“What was it like,” he asks, “when you watched me die?”
“Hmm?” Emma responds, blinking her eyes open. She was nearly asleep.
The celebrations at Granny’s ended hours ago. They’re in bed now, freshly showered, under the sheets. The window is open and an early spring breeze is coming in. Just days ago it was snowing, but in the last few hours the warmth of spring seems to have settled in Storybrook. Magic probably has something to do with it, but Emma is too exhausted to be bothered by it. In fact, she’s just quite tired in general. Fighting a final battle will do that to a girl.
“What was it like when you watched me die?” Killian asks again.
Listen, i James, a man who regularly cries at commercial and who should not write, felt bad about earlier so I wrote you something
Lup is there the first time. Well not there and not the first time. But she’s (technically) in that cave with her brother when they find Barry’s home for the last ten years.
She’s sees the tank and the maps and everything her brilliant husband put together and thinks, Barry, I love you, you brilliant man.
Then she sees the candles, the lack of light and how deeply terrifying it must be to wake up alone and thinks, Barry, I hate you for doing this to yourself, you disaster.
And it’s not that she can put it out of her mind, just that she’s freed and they have their final battle against the hunger. Barry is right by her side, even when he’s human and she’s all liched out. Taako is there. Taako knows her, fucking finally.
In the aftermath, when she’s caught between Taako and Barry (again, not that she’s corporeal), winking at Kravitz from across the room, she thinks they might be alright.
Until the dreams start.
She doesn’t sleep. She can’t, as a lich. But like hell is she gonna let her boys out of her sight. Krav has a good handle on Taako, and also has hands, so when he’s around, she lets him take care of her brother. She doesn’t love it, but it works until she gets her body back. But Barry struggles. He falls asleep curled up next to Taako, which helps little bit. But her brother will wake up during the night, or, after the first few, go sleep with Kravitz.
On the Starblaster, they had a system. They cuddles throughout most nights. When things were bad, dancing lights did the job. She slept or meditated lightly, so if he woke up panicked she could help. She could hold him.
And now, even though they won, she still couldn’t.
A few weeks after the Day of Story and Song, Barry wakes up from a nightmare so bad he doesn’t know where he is. She turns on the lights and casts spells and he looks at her, distrusting. He says, “I know this isn’t real. This is just that dream again.” Tears are welling up in his eyes. “It’s just that dream again. I’m gonna get my Lup back,” he says.
She can’t prove she’s real to him. It’s all her nightmares rolled into one.
“If you go back to sleep,” she says, “then you’ll wake up one day closer to the real me.”
He gives her a little wry smile. “I knew it was a dream. I’ve been telling myself that for years.”
When he wakes for real, hours later, he bursts into tears. “You are my Lup, my wife and you are real.”
“I love you too,” she replies. Liches can’t cry, but it hurts like she is.
When she gets her body back, she cries again. She ruins on of Barry’s identical shirts with tears and the makeup Taako brought. Later, she takes so much pride in physically having a body that can ruin things that Magnus offers the frame the shirt. (She takes him up on it and the shirt hangs in the dining room.)
That night, after loudly announcing all the sex they were gonna have, she takes Barry to bed. She kisses his face and neck and hair and the scars on chest and she cries the whole time. He holds her and kisses every inch he can without letting go.
Eventually, they fall asleep. Eventually, Barry wakes up in the middle of the night, terrified.
Her first instinct is to cast dancing lights so they aren’t alone in the dark. And then, finally, she’s there, physically. She pulls him into her lap and holds him tight, letting him cry against her shoulder. It’s the reverse of what they had done twelve hours earlier when she was freed from the tank. She can stroke his hair with one hand and hold him close with the other arm. He just clings to her.
“I love you,” she whispers into his hair.
“I love you too,” he replies into her shoulder.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” she says.
“Death do us part can’t even work on us now, babe,” he says, having calmed down.
“Nerd,” she says, kissing his forehead.
Barry eventually gets to sleep, still snuggled up to her chest. They’ve got a long road ahead, but she’s knows they can take it on, together.
yo yo yo James this is so good I especially love the bit about Lup being proud of having a body that can ruin things that’s such a good detail <3 never apologize for angst even when I act outraged I loooove angst
The song practice dragged on. Snacks and then meals were brought in by managers and you could hear the improvement in their performance and pronunciation. After a few hours several of members called it a night, opting for sleep over yet another run through of the song. The members had decided to slip it into the acoustic portion of the concert and Chanyeol worked hard perfecting the chords on his guitar.
Eventually Junmyeon kicked everyone out of his room and you lingered close by Minseok and Kyungsoo as they made their way down the corridor. They had been discussing something and your mind wandered a bit as you followed, not close enough to eavesdrop but still very much available should either of them need you.
Also, I would like to thank @sanderstribute for the amusing nicknames idea used in this story.
Word Count: 1,130
Roman was on his way out the door when Logan caught his eye and he stopped. To be exact, the way Logan was leaning against the front door, staring at him from over the rim of his glasses, is what forced the creative trait to pause. “Good day Loraine, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He gave Logic a brilliant smile all while keeping a smug look plastered across his face.
Logan’s left eye visibly twitched when he was called Loraine. He quickly dropped his gaze away and fixed his glasses before pushing off from the door. Annoyance was clear on his features when he looked back up at the fanciful side. “Roman, why must you insist on using anything BUT my real name? Is this some amusing pastime for you?” He took a confident step towards Roman and crossed his arms over his chest while he waited for a reply.
How could Roman even begin to explain that his nicknames were the only subtle hint he’d give that showed he was interested in the brainiac? Logan wouldn’t understand even if he explained it. Emotions involving the heart were not his area after all. “Honestly, even if I told you, Larry, I doubt you would understand.” His tone came off a little more disappointed than he intended. He hoped that Logan didn’t pick up on it.
