he didn't trust her at the begining and look at him now

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”


Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.


Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”


When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.

gods and monsters series part xv

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anonymous asked:

could you do msr cuddling for comfort pls? (7 from prompt list)

Set immediately after “Paper Clip”. 

“You don’t have to stay here with me, Mulder. I’m fine.” The words feel heavy on her tongue; just as heavy as his arms around her shoulder. She wants to push him away from her and she wants to cling to him here in the sterile hospital room that’s void of her sister’s presence.

“You need to go home, Scully. Where is your mother? I thought maybe you could stay with her for a while.” Disappointment bubbles up inside of her. She can’t recall the last time Melissa smiled at her, made fun of her. The only picture in her head right now is not of her sister. It’s her mother blinking away angry tears. ‘I need some time alone, Dana’, and all she could do was watch her mother shoulder her purse and leave her other daughter, the one who was still alive, here in the dead room. She had not been there when her sister, her mother, all her family had needed her most. Her punishment now is her solitude; the one she used to fight for all through her childhood.

“She went home,” she tells Mulder evenly, not allowing her emotions outside, “She wanted to be alone.” Right now, Scully imagines, she’s calling her brothers and giving them the news. There’ll be unspoken allegations and questions; Dana’s fault, she can almost hear Bill’s voice in her head. Is this about Dana? Charlie might ask, never jumping to conclusions head first, always ready to give his big sister the benefit of a doubt. This time, though… she doesn’t deserve it. The bullet had been aimed at her and she feels it almost, pain spreading in her abdomen, but someone else had taken it for her. Her sister.

“Let me take you home then,” Mulder’s voice is gentle, yet persistent, “You shouldn’t be here.” He’s wrong, of course. She should be here. It should have been her. Were Melissa here, she would laugh at her. Things happen for a reason, Danes. This crime, though, there is no reason for it. No sense in it. It should have been her, not Melissa. Scully turns to Mulder, her vision slightly blurry.

“I’m fine, Mulder. You go home. These last few days haven’t been easy for you either.” He shakes his head and she feels it more than she sees it.

“I’m not leaving here without you. Come on.” he says but Scully remains frozen, her eyes fixated on the empty hospital bed; she can’t believe Melissa has been here and is gone now. A world without her seems implausible.

“I can’t go home, Mulder.” Her voice is barely above whisper and when Mulder doesn’t react, she fears he didn’t hear her. Then his hand is on her shoulder, strong and certain.

“You can stay with me. Just let’s get out of here, all right?” She can’t. She just can’t. “Please.” He adds, his voice almost breaking and finally she nods.

The drive to his apartment is quiet. She doesn’t have any clothes with her, no overnight bag, nothing. He asks if she wants to take a shower and she shakes her head no, but changes her mind and gives him a nod instead. Mulder rummages through his drawers and finally comes up with a faded T-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“They should almost fit.” His smile is warm, gentle, and she mouths a thank you as she takes the clothes from him. They smell clean and faintly of him. She locks herself in his bathroom, takes off all her clothes and crumples them up. She throws them into a corner knowing she’ll never wear them again.

When she emerges twenty minutes later, Mulder is making up his couch. He gives her an apologetic look and continues trying to make the couch as comfortable as possible.

“Where will you sleep?” Scully asks him. She’s seen his bedroom or rather the room where his bed should be.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m sorry I don’t have a real bed for you.”

“Mulder, you need to sleep, too.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Really, Scully. Don’t worry about me.” How can she not worry about him? His face shows exhaustion and something she interprets as sorrow. A look he reserves for his sister usually. This time she knows it’s for her sister, for Melissa. She doesn’t know what passed between these two when she was in the hospital, grasping for her own life. Melissa had merely smiled when she’d asked about it and Mulder? He hadn’t said anything except that he couldn’t believe she and Melissa were sisters.

“Scully?” His voice jolts her back to reality; a reality where she can’t ask her sister for advice, ask her to comfort her, be there for her in return. Tears constrict her throat and Scully refuses to let them fall. It might be easy for Mulder to show her this side of him; this vulnerable man, who is not invincible, who doesn’t know how to handle things and dives in first. A man who sleeps on the couch, lulled to sleep by the sound of fish swimming in a darkness illuminated by their tank, hoping his demons won’t find them in the faint light.

“Mulder, I want you to – could you stay here with me?” His surprised expression soon gives way to an uncertain smile.

“Of course,” he clears his throat, “If that’s what you want.” Scully nods and sits down on the couch. It feels soft and surprisingly right. She stares up at Mulder, who switches off the lights before he carefully lies down behind her. Scully, still in her upright position, feels him there; his warmth a comfort she is not ready to allow herself just yet.

“Just try to sleep, Scully.” But she is afraid to close her eyes. She is afraid that her demons might find her here in this strange apartment. Mulder’s hand comes up to touch her back. When she doesn’t stop him, he begins to gently draw circles there.

“It’ll be all right, Scully. I promise. I’ll be here.” Just as a test, she closes her eyes. Soothing darkness, nothing else. Opening her eyes again, she draws up her legs and lies down. Their bodies barely touch and it’s not enough. Scully scoots back until her back is to his chest. She feels him startle and recover quickly. His arm tentatively comes up and lands on her hip. Scully feels the question in the air; is this all right? She takes his arm, warm and strong, and puts it fully around her. She clasps his hand, whispers a kiss against it, and blinking a few times, she finally closes her eyes for real. Mulder breathes against her neck, the steady rhythm a gentle lullaby.

“You sleep, Scully,” he whispers against her, “I’ll keep you safe.” And she trusts him, lets herself fall. When she wakes up hours later, a nightmare or maybe just a memory, he tightens his arm around her, leaves a kiss on her neck that they’ll never speak about again and promises her to make it all better.

And she believes him.

Kuroshitsuji Harry Potter AU
  • Ciel: The boy who lived. After his parents died in a fire the most evil dark wizard in the world found Ciel and tried to consume his soul. Due to his late mother's love that also rescued him from the flames the dark lord couldn't touch Ciel tho. Yet the enounter has left the boy with a purple pentagram mark in his right eye. Slytherin.
  • Sebastian: The most evil wizard in the history of magic. 3 years ago he had tried to consume the soul of a scared innocent child, unexpected circumstances caused him to lose his physical form temporarily. Now he is back for revenge, and of course the young boy's soul.
  • Undertaker: He is the headmaster of Hogwarts and the most powerful wizard to have ever lived. He can see right through Sebastian and is the only one he is scared of. For being so extraordinarily powerful he is quite the goofball and he has a myserious interest in Ciel, probably also because he had an unknown relationship with Ciel's ancestors.
  • Soma: Ciel's best friend. He is a good wizard but somehow he appears kind of incompetent? Ciel trusts him anyway because Soma has never failed him before. Hufflepuff.
  • Sieglinde: Ciel's other friend. She's very book smart and supports Ciel with data knowledge that anyone would consider completely unnecessary to know who's not in as much trouble as they always are. Ravenclaw.
  • Grey: That dumb nasty Slytherin kid who likes to cause Ciel trouble just for the fun of it. He's also (secretly) a coward who's afraid of the dark, ghosts, and snakes...which is the animal he carries on his emblem.
  • Phipps & Brown: Those two are constantly, or rather only, found around Grey. It seems they could be much better characters if they didn't support Grey's actions so much. On the other hand they're not even doing much. Maybe they just don't know how to hold him back either?
  • Finnian: A very strong wizard who everyone would favoribly strip of his wand if they could. He is very powerful but since he can't control himself he's like a walking death threat. His favorite subject is herbolgy, he sucks at it tho. He is liked by everybody, preferably from afar. Hufflepuff.
  • Meyrin: An extremely clumsy girl whose wand is at a great getting stolen risk for the same reason as Finny's. Sorting her was quite difficult since the girl herself is always all over the place but in the end she got happy in Griffindor.
  • Snake: He speaks parsel which unsettles many students, other than that he only speaks to translate them, he weirds most people out. He is very close to Finny and his pals but also gets along with Ciel in his own house. Slytherin.
  • Bardroy: Explosions. He does't seem to manage a single spell, similarily to Finny and Meyrin mentioned afore, but once it comes to brute force and the ultimate distuction he and his two buddies Finny and Meyring are the first to be called upon. Griffindor.
  • Elizabeth: Soma's "little sister" who's had a crush on Ciel practically since forever. Ciel does't trust her to be able to handle his fate though currently he is beginning to see she can, which is good since, honestly, she's so powerful, she could cast him to the moon easily. Maybe he's only been caring too much. Either way, don't underestimate this witch. She's also an excellent Quidditch player. Griffindor.
  • Edward: Elizabeth's real older brother. He is the best boy you could find in the school, sadly his skills are almost nonexistant compared to all those powerful witches and wizards around him. He's practicing a lot, but somehow he only ends up causing his teachers trouble by leaving them his messes to fix. Griffindor.
  • Cheslock: He's just weird enough to be Professor Sutcliff's favorite. Well, he could have been if he wasn't such a trouble maker causing Grell to lose more than half of her house points just because of him. Ravenclaw.
  • Frances: Head of Griffindor House, transfiguration professor, and deputy headmistress. She's strict but fair. Don't you dare be late for her classes tho, and don't wave around your wand too much! She's the winner type, she accepts nothing less than perfection. She secretly cares about each and every one of her students very deeply.
  • Will: Head of Slytherin house. He basically always looks as if he hates his job and everything else. He's not talking much and most of the younger students are scared by his face. He's the potions master and will not allow mistakes or misbehaviour from his students.
  • Grell: Head of Ravenclaw house and Charms master. Grell's excentric but accepting and her only complaint is that her house color is blue. That doesn't stop her from only wearing read tho. The nastier student's of the school like to make fun of Grell, Grell's responses do usually cause Frances having to intervene.
  • Agni: Head of Hufflepuff house and herbology professor. He cares very deeply for his students, maybe a little too much. He uses his herbology skills mostly to cook. The nastier students of Hogwarts like to make fun of him but he doesn't care, he' much too good natured.
  • Tanaka: Keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts. He's basically just sitting arond drinking tea but for his lessons on magical beasts he can become quiet serious. Students who don't know how to behave learn.
Liam Dunbar Imagine- You Still Love Him, Don't You?


Authors Note- Warning, this is a story of heartbreak as opposed to my usual writing.

There are things that happen in life, some things are just unavoidable and you get hurt. But nothing hurts more than watching the person you love fall for someone else. They always tell you it’s the chances in life you don’t take that your regret, but your biggest regret was letting yourself fall slowly in love with Liam Dunbar. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall in love, but he made you feel less cynical and you’d always be grateful for that. What you wouldn’t be grateful for is the state that you’re in now, the broken pieces of your heart that sill managed to find a way to love him. And yet behind all of the pain you managed to put on a brave face and act as if you’re happy for him. It’s selfish but you weren’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt as much as you but seeing him thrive with her, was much worse.

