Working through my creative block by writing some fix-it fics for things that bugged me in 6B. This is set right after Killian’s conversation with Nemo on the docks after the first proposal. I also pulled two of my kiss prompts into this “surprise kiss” and “I’m sorry kiss”.
“Seek forgiveness. Because whatever happened, it will always stay with you.”
Nemo’s words churn wildly in his gut long after he’s gone, the man’s friendly advice, while what he knows he needed to hear, putting voice to the only choice he has left. He’s been through too much with Emma to hide from her. She deserves to hear the truth, her entire family does.
Lifting his flask to his lips he takes another long drag of the strong rum, remembering when it had once given him solace, or at least an escape. Now, it just tastes like his past. A past he’s worked hard to forgive himself for.
“There you are.”
Startled by Emma’s voice, fingers numb from the cold lose grip on the flask and it clatters to the wood of the dock at his feet. His reflexes are a bit dulled by the alcohol and she’s moved to pick it up before he’s even thought about bending to retrieve it. Her eyebrows narrow as she obviously notes how empty it is, but she still smiles before taking a sip of her own. Cold muscles beneath his skin tighten slightly at the sight of her as thoughts of Neverland and tasting the same rum on her lips for the first time come rushing back.
When she steps forward to place her free hand on his chest and press her lips softly against his, he’s all at once reminded of how far they’ve come. He feels like a thief in the night when he leans in for more, his hand at her back stealing her warmth and grasping for her love before it’s potentially ripped away.
“Sorry, didn’t meant to startle you,” she whispers, her breath warm against his numb lips.
“Happy surprise, love.” He nuzzles her nose with his in hopes of selling the half truth, despite knowing he won’t be leaving these docks without relieving himself from this guilt that’s threatening to devour everything he holds dear.
Her hands are warm as she burrows them around his back beneath his jacket, but the green of her eyes look a bit icey as she pulls back from his lips to lock him in her gaze.
“So, wanna tell me why you’re hiding out here all by yourself? I knew something was wrong when you didn’t want to come to the loft and now I find you half drunk and freezing your ass off.”
Having just completed my
second watch of this episode I have to say I am slightly stunned. I guess the best
way to put it is ‘not what I expected’. But then what did I really expect? I
was expecting pain, heartbreak, drama, interspersed with some humour and a big
“no homo” scene to counteract last episode. I was expecting some dudebro Dean
to appease certain types of viewer, along with a nice helping of deep subtext
into Dean analysis for us to eat up that would go straight over that type of
viewers head. I was certainly not expecting… Larry.
I haven’t looked at
tumblr yet, except to glance at my askbox. I assume that you are all suitably
going mad over Larry. Over the implications of Larry. Over the sheer insanity
of the episodes biggest innuendo fuelled moments and probably laughing about
it. I expect a hundred gifsets. I want to reblog those gifsets. I am also sure
that Larry has already been meta’d to death… But what’s the harm in a little
more meta to add to the massive pile gonna do? Because I wanna meta the FUCK
out of Larry.
But there is a lot more
to this episode than just Larry. We did get heartbreak. We did get drama and we
did get some really nice character moments. Rowena particularly was amazing
this episode (who am I kidding though she is always amazing) and I loved
learning more about her thoughts. Overall I think it was entertaining, though not
one of the best episodes, but that could be because the writing was a bit
sloppy and sometimes the story didn’t make sense. I’ll get to why in a bit.
Let’s just say that Meredith Glynn isn’t my favourite of the new writers by any
means. I didn’t even review The One
You’ve Been Waiting For because I didn’t feel particularly inspired by it
But having said that she
gave us Larry, and for that I will forever be thankful… even if she didn’t
intend for us to take it the way I have (and I am guessing most of you reading
this have too).
The hospital room was already becoming suffocating.
“There’s nothing in here that will cure my boredom and that’s ironic because this is a hospital!” You exclaimed, causing the men that were in the room with you to look towards you with the same expression.
The “Stop Complaining This Is For Your Own Good” expression.
“You are conscious of what happened, right, (Y/N)?” Lestrade asked, his expression forming a slightly worried one as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“We were sitting at a local restaurant called Andrew’s waiting for our presumed suspect to carry on with their daily routine. I was enjoying some chicken nuggets that I sadly never got to finish because we had presumed our suspect erroneously and the true criminal was in the restaurant, presumably watching me eat my nuggets, and when Sherlock figured it out a fight broke out and I became injured.” You listed in a monotone voice as you stared at the ceiling before you lowered your gaze to meet Lestrade’s. “I know what happened. Grazed by a bullet, my left wrist is sprained, and glass shards were embedded into my shoulder because I was pushed to the floor and I hurt myself. Oh! And my pride is bruised. Aside from that, I’m completely fine. I want to go home.”
