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queerfables · 8 months

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I have this thought that's simmering in the back of my head, and there's some evidence for it, but I simply can't take myself seriously on it, because the idea hits my favourite tropes way too perfectly. I'm, like, 90% sure I should admit to myself that what I actually want is to write fic about this and skip the meta entirely. But apparently this is how I process things these days, so you get my wild projections masquerading as analysis first, and maybe if you're lucky some kind of story later.

So, Nina's partner, Lindsay. Not so much a person as an analogy, right? The consensus is that this relationship is a stand in for Aziraphale's relationship with Heaven, making Heaven the toxic partner holding Aziraphale back from finding real happiness. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like we've taken that assumption and worked backwards from it to prove that Nina is really Aziraphale's mirror and Maggie is really Crowley's.

Look, I realise that drawing the line from Nina to Crowley and Maggie to Aziraphale feels obnoxiously obvious. There are superficial similarities, but does it go any deeper than their general demeanour? When we look at how Nina describes Crowley and Aziraphale - the hard-bitten one who doesn't trust, the soft one who still believes in goodness - I think there's honestly a solid argument to be made that both descriptions could apply to either one of them. I don't think that's conclusive. The thing that's really giving me pause is that Crowley's car and Nina's shop both play Queen. It seems like such a clear signal that they're foils. There's also the fact that the partition around her shop has a very snake-like pattern embedded in it, quite similar in shape to Crowley's tattoo (a detail that pairs nicely with the apple-tree motif on the French restaurant next door).

If Nina is Crowley's mirror, does that mean that Crowley is the one trapped in a toxic relationship? And here's the part where I absolutely cannot trust my brain to give me sensible feedback, because the little gremlin who lives there immediately shuts off all higher functions at the first hint a character might be unwillingly beholden to a nefarious outside force. Especially if they are keeping it a secret.

Could Crowley have been blackmailed or coerced into working for Hell again, despite nominally being estranged from it? I literally could not tell you, because my brain is too busy yelling yes yes yes please oh my god yes. I just love the idea way too much to be rational about it.

I won't insult anyone by labeling this next section "supporting evidence", but here are some ways I think it could fit into canon as it's been established:

In light of my recent meta on how to think about Good Omen's twists, I've been ruminating on some of the big questions I have about season 2. And one of the ones that keeps jostling for my attention is, why are Crowley and Aziraphale not together yet? I don't mean that flippantly, what I mean is - I believe that Crowley and Aziraphale are both aware of the way they feel about each other, and have been for some time. If that's true, what's keeping them apart? Obviously there are quite a few potential answers to this, including the possibility that I'm wrong and they're not both consciously aware of their feelings for each other. But it's an idea I find compelling. They're not together because they're not free yet. And not just in a hypothetical looming threat kind of way.

When Beelzebub summons Crowley in 2x01, Crowley says "I thought we had a generalised understanding." Beelzebub replies, "We don't. You're still a traitor," and then goes on to threaten him with a bounty. The obvious implication is that the understanding they don't have is from the end of season one, that Hell will leave Crowley and Aziraphale alone. But what if it's a different kind of understanding? What if the subtext of Beelzebub's offer for whatever he wants is that he can have enough power to be free of whatever nasty little job he's supposed to be doing on the sly? (Not enough to break free of Hell entirely, though. Never enough for that.)

On the other hand, Crowley doesn't recognise Beelzebub's new face, but they must have been wearing it for a while given all their meetings with Gabriel. Is Crowley bound to the one demon higher than Beelzebub, then? Sorry, the gleeful brain gremlin is the only one available to take questions on this. It sure would be sexy, though, if both the power difference and the secrecy involved were as extreme as possible.

This is a weird little detail that probably doesn't mean anything, but when Aziraphale gets back from Edinburgh, it's early in the morning the day of the ball. The streets are mostly empty and Nina is just arriving for work. Aziraphale helps Crowley put the plants back in the Bentley, and at some point after this, Crowley takes the car and leaves. He must do, because we see him come back. Where did he go? He can't have been gone more than a couple of hours at most, because he arrives back in time to follow Aziraphale around convincing everyone to attend his ball. Okay, fine, maybe Crowley just needed to get away, relax somewhere there's no amnesiac archangel breathing down his neck. But the timeline is so short it seems like a strange detail. It makes me think that Crowley might actually have been hiding something, here. I don't know that this theory is the most likely explanation, but it sure could be an explanation.

And finally, for maximum angst potential, imagine Aziraphale finding out that after everything Crowley said about how toxic Heaven and Hell are, after all the grief he gave Aziraphale for returning to Heaven, that Crowley had been secretly working for Hell all along? WOOF.

#good omens #i am so sorry that there are some genuinely interesting meta details hidden in this self indulgent trash fire #by rights they should belong to something more sensible #but this is the meta we have #fable talks good omens #it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too late and i'm posting this without reading it over again if i've left any sentences hanging no i didn't

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hr-nm-grnd-zr · 9 months

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AO3

"They just vavoomed" you said, as you watched them through the window.

S2 fix it fic, hurt comfort, no warnings

It was pouring. Aziraphale’s hair flattened by the water. Their tears visible even through the rain drops rolling down their face. Crowley was standing under the canopy. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t think. After everything that happened the past few months… Aziraphale had never hurt him before and no one had ever hurt him as much as they had then.

Crowley felt as if his heart was tearing into pieces. He imagines this is close to what a heart attack must feel like. The demon wanted to punch the angel in the face, push them in front of a car and set all of their books on fire! He wanted to hurt them just as much as they hurt him. It had been hard to process and he was still not over it. But seeing Aziraphale like this. Standing in the pouring rain, their hair and coat soaked, face scrunched up from trying and utterly failing not to cry. Aziraphale looked absolutely miserable.

He couldn’t bare seeing them like this. He was still in love with this angel, obviously. But Crowley could only watch them standing there, not able to move. “I love you.” the angel spoke first. It came out quiet, the loud rain almost drowning it. Crowley couldn’t think.

He saw the angel was shaking now. Aziraphale looked scared of what his reaction might be. What would Crowley do? Crowley doesn’t know how it happened. If you were to ask him, he wouldn’t be able to explain it. The demon stepped out into the rain, grabbed his angel by the collar of their coat, like he’d done so many months ago, pulling them close and kissed them.

For a moment there was a squeeze in his heart, afraid Aziraphale would push him away again. Then he felt the angel’s arms wrap around him, holding on tight on the back of his own coat and pulling even closer, their whole bodies embracing each other. That was the moment when the sparks started.

Neither of them both could tell how long the kiss had lasted. Nina and Maggie however, who were watching the scene from the coffee shop window, would be able to tell you that it had lasted a whole of 40 seconds at least.

When the kiss stopped they didn’t pull apart. Instead Aziraphale hid his face in the crook of his demon’s neck. They were still shaking, maybe even more than before the kiss. “I’m so sorry.” the angel blurted out. “I was so stupid, you didn’t deserve this, I …” “Don’t bother, angel.” Crowley interrupted them, his voice soothing. That was when Aziraphale started sobbing.

Pulling Crowley even tighter, they let out all of their anger about themselves and all of the frustration which had build up over the past few months. If someone would mention it, Crowley would totally deny what he did then. He held his angel close, kissing the top of their head. “I forgive you” he said honestly. Burying his face in their wet hair he, subconsciously, rocked them both back and forth.

They were both drenched now from the rain. Yet they stood there, a demon soothing his crying angel, letting the rain do what rain does. This part as well, they weren’t able to tell afterwards, how long it had lasted. Maggie, if you were to ask her, could tell you it was about 10 minutes and she would totally admit that she had watched the whole time, while Nina had to resume serving customers.

When Aziraphale had calmed down they barely broke apart to look at each other. The rain too, one could say almost miraculously, had calmed to a light shower completing the now softer mood of the atmosphere.

Aziraphale’s face was still red, their eyes a bit puffy from crying and they had definitely smeared some snot on Crowley’s black coat. But in that moment Crowley swore he had never seen anything more beautiful in all of his existence. Not even his nebula could compare.

Aziraphale lifted one of his hands to take off Crowley’s glasses. Instinctively Crowley grabbed their hand to stop them. “We’re outside.” he argued. “Let me see your eyes. Please.” the angel insisted and took off the glasses revealing the demons surprised expression.

They observed the demon’s face for a moment. “Never change Crowley. Not who and not what you are. Not for anyone.” Aziraphale stroke a finger over Crowley’s cheek wiping away a tear, which had escaped his left eye while he was still processing. “You are perfect just as you are.” Crowley didn’t know what to do. His heart was pounding loud in his ears. This was his biggest fear. That him being a demon would never be good enough for an angel.

This time it was Aziraphale’s turn to kiss Crowley. It was soft, longing and full of love. Even though he would definitely deny it if Maggie were to mention it the next day when they met at the café, saying it was just the rain and she surely must have imagined it, there were tears rolling down his face now. They were many but they were happy tears. A huge weight had just been lifted from the demon’s shoulders.

When they broke apart Aziraphale kept wiping them away, which didn’t help anything considering there was now water dripping from Crowley’s hair. “Let’s go inside the bookshop, get a change of dry clothes and make a hot cup of tea.” they suggested. “And put some gin in it.” Crowley agreed and held out his hand. Aziraphale took it without hesitation and, just like when they had danced together, giggled and pulled the grinning Crowley over to the bookshop.

They had a lot to talk about. They needed to sort out their feelings, which Crowley wasn’t looking forward to at all. Then there was also the matter of Armageddon 2. But this could wait for a few moments. Because right now they were both in heaven. Not the same heaven which Aziraphale had just escaped from, no. The sort of heaven that went with them wherever they were together. Crowley was very much looking forward to that part, he might even admit it if anyone were to ask him.

Aziraphale also had a short dance to perform. If you were there, watching through the shop’s windows, you would be able to see the rose the angel miracled into their hand at the end of their dance, offering it to Crowley. And if you were to stay a bit longer, you would see the demon rolling his eyes and groaning but accepting the rose anyway.

Thanks for reading and let’s hope for a good ending in Season 3.

And if you were to come by the shop later that same day, you would be able to see Aziraphale and Crowley moving the demon’s plants inside the shop. There they would get a nice place by the windows, where they were to stay for a very long time to come.

notes: I hoped you liked it. In my headcanon they both use he/they pronouns. I used they/them for Aziraphale and he/him for Crowley just to make it easier telling the two apart.

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avoicebehindthestars · 2 months

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My predictions for DFAFM

Is it weird that I’m obsessing so hard over a fanfic? Well, I am. The fanfic being Don’t Fall Away From Me by the spectacular PhoenixRose314. In fact, I’m so far gone that I decided to put together all the speculations I have for the remaining 6 chapters and I decided to publish them because, like, bragging rights if I get any of it right (for the record, I predicted Muriel would be Abaddon as early as chapter 25).

@phoen1xr0se If you happen upon this post (I guess you will now that I've tagged you), it might be better if you don’t read it. I’d hate to influence you in any way at this point! And if you do read it – you know what to do, tell me nothing! ;)

Everyone else: if I’m right about any of these, they will obviously turn out to be spoilers, so yeah, proceed with caution ;) It's 4th March and 37 chapters of DFAFM have been released as I write these. Now, without any further ado…

Aziraphale will be faced with a choice and will choose Crowley against the (presumed) will of god. AND/OR Crowley will have to trust god to save/protect Aziraphale.

Gabriel will turn out to have been the scribe of the Book of Life, or even the original Voice of god, making the Metatron an imposter.

AziraCrow will be forced apart once again.

Crowley will have to accept Baraquiel as part of himself – the way Aziraphale accepted the Pit.

The true purpose of the Book of Life will have been to awaken Abaddon. That’s why the Second Coming can’t start without it. Using it to erase angelic memories was abuse of power by the Metatron.

Muriel will need Eric (or possibly Crowley) to ground them when they’re overwhelmed by Abaddon’s identity. Seeing love in the world previously will ultimately stop them from destroying it. Possibly seeing evidence of Aziraphale and Crowley’s unending love.

Eric will turn out to have been an angel of rebirth – the polar opposite of Abaddon. Or maybe Raphael – the archangel of healing (in a way also the opposite of Abaddon).

The betrayal referenced by Gabriel could’ve been Maggie’s. The sacrifice could’ve been Nina’s, though I’m less convinced there. I’m actually prepared to see another betrayal and *especially* sacrifice since I’m expecting the ominous quote to be a foreshadowing rather than reference to past events. Perhaps Eric for Muriel? Jophiel for Furfur? Crowley for Aziraphale…?

