?! Oh, no! We definitely have different fathers! Check it out; butterscotch, chocolate. No way.”

Prince doesn’t get enough credit or praise for how damn funny he is. 

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Wrecka Stow - The sole enduring legacy of UTCM.

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Mary’s got that Neon Telephone.mp3 (I want it).

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And another shirtless Prince scene. How can anyone not love UTCM?

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Climbs up the wall with a ladder, breaks into her house through the window, calls himself a pizzaman - Romance; nailed it!

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Funniest scene in the whole movie. *guard dogs start barking* “Oh, fuck it!”

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I wish they’d included Love Or Money on the Parade album.

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A shopping montage? YES. Though they missed the opportunity to have Prince come out in a bunch of different ensembles while Jerome shakes his head.

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Now, I love Prince, I especially love Parade-era Prince, and you know I love this movie, but... that kiss in front of the car... was he trying to kiss her or eat her? And not in the fun way, no, in the: I’m going to rip your lips off with my teeth - kind of way. Red Dragon is not what I want to be thinking about when i’m enjoying a vicarious fantasy of making out with Prince, mkay.

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Chases her down, tackles her to the ground and pins her so she can’t escape. Romance; nailed it!

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“I must have that disease? What’s the name of it?” “It’s called ‘stupid’.”

I freakin’ love this movie.

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“As a matter of fact, it’s not so hot; you bit me once!”

I told yall. If he starts lifting weights and refusing to look at his own reflection, i’m outta here.

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Oh, Prince is making sex noises, moans and all that? Ok, i’m staying.

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“Jesus Christ, shut up? I’m calling your Daddy, this instant. Be quiet, maybe, yes. Pipe down. But not ‘shut up’. Oh, no! I won’t allow that!”

I just...

“I’ll come kick your face off!” “... did you say kiss my face off? I’d like that real well...”

... I love this movie, so much.

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“You rich folks always taking from people like me. That says what? That says now i’mma take something from you.”

The Socialist hero we need (and want). Again, no wonder this flopped:

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One the great things about Kristin Scott Thomas being a great actress is that not only does she elevate the scenes she’s in, it encourages Prince to step up and play off her really well. UTCM is the best Prince ever was, acting-wise.

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I love the shot of Mary’s hand cradling the two lovers superimposed on it. People really need to give Prince more credit for his skills as a director, and of course, the late, great Michael Ballhaus who provides the film’s gorgeous cinematography. UTCM, if nothing else, is a stunningly beautiful picture.

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... these, these kisses between Mary and Christopher are just some of the most awkward and unsexy i’ve ever seen. PRAAANNCCE stop trying to consume her.

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“Because it’s a full moon, and i’m a werewolf, bitch!” 

I would be interested in a movie about Jerome Benton becoming a werewolf.

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Billowing curtains during the night, as our main character struggles with confusion and despair? In France?! This really is some Jean Cocteau La Belle et la Bête shit right here.

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This trippy “Christopher, I miss you!” scene... so... artsy.

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I like how the maid in the background is dabbing her, presumably tearfilled, eyes, over Mary’s frustration of her situation. We’ve missed a whole other movie about how the maid practically raised Mary, and is more of a mother to her than her actual mother. She’s even reflected in the mirror, outright crying.

“I hurt real bad.” Maid’s like, me too, baby, me too.

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Nice of Mrs. Wellington to tell Christopher what’s happening with the plot. 

“Good luck, Christopher.” She’s weirdly supportive of her former gigolo going after the daughter of the man she’s having an affair with. What’s up with Mrs. Wellington, I feel there’s a lot there we kind of need an explanation of.

And I feel like, ‘well, she is French...’ isn’t a good enough answer.

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This race to the airport/abduction scene is made by having it set to Anotherloverholenyohead. It’s weirdly thrilling and suspenseful.

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“I need a lifetime!” “I’m not giving it to you!” 

*the craziest of all crazy eyes*

 “Oh yes, you are.”

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This whole scene in the car, again, just great direction, framing, composition... this is such a beautiful film.

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Whipping off his sunglasses exactly as Kiss starts up? Perfection.

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The hobos agree.

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So... why was Christopher aimlessly wandering around the docks after dropping Mary off at the grotto? At first I thought he had sent for Tricky, but no, he’s surprised to see him there, so... what’s happening?

You’d think Christopher would lay low and hide out since the police and Mary’s dad are trying to find him, but... err, nope. This is why you end up shot, idiot.

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“Hold them off, i’m going to get Mary.” But... but... but you already had Mary! You had her and a getaway vehicle! Why did you drop her off, come back to land, and aimlessly wander around?! Movie, I have so many questions.

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Wait... Tricky and Katy make it to the grotto on foot, before Christopher made it by speed boat? So it would have been quicker to just walk there, rather than drawing attention to himself by using the speed boat? Movie, I swear to God.

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“Christopher, run!” He’s in a boat!

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“I’m not going without you.” You already went without her!

“There’s no time to wait, go!” Lady, they’re after him because your father said he abducted you, the best chance he has is to remain with you, while you explain the situation. Idiots, the both of them.

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He’s shot... because of his own poor planning and stupidity. Hmmm.

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Well, Tricky seems more broken up about it than Mary. Guess we know who truly loved him.

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So Christopher’s dead, Mary depressed and refusing to move on, but HEY Tricky’s doing good! He’s landlord of his own apartment complex and Katy’s with him now... I guess she sold the property she owned in France? And Tricky’s threatening to put her out on the streets... hmmm. Well, I guess everything’s come full circle, not, like, in any of the ways we wanted, but, err MOUNTAINS.

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Apart from the slight ball drop at the end, this is honestly a great film, and easily Prince’s best. I love it as is, but I do hope one day we get the original colour print version and the alternate ending that was apparently shot but not used.

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Walker Herd Names and What They Foreshadow

Okay, so I promised to talk about the names they’re using for walker hordes on the show.

Someone in my group pointed out that storms are often given names like this. I thought that was interesting for two reasons. 1) last season on FTWD, they had a hurricane. Often hurricanes have names. So it could be linked to that, and the storm that the characters in TWD keep talking about that’s recently passed through. Remember in my 9x01 Analysis, I connected that to the storm in Them, which symbolically foreshadowed this storm. 2) These walker hordes symbolically represent storms that will come through and cause devastation. So I think this is an interesting idea.

So, we know that there are three walker hordes so far with three different names: Horatio, Sylvia, and Margaret.

When I heard these names, the first thing that came to mind was Shakespeare. I wasn't sure if Margaret was a Shakespearean character, but I knew that Horatio and Sylvia both were, so it was a good bet Margaret would be too. 

Hamlet is one of my favorite plays, so I'm very familiar with Horatio. But even though I know Sylvia is a Shakespearean character, I'm not familiar with her story. So, to Google I went to research my shit.

I’ve come to the conclusion that these three names/hordes represent three major character dynamics that we’ll see this season. It’s not ALL about Beth (yes, I heard your gasp ;D) but a lot of it is.

Let me just give you a few lines about each character and the Shakespearean plays they appear in. Yes, there will be spoilers for Shakespeare plays in this post. In my defense, they were written in…what? 1200? If you’ve had 700 years to read them and haven't done so yet, I gotta say, that's kinda on you. 😋

Horatio

So, Horatio is Hamlet's best friend and right-hand man. In fact, I do believe some reference is made in the play to them being as close as brothers. (Who does that sound like in TWD?) When all the crap goes down in Hamlet, Horatio is the one that survives and walks away at the end.

Being a tragedy, most of the main characters die at the end of the play, including Hamlet. At one point, Horatio even suggests that he might take poison himself, simply because Hamlet, his best friend, is dying. They’re so close that Horatio would rather die and be where Hamlet is, than be left behind.

That doesn't happen, though. Hamlet begs him not to take his own life. (Hamlet has been poisoned and so knows he will die in a minute but hasn't actually succumbed yet.) So, you might call Horatio the last man standing.

So I’m thinking that Daryl is Horatio to Rick’s Hamlet. I won’t go into spoilers here, but I will say that my group is analyzing the CRAP out of the synopsis for episode 7. You might call Horatio a very lonely character after Hamlet dies, and let’s just say it’s looking like Daryl is getting there fast. Saying that Rick will die isn’t really a spoiler since AMC is advertising S9 as “Rick Grimes’ final episodes.” Once Rick goes, Daryl will feel very alone and this really may be his rock bottom moment.

And the thing is, guys, this makes me SO excited. Okay, it’s going to be completely heart wrenching to watch. But I keep going back to Still. Remember that when Beth said, “you’re gonna be the last man standing,” Daryl REALLY didn’t like that. (”You’re not a happy drunk at all.”) She meant it as a compliment, but he specifically stopped smiling. We all know that it’s because Daryl hates the idea of being alone, and more specifically of losing everyone around him. So when she says that, it’s not just sadness on his face. It’s pure terror. She follows it up with the “you’re gonna miss me so bad when I’m gone” line.

But it’s BETH that says that to him. Not some other character. So if Rick’s death leads to his last-man-standing moment…then they pretty much have to bring Beth back right after that. That’s all I’ll say about that, mkay?

Sylvia

Sylvia is one of two heroines in the romantic comedy, The Two Gentlemen of Verona. You can look up the full plot synopsis on Wikipedia. I won't say that Sylvia’s story arc is EXACTLY like Beth's. Because it's a comedy there's all kinds of goofy things that happen, people falling in and out of love, some slapstick comedy. There's a fool and even a little dog. (looking at you, @frangipanilove) who plays a small but memorable role. But, there's a big part of Sylvia’s arc that I think could be applied to Beth.

Sylvia falls in love with a man named Valentine, but her father wants her to marry some other rich dude instead. So, to keep her away from Valentine, her father locks her in a tower an won't let her out.

(We’ve always thought Beth's situation at Grady was sort of a princess-in-a-tower scenario because she was up high and the hospital was a tall building.And Daryl and Rick attempt to rescue her.)

Again, the comedy has some ties that I don't see in TWD. Valentine's best friend Proteus also falls for Sylvia, but Valentine doesn't know his friend likes her. So, Valentine confides his plan to rescue Sylvia from the tower and elope with her. Because he wants her for himself, Proteus tells Sylvia’s father and Valentine is banished.

This is where things get interesting. After that separation, Valentine runs into a band of outlaws. (I'm kind of thinking Claimers? Or perhaps the Saviors under Negan? It depends on how you interpret it. I first thought of the Claimers because when Beth was first taken from him, he met them. But after he lost her at Grady, which is more in line with the tower scenario, he meets the Saviors, who often act like a band of outlaws).

Valentine lies about why he was banished, saying he killed a man in self-defense, and the outlaws make him their leader. (Daryl is now the leader the Saviors, who were once a band of outlaws, at the Sanctuary.).

Meanwhile, Sylvia, in the tower, is told that Valentine is dead, but doesn't believe it. With the help of knight, she manages to escape. And eventually, and to make a long story short, is reunited with Valentine. Her father and her husband-to-be show up, and her husband-to-be tries to claim her. (Yes, in most summaries I’ve read they actually use the word “claim.”) But Valentine (Daryl) says that if the fiance comes anywhere near Sylvia (Beth), Valentine (Daryl) will kill him. The fiance releases his claim to her and she and Valentine live happily ever after.

So you might call it a little bit of a remix. Things don't happen quite the right order, and obviously we haven’t seen anyone other than Daryl try to claim Beth, but I think we will. (Remember Crazy Wolf Dude in S6, who Nicotero said fell in love with Denise and took her hostage? She was a major Beth proxy and I think we’ll see a mirror story play out in Beth’s arc.) Either way, there are parallels here.

So overall, I think Sylvia represents Beth and Daryl’s reunion before the season ends. (Yea!)

Margaret

At first, I thought Margaret could also be compared to Beth’s arc, with only one small part that didn’t really fit.

Margaret in Shakespeare’s historical plays is a real historical figure, Queen Margaret. She appears in several plays. In the earliest, she starts out as a young, naïve girl. That could be in keeping with Beth. 

Then, over the next few plays, we see her become a very strong woman and powerful queen (think 4 Queens Theory) who rules beside her husband. Also in keeping with Beth’s arc. 

But then, she appears in a final play as an older woman. After her husband is killed, she becomes angry and bitter about his death, and returns to her homeland to preside over the planned In other words, she becomes vengeful.

It was then that I realized the Margaret herd is not about Beth. It’s about Maggie. Remember that Gregory often referred to Maggie as Margaret with a great deal of douchebaggery in his tone. Maggie was also a naïve farm girl at one point. Remember in S2 she, like Hershel, thought the walkers could be cured. But like Margaret, she genuinely fell in love with her husband and has now grown to be strong leader and woman. Now that her husband is dead, we have this whole revenge arc going on.  

Unfortunately, this doesn’t bode particularly well for Maggie. I’m not saying she’ll die, but just that she might remain bitter and vengeful for the rest of her days. Or at least, that’s what happened with Margaret in the play. But then again, this is a forecast for season 9. Not necessarily what comes after, which could change.