You placed your empty coffee mug on the counter top and picked up your bag as soon as you heard a car pull into your drive. You slipped on your white converse and headed out for another long monotonous day, which is your life. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence and clipped in your seatbelt. “Y/n…” he sighed, as he did every morning. “Brett, please spare me the lecture I’ve had a rough night okay” you shrugged, refusing to look up. “What did we agree on?” he patronised. “I need to at least try to move on” you whined sadly. He noticed by the twinge in your voice, let alone the chemo signals you were giving off that you were in so much emotional pain and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do to help someone, who doesn’t want to be helped. It sounds stupid when you say it out loud; that scrolling through Liam’s and Hayden’s Instagram pictures was enough to get yourself crying to sleep. Seeing them happy didn’t make you angry or bitter, it made you feel immense melancholy. Brett somehow managed to fill some of that void, he was your best friend and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for the way you treated him. When you first started dating Liam it was fun and exciting to watch Liam get jealous and overprotective when you hung out with his natural enemy but you didn’t think of how it was hurting him, being apart of a stupid game you enjoyed with love-struck eyes. “You don’t understand what it feels like” you muttered, knowing he could hear you behind all of your sadness. “You’re right I don’t, but I’ve watched my best friend go through it for the past six months. Not only that, I’ve watched her wallow in her own self piety” he said truthfully. “That’s not fair and you know it!” you snapped, in shock of his honesty. You knew it yourself but you didn’t want to admit it or hear someone else tell you what a complete loser you were being. “Y/n, you need to let him go because you’re not the only person you’re hurting by being like this” he shook his head. “How selfish of me, I feel so much better now, thank you for that beacon of hope” you rolled your eyes. “There you go again, taking it out on the people around you. Me and your other friends have been nothing but supportive of you. God, sometimes you make it so hard to be around you” he said involuntary, followed by a sigh after realising what he said really hurt you. “Pull up here, I’ll walk” you said, already taking off your seatbelt. “Don’t be stupid” he said with a faint laugh. “I’m not joking, fucking pull up” you shouted. He shook his head again and pulled up and within a second you were out of the car and you had begun walking down the street. Brett opened the window and began to apologise and call your name, but you simply ignored him and began to dial someone who was bound to give better advice.

“Come in” Lydia smiled. You were surprised she was actually at her house for once on a Saturday afternoon. You missed hanging out with her and the pack but things got too hard and complicated after you and Liam broke up, especially after he started dating Hayden. You missed them. You followed behind her into her bedroom, she was like an unbiological sister you just seemed to click with each other. “Malia and Kira will be here soon, we miss having you around” she said with a pout. You didn’t even open your mouth before she spoke again, “Somethings wrong, you’re still struggling to cope with the breakup” she judged accurately. You were going to deny it, but what was the point? You couldn’t cope, there was no point attempting to block it out all of the time. You also couldn’t help but think about what Brett said, he was right, you let the whole situation fuck you up so badly that you didn't appreciate the people trying to help you. You had just about enough time to catch Lydia up on everything that had been going on before the other two arrived. “Y/n!” Kira beamed as she ran in and hugged you. You returned the smile and hug. Malia walked in with a huge grin, which soon dropped after she smelt how upset you were. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked bluntly as she pulled you into a hug, it was her own way of showing concern. “You still love him, don’t you?” she asked uncharacteristically sympathetically. You simply dropped your head and nod. “I’m sick and tired of feeling like this” you claimed, your voice shaky and cracked. “I know it feels like the end of the world now, but trust me you’ll move on. But first you need to learn to have fun again” Lydia said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t need to have fun, I need to forget about Liam” you retort. “You should speak to him” Malia suggested, causing you and Lydia to stare blankly at her. “Absolutely not” you shook your head. “You should, maybe you need closure after how it all ended. Maybe after than you can finally move on” Kira agreed. “Not in a million years” you retaliated and Lydia agreed.

“I cant do this” you mumbled pacing back and forth. “You can and you’re going to” Malia stated. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott asked. You couldn’t answer, you wanted to but had no idea how to fabricate the thoughts in your mind. You couldn’t even answer Scott, how the hell was you supposed to handle Liam? “I feel sick” you wined. “Its now or never” Stiles agreed. Stiles was like a supportive big brother, he wasn’t fond of you and Liam dating in the first place and he just wished you’d get over it, so things could go back to how they used to be between you all. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the sole cause of the drift between you all, your stupid teenage hormones and mixed feelings had to ruin everything. “Here goes nothing” you breathed out, before heading off. “Where is she going?” Lydia asked as she joined with the others. “To find Liam” Kira answered. “You’re kidding!” Lydia raised her voice unintentionally. “We all agreed it was the best thing for her to do” Stiles tried to diffuse. “If she gets hurt, it’s on all of you” she exclaimed, before slamming her books on the table and sitting down with a sulk.

You turned the corner, between the two school busses, the place Liam first asked you out on a date. He was all sweaty from his Lacrosse game and you were starry eyed from watching him play with the rest of the pack. That sentimental place was now where Liam and Hayden make out between classes and to no surprise, there the two of them were, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. It took Liam no more than a second to smell your familiar smell and hear your heart beating at an unnatural speed in your chest. When they pulled apart, Hayden had that giddy smile on her face but Liam’s was firm and regretful. Her smile dropped when she realised you standing there, with an awkward look and sad eyes. “I’ll catch up with you later” he mumbled. “Are you sure?” she asked, as if it was the most traumatic thing for him. You didn’t mean to roll your eyes or for her to see you do it. “I’ll catch up” he repeated, after smelling the anger radiate from her. She reluctantly trailed off, after giving you a disapproving look. Hayden wasn’t a bad person, you two just put the barriers up for each other, before giving friendship a chance. You weren’t jealous of her, you just felt stupid for introducing her to Liam, for them to drop you and start dating each other. You walked over nervously, while he stood there biting his lip and not looking at you. “Hey” you said, attempting to break the ice. He gave a small nod, the guilt cutting his vocal cords. You had been waiting for this moment and the time had finally come, and the first thing you chose to say was hey? How pathetic. “I’m not here to beg for an apology or because I’m clinging on to the last shred of hope that we will get back together. In fact, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here. I guess I just need closure for everything that happened” you admitted, which felt so good to say. “Uhm sure, what did you want to know?” he rubbed the back of his neck, he had never been good in awkward situations, but he owed it to you to at least try more than that. “Why did you leave me?” you leant your back against the school bus because your legs suddenly felt weak. “Y/n, come on” he mumbled, he had been avoiding that question for months. “Just tell me, you know yourself you cant cause me anymore emotional pain than you are right now” you said, which sounded more careless than you felt. “I’m not doing this” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in defeat before beginning to walk away. “That’s it Liam, do what you always do and walk away. Its all you’re ever good at” you shouted after him bitterly. He paused for a second, before turning back around to face you for the first time. “I left because I didn’t love you anymore” he shouted without thinking. He winced after hearing your heart break, it sounded like your ribs had snapped in two, but on the surface you looked like any other heart broken teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” he began saying, feeling like a complete asshole. “You did mean it, behind every angry outbreak there’s truth. I cant believe I feel like this, for loosing someone who was never really mine” salty tears were already pouring down your face, which you could taste after every word you said. He stared at you blankly, he had no idea he could have done this to someone he had sworn to love and protect forever. “The truth is I should never of cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fucking care” you wiped the tears with your sleeve, no longer trying to scan his features for signs of remorse. To move on, you needed to put yourself first and stop wishing he would care as much for you as you did for him. “I am so sorry Y/n” he said, tears even welling in his eyes. You used to be best friends before all of this and now look at the pair of you. “Talking to you, brings back so many memories I’ve been trying to forget and I realise now. I realise that I cant let go of them- but I can take that and move on. There’s no point pretending I’m not hurt because I am but maybe that’s what I need” you rambled. “I don’t understand-” he said, confused by your sudden thought. “Someday this pain will be useful and Brett’s right, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The truth is, I came here hoping to leave with a friendship because I cant let you go and maybe one day we will have that, but for now all I’m going to say is- goodbye Liam” it killed you, but it was liberating getting that off your chest. “What do you mean goodbye?” he asked, he too feared loosing you even though he didn’t show it. You slowly exhaled and cracked a genuine smile for the first time in months. You gave him a sincere pat on the chest before walking away. You weren’t saying goodbye to him, but the memory of what it was. By no means did you get the closer you wanted, but you now knew what you needed to do.

Two Months Later

Moving on, the newest chapter in your life. There’s no point in pretending that life is now suddenly filled with rainbows and sunshine, it was hard but as time goes on your heart slowly mends itself. There were some nights were you cried and screamed so hard your body ached and you had to cover your mouth to stop anyone from hearing and there were some were you were happy, for yourself and for Liam. You still thought about him, but in a different way. You missed him but you no longer craved his attention. He taught you why storms were named after people, for the way they can destroy you so easily but also for the beauty of letting them in. You no longer woke up with a dry throat from crying or with a never ending headache but with a smile on your face. You survived heartbreak, one of the deadliest feelings someone can experience and you were proud of that. It may not seem like much to some people but you were beginning to conquer something you never thought you could.

You picked up your coffee and slipped on your shoes as you exited the house for school. You climbed into the car with a radiating happiness. “Someone’s in a good mood” Brett laughed as he pulled off your drive. “Who wouldn’t be happy on a Monday morning at 8am?” you joked. “I’m glad you’re back, as in the real you and not the total antisocial loser you were being” he claimed, while taking a sneaky sip of your drink while you were looking out of the window. “You don’t even miss her, even a little bit?” you asked. “Not even remotely” he said, not long after he arrived outside of your school. You thanked him, as you did every morning and stepped out of the car. “When are you getting your own licence?” he said, pretending to look at his watch. “You’ll totally miss me when I get my own licence” you retort. “I will” he admitted. “See you later” you smiled, which he returned. You walked over and joined Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Stiles at your usual bench in the morning. “I love your top, so cute” Lydia exclaimed, examining your outfit. “Thank you, cute dress” you returned as she stood up to give you a twirl of her outfit. You looked up to see Liam and Hayden walking hand in hand from across the pitch. You smiled and gave a small wave, which shocked Hayden but she returned genuinely, soon after. Liam gave you the look, to show his gratitude for how you were choosing to be. It wasn’t forced, it was natural. You were coming to terms with everything and you were looking forward for what was going to come next or who. Life felt so much better without the negativity you were clouding your vision with, You had the love and support of your friends and with that you could do anything.

Different to what I usually write, but did you guys like it? Let me know. Requests are closed for the meantime x

anonymous asked:

the question that I keep coming back to is: why wouldn't Jaime tell Cersei or Tyrion the truth about why he killed Aerys? Was it that they never questioned him? That they already loved him so he didn't feel the need to prove himself to them? Cersei especially I can't figure out, because how can he not have revealed his most defining moment to his "other half"?

Thanks for the question, anon.

First, I think that Jaime perceives himself as having managed to hold true to one  vow, and only one vow, in his life: keeping Aerys’s secret. And that secret is the extent of his madness and his villainy. It’s an odd small thing to us considering the ways in which he is already forsaken. Incest, cuckolding one king, slaying another. With Bran and his near murder of Arya, violence against the most innocent. So why should that one small, unbroken vow mean anything? Because it does. Because it’s the only one left.

So, it took a LOT for Jaime to finally break that vow. A year of imprisonment followed by extended torture and a complete breakdown in his identity. A spiritual death and rebirth - once again, bound together with a female “twin” - all this reduced him to that point.

But we also have to ask ourselves what Jaime was trying to get from Brienne in that moment and why not only was he worn down enough to ask for it but why she was the first person of his acquaintance from whom he could possibly get what he sought: a proper judge to hear his case.