AND NOW THAT WE’RE AT IT. PhoenixRose314 keeps announcing that the oncoming chapters will be dark and she “needs us to be brave”, so I wouldn’t be surprised to see Crowley die to be resurrected / reborn in the end. There is a connection between him and Jesus, and Crowley seems to be where Jesus was 2000 years ago (believing in love, ready to fight for the one he cares about). Moreover, Crowley’s been presented as the inspirational figure for the angels, and a beacon of hope – the way Jesus was for early christians. In this light, him choosing to sacrifice himself would make a lot of sense. This may also push Muriel over the edge – without Crowley to stop her from setting on the path of destruction. Of course, Crowley won’t stay dead – there’s a “happy ending” tag on this fic after all (which I personally kind of wish there wasn’t – the tag, I mean!! – since it would make me feel things a lot more intensely).

Alternatively, we’ll find out about the afterlife for celestials (which was briefly mentioned when Aziraphale was in the cell, convinced that Crowley was dead), and that’s where the Ineffable Husbands will be reunited. It makes all the more sense since they have discussed Crowley moving into the bookshop and both of them moving to South Downs, and as per general rule, things that are discussed theoretically don’t come to pass in a narrative.

If my prediction in the previous point is correct, this will turn out to be the reason behind the fall, or at least one of the reasons. Crowley will have always been the sacrifice and the Metatron and Lucifer were doing all they could to keep him from developing selflessness and love.

Super-dark option: it’ll be Aziraphale who ends up killing Crowley. Hear me out! Aziraphale tells Muriel he’s ready to take extreme measures “when needs absolutely must”. He will choke on these words and his conviction when it turns out he has to kill Crowley. Aziraphale was also ready to sacrifice himself to protect the world, and back in heaven he was resigned to not surviving the Second Coming. But sacrificing Crowley was something he will never be ready to do. I don’t think he’ll manage to kill Crowley on purpose. If it happens, it’ll be an accident or Crowley’s decision (piercing himself with the flaming sword that Aziraphale’s holding or something like that).

There are also some bits I’ve fished out, but I have no theories regarding them. Listing them below just to note that I find them significant and expect the remaining 6 chapters to address them:

What memory Crowley lost when he followed Muriel into the lake – it’ll be plot-important.

How Muriel was “twice blessed by god”.

What happened to god. I was trying to come up with something substantial there, but honestly, I got nothing. She may be wicked, playing her “ineffable game” to prove a point to Lucifer. She may be despairing over her creations of love fucking everything up. She may be missing / dead / ensnared by the Metatron (unlikely – Lucifer talked to her after the Fall… although he may have come to see her in prison). She may be metamorphosed under the influence of her flawed creation. She may be the patient parent waiting for her children to finally get it right without influencing their free will (which could also be shown critically – you don’t test your children to destruction).

The purpose of angels’ existence.

The ending of the sentence “Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate, and Crawley, the Serpent of Eden. They should not be…” I’m particularly curious about this one. This could go in so many ways! “They should not be… together”? “…separated”? “…reunited”? “…in love”? “…on opposite sides”? When AziraCrow hear the end of that sentence, it’s bound to be a turning point!

The Metatron and Lucifer’s connection and motivations.

And some miscellaneous stuff I’m expecting to might be important but I may as well be completely off my mark:

Why Rikbiel insists on being called Rikki.

Saraqael (I won’t be surprised if she turns out to be god).

Items in the vault: the trumpet and the wooden chest (I’m suspecting it might be the Arc of the Covenant, but got nothing beyond that).

Why Rikki says to Jophiel “Looks like it’s time” as they’re about to leave Hell. The thread is abruptly cut off by Beez bursting out laughing over Crowley being considered a hero. Seems to be done on purpose, Doyle-wise.

What the orange glow signifies (Abaddon? god?).

Editing, because I almost forgot! Some tiny predictions for There is a Light & It Never Goes Out:

Crowley will prepare a romantic dinner for Aziraphale (PhoenixRose314 kind of hinted it to me in one of her replies to my comments on AO3, saying Crowley "will enjoy a proper meal at some point in this fic").

They will dance to "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" inside the lighthouse. I'm 99% sure of this one - there's a reason we were told of Crowley's CD collection ;) We'll be getting a fluffy rendition of the dance that was painfully interrupted in You Don't Dance - The Story of 1941.

#dfafm #good omens fanfic #phoenixrose314 #dfafm predictions #go fanfic speculations

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aureliaaaa2 · 9 months

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Rewatching Good Omens Season 2 and decided to live-blog my favorite parts, lingering questions, and best quotes.

Chapter 1 - The Arrival

Random thoughts:

- Crowley is SO excited about his nebula. It is so cute how he squeals when he creates it.

- It’s interesting to me how Aziraphale is already anxious about questioning the higher powers, even before the fall

- Shax is a great character. I def like her more than Madam Tracy.

- not to sound like a boomer, but should Maggie really be a regular at Nina’s coffee shop if she’s thousands of pounds behind on rent? I know she’s in love and all, and coffee isn’t the reason she’s broke.. but it seems irresponsible to me.

- GABRIEL HAS SUCH A CUTE LITTLE BOOTY

- Why is Micheal the only one semi-regularly using a celestial cellphone

- Why doesn’t the Book of Life feature more prominently in this season? It could be such a great plot point that never got any real traction.

- I feel like Crowley is always the one bending over backwards for Aziraphale.

- Cracked up seeing Michael with a desk. After seeing Michael’s reaction to Gabriel having a desk in episode 6 trial, it’s hilarious seeing Michael with one now.

- Nina is meaner and more hard bitten than Crowley. Fight me.

- Maggie shouldn’t be giving heart eyes to Nina after she learns about her partner. I know there is nothing outright propositional, but she’s clearly swooning during every interaction.

- Even though Nina’s partner is obviously a bitch.

- The apology dance is both cringey and hilarious.

- Uriel’s shoes are brown. Everyone else’ are white.

- Michael also has a face tattoo. A Feather on her right temple.

Best Quotes:

“How much trouble can i actually get into for just asking questions?”

“I know someone who looks like you.” “It’s probably me then... that’s one of the main ways you can tell”

“Basic demon on earth stuff. Either call on the phone and talk OR appear mysteriously. Don’t do both”

“James, long for Jim. Short for Gabriel”

“Do we know a Jim?”

“I am NOT your friend”

Lingering Questions:

Could the soulless ginger stigma be from Crowley’s long influence?

Did Gabriel take the Book of Life?

Why wouldn’t they have a plan in place for a backup Supreme Archangel?

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #crowly x aziraphale #good omens spoilers

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wlw-in-space · 5 years

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Baby!Danvers Reader

Prompt: R is Kara and Alex’s younger sister, and she gets food for them for when they come back from missions and stuff, but when she goes out to grab food she runs into trouble and goes back to her apartment really hurt. Then she asks Lena to help her out because she doesn’t know what to do so Lena patches her up for the most part and then when Kara and Alex get there, R has still got like something stuck in her leg and they have to get it out so they take her to the DEO to get it out and Alex is mad at her because she was really scared. Also R likes Lena and Lena likes R but it’s low key.

Word Count: 3,487 (it’s a long one ladies and gents)

Warnings: blood & cursing

(Also, this was requested on my Wattpad and I’m moving it here but I changed some minor things)

You knew as soon as you limped back into the apartment you shared with Kara that you were in deep shit trouble with your sisters. Alex had told you not to leave the apartment because she and Kara had to take care of an alien. She didn't want you getting into trouble, but you always order takeout for Kara and Alex to eat when they get back from missions, and since you had called yesterday to order for them, the lady who works the night shift (her name is Nina) told you over the phone that your usual delivery man (Eric) was going on vacation, so he wouldn't be able to deliver your food, so you figured you could just go pick it up yourself since it was only a few minutes drive from the apartment.

Well, it was pretty unfortunate that the alien attack was actually two blocks away from your apartment and your car got totaled, with you in it.

Calling Alex or Kara wasn't an option, Maggie was probably with them, Winn was at the DEO with J'onn, and Lena, Lena would be there in a heartbeat.

You looked a mess. The sound your left arm made when your car crashed couldn't have been healthy, your wrist on the opposite arm had a cut in it, there's a piece of glass stuck in your thigh, oh, and don't forget about the tiny cuts on your face from the small pieces of glass from your windshield.

Luckily you hadn't been too far from the apartment, calling yourself an ambulance would have taken way too long because there's no way they would be able to get to you in the middle of all the chaos.

Getting up to your apartment took a while, it was hard to ignore your bleeding wrist and your inability to walk properly from the fucking glass in your thigh, but sweet relief came when you were finally able to flop down on the couch (after popping two Advil's, of course). Maybe not so sweet, considering, but you knew pulling out the glass would result in gushing blood and you didn't exactly know how to take care of that.

Quickly, you shot a text to Alex and Kara in your group chat.

Hey, so when you guys finish with your mission and stuff, please come back asap. I got hurt trying to get takeout for you guys cuz I didn't know that the alien attack happened to be on the way. I made it back home fine, but everything hurts. I love you guys.

You sighed, leaning against the armrest carefully. Maybe I should text Lena. Five minutes is what it took you to finally get the courage to send her a text, knowing you probably should have earlier.

Hi, Lee. I hope you aren't too busy. I got hurt trying to get takeout for the girls and I need your help. I'm in the apartment but there's an alien attack nearby so please be careful. I'm so sorry to bother you.

You bit the inside of your cheek and pressed send. It took just a few seconds before you saw the three dots pop up and you smiled softly.

I'll be there in less than ten minutes.

Lena stayed true to her word and you heard the door unlocking (with the emergency key only your friends knew about). When she turned on the lights you realized you'd forgotten to do that when you'd arrived.

"Oh my god, (y/n), what happened?" Lena rushed to your side as soon as she walked in, leaving her purse by the door and her coat along with it, not wasting time and grabbing the first aid kit from underneath the sofa.

"I crashed on the way to the takeout place getting food for Alex and Kara," You muttered.

"What's hurting? Besides your leg, obviously, I'd rather wait until Alex is here to take it out, it'll be easier and I don't want you loosing more blood than you already have," Just the look of concern on her face could probably take away all the pain you had.

"I think my arm might be broken, my wrist is cut, and my face is - well, you know." You bit your lip, feeling a tinge of shame as you spoke.

Lena hurried herself over to the refrigerator and handed you a bottle of water, "Here, I'm sure you're thirsty." Then she opened the first aid kit and pulled out the hydrogen peroxide and a washcloth.

"I don't have to tell you that this is going to hurt, (y/n), I know you already know," Lena spoke softly, taking your wrist into her gentle hand, "Tell me about what living with your sister is like, relax a little bit, and don't forget to breathe,” Lena said, giving you something to distract yourself with.

You nodded softly, wincing when the soft cloth made contact with your skin, "Living with Kara is fun, it - fuck, Lee,"

"You're okay, I'll be done soon," Lena continued cleaning the wound.

"Sorry, uh, it's good I guess, I feel safe with Kara here. And we don't fight just - god - just Alex and Kara do sometimes but not usually."

Lena nodded, putting the washcloth down and picking up a roll of bandages, "You did great, (y/n), I would've been able to use water and mild soap but it was really dirty and I'd rather you don't get an infection," Lena started to wrap your wrist in the bandage.

"Thank you, Lena."

"Thank me when I'm done," Lena smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face and getting the washcloth to clean it, "This shouldn't hurt as much, it won't take me long either."

Lena began wiping gently at your skin, cleaning the dirt and scrapes.

Your eyes met Lena's and she offered a smile, "I hope Alex and Kara finish up and get here quickly, we need to get this glass out of your leg, I can't imagine how much pain you're in right now."

"I took Advil," You shrug.

"You know damn well Advil isn't going to do anything to help you, (y/n)." Lena sighed softly.

"Alex and Kara are going to crucify me, Lena."

"They probably will," Lena nodded, "I would've too, but I know you don't need that from three people, you've probably learned your lesson too."

"I guess, I just want to be like you guys. Like, help people and all, I wanna learn how to fight and solve problems. I cause Alex and Kara trouble all the time because I do stupid stuff and I can't take care of myself, hell, you should be at home relaxing," You groaned, getting frustrated with yourself.

"I would much rather be here with you, trust me, I'd prefer that you weren't hurting, I hate seeing you in pain, but I'm glad that you asked me to help you," Lena backed away, having finished cleaning up your face.

"I'm really glad I did, too."

"I really should take this glass out, it isn't safe for you to have it there for so long, (y/n)."

Just then, Kara burst through the window with Alex in her arms, setting her down before the two of them rushed to you.

"Jesus, fuck!" You screamed, clearly startled that they'd come out of nowhere, not even bothering to use the front door.

"Language," Alex said. Although it wasn't like she didn't curse all the time.

"(Y/n) you are in big fucking trouble, but we'll deal with that later," Alex crossed her arms.

"And you get to curse but I don't? I'm an adult for Christ's sake."

"I'm responsible and listen to directions so maybe when you learn how to do that you'll get treated like an adult," It was pretty obvious that Alex was angry, but you could tell she was worried.

