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mayyourshipsbewithyou · 3 years

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Things I loved about In the Heights

-The sounds of the city are part of the music of the opening song

-The frame story is the only way this story should be told; the story only works if it shows the results of Usnavi's decision to stay

-Anthony and Lin shaking hands

-Yay to random mixed race couple asking for directions

-“I hope you’re writing this down I’m gonna test you later” only makes sense with kids

-Showing different residents of Washington Heights provides scale

-I’m not sure about the decision to cut Camila, but if it means less Nina drama, then I love it

-I love how Usnavi has his friends’ orders all ready to go

-LOVE how Usnavi announces Benny’s entrance

-Everything about Vanessa in this movie is perfect=> she’s given so much more depth, her beauty is downplayed, she’s kind of a nerd, but has a beautiful smile

-Nina’s heels=> metaphor for her reaching for the stars

-I love the actress that plays Nina; she’s the right age and her singing voice is so sweet

-Nina’s hair is straight when she’s at school; as soon as she comes home, it’s curly=>she can be herself at home

-When Nina turns around and sees the crowd of people counting on her=> I felt that

-I love seeing Nina get her acceptance letter; I remember what that was like for my brother

-Camila must have died while Nina was at college in this version; Nina lost her mother recently which helps explain her different reason for dropping out; she feels lost

-I don’t know why Sonny is using this deep voice, but I love it!

-Whoever decided to have 96,000 take place at the pool is a genius

-The graphics at the beginning of 96,000 are good for helping regular people understand the rap

-Pete just put his arm around Sonny=> are they dating?

-Sonny yelling 96,000 as he enters the pool=> the sound design

-Pete nodding along to Usnavi=> sucking up to the family

-Usnavi is such a proud cousin-uncle during Sonny’s part in 96,000

-Vanessa making her “I'll be downtown” walk down a ramp

-The dancer doing flips is now a diver doing spins into the pool

-On stage, the lighting was dark; in the movie, it’s underwater

-The circles of people in the pool reflect the zeros in 96,000

-Lin and Chris being rivals is perfect; their bromance is everything

-Nina and Benny being together before the events of the movie means they are the beta couple and have less drama than Usnavi/Vanessa which is how it should be

-Benny joins in during “on that fire escape”=> like West Side Story

-Benny’s “Let me in” against the fence is hilarious

-Nina and Benny are FUN, not angsty like in the original

-Nina following the little girl=> following herself, following her dreams which eventually lead her to the sea; all of this is done while she’s talking about her past

-Nina and Benny instrumental™ part 1 in the middle of “When You’re Home”, Benny interrupts=> their story isn't complete yet

-Benny says he believes in her without discounting her feelings

-Everyone loving Nina=> I finally get it

-Nina is home geographically and with people who love her

-Benny is Nina’s home

-In the Heights is about how dreams are great, but the life you have now can be so beautiful

-Nina’s hair during the dinner/club scene is great

-Usnavi is wearing his dad’s hat for his date with Vanessa; he knows that she is to him what his mom was for his dad

-Family dinners are the same in every culture

-Awkwardness of long-time friends going on a date

-Vanessa offers Usnavi his first drink of the night; he thinks that’s what she wants; because why would she want him and only him?

-Usnavi whispering in Vanessa’s ear is so sexy

-Love that Benny is on Nina’s side instead of being mad at her

-I wonder if they thought 5 years of Benny working for Kevin was too much or too little since they changed that line to "all these years"

-Benny’s reactions to Vanessa dancing at the club are hilarious

-Vanessa laughing at Usnavi dancing with someone else

-Nina is always smiling and laughing at the things going on around her; not as self centered

-Nina and Benny dancing at the club=> all of the yeses

-Usnavi is too nervous about being alone with Vanessa that he un-dated himself; he wasn’t quite ready

-Love that they consciously cut all the “Usnavi, help me” parts=> Vanessa is not a victim

-Fireworks are a romantic setting for Sonny and Pete, just saying

-Usnavi/Benny/Nina talking about the fourth member of their square gives me feelings; I need more of these four in fanfic, my dreams

-“I got to wait for Vanessa”=> the stuff dreams are made of

-Benny is such a good person; he’s even better than the original which is what he deserves

-Usnavi is relieved to have Vanessa call his name

-“Don’t walk away from us tonight”=> great addition

-To give Usnavi and Vanessa some of Nina and Benny’s original lines is to see the face of God

-The first time I saw this, I’m ashamed to admit, I thought Benny was going to steal money from the dispatch; I was a fool

-Dancer with fireworks on his shoes

-Benny is smart and good; he isn’t doing this for Kevin or Nina but for the people of New York

-Abuela was able to see stars again on the last night of her life

-I’m sad Blackout isn’t exactly the same but the orchestral parts that cover up what is unsaid is so beautiful it makes up for it

-Abuela’s family is her “fireworks”; they are what light up the Heights

-Sonny came to Usnavi instead of being with his dad during the blackout; his real family

-Abuela’s smile as she looks at her family while reflecting on her childhood is the most beautiful thing there will ever be

-Paciencia y Fe as a dream sequence is how it was meant to be

-The transition on the subway from reality to memory

-Paciencia y Fe is a mixture of cultures; like Abuela’s memories

-“Wide awake”=> stepping off the subway

-The same actress played Abuela on Broadway and in the movie

-Abuela may be in a musical, but she’s still an old woman

-“As I feed these birds”=> back to the present

-Calor means heat in Spanish but in English it sounds like color

-Abuela dying during the night of the blackout is perfect

-Usnavi saying “she was just here” twice: when she was literally just there and many years, maybe a decade, after the fact

-Usnavi’s daughter is the life that goes on after Abuela is gone

-Usnavi and Nina crying together

-Those closest to Abuela are inside and everyone else is outside

-Iris was sitting on the outside and now she’s in the middle; needed comfort from her friends

-“Should we take a break?”=> we’re past the point of an intermission

-“No daddy, keep going”=> does this look like a stage production to you? It’s a fucking movie

-There isn’t a clear point for an intermission; the action stays strong over where the intermission should be; this is a movie, not a play, and movies don’t have intermissions

-Everyone’s holding candles; like the stars Abuela loved so much

-Iris called Usnavi Daddy for the first time because that was the point in the story where he needed to hear that the most

-“I thought about the people I care about the most, I thought about you”

-Anthony makes Usnavi sexy in a way Lin never could

-So many people love Vanessa, but no one better than Usnavi

-Abuela paid to have Camila's napkins cleaned after all

-Usnavi is the kind of parent that doesn’t sugarcoat life

-Vanessa listed no emergency contacts even though she had people

-“That’s senorita to you”=> yes girl, get it

-Love Daniela for getting everyone out of their asses

-“Tonteria” means foolishness=> the more you know

-How fast Carla says no to “ask me why” shows how quickly she wants to please her love

-Usnavi’s Nueva York t-shirt=> I need it

-Daniela’s first effect being on a woman whose hair is terrible

-Carla pushing that man away from her woman with a bullshit excuse

-My friend was laughing at the parts that were meant to be jokes

-Usnavi’s entrance being announced in Carnaval del Barrio; just like Benny in the opening song

-“There’s nothing holding me down”=> assuming he was rejected

-The different communities dancing with their flags

-Nina being part of Carnaval del Barrio is great

-Even Kevin, kind of an old man, can get down

-Since Nina and Benny sex scene wasn’t shown on screen (praise Jesus), I have to assume Nina told Daniela even though she knows she’s a huge gossip

-Everyone stops because Sonny, a kid, starts singing

-Vanessa and Sonny are so powerful together

-Vanessa’s hand on Sonny’s shoulder

-A kid providing Usnavi with the “flag I’ve got in my hand”

-Usnavi and Vanessa dancing together is muy romantico

-Everything about Nina’s appearance in “When the Sun Goes Down”

-“Let me just listen to my block”=> peak Nina

-Abuela wrote “for Usnavi” on her lotto ticket 😭

-They cut so many songs but kept Champagne=>I love their priorities

-The pause before “you outta stay”

-Everyone has such great chemistry; especially Usnavi and Vanessa

-The choreography in Champagne is what I’ve always imagined

-Usnavi didn’t have time to cash in because Vanessa came over

-Vanessa and Pete friendship for the win

-“Best days of my life” is said thrice=> good things come in threes

-Usnavi staring at the room where Vanessa kissed him

-Iris knows he stayed; she loves her dad so much

-Usnavi looking out his window in Washington Heights and seeing his friends on his dad’s beach