“(Y/N), you got a concussion.” John explained in a soft voice as he turned to you. “You were given some medication already and we’re just waiting for the doctor to give you the all clear. Then we’ll go home.”
“We should’ve just gone straight home. Like Sherlock said.” You mumbled as you quickly took a glimpse of the man in the trench coat who clearly did not want to be standing inside a hospital room.
“Can I at least get my phone?”
“You need rest.”
“John, you’re killing me.”
Lestrade smiled a bit and shook his head at your antics. There was never a boring moment of the day as long as you were around. You had a fantastic way of seeing the world and an equally interesting mind. You had, without a doubt, become a wonderful addition to the team and one that Sherlock didn’t mind…much. He thought you had a refreshing quality about yourself, though you could be annoying a times, but the pros outweighed the cons.
He had been worried about your health. But he had also known that whatever ailments you had could be treated at 221B Baker Street and not in 3-108 hospital room.
The doctor took hours before visiting your room, much to the shared annoyance of both you and Sherlock. Lestrade had to leave but you made him promise to get you food next time you saw him; for your troubles, of course. You had spent the time making up riddles that Sherlock would find logical answer to but soon that become boring and John still held your phone in an iron grip.
“Hello, my name is Doctor Jacobs, I will be treating this lovely young lady tonight.” The doctor said as he shook John’s hand, your own, and he went to shake Sherlock’s hand though it was a fruitless endeavor as his interest was captured by his phone.
‘I wish I had my phone.’ You thought sadly as you looked at John.
“And how are you feeling today, Miss. (L/N)?” Doctor Jacobs asked with a smile.
“Great. Nothing Ibuprofen can’t fix.”
“Well, your x-rays are fine. There’s nothing that we have to worry about, no fractures, nothing that is a source of serious alarm.” The doctor said as he checked your records, causing Sherlock to slightly roll his eyes. He already knew that. “You will need to rest for a couple of days; give your brain some time to recover from the blow. You might experience of headaches and some nausea and that can be taken care of with medication. Now, pertaining to your other injuries, the bullet that grazed you, the area was cleaned to prevent infection and it wasn’t deep enough to require any stitches. The glass was also removed from your shoulder will need a little bit of treatment with prescribed medication.”
John had been paying more attention to what the doctor had been saying than you, honestly. You had noticed that the doctor looked a little like an actor from a show you liked and while you analyzed the comparison you leaned back into the pillow and enjoyed the comfort it brought.
“Is there anything else you need, Ms. (L/N)?” The doctor asked, snapping you out of your thoughts and into reality where the men in the room looked at you.
“Let me get a McPick Two.” You sang slightly.
Boredom had officially taken over your brain and that vine always made you giggle. Your answer made John smile.
‘Rest in peace, Vine.’ You thought as you giggled, thinking of other vines.
“She’s fine. When can we leave?” Sherlock spoke before the doctor questioned your behavior, which was normal for you when you had nothing to satisfy your ever wandering mind.
“I’ll ready the discharge papers.”
“Thank you, doctor.” John smiled as he shook the man’s hand once more before the doctor left the room. “Really, (Y/N)? Let me get a McPick two?”
You only giggled as you looked out of the window.
John watched as Sherlock observed you with an interest he only had reserved for you. John often wondered if Sherlock knew how deep his curiosity about you was or how much importance he subconsciously gave you; because he did care about you. Your mind was one of the most brilliant he had ever come across. The amount of information you could capture and hold was extraordinary though it meant that your mind often lost itself within itself and that is what Sherlock found to be the most magnificent.
“(Y/N), what are you thinking about?” The curly haired man asked.
“Captain Briggs, his wife, and young daughter departed from New York in the Mary Celeste on November 7th, 1872. They were expected to dock in Italy yet no one aboard were ever seen again as in the middle of the Strait of Gibraltar the ship was found with no signs of struggle. Everything was intact except the Captain’s log was missing. Just like the Lost Colony.” You synthesized. “Roanoke Island, some years after 1587, where its members were never seen again. You know, they say the natives believed that if you angered the island you became a part of the island. Amelia Earhart also disappeared in 1937 and the Mothman of West Virginia after 1967. Nemo disappeared too but his father found him. Wait, isn’t it going to rain tomorrow?”