Neither Tywin nor Cersei are proper judges. Neither of them understand vows. Tywin understands *deals*, but those aren’t the same thing. If we have a deal and you don’t hold up your end, I don’t have to hold up mine. But if I make a vow, swear an oath, and you break yours, I still have to hold up mine. So this isn’t something Tywin could possibly grasp, and if Jaime tried to explain, he’d consider it nonsense. Tywin thinks he knows why Jaime did it - family loyalty. And Tywin hates Jaime’s Kingsguard oaths, anyway.

Cersei, well…she doesn’t even understand deals, does she? She’ll promise anything in the moment with no thoughts whatsoever on how she’ll live up to it, because she has no plans to bother. See, there are two sides to their unofficial House motto: responsibility and revenge. Cersei gets revenge, but she hasn’t the first clue about responsibility.

And Tyrion, well…Tyrion understands Jaime enough to grasp what it meant to Jaime, but the little brother who hero-worships him isn’t a proper judge either. The only other possibility all these years has been Barristan, who is prejudiced, due to his own role in the crisis.

So, Jaime finds in Brienne someone whose honor is unimpeachable, and he pleads his case. What is it, exactly, that Jaime did to Aerys? Jaime could’ve held Aerys there and let someone else execute him. In that moment, Jaime was witness, judge, and executioner. Aerys didn’t die to prevent the destruction of King’s Landing. Rossart was already dead. Tywin was in the city. Jaime killed Aerys because the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. He looks him in his eye, hears his final words, and swings, because Aerys deserved to die. Not to save lives that were already saved, but as punishment for his crimes. 

What Jaime is asking for from Brienne, then, is for her to pass judgment on the rightness of the judgment he himself passed on Aerys. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? Well, by what right does the lion judge the dragon? Tell me, did he have the right to judge Aerys? Something Gerold Hightower told him explicitly that he had no right to do? So this is what he wants from Brienne. Curse him or kiss him or call him a liar. *Something*. 

He’s breaking the one vow he’s been able to keep so that someone with *good judgment* can finally be asked to evaluate *his* judgment. He hasn’t been able to trust his own judgment since all the grown men he thought were the finest in the realm told him his instinct to protect people from a tyrant was a wrong instinct. He’s been terrified all these years because he truly did not know if he did the right thing. Now he can trust himself again. This is what lets Jaime begin to move back to the land of the living, when for fifteen years he’s just been rotting away in limbo. Now he can think of himself as having saved 500,000 lives. 

He never asked anyone for this before Brienne because no one else he’d met could possibly have provided what he needed. 

if this isn't love, then what is?
  • stefan salvatore:
  • she's the love of my life, i'd go back to her in a heart beat.
  • if it were my choice, i'd want to be with you forever
  • if it meant i got to be with her, have children, grow old with her.. if it meant we'd die together, be buried together then yes. i would take the cure
  • i would never hurt you, you're safe with me
  • when you and i were together every single atom in my body told me that it was the right thing. that we were the perfect fit.
  • actually i don't pretend to be anything when i'm with her. that's the whole point. i just get to be myself.
  • but you know, the life that we had, it was amazing too. and it wasn't a spell or a prophecy, it was real. we fell in love on our own.
  • you know, this is a future memory. it's where your boyfriend whispered to you that he loved you. i love you.
  • how do i not remember you? i mean you're smart, you're pretty, you're funny. obviously you're the strongest woman in the world.
  • every time that i tell myself that i'm moving on, there's this part of me that just can't seem to shake her.
  • i was a better person when i was with her. i didn't think i'd ever feel that way again. until elena.
  • i love you. i will always love you.
  • i love you so much.
  • i'm simply not able to resist her.
  • elena is warm and she's kind and she's selfless and it's real. when i'm around her i completely forget what i am.
  • elena gilbert:
  • i love him damon. no matter what i feel for you i never unfell for him.
  • no! you don't get to make that decision for me. if you walk away, it's for you because i know what i want. stefan i love you.
  • for once i don't regret the day before it begins. because i know i'll see him again.
  • but i love stefan, it's always going to be stefan.
  • it's you and me stefan, always.
  • i thought i couldn't be with you stefan but i can. you don't have to push me away. i can do this.
  • but i love you stefan. I love you stefan, you.
  • i cant lose the way i feel about you.
  • i dont want us to be apart anymore, ever.
  • stefan, my wrist. here. take my wrist. you need more blood. i trust you.
  • i cant lose the way i feel about you.
  • i love him damon. he came into my life when i needed someone and i fell for him instantly.
  • i kind off felt like i didn't know how to live anymore but then being with stefan... somehow i figured it out
  • i love you so much
  • i picked you because i love you. and no matter what happens that's the best choice i ever made.
  • look, he would never give up on me so i'm not gonna give up on him.
  • i love you stefan. hold on to that. never let that go.
  • other tvd characters:
  • katherine: you'd never look at me the way you look at elena, would you?
  • klaus: now this is fascinating i've never seen this before. the only thing stronger than your craving for blood is your love for this one girl.
  • klaus: and that's why you're her better option. i personally think she's wasting her time with damon.
  • rebekah: i envy that. you and elena. i envy the love you have.
  • klaus: well crazy or not that kind of love never dies.
  • caroline: i'm sorry but stefan is your epic love. and i'm not going down without a fight.
  • rose: stefan is different. his love is pure, he'll always be good for him.
  • klaus: personally i don't see a fairytale ending for you. all i see is stefan and elena.
  • klaus: must be hard trying to live up to stefan. he stopped himself when i compelled him to feed on elena. that's love.
  • lexi: when it's real you cant walk away.
  • caroline: you and her - epic. her and damon? ew
  • gloria: there's this girl with a necklace. you love her. you'd do anything for her.
  • damon: you're still wearing this necklace. isn't that a reminder of your unbreakable bond with stefan?

anonymous asked:

So the CS wedding is finally happening .. I binged watched OUAT before S6 so I didn't get to spend much time in the fandom so I thought it'll be fun to relive CS moments with CSers who were there from the start! When/how/why did you know that CS was the ship for you? What are your top three romantic CS scenes? What are you top three angsty CS scenes? What are your top 3 CS kisses? What is your most memorable CS related fandom moment? What is one thing you would still like to see happen with CS?

Aww this is so cool! I wasn’t in fandom from the start, but I did watch from the beginning, and honestly - the moment they climbed that beanstalk together and Hook was like “I was hoping it’d be you” while Emma glared at him like “I’m watching you and it’s not because you’re handsome, you idiot”. I didn’t get invested in the sense of “I want this to be canon” because I figured there was a good chance they wouldn’t go there in canon, but yeah, it ticked all the boxes for me from the beginning.

Top 3 romantic moments:

  • The ice wall. Killian’s desperation to get through to Emma, and then afterwards that soft moment in the loft where he looked after her and she let him.
  • When Killian talked to Emma about her parents and encouraged her to make things right with them. It might not be grand romance, but I love that quiet sort of support and the way they both genuinely want what’s best for the other, and Killian knows how important family is to Emma and wanted to help her keeps hers.
  • That scene. You know the one. We all know the one. “You traded your ship for me?” “Aye.” And she finally let herself believe in him and they kissed and it was magical and we all cried.

Top 3 angsty moments:

  • When his lips were cursed and she held his hook and afterwards he wanted to reach for her but he couldn’t and she finally flirted with him and he couldn’t and there were many tears, most of them mine.
  • When Rumple took Killian’s heart and he couldn’t save her, couldn’t tell her what was wrong, couldn’t do anything except wait and pray.
  • Every secret furtive look in Neverland when he didn’t think anyone would ever really trust and accept him and she didn’t think anyone would ever really love her and mean it, and they were both battling their own demons as the lost boy and lost girl that they were, and at the same time neither of them could quite help hoping because hope, like darkness, is a funny thing; it creeps up on you.

Top 3 CS kisses:

Okay I’m switching to gifs on this one.

[x] It’s just so sweet and casual and this is clearly something they do all the time now, because they’ve gone from “why don’t you try enchanting the lips of someone I’ll actually kiss” to this, this situation where they meet in the mornings just so they can spend a few minutes together on their way to work. And yes. I love it.

He goes from “damn it Swan I said be gentle” to “holy crap I can feel again” and you can watch the change come over him, like the full blast of his feelings for her just hits him all at once and he can’t help it, he has to kiss her and back her up against the wall and kiss her some more and then it turns all soft and smile-y and just. Yes.

[x] Do I really need to explain why I love this kiss? I love this kiss. I love this whole moment. They’re finally together. He’s finally proven himself a man of honour and she’s finally letting herself believe it and they’re both a little incredulous that the other believes in them and wants to give them a chance, and a little scared, and a lot happy, and it’s the perfect moment and the perfect kiss for that moment and I love it.

Most memorable CS fandom moment

I’m gonna say the lead-up to their date. Like. They were going on an actual date because they were in an actual relationship and Emma was not running and Killian was not hesitating and there were headcanons and spec fics and it was glorious. Actually, all of the speculation and headcanons and things during season 4, especially 4a, were glorious.

One thing I’d still like to see happen:

I want to see them fight together as a married couple that bickers and snarks at each other while kicking ass in perfect unison. Give me Emma blasting someone with magic and Killian catching and dispatching them with his sword. Give me all the flirty banter - “Getting a little slow in your old age, pirate?” “You weren’t complaining last night, love.” Give me blind trust in action, that perfect kind of teamwork that you get when two people just know each other. I know it won’t happen in canon but ohhh I want it.

Storm Before The Calm

Summary: after a fight that leaves the reader crushed and paranoid, they try to stay the night at Kat and Amy’s but Ethan still needs to explain himself

A/N: im really bad at summaries but im tryin g. also i only use nb pronouns when i write without requests so

You couldn’t quite remember what had set the two of you off. Something about a boyfriend and a messy apartment and too much stress frying your brain. You’d ended up yelling at each other somehow and gotten to the topic of, well, each other. Ethan yelled about how frustrating you were sometimes and you snapped.

“Why do you even like me then?” You spit at him. You’re shaking a little, head spinning. You feel a bit like you’re gonna throw up.

“I don’t!” His words are sharp and feel more like knives flying past you, slicing into your skin and leaving you bleeding.


Staggering backwards, you reach blindly for your bag. You need to go. Oh God, you knew it. You knew it. He hated you, he’d been faking this entire time.

Ethan’s face falls when he realizes what he’s said, how he’s just outed himself. “Y/N wait! That’s not what I-”

But you’re already heading for the door. He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it away, pulling the front door open. When you speak, your voice is oddly calm.

“It’s okay. It’s fine, Eth.” You see him flinch at the nickname. Part of you feels bad but there’s an even smaller part that revels in it. “I understand. Ev-….. It’s fine, okay? But I’m gonna go for tonight.”

This time, his grip on your wrist is much tighter and it takes you two hard tries to tug yourself away. Stumbling out the front door, you scramble to your car and pull out of the driveway before Ethan can follow you.

You’re not sure how long you drive but when your brain tunes back in you’re at a red light. The streets are abandoned, the streetlights giving the world an eerie glow. Leaning your forehead on top of the hand on the steering wheel, you pull your phone out of your pocket. You don’t know who to call. All of your friends were his friends first, they probably all feel the same way. You think about calling Laura, your first roommate in the city, but she had never been too empathetic. A second of consideration ruled out the guy you’d dated a few times about a month ago. You hadn’t really been that close and he and Ethan had really disliked each other. He might assume the worst if you called him.