-When Usnavi talks about Kevin at the dispatch, the camera flashes to an abandoned building

-“Vanessa at the salon”=> Usnavi sheds a tear

-Vanessa being front and center during Usnavi’s decision to stay

-Hearing the sounds of the beach during the unveiling

-It’s all about Vanessa=> perfection

-Lin being at the ending is perfect no matter the context

-“Say it so it doesn’t disappear”=> the sad reality is your neighborhood probably will disappear

-Usnavi telling his daughter “you’re it” is everything

-Iris understanding all of the little details of her father’s store now that she knows his story

-Iris is the goddess of the rainbow like the light that appears when water appears on a sunlit day

-“Man, you talk forever”=> that’s so “How I Met Your Mother”

-Iris has a necklace of seashells, like the islands

-Vanessa would sooner get wet than let go of Usnavi’s hand

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ddaenggtan · 3 years

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say you want passion (i think you found it) | M

you’re a tease. he’s tired of it.

pairing | shownu x fem!reader

wc | 6.5k

genre/warning | Covid doesnt exist sorry, big dick shownu, sweetheart shownu, dom shownu, sub reader, shownu is called hyunwoo in this, he also likes to be called daddy dont judge, sloppy blowjobs, but still, blowjobs, Shownu eats pussy like a CHAMP, Strength Kink, praise, degradation, degrading praise, this is HIGHLY specialized, you've been warned, deepthroating, DEEP deepthroating at that, nsfw pictures, aka shownu likes to remember it when he does a good job so he takes a picture bc it lasts longer uwu, talking with your mouth full (ill let u guess), doggystyle, teasing, brief nipple play, hickeys, begging, dumbification, rough sex, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, coming inside, gspot shenanigans, this is genuinely so unrealistic please do not think sex is like this ever in real life, i mean literally ever if you ever fuck someone and it's like this then they aren't real they're a fae or a god or some shit okay, aftercare, shownu uses 3-in-1 because He Does, Barely Edited by the grace of @personawife‘s beta that she fit in when she could ilu,

a/n | first n last shownu smut specifically bc its leilas birthday (@honiboyyoon). u better enjoy this. (side note for anyone who isn’t into shownu smut, but is curious: there’s a namjoon version on ao3 that i’ll link here), but this took entirely too much effort and i did my damndest to fit as many things that ur into in this one fic as i possibly could. i hope this makes up for u probably never getting the vampire maknae line foursome i kept promising you sdfkldjsfasdf

The front door opens as you step out of the car, and you grin as your boyfriend appears in the frame. He grins at you and your best friend and you search his expression for a sign of anything other than his usual sweetness, but find none. You resist the urge to pout - you won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Good luck!” Your best friend teases. You roll your eyes at her - she knows precisely what you envisioned upon arriving back to the quaint little house you call home with Hyunwoo. It’s the reason you wore this outfit, and tried on the clothes you did whilst shopping, and sent him selfies in the poses you did.

You’re on a mission, dammit. It’s been weeks - literal weeks, not even an exaggeration - since you were properly fucked, and you’re fairly tired of prancing around the house in your shortest shorts and deepest v-necks so that when you bend over just right to water your fern, he gets the perfect eyeful. It’s exhausting to try to send all these signals all day every day - but you know how flustered he gets when you ask him directly, so you tried a different tactic. You were being nice!

And it hasn’t worked. At all. He’s offered to help you water your plants, to let you borrow his flannel pajamas in case you’re cold, and even to buy you a sweater, at one point.

In August.

So suffice to say, you’re getting a little tired of him being oblivious. So you’d called up your best friend and invited her to go shopping with you, and yes, it was also very fun to hang out with her and get boba, but she’s also the master of hyping you up and making you feel sexy and desirable, so it was truly a win-win.

Plus, she color-coordinated her own houndstooth pantsuit with your pink houndstooth skirt/blazer combo, so really, you should send her a fruit basket or something. Maybe cookies.

The point remains that your boyfriend hasn’t responded to any of your borderline pornographic selfies or the very pointed videos of you holding various sex toys and asking if it would fit. You’re at your wit’s end, and you were really hoping that it would truly get through to him this time that you want nothing more than to be railed against the mattress so hard that you cry.

You’re a simple girl, after all.

But no! He’s got that sweet smile on his face as you carry your shopping bags in one hand and your purse in the other, carefully sidestepping the cosmos he’d just planted the other day so you wouldn’t step all over his hard work. His smile widens when you reach the door, and he presses a sweet, gentle kiss against your forehead that has you on the verge of tears.

He waves again to your best friend as she drives off, and as usual snags your shopping bags out of your hand so he can place them beside the door. You’ve already pulled your blazer off to hang in the entryway closet by the time he’s shut the door, and you gasp as you’re jerked back. His hands are on either side of your head, braced against the front door like it’s the only thing keeping him up, and you struggle to focus on anything that isn’t the way his muscles flex.

“Do you have any idea what today was like for me?” He growls. The sound of it brings heat between your thighs, and you resist the urge to cheer.

“Sorry, should I not have sent you any selfies today?” You ask, keeping your voice as light and innocent as you can. He makes eye contact with you; there’s a fire in his eyes you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. “Did you not like them?”

“You know damn well what I thought of them,” he mutters, one hand coming down to rest on your hip. “I’ve tried so hard lately, y’know? The tiny shorts with your ass hanging out, the shirts that show everything when you bend over. God, the bending.”

“Really?” You breathe. It’s always exhilarating to know that you’re desired, but this is nearly heady. He fixes his gaze on you, eyes burning, and your smile softens slightly.

“I was trying,” he says, clearly holding himself back, “To be a good boyfriend. To make sure that you know that I want more from you than just sex, and that I value you as more than just someone attractive. I was trying so hard to prove that you– that we have more between us than that. That I respect you more than that.”

“So don’t respect me.” You say it like it’s obvious, because it is. You’ve been laying down signals galore the past few weeks, and clearly he did not get the memo.

“I’m always going to respect you,” he says instead, sighing slightly as he leans in to press his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to disrespect you, you’re worth more than that. But fuck, all I wanna do is fuck you stupid right now.”

“Please,” you whisper, biting your lip. It’s all you’ve wanted for weeks and now you might finally - finally - get it. “Disrespect me, daddy.”

The hand on your hip tightens, no doubt bruising the skin, and you gasp at the feeling. Hyunwoo makes eye contact - just long enough to make sure that you’re on board for whatever it is he’s about to do.

He could probably suggest a number of things that you’ve never considered and you’d say yes, at this point - you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re desperate.

The hand on your hips lowers - he traces all the way down your thigh and to the back of your knee before travelling back up, this time under your skirt. He kisses you as he does it - long, heated kisses that make your head spin so perfectly that you don’t know what he’s doing until he glides a finger across your clothed core.

You gasp into the kiss, but it doesn’t deter him. He pulls down, kissing and biting down your jaw to your neck as his fingers trace over you once more. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“You’re already soaked,” he tuts. “You’ve ruined this pair, princess. How naughty of you. Would you like daddy to take them off?”

“Yes!” You moan as his fingers ghost over your folds once more.

“Yes what?” He asks, and you could cry with how much you want him.

“Yes, daddy,” you tell him, and he smiles once more. It’s blinding, how bright he is when he smiles like that, and for a second you’re breathless. Then you feel them - his hands, burning a trail along your thigh to tug at the band of your underwear. It only takes him a few seconds to pull them down as he bends, and he kisses your thigh as he brings one of your legs up so he can slide them off completely.

He was right - they are ruined, the evidence of your arousal immediately apparent by the large wet spot in the center. He doesn’t bother to slide them off your other leg, though - just lets them hang from your ankle, no doubt as a reminder of how strongly he affects you.

He presses kisses to every bit of skin he can as he stands fully upright once more, suckling a mark into your collarbone that you’ll absolutely cherish when you have to cover it up before work tomorrow.

His hands don’t leave your thighs - warm and strong and utterly distracting, you can’t take your mind off them as he kisses you again, heady and intoxicating. You feel it as one hand travels back underneath your skirt again, gliding between your thighs.

A moan sticks in your throat as his fingers slide in between your folds - the feeling of them teasing against your hole before they move to rub light circles into your clit is nearly too much to handle.