A small smile found it’s way to Sherlock’s lips. His eyes even sparkled as he watched your brain quickly jump from one subject to another, identifying different situations that had at least one thing in common. Your mind worked fast; efficiently when there was a case that required your knowledge. You used a case to focus. Sherlock used it to cure his boredom.
“It is what is predicted, yes.” John commented.
“We should get plants and put them outside. They like rain. Are we leaving?”
“Yes.” Sherlock answered, still keeping his gaze trained on you. “April 13th, 1570 to the 31th of January-”
“1606. Remember, remember! The 5th of November, the Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason why the Gunpowder treason should ever be forgot! The House of Lords almost went boom and King James I was suppose to be assassinated. Guy Fawkes. V for Vendetta. Natalie Portman. Padmé Amidala. Darth Vader and the Empire. The Ottoman Empire existed for over 600 years before it came to an end in 1922.”
“As soon as we sign the papers, we’ll go home.” John said as he used his phone to check the time.
“The Great Pyramid of Giza were built by the 4th royal house of Egypt. They were autocratic rules who only delegated power to the members of the royal family but that changed when the 5th royal line of sun kings came to power. Horizon: Zero Dawn has a sun king. Avad the 14th sun king of the Carja tribe. He’s cool. Aloy reminds me of alloy, which is a metal made by the melting of two or more other metals and also a clothing brand for tall women.” You thought out loud as you stared out of the window once more.
There were times were the quickness of your mind connected the clues faster than even Sherlock at times (he only credits you with one as he claims he was only waiting for you to figure it out the rest of the times). It was one of the traits that he liked most about you and it made John smile as he saw Sherlock listen to your listless rambles and historical facts.
John noticed that he wasn’t going to comment on how you moved him out of the way and almost took a bullet for the detective. The fear had been shown in his body language as he looked over you while the ambulance arrived. He acted as if he did not care as if you were a source of annoyance for the consulting detective but you weren’t and John knew.
Offspring(s): 1 Son (Nemo) 3 Daughters (Twins and Elora) @ask-elora
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Ideal Type: “I don’t have time for these questions.”
Personality: Grand comes from a small but very wealthy family. He was disowned by his own mother when he chose to do something un-related to apples as a career, though his cutie mark is an apple. The Apple family are very strict and were hoping that Grand would continue with creating new and more apple products. He was banished from their home and forced to live on his own at the age of 14. He did. Grand Apple loved his first wife Peppermint Delight very much. But after losing his last 3 jobs, he became very depressed and moody. Several times he and Peppermint Delight would get into arguments after Nemo was born. She thought if he couldn’t spend any quality time with his son, then maybe she should. Which later drifted him away. But he couldn’t stop thinking about his wife and only child. After he heard news of his wife’s death, he tried to come back home to care for Nemo. But the mare he was staying with wouldn’t let him. She had him under her spell to a point where he had no control over his own actions or thoughts. She convinced him to stay with her and he did. Where later he ended up marrying her and having 3 more children. He later reunited with his only son where the two shared a very emotional and heart breaking reunion. He has never stopped thinking about his son after all those years. Several times he would try to reach out to him but his foster family burned every letter he sent for abandoning his son. He thought Nemo hated him all those years. To this very day, he still thinks about his first wife. Nemo is all he has left of her. And he won’t risk losing him again.
**My Apple family has no relation or connection to the canon Apple family in MLP:FiM**
in which Percy falls and hits his head because he’s too busy staring at Annabeth
Warnings: Language, but whatever.
Percy’s been to the gym tons of
times. Hell, he goes to the gym thrice a week, at the least. And every one of
his visits includes about an hour in the pool. Once in a while, there’ll be an
attractive girl doing laps or water aerobics or whatever, but Percy never ever gets distracted. Bikini-clad bodies
and pretty faces don’t affect him as much as it does other guys.
But, for some fucking reason, the girl with the blonde hair and tan skin floating
at the opposite corner from where he was gets his attention immediately.
She rolls her eyes and momentarily
glances behind her, straight at him, which causes Percy to stop breathing for a
full five seconds.