So, I believe the names of these three herds represent three major character arcs that we’ll see the season. Could I be wrong? Sure. But I’m not the only one to have noticed the Shakespearean character names for the hordes. And when I Googled, I couldn’t find any other ties between these three names, so I don’t think I’m wrong. And this DOES support that this will FINALLY be our season where Beth returns.

OHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASE!

Thoughts?

[nebulawriter]

The Christmas Prince: Blind Review

Okay. So this has been in my recommendations on Netflix for a while and it always looks so strange to me. I thought I’d put it on and see what it was about for a night in. 

It started out with some classic pictures of new york with the MUSIC from Jingle Bell Rock, but with weird different lyrics pulled from other christmas songs. 

Strap in folks. We’re in for a ride.

Well this is starting out like every romantic comedy ever. But kudos to ‘Ugly Christmas Sweaters of the Stars’

Aldovia is definitely just Not-Genovia. My goodness. 

Why...is...is this junior editor at a fashion thing covering an international scandal thing? Why aren’t...you know what, nope. nope we’re just gonna ride this out. 

I mean I can already see the formula played out for this rom-com but lets see if there are any surprises

Oh my god. 

This guy is the ultimate gay friend stereotype

Okay I like the dad. 

OH MY GOD the exposition in this movie is just...so on the nose. Just. 

That was the prince, wasn’t it

Like I get that this foreign wedding isn’t the sexiest thing for an american paper...whatever this paper is...but like. I feel like they would either depend on another paper for the news or like. not send a writer at all if they didn’t have one. 

THE ACTING IN THIS MOVIE MY GOD. “More like he’s avoiding the press” *head bob*

THE EXPOSITION IN THIS MOVIE

wow this is. I mean, it’s not like ridiculously laughably bad but its just...not good. 

What are the stakes for why she can’t go home empty handed? I’d have thought she’d WANT to go home, seeing its christmas and she was reluctant to come. But its not like this is her LAST chance at the big break. And him not showing up is still news like, write about that???

THIS ENTIRE PLOT IS BASED OFF OF PURE COINCIDENCE

AAAAAAAA

Aww cute lil girl. 

OH MY GOD SHE BROKE A VASE 

IS THIS ABOUT TO TURN INTO OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB

That castle is definitely a model. 

THE STAKES HERE ARE SO LOW. And why does this level of infiltration need to be necessary for such a low level story?

This acting is going to kill me. 

This is either disability representation or disability porn and I’m leaning towards the porn. 

was that supposed to be her finding him attractive?

This is either bad acting, bad writing or both. I’m inclined to think both.

DICK JOKE

oh god. this is every goddamn romance movie except with so little romance. 

What’s the story they’re investigating? The guy said they’d be having the coronation. Like. Thats the story.

Let me guess. The evil dick cousin takes the throne if the prince abdicates oh my GOD this movie is painful. 

Alright, they’re leaning away from the porn part and moving more into the representation for disability. 

ANOTHER DICK JOKE

YOU COULDN’T HAVE FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS LINE OF SUCCESSION THING OFF GOOGLE OR SOMETHING??

Oh my god a cocky vulnerable asshole he’s literally EVERY Rom com hero oh my GOD

SHE HAS NOT SHOWN ANY SIGNS OF ATTRACTION

and how much does gay bff know about royalty?

I get it. Simon’s an asshole. 

This acting. 

New woman. The rival lover?

This movie is every rom com. Every. Single. One. I’ve never seen them so thoroughly condensed. 

BROOKLYN NINE NINES UP! MOVIE BREAK

okay back to hell

Ah yes, the love rival whom the mother approves of, but the boyfriend doesn’t love anymore. 

she’s...writing...those notes are terrible

I....do like the little girl. Still trying to figure out if they’re just using the disability for sympathy points. But like. She does have a character and I do like her, so I’ll go with it. 

Either way its still the best part of this movie. 

im so bored.

this prince. is so. boring. 

WHAT THE HELL KINDA CHRISTMAS GAME IS THAT

How did THAT reporter get so close to the princess?

Like doesn’t she have guards?

you know, come to think of it, there are probably no guards in all of Aldovia

Richard ain’t gonna show. 

Called it. 

Oh my god why are they surprised Prince Flake disappeared?

yup, he’s ACTUALLY cute and charming. Of course. 

What I want: They change the laws for Emily to inherit the throne, but the Queen rules until she turns 18. 

Yup. There is 0 security in Aldovia

Sledding is cute. 

Literally just...cut the prince out of this movie. Just completely. 

Just make it about the sister, and how there’s no direct male heir. 

I’ve seen plenty movies where the women is just a sexy lamp but honestly the guy here is so easy to remove from this romance. 

This could be such a sweet platonic sister-y movies. 

This is....cute but doesn’t provide any dramatic tension really. Like, at all. 

I hate her notes so much. Partially cause they’re like mine, but she’s a reporter she should know better. 

I mean, they’re friends now, right? Why not just ask prince (Or Emily, honestly) why he doesn’t want the throne. 

ARE THERE NO STABLE BOYS HERE IN ALDOVIA EITHER????

YOURE TRUSTING THE HORSE TO KNOW WHERE ITS GOING????

Have you ever even ridden before?

what...what is happening.

Does the prince come to her rescue.

Alright, that shot was stolen STRAIGHT from Beauty and the Beast. 

THIS WHOLE SEQUENCE IS LITERALLY JUST A SCENE LIFTED FROM BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!

Did they just forget to write a scene and so inserted one from another movie and then write around that?

oh my god this was so boring I almost missed the heart to heart. 

oh, emotional truths in movies are never good when it starts with “You’ll just think I’m a spoiled rich kid anyway”

well, I mean, if your father wrote your mother a riddle that you can’t figure out....I’m assuming SHE can. Right?

that almost-kiss was so forced.

We’re nearing the part where ‘everything goes wrong’

Wait a sec, this is deviating a bit

HO CRAP

How’d she get all this. 

Why tell your best friends about this whole thing? Prince was adopted. Huh. 

Again, stakes. Why do we care that her ‘career’ will be made. 

oh my god. of course. The accidental ‘saw the other girl kiss him’ moment

oh my god.I eye rolled so hard it hurt

“If you like the way you look that much, then baby you should go and love yourself”

YOUR GOING. TO EXPOSE THE STORY. THAT HE WAS ADOPTED. BECAUSE HE KISSED ANOTHER GIRL?????

I give up. 

Thank you, dispensary of fatherly advice. 

well. one thing taken care of. 

What happened to the horse who bucked her off anyway?

Ah yes. The good ole romcom trope. “There’s something that I need to tell you” Man swoops in for kiss. 

my god

Sigh. The rival and the skeevy cousin team up. 

oh no they’re going to find the adoption papers. Dickholes. 

Dammit they successfully made me hate them for hurting the good guys. Fuck. 

Him being adopted explains the GIANT AGE difference between him and his sister, though

What did he say? What...what’s happening?

yeah yeah, the son is afraid of not living up to his dad

OH MY GOD THE PALACE IS TOTALLY A MODEL

.....I do like the little girl. 

Seriously why isn’t this story just about the little girl? 

Get rid of the Prince he’s unnecessary

Make it all about ableism and sexism and blah blah and people trying to deny Emily the throne. Maybe even make HER the adopted one and talk about not-blood families and their importance.

Ah, the makeover section of the romcom has started. 

oh look, its her in an updo and a fancier dress. 

Oooh, smokey eye too. nice. 

Honestly I didn’t think the love rival was so bad at the start. but I think they just didn’t know what to do with her so decided to make her a stereotype. 

Call him Dick.

(his name is prince richard. they should call him a dick.)

I enjoy that she’s wearing sneakers under her dress, I admit. 

Does she even know how to dance?

I guess so

Or not, they clearly choreographed this right before shooting. 

everyone else in the scene is clearly professional dancers, and there the main characters are. Swaying. 

Seriously? One song in and they go to the main event?

The cousin and the rival are going to do something dramatic, aren’t they?

Is this like a marriage? I don’t think people dispute coronations during the ceremony.

Okay, but they need time to like. Verify things right? 

Like. Why does everyone suddenly believe them? and...I just...what?

WHY WOULD SHE ADMIT THAT RIGHT NOW IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY?! COME ON THIS SHOULD GO SOMEWHERE PRIVATE RIGHT? WITH LIKE? 

Oh god this is so...artificial and junk. 

‘things just got so out of hand’

i admit, it’s a PRETTY model of a palace. 

this whole thing is just. so contrived. 

Really? ‘why didn’t you tell me?’ 

Wasn’t a royal birth like....news? in this country?

Aw, mother/son seen. good. 

They got married before the coronation?

What happens if the time runs out? Like. Will they just. Not have a king anymore?

Like what kind of stupid rule?

Seriously, the dad character, his entire dialogue is just fatherly advice. 

Okay. So what I’m getting here is the king hid something in the acorn ornament he made? but. Why did he hide it?

Oh wow, there actually ARE guard in the country.

they might not have a dungeon, but they have jails, surely?

WHY DID HE PLAY WITH RIDDLES!! THE DEAD KING IS AN ASSHAT!!!

hey, there looks like some equality with gender in the quorum of kings council. but like. Its really white. 

See, Emily continues to be the only good thing in this movie. 

This whole thing is so arbitrary, why not. 

Oh look and now he can be king. Why didn’t he want to be king before? Anyway?

Seriously Sophia, make sure he’s King BEFORE you marry of him, geez. 

And he’s king. Cool. 

But where’s the girl? :O

now he has to chase after her and they kiss and then happily ever after. Right?

okay, so she made it to New York. Cool. 

Do they not like puff pieces? This is the obvious blah thing. 

Girl that is a dream job for a wanna be journalist in your 20s. Good lord. 

AHHH I HATE THIS

She has a date? oh. Setup. got it. 

These side characters have no depth at all. They are black best friend and gay best friend. 

Where is he. There he is.

THEY LET THE KING OF A COUNTRY WANDER THE STREETS OF NEW YORK WITH NO GUARDS????

oh, just skippin straight to the proposal. mkay. 

THEY MET TWO WEEKS AGO

hehehhehe my brain had a dirty thought. 

there it is

I can feel Elsa shouting “YOU CANT MARRY A MAN YOU JUST MET”

I could have sworn that ring was purple a second ago. now its blue, 

K

3 minutes left. please let most of those be credits. 

ah yes. Circle cam around this OBVIOUS STAGE SET

No new york street looks like that.

AND WE DIDNT EVEN GET TO SEE EMILY AGAIN.

Welp. Can’t say I didn’t know what I was getting into. 

[fictionalabyss]

Meeting Mills And Singer.

Pairing : Reader, Jody Mills, Bobby.

Word count : 1,216 

Part 3 of Well, Hello Officer.

A week. A week since everything happened in the station. A week since you last saw Sam and Dean in your bedroom. A week of officers in and out asking questions you had no answers to. A week of cleaning up the station, and still you refused to set foot in it.

Finally, they were giving you space. You talked to the psych about going away for a bit, a cabin in the country to try and clear your head. Maybe for a week or two.. maybe a bit more. She had agreed it would be a good idea, but asked you to keep in touch if it was more then a week. Bring your cell in case they caught a suspect and needed you to come back. She gave you an apologetic smile and a hug, knowing this was hard for you, but she okayed your time away and let you go.

So you were sitting at your kitchen table, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at the number Dean had given you. You took a deep breath and called. The woman who picked up sounded tired, and a bit annoyed, but the second you mumbled out your name, she perked up.

“Sam called days ago saying to expect a call from you. I was starting to get worried.” She chuckled. “The boys explained what happened. You’re a cop too huh?”

“Uh, yeah..” You answered almost shyly. “Though I’m not sure I can do it anymore..”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. What day is it? Wednesday right?”  You nodded to yourself but before you could answer, she started talking again. “Come up this weekend. Which ever day works for you. I have the house here in Sioux Falls South Dakota, plus a little cabin if you need some space, we can get back to nature for a few days. Clear your head. Don’t worry about a thing okay?”

You nodded again. “Thanks.. I- You don’t even know me.” You chuckled.

“I know those boys. I owe them big, like you wouldn’t believe.” She sighed. “We can talk about that when you get here.  Just shoot me a text when your coming mkay?”

“Thanks Jody.”

Friday, you found yourself driving, following your GPS. When you got into town, you stopped, not wanting to show up with nothing but troubles. You weren’t sure if she was a wine of beer drinker, so you bought both. In all honestly, you could down a whole liquor store with how you’ve been feeling since this all started. Worse case scenario? You drank both, and woke up with a killer hangover.

You sighed as you pulled in front of her house. Turning the key, you sat there for a bit. You couldn’t bring yourself to get out. What the hell were you doing here? You only came because Dean told you to, and you barely even knew him.

You jumped when there was a knock at your window. Looking up, a woman in uniform with short hair smiled at you. “Come on out, I don’t bite.” She stepped aside as you opened your door. “You’re right on time, I only got home a second ago. Didn’t have time to change yet. You okay?” She had a worried look on her face. You shook your head and she pulled you in for a hug. “Come on. There’s someone you should meet. Don’t worry about your things just yet, we’ll get that in a minute.”

You followed her into her home and she stopped in the living room. “What the hell Singer, when I said bring some stuff, I didn’t mean move in!”