“Hyunwoo, please–”

“Patience,” he interrupts. You can hear the smile in his voice as he slides over your hole once more, spreading your arousal across your lips before teasing your clit again. “Good girls have patience, right, princess?”

You whimper, hips arching off the door to try to guide his finger inside of you. It’s a futile attempt - he just returns to the slow, infuriating circles on your clit, and you would cry if it didn’t feel as good as it does.

It could be hours or it could be seconds that he continues this pattern - slow, maddening circles on your clit, then the slightest bit of a tease at your hole, just enough to make you think that maybe he’ll fuck you with his fingers, before he returns to the circles. It’s enough to make a stronger woman cry, and you can’t help the whines that you let out when he once again deprives you of the fuck you so desperately want.

“Please just fuck me,” you finally break, hands moving from where they’re wrapped around his neck to circle his waist and do your best to pull him in closer. You can feel him against your thigh, warm and thick and big, and you want him.

He hisses when you grind against him, and the one hand that remains on your hip tightens ever so slightly. “You’re being very bad, princess,” he chastises, but you couldn’t care less. Your mind is focused on the memory of what he felt like inside you, and you’re ready to burst with need.

“I don’t care,” you tell him firmly, hands sliding up under his shirt to run your nails against his muscled torso. “I don’t care, I need you, please, I just want–”

“I know,” he cuts you off. His hands disappear from you entirely, but only for a moment - before you know it, two large hands wrap around your wrists, guiding yours out of his shirt. You can't stop whimpering, caught between the memory of the last time he was between your thighs and the reality of his lips against your skin.

Hyunwoo drops - he hits the wooden floor with a muffled thud, and before you can even react, his hands are underneath your skirt. He pushes it upwards, muttering something almost reverent about thighs as he does, and then he’s pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs. His hands don’t stop, though - they keep going, shoving your skirt up until it pools around your waist.

“H-Hyunwoo—”

“Ssh,” he whispers, giving your thigh a light bite. A heartbeat later and you can feel his warm breath against your folds. “You wanted to feel good, right?”

“Yes, please,” you breathe, hands instinctively tangling in his soft brown hair.

“Then be a good slut for me, and stay still while I make you feel good."

You stifle a whimper - he knows what his words do to you, and you jolt as his tongue gently nudges against your folds. There's no stopping the soft sigh that falls from your lips as he delves deeper, ghosting across your swollen clit to nudge against your hole. He's tentative, teasing with his movements - he likes to make you wait, tease you until you're grinding against his mouth.

You doubt this will be an exception.

A moan is thrust out of you as you feel your hole stretch slightly. Not much, not far - just enough to accommodate him as he fucks your hole with his tongue. It's just the right side of unsatisfying - you're aching, absolutely dripping for him, and this is just enough to whet your appetite and make you hungry for more.

You can feel his smile against you, and you already know what's coming - still, it's disappointing when he pulls his tongue out. You whine, unashamed of how you must sound or how loud you may be, and he chuckles.

"Patience, baby girl," he breathes. Warm air flows over you, and your hands move to tangle in his hair. His tongue shifts again, lapping at your clit for long enough that you think you may cum before he stops to draw mind-numbing circles around it instead.

Time bends around the two of you - it always does when he's between your thighs like this, when he's teasing and deliberate with every swipe of his tongue against you, every press of him against your hole. He edges you for so long; slow circles around your clit turn to quick thrusts inside of you that shift into laps against your hole that drag upward, just barely catching your clit before they stop.

You're sure there would be a puddle on the floor were it not for his dedication. The entire house is filled with the sounds of his mouth against you, only drowned out by the sound of your cries as he begins to suck on your clit.

Your knees quake on either side of his head, and he doesn't hesitate to bring his hands up behind your thighs. Without a second thought, he lifts - not even pausing in his mission, tongue still thrusting into you at an almost absurd rate - and then your thighs are resting atop his shoulders. You gasp, both in shock and in pleasure as he lets his teeth graze ever so lightly against that bundle of nerves.

This isn't the first time he's done this - put you on his shoulders and left you there while he eats you out within an inch of your life - but it's the first time in a long time, and it has you seeing stars as one of your hands stays tangled in his hair and the other is braced against the wall beside you.

"Hyunwoo, please–" You beg, but you can't catch your breath long enough between moans to say anything more. He sucks again, the flat of his tongue gliding over your clit as it's pulled into his mouth once more, and your vision goes white. Your knees quake, and you're sure that if you had been standing, you wouldn't be anymore.

"That's my girl," Hyunwoo praises after he's done cleaning up your cum. When you can see again, you realize he's set you down on the floor and is slowly massaging your thighs.

"Hyun, I....please....can you–"

"You want me to fuck you stupid, baby?" He asks. His tone is a little patronizing, but that's okay, because it only serves to turn you on more. "Does my sweet little whore need my cock in her?"

"Yes, please," you whimper, hips tilting upwards against nothing of their own accord.

Hyunwoo stands and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweats. A few moments later he's pulled them down just enough to free himself. Your mouth drops open slightly when you finally lay eyes on him - you know he's big. You know that he is big, you've had his entire length inside of you several times now and you've felt it for days after each time, but it still never fails to shock you.

Because he is big. Thick, so thick you can hardly wrap your entire fist around him, and long, with the perfect curve that hits that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. His dick is nearly as perfect as he is, and that is a very high bar.

It's also so hard that you can see it throbbing, jumping every so often as his muscles tense.

"You want me to make you come with my cock, right, baby?" He asks, once again using that patronizing tone that makes heat creep across your cheeks.

You nod.

"Then you're going to have to ask nicely, aren't you?" He prods.

"Please, daddy," you say without hesitation, "Please fuck me, I want you to make me cum so hard that I cry, I want to be a good slut for you."

"Very good, baby," he praises. "Now I want you to prove that you mean it. Can you be a good little whore and suck my cock?"

You lean forward, not even bothering to use your hands because your bones still feel like jelly. You run your tongue across the tip of him, giving small kitten licks to the slit just how he likes. A groan rumbles through him, and he lets out a soft gasp as you slip your tongue down to wet the shaft as well.

"Fuck, princess," he moans, "I think you've gotten even better at this."

Encouraged, you let your mouth hang open– just barely wide enough to get your lips around the shaft– and let your tongue rest on your spit-slick lips. You glance up long enough to see that Hyunwoo's eyes are blown wide with his desire before you mouth sloppily down his dick. It's messy and would probably be disgusting if it were anyone but the two of you and Hyunwoo didn't have that look in his eyes that promises you'll remember tonight for several weeks.

His hands move, one adjusting his grip on the doorframe as you suck the head of his cock between your lips while the other comes down to grip one of the two buns you put your hair in that morning. He tugs - not hard, not yet, but firmly enough that it stings slightly and makes you keen.

"If you're going to make a mess, don't you think you should clean it up?" He asks. You lift a brow and he grins. "Clearly you're not that tired if you still have an attitude."

"No," you whine, "I am tired, my bones are basically nonexistent right now thanks to you."

The hand in your hair loosens slightly, and Hyunwoo tuts. "I have to do all the work, huh? Then get on your knees for me, baby girl, so I can use you like a good toy."

You rush to comply, and only wince a bit at the feeling of the cold floor against your knees. His hand stays where it is the entire time you're moving, but he waits until you're sitting still, legs folded under you and giving you that extra bit of height you'll need.

"Let me know if it's too much," Hyunwoo commands, and you nod. His eyes darken, slightly, and he runs his thumb along your jaw. "What's the signal?"

"Two taps on your thigh," You tell him, not for the first time. He's always so careful beforehand, and while you appreciate just how much he cares about you, you also are sick of just staring at his cock, and your mouth is beginning to water.

Hyunwoo coos slightly, and the hand in your hair shifts to guide rather than just anchor. "You're always so good for me," he mutters as he slides the tip past your lips. "Always such a good little slut."

You don't stop the whimper that escapes your throat – he loves them, and you know it. Your mouth is lax, nothing more than a hole for him to fill as he sees fit, and there's the slightest twinge of complaint as your jaw begins to stretch.

You ignore it, determined to get as much of him as possible this time. You've practiced for this, nearly every day, since the last time and you're not stopping until you beat your record.

Hyunwoo sighs as he hits the back of your throat. "God, you're perfect," he mutters as he begins to slide back out. You let your jaw relax a bit as he does, and when just the tip rests on your tongue, you give it a small kiss, just because you can.