Breathing out, you gave in. Pulling your phone out, your finger hovered over Kat’s contact name before you remembered how rare it was for her to be on her phone. Shit.

With even more trepidation, you found Amy’s number. You loved her, of course, but something about how close she was with Ethan made you think they’d be on the same wavelength when it came to their feelings towards you. You tapped the call button before you could back out and held the phone up to your ear. On the last ring, Amy’s groggy voice crackled out of your speakers.

“Hullo?” It sounded like she’d just woken up you realized as you checked the clock on your dash. The numbers 1:36 flashed at you and immediately you felt guilty.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it was.” You apologize. Your voice is stuffy and cracking and it dawns on you that you’d been tearing up before you answered. You cough to try and cover it up but Amy’s a fucking emotional bloodhound.

“Woah hey why are you crying? Are you okay?” You hear shuffling as she scrambles to sit up.

“I’m okay, Ames. Promise. I was just wondering if I could crash at your place tonight?”

“What happened? Is everything alright with Ethan?” The worry in her voice makes you feel guilty and you cringe.

“It’s okay, Ames. I’m fine I just… I need to stay somewhere. Is that okay?” You feel shitty but you don’t even have time to take back the request before Amy is saying of course it’s okay and telling you to get your ass over there.

Hanging up and glancing at the road before you begin driving again, you sigh. Amy probably wouldn’t act this way if she didn’t like you, right? Ugh. You didn’t know and what happened with Ethan was making you feel paranoid. You trusted him so much, you’d thought it’d been mutual. Shaking the thoughts away before you started crying, you focused your full attention on driving.

Amy answered the door before you’d even finished knocking, pulling you inside immediately. “What happened? Oh gosh you were crying did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them I swear to God.” She held your face gently in her hands and stared at you like she was searching for a wound.

You laughed, but it turned into a sob halfway through. Amy pulled you forward into a crushing hug, tittering and worrying.

“Amy I’m okay. Shh it’s alright. Come on, I don’t want to wake Kathryn.” You hugged her back, trying to calm her.

“Too late.” You heard a tired voice say, making you jump.

“Jesus Christ, Kat!” You yelped, pressing a hand to your chest as Amy squeaked in surprise.

Kathryn smiled before she noticed your state. Messy hair and tears on your face. “What happened?” She asked, approaching you quickly and putting her steady hands on your shoulders.

“I- Ethan and I…” You didn’t know what to tell them. You felt kind of pathetic now, running to them crying after one fight. Kathryn, though, looked pissed. Her eyes hardened and her grip tightened. She always had been a bit overprotective.

“What did he do? I swear to God if he-”

“He didn't… Did he?” Amy’s worried voice broke in.

“No no hey he didn’t do anything. It’s okay we just…. fought a little. Some… words were said.” You scoff. “I sort of got mad and questioned why he even liked me and he said he didn’t.” You rush, biting your lip and looking at the ground once the words are out.

“Oh. Honey, no. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, Ethan’s your friend.” Kathryn rushes towards you to pull you into a hug and you let her.

“I… I don’t know. He sounded so sure and I just- I was scared to even come here because I thought…. I thought you were his friends first and you all felt the same way.”

“How could you ever think that! You’re our friend and you know it.” Amy joins Kathryn and coddling you, petting your hair until you laugh, ducking away from them both.

“I know, I know. I just… Ugh. I don’t really feel like talking about it any more tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course, Y/N. Come on, since we’re all up we can watch a movie.” You smile as Amy guides you to the living room and all but forces you into a pile of blankets on the couch. Kathryn ducks out of the room and returns a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn.

“If this is happening, we gotta do it right!” She says, voice determined. You all settle on the couch and the girls refrain from asking you about Ethan, which you appreciate.

Halfway through the second movie, as you’re nodding off with your head on Kat’s arm, a sharp knock at the door makes you jump. Amy almost falls off the couch in her effort to disentangle herself from the blankets, mumbling a “who the fuck” under her breath.The knock comes again, louder and more insistent and Amy yanks the door open. Immediately she looks angry.

“Dude what the fuck?” She starts but a voice cuts her off.

“Is Y/N here?”

You tense because fuck that’s Ethan. Kat’s arm tightens around you when Ethan steps into the front room. “Ethan, dude,what the h-” Amy calls but he’s already rushing towards you.

“You scared the shit out of me! Y/N what the fuck! You weren’t answering your phone. I called Mark and Tyler and nether of them had heard from you do you know how fucking terrified I was?” You look guiltily at your bag in the corner where you had left your phone.

Kat glares at him from her spot next to you. “What are you doing here, Ethan?”

”Kat it’s okay please don’t be mad at him.” You beg. Ethan looks a bit terrified under her angry gaze, gulping and fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I-I needed to talk with Y/N.”

“I don’t think right now is a good time.”


“No, Ethan.”

“Hey!” You pipe up. “You aren’t allowed to argue because of me, stop that.” You wiggle out from under the blankets and stand in front of Ethan. “We can talk, it’s fine.” You grab his shoulder and lead him towards the front door, ignoring Kat’s protests. Amy stutters, trying to take in what the hell is happening as you slip through the front door and close it behind the both of you.

“Y/N you scared me so bad!” Ethan starts immediately. “I couldn’t get you to answer your phone and it was so late I thought you’d-” He cuts himself off, breathing deeply.

“Sorry…” You rub the back of your neck. “I left my phone in my bag.”

“God you shouldn’t be the one apologizing. About earlier-”

“I don’t know what you have to say that might make this better, Ethan.”

“If you’d listened to me you would have-”

“I listened just fine, Ethan! I’m not that stupid you said you didn’t like me so I-”

“No! That’s what I’m saying! You didn’t stay long enough for me to explain myself. That’s not at all what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?” You said, voice ambivalent with both anger and confusion.

“I was trying to say ‘I don’t like you, I love you’. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N! I just didn’t get to finish…”

Oh my God. Oh my god, Ethan you are an idiot!” You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. All this mess because of some miscommunication. “Why in the world would you do that?”

“I-I… It would be like in the movies! When they do the big feelings reveal!” Ethan’s mouth snaps shut at that and he blushes.

Feelings? What the fuck?

“Did you- Feelings reveal?” Ethan blushes hard and stares at his shoes. “Are you… Do you?” You don’t even know what to say.

“Love you? Yeah. In… In a more than friends way? Uh… Yeah.” Ethan still won’t look at you and you sigh quickly. Well… that sure is a development.

“Would you- Hey, Eth, would you look at me?” Ethan’s head pops up a bit, cheeks still pink. “That's… This is fine. I’m into it I… more than a friend way love you too…” You didn’t even realize it until then, but once you say it you know it’s true.

Ethan beams at you and your stomach flips. It’s like his entire attitude has changed as he stands up straighter and bounces on the balls of his feet. “Really? Like really really?” He laughs and pulls you in for a tight hug that surrounds you in the best way. He’s warm and still a little jittery and you giggle as he rests his face on your shoulder to look up at you. “Woah.” He breathes and you laugh.

It’s a split second decision as you lean down and peck his lips lightly. It doesn’t last more than a second but when you pull away Ethan’s eyes are wide and his laugh is giddy. “Nice.”

You laugh and shove him off you. “Come on, dumbass. Let’s get inside before they think we killed each other.” Ethan laughs lightly, taking your hand as you reach to open the door.

Amy and Kat are sitting on the sofa looking anxious and frustrated, respectively. You pull Ethan through the door, hands still entwined, and announce “Ethan is a fucking idiot!”

Amy gasps and points at your hands. “Did he? Did you?” She jumps from her seat and crowds you while Kathryn smirks at you over her shoulder.

You smile at Amy. “Ethan doesn’t know how to use his fucking words.” Ethan looks sheepish, agreeing with you under his breath.

“Thank God that’s over.” Kat teases, poking your side as you settle down on the couch again. “I really thought I’d have to kill him.”

“Shush! Less drama, more Disney movies.” Ethan curls up next to you as Amy presses play on the remote. Hands still entwined, you sit with Ethan and the girls until you can feel yourself drifting off again. You’d have to talk more with Ethan, about what was going to happen, but that could come later. Right now you wanted peace. And that’s what you got.

The Foxhole Court: Fic Rec Masterpost

Okay, so. There are some really great fics in this fandom and, as I have absolutely no photo editing skills, I can’t make those pretty photosets to rec them. Thus, this post. I will be updating it with time <3


Lessons in Cartography by crazy_like_a

Nora mentioned in her extra content that Neil slowly maps out Andrew’s body and then this fic happened. Starts after The King’s Men.

Why you should read it: This is basically the Fourth Unnofficial Book ™ we never got. It’s smutty, but the sex isn’t there for the sake of sex. It’s about Neil and Andrew, about their relationship progressing, about Andrew learning to trust Neil with his body and Neil learning how to live a life he didn’t except to have… It’s great, that’s what I’m trying to say. It’s my favourite fic of all times in this fandom. Go read it.


Hazes by Spinsy

Their entire relationship could be viewed through a series of hazes - ranging from the sweetest of affections, to the deadliest of diseases - that broke down their carefully constructed defense mechanisms. When Neil felt the need to run, Andrew always grounded him to a home. When Andrew felt the need to self-destruct, Neil always gave him a reason not to.

For that, Neil will take on their difficulties any day.

Why you should read it: Andrew has a nightmare and hurts Neil one day. They deal with it. It’s very angsty.

we might be hollow (but we’re brave) by stttmsbwa

Andrew is looking to live his life in peaceful nothingness, but his new neighbor’s cat won’t stop sneaking onto his balcony. As much as he tries to not make it into something, Andrew finds himself drawn to the mysterious and tempting man next door.

Neil is just trying to find a reason to not leave Palmetto after everyone else has moved on. But he never thought he would want to run toward something in favor of running away.

(In a slightly different world, two people find themselves meeting in a softer setting and in just as much need of each other. A story about dealing with pasts, sharing secrets and a cat who is an asshole yet manages to charm everyone around it.)

Why you should read it: Neil and Andrew are neighbours, and Neil’s cat loves Andrew. It starts very cute and turns very angsty. Just one chapter left!

One shot

at the edge of what was by BurningFairytales

He flips Neil’s phone open and scrolls through the call history. It’s not a long list; his own name is at the bottom, then there’s a call from Nicky one from Dan. There’s an outgoing call from Neil’s phone to Andrew’s – that day they went to Atlanta – and one to a number that isn’t saved but that Andrew recognises as Bee’s.

And then there’s a call from an unknown number, no more than an hour ago.

He wants to call it. He wants to call it and demand where Neil is, wants to find out whoever the number belongs to and bash their head into a wall, break every bone in their body until Neil is back with them.

Why you should read it: It’s Baltimore from Andrew’s point of view, using all the headcanons Nora has mentioned in her blog. It will break your heart, but you will be happy about it.

Kairos by redketchup

In this life, Nathaniel Wesninski runs.

In another, he stays.

Why you should read it: It’s an AU about how Neil ran after the FBI rescues him from Nathan’s house. It’s beautifully written. It hurts.

coin toss universe by SashaSea

A sort-of AU that follows the professional careers and media misadventures of Andrew and Neil.

Why you should read it: I’d say it’s more of a Future Fic than an AU. It’s funny, it’s well-written, and I just love how Andrew and Neil fuck with the press. Remember those headcanons everything has? It’s here, in fic-format.

‘til it was near morning by Metis_Ink

When the days change for Andrew, they start at the beginning.