However, Logan did hear the disappointment, and it made his heart hurt. His gaze softened and he relaxed his posture. “I see. Well, I would like to ask you a personal question then.” He took another confident step towards Roman as a thin smile, slowly crawling onto his face, threatened to give it all away.
Something in Logan’s tone made Roman feel a little nervous and his brilliant grin fell away into a slight frown. “What could you possibly need to ask m-..”
“Do you find me attractive, Roman?” Logan blurted out the question. He was really curious to see how the fanciful side would react.
Roman’s breath caught in his throat and he almost choked on air. “I..I beg your pardon… Did you really…just ask me that?” He suddenly felt even more nervous than before. How does he know? His heart rate skyrocketed and he felt his face start to burn.
A coy smirk pulled at the corner of Logan’s lips and his eyes flashed with excitement. “I would have asked you last night but, I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of the others. You see, though I myself am not the best at expressing emotions.” He stepped even closer to Roman, eyes fixed on the creative trait, there were only a few feet between them now. “I have enough understanding of basic psychology to know when others are displaying signs of attraction, Roman. Please don’t force me to go into details. I can tell you’re getting flustered enough as is. I’ll ask once more. Do you find me attractive, yes or no?” An expectant look sat on his face, he really wanted Roman to just admit his feelings for him.
He was so exposed all of a sudden. Roman’s heart ached and he felt winded. In an almost choreographed play style, he dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands. “Lo-Logan, please…” It was like someone had reduced him to only a fraction of his former self with how defeated he sounded. “Don’t make me say it…”
Roman’s plea did nothing to sway the logical trait. “Alright, if you refuse to answer me then I simply have no choice.” Logan closes the distance between them and shoves his creative counterpart backward onto the floor. This elicits a distressed yelp from Creativity. He then gets on top of Roman; effectively straddling his waist, yanks his hands free, and pins him down by both wrists. A playful smirk curls Logic’s lips while he gazes down at the fanciful trait beneath him. “Last chance.” He lets the warning have some time to sink in.
“FINE! Alright, you win…” Roman’s face was growing redder by the second. He tore his gaze away and limply turned his head to the side. “Yes, I do find you attractive. I mean, It’s not my fault you’re so hot!“ His eyes then grew frightfully wide when he blurted out the phrase and he glanced up at Logan. “Uh..I..didn’t intend to…say it quite like that..” I’m so dead…someone help me!
“You’re adorable when you’re flustered.” Logan let go of Roman’s wrists and sat back all while laughing in amusement. “Thank you. Now, was that so hard?” He smiled fondly at the fanciful trait before standing up and offering him a hand.
Roman snapped his head up and looked at Logan with a coy grin of his own. “It was a bit difficult. However, you don’t get to interrogate me and then simply walk away like nothing happened!” He snatched Logic’s wrist and yanked him back down onto his chest. Then, in a swift motion, he rolled them both over so that he was the one pinning Logan down. “Since you had me admit something, I think it’s only fair that I get a confession from you as well.” Roman leaned in close to Logan’s face and smirked playfully. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” He closed the small gap left between them and kissed Logan lovingly on his lips.
Logan was not prepared for the kiss. At first his eyes grew wide but, then they slowly fell closed and he let a soft moan sound in his throat. Roman’s kiss was so passionate, so warm, he couldn’t help but let all of his tension melt away. He’d only intended to have Roman confess his attraction to him. Knowing that the fanciful trait was not just attracted to him but, also in love with him as well? That was a pleasant surprise all on it’s own.
The kiss lasted for a few moments before Roman finally pulled away, breathless, eyes twinkling with excitement. “So, Lance. How was it?” He teased and let his usual brilliant smile return to his face.
Logan’s lips twitched down into a brief frown before he just laughed. “That’s not my name, Roman! Stop doing that. You can be so insufferable sometimes!” He took the next moment to think on the kiss before giving a short reply. “The kiss was more than satisfactory.” Another laugh came out. “See, at least I know not to be so diff-” His sentence was cut short by Roman placing a finger to his lips.
“Shhhh. Don’t ruin the moment. Gloating is my thing, remember?” Roman laughed in turn and leaned down to kiss Logan once more.
They both then devolved into a mix of kissing and giggles; content to enjoy the moment and each other’s company.
They ate in pleasant silence. The
only noise in the flat was the movie, and occasionally Rosie’s whines for some
of Sherlock’s food. She found her place back in his lap and decided to join
them in their movie-watching. The men laughed at her lip covered in drool from
the sight of their food, eventually, Sherlock gave in and let her have some of
the rice which he softened for her. Every other bite, John would put his fork
down and watch Sherlock. He looked on fondly as the man would sigh and give
Rosie more rice, when a particularly exciting scene happened in the movie and
Sherlock stopped moving to watch it, he was happy to see Sherlock happy and
content. He was excited at the fact that Sherlock was happy and content with him.
The lights were off and John couldn’t help but bask in Sherlock’s silhouette from
the TV light. How could a man be so beautiful and find someone like him worthy
of their time?
“The dragon is starting to grow
on me, John…John?” Sherlock turned to face him and John’s cheeks reddened at
being caught staring.
“Oh um…yeah, Smaug. He actually
reminds me of you.”
Sherlock smirked at John’s
reaction and replied, “Oh yes, because I too have a penchant for breathing
fire, and, as others so helpfully point out, my voice is quite deep.”
“Well, yeah, that stuff too but I
think, for me at least, it’s because you protect things so vehemently. You go
through all these lengths to protect things that are important to you, whether
it’s a person or thing.”
“If we’re drawing parallels then,
just like Smaug, I’m protecting just one thing with my life.”