"Alex, hush," Kara finally spoke. You hadn't realized that while you were talking to Alex she was using her x-ray vision to see if you'd broken any bones. "(Y/n), your arm is broken."

"I think we can deal with her arm after, she’s a big shard of glass in her thigh that's been there since she got into the car accident and she needs to get it out immediately. I was waiting for you, Alex, she's already lost too much blood and I needed someone to help me just in case," Lena spoke up, her concern only growing by the minute.

"We should take her to the DEO, we'll be able to help her faster there," Kara started lifting you up into her arms.

"Kara, no!" You pleaded. "I want to stay with you guys."

"No one touches (y/n)'s leg but me and Lena, Kara. Take her quickly and -" Before Alex finished her sentence, Kara had left with you, and in seconds you were laying in the med bay of the DEO, "Gimmie, two seconds, (y/n/n)."

You closed your eyes and wait until you hear Kara land with Alex and Lena before opening them again.

"Kara, close the door," Lena hurried over to you and got ready to put an IV in your arm (the one that isn't broken) and hung you up on the heart monitor.

There was so much going on in the room, Alex was looking around for something, Lena was sticking an IV in your arm and Kara was trying to ask you something but you couldn't focus on her words.

As soon as your heart rate started speeding up you heard beeping coming from behind you and you started feeling overwhelmed and god, "Can someone just take the damn glass out?" You yelled, groaning as you had nothing to distract you from the pain, no Lena talking to you calmly, just a bunch of machines beeping erratically and people occasionally peeping through the window, wondering what the hell was going on. You turned your head away and felt your lip start to wobble and tears threatening to fall.

"That's why we're here, (y/n)," Alex huffed, sitting on a stool beside your leg, Lena right next to her.

Kara stood on your other side, taking your hand into hers and squeezing gently.

"Are you ready?" Lena asked.

"Yeah, just go," You squeezed Kara's hand tightly, seriously regretting trying to get takeout.

Lena readied herself, and when Alex pulled out the shard, she applied pressure to your wound.

It took everything you had not to scream. It's a good thing Kara was Kryptonian, otherwise you would've hurt her.

Kara gently wiped away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks with her other hand, "You did so good, (y/n). I'm so proud of you."

You chuckle softly, "So I guess we just decided against using an anesthetic?"

"Sorry," Alex offered a lopsided smile. "Let's leave this pressure on for a good fifteen minutes to be safe and then we'll clean and stitch her, yeah?" Alex asked Lena.

"Yeah," Lena nodded, biting the inside of her lip.

Fifteen minutes passed fairly quickly, Kara, Alex, and Lena made conversation with you to create a distraction and pass time.

Alex looked at her watch before looking back over to you, "Okay, I'm going to put some numbing gel on this thigh of yours and then we'll get it cleaned up for you before I stitch it." She said, before getting to work.

"Okay," You nod, looking down at your hand which was still in Kara's. She was tracing the freckles on your hand, what she usually did when she was worried or stressed. "Hey, Kar?"

Kara looked up, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for scaring you," You said, giving Kara a lazy smile. Kara smiled back at you and nodded, giving you an unspoken 'it's okay'.

"You too, Alex, I'm really sorry," You added, knowing Alex was listening to you.

You moved your head and looked at Alex, wanting her to at least look at you, but she kept her eyes focused on your thigh. You knew she could feel your eyes on her, you were right in front of her, and you knew she was mad, you just didn’t think she’d be so mad that she wanted to ignore you.

You screwed your eyes shut and turned your face away from her, feeling the tears that had gone away start to come back, but not because of the pain you were dealing with.

Alex just then finished with the numbing gel and turned to Lena, "I'll be outside talking to J'onn and Winn, come get me when you're ready for me to stitch (y/n)."

You heard the door close behind Alex and opened your eyes again, only to look at the ceiling.

"She hates me," You sniffled.

"No no no, (y/n/n), Alex does not hate you. She cares more about you than any other person on this planet. She's upset because you scared her so badly when she got your text that she almost started crying. You're her little sister, (y/n) -"

"So are you," You interrupted.

"I have superpowers, you don't. You're fragile and Alex worries about you every time we have to go on a mission. I know you love to act like the toughest person in the world, but we can tell that you're in a lot of pain, and you know Alex sees right through you. She wouldn't act this way if she hated you."

"How am I supposed to apologize to her if she wont even look at me?" You felt your lip wobble again, but you willed them to go away, blinking quickly.

"Lena page us when you're finished, please. I'll be right back after I go talk to her, and I'll try to find you a sling or something for that arm of yours," Kara smiled reassuringly before kissing your forehead and hurried out of the room, leaving you with Lena.

"And then there were two," You played with the bandage Lena had wrapped around your wrist earlier, noticing how you had almost bled through it and you would probably have to change it soon.

Lena looked up and smiled at you, "I guess the numbing gel worked? You don't seem to be in pain."

"Yeah, it feels uncomfortable but it doesn't really hurt," You nodded, watching Lena's face as she focused her energy on your thigh.

"I'm glad you aren't in as much pain anymore," Lena finished cleaning your leg and was about to hit the paging button on the little remote, but decided against it when she heard Alex and Kara yelling, sitting on the stool beside you.

"Now they're arguing because of me too," You groaned.

"It isn't your fault, (y/n). Kara is right though, I don't think you've ever really seen Alex super worried or scared for your well-being. She cares about you so much it's insane. And I don't blame her for being upset either. I totally understand how she feels. It's scary when someone you love is in danger and you don't know if they're okay."

"Trust me, I know the feeling," You chuckled. "I think we should let them know that we're done."

Lena nodded softly and pressed the button, kissing the top of your head (it reminded you of how Kara did it) before leaving the room.

You felt relieved in a way. All this talking to other people was getting annoying and you just wanted to be alone, but you knew the last thing you'd be for the next few weeks was alone.

Your heart clenched a bit when you saw Alex pass the window and open the door.

"Hi," She said softly, grabbing her stuff and bringing it over to you.

"Alex, I'm honestly so -"

"Why didn't you listen to me, (y/n)?"

You bit the inside of your lip, "I didn't think anything bad would happen and I just wanted to get you guys something to eat, like I always do."

"Listen, you know I appreciate you going out of you way to get us food, but when I'm asking you to do something so you can keep yourself safe, please, do it. I don't know what the fuck I would do without you," Alex started working on your stitches, and you were so glad your thigh was numb.

"I want to learn how to fight like you and Kara," You blurted, knowing that Alex wouldn't want to hear that, but you needed to say it.

Alex shook her head, "(Y/n) -"

"Al, please, I know I can do it I just need someone to teach me. I wanna help people like you guys, I just don't know how," You knew asking her for this wasn't a great idea considering the situation you guys were in, but there wouldn't exactly be a better time to ask her.

Alex stayed quiet for a bit, but you could tell that she was thinking, you could almost see the gears turning in her head, "Fine, but Kara, J'onn, and I will be the ones to train you. You are not getting hurt like this again. And this could be good for you, you'll learn how to defend yourself if you get into trouble and if I trust you and your skills enough, I'll consider getting you a job here," Alex said, a smile teasing at her lips. "I am proud of you for wanting to do this though, especially after everything you've endured tonight. I know it's been a long night for you and I shouldn't have treated you badly, I was worried."

"I know you were, and I'm so sorry for making you worry about me. You're the last person who needs stress in their life. And so you know, you don't have to do all the things you do for me, but I really do appreciate it so much, and I love you so fucking much, Alex," You sniffled but stopped caring about the tears running down your face now.

Alex cut the thread and set her things down before moving in to hug you gently, being careful not to hurt you. When she let go she wiped your tears before wiping her own.

"I love you too, babygirl." Alex chuckled wetly. "I'm staying with you and Kara tonight."

You usually hated when Alex called you babygirl, it was a thing she'd picked up when the you were younger, but you couldn't bring yourself to care and maybe it was growing on you.

"So, am I forgiven?" You asked hopefully.

"Yes, but I better not hear you complaining about not being independent at home while Kara and I have to take care of you," Alex laughed.

Kara and Lena walked back in with Winn and J'onn a few minutes later.

J'onn looked relieved to see that you were better (he'd seen what your leg had looked like when Kara brought you to the DEO), and Winn just looked excited to see you (and happy that you were okay, of course).

After a few minutes of J'onn talking to you, Lena, Alex, and Kara about what had happened and about how you wanted to start training at the DEO, he left the room, leaving Winn inside, "You know, (y/n), chicks love scars."

Alex nodded, "He isn't wrong, you'll get so many more girls now."

You chuckled softly, feeling your face heat up because you hadn't exactly told Lena that you liked girls, and you hoped that she wouldn't take it the wrong way or anything (not that she was the type of person to do that, you had complete faith in her but there's always doubt). Now that she knew, it might be easier to figure out that you liked her, which wasn't exactly what you were aiming for, the goal was to keep quiet about it. She was your best friend, ruining the relationship you had with her was not something you planned to do in a million years, especially not for a stupid crush on her when you didn't even know if she was gay.

You were a bit confused when you saw her blushing, and when the two of you made eye contact, you started blushing too, so you laughed it off.

You made it back to the apartment with Kara and Alex at 2 in the morning, which wasn't ideal.

You told Lena that she could come too, you really wanted her to, but she seemed to want to go home, and you felt bad enough for keeping her the whole night and making her deal with your problem.

That, of course, wasn't the real reason Lena hadn't wanted to go over to your apartment, Kara, being your sister and Lena's other best friend, knew that you both had crushes on each other, and Lena found herself uncharacteristically nervous around you, so she told Kara that she didn't want to go because she didn't want to embarrass herself.

Although you would've loved for Lena to be there with the three of you, you were happy to be sitting on the sofa, wedged in between your big sisters and watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey.

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groovycatcollector · 4 years

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 9

I had decided to stay awake after one of the baby’s feeds, I had told Maggie I’d help her planting some veg, considering food supplies were running low. I had time before I would go to the infirmary and my mind was still buzzing with distrust for Alexandria. But knowing I should stay for the baby I did, wanting to give him a better chance, so I occupied my days, distracting myself from my gut screaming at me that something was gonna go wrong.

The sun was just lightening the sky without making an appearance, so it was cool enough to work. I was already to go; food packed, baby fed and in a basket, just my hair.

I was standing in front of a mirror in the sitting room. I couldn’t brush it, it was too curly and it would only puff it up more. My last hair elastics broke last night so I stared helpless at the ringlets in the mirror. I could shave my head?

I’m not shaving my head …

After deciding not to shave my head, I graded a pencil (Something one of my older sisters had thought me) and twisted it and weaved it into my hair; leaving me with a low bun. It wouldn’t keep it off my neck but it would stay out of my face. Deciding that was enough for me I wrapped my new found scarf around my head once, making sure to secure my baby hairs and front strands in the fabric. Tying it at the base of my neck around the bun, leaving the flimsy material falling loosely at my shoulder blades.

“One Russian name and one normal name?” Maggie confirmed, using her foot too glide the spade into the ground. “Yep, family tradition, honour the grandparents” I grunted, following suit. The sun had risen, and oh mama it was hot. We had started working before dawn, so we had a few tomatoes plants in the ground, and the conversation has drifted to the Christening tomorrow, and the lack of a name.

I’m guessing Maggie was also tired with an aching back by her strained reply “I don’t know many Russian names so you’ll have to excuse my lack of input there”. I huffed with a smile “I was thinking maybe Luke? Does he look like a Luke to you” I straightened glanced at the baby, who at this stage couldn’t really crawl; only sat there content with his big hat. Maggie halted, turning to look at him clumsily pulling out grass “He could be a Luke”

I decided to test it out “Hey” I called at the oblivious infant “You think you’re a Luke?” Waiting a moment, looking as he tried to put a blade of grass into his mouth before it fell from his weak grip. “Okay not Luke” I announced before bending back over continuing my work.

We were quiet concentrating for a few more minutes. “You thought of any names for yourself?” I asked, whipping a bead of sweat from my neck. The sound of shovels scratching threw dirt filled my ears before she gathered an answer. “Haven’t really thought about it yet, suppose it’s still early days” She said, focusing her eyes on the ground.

I nodded “Just be careful you don’t end up like me, waiting for the day before you have to name him” She chuckled at that.

When the sun got high I wondered over to the infirmary. I was reading a book I snagged from the hippie on natural herbs, writing out Denise’s beloved Short Cuts on a sheet of paper for each herb. Luckily not many were sick, so besides writing all of my useless information I just tidied up. It was nice, I felt like it was summer vacation and I was down at my Grandpa’s practice.