An older man looked up from the piles of books that scattered her coffee table and he shook his head. “You said to bring all I got on Demons. That ain’t even the half of it.” He motioned to the stuff he was going through. “This stuff over here is monster 101. Basics about everything I ever hunted or ever heard of.” Finally he looked at you. “This the girl the boys sent ya?”

You introduced yourself while Jody got changed. Bobby was kind and helped you bring your stuff in. You placed the beer and wine in the kitchen while he put your duffle bag in the room Jody had told him would be yours if you got there before she got home.

When he saw the beer, he chuckled. “Girl after my own heart. Jody! She brought beer.”

“Don’t you dare Singer. You’ve drank enough.” She told him as she entered.

You smiled a bit at their banter. Almost like a married couple, at least you’d assume they were if she hadn’t of giving him shit for ‘moving in’ with all the books. “Are you two..”

His eyebrows shot up, and she chuckled. Both blushed ever so slightly. “No. I’m the sheriff, he’s the town drunk. I just don’t want to have to arrest him later. Again.” She shot him a look. He held up his hands and moved away from the beer. “I use to assume he was nothing more then the town drunk. Until I learned about all this. What he and the boys do. Bobby here is the best damn thing to happen to hunters.”

“Anything there is to know about anything supernatural, I know it.” He smiled. “Boys call me on the regular for research. Stop in from time to time.”

“We all get pulled in the same way. Someone dies.” Jody said softly. “Your whole department got slaughtered right?”

You nodded. “Just about. Five people saved other then me, 20 dead.” You looked at them. “You guys? I mean, if you don’t mind my prying..”

Bobby gave you a sad smile. “Demon possessed my wife. I had to kill her.”

Your heart broke for him. But it hurt more when Jody spoke. “My son was brought back from the dead. Hell, a lot of people in town were. Even Bobby’s wife.” She glanced at him. “Boys tried to warn me, but I had missed him so much.” Her eyes started to water. “He uh.. He killed and ate my husband, and the boys had to save me before he killed me too. My son…”

Bobby put an arm around her. “The boys were pissed me at me. I should’a known better then to try living happily with my zombie wife. I had to kill her a second time..”

“I’m sorry..”

“Don’t be.” Jody gave you a smile. “Go on, Bobby can show you what you need to know about demons, some of which, it sounds like you already picked up from the boys. Zombie’s was an apocalypse thing, don’t need to worry about that.”

“Th- What?”

She smiled. “Boys can explain that when they get here. I called them right after hearing from you. Figured you’d want a friendly face you know. Should be here tomorrow at the earliest.”

“Uhm.. Before we do anything else.. Is there a tattoo place around? I’d like to get this as soon as possible.” You gave her a smile and showed her the piece of paper Sam had drawn for you. “I’ve been too nervous to go somewhere random along the way.”

Jody chuckled. “Yeah, we got someone who can do that. Come on.”

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CONGRATS ON 1K BABES I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! 🍄 - my song is I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kelly, my name is Bee (you knew that lol), and either Peter or Tom. 📖 - The Interview (Tom Holland X Journalist!Reader) on @ladybeewrites Love you!

thank you momma bee

read ‘the interview’ here

celebration closed

a date with Tom based off I Was Made for Loving You by Tori Kelly

mkay so you and tom have been together a while

and it’s valentine’s day!! wow!!

you both agreed “no big gifts, we don’t want to put that pressure on each other”

and dinnertime rolls around and you’re like “okay babe what do you want for dinner”

and he comes out of the bedroom in a fUCKING TUX and is like “hmm the limo isn’t supposed to arrive for fifteen minutes, is that okay??”

and ur flipping shit like TOM FUCKING HOLLAND WHAT DID WE SAY

tom’s being a lil shit and he knows it

“your dress is on the bed” *cheeky smirk*

“FUCK YOU HOLLAND”

but the dress is actually gorgeous and fuck you tom holland for making me smile with your big gifts

and in the ride in the limo tom won’t say anything even tho ur losing ur shit

you guys pulls up to this NICEASS restaurant

“tom wtf this must have cost you a fortune”

“i’m spider-man”

and you eat dinner and everythings super fancy and shit

and you’re eating dessert and tom keeps clearing his throat and you think he’s coming down something

but then he’s like “JESUS BEE LOOK AT YOUR PLATE”

and that little shit had them write in chocolate syrup “marry me”

you of course flip out

and you look over and he’s on his knee with a ring

“TOM WE SAID NO BIG GIFTS”

ofc you say yes and you live happily ever after the end

a review of “the interview”

bee this is quite possibly my favorite piece of writing you have it’s gOLDEN. i love journalist!reader and i love cheeky tom and it’s just WOW. v cute and short. not sure what else to say, just GOOD JOB MOMMA BEE.

[cutieodonoghue]

all my love

summary: a 95% fluffy oneshot following the events of the following: world unknown, yours to keep, all that i’ll ever need, merry christmas, here’s to many more, and i was yours from the start. 

word count: ~12,200

also read on: ao3, ff.net

a/n: This is the last oneshot I think I’ll ever write for this universe as it ties up all of the loose ends really well. I hope you enjoy! Thanks @swans-and-pirates for reading this and flailing for an hour you’re a herooooo <3

(also please listen to this song for the title inspiration) (lowkey it’s emma’s song mkay bye)

The proposal is this: they’ll film them for a couple of months, on and off, and it’ll all go into the production of a short six-episode miniseries that will air on Enchanted TV.

 They claim it’s only because Emma and Killian were the most popular couple to come from the show, that the band’s success is a huge pull for viewers, so it’s a win for them and it’s a win for Emma and Killian.

She’s never been one to desire the spotlight, but it comes with the status, so after a few days of contemplation, Emma reluctantly agrees to allow the small crew to join their family for the time being.

 The day before the crew arrives, Emma and Killian sit down Charlie and Adeline in front of the television.

 “Okay,” Killian says. Charlie and Adeline both meet his eyes and he clears his throat. “Mummy and I have to tell you both something.”

 Emma smiles softly. Her hand presses subconsciously over her middle. She’s barely showing just yet and they haven’t told the kids about their new sibling, but they will soon.

 “What?” Charlie asks curiously.

 “Well, we wanted to tell you the story of how we met.”

 Charlie tilts his head and Adeline makes a face. Emma looks up at Killian, who grins at her.

 “Daddy and I met in kind of a weird way,” Emma says, turning her attention back to the children. “We were on a TV show together.”

 Charlie tilts his head. “You were on TV?”

 “Yep, we were.” Killian says. “We had cameras following us around watching everything we did and we got to be on TV.”

 Charlie gasps. “Really?”

 Emma hums. “On the show, we got married the first time we met.”

 Charlie and Adeline have no perspective on the matter, so it doesn’t concern them. Charlie smiles sweetly at them and Adeline babbles to herself.

 “Do you guys want to see?” Emma offers. “We can show you some.”

 Charlie nods his head. “Yeah!”

 “Yeah!” Adeline echoes.

 Emma laughs. She bites on her lip and turns toward her husband. He chuckles, eyebrows raising as he grabs the remote to the television.

 It takes a few seconds, but he cues up the first episode and immediately both of their children are invested, screaming and pointing wildly at the screen.

 “That’s you!” Charlie exclaims. “Mommy, that’s you!”

 Emma laughs. She sinks down onto the couch with her children and Charlie crawls into her lap, his arms wrapping around her neck.

 “Auntie Ruby,” Adeline says. She points a sticky finger toward the screen and bounces happily with each passing moment of screen time.

 “Auntie Belle and Mary Margaret!” Charlie gasps.

 Killian takes the opportunity to sit on the other couch as they watch a few minutes of the show. Charlie and Adeline mostly giggle and ask questions about their family on screen, something amusing to Emma, who squeezes Charlie and leaves a kiss to the top of his head.

 “So, some people are going to come live with us for a little while, kind of like they did when they were filming me and daddy.” Emma says, tentatively. Charlie and Adeline look up at her. “They’re going to have cameras and microphones and they’re going to just watch us and play with you guys for a few months. Is that okay?”

 With pure innocence in their eyes, both Charlie and Adeline nod.

 “Are you sure?” Emma asks.

 She casts a look over at her husband. They’d talked about this, knowing full well that the kids wouldn’t say no to getting a few new friends for a few months. She has a feeling at first it’ll be okay, but after a while it might get to be too much.

 Killian clears his throat and sits forward. “They’re coming over starting tomorrow, so we’re going to have to be on our best behaviors, do you understand?”

 Charlie nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

 Emma smiles and kisses his head. “You’re always good, little dude. If it ever gets too much, just tell me or Daddy, okay? They’re only going to be here every few days so it shouldn’t be too bad. Just a little crazy.”

 Charlie wiggles his body, raising his arms. “Crazy!”

 Emma and Killian both laugh.

 “Okay. Just tell us, okay? You too, Addie.”  

 Charlie nods his head voraciously and Adeline stands up on the couch cushion, walking toward Emma with her favorite doll in hand.

 “Okay.”

 Emma takes a deep breath. “Okay. Good.” She smiles at Adeline and brushes her hand over Charlie’s head before turning to Killian. He meets her smile with one of his own and she shakes her head. “Are you ready for crazy all over again?”

 “With you? Always.”

 ///

 day 1: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

She’s standing in the kitchen making breakfast when the cameras start rolling.

Both children are running around the kitchen after Buddy, who needs to be taken outside, and Killian’s busy chatting up the producer, Merida.

 “Alright!” Merida says, stepping into the room. “Charlie Jones, you’ve grown up!”

 Charlie stops running and faces the redhead with a confused look on his face. Merida laughs.

 “You met Merida when you were just a baby,” Killian explains. “She was making a movie for Daddy’s band.”

 Charlie just smiles softly and nods. He gazes up at the man with the camera and points at the boom that hangs over their heads.

 “What’s that?”

 Merida chuckles. “That’s called a shotgun microphone. It’s gonna pick up your voice when you talk to it.”

 The operator lowers the boom and it touches Charlie’s head gently. He immediately giggles and grabs at it, but the operator takes it just out of reach.

 “Emma, it’s good to see you. You look lovely.” Merida says as she steps into the kitchen.

 Emma wipes her hands on the hand towel hanging by the stove and smiles before giving the woman a quick hug. “Thank you. It’s good to see you too.”

 “So these are your little’ns,” Merida shakes her head, smiling to herself as she watches Charlie and Adeline play with the microphone. “Canna believe they’re this big!”

 Emma smiles proudly and casts a look at her husband, who shares her expression.

 He steps toward her and lifts an eyebrow. “I’ll help you out with breakfast.”

 “Grab me a plate?” she asks.

 Killian nods and does as he’s told. Emma clears her throat. “Charlie, Addie, could you help Daddy set the table for breakfast?”

 Charlie hurries to them and Adeline lingers after. Merida clears the scene, allowing the camera a very realistic morning in the Jones household.

 Adeline and Charlie only argue for a little while over something silly until Killian stops their disagreement with a song and by the time the kids have finished breakfast, Emma just wants to lay down, but she has to clean up and she hasn’t been able to eat much of anything herself.

 Killian comes alongside her as the crew follows Charlie and Adeline into the other room at Charlie’s insistence.

 “Go sit down and finish your breakfast,” Killian says, taking the plate from her hands. “I’ve got this.”

 Emma sighs and shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. You can-”

 “No,” Killian says firmly. “Go sit down, love. I’m not about to let my pregnant wife go without eating.”

 Emma stares at him for a few seconds until he tilts his head back without any further discussion. She takes a breath and does as she’s told, sitting at the table so she can have a bite of pancakes.

 She can hear Charlie and Adeline both giggling over something and it makes her heart swell happily.

 “It’s going well.” Emma says to Killian. “They’re not anxious or overwhelmed or anything.”

 “Aye,” Killian says over the sound of the running water. “I think it’ll be good. They won’t be here constantly like they were with us. Just enough to record a few episodes.”

 Emma hums. She licks her lips and lowers her fingers to her middle.

 Part of her wants to tell people already, but they’ve decided to not tell their friends until they’ve told Charlie and Addie, and they don’t want to do that just yet. Partially, they’re waiting because they know it will be good to get their reactions recorded. They’re also erring on the side of caution.

 “Mommy, where are my boots?” Charlie calls out.

 He comes into the room and Emma has to think as she swallows a bite. “I think they’re in your room, buddy.”

 “Okay!” Charlie zips off and she hears him rushing up the stairs, something that Adeline copies.

 “What’s it going to be like with a newborn baby?” Emma asks.

 Killian laughs. “We’ll survive. As we always have.”

 ///

 Merida sits them down in the living room for a first day interview.

 It feels so much like the old days, when they were in New York, but thankfully they’re not, because if they were he’d feel a lot more anxious than he does now. Emma sits close to him and he keeps his arm around her, admiring the way she patiently listens to Merida speak.

 The children are spending the next hour or so with their grandfather at the harbor, something he’s glad to say is a reality, and for now, Killian rests easy with his glowing bride at his side.

 “So this is exciting, innit?” Merida asks. “The old gang back together. Well, sort of.”

 Killian and Emma both laugh.