John’s eyes met Sherlock’s and
they both stared at each other smiling, Rosie the only one firmly attentive
with the movie. John turned to the television and shoved another forkful of
food in his mouth. “Or, you know maybe it’s because you’re just a hotheaded hoarder.”
Sherlock snorted and took another
helping of his food. “Maybe, John.”
It was then that John realized
that he missed Sherlock so much. The house felt different without him, even
when Mary was still alive. There just wasn’t that banter that he was so
accustomed to with Sherlock. The thought left him smiling into his food for the
rest of the film. John took care of the food as Sherlock put Rosie to bed. She
had fallen asleep halfway into the marathon, but the two were so comfortable
laying on each other that they didn’t move until after the third movie. John
stood in the doorway of his daughter’s room and watched as Sherlock gently set
her down in her crib and rubbed her back when she stirred. Thankfully, she
stayed asleep and John could let the breath out that he was holding.
“Ready for bed, Mr. Holmes?”
“Just let me change and I’ll join
John perked up at the very real
and very exciting prospect of sleeping with Sherlock Holmes. He nodded and walked
into the room to prepare the bed. It had been so long since he’s slept with
another person in the bed, and the fact that it was Sherlock, his best friend,
best man, the…the man he loved, it made the man simply giddy. Was Sherlock just
as excited as he was? He hoped so. As soon as John was dressed and ready for
bed, Sherlock came in wearing his classic grey t-shirt and striped pants.
“So, this is where I’ll be until
further notice?” Sherlock was joking as he walked to his side of the bed and
lifted the covers.
“There’s always the sofa, if you
want to be picky.” John was just as playful with his response.
They settled in under the covers,
and John closed his eyes letting the warmth from his bedmate lull him to sleep.
It would have been the fastest he’s ever fallen asleep until he heard Sherlock’s
small voice whisper, “John?”
“Yes?” Their voices were made
gentle and soft by fatigue.
He could see Sherlock’s form sit
and he too propped himself up on his elbows to listen to what the man had to
After a long bout of silence, he
heard Sherlock say, “You called me great today.”
“I did.” John then thought back
to the context in which he said it and then immediately he felt like an ass,
maybe they weren’t back to that level of joking yet, he overstepped his
boundaries, he fucked up, he fucked up bad… “I’m not great, John.”
“Sherlock I’m sorry…”
“Let me finish.” Sherlock’s voice
sounded so painfully raw and John’s instinct was to sit up fully and place a
hand on his back. He would listen to whatever it was that Sherlock had to say, they
would stay up all night if that made him feel better.
“Yeah, of course, whatever you
“…You called me great today, and
I’m not, John. I’ve never been great. No one’s ever referred to me as such,
therefore I must not be. But I’ve never truly felt ‘great’ until I met you.”
John’s breath hitched in his
throat at that.
“From the day we met you never
once failed to call me every variation of the word ‘brilliant’ or ‘extraordinary’.
You’ve always made me feel like I belonged, like it was okay to be me, that I
am doing good…even when I have trouble believing it some days.”
John bit his cheek to prevent any
noise from escaping his body. Sherlock wasn’t finished.
“When I’m with you John, I think
I really am ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and it makes me happy. But then I
realized…I wouldn’t be great if you weren’t amazing.”
John cupped a hand over his mouth
to let Sherlock finish. Even in the darkness of the night he could see Sherlock’s
smile, so warm, so bright, so wonderful. God, he was so pretty.
“So, let me say this now. John
Watson, I think you’re the most amazing, and bravest man that one could ever
hope to meet and how lucky I am to have met you.”
John didn’t respond. How could
he? What did he, a worn-down war vet, ever do to make a man like Sherlock
Holmes, find him worth his time? As if Sherlock knew what he was thinking, he simply
wrapped his arms around John’s small body and pressed a kiss to his forehead
when he heard John’s tiny whimper into his shirt.
“You don’t have to say anything
right now, I just wanted to tell you that before I scared myself into never
telling you, like so many other things I’ve been meaning to say but never have…”
They fell asleep like that,
embraced and inhaling the scent of the other. The last thing that John
remembered thinking was that he didn’t want Sherlock to leave.
Oh boy, this was 1k words guys! Hopefully you guys were satisfied with this chapter, it was a pleasure to write, and hopefully the next parts will be just as good!
Imagine: Peter can’t stop flirting with you, in front of Hook.
Warning: extreme leaves of sass
“Well, thank you?”
“Can I keep you?
“N-no!” You had only been on Neverland for five minutes and Peter has already managed to make you feel small and strange. Not that it took much, it was easy for others to make you feel insecure and when you did you became defensive and sassy. Most girls would think it was a cute attempt at flirting but you knew better. You knew no one would ever think that you were attractive. Although you looked confident your Captain could see your change in mood and stepped in.
“Pan, my crew and I are done here we just need permission off the island.” You smile glad that Hook diverted Peter’s attention away from you.
“Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?”
“Cute, but no.” you couldn’t help the words that flowed from your mouth. For a second you were afraid Peter would get mad at you. Or at least until you saw him smile.
“Fuck me if I’m wrong, but do you want to kiss me?” You could hear Killian beside you groan, probably feeling extremely awkward and just wanting to leave. For a second you panicked you couldn’t say yes or no. But what else was there to say, unless.
“Maybe, I always keep my options open.”
“There is definitely something wrong with my bed.” You look between Peter and Killian trying to understand what is even going on. Peter is smirking waiting for a response, and Hook is rubbing his eyes with his hand clearly annoyed.
“Are you seriously just going to stand there until I ask what it is?” He continued staring at you.
“Just get it over with, I want to get out of here,” Killian has lost his patients with Peter and hopefully not you.