Why you should read it: It’s a very short fic (just above 1k) about Andrew reflecting on mornings and how Neil factors in. It’s just really lovely.

when king laugh come by SashaSea

Andrew sits beside a broken window with a feral smile on his face, and he beckons for Neil before locking them in. “I never,” and there’s a single hitch, a catch of his breath around anger and fear and – and then he’s Andrew again, a whirlwind of noise and motion but for once they take him outside of Neil’s reach and he tries not to notice. “I never asked? Do many people ask, Neil?” He finds the wherewithal to stub out his cigarette into the desk before continuing, hands grasping for answers in the empty air, but he sets his shoulders and leans into Neil’s space like they might be okay. “Really, tell me, in all the years of whatever this is, exactly how many people have ever thought to ask ‘Are you a werewolf?’”

Neil smells ash and smoke and wants to lean into it; the curls of nicotine in the air taste too much like safety. “Including now? You would be the first.”

Why you should read it: If you like supernatural stuff, this is for you. Everything is the same, except Neil and some other characters are werewolves.

anonymous asked:

Hey Val, could you possibly write about what would've happened if Mike and El had kissed in the beginning of episode 7 please? 💜💜

Anon! 💜  I loved this request and I’m so sorry it took forever for me to get to it! Thanks so much for sending it my way—hope you enjoy! (Special thanks to @stevemossington for her help in thinking this through) 

As gently as he could manage, Mike wiped away the dirt that streaked Eleven’s face, making a conscious effort to keep his hands from shaking.

“That’s better,” he smiled, setting aside the damp washcloth. He watched as El turned back towards the mirror, her eyes wide with disappointment, her hand coming up to touch her bare head. Mike gulped, suddenly wondering how he could take Eleven’s mind off of the lost wig.

“You don’t need it,” he assured her, and though he sincerely meant each word, his heart told him that it they weren’t quite enough. El blinked and looked at him, still sad. Silence hung in the air between them and Mike pursed his lips.

“Still pretty?” she asked quietly, almost defeated.

“Yeah,” Mike replied without hesitation. “Pretty. Really pretty.” Mentally, he berated himself. Surely he could have thought of something better to say. He was relieved, however, to see that his comment seemed to work. Eleven returned to her reflection and smiled softly. As Mike’s gaze lingered on her lips, he felt his chest fill with pride and something else that he didn’t quite recognize—a forceful desire to hear the sound of her voice again. His mind worked rapidly, rifling through practically every word in his vocabulary, searching for something to say.

“El?” Her name fell off his tongue before he had settled on something to tell her. 

“Yes?” She turned in his direction once more and Mike’s mouth opened. For a moment, no sound came out. Say something, Wheeler.

“I-I’m happy you’re home.” Well. That wasn’t so bad.

“Me too,” she whispered, another small smile on her lips. Mike’s thoughts were racing again, elation bubbling in his stomach. This was El’s home now—here, with him. The thought very nearly made him dizzy with happiness. Mike chanced a look up at El and met her eyes, so round and bright, looking at him with unquestioning trust.

Mike felt as though he had a brain freeze in his chest, suddenly nervous, excited, happy, and terrified all at once. How had this happened? When had he developed a crush on this girl standing in front of him at that moment? Did it even matter? And was it just him, or was she getting closer?

Mike became vaguely aware that his hands were shaking and he could practically hear his heart beating heavily in the otherwise silent washroom, certain that El would hear it too. His eyes darted to her lips again and his throat suddenly felt parched. Mike couldn’t remember the last time he had felt such strong and exhilarated anticipation.

Quickly, he closed the distance between himself and Eleven, afraid he would lose his nerve.

His lips brushed against hers, gently and for just a moment the lights in the small room dimmed, the soft yellow lightbulbs overhead humming audibly.

And then it was over. He had shared his first kiss. Mike felt his cheeks get warm as he rocked into the balls of his feet. El looked at him with wide eyes before her face lit up into a bright smile. Mike let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in, glad that she didn’t think he was a creep.

“El,” he began, tripping over his words, “I—that was—”

Mike was interrupted as the washroom door flew open, a very distressed looking Dustin urging them out into the basement.

“It’s Lucas! I think he’s in trouble!”

Perhaps, if it hadn’t been a life or death situation, Dustin would have commented on the blush colouring Mike’s face or on the closeness between his best friend and his newest friend. Because, even though he didn’t say anything, Dustin certainly noticed.

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anonymous asked:

The chocobros s/o is an important lady of Lucis. After her parents death during the darkness, as the older children, she takes the power of her family's land. But her brother, jealous of her, decides to kill her and take control. But the assassin's sent by him didn't make it to kill her, just hurt her. The guys knew straight away it was their s/o brother's doing. So how they react and pass to action?

Hey anon! Just want to apologise for how long this took to get filled- are short headcanons okay? You’ve already specified all the details of the scenario so I guess I’ll just jump right into initial reaction and actions :D Enjoy! <3 (Note: Noct’s turned into a mini-drabble because I didn’t know how else to write his).

Noctis: Noctis emerges from the Crystal after ten years of darkness has already plagued the lands of Eos. The first person he wants to see when he arrived in Hammerhead is you. He’s desperate to see you because Talcott has told him briefly about the attempt on your life two years back. All Noctis knew was that you inherited your family’s land and property in the rural outskirts of Lucis. He was fairly sure that the culprit was your brother, but he didn’t want to confront him until he had an opportunity to speak with you. Time was running short for Noctis anyways- he had to bring the light back to Eos. He had to make all the time he had left last.

Noctis’ heart aches when he finally sees you limping about Hammerhead, dressed in your black skinny jeans, worn leather boots, armguards and grey t-shirt. You hair is done up and you wore a cheery smile on your face despite your permanent injury dealt by your younger brother and the unending darkness.

“Y/n…” Noctis calls out, his voice hoarse from not being used for so long. Talcott gives the two of you some privacy, and the other guys, despite wanted to see Noctis just as much as you did, kept to themselves a little while longer to give the two of you privacy. Noctis both felt bad, and glad about that. He really needed to ask you about what had happened in his absence. When you finally managed to meet him half way, he wrapped you up in a warm embrace, inhaling your familiar scent.

“Noct… it’s been a while. You’ve got a beard. You look like a king.” Noctis nodded his head, shutting his eyes in an almost pained expression.

“Where did he hurt you?” Noctis asked, not beating around the bush at all. You pulled back carefully and stared him in his deep blue eyes.

“I’m sorry?”

“Where did he injure you, two years ago? When you had a dispute over the land you inherited?” Noctis clarified, his expression serious. You raised an eyebrow at his questions.

“You think my brother did it?” You ask incredulously. But there was a tinge of sadness in your eyes as you regarded Noctis. The new king sighed and pulled you back into his chest. You let out a sigh of your own. “He shattered my femur. I have a rod in place there now, but it’s still uncomfortable. The fact that there’s no sunlight for vitamin D intake didn’t help the healing. But I’m okay now. I’m safe…” you trailed off, eyes tearing up as Noctis leaned back and regarded you with a concerned expression. “I made sure… that he could never hurt me again, Noct. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Noctis’ eyes widened. “You mean…?”

“He’s dead. I fried him… with a thundaga spell. It was my life or his. It haunts me even now. He was my baby brother but-” you started to hyperventilate when Noctis stopped you from speaking with a soft peck to the lips.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. It’s okay now. I’ll protect you- I’ll bring the light back, and I’ll make sure you’ll live a long, safe and happy life. I promise you this.” Noctis whispered into your ears, pressing tender kisses to the shell of your ear. You sighed, and shut your eyes tight. You ignored the shaky element to Noctis’ voice and snuggled deep into his chest.

He was hiding something… but from the moment you met him, he had never gone back down on any of the promises he made you.

You trusted him to keep you safe.

Prompto: Prompto tells you to be careful when you initially find out about the land you inherited from your parents. You tell him not to worry about anything, and that you’re going to be fine and perfectly safe. You didn’t know of anyone who held a vendetta against you and you were confident that you were well-liked by all. Even in the rare cases where you had some people who didn’t exactly enjoy your success and nobility in this life, you were sure you could defend yourself against them and whatever they threw at you. So when you were surrounded by three assassins in the middle of the night in your makeshift bedroom in Hammerhead, you were very confused and felt betrayed.

The only person you knew who could have possibly had the power to hire assassins to come to your exact location and terminate your life was none other than your dear baby brother. You’d struggled, and gotten grievously injured in your struggle against the assassins, but had come out alive. Barely able to drag in complete breaths, you quickly called Prompto and relayed the situation with what energy you had left before you passed out on the floor.

When Prompto arrived and saw the carnage in your room, with you lying unconscious in the middle of it, he was absolutely furious. No one had ever seen the happy-go-lucky blond in such a state before. It was absolutely terrifying. He’d made sure that you were safe and treated for your injuries before pressing a soft kiss to your temple and making his way out towards your brother’s rag-tag base a few miles off of Hammerhead.

When he arrived there, he used his guns to reign havoc on the base. Bodies fell here, there, everywhere, but Prompto kept a straight face. The nervous boy from the beginning of Noctis’ journey as King was long gone, and replaced with the heart and soul of a merciless warrior.

In this world of darkness, Prompto had to be as such.

Prompto finally reached your brother’s quarters and found him huddled against the corner of his tent in fear. Prompto cocked his gun and tipped his head to the side in mock contemplation. “Should I spare you? Tell me… I want to know your opinion.” Prompto asked, his voice soft. Your younger brother began to nod, fear in his eyes, and Prompto’s eyes hardened. “Wrong answer.” A shot rang out and a body slumped to the ground. Prompto’s heart began to race, as it always did when he took a life. But he just gulped and turned away from his mess.

He put his gun away and made his way back to you. He didn’t ever want you to know what he did. He was afraid you’d hate him- but it had to be done. Your brother attempted to end your life, and so Prompto ended his.


Gladio: When Gladio came back from his latest long-term hunting mission, he was told by Cindy that you were not in a good state. You were injured pretty badly, with a deep gash running across the top of your back, and you had a hard time staying awake for more than an hour at a time. Gladio immediately made his way to your room and sat with you until you awoke from your slumber. When you blinked up at him blearily, he was almost afraid that you had forgotten who he was. But then your eyes shot open in recognition and your hand weakly reached for his own.

“Gladdy… I feel like shit.” Gladio frowned at you.

“What happened?”

You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t even know. I was walking back from trying to gather some herbs for Iggy in that dirt patch we call a garden, you know, the one with all the light shining onto the soil? Yeah so I was doing that, and suddenly I was on the ground on my front with a woozy head and a hella lot of pain across my back. Apparently, I lost a lot of blood.”

Gladio sighed and shook his head.

“Do you know who did this to you?” you shrugged at his question.

“I don’t know for sure- maybe someone who wants my parents’ land? Remember how I was telling you about how they died at the Citadel raid all those years ago? Cor finally managed to get me the deeds to their land and I’m the official owner. Though, no one actually knows about the fact that I am now the owner of that land besides you, Cindy, Cid and my brother.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “And Cor. You don’t think it was Cor, do you?” You suddenly added, your eyes widening comically. Gladio rolled his eyes at you and shook his head.

“It was your brother for sure. When was the last time you saw him?” Gladio asked, his tone inquisitive. You tilted your head to the side, wincing as your skin on your back was pulled slightly with the movement.