Denise and I sat on the porch, still in the shade. She looked off long fully in the distance at Tara on post while I quizzed her on her spread sheet. We had come up with a routine of cleaning, testing cheat sheets, cleaning again, and home time (If no one came in of course)

“Infection” I called out agents the hot air. Denise groaned, flopping back onto the wooden panels. “No, I’m sick of this” she exclaimed rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. I was sick of it too in all honesty. I lay next to her book on my chest “Yeah me too” I admitted staring up at the white porch roof. I glance across at her, she reminded me of Sonya, just getting in her head all the time, and trying to pull it all together for other people.

“How’re things with Tara?” I asked, somewhere between genuinely curious and just making small talk. “They’re fine, we moved in together” She sighed. Oh shit big step.

Hold the fuck up that’s a very big step. I bolted up right “What the fuck, I see you ever single day for the past five weeks and you didn’t say anything?” I starred, mouth wide open.

Denise shrugged defensively “I dunno Nina I didn’t think it was that important” My eyes darted to Tara who stood on the watch tower. I scoffed, repeating her “Not a big deal” before lay back down. It was quiet for a moment, just listening to the baby babbling in his highchair before Denise broke the pause in dialogue.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you” She said, putting her face in my direction but still not meeting my eyes. “I guess I was kinda scared how you’d react” She paused, biting her lips thinking “With you being so religious and all”

I narrowed my eyes, not fully understanding her meaning before it all clicked into place, which caused an eruption of laughs burst from my stomach. She looked at me bewildered before I could catch my breath, whipping a tear away from my eye.

“Dude” I gasped “Dude I’m catholic not an asshole” Her look of shock, followed by a small chuckle of relief calmed me a little.

I lolled my head to look at her “So you’re not homophobic” She asked still chuckling, I offered her a smile before leaning in and whispering “Not an asshole” while putting my hand on hers while we lazily starred up at the roof. I liked Denise, she reminded me of what it was like to have a sister, even if she presumed I was an asshole.

“Sooo” She sang, just as my mind was beginning to wander too far into sadder thoughts. “What’s going on with Daryl?” She cocked on eyebrow teasingly.

Confusion shocked my body, now I definitely didn’t expect that. I got on with Daryl, but I don’t think I’m into him “what about him?” I asked, cautiously.

I’ve gotten too comfortable here, just the hint of romantic relationships got my palms sweating. Now it was Denise’s turn to let a giggle “Are you kidding? You guys are always looking at each other and I see you guys early mornings talking to each other” Her nose was scrunched up like a kid tattling on their friend to teacher.

It’s true we had made a routine of crossing paths when I would feed the baby, and we would get up to hunt or get ready for a run. I just never figured it would spark town gossip.

“We are not always looking at each other” I said defensively. She scoffed sitting up “Nina you both are constantly gazing at each other from across the street!” I sat up next to her leaning agents the wall, her crossed legged and my arms resting on my bent knees. What in tarnation, gazing? I don’t gaze, I’m a Price and we’re not a gazing family

“We do not gaze”

“Then why are you getting so defensive”

“I’m not getting defensive”

Denise through her hands up in the air in defeat “Okay okay nothings going on, shouldn’t have asked” She looked down rubbing her palms together after I thanked her. Suddenly her face contorted in a smile “Say…” She sounded way too pleased with herself for this to end well.

“What are you doing later today?” Shit. I chewed my lip “I’m going helping with the cars” I answered bluntly, trying not to show just how completely she caught me.

“And who is it again who’s doing the cars today?” I hope that smile was hurting her face, it was far too big. My shoulders slouched in defeat, trying to hide my smile, my signal of “You got me” as Denise burst out laughing.

“You” She said, pushing my shoulder making me wobble “Are full of shit” I barely got to mumble a ‘Am not’ before the doctor continued her sentence “And I think you two would be cute”

“Fuck off”

Me and Daryl, that’s weird, crazy even. Just because I get on with someone who’s reasonably attractive and single doesn’t mean I’m attracted to them

Even if I just said they were attractive. Not the point.

I’m gonna go in there, and be cool, chilled, just doing car stuff. And I’m a friendly person, I’m friendly with everyone. Sure I spent a little more time with him but so what?

I walked into the garage seeing Daryl with his head under the hood of one of the cars. His back was covered by a black vest top but his shoulders were glistening with the sweat, and his hair was damp and sticking agents his neck; obviously not enjoying the summer heat.

“Hey, need any help” I asked, putting the baby on the floor “I know a thing or two about cars” I leaned agents the car and peered into the engine, seeing it had all its parts.

“Had a boyfriend that was into cars?” He taunted, still not looking at me, knowing it would get on my nerves.

“My daddy was a mechanic” I clarified. He shot me a glance from behind the dirt and oil that covered his face “Thought you’d been more into them pageants” His mouth came up in a half smile, just flashing his teeth.

A wicked grin grew on my face “Oh yeah, real big into thoughts, won a few too” I hoped he could pick up on my sarcasm, pushing him over so I could get a better look at the valves threw the walker blood “But that’s only because I slept with the judges” I looked up and gave him a big smile but the look on his face ment I couldn’t hold back a laugh “Dann I never thought I’d see you look shocked” I said, slapping him on his back. See? Friendly.

Then a grumble past his lips “Always knew you’d be easy” Without looking up I punched his arm.

Sonya was into Pageants, real good. She won a scholarship to a nursing school in New York kinda good.

“You’d wanna know” I said, sticking my hand into the slimy shit stuck in the engine and pulling it out.

Just too buds, having laughs, no feelings.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part ten Part eleven

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Bubble Boy

Oh my gosh @resident-of-storybrooke. I know you’ve had a rough go lately, and I wanted to do something to cheer you up. Obviously I was trying to covertly find out your bday so I could gift you a surprise, and then you ended up pointing me right at it without realizing it.

So, even better might be that I wanted to do the Florida Man prompt for you.

(For anyone who doesn’t know what Florida Man is, basically, Florida is just a crazy nutter-butter state and if you google that term plus your bday you’ll get the most incredibly random headline you’ve ever heard.)

Unfortunately, your bday yielded some REALLY horrible headlines. Sorry but I wasn’t going to have Killian murder a pregnant Snow. There was also one where a man got 58 stitches after a shark attack, but I was really trying for something a little more fluffy. After trudging through google results, I think we found a winner:

A Florida man was rescued after trying to ride a hamster ball to the Bahamas.

P.S. Happy birthday a little early!

Emma Swan, the light of his life, doesn’t even know he exists. Well, that’s not totally accurate. He flirts with her every chance he gets. He may have even faked being sick a time or two to see her again, but in the grand scheme of things, he’s certain that once he leaves her unit, he’s out of sight and out of mind.

And it kills him.

She’s been there a year now, and despite the confidence he normally feels, she has this amazing ability to knock him off his game and he somehow inherently knows that if he were to ask her out, she’d flat out decline. Or she’d just laugh if off like it was a joke. He’s not sure which would be worse, and he has no plans to ever find out.

He’ll happily go to his grave pining after her instead of making a bloody fool of himself. To be honest, it’s kind of his fault. He never should have dated her coworkers. Yes, plural. And yes, to his credit that was before Emma joined that unit, but he’s sure she’s already heard the stories.

He’s not a bad guy. He’s really not. What he is though, is attractive, something he’s known his whole life. Getting women has never been difficult for him, Emma being the exception here, and he’s never worried about it before. And although he’s always been clear from the onset with his dates, that he’s not a relationship kind of guy, the women of his past haven’t always been able to accept that.

They don’t understand that his career is everything to him, and that if he does well here, he can finally prove his worth. Sure he’s always had the looks, but Liam’s always had the brains. Liam was top in his class while Killian struggled to keep up. He just wants to prove himself worthy of being here, that he isn’t here just because Liam pulled some strings, and sometimes that means sacrificing.

Of course, that was pre Emma and while he’s not ready to throw his career away or anything, a part of him feels like maybe he could have both. Not that he’ll ever get to find out. He’s heard through the grapevine that she’s only got a few more months here. Only three more months before she leaves and never looks back. Three months before he’s left to always wonder what if.

Ya, he’s always been a dramatic person.

It’s been a fairly boring week. It’s the off season in Florida. The sun is out but the water’s still too cold to play in. It’s not quite time for tourist and the locals know better than to go out at this time of year. Well most of them do. There were some high school kids last week that they rescued, although the kids weren’t in any real danger. Not from the water anyway. Their dad and his missing prized sailboat probably said otherwise though.

But for the most part, his time is spent checking the equipment over and over, watching tide flows, and checking in with the weather channel. It’s pretty monotonous, but every once in a while a weather related program will come on showing people being idiots. It’s silly but it helps pass the time until his shift is over. He thinks he may actually die of boredom today though. Liam left him a mountain of paperwork before leaving to collect lunch for everyone. Usually Liam sends one of the lower ranking guys, but like Killian, Liam must have been going stir crazy too.

Lunch passes by just as uneventfully. His burger and fries doing little to add to the excitement of his day. But then something peculiar happens. They hear on the radio that someone needs rescuing, but that’s not what catches his attention. The guy on the other side of that frequency must have lost his damn mind. He’s sure that he’s going to get all the way out there and find out that it’s just someone trying to play a joke on them. A costly joke, but most people don’t think about that the way he does.

Liam’s running out the door, yelling for some guys to ready the chopper. Killian rolls his eyes and goes back to his paperwork. That mountain isn’t going to clear itself. About twenty minutes into his first stack though, and he hears another call on the radio, except this time it’s his brother’s voice telling him that they need a boat.

“Come again?” He really wouldn’t put it past Liam to pull his chains.

Well, he would on any other day. Liam has always been practical to a point and would never waste taxpayer dollars, but Killian also knows that they are due for another round of training drills this month. And Liam was unusually bored earlier too.

“I said I need you to get out here with one of the delta rescue boats. Over.”

Killian cringes, knowing that the only boat available right now is a small almost inflatable raft looking thing. Liam is definitely taking the piss out of him.

“Oh, and little brother, you may want to bring one of the medics with you. Over and out.”

Liam’s gone before Killian can even correct that little brother quipt. He might take it out on the guys getting the boat ready. But his frustration isn’t totally because his brother refused to acknowledge him in a more mature way. No, it’s because he knows there are only three medics in today. None of which he wants to be cramped into a tiny boat with.

Inside the clinic building, he sees two of his possible companions right away. Luckily Nina is already busy giving someone a physical and Maggie seems to be avoiding making eye contact with him just as badly as he is with her. That leaves one person. He pokes his head around the corner looking to see if she’s in the room they use as an office, but it’s empty. There aren’t any other patients in the clinic that he can see which means she’s probably in the break room.

Sure enough, he finds her sitting on the couch playing solitaire on her phone. She looks so calm and he hates to disturb her, but the boat will be ready any minute now, and on the off chance that Liam isn’t in on the hoax, he doesn’t want to leave some poor soul stranded.

He clears his throat, causing her to jump.

“Sorry, love. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I wasn’t scared.” He can practically see the defiance in her eyes, despite the way she nearly lept out of her skin.

“Of course not. But I do need you.” He blushes the minute the words are out of his mouth. “I mean, I need your help.”

She laughs. It’s small but lights up the world in his eyes.

“Please don’t tell me that you were out with Sanchez last night. There’s no way that thing isn’t infected.”

He tilts his head. They don’t really have time to get into whatever Sanchez got up to right now, but he’s definitely filing that away for later.

“No, I, uh- I was home alone last night.”

He’s not sure why he just told her that. She doesn’t need to know that his night was spent watching netflix while eating oreos in his underwear.

“Say it ain’t so. Killian Jones dateless on a Friday night?”

He can’t see his face right now but he knows that he’s as red as a tomato.

“I’m not- I-” How does this woman fluster him so easily? Usually he has time to think up things to banter with her about before seeing her. “I had to be up early this morning.”

She rolls her eyes are starts tapping away at the cards on her phone again.

“I meant it when I said I needed your help though. There’s a rescue in progress and I was told to bring a medic with me.”

Emma doesn’t miss a beat, jumping up grabbing her jacket and med kit. She’s out the door before he can even process what’s happening. When he catches up to her, she’s heading towards the helo pad and he has to stop her, telling her that they’re taking out a boat instead.

The boat sucks. That’s an awful thing to say and he knows it, but it’s true. Even with the still water the boat bounces all over the place, and on more than once occasion Emma ends up crashing into him. It’s hard to concentrate on anything other than the smell of her perfume, which is exactly why he didn’t want to bring her. Not that the other’s would have been better, but he wouldn’t be as affected by them.

At one point Emma radios in to Liam asking him what she should expect, but Liam tells her it’s better if she just sees it for herself. Killian isn’t sure what to make of it yet. Liam knows that he has a crush on her, and if Liam is using that to somehow embarrass him, his brother may be the one in need of medical attention.

Or maybe he’d be the one. Can you actually die of embarrassment? Is that a thing?