“Fine, what is wrong with your bed?”
“You’re not in it.”
“You are impossible Peter.”
“Did you buy your pants on sale because at my house they would be 100% off.” Okay now he has gone beyond making you uncomfortable. You were getting mad.
“Screw you, Peter.”
“That is a terrible idea, let’s do it.” All of your brilliant comebacks flew out the window.
“Why? I am sure I could make you very happy.” That stupid smug smirk. It’s infuriating.
“How, are you leaving?” There was that comeback. Where the heck did it go a second ago.
“You won’t get rid of me that easy.”
“You must be the Pied Piper then.”
“Why is that, love?”
“Because you are a massive douchebag and I want to punch you in the face.” Not as clever as you could have been but still it got your point across.
“What is it like to be the most beautiful girl in the world?”
“What is it like being the biggest liar in the world?” He could at least try to be believable.
“Stop being shy go on and ask me out. You know you want to.”
“Okay. Go out.”
“Ouch that hurts.
“I hope it hurt as much as when you crawled out of hell, bloody demon.” He paused and simply looked at your face. You would think he was thinking of a comeback except he seemed to be studying you. When he looked back into your eyes you were certain he had you memorized.
“You are perfect. Where have you been all my life?”
“Hiding from you.” you smirk hoping you won this stupid little argument. But Peter continues to act as cocky as ever.
“What are you doing this Friday night?” You pause taken aback by the fact that he is actually asking you out. For a split second you almost consider his offer before you come up with a brilliant comeback.
“Not you.” Simple sweet and ego destroying. “Are you two done? I honestly want to go home now, so can we just leave?” Hook tapped his foot in annoyance.
[I’m not as happy with this as I wish I was when I first imagined writing this and that kind of bums me out. I’ve thought about re-writing it but just wanted to get something up for you guys. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m not happy with this - I’m just not. I hope you all like it though!]
I have been a consulate functionary and I have been a renegade. But today I speak to you as nothing more than a fellow citizen of the greatest city in the world: Ghirapur.
Ghirapur was founded on the spirit of cooperation, optimism, and ingenuity. As a community, we grew and thrived through the exchange of ideas, enthusiasm for learning, and passion for creating inventions that bettered the lives of all. This spirit was at the heart of the Consulate for countless years, but recently it was broken.
When Tezzeret arrived in Ghirapur, he demonstrated incredible ingenuity and power. Some of the greatest minds in the Consulate, Dovin Baan among them, were blind to the cruelty at the heart of that power. By falling under his influence, the Consulate betrayed the public’s trust and turned against everything Ghirapur stood for. The Consulate failed you. I failed you.
For that, I am sorry.
I am also determined to ensure we do not let one tyrannical man destroy what we have spent decades building. Ghirapur is the promise of thousands of brilliant minds working together. We must find a way to come together again.
Today the Consulate announced that they will begin a new path forward. Effective immediately, they are lifting the curfew, reinstating all aether access privileges, and returning all confiscated inventions to their rightful creators. I entreat each and every one of you to accept their offer to move forward.
It is time to stop referring to each other as “Consulate” or “renegade” and start seeing ourselves as a united Ghirapur. This is what the founders of our city would have wanted, and it’s the only way to reclaim the spirit we have lost.
a comprehensive list of why spies are forever is the most brilliant song ever created
wow this took me 2 hours and is super super long, hope you enjoy
-we start off with the badass mary kate wiles setting the tone
- “time to get the girl again” LMAO
- the dancing in this is actually amazing it takes my breath away every day bc it’s so graceful and highlights curt and owens relationship perfectly
-the slow movements in the dance are also masterful, because the slow sharpness of the movements makes them seem even more frantic and crazy without going the easy way out with fancy tricks, big ensembles, and faster tempo and dance
-also i dont know if this was on purpose or just curt being himself, but the little detail for owen dancing right on the beat and curt being a split second behind is such beautiful subtle foreshadowing to one step ahead while also doing a brilliant job of characterizing curt as a less talented spy then owen without having them say a word
-”its time to stay alive” WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME
- when the company starts singing with them
- mkw’s high note holy shit she’s so talented
- when they all singing at once the mood getting crazier and faster and you can feel yourself almost panicking about it, which is awesome because the song doesn’t change at all, but just having the little echo of encouragement in the background raises the stakes so much higher because theres more at stake then just curt and owen, theres all these unseen people that they have to protect
-and when they come onstage and reveal that their song of encouragement about them being spies is really just a lie and they’re really foes is an amazing moment
-owen dying while they sing the lyrics spies are forever is just brutal, and curts face throughout the whole thing makes it even worse
- then we move on to the amazing reprise, coldest goodbye
- the way mkw voice changes to be lighter is amazing and completely changes the mood of the song
- it’s so painful and mocking, using every word of good luck from before against curt, almost shoving it in his face that he failed, and now hes stuck all alone. its such a difference from when the coapny sang while owen died, that was just sad but this is almost shoving every insecurity curt has back at him. “women can’t resist him” “villians can’t escape.” “spies never die”
- the delivery of “spies never die, spies are forever” is so hauntingly beautiful its actually painful
- then one step ahead holy shit (so it’s not a “reprise” but it uses the same tune and same lines in it for a majority of the song so i’m using it)
- the company coming in with the low part is completely breathtaking it’s amazing
- i know its just because they needed to clear the stage, but having the dead stand up and clean up before walking off was such a good decision bc it makes curt seem 10 times more alone and vulnerable. to him, the dead are never really dead anymore bc of the whole owen thing, so having to watch them leave, particularly his “friend” the informant leads to a whole new level of abandonment, because then even they couldn’t help him now
- you can hear curt’s pain so deeply in the first 2 lines and it hurts so badly
- but it’s a completly different type of dark reprise then all the other ones, it’s almost like an argument
- it’s so upbeat, but every word they say is painful, so it brings you to curt and owens conflicting emotions
- curt still loves owen, he just going out he was still alive but not the same anymore, and it’s genius to have him try and be a super spy in tone, be the hero everyone wants him to be, but the words he’s saying tell a completely different story
- same with owen, he has every chance to kill curt here, but he always delays it with another taunt. he has all the power and control of the scene, and it’s amazing to watch him barely fight back to injure curt in contrast to his words about hating curt
- when curt’s voice gets low and he goes it’s time to save the world again HOLY SHIT
- that’s just??? a stab in the gut??? it’s so painful???