Mod: Nemo use to sing this lullaby with his mom. The soothing lyrics to his lullaby were meant to sooth the minds of ponies in distraught. All the mean while, his mother’s life was soon coming to its end. But she insisted on fighting through because she wasn’t ready to pass on. She wanted to stay with Nemo and watch him grow up.
Soon after, Nemo began to notice a lot of signs. He noticed that his mother seemed out of it and unusually pale and tired. He suggested for her to lie down and rest. Not knowing what was really going on.
She didn’t bother to argue and did as he said. With Nemo at her bed side, she held onto his hoof and made one last request. For Nemo to sing his lullaby for her one last time.
He smiled at his tired mother and held onto her hoof. Then, he sang his soothing lullaby. Listening to his sweet lyrics filled her with hope. To know that Nemo will live a long happy life when he’s older. She finally accepted it. And she died peacefully in her sleep.
Nemo’s flank glowed a bright blueish color. And he had soon discovered his very own cutie mark; The Key of Hope. Filled with so much excitement, Nemo nudged at his mother so that she could see his cutie mark. But sadly, she never awoken.
Nemo’s special talent is to sing a lullaby that fills ponies with hope. It’s meant to make them happy.
I once got a tweet from lin and it made me really happy :) really the easiest thing to do is just make him laugh! I sent him a photoshopped picture of philip as nemo after someone sent a picture of ham as marlin (even got a BAHAHAHAHA). there's no need for anyone to be rude or desperate. be polite, engage in conversation, make him laugh. it's not hard. thank you for defending him!
I loved Nemo in the show. I truly did, and I wished he’d stayed for more.
He was a perfectly flawed but good person. He had given in to wrath and grief and killed the people who murdered his family. And when the inevitable emptiness filled his heart, he didn’t give up or wallow in his guilt and grief.
He repented, in one of the best ways possible. He searched and found people like him, wayward souls with no one in the world and helped them. He didn’t dictate how they should act - he sympathized with their pain and saved them from destroying themselves like he nearly had done. He knew, better than most of his men, how revenge could destroy someone’s heart and mind, both while obsessing with it and after taking it.
He was good, and he gave all kinds of people a second chance at saving themselves, without judging them for their past mistakes.
And then a certain Killian Jones crossed his path. Orphan, unloved, alone, vengeful, miserable. And he tried to help him as well, to give him the chance he gave so many others, touching him with the promise that in the Mysterious Island, he’ll never go through loss or grief again.
And Killian at first was angry that this man suggested he stop his quest. At that point, he had nothing left to live for and he had already killed his father in order to make a step towards his revenge - he had gone in too deep to stop. Even though he felt he’d never love again, or feared opening his heart lest it got broken again when his loved ones
died or abandoned him, he reluctantly followed Nemo’s orders.
And Nemo risked his own life to save Killian from the Kraken, as did his trustful first mate. Because Nemo wanted to welcome Killian in his family.
Perhaps he had a chance left. When Nemo told him about the Mysterious Island, Killian smiled sadly for a moment.
For a short moment, he thought he could do it, start all over again and never go through losing someone again.
Until his past caught up with him, and out of shame and guilt (not out of fear - if he had wanted to take Liam down he could’ve) he asked to leave.
And still Nemo tried to give him a chance. After Killian had admitted to him that he had killed his own father, Nemo was still willing to help him.
Nemo didn’t care about how bad someone was - he cared about how lost they were. Because Nemo himself was bad, very bad, for some time, and regretted it all his life. But what he couldn’t forget was feeling lost.
Even after so many years, he couldn’t forget how it felt. And all he knew was that he never wanted someone to feel that way. He made it his life’s mission to protect as many people as possible from that dreadful fate.
At the end, after everything, Nemo was obviously happy to see Killian having given up on his revenge and found love again. This showed how truly he cared for Killian, how seeing people happy wasn’t because of any obsession to repent and feel better about himself.
Captain Nemo was a truly good man, one of the most good-hearted and forgiving people in this show, even with a dark past of his own that he never forgave himself for.
You know how aussies call sweatpants 'trackie-dacks'? Imagine being with Seb and he makes fun of it, saying it with a failed aussie accent. He likes learning as much aussie slang that he can from Chris so when he is with you he can use aussie slang and hes just the cutest! (Fun fact: after finding nemo was released there was also a bruce's aussie dictionary - with bruce the shark teaching aussie slang)
after Seb’s mimicking an interview’s aussie accent with a british one, I have concerns hahah