Hyunwoo smiles, gaze softening for a split second. "Hands in position, baby girl," he reminds you, and you do as he says – one hand on back of each of his thighs, so you can tap out if you need to.

Also so you can feel those incredible muscles flex as he starts shallow thrusts, rippling and tensing under your fingers. If your mouth weren't otherwise occupied, you'd bite them.

Hyunwoo continues carefully, testing just how much of himself can fit before you start to gag on his length….and just how long you can choke before you really start to need air.

He pulls back before you even need to tap out, always careful to keep an eye on you for any warning signs. He slides back in and waits until he hits the back of your throat again, pushing slightly further, and just as he's about to begin pulling back out, you look up at him with wide eyes.

You know you look like a mess; drool gathering on your lips because your mouth is too full to hold it, tears streaming down your cheeks from your attempts to stop gagging. Hyunwoo loves it when you look ruined like this, adores taking your perfectly crafted image and crumbling it to pieces in his hands.

So it's no surprise when he lets out a low moan, or when he lets himself slip a little further down your throat. This is as far as he's ever gotten and you want him to know how good you are, how hard you've been practicing with the toys underneath your bed. He slides out, precum dripping onto your tongue as he does, and you bat your lashes at him.

"Use me," you tell him. "Use me like the toy that I am for you, Daddy." Something darkens in his eyes and he doesn't hesitate to thrust back in.

Your eyes water with the force of it and you don't stop the moan that escapes you as he slides deeper down your throat than he's ever been before. There's still a couple inches left before he'd be fully sheathed, but Hyunwoo doesn't even seem to notice as he pulls out just to thrust back in.

Neither of you are quiet — you can barely hear the wet squelch of your mouth. It's drowned out by the moans he draws from you, which in turn pull moans from him between the words he growls out.

"God, you're so perfect," he mutters as he fucks your throat with abandon. "The perfect angel slut, so good at getting throatfucked, just made for my cock no matter where it goes, huh? You're such a good whore, you're probably fucking soaked just from my dick in your mouth, aren't you?"

You whimper around him and he speeds up, relentless; he's not wrong either — you are soaked, can feel it between your thighs as your hips rock fruitlessly against empty air.

"Oh, look at you," Hyunwoo coos, "So desperate to be fucked while sucking me off. Maybe one day I'll get one of your buddies over here to fuck your throat while you ride my cock, since you're so desperate to get used like a good slut. But I don't even think that'll be enough, will it? Because they won't be me." He thrusts a little deeper, a little rougher, and you aren't sure if the noises you're making are as loud as they seem to you but either way, they only serve to egg him on.

"No," Hyunwoo continues, "They won't be Daddy, will they? They won't be able to get this deep in your throat, won't be able to fuck you like this. And you know why? Because this is my hole." He punctuates the sentence with a sharp thrust and you squeeze the backs of his thighs to show your agreement. "You're my perfect slut. My good little whore. Isn't that right, baby girl?"

You squeeze the backs of his thighs again, but it isn't enough. He stills, still buried nearly to the hilt inside you, and cocks a brow.

"Well? Aren't you my perfect whore?" Your face flames, heat burning in your cheeks. Your jaw aches from being stretched for so long, there spit and precum dripping down your chin and you can feel him throbbing in your throat.

And Hyunwoo looks expectant. He wants to hear you agree with him, wants you to remind yourself of this fact.

You don't even blink when he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his sweats. You can't see what he does, but based on how he angles it and the shallow thrusts he gives without looking away from the screen, you can guess.

"Aw, is my baby girl getting shy now?" He teases as you make eye contact with the lens and feel your face heat up. "Don't even worry about it, baby. I just wanna remember how fucking perfect you look right now forever. My perfect cocksucking slut."

You whimper, pussy clenching around nothing and you're overcome with a sudden need to feel him inside you.

"Are you gonna be a good slut now?" Hyunwoo continues, still recording. "Are you daddy's good slut?" You nod and can't stop the reflexive swallow as he goes even deeper. Hyunwoo groans at the feeling and you can see his grip on his phone tighten for a moment.

"Say it," he commands when his eyes open once more. "I want to hear you say it."

" 'm 'a'y's 'er'ec' 'ore," you moan. It doesn't even sound like words, at this point, but when you look back up at him with wide eyes. Hyunwoo looks proud.

"You absolutely are," he whispers. He hits a button and then pockets his phone again. He slides carefully out of your mouth and casually strokes his cock with one hand as he wipes spit from your face with the other. "I think you've been a perfect angel, baby girl, so you've earned your reward. Where would you like it?"

"Bed, please, Daddy." Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but you don't care, and Hyunwoo doesn't seem to either as he pulls his sweats up and then bends. The world spins for a moment and then steadies, and you realize he's got you in his arms. Hyunwoo carries you like a princess towards the room you share, and tosses you on the bed without hesitation.

Your eyes widen as he starts to strip out of his clothes, and you can't deny that you enjoy the show. The torso of muscles all rippling, the golden skin all shining, the desire in his eyes. Then the sweats — they hit the ground with a thud and you idly hope his phone is alright before you remember there are more important things right now.

He is, unsurprisingly, still hard — almost painfully so, a deep swollen pink at the head and jumping every so often. The vein running up the underside is throbbing, and you can actually feel yourself get wetter with anticipation.

One knee rests on the mattress, then the other, and Hyunwoo is crawling towards you on his hands and knees, and you can see every muscle as it shifts and fuck you love this man.

"I love you," you tell him, not for the first time. He breaks for a second, a bright smile taking over his face.

"I love you," he replies, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "Can we take those clothes off now, baby, because as great as you look, you're even better naked."

Breath catches in your throat and you nod. Hyunwoo is almost reverent as his hands glide up your thighs and is exceedingly gentle as he slides down the zipper and then the skirt itself. He smiles again, almost shy, and you can't help but marvel at the fact that this is the same man who bad you gagging on his dick not five minutes ago.

He leans in and gently nudges your nose with his, but when you lean forward to kiss him, he backs away with a playful grin. His warm hand rests on your waist and he leans in again only to dart back when you try to kiss him — not far, though. He's still close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath mix with yours, but it's still infuriating.

You pout at him, and his smile just grows. "What is it?" He asks, teasing. "What do you want?" His lips ghost over yours as he speaks and it nearly breaks you.

"You," You whine. "I want you."

"You have me." He leans forward then, capturing your lips with an intensity you haven't seen in a long time. His mouth moves against yours and it's firm, commanding, and absolutely intoxicating as he pulls back just to lightly bite your lips. It's not rough, not really, but it's fiery and exciting and everything you've wanted.

He presses closer, nimble fingers undoing the buttons of your blouse in what seems like an instant. Warm hands cross your spine and then your bra is gone, too. His skin seems to meld to yours, hands moving everywhere as he lays you back.

Your breath hitches when you feel him against your entrance and he smiles into the bruise he's sucking into your throat.

"You're so fucking wet, baby," he breathes as his tip teases against your entrance. "You're always so wet for me, so ready to be fucked. Just a perfect fucking whore, huh?" He slides in then, but only a bit. Just like before, it's just barely enough for you to feel him stretching you out. Just a tease of what's to come.

"Hyunwoo," you whine. You can see the amusement in his eyes as he chuckles.

"What is it? You want more?" He slides in further, but just a centimeter. You whine again, pushing your hips up against his to try to push him deeper. You can feel yourself throbbing, aching, for him, and you're tired of being teased. You want to be full.

You tell him as much, watching his pupils dilate with every word until there's hardly any iris left to be seen.

"Is that so?" He mutters, almost to himself. "Well, your wish is my command." He slides in, slowly, but this time he doesn't stop. He just keeps going and going and going, until you can feel him at your cervix. It stings – you're stretched so far, and he's so deep inside – but you relish it.

"Beautiful," Hyunwoo mutters as he begins to slide back out, inch by agonizing inch. You whimper as the tip nearly slides out, too, and your hips lift of their own accord. Hyunwoo takes the hint and pushes back in; he creates a rhythm, one so slow, so maddening, that you're on the verge of tears as you whine and whimper underneath him.

He notices your frustration, pulls himself away from lazily mouthing at your nipples, and hums.