 “We’re glad Elsa’s a part of the family now, though.” Killian says. “And we’re glad you’re producing. Don’t know if we’d have done it without you on board.”

 Merida flushes slightly and tilts her head as a smile spreads. “Well that’s kind of you.” She takes a moment to recover and then says, “So why don’t we do a recap of a sort? Since the last time you were on, what’s gone on?”

 Emma exhales and turns her head to look up at him, widened eyes almost comical. He’s sure he mirrors her, giving a shake of his head.

 “Bloody hell. Way to start this easy.” Killian laughs. “Well… I suppose we can start with The Pirates?”

 Emma shrugs and Merida nods. “Sure.”

 “Ah… alright, well… it’s been a few years since we went on our first proper tour. Emma was manager and we went all over the country. Eventually, we were signed to a label and things really took off from there. We were Top Ten for months. Went platinum a few times over. You name it, I think we did it.”

 Emma chuckles. “He’s not kidding.”

 “Erm… so around that time, Emma found out she was pregnant with Charlie. We were apart when she found out so that was quite taxing on us.”

 Emma hums in agreement. “A lot of fighting and long distance.”

 “Aye,” Killian sighs. “Charlie was born and the world changed for us, though. Suddenly it wasn’t about us or the band. It was… Charlie and making sure he could have the best life.”

 Merida hums. “And how long after that did you have Adeline?”

 “We had Adeline…” Emma thinks. “Charlie was two and we really wanted another baby. We made a plan to get pregnant and it took us a few tries before it happened.”

 He wriggles his eyebrows and Emma laughs, shoving him in the ribs playfully. “I’m just agreeing.”

 Emma snorts. She shakes her head. “Anyway, he was off tour. They had started construction on Jolly Roger Studios. There were a few shows we went to while I was pregnant with her, but it was nothing like when we had Charlie. It was much smoother and we were in a better place.”

 “Yeah,” Killian agrees. “And then she was born and we released another album. She got to spend her first few months at home with Mummy and Daddy, but then she was on tour with us.”

 Merida hums. “Such adventure and they’re still so small.”

 Emma hums. “Who knew!”

Killian turns to look at her and laughs. “Says my number one fan.”

 ///

 After the cameras clear out for the night and the kids are asleep, Emma returns to her bedroom and sighs as she slumps down onto the bed beside Killian.

 He laughs at her and sets the remote in her lap. “Here. You choose what we watch tonight. I’ll go get you some popcorn.”

 Killian leans over her to kiss her forehead and Emma sighs, smiling softly at her husband.

 “Thanks.” Emma murmurs. His fingertips brush against hers for a second while he lingers there in bed with her. “When do you think we should tell the kids about the baby?”

 Killian smiles. He leans back against the pillows and caresses her palm. “I think Charlie’s going to be more perceptive when you start to show, so probably soon.”

 Emma hums. She settles her hand over her middle and gently lifts the shirt so she can check out the tiniest proof of a bump.

 Her husband admires her with gentle affection and she leans over to kiss him softly.

 “I love you.” Emma whispers.

 “I love you more.” Killian replies. He kisses her again and there are creases by his eyes when he pulls away. “Do you want Milk Duds in your popcorn, Mrs. Jones?”

 “Yes please,” she giggles.

 Killian hoists himself out of their bed and bows slightly. “I’ll be right back, Your Majesty.”

 Emma rolls her eyes and laughs. She grabs the remote and bites down on her lip while she watches Killian hurry out of the room.

 Buddy joins her in bed and she laughs, tickling beneath his ears while she turns the television on. She chooses HGTV because she’s officially a suburban mother of three, apparently, and she waits patiently for her husband to return with popcorn.

 When he enters, he immediately settles down on the bed and lifts his eyebrows. “Alright. What did I miss?”

 Emma chuckles. “Not much. Half a commercial break and the grossest porch you’ve ever seen.”

 “Oof. That bad?”

 ///

 day 8: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

 Charlie has become fast friends with the sound guy, whose name is MacIntosh. Mac likes Charlie a lot and he’s always giving him little treats, much to Emma’s dismay.

 He also tends to stare longingly at Merida, something she almost wishes she could boost into fruition. Emma can see the way Merida looks at him when she thinks nobody’s watching.

 “Look at this Mac!” Charlie says, rushing into Killian’s music room with Adeline. “Daddy’s guitars.”

 “Daddy’s piano.” Adeline points out.

 “Does Daddy come in here a lot?” Merida asks.

 Charlie bobs his head. “Sometimes he even lets me and Addie play! And Mommy plays this one.”

 Charlie points to the guitar leaning against Killian’s desk.

 Merida turns to Emma, who laughs as she walks into the room. “I do play it sometimes. Daddy taught me how. But it’s been a while.”

 She can remember sitting in this room years and years ago, long before children were even in the picture. He’d sat with her for a few hours, guided her fingers along the fretboard of the guitar as she learned her song.

 Eventually, she gave up, and it’s probably for the better but she does sometimes imagine fantastically that she might learn again just so she can play a song for her husband.

 As if being summoned, Killian comes hurrying downstairs and calls out, “What’s that I hear? Are my monkeys in my office?”

 Adeline and Charlie start giggling and Emma laughs along with them.

 Killian enters and immediately swoops down, grabbing both of his children and tucking them beneath his arms for a moment before settling them down.

 Delighted squeals and happy laughter echo off the walls and Emma’s heart swells just imagining what it’ll be like with another little one in the mix.

 After a second of resounding joy, Killian takes a step back and sits himself down at the piano to start playing a familiar tune.

 “Who knows this one?” Killian asks.

 Charlie starts to sing first, but Adeline sings over him, both of them bounding over to the piano with giggles in their sweet voices. It’s Emma’s song, something that makes her heart swell even more than it already has.

 She sighs, meeting Killian’s eyes when he turns to look at her. He winks at her and continues to play, but keeps from singing at least until he gets to the chorus.

 When he sings the familiar words, Emma lowers her fingers to her middle and hopes with everything in her that the future is as wonderful as the present.

 ///

 They host a barbecue and all of their friends are invited.

 Killian cooks burgers and hot dogs while Emma and Mary Margaret worry about the sides in the kitchen. Music wafts in and out from open windows and doors while children play happily, their joyous laughter and shrieks making Emma smile with delight.

 Amongst the madness, the crew is filming, and between takes, Merida sneaks a snack or two from the bowls of chips and salads. Emma catches Merida and Mac engaging in a sly smile or two that leaves both Scots blushing.

 “So, Emma,” Mary Margaret says. “We need to talk about what you and Killian are doing for your anniversary because it’s coming up very soon.”

 Emma hums. “Is it? I haven’t been thinking about that.”

 She laughs to herself as she finishes decorating a cake. Adeline comes rushing into the room just in time to catch her attention.

 “Mommy, Daddy says dinner is ready.”

 “Really? Awesome. Tell Daddy I’m coming out in a few minutes, okay?”

 Adeline bobs her head and hurries away, burdened with the task. Emma turns back to Mary Margaret and sighs.

 “It might be nice to get away from the kids.” Emma laughs under her breath.

 “See?” Mary Margaret widens her eyes. “We’ll take them for a few days. You just say the word.”

 Emma tilts her head hesitantly. “I don’t know.”

 “Come on. You deserve some time off. You guys are such busybodies.”

 Emma rolls her eyes and sighs. “I’ll talk to Killian about it.”

 “Good.” Mary Margaret says with a smug smile.

 “Mama!” Charlie’s voice comes into the room.

 “Coming!”

 ///

 The kids are catching fireflies, led by Brennan who somehow keeps up with them when they continue to chase each other around. The rest of the adults roast marshmallows around the fire pit.

 Jefferson keeps close attention on the children, particularly on his newfound daughter, Grace. She’s five and she’s got a strong head on her shoulders. She’s pretty as can be, too, which is something everyone teases Jefferson for constantly.

 She was a secret for five years, only brought to his attention when Grace’s mother passed away. So far, Jefferson has proved himself an excellent father for her.

 Meanwhile, Robin and Regina seem half-attentive when their newly adopted son Roland approaches them nervously.

 They had tried fruitlessly to conceive for a long time before they discovered she was barren, and from there they went on a search to adopt. Roland was the first child they set eyes on and he was the one who they ended up falling for.

 Roland is Charlie’s age, which is perfect, because Charlie is the one person Roland seems to trust outside of his new parents.

 “Do you think we should round them up for bed?” Emma asks him, a soft concern in his ear. She’s sitting beside him, holding his hand while she rests her cheek against his shoulder.

 “Nah,” Killian replies. He can see Charlie and Adeline giggling with their friends and it makes him more than a little happy. “It’s summertime. I think we should give them this, don’t you?”

 Emma hums softly. “Addie might crash soon though. She had a lot of cake.”

 “So did Charlie,” Killian laughs.

 He turns to look at his wife and she smiles at him. She’s got a certain glow that accompanies pregnancy. He longs to tell someone, but they’ve decided to wait until they tell the kids at least.

 “I think I’m gonna crash before either of them,” Emma admits in a small voice. She yawns and closes her eyes, laughing a little. “Crap. I jinxed myself.”

 Killian leans in to kiss her forehead. “Give the party a few more minutes before you fall asleep.”

 Emma hums, but she doesn’t say anything, and before he can bid everyone goodnight a few minutes later, he realizes she’s fallen asleep against him. With a tiny smile, he carries her inside and rests her on the sofa.

 She stirs slightly as he admires her expression, soft and peaceful. Her eyes open just a little and she smiles as she whispers, “I fell asleep.”

 “Aye. It’s alright.” Killian promises. “I’ll take care of everything. Just rest.”

 Emma hums. “Okay.” She closes her eyes and seems to fall back asleep, but she murmurs, “I love you.”

 Killian grins as he leans down to kiss the top of her head. “I love you too.”

 ///

 day 12: living happily ever after. jolly roger studios, storybrooke, maine.

 “Today we’re recording a little ditty,” Killian says to the camera, gesturing to the studio around them. “At Jolly Roger Studios in Storybrooke.”

 Robin plucks out a few notes on his guitar and changes the tuning of a string. Meanwhile, Jeff, Whale, and Will argue over something in the kitchen. Killian sighs, glancing over to the kitchen.

 “Oi! Are we doing this or are we fighting over the last of the Lucky Charms?” Killian calls out.

 Robin rolls his eyes. “Children. The lot of them. You’d think it would end when we all coupled off.”

 Killian snorts, shaking his head. “How’s Roland?”

 “He’s good,” Robin smiles. “Still getting acclimated to the house, I think. He likes ice cream loads. Almost refuses anything else. But Regina and I are madly in love, mate.”

 Killian can’t help but grin widely. “Charlie wants to spend more time with him. He won’t stop asking if he can see him.”

 “Oh, mate, that’s bloody fantastic,” Robin laughs. “I can’t believe it. I’ll be sure to let him know.”

 Will enters the room chewing on a handful of cereal. He raises his eyebrows and slumps down on the couch by Killian.

 “Okay, I gotta be done soon because Grace is out of camp at noon.” Jeff announces, sitting down at the piano.

 Killian smiles and nods at the pianist. “And you’ll be there, Jeff. Promise.”

 “Killian,” Whale says, entering the room with a lopsided grin on his face.

 “Aye?”

 Whale reaches up to scratch the back of his head and he laughs once. “Um… so this morning, Ruby and I got engaged.”

 Killian gasps and laughs. “Bloody hell. That’s fantastic, mate.”

 “Thanks,” Whale grins.

 By now, the rest of the guys have heard the news and are congratulating the former doctor. They gather around and smack him on the back as they hug him and shake his hand firmly.

 “So when’s the wedding?” Will teases.

 “Actually, we’re thinking we’ll do it soon. May as well, you know? We didn’t want to get married for the longest time but we’re ready now.”

 “Well, Vic, we’re excited for you.” Robin says.

 Killian nods. “Aye. If you need anything just say the word and we’re here for you.”

 ///

 day 12: living happily ever after. diner, storybrooke, maine.

Emma’s sitting at the diner with Charlie, Adeline, and Brennan while they wait for Mary Margaret to arrive with her kids. They’re supposed to go sailing today for the show and while Emma should be excited, she feels sick instead and would rather stay home.

 She promises herself it won’t last long as she has a sip of tea. Adeline’s sharing the same side of the booth as her while Charlie sits with his grandfather, who smiles kindly at Charlie’s drawings on a pad of paper.

 “Grandpa,” Charlie says.

 “Yes?”

 “Do you think we can go fishing when we’re on Daddy’s boat?”

 Brennan laughs and meets Emma’s eyes for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe we’ll have to ask him.”

 Charlie shrugs, satisfied with this response. He reaches up to pat Brennan’s cheek and Emma laughs to herself while she turns her attention to Adeline and avoids the camera’s burning gaze on her.

 Mary Margaret comes into the diner with a wind of excitement behind her. She rushes up to the table and pants out, “Emma! Emma, Ruby got engaged and we’re planning a wedding!”

 “Woah, what?” Emma asks, brow creased with confusion. “Who got-”

 “Ruby!” Mary Margaret repeats, breathing hard. Leo and Rosie climb up into the booths by their respective friends and Emma watches as Mary Margaret catches her breath. “Sorry. It’s been a morning and one of my closest friends just got engaged.” She turns to smile at Brennan politely. “Good morning, Brennan.”