“Um, a week ago? Exactly two days before the attack… oh.” You deadpanned suddenly, realisation hitting you fast and hard. “Well, that complicates things.”

Gladio nodded. “Uh huh. Want me to deal with it?” You shook your head.

“I don’t want him dead, big guy! You’re like an under taker, oh my Six!” you cried out softly, but dramatically. Gladio grinned and patted your knee gently as he stood up and grabbed his weapon. He got ready to leave your room, and you felt your chest tighten at the sight. “Gladdy, I’m serious. If he was the one who was responsible, I still don’t want him dead. He’s my baby brother and I love him no matter what. Promise me you won’t hurt him too bad?” you pleaded.

Gladio nodded. “Yeah… fine. Not too bad. Just enough so that he gets a scar that he’ll see every day and remember not to mess with you ever again. That freaking punk…”

Ignis: When you’re rushed into the infirmary at Hammerhead, Ignis drops everything he’s doing and fumbles to your side. Being blind, he was unable to see exactly what was wrong with you, but from what he was hearing, he could tell it was bad. He heard the sounds of machines beeping, and a lot of murmurs and chatter. Prompto had grabbed Ignis by the arm and led him out of the room to sit in one of the benches outside while the medics worked on you and your rather serious injuries.

“What happened to her?” Ignis asked, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. Prompto squeezed Ignis’ hand, equally shaken.

“She was attacked. They think it was the work of her brother’s assassins. They left a note- it said something about taking back what was rightfully his.” Prompto answered quietly. Ignis let Prompto hold onto his hand as the two of them waited out on the bench for any news on your status. Ignis took a deep breath after a few moments before turning his head towards where he thought Prompto was.

“How bad… did she look?” Ignis asked tentatively.

“Pretty bad. Pale. Lots of blood. Her arm was bent a weird way. Severe burns to her hands- though they look self-inflicted. She wasn’t the best at using Noct’s offensive magic.” Prompto chuckled humourlessly. Ignis allowed himself a sad smile and nodded.

“Indeed. When she gets better, I must teach her how to control her power. She has talent, but she is scared of it.”

Prompto nodded. “It’s scary to hold that much power. People can come after you for it.”

“Like her younger brother came after her life in exchange for their kin’s land.” Ignis said carefully. Prompto sighed and hummed in agreement.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

The two men sat on the bench for at least fifteen minutes before speaking again.

“So… apparently y/n did a number on the other guys. They were all reported dead.” Prompto supplied, sounding rather despondent. Ignis frowned.

“That’s a good thing, is it not? She survived because she killed.” Ignis supplied amicably. Prompto let out a troubled sigh. “Was her brother part of the massacre?”

“Oh,” Prompto squeaked, “he was, uh, especially dead. Like a roasted chikatrice. But… human. And her brother. Thing is… I’m not sure she even knew what she did. The forensic guys from the Crownsguard Force said that the magic discharge looked involuntary and uncontrolled. She might not have even known that what she was doing was killing those people. She just wanted to survive. Fair enough, I say… but what do we tell her?” Prompto asked, sounding troubled.

Ignis bit his lip and stood from the bench, and seeing this Prompto also stood beside his friend. “We keep it quiet. We disclose minimally and if asked about her brother, we feign ignorance.”

Prompto gaped at Ignis, not that the taller man could see blond’s reaction.

“We lie to her? About this?”

Ignis nodded. “Indeed. It’s for her own mental well-being. The guilt would kill her. She loved her brother dearly.”

Prompto sighed once more. “Okay. Whatever you say, Iggy.”

Ignis bit the inside of his lip and clenched his fists tightly.

If only he was there with you. If only he was able to be useful and protect you. This wouldn’t have happened. This could have been avoided.

Originally posted by dailyskypeople



Summary - According to the myth of the Red String, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another. On the ground, everything is different and the rules are non existent. In the midst of a war, this is how Bellamy Blake discovered that red string

Words - 2.2k

Song - Black Water Lilies - AURORA


Almost immediately, you get up quickly stepping away from him in fear. Regret instantly fills you and you wonder why you ever thought it was a good idea to wander this far into the wild. You can’t imagine the lengths Bellamy is willing to go just to ‘keep you quiet’

You decide you don’t want to stick around to find out and as you begin to walk, he speaks, “Y/N.“ You stop and look at him. It sounds so foreign hearing a stranger say your name. With furrowed brows you watch the childish looking boy, “What do you think I’m gonna do? Kill you?” He questions with sass as he crosses his legs, his lips almost forming into a smile as he hides his laugh.

“Yes.” You reply way too quick and sharp, without thinking. You hear him snicker and you decide to look at the scene in front of you - Bellamy sat down in the midst of bright green plants and trees in the background. 

He looks at peace, relaxed, almost as if he’s been here before. Then, he stands up tall. Maybe he’s not here to kill you but it doesn’t matter, you still don’t trust him. 

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ISG : Chapter 1

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The lights flickered in the room, lamp swinging side to side as the boat rocked. He took one step forward, testing the floorboards and making sure they wouldn’t creak and alert the target of his presence. He stepped lightly making his way in despite the ringing in his earpiece telling him to wait for backup. Advice he might have heeded in any other situation except this one. He felt his unit chief words bind him in place for a second, pulling him back but he swore under his breath and pulled the ear piece out and ran in. He kicked the door open, nearly smashing into pieces.

“Federal agents! Put the weapon down!” he yelled on instinct. But as soon as the fell off his lips he froze. The perp stood over Mel, blood dripping off the knife in his hands. The metal plate walls stained with it as well. The smell of rotting flesh and smoke filled the air.

The man turned, face him. Pale white skin gleaming under the dirty dull lamp light, yellow teeth shining through a thin lipped grin.

“Should have waited Agent” he sneered. As if on instinct Luke’s hands fell on the trigger, pulling it and shooting furiously at the man. The light bulbs burst from a stray bullet. Luke put his gun down, grabbing the flashlight on his waist and turning it on. The man had gone, only leaving his victim bleeding profusely.

Luke looked around trying to figure out how the killer had escaped but it didn’t matter now. He ran to his partner , his friend who was attempting to sit up despite the fact that he was cut open. Stomach slit with medical precision almost reaching the spot between his lungs.

“Mel, hey Mel look at me buddy. You alright?” Luke called, hands cupping his friends face flicking the flecks of blood of the sides of his mouth.

“Bomb” he coughed, choking. He gripped Luke’s hand and pushed him. “Go” he coughed.

“No I’m not leaving ya Mel, come on “ Luke said, panic evident in his voice. He shook the chain that were locked around Mel’s wrist and ankles. A ticking time bomb on his half open chest.

Mel grabbed Luke’s hand with all the strength left in his body, shoving his  badge and wedding ring in the palm of Luke’s hand.

“Go” he croaked.

Luke gasped sitting up in his bed, sweating and panting. His hands clutched the bedsheets around him. Roxy whimpered beside him, lifting her head up from the doggy bed in the corner.

Just a dream, just a goddamn dream.

Dreams are figments of imagination Alvez, you didn’t imagine that.

“Luke? You okay?” Irene asked, rolling onto her side. At least, he thought that was her name. He’d picked her up at the bar merely a few hours ago and they really spoken that much.

“Yeah, yeah just hold on a second” he mumbled hopping out of the bed. The dull moonlight glistened against his bare and sweaty body as he made his way to the living room, Roxy trotting at his heels. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the contact list ,quickly tapping at the number that sent him straight to voicemail.

“Hey Hotchner, this is Luke. I’ve reconsidered. Is that spot on your team still open?”

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Maya stormed into the office, flinging the door open so that she startled the PA whose name she’d forgotten.

“Is Vance in?” she growled, glaring at the girl with wild eyes.

“Y.yes but you can’t..”

Ignoring her Maya pushed through the door straight into Vance’s office, interrupting his phone call.

“I will call you back Eli” he sighed, cutting the phone.

“You’re benching me?” she yelled, slamming the form that  Gibbs had placed methodically on her desk.  

“I had no choice” Vance snapped, face clear with annoyance.

“Yeah you did. You could have not benched me. Come on Director it was one breakdown, one. It didn’t even cost us the goddamn mission “ she pointed out, pacing about the room. Stalking him like a hungry lioness.

“A breakdown is still a breakdown. What if your teammates hadn’t been there?” he replied.

“I would have shot the guy and the victims would have gotten justice” she retorted.

“You don’t believe that” Vance sighed.

“No I don’t, which means I am thinking rationally and am aware my actions could have had consequences. But they didn’t and won’t because we are a team and are always there for each other. I was in the Navy for God’s sake, I know how to fight through fear” she sighed, voice tinged with desperation.

“Put me back on the field Vance”

He looked up at her and simply sighed, spitting his toothpick out into the trash.

“Until you prove you are mentally stable I can’t, it’s protocol”. His response cause Maya to snap yet again.

“Where was protocol when we were in Somalia?” she yelled. The tensed silence that filled the air was broken when Gibbs walked in.

“You will attend that support group every day until you show to me that you can handle the field. Besides it will give you time to figure out how to do paperwork” Vance ordered, the edge in his voice clear that his decision was final. Maya stood up straight and stormed out, glancing at Gibbs who merely shrugged his shoulders.

Her mind was blank with rage she stomped on each step with all the strength in her body as she walked down to the bullpen, hoping to at least slightly damage the infrastructure. She pushed passed her co-workers who had been crowding around her desk, staring at the Director’s office.

“I take it that didn’t go well” Tony asked, wincing as Maya slammed her desk drawer shut, pulling the days files out.

“No it didn't” she sighed, still fuming.

“So are you going to do it? Attend the support group?” McGee finally asked, after Tony nudged him for the billionth time.

“Do I have a choice?” she sighed looking up at the three of them .

“You could attend a real support group and physically talk to people” McGee pointed out.

Maya scrunched her nose at the very thought.

She pictured a white and cream colored room with too clean wooden floors and people sitting in a circle crying their eyes out over other people’s problems. The awkward ice breakers, the touchy feely mentors.

Maybe Vance had caught her a break.  

“Well it is better than not being able to work here” Ziva suggested, nudging her arm.

“Easy for you to say, you already passed your psych eval” Maya grumbled, logging onto her computer to begin running down the location of their most recent victims mother.

“With great difficulty. Trust me Maya , it’s better that you actually talk to someone about your feelings before you take it. Otherwise you just end up saying the wrong thing” Ziva consoled, squeezing her shoulder before she walked off to her desk.

As her co workers settled back into their daily routine, Maya began her new one. One filled with aimless info searching, data entry and filing.

Oh joy.

Thank you for choosing the United States Support Group for your needs. We have analyzed your application and paired you up with your partner for this 6 month period. Your partner is chosen based on the similarity of your conditions and experiences.Everything you type is protected so you are free to talk about your professional lives within reason. Please email us at isgsupport@woohoo.com

User ; Maya.K

Check in time : 6:47pm

Maya.K : So what are you in here for?

Luke.A : What no hi, hello, hey how’s it going…

Maya.K : Hi I’m Maya, what are you in here for

Luke.A : Hi Maya I’m Luke. I’m here for PTSD, what about you.

Maya.K : Pretty much the same thing, among other things.

Luke. A : Wanna talk about it?

Maya. K : So direct, we’ve only known each other for 2 minutes

Luke . A : 3 minutes actually. And this is coming from the girl who’s words to me were what are you in for?

Maya.K : Technically it was so, what are you in here for. And how do you know I’m a girl.