"What's wrong, baby? You aren't satisfied yet?" He gives you that Boy-Next-Door grin that you know hides a demon behind it. "Are you going to ask nicely again? Tell me no one fills you up like I do and beg me to fuck you the way you want? You look so pretty when you beg."

Any other time, you wouldn't. You would at least hesitate, make him work a little harder for your pleas. But you're desperate and frustrated and have no shame, so you don't hesitate.

"Please, Daddy," you beg, letting your legs fall open and arching your back so his eyes drop lower and lower. "Please, Daddy, no one can fill this pussy like you do, no one can fuck my holes like you. Pl–please," you moan as he slides entirely inside once more, "Please fuck me right, make me come on your cock, I wan– wanna be fucked stupid, want you to– to fuck me stupid, please, wanna be Daddy's perfect slut, pl– Ah!"

You can't help your surprised gasp as Hyunwoo flips you onto your stomach with a low growl.

Warmth drapes along your back as you rise up, palms splayed across the sheets and elbows locked to keep you upright; his skin is sweat-slick and heated against your own, and a shiver runs down your spine when he pauses to runs his teeth along the lobe of your ear.

"You are the best part of my life," he announces.

Butterflies explode in your belly a split second before he slides out of you.

"And I'm gonna make you cum so hard that you'll never forget that fact."

"Hyunwo— Oh!"

He thrusts into you with enough force to toss you into the headboard, had he not planted one hand firmly on your hip and had the other curled around your breast to tease your nipple.

"You like that?" Hyunwoo asks with a smile in his voice. He repeats the movement and you clench around him as you gasp out a moan. It's all you can do to nod and he flicks your nipple in response. "Good."

He lifts up, both hands now holding you steady by an iron grip on your hips, and readjusts his legs so yours are spread slightly wider. Your arms are trembling but you pay them no mind.

Until Hyunwoo thrusts forward, pulling back just as quickly only to bury himself again, a heartbeat later. His pace is absolutely merciless; the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, mixing beautifully with the wet slide as he shoves back in and the rough, throat moans that he pulls from you. Your vision swims, and you can't concentrate on anything else as he gives you the fucking that's been haunting your dreams every night.

He adjusts his grip, one hand moving to sit firmly on the small of your back and press you down just a bit. The angle shifts – not much, but enough that the next time he pounds into you, he thrusts right up against that spot that makes your toes curl.

You cry out, vision going white as he hits it again, and again, and again, absolutely ruthless in his mission. Your muscles go weak, biceps twitching as they give out, and then you're face down in the mattress. Hyunwoo doesn't hesitate, just ghosts his palm down to rest between your shoulders and keep you in place.

He might be talking – you certainly think you hear the low tones of his voice as he speaks to you, but you can't make out words. It's too much work, too many syllables, too much effort to try to work past the haze that blankets your mind. You can still feel him, pumping in and out of your gushing pussy — the stretch barely stings anymore, and he throbs inside of you. Each thrust is still perfectly angled to hit that mind-numbing place that keeps you from doing anything more than screeching his name.

He slows, immediately switching from speed to power as he manages to put even more force behind his hips. The hand in your back moves, as does the one on your hip and then you're rising.

A warm palm across your throat – not choking, just keeping you in place while the other traces along your spread thigh.

There are words – something your brain is too fried to make out, and then a rumble that vibrates through you. A laugh. His thrusts get a little faster as he fucks up into you, and you're dimly aware of his fingers slipping between your folds.

Someone screams — no, not someone. You. You scream, something so loud and provocative that it can't even be called a moan anymore, as he begins to rub circles around your clit. Orgasms rock through you, every part of your body going boneless even as you shake from the force of it. It's impossible to tell when it stops, if it stops – the aftershocks are strong and he still hasn't stopped fucking you, though he's slower and gentler now, letting you ride it out on his cock.

"……perfect for me, " you hear him whisper as you're senses come back. "Absolutely perfect, an amazing fucking— just divine, you are."

"Hyun," you manage, and it's no shock that you sound absolutely wrecked. "D– Daddy."

"I'm here, baby girl," he mutters, "What do you need?"

"You," You respond instantly. "Want you, wanna fee– feel it, want you to fill me, please, in– ah, inside, want you dripping ou–" You're cut off once more as your body heaves with yet another aftershock, clenching around his hard length again.

"Whatever you want, baby," he promises. "Can you come once more for me, baby girl? Just one more time so we can come together?"

"Mm…." You pause, taking the best inventory you can as your muscles jolt again. You consider lying to him, or just omitting this, because you know he'll never stop reminding you of it, but decide against it. Instead, you quietly admit, "I don't think I ever stopped."

"Oh, fuck," he breathes. Within moments, you can feel his thrusts turn more erratic, more frenzied, and then you're impossibly fuller even as something warm drips down the inside of your thigh.

He's gentle as he lays you down on the bedspread, exceedingly so as he pulls his softening cock out of you. His weight disappears from the bed for a few minutes that seem to stretch into hours, and then the mattress dips, and his soft smile appears once more.

"Here sweetheart, drink this." He hands you a familiar cup and when you take a sip, the water is cool and refreshing. Wet warmth, surprising but pleasant, glides along your inner thigh and you look down to see him cleaning you up.

"Mm, this is quite possibly the perfect view," you tease, wagging your brows as you make a show of checking out his muscular arms. It makes him laugh, the soft one that's just for when you're being ridiculous.

"Drunk your water, you menace," he commands as he continues to wipe. "You're gonna need to replenish your fluids, after all that." He looks pointedly towards the bed and you follow his gaze, face heating when your eyes land on the rather sizable wet spot staining the sheets.

"Whoops?" You offer. When you look back at him, he only looks fond.

"Don't even start, it was hot. Besides, they needed to be put in the wash anyway. I'll start them after you get into the bath." He gives over you, taking kisses along every piece of skin he can until he reaches your lips. You can't help the way your breath catches – even after all this time, he manages to make you breathless over the smallest things.

He peppers kisses along your cheeks, and nose, and everywhere else until you're giggling and trying to turn away from him. Unfortunately, with his arms on either side of you, you're fairly well trapped, so you settle for fucking your head into his neck instead.

You pause. Sniff again. Back up. He looks sheepish, like he already knows what you're going to say.

"We were out of the fancy stuff—" He tries, but you don't let him.

"You used that 3-in-1 shit again?" You demand. "Actual body wash isn't even fancy, it's what normal people use! That's it, you're coming into the bath with me after you start the laundry so that I can make sure you didn't use it in your hair, too."

He smiles again, though you have a sneaking suspicion that he's just humoring you when he nods and says, "Whatever you want."

#shownu smut #shownu x reader #reader insert #dddaenggtan

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daddyissuesingreen · 3 years

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“Lonely” Bucky Barnes x GN! Reader (Song Series pt. 2)

gif creds: @classylena

Warnings: Kinda sad, Bucky throwing stuff, TFAWS SPOILERS

Summary: Bucky isn’t okay with a lot of things, you are not one of them

Genre: Sad, Angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,213

Author’s note: First, this has not been beta read or edited. Second, I haven’t written in like ever so I am kinda rusty but I hope this is good, nonetheless. This is my first Bucky piece, after watching TFAWS how could I not write one? So, I hope you like it!

“I'm slowly killing myself

I'm trying so hard at the back of the shelf”

Bucky has been trying so hard to change back to the way he was before Hydra brainwashed him, but it has been proven difficult.

Bucky doesn’t want people to remember him as the Winter Soldier, he just wants to be Bucky again.

Everyday he is trying to remember more so he can be the way he was in the past.

You wish he would realize that him trying so hard and pushing himself to do things he isn't ready for is just hurting him.

Bucky wants you to love him for who he was, not who he is, but loving Bucky is easy for you, regardless of who he was, is, or becomes. He is your person.

“It's just the same every day

I'm writing these songs that will never get played”

The government has given him a pardon for all of his crimes and he is even in therapy, but you know he is still having his nightmares.

“Bucks, please, you gotta tell me what is happening in your nightmares.. It will help you.” You say as you cradle your lover who just shot up out of his sleep, another nightmare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I just have to pee. Not a nightmare.” He said nonchalantly, you could tell he was lying.

Bucky got up and walked towards the bathroom door in your shared bedroom. You got up and placed your hand on his shoulder blade as he grabbed the door knob.

“We have this conversation every night, Bucky. I will listen when you’re ready, but can you not lie to me about the nightmares? Let me hold you.” You slowly try to hug him from behind but he just shrugs you off and walks into the bathroom.