 “Morning, Mary Margaret.”

 Emma laughs when Mary Margaret has a seat beside Emma and Rosie. Adeline crawls into Emma’s lap and eats off of Emma’s plate.

 “Where is she?” Emma asks.

 “She’s taking a call outside, but she should be in soon.” Mary Margaret explains. She leans in and her eyes widen. “You should see the ring, Emma. It’s huge.”

 Emma laughs again and leans her head against Adeline’s. “So you’re planning this wedding, then?”

 “I am,” Mary Margaret confirms. “And you’re helping.”

///

 day 12: living happily ever after. david and mary margaret’s house, storybrooke, maine.

They’re sharing a bowl of pretzels while they flip through magazines. Belle is sitting on the couch scrolling through her Pinterest boards while Noelle plays on the carpet with Rosie.

 Killian and his father took the children sailing just so Emma could come to this impromptu wedding planning session at Mary Margaret and David’s and Emma couldn’t be more delighted.

 The bride-to-be sits at the kitchen counter with her laptop open and Mary Margaret cuts things out to show her while Emma smiles to herself when Noelle toddles toward her with a block.

 “Oh, thank you so much, sweetheart,” Emma gasps. She hands the block back to Noelle, receiving a happy smile.

 Belle catches Emma’s eyes then and smiles knowingly. “Emma, not to be rude, but are you…”

 She gestures out with her hands, a little motion implying the truth.

 Emma hesitates, but nods. “We’re not telling anyone just yet.”

 “I understand,” Belle smiles, leaning in with a happy smile. “It’s our secret, then.”

 Emma nods thankfully. “We’ll be telling in a week or so after we have our three-month appointment.”

 “Oh, that’s lovely.” Belle smiles. “I can’t wait to meet another baby Jones.”

 Emma can’t stop smiling. She glances over her shoulder at Mary Margaret when she gasps over something in the magazine.

 “Ruby, this is perfect.”

 “Ooh,” Ruby raises her eyebrows. “You’re right, it is.”

 Emma looks back at the magazine in her hands and sighs. “What’s the theme again?”

 “Just anything modern. Anything you think fits us.” Ruby says. “We don’t have a lot of time. We want to get married in two months. Maybe even less than that.”

 It’s bewildering to Emma, because Ruby and Victor had been adamant that they wouldn’t get married.

 “Are you pregnant?” Emma asks, throwing her head back to attempt to stare at her friend.

 “Emma!” Mary Margaret gasps.

 Ruby snorts. “Emma, I would tell you if I was knocked up. This is not a shotgun wedding. We just want to get married. All of our friends are and… I don’t know. It just feels right now.”

 Emma manages a soft smile as she turns to face the kitchen properly. “I’m proud of you.”

 Ruby blushes slightly. “Thanks.”

 ///

 day 16: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

She wakes up and immediately regrets the decision to invite a camera crew into her home. She buries her face in Killian’s chest and he instinctively holds onto her, his hand slipping to her middle where the bump has rounded out.

 “What’s this about?” he asks.

 “We’re going to see the baby today and a camera crew is going to be in the room.”

 Killian rubs a soothing circle into her back and laughs softly. “We don’t have to have them in the room with us when we see the baby, love. It can just be us.”

 Emma leans back and stares at her husband in the soft glow of the morning. It’s too early for their children to be awake just yet, thankfully, but anytime soon they should be rushing in and insisting to crawl into their bed.

 “I’d feel better if it was just us.” Emma whispers. “They don’t have anything to do with the baby and neither does the world.”

 Killian’s fingers tangle in her messy hair and he nods. “Alright. I’m sure Merida will take a different side, but I agree.”

 Emma smiles gently at her husband and slides her hand against his cheek, swiping at the scar that’s always been there.

 “Do you want to make your prediction now?” she asks.

 Killian smiles and turns just enough to kiss her palm. “I would be delighted either way.”

 “Me too.”

For a few moments, they lie there in quiet.

Emma sighs and shakes her head. “Ruby’s getting married and Mary Margaret is totally freaking out about it.”

 Killian laughs. “I know. You’ve told me.”

 “I don’t know if I want to tell her I’m pregnant. It might kill her.”

 Her husband bursts out laughing even louder than before and Emma giggles, clapping her hand over his mouth to quiet him down so the kids don’t wake up.

 “Shhh,” she laughs, her chest rising and falling quickly with each bubble of laughter. “The kids will wake up.”

 Killian curls into her and laughs into her ear and pillow, only making her laugh some more, louder this time.

 “I don’t think I’ve ever made you laugh like this before.” Emma remarks.

 “I’m sorry,” Killian manages to say, breathing in through his nose. He has tears in his eyes and he shakes his head. “Bloody hell. I was just picturing her… hearing the news and collapsing out of sheer joy.”

 Emma hums. “Well, laugh it up now, babe. You won’t be laughing when I’m right.”

///

 “Mommy and Daddy have something to tell you guys,” Emma says, wrangling in the two children who are bickering on the couch.

 Charlie’s eyes widen. “Are we getting a new puppy?”

 Emma laughs, turning to look at Killian. “No, not quite a puppy.”

 Killian has the sonogram in his hand behind his back and Emma bounces on her toes while she toys with how she wants to tell her children the good news.

 “You guys are going to have a brother or sister,” Emma says. “I’m having a baby.”

 Charlie gasps loudly and stands up, holding his mouth open. “What!”

 Emma laughs delightedly along with Killian, who pulls out the sonogram to show the kids what they’re talking about.

 “Addie, do you see this little lump?” Killian asks. He brings the image to their daughter. “That’s the baby in Mummy’s tummy.”

 Emma presses her hands over her middle and leans back to try and emphasize what proof she can to the little girl who seems to be having a hard time comprehending the news.

 “Can it be a boy?” Charlie asks. “Like me?”

 Emma chuckles. “I don’t know, Charlie. We won’t know for a few more months.”

 Charlie goes to her and wraps his arms around her middle. He presses a kiss to her bellybutton and she almost breaks down crying, but holds herself together as she runs her fingers through Charlie’s hair.

 Adeline climbs off of the couch and approaches Emma, gazing up at her with bright eyes. Slowly, a smile spreads on her face and she clings to her as well.

 “A baby!” Adeline says happily.

 “That’s right,” Emma laughs.

 She admires the way her children hold onto her for a moment before looking to her husband. He grins warmly and presses a hand to her lower back while he kisses her.

 In the corner of her eye, she can see Merida smiling so sweetly at the scene before her. She glances over at Mac, almost as if she’s daydreaming.

 Emma keeps a smile to herself and answers all of Charlie and Adeline’s questions until Killian ultimately has to pull them away from her with the promise of going sailing.

 ///

 day 17: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

Everyone they love and care about barely fit in the house, so they have their announcement out in the yard at dusk. Much like the last barbecue, it’s a festive event complete with a curious hum as to why they’ve gathered together so soon after their last party.

 Emma Skype calls Liam and Elsa, holding her iPad up and waving when they put their baby in front of the lens.

 “Hey little guy!” she gasps. “It’s good to see you. He looks so good, Elsa.”

 “Doesn’t he? Daddy got him this little hat today.” Elsa leans away, taking the baby back toward her chest. She shows Emma a cute ball cap.

 “Aw!” Emma turns to Killian. “Babe, look at this. He has a little Red Sox hat.”

 Killian shifts, grinning upon seeing his nephew. “Xavier Killian, when you’re old enough I’m taking you to a game. Just us boys. Probably your Papa too. And Charlie. But we’re going.”

 Elsa laughs just as Liam comes into frame. He smiles.

 “Hey, brother!” Liam waves. “Emma!”

 “Hi!”

 “So what’s this all about? Why are we Skyping into one of your famous barbecues?”

 Killian clears his throat. “Hold on just a moment, brother.” He stands up at the head of the picnic table and everyone stops what they’re doing to turn to him. “Apologies, but Emma and I have an announcement to make.”

 “I knew it!” Ruby says. “You’re moving.”

 Emma rolls her eyes. Of course. She watches Killian as he turns to her and she gives him a supportive grin, nodding.

 “We’re not moving,” Killian says. “Um… Emma’s expecting. We’re having another baby.”

 Their friends and family collectively chatter happily and gasp. Mary Margaret is particularly excited, going to Emma and awarding her a hug. Thankfully, she doesn’t die.

 Liam and Elsa, from Washington, both cheer and wish them well, and when Brennan finally gets to them, he gives them each a warm hug with tears in his eyes.

 “I never thought I’d get to have this much family,” he explains. “Congratulations, both of you. I’m sure Charlie and Addie are thrilled.”

 “Oh, so happy,” Emma laughs. “They won’t stop talking about it.”

 Brennan’s smile reaches his eyes and he hugs Killian for a second time. It’s an embrace he gladly accepts. His eyes squeeze closed for a moment and he breathes the man in.

 “Well, if you’re looking for a good name, might I be the first to suggest Brennan?”

 Both Killian and Emma laugh. Killian pulls away from his father and puts his arm around Emma, who now stands beside him, her little bump a little more obvious with the truth in the air.

 “We’ll think about it.”

 ///

“That went really well,” Emma murmurs, turning to face her husband in the dim lighting of their bedroom.

 In front of them, their television is on mute while a round of commercials plays. They’re watching House Hunters again and Emma’s getting tired, so she settles a hand on Killian’s chest and slides her legs against his.

 “It did,” Killian agrees as he adjusts his position to fit her. “I’m glad everyone knows.”

 Emma laughs once. “Me too. I’m really happy.”

 “As am I.” Killian murmurs. He stares up at the television for a second before shutting it off and covering them in a delightful darkness.

 Emma’s eyes close and she breathes Killian in. “Do you want to be me tomorrow while I go wedding dress shopping with Ruby and Mary Margaret the Bridezilla who isn’t even the bride?”

 Killian laughs. “I’m so sorry.”

 “I’m glad she wasn’t involved in planning either of our weddings,” Emma says. She pauses thoughtfully. “Speaking of… our anniversary is coming up soon.”

 “Hmm.”

 “Do you want to take a babymoon trip and call that our anniversary? We never did that with either of the other ones.”

 “Might be nice.”

 “Hmm,” Emma hums. “Yeah.”

 ///

 day 45: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

The cameras have been with them for over a month, off and on as storylines seem to come and go.

 Merida is the nicest person, Emma thinks, because she keeps calm when the kids are having bad days and she actually scoops them up and tries to soothe their tears with silly songs.

 Today they’re coming back after being absent for a few days and Emma lies in bed with Killian while he traces circles against her belly.

 “I think it’s a girl,” he announces suddenly.

 “What? Why?”

 “Because…I’ve got a gut feeling.”

 Emma hums skeptically and runs her fingers through his hair before joining his fingers on her middle. “I think it’s a boy. Kind of feels like I did when I was pregnant with Charlie.”

 Killian cracks a smile. “Alright, then. We’ll see who’s right in a few hours.”

 Emma chuckles. She rests against the headboard and listens to the sound of the house. For a moment, it’s quiet, but then she hears Charlie and Adeline before she can see them.

 Charlie’s the one that pries open the door. He comes to the side of the bed and beams at them.

 “Morning!”

 “Good morning, Charlie,” Emma laughs. “You guys can come up. We’re just talking about what we think the baby is. What do you think? Boy or girl?”

 “Boy,” Charlie says matter-of-factly. He climbs into bed and goes over her legs, immediately embracing the bump with his nose in her bellybutton.

 Adeline joins them and bounces as she stumbles into Killian’s arms. She squeals when he tickles her.

 “Good morning, my dear,” he says, leaving a kiss to her cheek. “It’s nice to have you in our bed.”

 Emma rolls her eyes as Adeline wraps her arms around Emma’s neck. She kisses her cheek.

 “Mommy, I had a dream about the baby and Princess Ariel!”

 “You did?” Emma laughs. “Wow, that was some dream.”

 Adeline crouches down by her middle and she leans her ear against her belly. “Hi baby!”

 Emma’s heart swells. She turns to look at Killian and his expression is equally as soft as hers.

 “What were we thinking?” she mouths. “Three?”

 Killian chuckles. He sits upright and climbs out of bed. “Alright, come on out of bed, monkeys. Let’s go see about making breakfast for Mummy before the cameras are here.”

 ///

 Emma has a nap while he deals with two excited children and a camera crew. Their appointment had gone very well and to say the kids are more excited now than they were before is an understatement.

 He has them help him clean the house, something they turn into a game, and by the time Emma comes down, both Charlie and Addie are napping on the sofa.

 “Hey,” she says, smiling tiredly at him as she presses up onto her toes and sets a hand over his heart. “It’s really quiet. What happened?”

 Killian chuckles. “They cleaned the house and then fell asleep.”

 She kisses him and wraps her arms around his neck as he holds onto her hips. “Wow. You got them to clean?”

 He shrugs. “It was a bit of a bargaining game.”

 Emma hums. “Well, thank you for letting me sleep. Baby boy and I appreciate it.”