- ooh sick burn
- curts little voice crack on you know you broke my heart is just….
- “i liked you better when you were dead” ok just a moment to talk about that line. curts entire motivation was owen. he sang about how he wished owen was there more then anything. he said how owen would want him to spy again, and how owen would want curt to work for the agency. and now all of that is being tore to pieces. he realizes owen hates everything curt was doing for him, he realizes that owen doesn’t want curt to do the things that make curt happiest. its a moment of sheer vunrability
-using the sound of music meledy was amazing, when i was younger i sang it constantly, and turning it around like that was genius. it shows curt and owen turning their backs on the past, it shows everything they ever loved being destroyed, and makes the audience even more upset, becuase something we care about and that we’ve cared about for a long time is being completly turned around to be bad in front of us, and its terrible
-OKAY NOW HERES WHERE THINGS GET EVEN MORE HEARTBREAKING SPIES ARE FOREVER OWENS REPRISE
-everyone cried while seeing this don’t even lie to yourself
- for some reason “always a spy” has stood out to me so much in this song, which always seemed weird bc it didn’t have much meaning to curt and owen on the surface, but its so painful because its blaming curt. owen loved to spy. he was good at it. he probably would have done it for years. but curt took that all away from him. curt took spying away from hi completely, he took the literal job, but he also ruined it by forcing owen into learning things about spies that he might not have wanted to know. and curt took his entire life away from him. curt got to always be a spy, and he didn’t. and its curts fault
-owens face during the entire thing is terrible, he’s got the upper hand, he has the chance to get rid of the man who ruined his life, he appears to have everything in this scene, but his eyes are completely different, they’re looking for curt to stop him, he’s simply hopeless
-”i remember.” im not even going to say anything about this one. it speaks for itself.
-the way his hands move before he finally puts up the gun is such an amazing detail, because he hesitates. he starts to put it up and stops himself. rewatching it makes me tear up, because they both don’t want to hurt each other. curts face says it all. owens body language and quivering voice speaks volumes louder then any words ever could. they’re just 2 broken men who used to love eachother and are standing in the ashes of everything they care about.
- owen not saying spies are forever the final time is heartbreaking. theres no other words for it. theres no blame left. theres no hope left. its over.
- when curt shoots owen, i always think of the lines from coldest goodbye “tall dark and dangerous, a man with nothing to lose.” curt has nothing left to lose anymore. he doesn’t love owen anymore. you can see his eyes go blank, when owen says that their secret died. but owen still cared. the love never fully left his eyes, the hesitation never left his face.
- and finally things change for the better with spy again reprise.
- he has nothing in the literal sense of the word, he lost owen, tati left, barbs moved on, he’s not in the agency anymore, but at the same time he has everything. he completes the phrase owen was never able to, he realizes that spies are forever. owens love was with him forever. owens hate was with him just as long. tati’s friendship was always there. the lines repeated over and over again, because its curts emotional journey. in the first spies are forever song, he didn’t say the word forever at the ending, owen did. the play was curt finallyrealizing what it was. a lie, a threat, an accusation, and finally a promise. its beautiful
i really love your writing and i was wondering if you have any malec/jimon fic recommendations?
Awwwww, thanks anon. You’re so sweet! Well, I’ll always recommend anything written by @abloodneedcuz Izsak’s writing is A++++++. Plus, he also writes the occasional Jimon which is just as brilliant!
Then there’s Anger Management by @latinalightwood which I started beta’ing like three chapters ago, and which I love! Ana loves her angst and I love screaming, I love you and I hate you all at once. Trust me. She’ll have you doing both.
I won’t Let You Fallby @jezthemadficster is this dancing fic that god, every time a new chapter is out, has me grinning like a loon as I go, “gimme gimme gimme goddamit!” and trust me, she never disappoints. And the way she describes the dance, it’s vivid poetry that just takes my breath away. Honestly, great stuff if I must say so myself.
I love Knights and tales that reimagine fairytales so Destiny Calls by @clockworkswans also ranks pretty high on my list. It’s brilliant writing really, and has me hopelessly hooked.
Then there’s Under New Management by @highwarlockkareena which woah, got me hooked even before I knew that it was Kareena that was writing it. The plot, the pacing, the writing, all amazing, and Kareena’s take on the Downworlder council has me in awe. I’m not going to spoil it for you but it’s really good.
Cradle Songs of Comfort by @theonetruenorth because frankly the story’s slept on. Like woah! The plot is based off a game. The characterization is excellent. The pacing has me biting my nails like crazy, waiting to see what will happen next, and the writing is excellent.
Under the Bleachers by @bi-magnus which to me is A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Think it’s a lot of pluses? Hehehehe. Well, it’s because the story’s damn good! That’s so damn good Jimon right there.It’s cute and fluffy and hot and will leave you smiling till the very end. You know what, just look through the rest of her fics on her AO3 because they’re all so good, and Alice’s Jimon Week fics are classic!