“Buck ple-..” You start but he shuts the door and locks it.

“I get told what's wrong and what's right

I don't have a romantic life”

Before you, Bucky never really had the chance to be in a relationship, you don’t understand how. He was gorgeous and the best man you have ever met, but it didn’t bother you.

Dating Bucky was an adventure because he didn’t know the “modern dating rules.” He insisted on doing things the way he knew, and they said chivalry was dead.

“Bucky. You do not have to always pay for the meals. Let me pay.” You giggle and pinch your boyfriend's side as he paid the waitress for your meal.

“Are you telling me that not letting you pay is wrong?” He chuckles.

“No!” You laugh, “you just don’t have to pay all of the time… or take my wallet so that i can’t. That’s wrong!” You laugh again and go to stand up so you guys could leave the restaurant.

Bucky gestures for you to sit back down and you do so while giggling.

Bucky rushes behind you and pulls your seat out, “M’lady.” He smiles at you sweetly.

You smile and kiss him softly after you are stood up. “This,” you grab his cheeks, “this is right.” You smile and kiss him again.

“And everyone's dying

So I keep on trying

To make them proud before they are gone”

After the events that took place a few months back with Thanos’ coming back, Tony dying, and Steve going back for Peggy, Bucky felt hopeless.

You tried so hard to help him to get through it, but he needed Steve.

“Peggy was fine without him!” Bucky was yelling while throwing stuff around the compound.

“Bucky, please calm down! You’re scaring me!” You said while slowly approaching him.

“I’m sorry, darling. But I just don’t understand. I wanted to make him proud and now he’s going to die before I can. I need him and he won’t be here.” He started to cry and you hurried to hug him.

“And I won’t be able to apologize to Tony. He will never know how sorry I am for what I did.” He started to sob and slide down your body.

You sat the both of you on the ground and held him while he was crying.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “I know it’s hard right now, bub, but i'm here. I will always be here.”

“Oh, can't someone help me

Oh, please someone help me

I don't care anyone, anything

Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely”

“Y/N,” Bucky says through the bathroom door, “I need help.’

You jiggle the doorknob, “then let me in, Bucky.”

“Not in here, baby, I can’t take this anymore.” You hear him crying.

“What is it? What can I do?” Your voice cracks, you are worried about him.

“Anything. Do anything.” He sobs out.

You immediately kick the door open.

It wasn’t even a thought in your head, more like an instinct, you need to get to Bucky.

Once the door is open you rush down to Bucky on the floor and hold him.

You cradle his head and kiss it softly while he continues to cry.

“Let it out, baby. I’m right here.” You say in almost a whisper and Bucky moves his head into your lap and you just run your hand through his hair.

You don’t need to say anything, just being there comforts him.

“Y/N, I am so lonely and scared. I get lost in these thoughts in my head,” He sighs and then takes a deep breath, “what if Steve was wrong about me? What if I’m not redeemable. What if I can’t be a good person?” He looks up at you with sad eyes.

“James, I love you. I know you’re good. A bad person wouldn’t be worried about being a better version of themselves, or making amends,” You start and he sits up slightly, “and it’s okay to feel lonely right now, as long as you know you aren’t alone. I want to help you, Bucky. This will all get better. Not now, not tomorrow, or even next week, or year. But it will, slowly, and I want to be there when it does, because you will be unstoppable. You will be the best man out there, but to me, you’re already my best boy. Steve would even agree, you don’t need to change Bucky, you don’t need to be ashamed anymore because you are not the winter soldier anymore, you are James Bucky Barnes, and you are amazing.”

You don’t realize that you’re crying until Bucky sits up and kisses you passionately.

“I love you, Y/N, and I have never needed anyone the way I need you.”

“I love you too, Bucko.” You giggle at his nickname and place a hand on his cheek.

“I’m ready to go back to bed.” He says and stands up from the ground.

“You sure?” You ask him and get up too.

“As long as you promise to hold me.” He walks to the bed and lays down.

“Always.” You follow suit and lay beside him and curl up against him he puts his face in your boobs, typical Bucky. You place your on top of him, leg on his, and close your eyes.

Neither of you have slept that good in a long time.

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jarienn972 · 3 years

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La Sirena - Chapter Ten (Epilogue)

Captain Swan Supernatural Summer

(that’s finally being completed in winter)

We have reached the finale of this @cssns tale at last. This has been such a fun and challenging experience trying to build this universe, and I hope that readers have found it enjoyable as well. Thanks for all of your lovely words and feedback along the way!

I thank you, @kmomof4, for all of your assistance and input. You rock as a beta! And @courtorderedcake, thank you once again for the beautiful artwork that really brought to life the imagery of the opening chapter!

And now, back to the story... Here, we pick up moments after a stubborn and confused Killian pretended to be asleep to avoid his brother. He’s about to get a wonderful surprise...

Catch up from the beginning here on Tumblr: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Or read in full on AO3 or FF.net

The instant that Killian was certain that Liam was out of earshot and wouldn't be present to scold him for faking sleep, his eyelids sprang open wide to behold the most wondrous sight. Perched in the chair just to his left was the very same angelic vision he'd first laid eyes on back on that deserted beach days ago. She looked different with her long, gilded tresses pulled back by a ribbon and seemed a bit more diminutive while wearing a vastly oversized sailor's white uniform tunic and navy woolen trousers but he knew for certain it was her.

But how? How was he gazing upon a beautiful siren here in his own quarters? How could she be here and still be real?

"Emma? It's you!" he exclaimed, trying to sit upright to greet her properly despite the pain. "What are you doing here? How are you even here, Love?

"One question at a time," she chuckled as she reached over and placed her hand atop his forearm to urge him not to move. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, he felt a tingle pass through his entire body - one that was warm and tender. His heart was suddenly racing, but it was no longer driven by fear or anxiety. He welcomed her touch, her presence. "I'm here because this is where I belong and it would seem that even the gods agree."

"But you're a siren. I thought your home was those isles and the surrounding seas? I thought you couldn't leave without…" His voice trailed off before he could say sacrificing your powers.

Her demeanor rapidly switched from jovial to serious at Killian's off-handed, yet important questions. Her eyes avoided his for a moment, then recaptured his gaze with an intensity he'd not seen from her before. There was a new melancholy about her as she took in a deep, reflective breath before responding.

"That cove was no longer my home. In truth, it was far more of a prison for longer than I care to remember. I thought I was happy alone when I left the ranks of the siren council, but I had no idea how wrong I was - until you floated into my bay." Killian's jaw gaped in stunned silence as he watched the tears begin to well in her eyes, but she shushed him when he tried to reply. There was more to her confession that she needed him to hear before he could respond properly. "I may have rescued you from drowning that fateful day, but it was you who rescued me from an eternity of loneliness. And then watching my sister attempting to harm you only strengthened my resolve…" She paused to take a breath, unsure how he was going to react to her next words. "I guess what I am trying to say is that I am here right now on this ship, wearing these ridiculous garments because I knew I couldn't let you go. I risk sounding like a fool right now, but there is something I must confess. I love you, Lieutenant Killian Charles Arthur Jones of His Majesty's Royal Navy. Nothing in my entire lifetime has felt as right as the days I spent with you, and because of that, I asked the mighty Poseidon to make me human so that I could accompany you."

"Emma… I…," he stammered, his thoughts an incoherent jumble.

Her jaw wavered as she dipped her head, almost ashamed of her utterance. "I'm sorry if I've upset you, but after all we've been through these past days, I believed you should know the truth. I do understand if you do not feel the same as I do."

Ignoring his body's cries of pain, Killian threw off the blanket and forced his protesting limbs to sit upright, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk so he could position himself close enough to her that he could cup her cheek in his palm and brush away a tear with the pad of his thumb.

"Emma, there is no need for tears," he assured her. "While I will admit that your revelation to be a siren - and all of the events that followed - were a tad horrifying, I still knew I would gladly spend the remainder of my years stranded in that cove with you. But you, you gave up being a siren - being immortal - for me?"

"What good was being immortal if it meant losing you?" she said with a sniffle just as Killian leaned forward to capture her lips with his, neither of them even caring if Liam were to reenter Killian's quarters right then and there. For a brief moment, the universe was theirs alone until Killian's protesting rib cage caused him to reluctantly pull away, but not without more questions.