Luke. A : I don’t know many men called Maya.

Maya.K: I could be a 40 year old obese man who chops up people to get off for all you know.

Luke.A: Why is that scenario so specific?

Maya.K : My last case revolved around a dude like that. It was creepy.

Luke.A : What is it you do exactly?

Maya.K : I’m an NCIS agent

Luke.A: Navy? Ex-Military?

Maya.K: Navy doctor.I would say ex but then again dies ex military really mean anything?

Luke.A: If it did we wouldn’t be here.

Maya.K: Who said anything about breakdowns? I am a completely fictional human being. Now, what’s a seemingly normal guy like yourself need therapy for?

Luke.A: I am attempting to join the FBI,which is why I need to prove to them I am not crazy.

Maya.K: Fair point, but if you are working with crazy people you have the license to be insane within reason

Luke.A : Insane within reason,what does that even mean?

Maya.K : I guess we’ll find out together now won’t we.

Tags - @sassygeek77 @ultrarebelheart @gubl-oser

P.S Thanks to @teatimewithtiya for going over the first to chapters and answering my questions <3

anonymous asked:

What relationships are you hoping Hiro goes more into as the series goes on? Like partnerships and pair ups.

Relationships are something Hori can picture as powerful and moving, but for now, we didn't get to see a lot of that in BNHA because characters were still young and mostly concentrating on improving. Now they’ve matured and gained experience I’m pretty impatient to see what’s going to happen. Given how many characters we have here, there are actually a lot of relationships I’d like to be developed, so I’ll give the first five I’m looking forward the most or this answer’ll just never end. I’m putting aside Izuku and All Might, as it’s surely not particular to me and everyone’s pretty much waiting a further and incoming development about them. Plus I have another ask waiting inbox about their relationship so I’m reserving my thoughts for later (what a tease I am).

1. Kirishima and Bakugou
Obviously. It’s one of the relationship that’s been carefully draught since the beginning and is ready to bloom. Kirishima and Bakugou are important to each other, now it’s up to Hori to explore and deepen this relationship. Kirishima wasn’t very noticeable before Kamino arc, but Hori planned everything ahead. It’s no wonder Kirishima and Bakugou ended up bounding the way they did. Their personalities match very well; at USJ, they ended up together fighting against villains because they had the same reaction when Kurogiri appeared; they jumped in front of others to try and land a hit on him. 

They just feel right for each other. What I expect particularly is Kirishima waking up Bakugou’s urge to protect and to save. With what is currently happening to Kirishima, I hope Bakugou will actually feel something awakening in him to finally proceed towards the heroic spirit he’s still missing. Bakugou is shown caring for Kirishima. These panels are making obvious he’s specifically looking at Kirishima, noticing something is wrong and trying to help, in his own way. 

It’s been made clear Bakugou is still numb to this urge to save, and at this point, it wouldn’t make sense for anyone else than Kirishima being the one triggering this urge. Another point we can’t ignore is how their rooms in the dorms are close to each other, it kinda hints it’s important for them to be side by side, even from the teachers point of view. Kirishima also relies, admires and cares a lot about Bakugou, while being aware how awful he can be and calling him out when he does something wrong. 

I’m very curious about their relationship, because even in terms of narrative and character development, a lot of interesting, inspiring and moving moments could come out of it and both character could really benefit of each other’s presence.

2. Izuku and Shinsou
Reasons mentioned here. They have a lot in common, are on the same page, could easily bond and be fond of each other. I have a lot of cute headcanon for them in mind, like how Izuku already pictured Shinsou in his notebook and how Shinsou’d be embarrassed but pleased if he’d see that. Just imagine Izuku happily blabbering about diverse plans as to how Shinsou could use his quirk and both of them talking passionately about that because no one is as invested as Izuku and it would really please Shinsou to talk with him about heroic matters. I’d like Shinsou to go on a mission and Izuku accompanying him, exchanging tips and caring for him through the whole thing because Shinsou’s so overwhelmed to be here he’s not processing very well, and would be very impressed by how much Izuku has grown in such a short time. They’ve got the same uprightness and sense of justice and morals, and have great chemistry going on between them. I’d like to see them becoming close friends.

3. Asui and… pretty much everyone (minus Mineta obviously)
I love Uraraka, but my fave female character is definitely Asui. She’s so cool-headed and admirable. She’s reliable, trustworthy and caring. And she fights admirably well; I  found her really cool during their provisional licence exam! 

She knows exactly what she wants to do, what’s best for her and others, so much that she won’t agree when others take decisions she thinks aren’t right. She’s so honest she’ll apologize even though she was right just because she’s afraid she may lose her friends’ trust. Friends are very important to Asui, she cherishes them a lot and isn’t afraid to show it. Asui is a good partner for everyone. I’d particularly like to see her work once more with Izuku or Tokoyami. I would find very interesting to see her team up with Bakugou. I think they could match and work well together. They even look good in each other hero costume.

4. Todoroki and Izuku
Izuku’s the one that triggered Todoroki change of mind, but after Stain arc, their relationship hasn’t been explored that much. I like how Izuku called out Todoroki and Inasa during the provisional licence exam though. 

Todoroki’s still in the middle of figuring things out about himself, I’d like him to be more emotionally invested in his own convictions, and I think Izuku can actually help him convey his feelings.

5. Uraraka and… herself
This formulation seems kinda weird, but truth is, I’d like for Uraraka to fully bloom and shine by herself. She’s strong, brave and cool, I really wish we’d see her leading others and taking charge. Uraraka’s skilled and very open-minded; she’d do a wonderful job if only she trusted herself more. She’s on her way though as she realized she was maybe looking up to Izuku a little too much for her own good.

Bonus: Bakukid and Bakuparents. Their family is kinda dysfunctional but they do give a nice vibe, I’d like them to come to terms with their communication issues, and would be curious to see how they could interact if they were to share their feelings and talk about important things together.

cheerleaderjackie  asked:

I was reading your defense on Jackie not being a whore and I saw the OP answered you with "she did kiss the cheese guy lol" as a way to say Jackie is a whore, and you didn't answer that after. What do you think about the situation with the cheese guy, and do you think Kelso's actions and approach to it is ok or should not be? I love your opinions!

Hi (and thanks)!

I didn’t respond to the “ she did kiss the cheese guy lol" remark because I didn’t feel it worth responding to. But since you’ve asked me to address it, I will.

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anonymous asked:

P1/6. I'm Jonsa fan and I root for them so badly but Jon was a jerk last ep, he dismissed every single thing she said, he clearly was trying to avoid her, he was quite irritated by her presence. He was angry bc he interpreted she undermined him but his reaction was out of proportion and completely ooc. I was surprised Sansa kept so calm and continued to talk to him, kindly. I gave so many "f*ck you Jon" in that scene, sorry, I was really angry. In S6 they also didn't agree on many things...

P2/6. (if not all of them) and they bickered too but despite everything they respected and treated each other fairly. He was trying to gain her trust, what happened with his speech “we need to trust each other we can’t FIGHT a war…”? Where all that despise came from? It doesn’t make sense! So I’m getting to my point… here is the thing, wth D&D chose such change of behaviour from Jon’s part? And why is Sansa taking this in such a mature way (she’s hurt but didn’t let that affect the way…

P3/6. she feels ab him)? I don’t think S6 Sansa would be that patient and wouldn’t act with such admiration for him. What is the purpose of all that? I see two possibilities: they are making this to lead to Starkbowl, which wouldn’t make any sense bc we’d have to see Sansa starts taking this in a bad way, which we didn’t, yet, or there is something more than the eyes see, and by that I mean, Jon is really starting to have forbidden feelings for her and is aware of it, that’s why can’t barely…

P4/6. look at her or being close to her. I want to believe it’s the latter bc the former is such a foolish motive for them to split, specially after the way S6 ended, despite their differences, they ended in a good terms, so to Jon suddenly act the way he’s acting just bc she didn’t agree with him in front of everybody, we’d have to see this developing to make it more plausible - it wouldn’t be for me anyway but I think it’d be more convincing. That being said, I hope D&D don’t screw up with…

P5/6. S/J’s caracter (specially hers bc she has so much to lose) in favor of a silly betrayal plot to kill her off. I want to believe they’re doing this for a major reason, whether there is a Jonsa plot hidden, I’m not sure yet, but I hope at least this leads her to defeat LF, her master, and to finally put her name in the players’ list w/o ppl (inside and ouside the show) questioning her actions. That’d be a much more compelling developing arc. I like your blog and the… 

P6/6. discussions you have here. I’d like to hear your perspective on that. PS: Sorry it got too long, I’m not blog expert so I don’t know how to use Tumblr but I think I need to learn and set up an acct to interact to other Jonsa fans. I feel I’m alone on it bc I know no one in real life to talk ab my Jonsa crazyness. 

Hi Nonny, 

Sorry bout the late reply but I am travelling right now, and am accessing the tumblr app from my Phone. 

Okay, so where do I begin? I can understand your discontent with Jon’s behaviour. Many people are and I have written a post about how D&D probably want us to choose sides between Jon and Sansa in this post -  (X).

I am not going into too much into detail about Jon’s behaviour but i am going to suggest to you to go through these excellent posts by @kitten1618x in this post, by @jen-snow in this post and by @talltalia in this post. There are many more, these three sort of came to my head immediately. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that hopefully, there is a good reason (translating into not so brotherly feelings) for Jon’s rather standoffish behaviour towards Sansa and let’s hope that they sort their differences out. (Or kiss and make out, whatever suits)

I don’t think they have kept Sansa alive for so long just to kill her off in a rather silly plot of betrayal. I am saying this over and over again, BUT SANSA LOVES JON AND SHE IS NOT GOING TO BETRAY HIM. It’s something I’ve believed from season 6 onwards and Sansa’s gentle behaviour towards Jon just reinforces my opinion. I am 99% sure at this point that there is a Jonsa plot hidden in the narrative so I am inclined to say you are absolutely RIGHT!! We are all noticing how he’s turning away from her, not looking at her unless she does something or says something to get his attention. In contrast, he spent the entire of six unable to take his eyes off her. So my conclusion is…

Season 6: Jon notices Sansa, the woman she has become and is drawn to her without him realising it. 

Season 7: Jon’s not sure about Sansa though he does love her and will do anything to protect her, Jon’s not sure how he feels about Sansa, and he is beginning to become aware of it and it’s confusing him and disturbing him.

IT’s progress for JONSA imo. Sansa’s story is about the student surpassing the teacher/master be it Cersei, be it LF. 

Don’t worry about the length of the ask. I can read and discuss JONSA like forever. Thank you so much for your kind words about the blog and you can send me as many asks as you like whenever you feel like talking about anything. It will be great if you can join the JONSA fandom on tumblr though. This ship has so many wonderful people who make this ship lovable and fun!!

Thanks for the Ask!! 

[RvB Angst War] Exposure Therapy

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DID!Church, with a focus on Theta, as requested by anon for the angst war. child abuse, psychiatric abuse, and very blatant manipulation of a damaged kid

“Some researchers, beginning with Sigmund Freud, consider the fear of the dark as a manifestation of separation anxiety disorder.”

Theta is terrified of the dark. Price tells them exposure therapy is the best way to get rid of that fear.

“Could I talk to Theta, please?”

Alpha looks down at his lap and fiddles with the hem of his hoodie. “Why do you want to talk to them?”