 Killian’s heart swells with joy and he nods. “You’re not going to let me live it down that I guessed wrong, are you?”

 “Nope,” Emma chuckles, popping the ‘p’. She lowers her arms and licks her lips. “I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”

 “I was hoping you’d tell me.”

 Emma thinks on it. “Pizza?”

 “Pepperoni and bacon?”

 “Yes please.”

 “As you wish.”

 ///

 day 46: living happily ever after. mary margaret and david’s house, storybrooke, maine.

“So Ruby doesn’t know we’re having this party,” Mary Margaret says as she pins up the sign above the dinner table.

 Emma watches, hands on her hips, while Belle hurries into the room with a bowl of popcorn.

 “She’ll be here any second so we need to hurry up and finish decorating.”

 Emma sighs and rubs her middle. “Guys, I hate to be that person but Ruby’s gonna hate this. When was the last time you saw her excited to watch a chick flick and bake cookies?”

 “Emma, we can’t go to a bar,” Mary Margaret explains. “You’re pregnant and we all have kids. Well, except for Ruby.”

 Emma sighs. She watches Regina with a wary look. Regina has a plate of vegetables, which makes Emma close her eyes as she covers them with her hands.

 “Okay, I’m taking over,” she announces. “We’re not doing this weird homebody party with David watching the kids in the other room. We’re going out and you guys are drinking and I’m going to laugh at the dumb stuff you do when you’re drunk.” She looks at each of the women. “Come on. Get something to wear. I’ll stall Ruby outside.”

 ///

 day 46: living happily ever after. harbor, storybrooke, maine.

 Somehow, and she’s not sure how, they end up on the deck of The Jewel while Ruby sings some pop song about being single forever. Mary Margaret is passive-aggressively trying to get Emma to sail the ship out into the harbor, but Emma’s not drunk and she’s not stupid, so she won’t be doing that.

 She films the moment where Belle decides to shove Ruby into the water, and she ends up being the only one smart enough to reel her back in with a life preserver.

 When Ruby gets back on deck, she yells, “That was amazing!”

 And somehow, the party gets wilder.

 ///

 day 46: living happily ever after. belle and will’s house, storybrooke, maine.

 They end up running down the street while Ruby sings about getting married soon and they stop by the library so Belle can call Will, because apparently she forgot her phone at Mary Margaret’s. Will doesn’t answer, ending in Belle breaking down crying and Mary Margaret soothing her as best she can.

 Emma just watches on giggling with the camera crew that had the foresight to know that this was an event they wouldn’t want to miss out on.

 They go to Belle and Will’s place and discover that the band is having an impromptu video game night with the kids sleeping in one of the bedrooms.

 Emma meets Killian’s eyes with a bemused smile on her lips while Ruby informs them that her bachelorette party was amazing, and Regina starts making out with Robin while Mary Margaret calls David’s cell phone. In moments, he steps out of the bathroom with a puzzled look on his face.

 “Quite a night, eh, Swan?” Killian asks when she comes to his side.

 “You have no idea.” Emma laughs. She takes her fingers through his hair and breathes in deep. “We should get home. Baby boy is making me exhausted.”

 “You’re having a boy?” Mary Margaret asks, pouting at the news. She wraps Emma in a clingy hug and Emma rubs a circle into her friend’s back. “Emma, this is so wonderful. I could cry. I am crying.”

 ///

 day 50: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

 “Good job spelling your name, Charlie!” Killian cheers his son on as he sits at the piano in his music room.

“Mommy wrote it here and I was practicing,” Charlie explains. He’s excited, bouncing away from him and past the camera crew back to his mother in the other room. “Mommy, I did it!”

“Good job!” Emma says. She enters the room and smiles at him. “Hey, Pirate, I was hoping I could talk to you about something.”

 He grins from ear-to-ear as he plays a chord on his piano. “I am all ears for you, my love.”

 She’s beautiful, wearing her hair up. Her baby bump is a little more featured now in the shirt she’s wearing and she has a soft smile on her face.

 “Okay, so,” Emma has a seat beside him at his piano, facing the opposite direction so she can look at him. “I’ve been looking into it and I think I want to do Hawaii for the babymoon slash anniversary celebratory vacation.”

 Killian hums. He nods. “Alright. I think I might be interested in that. Do you want the kids with us or-”

 “They’re staying here,” Emma says with a bluntness that makes him chuckle. “With Mary Margaret and David and if they need to, your dad could take them.”

 “Aye,” Killian agrees. He plays another few notes- notes from her favorite song- and stops, turning toward her. “When are we having this vacation?”

 Adeline comes into the room, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasps for breath, and Charlie follows with his pad of paper and a pencil, while Buddy investigates the teary little girl.

 “Mommy,” Adeline begs, reaching up for Emma.

 “What happened, Addie?”

 Adeline doesn’t respond, just cries in her ear, and Emma sighs as she strokes her backside. She meets his eyes and he nods.

 “Soon, I take it.”

 “Please.”

 ///

 day 53: living happily ever after. forest, storybrooke, maine.

 Ruby and Whale get married in a tiny ceremony in the middle of the forest. It’s an intricate affair, and Mary Margaret certainly seems proud of each detail she put into making sure the event looks just as beautiful as Ruby does.

 He’s serving as a groomsman while Jefferson is the best man, something that happened only because of the results of a gaming tournament on the night of Victor’s bachelor party.

 Emma is one of Ruby’s bridesmaids so he thinks it works out quite nicely, because they get to walk the aisle together and he keeps making eyes at her during the ceremony.

 She’s just as bad as he is.

 ///

 day 53: living happily ever after. docks, storybrooke, maine.

 When it’s time for the party to begin, they go to the docks and Killian sings for their first dance, watching the joy on their faces as they sway and laugh.

 It pulls at his heart and reminds him of just how far he’s come in his own marriage. It’s been awhile since their first wedding day and sometimes, he imagines things between them are so wild that they hardly have time to just be with one another.

 He watches Emma then, sitting at a table with Charlie and Adeline. She looks gorgeous and she’s probably the loveliest one here, with her hair in curls around her shoulders and the baby bump more obvious.

 He gets Robin to take over for a song or two and makes his way to his wife, leaning down with his hand extended to her.

 “May I have this dance?” he asks.

 Emma smiles at him brightly and accepts his hand. She pulls herself up from the table and they both wave at their kids before stepping into a dance together.

 “You know, it’s been awhile since we danced.” Emma says.

 “Do you want to dance more?”

 “Maybe.”

 Killian hums. “I’ll have to keep that in mind. I suppose we’re a bit busy with family and the new album, aren’t we?”

 Emma shrugs. She admires him, her smile making dimples in her cheeks. “I’m happy with the way things are.”

 He considers her reaction as she presses her cheek to his collarbone. He leans his head against hers and finds his children mimicking them nearby, a sweet sight with Adeline grinning up at her older brother.

 “I’m writing a song about you.” Killian murmurs. “For the new album.”

 “When are you not writing a song about me?” she teases.

 For a moment, he’s speechless. He shakes his head slowly. “Touche, Mrs. Jones. Touche.”

 ///

 day 60: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

Charlie is five and it’s something she’s had a hard time making any sense of for several months, but it’s finally time for him to go to kindergarten after many months at home in between preschool and going on tour.

 She knew she would probably cry a lot when this day came, but being pregnant was never in her mind when she envisioned it, nor was the thought of also having to drop Adeline off at preschool for half a day.

 She feels miserable when she wakes up and she immediately curls into herself as much as she can while she moans sorrowfully.

 “He’s going to school,” Emma bemoans to Killian. “He’s my baby. He can’t go to school.”

 “I know,” Killian sighs. He wraps his arm around her and kisses her forehead. “I’m not ready for this to happen either, but I know he’s excited and if he sees us upset he’ll be upset.”

 Emma hums.

 “Just think of all the friends he’s going to make today. I’m sure we’ll miss him more than he’ll miss us.”

 Emma pulls away enough to see his face. “I guess.”

 “Why don’t we get up and ready? I’ll wake the boy and we can surprise him with special breakfast at the diner.”

 “He’ll love that.”

 ///

 day 60: living happily ever after. diner, storybrooke, maine.

 Merida arrives with the crew as they’re getting ready to leave and Emma feels like crying, but instead she holds Adeline’s hand and gasps excitedly when Charlie shows off his new outfit for school.

 They head out together and pile into the minivan and before she knows it, she’s watching Charlie shovel food into his mouth at the diner.

 “Now, are you going to be a good boy, Charlie?” Killian asks.

 Charlie bobs his head. “Yes, Daddy.”

 “Good. You’re going to make lots of friends and you’re going to have lots of fun.”

 Emma smiles at her son when he peers up at her nervously. “And when you’re all done, we’re going to be there to pick you up and take you home.”

 ///

 day 60: living happily ever after. storybrooke elementary, storybrooke, maine.

Charlie comes darting out of school like a bullet and he charges straight into Killian, wrapping his arms around him before he holds up a picture and grins at him.

 “I drew us!” he says excitedly. “And we had Goldfish and we sang about the alphabet and I even got to see a little baby turtle!”

 Killian laughs warmly and turns to his wife, who stands holding her hand over her bump as Adeline goes to Charlie.

 “Sounds like you had fun,” Emma smiles. “Was it fun?”

 “Yeah!” Charlie cheers. He shows his picture to Adeline and points. “Look it’s you and there’s baby brother. And mommy and daddy.”

 Emma takes the picture from him when he hands it to her and she smiles softly. “We are so putting this on the fridge! It’s amazing, Charlie!”

 They’d spent most of the day together.

 After dropping their son off she’d cried for a little while and then they had to drop Adeline off, something that made her cry again, so he brought her to his boat and they sat staring at the horizon for a bit before they went to the studio to hang out with the band.

 She’s doing much better now, smiling and asking Charlie questions that he elaborately answers. Charlie holds onto her hand as they walk toward the van and he grabs Addie to carry her in order to keep up.

 By the time they’re at the van and have the kids in their seats, she turns to him and he smiles at her.

 “We did it.”

 “We did it.”

 ///

 day 70: living happily ever after. jolly roger studios, storybrooke, maine.

 The guys are goofing off while they practice for an in-studio music video and Emma rolls her eyes at it all as she sits on the couch managing social media.

 Merida and the crew are here, too, making for a full house. Merida is fascinated with the studio and Killian is more than happy to give the crew a tour, gesturing to her on his way past them.

 “Oh, and here’s our resident management consultant, Emma Jones.”

 Emma laughs and waves at the camera. “Hello. Welcome.”

 Killian guides the crew into the other room. “Here’s Robin. Best friends since, what, high school?”

 “Don’t rightly know,” Robin admits on a laugh. “Either way, hello. I’m Robin. Play the electric. Sometimes acoustic. Sometimes banjo.”

 He holds up the instrument in his hand as proof and raises his eyebrows.

 “Here’s Jefferson, our fabulous pianist.”

 Jefferson plays a few notes in grandiose fashion and Emma bites on her lip as she decides to record a small video of the process.

 “Victor Whale on bass guitar!”

 Whale plucks out a few notes that leave the guys grooving.

 “Hey!” they cheer.

 Killian claps him on the back. “Recently married. How’s that treating you, mate?”

 “Good,” Whale says.

 “Wonderful.” He guides the camera to Will. “Will Scarlett on drums-”

 Will kills it on a longer solo than any of the other guys got, leading them all to join in until Killian straps on his guitar and starts to sing the new song.

 He winks at the camera, but she knows he’s winking at her.

 ///

 day 80: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

 She’s significantly pregnant, entering the third trimester, and she’s very ready for time away from the kids, especially with Killian in and out doing shows around the country for a few weeks. He’s finally back and he’s all hers for a week, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

 “Okay, do you have your bathing suit?” Killian asks as they quickly pack their bags.

 Admittedly, they should have done this last night or even two nights ago, knowing them, but they didn’t, so they’re doing it with just barely enough time to get to the airport if they left ten minutes ago.

 “Yeah,” Emma says, combing back her hair to put it in a ponytail. She sighs, resting her hands on her lower back while she stares at the suitcase and carry on bags. “I think that’s everything. We need to get going if we’re doing this.”

“Oh, we’re doing this.” Killian says, eyebrows raised enough to make her laugh. He grabs the bags and walks to the bedroom door. “Alright, where are my children?”

 Charlie and Adeline immediately make themselves known, their voices echoing up the stairs.

 “Uncle David is here!” Charlie calls.

 Emma follows Killian down the stairs and when they get to the first floor, they find David holding Adeline and Charlie bouncing on his toes eagerly.

 “Hey guys,” David grins. “You’re running a little late. I can take care of them. School in half an hour for this one-” He gestures to Charlie. “And at 10 for this one.”

 Emma nods. “Right.” She goes to him and kisses Adeline’s cheek. “Okay, be good, Addie. I love you. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

 Adeline nods. “Bye, Mommy!”

 “Bye.” Emma replies. She kisses her daughter again and then goes to Charlie. “Be good, Charlie, okay? We’ll call tonight to check on you before bed.”

 “Okay.” Charlie grins. “Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ll take care of Addie and Buddy. We’re gonna have fun.”

 Emma sighs. “Good.” She kisses him. “I love you.”