"But my brother and the crew, they didn't suspect you to be any less than human? Liam, he addressed you as Miss Swan? Since I don't believe that sirens have family names, wherever did that come from? Whatever did you tell them whilst I was incapacitated?"

"No one suspects me to be a siren, if that is your worry. Once your fellow crew members reached the cove to rescue you, I had to tell them something, so I led them to believe that I was a fellow prisoner from the sunken pirate ship. They believe that the pirates attacked my family's vessel prior to abducting you on that isle of Neverland you spoke of. It isn't as though any of them could corroborate my story with your captors. The crew also collected several damaged trunks and weathered chests that had washed up on the shore, believing them to be part of the stolen loot from the sunken ship. I happened to notice that there was a swan's head carved into one of the wooden trunks so as I boarded this vessel, I introduced myself to your captain as Emma Swan. Do you believe I should have chosen something else?"

Killian chuckled at the thought of her thinking up a surname on the spot. "I don't think anyone will make the connection. I kind of like it. You're beautiful and graceful like a swan. It suits you."

"Thank you," she blushed. "I hardly feel beautiful in these borrowed clothes. This fabric, it is rather unpleasant."

"I'm sure we can find you some attire more suitable for a lady when we next make port. Women aren't common on the high seas. There's an old legend that they're unlucky."

"What nonsense," she muttered with a frown. "But no matter. I have it on good authority that no harm will come to this ship. No creature of the seas would dare challenge Poseidon's edict."

"I still don't understand how this is possible. How does my brother not know that the expedition to the uncharted island went horribly wrong? He wants to award me a bloody commendation that I don't deserve. They think I've lost my mind."

"This will need to be our secret, but the events as you remember them never actually transpired," she stated, which of course left Killian befuddled. He opened his mouth, prepared with a barrage of questions, but she raised a hand to shush him, wanting to explain what she meant before letting him speak. "I know you will have many questions, some of which I will never be able to answer, but in simple terms, Poseidon modified all of the events that led up to your brother's ship arriving to rescue us from the cove. Everything that transpired remained in the same order, but not in the same manner. You still encountered the pirates on that island, they still took you prisoner, and the sirens still laid siege to the ship before it ran aground and sank, but Poseidon changed the scope of each event and allowed your brother's ship to pursue the pirate vessel to locate you. Your injuries were all believed to have come at the hands of your pirate captors and during the escape from the sinking vessel. They have no reason to suspect otherwise."

"But what about my crew? Does no one remember their sacrifices?" he queried anxiously, afraid that those men's lives had been lost in vain.

"Some of them were never there, never set foot on the island. Others were there but their fates were changed by the modified events," she explained, although her words did little to alleviate his confusion. "In this revised timeline, there was no actual battle with those scoundrels. You alone were captured by the pirates. I have no way else to explain, but essentially, Poseidon changed how your history played out. No one beyond our realm will ever know of the version you lived through."

His jaw remained slack as he shook his head and tried to come to terms with a turn of events that was nothing short of miraculous. "But how? Why?" he stammered. "Why would he do such a thing?"

"He said I reminded him of his daughter, Ursula, and he recognized your good heart - much like the man Ursula fell in love with so long ago. He knew you'd been wronged, as had I, and he wanted to put things right. He granted my wish to become human and accompany you, and brought your brother's ship into the bay so you could be saved by your kind."

"Do you know what became of your sister?"

"Not all. I do know that she had her powers revoked for abusing them and that she was made mortal, although not by choice in her case. I don't know if Poseidon turned her human or made her a permanent creature of the sea, and in truth, I don't care. I've made my peace with it. Now, all I wish is to be with you, if you'll have me."

"I wish for nothing else," he replied with a beaming smile. "I just don't know what sort of life I can provide for a former siren… There's so much out there…"

"And I want to experience it all!" she exclaimed giddily as she gestured towards the faded map of Britannia that Killian had pinned to one of the beams lining the walls of his cabin. "I know little of the world beyond our isles. If my time is now finite, I want to see and experience as much as possible! I want to visit these other lands and sail the other seas…"

Killian chuckled at her enthusiasm, not really sure what would be physically possible, but hey - after surviving several harrowing encounters with mythical beings and living to tell the fantastical tales, he was open to adventure.

"Whatever your heart desires, Emma. Whatever your heart desires is what I want for you," he repeated as he pulled his siren - his beautiful angel - in for another heartfelt, lengthy kiss, almost certain that he felt a surge of energy embrace them both.

A few years later…

It was a perfect morning. Only a few wispy clouds broke up the brilliant blue skies as gentle ripples made their way across the serene harbor. Crew lowered and secured the huge canvas sails of the Jewel of the Realm as Liam oversaw their arrival at the dock. His sailors worked like a well-oiled machine performing their tasks, which was a good thing since their Captain might have been a tad distracted.

Instead of supervising lines being tied off, Liam was scanning the shoreline in search of something - or rather, someone. He'd made sure to send out correspondence through courier when they last made port making sure that Killian was aware the Jewel was on its way to the port of Misthaven where they'd agreed to rendezvous.

He hadn't been particularly overjoyed when Killian had decided to resign his commission upon return to Britannia, but if he was honest, the decision hadn't come as much of a surprise. His little brother had endured a harrowing experience, one that Liam knew he could never fully understand. In the process, he'd formed a bond with the lovely Swan woman and Liam had seen all the signs that Killian had fallen head over heels in love and feared lengthy deployments at sea that would keep him apart from his love.

Liam also had to admit that he was a little envious of his brother, but it was clear that while Killian loved the sea, his calling wasn't a career in His Majesty's Royal Navy. He knew that his sibling had taken up as captain of a merchant ship, but since it had been nearly a year and a half since he had last seen Killian, he was curious to see how his brother was faring in his new pursuits.

"Ahoy, brother!" he heard a shout from the pier and off in the distance, he spotted his sibling waving like a fool. And was he wearing black leather?

Once the Jewel was safely moored, Liam gave out his instructions for crew liberty and then made his way down the gangplank with dozens of rambunctious sailors at his heels. He chuckled as they darted past him, scurrying along the pier on their way to one of the local taverns. At least one of them would likely end up spending a night in the brig for overindulgence, but Liam couldn't be bothered with that right now.

His brother awaited him at the far end of the pier, casually leaning against a stone pillar with his foot propped up on an overturned barrel. It was a far more confident stance than Liam recalled when they'd last seen each other, but it was Killian's attire that spoke volumes about his newfound fortitude. He'd not expected to find Killian sporting an ebony leather duster that hung to his knees atop of a bold crimson waistcoat and black woolen trousers that, even from a distance, appeared to be far softer than Liam's own scratchy uniform. Killian clearly seemed to be happy and must have been doing well for himself to afford such luxuries.

"You look well, brother," Killian greeted him.

"As do you," Liam replied, pulling his younger sibling into an embrace and patting him heartily on the back. "Whatever are you wearing?"

"Ah, this…," Killian smiled as he took a step back so Liam could take in all of the elaborate detail on the coat which included embroidered cuffs and lapels along with silver clasps and carved bone buttons. "This was a gift from Queen Ava. The circumstances behind how it came to be is a rather long tale that I'll not bore you with since we've little time to catch up."

"Of course…," Liam responded, raising his eyes skyward with a shake of his head. Killian always seemed to have a new, unbelievable tale these days. "Where ever is that lovely wife of yours? I expected she would be here with you."

"She's waiting for us back on our ship. It's getting a tad more difficult for her to get around these days."

"So then, my new niece or nephew will be arriving soon?"

"Soon enough. Likely before the next full moon. It is why we'll be sailing back to the port of Arendelle, leaving the day after tomorrow," an excited Killian announced.

"Arendelle?" Liam questioned. "Why are you heading there?"

"We were invited by the Queen, and one simply does not turn down the invitation of royalty."

"You were invited by Queen Elsa?" Liam asked incredulously as they ambled along the cobblestone street towards another section of Misthaven's bustling harbor that was filled with smaller fishing boats and merchant ships. He tried to figure out which of the vessels was the one Killian now owned but he couldn't be certain.

"Queen Anna, actually," Killian corrected him. "Queen Elsa stepped down from the throne last year as she believed her more vivacious sister was better suited to handle the duties of the royal court."

"Alright, but that still doesn't explain how you secured a royal invitation."