“Leonard. If you don’t listen, I will have to tell your father.”

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Writing Challenge part 2

OKAY IT’S ON! Here’s my reply to @prettynasty

1. That’s when I realized that there was no match for him. No one could ever make me feel like he did, no matter how hard they tried.

2. She knew her calendar like the back of her hand, always prepared for everything and everyone. However nothing could have prepared her for him.

3. He was north, she was south. He was the moon, she was the sun. Their love always present, but never allowed. 

4. And as soon as he smiled that persuasive smile, she knew. 

5.  His art was excellent - there was no other word. I felt tears in my eyes, and as I studied his work further, the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had no idea why I was crying, but I just couldn’t help myself.

6. She was haunted by his touch. It was like his hands were actually there, hovering over her, but never actually touching her. 

7. As he walked down that all too familiar street he felt a pang of nostalgia.

8. Autumn was named after her mothers favorite season. Her mother had always loved the changing of the leaves, and the promise of a new beginnings. So she named her only daughter after it. 

9. He awoke with a feeling of absence. He looked to his side, and sure enough his wife was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, he walked to the kitchen to find her in her pyjamas and a ‘kiss the chef’ apron, with flour on her nose and a grin on her face. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to make your favorite cookies.” 

10. And there they were, at the crack of dawn, sitting on the beach. Their friendship stronger than ever, and their hearts full of love. 

11. She looked at him, trying to make her smile look less perplexed than it probably did - however failing miserably.  

12. She considered herself rich in the best sense of the word. She had all the love she could ever wish for, and her heart was full. 

13. Her feelings for him came like thieves is the night, uninvited and unwanted. However she couldn’t deny that they were now in fact present. All she could do was decide how to deal with them. 

14. She tried to act unaffected by his cruel actions, but his words felt like a dagger in her heart. He had never loved her, only pretending to care. As he walked away, her knees gave out and she fell to the floor - broken. 

15. They sat quietly on the abandoned rooftop, watching the breathtaking sunset. No words were exchanged, or needed for that matter. They had each other, and that’s all that they cared about. His hand etched closer to hers, and he finally mustered up the courage to take her hand. His hearts was beating so hard, he thought it might break out of his chest at any minute. But the moment she laced her fingers with his, he knew. He loved her, and he would spend the rest of his life making sure that she was aware of this fact. 

16. She looked out the window of the small café, watching the heavy rain turn to a gentle drizzle. She felt content - that is until she saw him. He was standing across the road, looking straight at her. His eyes were partially covered by his now soaked hair, but she still felt his stare. After what felt like an eternity, he made his way over to the café. Her breath caught in her throat when the entrance bell rang, and he sat down across from her. He looked at her, running his hands through his wet hair. He licked his chapped lips, like he was preparing himself for the words he were about to say. “I’ve missed you”. 

17. As they walked through the mall hand in hand, he couldn’t hold back his smile. She was telling him about the bunnies that her best friend had just bought, and how she now wanted one as well. Her eyes lit up as she talked about their fluffy ears and cute little butts. He leaned down to kiss her nose, making her blush. “I love you” he said while lightly touching her cheek. She smiled and leaned up to kiss his chin. “Enough to buy me a bunny?”. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and lightly kissed her lips. “Enough to buy you all the bunnies and other fluffy creatures in the world”. 

18. They lived their lives as parallel lines, always going in the same direction, but never actually touching. 

19. They were on the phone, talking like they did every night. He was singing to her, his voice like a symphony. This was the only way she could fall asleep these days. Him being so far away was hard, so falling asleep to his beautiful voice was her favorite way of pretending that he was right there beside her. 

20. She was sitting at the huge dinner table, all alone like usual. He had promised that he would come home for dinner, but once again she had been a fool for trusting him. 

21. Considering their history she really shouldn’t have trusted her, not the slightest. However she was currently in the need of a friend, and who was she to deny anyone when she was this desperate. 

22. She came home from a long day of work, hearing her favorite sound in the whole world - her sons laughter. She put down her bag and took off her shoes and jacket. She walked to the living room to see her husband and son playing on the couch. Her heart felt so full, she thought it might explode. 

23. His thumb graced her cheek, wiping away the salty tears that she couldn’t hold i any longer. He kissed them away one by one, and held her as tight as he possibly could. His touch a reminder that she would never be alone - that she would always have him. 

24. He opened the door, walking into her room. He spotted it on his way to the bathroom, and being the curious creature he was, he just couldn’t help himself.

25.  And that’s when she knew - he had forever changed her. 

concept: sidequest for the savior

charming and hook go up the beanstalk, shenanigans ensue, they get the bean, start climbing down

but the doom-cloud swiftly approaches - the savior has started to lose her belief in the fairytale realms. “we’ll never make it down in time,” charming shouts, clinging to the beanstalk as it whips wildly in the air.

“aye, mate, but we have to try,” yells his son-in-law, also struggling to hold on. both of them stare at the approaching storm with terrified eyes, guzzles up the landscape.

and then charming points down. “go! throw the bean and go through the portal - you have to get to emma!” he commands fiercely.

hook glances down and blanches. the ground is still hundreds of feet away, obscured by wreathed clouds. “are you mad?” he yells. “what even makes you think it will work?”

“because i know you’ll find her!” charming shouts back. “you always do! and you said once that you’d go to the ends of the earth for her. well, now’s the time to prove it!”

they exchange a glance. as the beanstalk whips around again, hook turns his gaze down one more time, staring at the immense distance. then determination fills his face… and, his left arm wrapped around a bit of beanstalk, he digs into his pocket for the bean, glaring at it for a moment. then, without hesitation, he throws it down at the ground far below them

the tiny bean disappears almost instantly, vanishing beneath the clouds. there’s no sign of a portal, any sound or view of it lost in the whip of wind and curling darkness. the storm is almost on top of them now, beginning to strip the trees from a nearby mountaintop.

hook hesitates and glances at charming, his regret at leaving his bro clear on his face. “go!” charming shouts, almost furious as he motions down. “go save your wife - and then find us!”

hook gulps visibly, and at last he nods. “all right! see you on the other side, mate,” he calls. then he lets go of the beanstalk, jumping away from it and plunging down headfirst

we hear him screaming as he plummets down, into the clouds and out of sight. charming is alone on the beanstalk now; slowly, he turns to face the storm. but with a determined expression, he suddenly grins. “you can’t stop true love,” he says to himself, the words almost lost in the cacophony. then he closes his eyes, a peaceful expression washing over his features -

- and the cloud swallows him, the darkness bellowing around him and washing away all sight of the shepherd prince.


“henry, you need to stop,” emma hisses, horrified, and shoves the fairytale book back towards him, glancing around at the suspicious nurse. “you know why i’m here. i’m just trying to get well.”

henry frowns, but isn’t daunted. he’s been arguing with his mother for some time now: it’s just a matter of getting her to believe in him. “listen, mom-” he begins earnestly.

but he’s cut off by a tremendous whoosh of noise, and a burst of blinding light erupting from the floor nearby. emma gasps and automatically grabs henry’s hands: a few of the other hospital patients shriek with terror as a whirling hole in the floor opens up, roaring wind and powerful… magic?

and after a long moment, someone flies through, a black-clad figure traveling so fast that he wallops straight into the high ceiling before immediately falling to the floor. with a whoosh and one last wash of rainbow-dazzled light, the portal closes, leaving only stunned silence, and a groaning stranger lying on the floor.

emma is frozen, her mind paralyzed. but to her astonishment, henry jumps up, the storybook forgotten on his seat. “thank god!” he exclaims with relief, and runs forward. “i was wondering if someone would make it.”

the man - for it is a man, clad inexplicably in a long, old-fashioned black leather coat, high boots, and waiscoat - groans again, managing to pull himself up onto one elbow. “henry,” he gasps, a grin beginning to spread across his flushed face.

with shock, emma sees that the man’s arm ends not in a hand, but a wickedly curved steel hook. the coat… the hook… emma feels dazed. did… did captain hook just fall through some kind of portal? into real life?

but henry blithely grabs that arm and helps haul the man to his feet. “i suppose this means… i’m back in storeybrooke?” the stranger adds, breathless.

“yeah. yeah, you are,” henry responds happily - and points over to his mother.

emma’s breath catches in her throat as the man turns to her, sharp blue eyes fixing on her. and for a moment, nothing else exists. she’s lost in the sight of that piercing gaze, the sharp lines of his face, his hair wild and his face reddened from the fierce wind.

and before she knows it, a soft expression is stealing across that face, and he comes forward: at first hesitantly, but then faster, limping a little, and suddenly he’s right in front of her. it’s when he tries to take her in his arms that she finally unfreezes, panic ripping through her. “what do you think you’re doing?!” she demands, wrestling out of his grip. “who are you- what was that thing?”

he pauses, expression changing to guarded sorrow. “emma,” he says simply, and she starts. he knows her: somehow, he knows her. and damned if she doesn’t know that voice, too: or more specifically, the way he speaks her name, as if savoring its two syllables on his tongue; a name cherished, fearsomely loved.

“mom…” henry says, with exasperation. but she can feel her heart beating fast, too fast, and puts the table between herself and the stranger.

“what do you want?” she says warily, beginning to get ahold of her compsure. but she’s still terrified that somehow, this is all a hallucination. that she’s begun to believe in henry’s fairy tales again, and this is just a horrible side effect of her delusion.

the man hesitates, color still flooding his cheeks. she notices small details, each one of them hitting her in the pit of her stomach: the silver necklace with pendants hanging from his neck, the tiny scar on one freckled cheekbone, the single dangling earring. then at last he reaches forward, stretching out his only hand toward her.

“i’m here to find my wife,” he says; and although his tone is calm, she can hear that his voice is trembling. with what - pain? nerves? emma doesn’t know. or maybe she does.

she swallows, her own hands fisted in front of her. “come on, swan. take a leap of faith,” the man adds, with a shaky, crooked grin.

emma looks over to henry. he’s smiling, in that confident little way he has; and he nods at her, cutting his eyes toward the leather-clad stranger. although every instinct is screaming to run, to not trust this odd traveler, she can’t help herself. she slowly unclenches her left hand and reaches forward, hesitantly.

and as his fingers close ever so gently over hers, the light flashes against one of his rings - a plain silver band.

a wedding ring.

emma’s mind whirls. she sees herself in white, lace and satin and tulle. the man before her, still all in black, but in a velvet tux and bowtie. a blonde man in a tux and a dark-haired woman in a cardigan, standing behind them. and henry, to the side, looking on with love in his eyes. the scene shifts. she’s looking down, holding the silver band. she slides it onto her new husband’s finger.

as the scene fades, the mists retreating from her mind, the room ceasing to spin, emma looks up. his fingers are still warm on hers, his eyes uncertain. “killian,” she breathes.

and as a new look, of profound relief and joy, spreads across his face, the other memories come flooding back. her parents. regina. the black fairy. rumplestiltskin. and most of all, her destiny. emma finally knows then - she doesn’t have to be afraid, or to doubt any longer.

she’s the savior.

The More Things Change

So @phiralovesloki, here is my gift to you for the OUAT Positivity Gift Exchange! I had such fun chatting with you and being your Rather Dashing for the past few weeks! I hope you enjoy what I’ve whipped up for you!

Summary:  He found it dreadfully poetic that the very thing that had landed him in this latest hornet’s nest of self-hatred was what he still went back to for comfort. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same, he supposed.

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