 “Love you too.”

 “Bye, Mommy!”

 “Bye,” Emma says as she goes to the door. “Thanks David! We’ll call tonight.”

 “Okay!”

 ///

 day 83: living happily ever after. hotel, maui, hawaii.

 It was crazy the first day, but after settling into the hotel and getting more than enough sleep, Emma feels like she can enjoy this vacation.

 They’re sitting up in their bed and they’re listening to the ocean waves rolling in through the open balcony door.

 Emma sighs and wiggles her toes as she leans her head against Killian’s shoulder. Their hands are entwined and Killian has been telling her about something he saw on his way to the beach yesterday evening when she was grabbing the camera to take pictures.

 She leaves a kiss to his shoulder and bites on her lip as she straddles his hips. He slides his fingers against her sides and places his hands on her bump.

 “Do you want to tell me what we’re doing today?” she asks. “I know you invited Merida and you told her to keep it a secret.”

 Killian laughs and in that moment, their little boy kicks at his hands. Emma scrunches up her nose and stares down at her belly to see the motion.

 “Bloody hell, you’re just as bad as your big brother, aren’t you?” Killian asks. He shakes his head. “Remember when Charlie would do this?”

 Emma hums. “All the time. He never slept.”

 Killian laughs and admires the feeling for a few moments while it continues. Then it stops and he sighs, pressing his head back against the headboard.

 “We’re going to Jurassic Park.”

 Emma gives him a look. “What are you talking about?”

 “We’re going to the waterfall that was in the film.” He amends. “I’m very excited.”

 Emma chuckles. “You know, that does sound like fun.”

 She rubs her fingers over her belly and thinks about what it’ll be like to tell Charlie they visited some dinosaurs.

 “We should call him Owen,” Killian says, a smile creasing the corners of his eyes.

 Emma holds her mouth open thoughtfully and breathes a laugh. “Owen Brennan Jones?”

 “Now that’s a name!” Killian announces. He touches her belly. “What do you think, little one? Are you an Owen?”

 To that, the baby kicks.

 Killian cheerfully laughs. “I think he’s decided what he’d like to be named, Swan. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.”

 Emma chuckles. “No, I like it.”

 They gaze at one another for a few seconds.

 “Owen.” Emma nods. “Owen. I like it.”

 “Me too.”

 ///

 day 150: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

Emma’s in the kitchen with Adeline baking cookies when Killian comes home with Liam, Elsa, Nora, and Xavier.

 The camera is on her when the door opens and she turns, expecting to see Killian with one of the guys, but instead Elsa is here and she looks beautiful as ever.

 “Elsa! Liam!” Emma rushes out of the kitchen and immediately hugs Elsa as tightly as she can. “What are you doing here?”

 Elsa laughs as they pull apart. “We came to be here for you guys when the baby comes.”

 Liam gives her a hug then and she turns in time to see Xavier reaching out to her in Killian’s arms. She gasps at the little boy and presses her fingers into his hand.

 “Hi, Xavier. It’s so nice to see you again.”

 Emma scoops him into her arms and he makes her heart heavy with anticipation. She’ll have one of these soon and she cannot wait.

 “How was the flight?” she asks, slightly teary eyed as she looks to Elsa again. “How is everything?”

 Elsa laughs. “It was good. Xavier slept a lot of the way here. Nora is so sleepy though. She was very excited to make the trip to see Addie and Charlie.”

 Emma smiles down at the little girl and accepts her gentle hug. “Hi, Nora. How are you, Sweetheart?”

 “Good,” Nora replies softly.

 “Mommy!” Addie calls out.

 Emma shakes her head. “Oh, right. Sorry, Addie, I’m coming!”

 She slides Xavier into Liam’s arms and turns to go to the kitchen again. She scoops Adeline off of the counter and sets her down on the ground.

 “Look who’s here, Addie. Uncle Liam and Auntie Elsa!”

 Adeline gasps and claps. She spies Nora right away and crashes into her cousin with the happiest looks on both of their faces. “Hi!”

 ///

 day 163: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

She’s running late, so she’s wrapped up in her cardigan and wearing sweats, her hair in a messy braid over her shoulder. She’s been standing at baggage claim for fifteen minutes and his flight is only half an hour delayed, so it doesn’t really bother her, the waiting.

 But it’s been a few days since he’s been at home and she wishes he’d just be home already. He will be from here on out, with the baby coming soon, so she’s glad today marks the end of separation at least for a while.

 Somehow, she’s recognized by a woman and Emma forces a smile at her. It’s almost four in the afternoon and her kids are with Elsa, but she really wants to be home and working on the nursery rather than here at the airport.

 “You’re so beautiful in person,” the woman tells her after the initial awkward acknowledgement.

 Emma smiles, embarrassed. She feels like a whale, pregnant as she is, and she’s having a hard week. There’s a camera crew watching her from across the room and she’s easily irritated thanks to the baby tossing within her.

 “Thanks,” Emma manages.

 The woman gestures down at her bump. “You and your husband are amazing parents. I’ve been following you since the start. You must be due soon.”

 Emma presses her hand against her belly when her son moves. “Yeah. Very soon.”

 The woman glances over at the flood of people coming towards them and smiles at her widely. “Looks like the flight is finally in. It was so nice getting to meet you. I’m so inspired by your relationship.”

 Emma just smiles and nods, not knowing how else to respond, and turns her attention to the people before the woman heads that way herself.

 It takes a few minutes, but the moment she sees him, he smiles at her. He’s tired, she can see it in his eyes, but he’s smiling so warmly and she wishes she could run to him, but she’s sporting an unmovable watermelon, so she just inches forward a little.

 He reaches her and immediately wraps her up in a warm hug that reminds her solely of home and she starts crying a little as she presses her hands to his cheeks and kisses him. He takes her hands as he reaches for the bump and he nuzzles at her nose.

 It feels like it’s been an eternity, but it’s only been a few days. She wonders dimly if this is further proof that she and Killian were always meant to be together.

 “Oh, I’ve missed you dearly.”

 Emma’s heart squeezes and she laughs. He pecks at her lips once before kneeling down, right in the middle of baggage claim, and kissing her belly.

 “And you as well, my boy. Have you been behaved for Mummy while I’ve been away?”

 The baby kicks and he grins at the feeling before kissing the spot and hopping back up. He releases one of her hands, but squeezes the other tight, lifting it to kiss it.

 “How was it?” she asks.

 He shakes his head and they start to walk toward the machine where the rest of the band is already waiting.

 “I missed you and I couldn’t keep my mind off of you the entire bloody time.”

 Emma chuckles at him and as they stop at the carousel, she leans her head into his shoulder. He kisses the top of her head.

 “I’m sorry I’m the only one who came to get you guys,” she apologizes. “But we had a vote and the vote went to manager and pregnant woman of the wives.”

 Robin laughs. “It’s alright, Emma. We certainly appreciate it.”

 Together, they pile into the van and Killian drives them straight home. Emma gives him a look when he pulls into the driveway.

 “What about bringing the guys home?”

 “Oh, did we not tell you?” Killian asks. “We were going to fix up the nursery today.”

 Emma almost cries, tilting her head to the side as she stares at him. “Oh.”

 Killian smiles warmly at her. “Come on, Swan. In you get. I’m sure you’re due for a nap.”

 Emma leads the way into the house, not once questioning how quiet it is when she enters. Not even Buddy makes a sound. She takes off her shoes and sighs, turning to go into the living room to grab her favorite blanket.

 But when she turns, she’s surprised to find all of her friends waiting for her in a pastel blue decorated version of her living room. They cheer and Mary Margaret, standing in the front of them all with Elsa, says, ��Surprise! It’s your baby shower!”

 “What! Are you serious?” Emma gasps and turns to look at her husband when he enters.

 He grins wickedly, clearly in on the surprise.

 “You knew! What?”

 Killian chuckles. “I only knew the day and time. I didn’t know everyone in town would be in my house!”

 ///

 Emma stands in the middle of the nursery and smiles happily at how everything has come together.

 Her hand rests over her middle as she watches Killian adjust a picture of the family on the wall across from the crib. She runs her fingers along the letters that spell out his name on the wall near to her.

 “This is probably the nicest nursery setup we’ve had.” Emma says.

 Killian bobs his head. “I’d agree.”

 Emma steps toward him and she stares at the crib. “God, can you believe we’re about to have him? He’s going to be so small and we’re going to put him to bed in that crib and rock him to sleep over there.”

 Killian hums. “It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it? I’m rather excited.”

 “Me too.” Emma smiles. She pushes up on her toes to kiss him. “When do you think he’ll be here?”

 “I give him a little over a week.”

 ///

 day 172: living happily ever after. hospital, storybrooke, maine.

Killian knows only two things on the day his son comes into the world.

 One: he hasn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and two: becoming a father for the third time is just as breathtakingly beautiful and life changing as the first two times.

 Emma had had contractions the evening before, so they ultimately called for Elsa and Liam and headed to the hospital earlier in the night.

 Owen decides to make his grand entrance at 2:14 in the morning. He’s small, healthy, and he’s surprisingly quiet after his initial shock of oxygen to his lungs.

 Emma’s crying and so is he when Owen is settled against her chest. She’d been so strong and so brilliant.

 “Hi, baby boy,” Emma whispers, laughing a little when he wraps his fingers around her index. “Oh, you’re so perfect.” She glances up at him and smiles. “Killian, he’s basically you.”

 Killian sniffles and leans in to kiss her forehead. “You were so brilliant, my love. Oh, so wonderfully done.” He looks at his son and shakes his head. “He’s perfect, isn’t he?”

 Emma shifts him in her arm and Killian reaches in to touch his fingers. And it’s just like this that Killian Jones is in for all over again.

 ///

 Emma watches Killian expertly change the baby, as if it were just yesterday that they had to do this.

 “And there we go,” Killian whispers, leaning down to kiss Owen’s head. He coaxes the baby into his arms and cradles him close to his chest as he sits down beside her bed again. “I just realized that I never wrote you a song. That is the biggest injustice I’ve ever heard, Owen. Everyone else has a song.”

 Emma can’t help but smile to herself. She brushes her hair back and scoots upright, tilting her head to the side slightly.

 On the spot, Killian begins to sing a song she’s never heard before. It’s Owen’s own song, a lullaby that immediately puts their newborn to sleep.

 Her eyes are moist as she watches her husband admire the little life in his arms. She adores her little boy and she knows Killian feels just the same.

 “When do you want him to meet his brother and sister?” Killian asks after he settles Owen into the bassinet.

 Emma sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t know. I’m sure they’re excited right now. What time is it?”

 “Nearly noon.” Killian says.

 Emma hums. They’ve had him to themselves for a long time, both of them just basking in the glow of this new member of their family.

 “We can have them over for a little bit.” Emma says. “Tell Elsa to bring us something completely unhealthy for lunch.”

 Killian chuckles and nods. “As you wish.”

 ///

 Emma’s holding Owen when Charlie and Adeline come charging into the room. She smiles as big as she can for them.

 “Hi you guys!” Emma says happily.

 “Mommy, is that the baby?” Adeline asks.

 Charlie holds up one of his teddy bears and says, “This is for my brother!”

 Emma laughs and Killian hoists Charlie up onto the hospital bed first before he helps Adeline.

 “I’m sure he’ll love it, Charlie. Thank you.” Emma says. “You can put it right here and he’ll cuddle it later, okay?”

 Charlie does as he’s told and with a grin, he admires Owen. “What’s his name, Mommy?”

 “His name is Owen.” Emma says. She stares at the baby and her heart swells warmly.

 Both of the children want to hold their new brother and they do, taking turns and being so gentle that Emma and Killian praise them for it.

 When Charlie holds his brother, he whispers, “Owen, you can share all of my toys, okay?”

 ///

day 200: living happily ever after. emma and killian’s house, storybrooke, maine.

 Merida and crew return to film them with the baby when Owen is a month old. They’d spent a little while filming them after they first brought him home, but then made the choice to return later for a quick segment at the end of the final episode.

 The first episode is airing tonight, something that’s cause for much excitement in town, and Mary Margaret has already invited everyone over for a viewing party.

 Emma has Owen in a chair and she’s cleaning the living room so it’s spotless enough to look like a normal household for the cameras.

 “Hi, Charlie!” Merida says. “Wow, you’re so much bigger since I last saw you.”

 Charlie makes a funny noise. “No!”

 Merida laughs warmly. “Hi Killian. Where’s Emma?”

 She takes the opportunity to step into view, waving as she checks in on Owen, sound asleep in his chair.

 “Hey!” Emma greets Merida. “How are you?”

 “Good. Mac and I have been antsy to come back and see you lot.”

 Mac is on his knees, playing a game with Charlie and Adeline already. Emma smiles to herself at the lingering look Merida casts his way.

 “Are you ready for a quick interview, then?”

 Emma nods. “Yeah. Do you want us all or just Killian and I?”

 “Ah… let’s do all of you.”

 ///

 “Are you excited to be on telly, then, Charlie?”

 “Yeah!” Charlie holds his fists in the air. He’s sitting in Killian’s lap, making the adults chuckle at his reaction. He smiles up at Emma and she responds in kind.