But when they get to the scene, they’re both taken aback. Liam’s chopper has been flying over head the entire time, but since they can’t be of much use, they head back, leaving Killian to deal with what has to be the oddest thing he’s ever seen in his life. And he lives in Florida, so that’s saying something.

There, not fifty feet in front of them, is a giant hamster ball floating across the water. It’s about six foot tall, but there is some sort of structure around it making it even larger. It looks almost like a hamster wheel. Red balls surround it, and he can just barely make out the form of a man crumpled up at the bottom of the ball.

He can tell that Emma is just as worried about the man as he is. It may not be hot out, but the man is in a giant inflatable magnifying glass, and there’s no telling how hot it is in that thing. There’s also no telling how long the guy has been out here. They’re about four miles from shore so it’s not as if he just jumped into the deep end.

He’s not even sure how he’s supposed to approach it. They call out to the man, and while he doesn’t make an attempt to move from his spot, he does wave them his middle finger. Cleary the man isn’t as distressed as he thought.

But the fact remains, they still need to get to the man somehow and check him over, and he also needs to figure out a way to get the homemade monstrosity dragged back in. They circle around and find that the far side of the ball is actually and open area.

On his order, the other the other crewman with them grabs ropes and together the two of them tie up to the wheel, coming in as close as they can. He’s a little weary knowing that the man inside of the bubble doesn’t want his help, but he can’t just leave the guy out there in the middle of the ocean.

Luck is on his side though. As he reaches over to poke his head in, he gets a large whiff of bourbon and realizes that the guy inside is nearly passed out drunk. Killian can only hope the guy is too out of it to fight him. Especially since he’s going to have to go into the bubble alone to grab the guy. While he’s sure Emma is fit as a fiddle, he’s not sure that she could handle lifting a 150 pound man into their rescue boat. Especially since there’s a two foot gap between them and the ball opening.

There’s only one way in. Head first. It’s not graceful by any means, and he falls on his head as soon as his waist is free. The man inside makes no movement but Killian can hear some mumbled curses. Hell, he’s probably making some curse words of his own. There’s an empty bottle of Jim Beam next to the guy, and a small puddle that he’s praying is spilled bourbon and not urine.

Maybe it’s time to rethink his job. Rescuing drunk men from their own wee wasn’t exactly what he signed up for when he joined the coast guard.

The man isn’t heavy, but he is complete dead weight, doing nothing to help Killian when lifting him up. The ball starts to sway under their combined weight moving towards the hole and Killian just hopes the whole thing doesn’t topple over. As soon as he’s got the guy’s arms out of the hole and he see’s Jacobs has a hold on him, he steps back trying to redistribute the weight.

He’s also choosing to pretend that he didn’t just accidentally step in the puddle. He’s going to secretly swap his boots out with Liam’s the first chance he gets.

With the man safely in the back of the boat and Emma attending to him, Killian and Jacobs work out the best way to tie the hamster ball to the boat to drag it back to shore.

The ride back is uneventful, and when they arrive the base, there’s an ambulance waiting for them. He and Jacobs get the guy onto the stretcher and he’s off, no longer their problem. But the bubble is. It takes five grown men to pull the thing up on the docks and lift it onto a flatbed truck. He has no idea where they’ll take it. Maybe to impound lot?

He’s been so busy with the stupid ball that he hasn’t even realized that Emma is gone. Not until he looks around and he doesn’t see her or her med kit. It’s probably better that way. Between making an ass of himself earlier and then stepping in bodily fluids, he hasn’t exactly crushed it with her today.

Instead he does his check offs with the boat making sure it’s clean for the next go. There’s vomit in the back seat, because his day wasn’t already spectacular enough. After the boat is clean, he goes back to his desk working on the stack of papers, ignoring all of the jokes until the next shift comes in.

He’s tired and cranky as he heads out to his truck, ready for a shower and bed. But when he gets to the parking lot, he finds someone leaning against his bumper.

“Thanks to Bubble Boy I missed lunch and now I’m starving. How about you?”

He immediately forgets that all he wants to do is go to bed, telling her that he could eat. They pick out a restaurant before she heads to her own car to meet him there. It’s not really a restaurant as much as a dive bar that serves greasy food, but he’ll take it if it means spending more time with Emma.

They grab a booth and before he knows it, their table is filled with empty beer mugs and cleaned off plates. They talk, for the first time really.

He finds out the the guy now known as Bubble Boy is really named Will Scarlett. Apparently his girlfriend dumped him the week before so he decided to move to the Bahamas, but he couldn’t afford the flight ticket, so he built his own boat . He was going to ‘sail it’ somehow. Never mind the fact that he didn’t have any way of navigating or steering, or that he didn’t have any food or water with him.

He also finds out that she’s only in the coast guard to pay for med school. That’s she’s already applied and been accepted to the University of Miami so while she’s leaving the coast guard soon, she’s not actually leaving town.

Killian explains to her that he followed in Liam’s footsteps. That the water is in their blood, and that today aside, he can’t fathom ever doing anything else. That he always feels like people are looking down at him, like they don’t believe he deserves his position so he works twice as hard to prove himself.

It’s nice. The way they talk but don’t flirt. He feels like he’s really getting to know her. It’s weird, eating a meal with a woman with no expectations of sex later. No romantic interest. Well, he’s interested but she’s not and he’s not going to push whatever luck the universe has granted him.

When they part for the night, he thinks it’s a one time thing. They’d both had a really weird day and no one else would have understood exactly what they saw. But it’s not a one time thing. More often than not she drops by his desk to eat her lunch with him, or he’ll pop by the clinic to see if she wants to grab a drink after work. They don’t always have the same shifts and sometimes he misses her on her days off.

Well, he always misses her on those days.

Maybe it’s good practice though. He’s gotten used to her being around, and as of today, he’s only got two more days left with her. He’s not sure what he’ll do when she’s gone. When he has to go back to eating lunch with Liam or going home straight after work to an empty house. It’s going to be lonely.

Today, he goes to eat lunch with her though. The other medics are throwing her a goodbye party and there’s going to be cake. She promised him of that. And sure enough, there’s two in there. One is chocolate, which he knows for a fact she hates, and the other is vanilla. Her favorite. There are also presents. He has one for her too, but he’s saving it for her actual last day. There are speeches about how much everyone is going to miss her. About how the unit is losing one of the best people they’ve ever had.

He almost cries at the emotion of it all. Almost .

Emma does cry as she gives her own ‘I’ll miss you all’ speech.

He doesn’t see her before she leaves, and he can’t help but admit that it stings.

The next day he doesn’t see her at lunch either. He’s busy on a surprise training assignment from Liam. He actually barely makes it back in before his shift is over and he runs straight for the clinic to catch Emma before she leaves. He’s too late though.

The walk back to his own office is filled with his wallowing. He only stays long enough to grab his gym bag with Emma’s present still tucked inside. Liam invites him over to dinner with the family, but Killian just wants to be alone. There’s a bottle of rum calling his name.

He’s half expecting her to be waiting by his truck like she was that one night three months earlier, but she’s not. It hurts more than he wants to admit. He’ll likely never see her again. Miami is a big city. Too big to just bump into her.

He has two big drinks that night before he goes to bed before nine.

He’s dragging ass today. He’s not exactly hung over, but he feels off. Maybe he’s caught the bug that’s been going around. Around lunch time Killian admits defeat when Liam sends him home sick. His head is throbbing and everything hurts. He barely makes it home in one piece. He’s pretty sure he even ran a stop sign by accidently because his head is so foggy. He doesn’t even finish the tea he made before he falls asleep in the couch.

And when he answers the pounding on his door, he’s sure that he’s hallucinating. There’s no way Emma Swan is actually standing as his door with a container of soup and a bag full of cold medicine. But she is. And she refuses to leave when he tell her that he doesn’t want to get her sick as well.

So she stays and takes care of him. They eat the soup she brought and he takes the medicine she gave him. They sit on opposite ends of the couch and watch a Criminal Minds marathon on tv before he falls asleep. When he wakes up hours later his head is somehow in her lap and she’s running her hands through his hair.

He has to be hallucinating.

She leaves around ten that night, but she’s right back at seven in the morning with a box of pancake mix and orange juice. She stays again all day taking care of him, and by the time she leaves again he’s feeling much better.

She doesn’t come over the next morning, but that’s only because she has her first day of classes. He’s still got a tiny smidge of death lingering over him as Liam puts it, and his brother tells him to take one more day off. He spends it sanitizing every surface of his place and catching up on laundry.

He’s not expecting her to drop by after her classes, but she does. She brings pizza and beer, and they watch a random movie playing on TV. Or they sort of watch it. She talks through the entire thing telling him all about her first day. Not that he minds. He’d rather listen to her, especially when she’s just so damn happy.

He doesn’t see her the next day though, or even the one after that. He’s back at work and she’s either studying or going to bed early when he gets off. He’s not sure what he expected. She’s busy living her new life and her taking care of him was a one off. She felt bad for him.

Although part of him wonders how she even knew he was sick, or how she knew where he lived since they’d never shared addresses before.

It’s Friday night and he’s beat. Physically and emotionally. The hurricane missed Florida, but it was enough to bring some fairly bad weather to the area, and with it choppy waters.

And a disastrous rescue.

A family of four want out not realizing how bad the weather would be and their boat capsized. They were able to save the mom and kids, but they couldn’t find the dad. He searched. He really did, taking quite a beating in the process, but the dad was just gone.

It’s not easy making that call. Having to explain that to a family member.

He feels broken. Just so broken.

The weather hasn’t let up. It’s pouring rain and he doesn’t even bother to use his umbrella as he walks back to his condo. Instead, he lets the water penetrate his very soul. He’s barely holding it together, and when he gets to his door and finds Emma there holding a bottle of rum, he breaks, hugging her and holding on for dear life.

They go inside and she pours them each a glass. She doesn’t talk, just lets him sit in silence. It’s like she knows him better than he does. They’re on their second glass when he finally tells her what happened. She already knows though. He’s not sure how but he doesn’t care right now.

Not when she’s sitting next to him holding his hand. He falls asleep on her shoulder. He wakes a few hours later and she’s asleep next to him. His clothes are still wet and now hers probably are too. He can’t do anything about that though. What he can do is make her comfortable. So he goes to change into something dry and returns, picking her up and carrying her into his room, tucking her into his bed.

His couch is comfortable enough. He’s slept there plenty of times before, but he can’t sleep. Not when he can still hear that man’s wife screaming at him. Hours pass and he gives up the pretense of sleep. Instead, he makes enough coffee to fuel a small country. He makes too much. It’s enough that the smell of it wakes Emma.

She stumbles through the living room, looking very confused until she sees him. She doesn’t say anything, just walks out of his condo. He probably overstepped putting her in his bed. They’re friends, but there’s a line that he’s now crossed.

He’s sure she’s gone, but she comes back, dressed in pajamas, and he’s never been more confused.

“I actually live three doors down.”

No, now he’s the most confused he’s ever been.

She’s lived there the entire time and he never noticed. She also left him her phone number before she left. Or she thought she did. Turns out that she gave it to Sanchez to give to him and Sanchez left it on the wrong desk. When she called to find out why he hadn’t called her, and she heard he was sick, she ran to the store and then came to check on him. Apparently she’d seen him around and he’s just never seen her.

Sanchez also called her tonight, telling her that Killian might need a shoulder, so she didn’t hesitate to come over.

He doesn’t drink the coffee. Not when Emma grabs the mug from his hands and sets it back on the table, tugging him with her into his bedroom.

Nothing happens. They just sleep. The weight of her pressed into his side his enough to help him relax a little. He dreams about that night, wakes up shouting but Emma helps soothe him.

She saves him that night.

He has the next day off and wakes with the sun. Emma’s still asleep, likely exhausted because of him. He sets out to ready breakfast, swapping out the old coffee pot with a fresh one. The smell of it is enough to wake Emma again. He needs to shop. His food stash is getting low, but he had enough ingredients to make french toast. He’s still cooking it while Emma sets the table.

Like she belongs there.

They eat in relative silence. He’s still feeling raw and something feels off with Emma, but he doesn’t want to push it. He doesn’t want to push her, so he stays quiet.

He’s cleaning the dishes when she finally speaks.

“What am I to you?”

It’s enough to make him stop what he’s doing, turning of the water and setting down the plate he was just scrubbing.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what am I to you?”

He thinks on it. She’s his friend. That much he knows. She’s also the woman that he’s had a crush on for over a year. And if he’s really being honest with himself, she’s the woman he’s in love with. But he can’t tell her that. He can’t lose her.

“I think you’re probably my best friend.”

“And is that all?”

He’s not sure what she’s getting at. He’s not sure if he wants to know. Everything is great right now and he doesn’t want to screw it up by scaring her away.

“I’m not quite sure what your after, Swan.”

She takes a breath and for just a second he thinks he sees her holding back tears.