Never say Never by @mel-iorn because it combines Mel’s brilliant, beautiful writing (really, if you’ve never read anything by Mel, you don’t know what you’re missing) and glorious beautiful Jimon. Honestly, the story’s brilliant.
Only Fools by @aleclwb which was is funny and cute and hot and has Simon dating Jace in order to teach Jace how to date Clary. Yeah trust me, it’s as good as it sounds. So damn goooooood.
How Long Are You Staying For?-Jon Snow x Reader One Shot
Summary: Requested by annonymus: ‘Jon Snow imagine where you are Theon’s little sister and come to visit him, and Jon falls in love with you because along with being ladylike and graceful, you’re also a sassy and skilled archer and sailor. Towards the end of your visit, Ned announces you are staying as your father has betrothed you to Jon Snow, and Theon teases you about being married to a bastard but you don’t care cause you love him.’
Characters: Jon Snow x Reader, Theon Greyjoy x Reader (siblings), mentions of the Stark family
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
Warnings: Sassiness, animal killing but fluff (kind of long-ish)
My horse strode through the open gates of Winterfell, giving me a chance to look around and see if anything had changed. I had not been here since I was a child, my brother and I separated for years. We were never close, he actually annoyed me to no end but he was still my brother. Our sister Yara sailed with me, though she wasn’t staying. She used the excuse that father wanted me to be escorted there, even though I was just a good a sailor as her. It was really because I was the youngest and the only one of the girls who acted as a lady should.
Once I entered the courtyard, I saw the Stark family along with my brother waiting for me. I hadn’t seen anyone for so long, it was strange to see how grown up everyone was.
“(Y/N) Greyjoy, my how you have grown.” Eddard Stark stepped forward as I got down from my horse, embracing me as soon as my feet touched the floor.
I smiled.“It is good to see you all again. I do not think I am the only one who has changed.” I took a rolled up parchment out of my cloak.“Also, I have a message from my father, he said it was urgent.
The formal greetings went by quickly, it was soon just my brother and I. Surprisingly he was being kind.
We hugged."How I have missed you sister.”
“You too brother. It has been far too long.”
As we pulled away, I could feel someone watching us. Looking to my left, I spotted Jon Snow, Ned’s bastard, already watching us. He had grown more handsome since the last time I was here. I had always found him alluring somehow.
“The bastard has been staring at you this whole time.” Theon huffed.
“And what is wrong with that?”
“He shouldn’t be looking at you in the first place. You’re much more important than him.”
I rolled my eyes at my brother. For a moment I thought he had changed and was genuinly kind.
“You haven’t changed.” I started to walk away from him and towards Jon who was putting away arrows from the archers before him.
He noticed me approaching, immediately bowing.“My lady.”
I curtsied.“We’ve already been through this Jon, you know you can call me by my first name.”
His tense figure relaxed a little.“Don’t you think your brother will be angry about that?”
“He treats me like a fragile vase, as if I’m going to break at any minute. Theon is probably riled up because he couldn’t find any whores to sleep with him this week.”
Jon was taken back by my statement but started to laugh.“Well you’re not wrong.”
As we laughed, Theon marched up to us. We tried hard to stop laughing, having to make do with a smile. Theon’s stern face only made me want to howl more.
“(Y/N), dinner will not be until much later on tonight. How about a ride into the Godswood with Robb?” he asked, obviously wanting me to get away from Jon.
“That sounds lovely, however, Jon must come with us.” Before he could protest, I turned to Jon.“Please come with us?”
He hesitated, but said yes anyway, much to Theon’s dismay.
The Godswood was truly beautiful, I had vague memories of this place. Robb was a sweetheart as always, keeping the peace between his half-brother and Theon. I rode beside Jon, not his to annoy Theon but for me also. He seemed such a nice man and I wanted to get to know him better, but a part of me knew that I probably wouldn’t ever see him again once I left; no doubt father was going to be arranging my marriage soon. However, it would be rude not to speak with him, plus I loved how it aggravated my brother.
Once we were deeper into the woods, we dismounted our horses, deciding it would be easier on foot. I giggled as the two direwolves brushed past me, eager to go running. They were truly magnificent creatures. As I watched them wander off, I didn’t realise that the men were crouched down behind some bushes, eyeing up a deer further up. They had gone silent, Theon preparing a bow and arrow ready to shoot it. Before he could even let go, another arrow shot low past their heads, causing them to whip around in shock, thinking it was an attack. They were even more surpised when they saw it was me.
“(Y/N)! When did you learn to shoot an arrow? Father will be furious.” he was angry he hadn’t made the shot.
I smugly walked over to him.“On the contrary brother, he would be very proud. Yara trained me herself, archery is my best asset.”
“I must say (Y/N), that was a brilliant shot. It went right through the deer’s eye.” Robb looked impressed, as did Jon.
Jon was told to collect the deer as Robb and Theon walked ahead. I stayed back, feeling bad that Jon had to do all the work just because he was a bastard. His direwolf, Ghost, sat by my feet also waiting for his master.
“You did not need to wait for me (Y/N), I would have caught up.” his hand petted Ghost’s head.
“I honestly do not mind. I killed the deer, I should have helped.”
“You’re a lady, you do not need to do such tasks.”
“You just saw me shoot that deer straight through the eye, do you really think I’m a normal lady?”
We spent another hour walking around, seeing if we could spot anymore animals for dinner that night. The only things we could find were some rabbits, though they already had plenty back at Winterfell. Again I was with Jon most of that time, we had a good conversation going until Theon would try to disturb it. I could see Robb trying to stop my brother from doing so, but he was a very stubborn person, much like myself.
Unfortunately we all had to part ways as soon as we arrived back in Winterfell. The feast was soon upon us and I had yet to get ready. For some reason my stomach was feeling strange, I didn’t feel sick, I felt….nervous? Why would I be nervous? What was there to be nervous about? Though it wasn’t a 'what’, it was 'who’?