 “How do you like your new brother? Is he nice?”

 Charlie nods. “He’s really nice but sometimes he keeps everybody awake ‘cause he doesn’t sleep like we do. He needs food in the middle of the night.”

 “And he’s very soft.” Adeline adds.

 Emma laughs and strokes her daughter’s hair, adorned with a simple bow today. She looks up at Emma with a happy smile.

 “I’m sure he’s soft,” Merida grins. “Okay, so, Daddy, might I ask you a question now?”

 “Of course,” Killian replies.

 Merida nods. “I know it always goes back to the first time you did this in our interviews, but do you ever wonder what might have happened?”

 Killian hums. “I sometimes think about what might have happened if we hadn’t done the experiment, sure. But at the end of the day, we did it. We got married. We fell in love. We have three beautiful children now. I don’t want to wake up if this is just a dream because it’s everything I could’ve wanted.”

 He stares at her now and she blushes, tilting her head to the side as she looks back at Merida.

 “My answer would be the same.” Emma says. “I went from being lost and alone and afraid of love to having so much of it that I have no idea what to do with it all. And deep down, that’s all anyone could want. I hope that if there’s someone out there feeling as lost as I did, that they wouldn’t give up. Anything can happen to change your life in a heartbeat.”

[poison--pals]

cold hearts | rosalie hale

CHAPTER ONE -

"I can't thank you enough, Charlie,"I say, fervent in gratitude.

I give the awkward, introverted, man a hug. He reacts like I usually do-frozen and tense.

However, I'm simply too filled with temporary happiness and gratitude to care.

My parents died last week, and well, I'm not about to let my aunt house me. So when Charlie heard the news, he offered to take me in.

So I've been shipped across the country to stay with my childhood best friend, Bella Swan. I know this girl more than she does herself, which just goes to show that our relationship is extraordinary.

We met in Phoenix, where I had just moved at age 7. Since then, we had hung out and texted forever, even when I moved back to Atlanta at age 16. Safe to say I haven't seen Bella in a good two years, but I missed her so much that I've just been pining to hug her again.

Bella and Charlie are the only people that know about my family's ... predicament. A town this small though, I won't be surprised if someone reads it out of our minds.

The two of us slide into the police cruiser, and I relax on the familiar seat. Sure, I've been seated on the backseat more then the front, but Charlie doesn't need to know that.

I peer out of the window at the dark small town, taking in its imperfections.

We chat like old friends, and silence takes over comfortably. "How is she?" I ask, referring to Bella. Charlie grimaces.

"She's great. Her boyfriend isn't, though." And I perk up in interest.

"Old Bella's got a boyfriend, does she?" I smile. "Hey, what happened to her converting to lesbian and marrying me?"

Charlie smirks. "Guess you can surprise her, Ti. She still doesn't know that you're here."

It's been a running joke for a long time. After I told Bella that I was a lesbian, she embraced it accordingly. Just goes to show that when a straight girl can be friends with a boy, a gay girl can be friends with a girl too.

Charlie frowns. "You know, I'm worried. Bella's pretty clumsy, but she was almost killed on the second week of school."

My head almost hits the roof. "She what?"

-

I swing out of the cruiser as we pull up to the quaint yellow home. Bounding up the stairs, still high on fear and worry, I slam the unlocked door against the wall and scream up the stairs, "BELLA SWAN! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!"

A couple of seconds later, a groggy Bella rolls down the stairs, wearing earbuds and a drool spot on her chin.

Bella wipes at her face with sweater paws, and squints her eyes, trying to wake up. "Ti-Tiana...?" She whispers in disbelief.

"Duh, how many friends do you have named Tiana> Do you even have friends?" I tease as she squeals and jumps up from halfway down the stairs.

Now, because this is Bella Swan we are talking about, she naturally has to fall down the rest, tripping and breaking her arm with a sighing Charlie Swan behind me.

Naturally.

Disappointed, but not surprised, I massage my head in exasperation. "I'll take her, Charlie, just get me the keys,"

He throws them to me, and I pick Bella up "Let's go, bestie. You owe me an explanation and a hug."

CHAPTER TWO - 

And that, my dears, is why we are sitting in a hospital.

The doctor tending to Bella, a Dr.Cullen, smiles at us, "Only a sprained wrist, though it looks much worse then it is. I can get get you a cast; green, blue, black or white?"

I snort quietly. Bella's going for the least inconspicuous one, I guarantee it.

"Green," She says. I choke on my snort, coughing a little. "Seriously?" I ask her.

"No, " Bella replies, laughing. "White please." Dr. Cullen nods and leaves.

That's the thing with our friendship, Bella and I; we'll never worry about being black and white.

We love each other more for it.

-

We head home, Tiana driving my truck.

As she parks at our house, lifts me out of the truck, and we enter the living room.

Charlie takes one look and sighs into his hand condescendingly. Tiana rubs his back teasingly. "I don't know how you deal with her, Charlie. I could never."

"Oh save it," I retort, while hugging my dad close. I know he's been worried ever since the car accident with Tyler, and I love him and relate so much to him that no one except Tiana can replicate.

He hugs me back awkwardly, and me and Tiana begin the spaghetti.

I may be straight, and my best friend may be lesbian, but we've made a cuddle rule at the young age of 7, and have yet to break it.

We eat dinner happily, revelling in each other's aura, and fall asleep together, cuddling like always.

- ONE WEEK EARLIER-

Playing with Jasper's hair in the few moments he lets me, I stare sourly at the scene in front of me; Carlisle and Esme staring into eachother's eyes.

Like I need more romance right now, Edward and Bella disgust me enough. Ella and Emmett were shopping, and Alice was... well I had no idea.

Edward was busy playing the piano, trying to impress Bella even more. Like that could happen; the girl was already smitten.

Edward let out a snort, then shot me a pitiful look, reading my bitter mind.

How ironic, the two unmated vampires in the house, until a human of all things comes and claims one of them. Even more painful when the other vampire is, well, bisexual.

I didn't even really hate the girl, it was just...

I just wish I could've died when I was supposed to. It's not like there'll be anyone for me.

Alice burst through the door breezily. "She's coming!" My sister sang.

"Who?" Bella and I asked at the same time.

"Tiana. Tiana Melrone" Alice answered back.

Bella shot up from the desk, hitting her knee one the piano's bench. "Owww," She groaned. "When?"

Alice smiled. "That's for me to know and you to find out, dear future sister."

"Edward?" Bella turned around, still clutching her knee.

He held his hands up innocently. "Hey, I don't know everything!" He protested.

"And why do we care again?" I asked dryly. "Oh yeah! We don't," Before turning back to Jazz.

Bella scrunched her nose at me, "Well, she's my best friend... I'd better go home and yell at Charlie not telling me sooner. Say hi to Ella and Emmett for me,"

Bella hugged Alice, Esme and Carlisle before leaving, shooting me and Jasper a smile.

Alice smirked at me. "Moody already, it hasn't even started, " She sighed in anticipation.

"Mary Alice Brandon Cullen, reveal your secret at once," I demanded.

Ella (Emmett's mate) and Emmett decided to show up at that crucial moment, lugging bags of clothing in.

"Hey, just passed Edward and Bella-" Ella was cut off by Alice.

"La. Tua. Cantanteeee" She trilled, and the whole family snapped her heads up to look at her.

"What? Again?" Carlisle whispered.

"Oh yeah," Alice grinned. "Here's the plan."

CHAPTER THREE -

I roll over, yawning lazily, sunlight streaming through Bella's old white blinds.

"Bells, babe, you gotta get up," I unstick my taller form from the tiny brunette, eyebrows creased in worry.

I check my watch; 7:15 AM. Eh, I'll let her have her sleep.

"Just a couple of minutes, mkay?" I lean over and kiss Bella softly on the forehead. I know I'm acting like we're married, but although Bella is beautiful, I'm simply not attracted to her.

I grab a blanket, and walk down the stairs, sighing softly.

Staring at the small kitchen, gleaming in the sunrise's effect, I slide over to the cupboards, pulling a waffle maker from the first shelf.

I whistle softly while I make the waffles, Charlie having already left. Just how happy is Bella?

I get the chance to ask her when she tramps down the staircase, brown hair neatly behind a red headband, and sporting jeans and a black sweatshirt.

"Oh hell no," I remark, and slide the waffles onto the plates, allowing them to cool off. "You've got a man, right? That is not how you dress, sweetheart."

"It's the only thing I have," Bella wheedles, but I'm not having it.

I run upstairs, view her embarrassment of a closet, grab a couple things from my suitcase, and push Bella into the bathroom with the articles of clothing.

"Tian- TIANA! YOU EXPECT ME TO WEAR THIS?!" Bella screams from inside. I only giggle.

"The red looks really good with your type of brown hair, Bells. Just like how I look good in green." I yell back.

I hear a sigh of defeat. "Fine. But one day, Ti, and if Jessica of all people doesn't compliment it, I'm never wearing this again."

I chuckle softly, then stop. "Wait, who's Jessica?"

I can her laugh softly. "This girl from Trig. She thinks I'm going to steal Mike from under her-"

I rest my head against the door softly. "Lemme know all of the dirt in that high school on the way there, Bella. Don't you try to change the subject on me, come on out."

I can practically feel her biting her nails, and swings the door open.

I check her out, then do a double take and check my best friend out again. I sigh, "Dammit, Bells, you're going to make me catch feelings, and then where will we be?"

She chuckles, looking like a goddess.

Bella's dark red headband sits perfectly on her flowing, glossy hair from the oil I gave her. At her throat, a red, glass, circle pendant sits.

Her dark red sweater wraps just the right way around her, accentuating her curves and slimness. Black skinny jeans hug her thighs, and make her legs look longer then they are.

And finally, laced boots that I bought a couple of weeks ago, black with red laces.

Bella offers me a shy smile, and I nod. "Yes. This is it. Oh my gosh!" I squeal.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Ti." Bella looks me over. "Looking like a meal."

I keel over laughing. "It's lookin' like a snacc, Bells. Oh, you'd think that you just turned 39 instead of 17."

She slaps me on the arm teasingly. "Be grateful you're hot, Ti."

I mean, I do look pretty good. A green crop top with black sleeves and a black undershirt, green jeans and green laces on my black lace -ups.

Then, three green bracelets and a green clip in my hair. Overboard? Yes.

I'm a black girl in a white world. Like my wardrobe could do anything to change that.

CHAPTER FOUR - 

I get out of the red Chevy, feeling eyes burning into my skull, scouring every part of my body where my skin is visible.

The chatter is silenced, and I see people sneering at me.

I knew this would happen, and I still thought that people would accept me in this white-washed town.

I hold my head up, and sashay towards the office building, Bella walking beside me.

Once we are safely inside, I turn to her and whisper, "You can go, Bells. You know me, I'll be fine"

Bella hesitates, then hugs me. I wrap my arms around her. "I'll talk to you at lunch. Text me if you need anything." She says into my shoulder.

"Okay, love you," I let go of her hand.

She mouths 'Love you too' and then she's gone, walking back towards the entrance.

I set my arms on the office desk causally, and the secretary, an old white woman with permed blonde hair in a purple tee hung her phone up and glared at me.

"Hi, I'll be attending here for the next couple of months," I smiled kindly, "I'm Tiana Melrone,"

"Is that so?" She asked, drawing out every word.

"Yes. I actually need to go to my next class in 5 minutes, can I have my schedule and map?" My smile grew wider.

"Of course! Just give me a couple of minutes to draw one up for you," Mrs. Pine bared her teeth at me and bent down, completely ignoring the stack of maps beside her.

She perused the files for several minutes, muttering quietly, "Melrone, Melrone, Melrone," As I watched her passed the "M" section several times.

I tapped my foot angrily, clenching my jaw. The unabashed disrespect was voluminous, and when Mrs. Pine finally set my schedule down, I left, pulling Bella's old map out.

I checked it briefly, and then headed to the gymnasium, or whatever the little room was called here.

I breathed out thankfully; I still had 30 seconds until class started. The last thing I needed was detention.

I rushed to the gym as quickly as possible, and burst through the gym door right before the bell rang, huffing in annoyance and irritation.

- F O R K S H I G H S C H O O L - G Y M N A S I U M -

It was awkward.

Those were the words I'd use to describe trying to get changed in the small change room.

I was currently hushed in the crook of the locker room, trying to slip off my sweater and replace it with a t-shirt as soon as possible. I decided to take my high-rise jeans on, it would hurt my performance too much.

I practically sprinted out of the room, relief spreading as I ignored the baleful stares.

"Who does she think she is?" I heard, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blonde with a lip ring place her hand on her exposed hip in utter annoyance.

Great. It appeared that the little crook was actually "Her Spot". Perfect.

I smoothed out my leggings, and made my way to the gym floor, where everyone was setting up the nets.

There was apparently one good thing about Forks after all; it played volleyball.

- G Y M N A S I U M-

I was holding back, as per usual.

Years of playing volleyball at a high level made me really competitive at the sport, and the absolute incompetency of my peers disgusted me.

I was leaning to spike over the net to my opponent before the coach blew his whistle and announced that we were going to start playing couples against couples.

Just perfect.