“Killian. I- You flirt with every girl you meet. You’ve dated everyone in my unit, and half of the other units on base. So what is so fundamentally wrong with me that I’m the only female in all of Florida that you aren’t interested in.”

He’s stunned.

“I’m sorry?”

It’s a question but she must not take it as such because she heading for the door right away. He’s closer though and blocks her from leaving.

“That wasn’t a statement. It was me asking for clarification about what’s happening right now.”

“It doesn't matter. Just forget I said anything.”

He can’t forget though. Not if she means what he hopes she does.

“Emma,” he has to grab her chin and force her to look at him. “When did I ever say I wasn’t interested in you?”

“Actions speak louder than words, Killian.”

Well if that’s what she believes, then he’ll just have to show her.

So he does.

He kisses her like his life bloody depends on it, and it very well might. If she walks out that door thinking he isn’t head over heels for him, then his life is over.

It takes more talking for him to explain why he’s never asked her out. That she’s too good for him and he was scared.

It takes more kisses too. He wants to be sure she really feels it.

And if it takes a night of wining and dining then so be it.

That night they sleep in his bed again, but they don’t actually sleep. Not until the sun rises at least.

#captain swan #captain swan ff #cs ff #bubble boy #wellhellotragic

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popstarryeyed · 5 years

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songs that remind me of the memes about Hozier being a forest spirit/fae creature. many songs on here are ones he has a personal connection to - songs by him, songs by his friends, songs by artists he admires, etc.

yes this took me a long time to put together, and yes, you can read an explanation of each song choice under the cut:

1. Nature Boy - Aurora

this is the song that gave me the idea for this playlist - i realized “a shy wise boy who wanders out of the forest to tell you about the power of love” is 100% how people on this site see Hozier. i chose to use this version instead of the original by Nat King Cole because a) this was the first version of the song i heard and therefore the one that inspired me and b) Aurora has a nature spirit vibe in her own right, so she had to be on this playlist.

2. Two Turtle Doves - Alana Henderson

she was part of Hozier’s backing band on his last tour (cello and vocals), and her music has a similar morbid-folky vibe. you should check her out.

3. My Lagan Love - Lisa Hannigan & The Chieftains

he mentioned that this was one of his favorite traditional Irish tunes in this interview, and he’s often mentioned being a fan of Lisa Hannigan. i bet he’s heard this version.

4. Exile - Enya

couldn’t make a playlist about Irish fae royalty without acknowledging Enya. this song is structured similarly to My Lagan Love and i’ve always really liked it so it got added.

5. Stolen Child - Loreena McKennitt

this is a musical setting of a W.B. Yeats poem about being abducted by faeries. he loves Yeats and people thing he’s fae. it’s perfect.

6. Blood Moon - Saint Sister

they’re opening for him on his European tour, and this song has a particularly magical energy. i’ve previously put it on a witchy playlist.

7. The Raid - Anuna

originally, i started making this playlist on youtube so that i could add and reorder more easily than on spotify, and the version i had there was the one with hozier singing on it. enjoy.

8. Velvet Green - Jethro Tull

in the track by track video for “In a Week”, Hozier explains that the song is about two lovers who go off to the hills to “do what young lovers do” and then die there. this song is basically that, except without the dying.

9. In a Week - Hozier

see previous.

10. Sweet Thing - Van Morrison

he’s covered it, so it was an easy pick.

11. Hounds of Love - Kate Bush

this song references running into the woods and finding a wounded fox. that very specific image also shows up in “In the Woods Somewhere”, and it was too perfect a coincidence to pass up. also i’m a huge fan of Kate Bush, and this album in particular is one of my favorites of all time.

12. The Bailey - Loah

she co-wrote Someone New, and i felt the vibe of this song fit the playlist. you should check her out, especially her feminist anthem “Nothing”.

13. Carry Me Out - Mitski

a little reference to the Hozier-Hades thing, with the line about the spirits leading her down to the Styx. also, long dark hair, flowers, and death feature in this song. can’t imagine why i’d connect those to Hozier.

14. Mother - Florence and the Machine

the Hozier mythos is often tied up with Florence, so she had to be here. this song in particular has her asking to be turned into a tree and a bird, two things that Hozier has also sung about (”NFWMB”, “Shrike”).

15. Angel Owl - Little Green Cars

Stevie Appleby, one of the lead singers of this band, is one of Hozier’s close friends. he did the tattoo, designed the Hozier logo, and drew this comic about “In the Woods Somewhere”. couldn’t not include him.

16. Deeper Devestation - Jesca Hoop

just felt like it fit the vibe. not every song on this playlist has a deep reason for being on here.

17. Pressing Flowers - The Civil Wars

the imagery in this song is exactly the kind of thing i was going for with this playlist - “we were branches pressing flowers” “meet me in the tintypes of long ago”.

18. Beast at the Door - Wyvern Lingo

Karen Cowley, who featured on “In a Week”, is in this band, and this song has the same energy as “In the Woods Somewhere”.

19. In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier

i’ve referenced it in three different descriptions so far, obviously it was going to be here.

20. My Love Will Never Die - Otis Rush

he’s covered it, plus i needed some old blues music on a Hozier playlist. there should really be more, but i am somewhat limited by my own music taste here.

21. Rollin’ Stone - Muddy Waters

he covered a little snippet of it here.

22. Lilac Wine - Nina Simone

it’s a Hozier-themed playlist, i can’t NOT include the woman he admires so much he named his EP after her.

23. El Condor Pasa (If I Could) - Simon and Garfunkel

"i’d rather be a forest than a street”

24. Color Song - Maggie Rogers

just a song about nature with crickets in the background.

25. Blackbird - The Beatles

he’s covered it.

26. Like Real People Do - Hozier

an adorable love song about being dug up from the earth, one of my favorite songs of his.

27. Drop in the Ocean - Hudson Taylor

they opened for him on his North American tour. i saw them. they were good.

28. A Trick of the Light - Villagers

he chose this song for a spotify playlist recently, and i just loved it, it’s so shimmery.

29. Plant Life - Owl City

this and Nature Boy were the only two songs on this playlist at one point. this song gets extra points for mentioning bears. as we all should know, Hozier enjoys a good bear.

30. Compass - Zella Day

i just like the imagery in this song. idk.

31. Better Than That - Suzanne Santo

she’s currently part of his touring band, and is opening for him in Europe. had to include her because she’s awesome.

32. Shrike - Hozier

i mean, obviously.

thanks for reading.

#hozier #nina's musical log #my playlists

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indescribablechoices · 6 years

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Masterlist (updated 06/09/20)

Fics are listed in chronological order according to story progression, not date of posting, and obviously some were written before books were fully released so I’ve taken some liberties with plots. Ones listed at the bottom are for future fics I plan to write, please feel free to send asks/prompts.

MC Masterlist

The Royal Romance (Liam Rys x Alicia Harper)

This Room Where You Should Be - After having her engagement party ruined by assassins, Alicia speeds towards a safe house with an injured Drake, not knowing what lies ahead; whether any of her friends or her beloved Liam made it out alive. (will direct to my old blog)

Wish Comes True - During an interview, Alicia gets herself in a twist over the thought of the holidays, and Liam makes a promise he intends to keep.

Piece by Piece - A year after their wedding as Alicia, Liam and the others celebrate her birthday.

Where You Abandoned Things - A figure from Alicia’s past turns up, and Liam learns why his wife has never spoken about her family before.

Reach In A Little Deeper - When a security threat leaves Alicia and Olivia trapped in a room together, things only get worse when Alicia goes into labour with hers and Liam’s first child.

Count On Me (Maxwell x Penelope) - Maxwell comes to Alicia for advice. Feelings and an abundance of platonic love follow.

Your Kingdom (D&D crossover) - After becoming Queen, Alicia begins to look back over her own family tree and finds some things she didn’t expect.

Side by Side - Liam and Alicia wake up together on their five year anniversary.

Lift Your Chin A Little Higher - Twenty years after the events of TRR, Liam’s daughter visits the gardens in Valtoria to reminisce about the past, hoping to find comfort for the future.

Enchanting Series (updated 28/04/20) - The story of Liam and Alicia’s daughter Lyra as she enters the social season in search of a husband. Familiar faces, sibling shenanigans and naturally; romance, all await along the way.

Perfect Match (Damien Nazario x Kai Park)

All I’ve Ever Learned From Love - Kai and Hayden have barely spoken since everything that went down with Eros in New York. During a quiet moment, he begins to reevaluate their relationship and what it means for the future. (will direct to my old blog)

Afraid of Falling - After talking with Hayden, Kai heads out to find Damien and finally fess up her feelings. But it seems Damien had the same idea.

Nobody But You (NSFW) - After admitting their feelings for each other, Kai and Damien let their desires get the better of them.

Indescribable - Kai’s life is falling apart when the truth about Damien is revealed. (will direct to my old blog)

Walking The Wire - A rewrite of the reunion scene with some memories more personal to my Kai and hers and Damien’s relationship.

Someone’s Bound To Get Burned - Kai and the others rescued Damien days ago, but he barely look at her. Kai confronts him, and an argument ensues.

Miss Me When I’m Gone - Kai and Damien talk about Nadia leaving in a quiet moment together. Discussions about the future ensue.

Take What Comes - Distracted texting leaves Kai in an awkward situation when her auto correct decides to propose to Damien.

Dancin’ Merrily - Kai and Damien spend their first Christmas together as a married couple with their family.

It Isn’t Easy - Damien heads home to Kai after a long day at work, but some discussions about the past may affect their future.

My Arms Will Hold You - Four times Kai Park woke up in Damien’s arms and one time she didn’t. Set across their years of knowing each other.

Dedicating Every Day To You - Kai wakes up in the middle of the night and Damien isn’t beside her. She finds him in the nursery instead.

Just One More Thing - Damien and Kai head to the local dog shelter and bring home a new member of the family.

Go Gentle - Kai receives a phone call from her children’s high school, listing off all of the trouble her son is in. She asks for an explanation from him and delves deeper than she planned.

(Damien Nazario x Hayden Young x Kai Park x Alana Kusuma)

Stay The Course - On the flight from Tokyo to San Francisco, Damien and Hayden take a moment to talk and clear the air for the first time since everything happened with Eros. Bonding and fluff ensue.

The Things That You Want - During a quiet afternoon in San Francisco, Damien asks Kai about her feelings for Hayden and makes a proposition that could benefit everyone.

Be Your Safety (NSFW) - After Hayden walks out in San Francisco, Kai goes after him, and a heart to heart leads to confessions.

The Human In Me - Damien comes home on his lunch break and interrupts more than a dance party.

How Long You Would Wait For Me (Alana x MC focused) - After receiving the worst news possible, Kai reflects on her relationship with Alana.

One So Small - Kai is in labour, and needs the people she loves around her.

So Snowy White - A little glimpse into one Christmas at the Nazario-Young household. Damien pulls a scam. Kai teases her boys. Hayden learns the meaning of a perfect memory.

Let Me Go Home (part one, TH:M crossover) - Eighteen months after the events in Monaco, Nina brings Sonia home to meet the family.

It Lives In The Woods (Andy Kang x Maggie Young)

Pull Me Closer - After their first kiss in the pool, Andy and Maggie head into the laundry room to dry off.

If I Only Could - Andy wakes up from surgery and realises that not everyone made it out of the ruins. (will direct to my old blog)

The Sharp Knife of a Short Life - Maggie decides to pay a visit to Jane and Noah’s mother after Noah’s ‘death’ in the ruins.

Tonight - Maggie is preparing to go to prom with her friends, but she can’t help but feel the absence of her boyfriend as he rests his still injured leg. But it seems that fate, and Andy, have other ideas.

It Lives Beneath (Tom Sato x Penn Vance)

A Love Like This - Tom and Penn spend a lazy afternoon together, and Tom has a sudden realisation.

The Haunting of Braidwood Manor (Eleanor Waverley x Hadley Byrd)

So Full Of Love - Hadley reflects on her time with Eleanor and begins to worry that she made the wrong choice.

When I Am With You - Hadley and Eleanor discuss their plans as the seasons begin to change and reflect on the time they’ve had together.

Your Kiss Is Like A Lost Ghost (AU) - AU in which Hadley is a reincarnated version of the original governess of Braidwood Manor, and when she returns in present day, she finds herself falling for Eleanor all over again.

Veil of Secrets (Flynn O’Malley x Marli Greene)

Running Out Of Words To Say - After the events of VoS, Marli heads home for real this time, but will either her or Flynn have the courage to tell the other how they really feel?

Bloodbound (Adrian Raines x Emeline Martinez)

All That Grace - Adrian has a beautiful night out planned for him and Emeline to prove his commitment to her, but her all too human immune system gets in the way. Though things always have a way of working out in the end…

It’s You And Me - An engagement party with Em’s family has Adrian wondering about the future, and the things they can and can’t have together.