That man was causing me to feel like this. I hardly knew him, could I really be falling for him? I never experienced any type of love, only reading about it in my books. My family had never been one to show admiration for each other, not like the Starks. The feeling grew stronger as I opened my door, expecting my brother to escort me, though to see Jon there.
“Oh, Jon. I thought Theon was taking me to dinner?” I asked, stepping outside.
“He seemed to be occupied with some women in the hall. I decided to escort you myself.”
I just smiled and looped my arm in his, hoping that the walk there would not be too short. It was hard to stop staring at him, I’m sure he noticed a couple of times. As we turned into the next corridor, my brother had just stepped out of the hall. His head darted about, landing on Jon and me. Again he was angry, crossing his arms as he waited for us.
“I was bringing you to dinner. I thought we might actually be able to spend some time together.” He huffed.
“I’ve been stuck up in my room for ages. Don’t pretened that you didn’t forget about me. It doesn’t matter now anyway, I’m too hungry to kick your arse.”
We all sat at the long table, Ned at the end with Catelyn by his side, then the children (including Theon and I) in age order. Jon was sat opposite to me, once again I couldn’t help but look at him sometimes. Out dinner was agonisingly slow, I may have been the most ladylike of our family but I really didn’t want to be there. My mind kept going back to Jon, I would find myself daydreaming. It was hard to concentrate on what anyone was saying.
Much to my relief, we were finally finished. As the servants took away our plates, Ned requested that everyone but Jon and I leave the room. We shared a confused look. Had we done something wrong? Had Ned seen me making heart eyes at his bastard son and wanted me to stop? My heart was beating in fright, Ned could be lovely most of the time but he was still Warden of the North; I didn’t want to risk getting on his bad side.
As everyone filed out, Ned took a swig of his drink, waiting until he was positive that the room was clear. Everyone had looked as confused as we were. The doors made a loud noise as they closed, echoing around the hall which somehow raised the tension.
“Come closer, you two.” he ordered. We raised from our seats to the ones right next to his.“I have an announcement that concerns that both of you.”
We stayed silent, waiting for him to go on.
“(Y/N), your father’s message was very important and clear to me. We have been in contact for many months now, after all this time we have finally made a decision.”
Jon spoke up.“And what would that be father?”
Ned smiled a little.“You two are to be married, so that the Starks and Greyjoys may become better allies.”
The three of us sat in silence. Jon and I were both shocked, not expecting something like this.
Ned continued.“I know that this is surprising for the both of you. Just know that you’ll be doing a great deed for our houses.”
He then dismissed us, not wanting to say more on the matter. Though what was there to say? Jon and I had finally reunited after so many years and were know I’m an arranged marriage. However, this was Jon we were talking about. My father could have made me marry a man older than himself, a cruel one at that. Jon was definitely not like that. Exiting the room, we saw Theon leaning up against the wall, smirking; he had clearly been listening in.
“Marrying a bastard are we?” He started.
“It would seem so.” I replied.
“Seems like father really doesn’t think about you that much if he’s letting you marry him.” he gestured to Jon as if he were some sort of filthy animal.
“You’re always quick to jump to conclusions. I don’t see any women going after you, even the shores stay away. Now if you’ll excuse my betrothed and I, we have much to discuss.” and with that I dragged Jon away.
Just like before, we linked arms, walking in silence this time to my room. Before it felt lovely to be alone with him, now it felt a little awkward.
“Thank you for saying those things to your brother.” he interrupted me.
I smiled.“I wasn’t just saying those things because he’s my brother. I meant it you know?”
He smiled too.“I’m so used to that kind of talk that I just ignore it.”
“Well, that’ll change soon enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re going to be married. I cant have my husband thinking less of himself than what he actually is.”
Still blown away that ANY of my works have reached 20+ pages. This story is so much fun, though, and such a challenge. I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I have without @diversemediums and her amazing brain. (We seriously had a long brain-vomit text match the other day and it was amazing.) I cannot wait for all the spinning pieces to come into play and get all worked out.
Finally a week had gone by and Claire was ecstatic to see Jamie again. Murtagh left a short, vague note for Raymond informing him that they’d be back within twenty-four hours.
Much as she’d rather be in the cottage with Jamie, locked in their room for a day, Claire agreed they should stop for supplies first. With Jamie on full lock-down, he couldn’t leave to get food or other necessities. So she and Murtagh stopped to shop for a little bit before they made the rest of the drive to the cottage.
Can you do a fluffy scenario whit kuroo, something realy really sweet please, thank you!! You are the best , i hope you can pass through everything easly
This was a pretty vague so I did my best with what I was given. Hopefully this was sweet enough! Also guys, please spread the word that I’m taking commissions as well as accepting donations to my gofundme account to make money for my classes so I can graduate. I’m no where near my goal and need help! :’(
Love was something breathtakingly beautiful in its own way, opening your eyes to new opportunities each moment you spent together. Kuroo only seemed to bring out the best in you and he became a better man because of you. It was only a matter of time before your long-standing relationship reached a head, both of you desiring something more permanent along the lines. You didn’t need to verbalize it, Kuroo was already two steps ahead. He knew you well enough by now to tell what you were thinking.
Phase one of his plan had long been completed seeing as he had found the perfect ring that was a representation of his love for you. The next part was simply to lure you out to the rendezvous point where he’d finally ask the question your ears have been longing to hear. With the help of Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Kenma, hopefully it’d prove to be successful.
Kuroo waited anxiously at the edge of the pier where he waited, glancing at his phone every few moments in hopes of seeing a text from Tsukishima. “God, I hope Tsukishima doesn’t slip up and let her know what’s waiting for her down here.”