We Can’t Tell The Future (AU) - What if Adrian hadn’t recognised Emeline in time when his body was overtaken by the serum? What if it had other lasting effects on his body?

Open Heart (Rafael Aveiro x Cora Chase) (Kyra Santana x Cora Chase)

Where You Belong (Rafael x MC) - AU. There is no attack on the hospital, and Rafael leaves Edenbrook for the last time. Cora realises that she has one chance before the man she loves is gone for good.

Guess I’d Rather Hurt Than Feel Nothing At All (Part One) - Months after their breakup, Cora and Rafael spend one more night together.

Just A Delicate Kiss (Part One.5) - Cora gets called into Ethan’s office, and her true feelings about Kyra come to light.

Everything You Kept Inside (Part Two) - After finding out that she is pregnant after a one night stand with Rafael, Cora has a lot to think about.

These Nights Never Seem To Go To Plan (Part Three) - Cora finally tells Rafael about the pregnancy.

America’s Most Eligible (Mackenzie Harris x Winnie Reed)

Me and My Ripped Jeans and You - Mackenzie goes over to Winnie’s apartment one afternoon and finds her girlfriend wearing her jacket.

My Sweet Honey Bee - Mackenzie and Winnie take the next step in their future together.

Desire and Decorum (Luke Harper x Jess Woodmire)

Let This Moment Be The First Chapter - Jess and Luke visit Luke’s estate together for the first time after its completion and their thoughts turn to the future.

No Beat, No Melody (AU) - The consequences of the duel.

A Garden You Never Get To See (AU) - The consequences of the duel, part two.

The One I Was Meant To Find (AU)

- Part One: Jess can’t take the pressure any more and runs away from the estate. Mr Harper comes to find her, and in the wake of an impending proposal, they finally admit their feelings for each other.

Losing Sight of You (AU) - Part Two: The morning after, Jess awakes with the man she loves, but she knows that this happiness cannot last.

Enough (AU) - Part Three: Left alone and scared for her future happiness, Jess knows that she has to do something before she finds herself wed to the Duke and torn apart from her beloved Mr Harper forever.

Your Kingdom (TRR crossover) - After becoming Queen, Alicia begins to look back over her own family tree and finds some things she didn’t expect.

The Heist: Monaco (Sonia Alves x Nina Nazario-Young)

This Woman Is My Destiny - Nina takes the biggest risk she’s ever taken, and Sonia gets a surprise visitor.

Let Me Go Home (part one, PM crossover) - Eighteen months after the events in Monaco, Nina brings Sonia home to meet the family.

Red Carpet Diaries (Matt Rodriguez x Bailey Johnson)

The Best Day With You - A little family fluff fic between Matt, Bailey and their daughter Sofia.

Across The Void (Sol x Bo Elara)

Oh, Let’s Get Lost - Sol and Bo take some time away to themselves, enjoying being in love on a distant planet away from everything else.

A Courtesan of Rome (Syphax x Korina x Sabina)

Lead Me Back Home (Syphax x MC focused) - Finally away from the grasp of Rome, Korina takes in the life she has built with the people she loves

Mother of the Year (Thomas Mendez x Lori Day)

Surrounded By Your Embrace - Thomas and Lori celebrate their two year anniversary together. Lori thinks back over their relationship and Thomas gets a present he wasn’t expecting.

Big Sky Country (Sawyer Oakley x Daphne Dehaven)

Scars On Our Hearts - After Sawyer is injured at the rodeo, he and Daphne get into a fight at the hospital about the decisions they’ve both made.

The Elementalists (Beckett Harrington x Hallie Russell)

Blades of Light and Shadow (Nia Ellarious x Aurora Feathertide x Imtura)

Nightbound (Nik Ryder x Willow Greeves)

The Royal Masquerade (Kayden Vescovi x Ophelia Aster)

Ride or Die (Mona x Rose Wheeler) (Ingrid Delaney x Rose Wheeler)

Distant Shores (Charlie Smith x Emily Hawthorne)

Unexpected Heiress (John Somerset x Marianne Hayes)

The Nanny Affair (Sam Dalton x June Martinez)

Queen B (Ian Kingsley x Briar Hughes)

Platinum (Shane Parker x Adelyn Oliver)

Sunkissed (Samson x Skylar Bell)

Wishful Thinking (Jaime Lewis x Kit Huxley)

Home For the Holidays (Holly Wright x Robyn Joy)

Baby Bump (Myra Dixon x Theo Cassidy)

Rules of Engagement (Leo Rys x Kaylee Buchanan)

Passport to Romance (Ahmed Khabbaz x Nell Shepherd)

#masterlist #I'm bored and should be sleeping so I'm doing some housekeeping #the royal romance #perfect match #it lives in the woods #the haunting of braidwood manor #america's most eligible #across the void #bloodbound #desire and decorum #veil of secrets

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sandstonesunspear · 7 years

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You’re Not My Mom, part 2

Here’s the second half of the You’re Not My Mom snippet.

TW: past-alcoholism, mentioned homophobia

@nerdsbianhokie here you go. I’m now off to write a paper that’s due at 8 AM tomorrow. This and part 1 will go up on AO3 tomorrow, if anyone’s interested in reading it there.

“Opie!” Dylan’s panicked voice was the first thing Alex heard when she walked through the door. A second later, 127 pounds of pre-teen boy slammed into her. She grunted. Before she could recover, Dylan’s babble hit her full speed.

“I didn’t mean it! You’re my mom, you and Maggie and Kara, you’re all my moms!” he rushed out. Alex didn’t even get the chance to respond. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Alex pulled him close. The twelve year old burrowed his face into her shoulder. His body shook with muffled sobs. She ran her hand against his hair.

“I know, ‘Lan,” she assured. “I know.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lucy and the others leave the room to give the two of them some privacy.

Dylan pulled away. His eyes were red. He had obviously been crying for hours.

“I think you and I need to talk, young man.” There was no anger in her words, only a statement of fact.

His shoulders slumped. He would’ve preferred her words be angry. At least that way he could tell what she was feeling.

Both sat on the couch. Alex took a breath. “Before we talk any further, I need you to listen to me, alright?” Dylan nodded. “I might not’ve given birth to you, but you’re my son in every way that counts. You hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” His confirmation was punctuated by another nod. “I really didn’t mean to say what I did, I just...I just got angry.”

The guilt in his eyes made Alex sigh. Truth be told, Dylan was an amalgamation of all of his parents. He was idealistic like Kara, determined like James, stubborn as hell like Lucy, protective like Maggie, and as impulsive as Alex was. Off all the traits that gave his parents headaches, it was his impulsiveness. It was partially due to his age, but also due to being raised by the Danvers-Olsen-Sawyer-Lane household. He’d seen first hand just how quickly Alex reacted to threats and the half-thought out plans that tended to follow.

“It happens,” Alex conceded. “But we’ve talked about you and your anger before.” Specifically, James and Maggie had. The two knew firsthand that the anger of a person of colour was viewed differently than the anger of a white person. A white individual could get angry and be lauded for expressing it. But if a person of colour got angry, it could end with them in cuffs at best, shot at worst.

Dylan hung his head.

“Hey,” Alex placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not scolding you right now. I’m just reminding you. I want you to be careful because I want you to stay safe.”

At first, Alex hadn’t understood why James and Maggie had warned Dylan to be polite to, but wary of the police. Maggie was a cop, and she and Lucy were federal agents (sort of). Law enforcement ran in his blood, so why should he afraid? Then she saw Maggie’s partner rough up two black teenagers just for wearing hoodies at the wrong place and time. It made her angry and then it clicked, making her painfully aware of her white privilege. It had been years since Rick, but the incident struck a chord of fear in her that she hadn’t felt in some time. From then on, she echoed the message that James and Maggie delivered whenever Dylan left the house.

“Do you think you can tell me what made you so upset earlier?”

Dylan bit his lip. Alex fought back a smile. It was such a Kara move.

“We’re supposed to do a family tree project at school.” Alex was aware. She had seen the paper on the dinner table. “I drew a picture of our family, of us, and I kinda followed Jimmy Parker, you know, the kid with three mom’s because both of his parents got divorced and remarried?”

Alex winced but nodded. Maggie had been called in for a nasty domestic dispute a year back involving the Parker family during the divorce.

“So I drew everyone out and connected everyone like I was supposed to, but Mrs. Harrington got mad at me!” A frown marred his face. “She said that I could only include Mom and Jeju because they were my real moms, but not you or Emem because neither one of you were my real moms!”

Alex’s frown matched his. She, personally, had never been fond of Nina Harrington. The woman always seemed to look upon her and Maggie with disdain whenever one of them went to pick up Dylan. Alex had just chalked it up to her being a woman who held ideals more suited for the 1950s, but now she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it.

“I tried to explain it to her, you know, and pointed out that Jimmy Parker had three mom’s but she just ignored me! She told me to do it over again, without you or Emem in it, or she’d give me a zero!”

Now, Alex was seething. She was going to have a word with Nina Harrington as soon as possible. Her hand flexed unconsciously.

Dylan huffed. “I made me upset because Jimmy’s three moms count as his real moms to Mrs. Harrington, but you and Emem don’t. And then I came home and I wanted to go to Anna’s house but…”

“I said no.”

“Yeah.” Dylan worried his lip. “And it was just, she said you weren’t my real mom. And it stuck, so when you said no…”

“You snapped out what was on your mind,” Alex finished.

He looked down guiltily. “Yeah…”

She let out a breath. She counted down from twenty in German, switching half way down to Kryptonese.

“First of all, me, Jeju, Mom, Emem, and Dad are going to have a word with Mrs. Harrington,” she started. “She shouldn’t have said any of that to you.”

“But why did she?”

Alex winced. Looks like we’ll be having that conversation.

“Because…” How best to phrase it? “Because we’re not a typical family, Dylan. Before you were born, your Dad and Mom were together for a little bit before they decided they would be better off as friends. Then Jeju and your Dad started dating with your Mom’s permission--”

“Why did Dad and Jeju need Mom’s permission to date?”

“Because they wanted to make sure that she was okay with the two of them being together and because they didn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

“Oh.”

“So,” she continued. “They started dating. And then Emem and I entered the picture while your Mom was pregnant with you. But the three of us didn’t start dating until after you were born.”

“So...Mrs. Harrington doesn’t said you weren’t my real mom because you and Emem are with Mom, while Dad and Jeju are together with each other?”

“Sort of?” It came out more as a question than Alex wanted it to. “Honestly, at this point, I think she’s just a raging homophobe.”

“A homophone?” Dylan had never been more confused in his life. What did being a word with two different meanings but similar pronunciations have to do with someone being mean?

“No, a homophobe,” Alex corrected. “Despite the latin roots present in the word, it means that she doesn’t like gay people.”

“But why?”

Alex shrugged. “I wish I had an answer for you, buddy.”

An easy silence fell between them. Dylan shifted nervously.

“Mom told me about the bad guy, Rick, she said his name was?” he spoke up.

Alex tensed. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have right now. Both of them were still raw, despite what the levity in the earlier discussion might have implied.

“Did you really cut the tracker out of your arm using a credit card?” Dylan’s question threw her for a loop. Of all the things she’d been expecting him to ask, that certainly hadn’t been one of them.

“I did.” After I spent the better part of 20 minutes trying to put my fist through the glass.

“Mom said that he took me.”

“He did.” And he kept you just out of reach. Rick had kept Dylan’s car seat in the darkness so that Alex could only hear him, not see him. He wailed his fear for what felt like hours, despite her best efforts to keep him calm. And then he fell silent. Alex had never felt more fear than when Dylan’s cries stopped. Only when he started up again did she feel like she could breathe. The cycle went on forever. The logical part of Alex knew that all he was doing was crying himself to sleep, but the parent in her had been terrified that he was dying every time he stopped wailing.

“You got him, though right? ‘Cause mom said you punched him pretty good!”

Alex laughed. “I did. Broke his nose.” Wanted to break more than that, to be honest.

Dylan looked down and kicked at the carpet. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Alex exhaled and ran her fingers through her hair. “Because at first, you were too young to understand,” she admitted. “And then, as you got older, I thought it would be better if we didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you.”

She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have to understand, I’ve done a lot of things for my job, not all of them good, all in the name of protecting the people I love.”

“Like Jeju.”

“Like Jeju,” Alex nodded. “So the first time I held you in my arms, I was terrified. You were so small, so fragile. But in that moment, I made a promise to your Mom that I would do anything to keep you safe. After the Rick incident, I promised myself that I would never do anything to put you in a situation like that ever again.”

“But it wasn’t your fault.” From the way Lucy had made it sound, that Rick guy had taken Alex by surprise.