Kenma arched an eyebrow, pausing from stringing up the tea lights around the pillars to patio at the end of the pier which was meticulously decorated in delicate lights and your favourite flowers. He only hoped it was enough to make this moment memorable. “Do you really think Tsukishima would let such details slip? You know better than anyone how tight-lipped he can be.” He watched as Kuroo wrung his hands, a conflicted expression crossing his features. “You’re worrying to much.”
How could he not though? His life was about to change for the better because of four small words. It wasn’t that he doubted that you would agree to marry him, but rather if this would be good enough for you. There wasn’t enough words that could accurately describe the emotions he felt when he gazed at you in the early morning light or when your lips quirked up in the slightest fashion when he’d crack a corny joke. In short, you were everything to him.
The sound of his phone ringing was enough to shake him out of his stupor, looking at the screen showing a text from the blonde. They had just arrived. “They will be here any moment! Take your places!”
Bokuto crossed the cobblestone to his best friend, offering him a soft smile. “You’re going to make _____ very happy. You deserve each other.” It was warming to hear those words, Kuroo falling into the male’s hug, grateful to have him at his side. The two moved to take their places, Kuroo moving to hide behind one of the pillars.
“Kei, please tell me this is the last stop. You’ve been dragging me around all day, and quite frankly I’m tired.” You whined, grasping at the tall male’s arm in a dramatic fashion. It wasn’t unusual for you to hang out considering you were good friends since childhood, but normally there was a point of destination in mind.
“Quit whining, you’ve been moping all day. Do you not like to hang out with me?” Tsukishima flashed you an incredulous look, striding down the boardwalk slowly, fingers discreetly moving across the screen of his phone.
You nearly snorted at that, surprised that he was even capable of looking incredulous. “I’ve think I’ve had enough of your snarky comments all day. Sometimes I can’t tell you and Kuroo apart.” At that he rolled his eyes.
“Speaking of your lover, wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.” The cryptic message didn’t slip past you as Kei fell behind you, urging you forward with a sweep of his hands.
“What do you mean? He’s not-” The air that lay captured indoor lungs rushed out in a flurry of your amazement. It was unlike anything you had seen before, something more along the lines of a romance movie. Beneath your feat were rose petals strewn across leading to the pillars of the patio, tea lights strung around the railings and the columns, illuminating the night. But that wasn’t what was most prevalent, but rather the man standing in front of you dressed to the nines. This must be why Tsukishima had urged you to ‘dress appropriately’.
Kuroo said nothing, but offered out a hand. Your heart fluttered, having an inkling of what this could possibly be about, but still in awe nonetheless. “So this is what you’ve been up to when you said you were busy.”
“Do you like it?” He breathed, gently taking your hand into his own.
You gazed around once more before a brilliant smile broke out across your face. “It’s gorgeous,Tetsu. Did you do this all by yourself?”
“I had a little help.” At that a few shadows moved forward to reveal Bokuto and Kenma. Tsukishima stepped towards the sidelines to join them. He was taking a knee before you were processing the significance of this gesture, ears finely attuned to the words spilling from his lips.
“We’ve been together for years and you’ve put up with a lot from me. There isn’t a word that can accurately describe the emotions I feel towards you nor can I express them in a manner that suits you.” He reaches behind him to grasp the velvet box that has taken refuge in his nightstand prior to this evening. “I love you and I will continue to say this until you grow tired of it. I want to wake up next to you each morning and hold you in my arms at night. I want to see you cheering me on in stands at games not as my girlfriend, but as my wife. If you’ll have me, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
The breath hitched in your throat, eyes already beginning to gather tears. This was something you have been dreaming of for a while, and the fact that it was becoming a reality was far too much for you to handle. Finally you tore your eyes away from those golden hues to take a peek at the ring.
“Tetsurou…?” You were still transfixed on the ‘ring’ as you spoke his name. Your boyfriend was a dork and had quirky tendencies, but this went beyond him. “Is this a joke?”
Kuroo froze, glancing down at the box in shock, not quite believing what he was looking at. The diamond ring that was supposed to be nestled between the folds was replaced with a ring pop. “What the he-”
Laughter was not what he expected to grace his ears, peeking up at you as you giggled gleefully, wiping the tears from your eyes. “You know me too well. This is the perfect ring for me.”
“So…is that a yes?”
“Of course I’ll marry you.” He slipped the candy onto your finger before he rose up to meet you in a tender kiss, the three clapping from the sidelines, although internally Kuroo was nearly at his wits end. Where did the real ring he was supposed to give you?
A boisterous laugh resounded from behind you, and you turned with a huge smile tugging at your lips. “Congratulations you two! I couldn’t be happier for the both of you.” Bokuto pulled you in a big before turning to Kuroo, squeezing him tight. “Thought you might want this back.” He slipped a small box into his hand before stepping away.
Kuroo couldn’t help but sigh in relief, rolling his eyes at his antics. “I swear, you almost made me have a heart attack! What was I going to tell her if I couldn’t find the ring?” He whispered before pulling away with an exhausted expression.
“As much as you like that ring pop, I think you’ll like this one even better.” He slipped the metal ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly against your skin as if it was meant to be there.
A shriek of joy escaped your lips as you dove onto him in a firm embrace, meeting his lips over and over in a series of tender kisses. “I can’t wait until the day that I become Mrs. Kuroo Tetsurou.”
Finn Shelby was always underestimated. His brothers treated him like a kid and, once Michael came around, even Isaiah treated him a little differently. Everyone underestimated the youngest Shelby brother, Finn included. Except you. When he told you that he wanted to learn to read you had been willing to help but he was quick to want to give up. The more he struggled the more he grew frustrated with the task of educating himself.