Alex smiled sadly. “You’re right.” It had taken years of therapy and a 12 Step program to get her to see that. “But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t blame myself Dylan. I wanted to do nothing but protect you, to keep you safe, to make it so that you wouldn’t be afraid. I figured that if I did tell you what happened, you’d be frightened.”

“But you beat the bad guy.” How could he be afraid when Alex beat the bad guy? She always beat away the monsters, be they on the streets or under the bed or in the closet.

“There are other bad guys out there, Dylan, some that are much worse than Rick.” Like my father. Ten years later and Jeremiah Danvers was still a sore spot for her.

To Alex’s surprise, Dylan gave her a tight hug.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Opie,” he said seriously. “Because I’m okay. And I’m not afraid, because my moms, my real moms, can beat any guy who tries to mess with our family.”

Tears welled up in Alex’s eyes. She buried her face into his shoulder and chuckled wetly.

“I love you, Opie.”

“I love you too, Dylan.”

#dylan olsen lane #my writing #supergirl #director sanvers #maggie sawyer #alex danvers #Lucy lane #kara danvers #james olsen #karolsen

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auswriteforyou · 7 years

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Tough Love. (Chicago Med; Halstead Family)

Prompt: Hii!! Can you please write an imagine where the reader is will halstead's twin sister and she's a surgeon in Chicago med, and she teases him about his crush of Natalie (before he started dating Nina, of course)?? I really love your blog, you're very talented!! 💕

Pairing: Halstead Siblings being cute af. Mentions of Rhodes.

Fandom: Chicago Med with a sprinkle of PD.

"If she stare at her a little harder, she might do a trick." The folder landed with a smack on the desk, Will's gaze ripping away from the woman of his affection and to his twin sister. She had a smug smirk on her face, one that he could remember her chubby cheeks spreading into when she was only a tot. She was all grown up now but she would always be his little (by four minutes) sister. Especially when she was teasing him like this.

"Ha ha, very funny." He ruffled her hair, ignoring the scowl she gave him as she tightened her high ponytail. "I was just making sure she's okay. We have a tough case and the dad's being extra about it."

"You did not just say extra- you're so old!" She teased, punching his arm as he reached for her hair again. "But for real, why don't you just ask her out? You obviously like each other."

"Oh please, I'm Ed Sheeran and she's Beyonce."

"Okay, first of all, Ed Sheeran can get it. Boys cute." He made a face, he couldn't stand when she talked about liking boys - even famous ones. "And you're more Chuckie, and he was getting all the girls."

"He was a murderous doll." She scrunched her nose in confusion.

"Uh, he was a precious baby?"

"He was a ventriloquist's murder doll."

"Wait, wha- Not Chucky, Chuckie from Rugrats! Not the creepy ass fucker from the horror movie. Jeez, not even I'm mean enough to call you that, for goodness sake." She exclaimed, laughing as he still made a face. That wasn't a compliment. It was less of an insult but it still wasn't a compliment.

"Still, it's a stretch." He sighed, signing his name on a release form as he turned to walk away from her. She was a meddling kid who always had his back, enough so that tears almost sprung to his eyes when she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind before he could leave her. "Sis," Her face was pressed into his back.

"Okay, I'm going to be really affectionate for a moment and if I look at you, I'll get emotional so just listen to me. I love you more than anything, don't tell Jay, and you deserve all the happiness in the world. That might or might not be the ice queen but don't you dare think that you aren't good enough, handsome enough, smart enough, anything enough for her. In a world of ugly, you are a Connor Rhodes."

He couldn't help but laugh, turning so he was cradling his little sister to his chest. She meant the world to him, even if 90% of their relationship was teasing each other. She always knew what to say to him, she always knew how to make him smile. "I love you."

"Love you more- oof! What the - Jay! What are you doing here?" She groaned, being squished tightly by both her brothers now.

"What I can't just visit my two favourite surgeons? Although, I am offended a Halstead family hug is going on without me." Jay winked at Will, both of them scooting closer so she was officially squished and she groaned. "I'm kidding, I have a case."

"Yeah, me too. A case of idiotic brothers who are trying to squeeze my insides out through my eyeballs." She heaved, barely able to breath between these two lugs. Why did she love them?

"Dr. Hals- Female Halstead." Maggie corrected, eyeing the group suspiciously. Her head popped out of the cuddle and Will had to laugh at her disheveled hair and red face. "Rhodes is requesting your assistance on a surgery."

"Oh thank goodness, let me go." She wiggled her way out of the sandwich, tapping them both on the foreheads with her palm as a parting sign. "Both of you are handsome, so get the sticks out of your ass and go get your girls! I have a surgery to perform."

As she disappeared through the halls, Will turned to Jay.

"Who is she to talk? She hasn't had a boyfriend since fourth grade." Jay gave him a smirk. Will followed his brother's pointed finger to the gun on his hip.

"Yeah, I have made sure of that."

Little did they know, Rhodes didn't even have a surgery scheduled; he just wanted to see you.

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groovycatcollector · 4 years

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 8

“We look like a danm ‘Baby and Me’ group” I joked, sitting across from Carl in the kitchen. Both of us had put our kids on the floor with pillows around them, making it a sort of make-shift baby fort. I poured us both some water before grinning like a mad woman with my chin resting in my hands.

“Who is she?” I sang, knowing I was irritating him. He plonked his big cowboy hat onto the table “If you’re gonna be annoying I can ask someone else” Carl looked as if he was trying to be an adult, and I looked as if I was trying to be a kid, bit of an odd pair.

“Who are you gonna talk to? Eugene? Morgan?” I was poking the bear, suddenly I pretended to be horrified, sitting back in the seat. “Oh no” He looked puzzled “Oh sweet Jesus no” I exclaimed. “You” I jolted forward pointing an accusatory finger at him “You were gonna talk to Abraham weren’t you?”

He looked at me blankly, arms crossed “Nina” I sat back, my outburst over. “I’m just saying he’s shit with the ladies” I missed goofing around with people, Carl reminded me of Beau, the baby’s daddy; Serious, a bit shy but as sweet as sugar on the inside. “Seriously who is she” I said again, a bit more serious. “Or at least what kind of person she is”

He talked, talked a good bit, and even though it obviously was Enid he still wouldn’t confess. I’ve seen her walking around, she was pretty, also the only girl his age. “Well, what does she like?” I was spinning my web was master match making, I missed this. “Find something your both into, make it a thing. Know anything she likes?” He shrugged, oh Jesus save me,teenaged boys

“Okay, what do you like about her?” Carl paused “Shes smart, and pretty” okay… not much to go on “Have you expressed any interest?” He was rubbing his knees and his face was getting redder by the minute. “Okay well complement her, for a start. Or maybe start off my showering, that’s always a good place to start. Then find something you’re both interested in and go from there”

Carls face lit up like he had an idea “I know what to do” I could barely blink before he had swept up his hate and Judith and nearly ran out the door. Letting out a sigh I sat back

“Okay then”

I needed to get ready anyways, I was going on a run with Spencer Daryl and

“Seriously stop thanking us, we can use the practice” Glenn scolded taking the bag of formula as Maggie bounced the baby on her lap while I shrugged the kami jacked I found in storage over my shoulders. I smiled, grateful to the couple that they consider babysitting “practice” for their oncoming child, still, I needed to go on this run, wanting to find a gift for the two to them as a congratulations present, and a few other things.

Glenn set the bag down on the counter “So feed every two hours, if he cries we check the diaper, feed, and bounce”

I rolled my eyes, he had a look on his face like he was saying this more for me then him. I crossed my arms, knowing what he was doing “Yes, okay you got it” I admitted, throwing my hands up in defeat. He leaned agents the island “He’ll be fine, stop stressing” I looked down and back up at him, I know he will be; especially with Glenn and Maggie. Taking a deep breath I decide to ask them.

I twitched my nose. “Hey Mag, could you come over here?” Her head darted in my direction, before standing, keeping the baby close to her chest. I shuffled my feet, brushing my hair out of my face “So you know how he’s being baptized in a few days?” They looked calm, Sweet Jesus I hope they say yes. “W-W-Well” Oh no, I started stuttering again, I could never shake that habit off “I was wondering” Fuck sake, deep breath “Wouldyouliketobehisgodparents?”

They stared at me blankly, “What” Maggie asked, before a wash of understanding washes over her face, and her shoulders relax. “Just in case anything happens to me, I want to know he’ll be well looked after" I explained desperately, my hand moving way too much for it to look natural.

Glenn glanced at Maggie, who smiled back “Of course we will” Glenn said, reaching out and touching my Bicep. A wave of relief washed over me, relaxing my muscles. “Thank you” I said, genuinely grateful. “When is the christening?” Maggie asked, starting to bounce the Baby I have yet to name in her arms. The other name threw me off and I tried to remember

“In a few days, Gabriel said he needed to refresh his memory of Catholic baptisms” Maggie nodded “Just tell us the morning of and we’ll be there” She smiled, and I hoped that they understood what they were getting into.

I sat in between Daryl and Spencer in the pick-up truck waiting for the turn off into the small town, where hopefully we’d fine a few shops that still had a few products inside. I could them some baby clothes, or some wood and make them a crib. Spencer attempted to make small talk over Daryl’s useless stick driving but to no avail; both Daryl and I were focused on other matters. My leg occasionally bumping agents Daryl’s or Spencer’s thighs, causing Daryl to tense his arms agents the wheel and Spencer to move closer to me.

After knocking on the window we strolled into the shop, all armed with only hand knives, Spencer staying close behind as I followed Daryl. The store was dark and silent, expect for a few bangs of a stuck Rotter. Scanning the shelves, seeing a few boxes of incense, I figured it must have been a bit of a Hippie shop. Shoving whatever labelled ‘Natural Remedy’ into my rucksack; only a few bottles of oils and dried herbs.

“I’m gonna check the back” I called out, heading towards that door that said ‘employees only’ where the nagging was coming from.

Daryl shot me a look “Nah, I’ll get the walkers in a sec,”. Rolling my eyes at his dismissal I opened the door to the back. The second my hand pulled the handle back I knew I fucked up. The walker over powering me, and knock me to the floor.

Shit. Shit. His teeth biting and snapping towards my neck getting out a grunt I tried to bring my knife up to his head, but I couldn’t reach.

The only thing blocking his jaws from my neck was my forearm. Shit, I tried to kick my legs, trying to knock him over, but that only made him get closer to my face. I pushed the rotter back a little, just about to get my knife through its temple, but a knife went through his eye, inches away from my chin away from my chin.

Throwing him off of me I gasped for air .My ‘savoir’ spoke “Fuck Nina I told you I’d get it” I looked to Daryl standing over me, with a red face and veins pulsating in his neck. I propped myself up on my elbows “I had him” I huffed in annoyance. “Shit was reckless and you know” Jesus I feel like I’m being scolded for sneaking out on a school night. Spencer had slipped behind me into the store room.

Pushing myself to my feet I stand only a few inches away from him “I said I had him” Daryl stepped back. “Really? It didn’t look like it. Actually it looked like you were about to get bit” My temper was getting the better of me, I would have apologized if he didn’t have his finger in my face. I slapped it away, the dark shop making him seem more threatening, but this only pissed me off more.

Jesus Christ what is wrong with him. “I said I had it Dixon” I spat, turning on my heel and walking into the back. Obviously Daryl didn’t feel like this conversation was over, he grabbed my arm and was about to open his mouth to scold me.

I quickly decided that I wasn’t listening to a lecture before blurting out an “I’m sorry”. He dropped my arm, his eyes were a stern blue trying to read me. I’m a good liar, I know that much, but see saw threw it. He squinted his eyes before walking past me into the back.

“Clothes, shitty CD’s and candles mostly” Spencer announced as we walking in. It was dark due to the lack of windows, turning on my torch so I could get a better look “Take the clothes, they can be used has bandages” I said.

I strained my eyes trying to read the labels on boxes threw the dust. I brushed the curls off my face finding a book. “Natural Births: A Doulas Guide”, perfect, now I’ve a little thank you present for the godparents

Stuffing clothes I thought could be bandages I looked down, and saw a purple scarf and smiled at the genital colour. Hesitating to pick it up, it felt so wrong to even consider something frivolous at the end of the world.

Actually, no it didn’t. Fuck it I want a pretty head head scarf. I put my rucksack down warped it around my head once, just enough to keep the hairs off my face.

I walked over to the boys hearing a few laughs and a few “fuck yeahs” after curiosity got the better of me. They were kneeling down over three or four boxes, and peering over I could just about see glass bottles.

Spencer turned, smiling while handing me one of the mixed matched bottles. “This has been a great day” He beamed before turning back to the boxes. I brought my torch up to the bottle, no label.

I cautiously unscrewed it, taking a whiff. Immediately regretting it as the smell burnt my nose hairs. Regret soon turned into pure joy after registering what I smelt

Moonshine.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part Five Part six Part seven

Part nine Part ten Part eleven

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