"While sailing the Northern Isles last summer, we stumbled upon the wreckage of a galleon that had partially sunk in a narrow, rocky fjord. We explored it to see if there was anything worthy of salvage and located a chest containing a crown and other treasures that had been stolen from the Kingdom of Arendelle. We returned the riches to the castle and received a hefty finders fee for our efforts and Emma made fast friends with the Queen. We've made several visits back to Arendelle and have kept in correspondence with the royal family. As soon as Queen Anna learned that Emma was with child, she extended the royal invitation to come join them in the castle. She's already arranged a midwife for Emma, and has said we're welcome to stay as long as we wish. Can you imagine - living in a castle? I would never have thought it possible…"

"I'm very happy for you, Killian, and very proud of you as well. For someone who believed himself a failure not so long ago, you seem to have fortune smiling upon you."

"It hardly seems possible, brother. I feel like the luckiest bloke in all the world," Killian gushed, stopping at the bottom of the gangplank of a decent sized ship with a single towering mast. It was far more compact than the Jewel, but still large enough to carry crew and cargo comfortably. "Here we are. This is our lovely lady, La Sirena."

"Beautiful vessel. Interesting choice of name though. What led you to christen her after such a creature?"

"Oh, I have my reasons," Killian smirked. "But anyway, here's Emma now." A broad smile lit up Killian's visage as he stared up at his wife who was leaning over the railing on the deck above them. "It's almost unfathomable how I ever got so lucky that the gods would send such an angel to watch over me." Emma didn't say a word herself but the smile that stretched from ear to ear across her own face seemed to echo his sentiment.

But then maybe she suspected that the love that blossomed from a heart that was true and good was worth far more than a little bit of luck.

#cssns #cssns 2020 #captain swan supernatural summer #cs ff #cs au ff #siren emma #la sirena

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sweeethinny · 4 years

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You’re The Right One - Chapter 1

There are people we would walk through the fire for, people we never imagined we could meet, and for James S. Potter, that person is Mira Hazel. The temperamental madwoman who was in the compartment next to him in Hogwarts' first year, and who has been by his side ever since. In the fifth year, however, Mira begins to gain another angle through James' eyes, however much he doesn't want it. You shouldn't look at your best friend that way, let alone want to kiss her every time they're close. He definitely shouldn't be jealous of her. She is just your friend, best friend, and James should put his head in place and forget about all this crazy stuff to avoid problems ... But he never went after problems, anyway, they always find a way to find him.

AO3

first of all, I would like to thank @theroomofreq who is beta of this fic, thank you very much for helping me to put this story in the world <3 this is a story that is almost finished in the original version, so my days of creative block will not hinder her progress

that’s it, thank u if you’re read till here, i hope you like my characters and my vision of the next gen <3

Walking excitedly among all the people, carrying his owl and bags in the cart, and rushing his parents every moment they were less than two steps behind him. James grinned from ear to ear on a lively September morning, the one where he would mark his first school year at Hogwarts.

''Let's go!’’ He pulled his father by the hand, who had stopped to show Lily, the youngest of the family, the huge dog that was walking illustriously beside the owner.

Both Harry and Ginny walked slowly to enjoy what would be the last time they would see their eldest son until Christmas, when they would force him to return to spend the festivities at home. For the father, it was a joy to see that little kid who barely reached his chest, saying what a great Quidditch player he would be and that Gryffindor would be, certainly, his house.

'' What if it happens to be Hufflepuff? Albus asked, a little frightened by his brother's enthusiasm that morning

'' It won't happen '' He rolled his eyes when none of the parents looked at him '' I'm too brave '' And the two laughed among themselves, thinking that the son was a copy, much more genius should be said, of the mother and the uncles Fred and George. And Harry was not ashamed to admit, that he saw himself much more in Albus, frightened by that determination, than by the flames of excitement that prowled James eyes. At least not at that age.

'' Come on, you and me first '' James barely waited for his father to hold the stroller bar, safely crossed the 9 3/4 barrier, reaching the spot where his eyes twinkled, and his whole body shook from nervousness and anxiety. Soon the mother with Albus and Teddy appeared, as always, the calm face of the woman making the boy brake and answer the silent request of '' wait! ''

'' How do you feel? '' Wizards were everywhere now, there were owls hooting, cats purring on their owners' legs, and frogs in the clothes of some, showing only their big eyes.

'' Anxious '' He spoke the truth for the first time, still smiling, but now a little more slowly. '' Do you think I'll be able to fly? '' This time he addressed his mother, speaking quietly so that only she could hear, watching Albus and Lily listening to his father's story about his first day there, while Teddy made some joke about how old he was. Ginny smiled kindly, warming the boy's heart, arranged the hair that fell in his eyes and rubbed his young face

'' Of course James, but if you have difficulties, which I doubt, we can train at Christmas '' He nodded, more hopeful this time. If her mother, a famous Quidditch player, had told him he could do it, then it would become true. Right?

'' Let's go just before the train leaves '' This time it was Harry who stirred, pushing the way while James saw the faces that would soon become known to him. Whether they are friends, colleagues, or enemies. (Even though his father made him swear that he would not start unnecessary fights)

Smoke spread in the air, a lot of students - young and old - boarded the train and packed their bags in the cabins, then returned to hug their parents, be scolded, or just talk. Heads floated in the window, students laughing excitedly with the anxiety of finally leaving, and James couldn't help feeling different.

'' I'm going to miss you, brat '' Teddy ruffled his brother's at heart hair '' First year is an important year .. write me if you need anything '' James nodded, slightly nervous as he watched the man change his hair for go dark like his, smiling a little too watery for his opinion

'' Me too. And ok, I will '' James hugged him, and then turned to his parents, almost feeling like he was about to scream in excitement and fear.

'' Be careful '' The father looked at his son, a little laughing and a little serious, raising his eyebrows '' I'm watching you ''

'' Ok '' He nodded excitedly '' And I know you will ''

"Take care, okay?" It was Albus' embrace, two years younger, tight and full of anticipation that made James smile without grace, his cheeks warm with that affection. As annoying as he could be, he would miss having someone smaller than himself to win the blame.

'' Yes, I’ll miss you too '' And then everyone got together for the squeeze, almost breaking his ribs, and making him blush with embarrassment '' No ... I can’t ... breathe ''

The little sister gave his cheek a wet kiss - which James automatically wanted to wipe but did not do when he saw his father's gaze - his mother had passed on some instructions about the houses and how he should be calm regardless of the choice.

'' The house that Hat draws will be the right one for you, and we will be happy regardless of the result. Write to us as soon as you can, preferably today '' He nodded laughing, thinking of the red and gold lion.

'' Now, listen '' The father had crouched down, keeping close eye contact, his green eyes almost bursting into orbit '' I don't want you to be around getting in trouble, understood? '' For the fiftieth time he nodded '' Don't worry if you are alone, people always arrive in the compartment , you can meet great friends inside '' Once again he moved his head

'' Stop being so melodramatic, man. '' Teddy laughed, winking at James, who seemed to have read the mind of the boy who was thinking about the whole castle to explore.

'' I'm going to send you news '' he assured, entering in the train

'' Every day. '' James frowned, eliciting laughter from his parents '' Answer us always, and if you need to ... ''

'' I know, Dad, I know ... Professor Longbottom can help me. '' The train started to leave, they exchanged a few more words, he waved at them as they got smaller, and then that was it.

James was finally on his way to the Witch School.

Anxious, he ran to the single empty compartment he found and began to contemplate the path they were taking. It seemed that magic was already taking place there, it was like the sensation of climbing up a gigantic peak, analyzing the view from the top , the fall that he would soon make. It was scary, but impressively, it also seemed to cause a huge euphoria that would make him jump.

"Can I come in or is it full already?" The female voice woke him from his daydream. He had heard many love stories that began in train compartments , his godfather for example, swore he was one of those who unknowingly knew the love of his life. Grandpa, whose name he honored, met Grandma in one of those too. But if James knew anything, it was the girl, a few inches shorter than him, with long blond hair braided, wearing a funny black cap and school robes, would not be his love.

She wasn't ugly, but she looked ... clumsy. Her eyes were large pits of the darkest pitch, the pupil barely visible, her cheeks pink and large, eyebrows as clear as lashes (little more colored than the fair skin), and her teeth a little apart, in addition to a pink lip fatty. Her legs looked long compared to her body, even under her robes, and her arms were thin, as if she had started to stretch-but only on some limbs.

'' Uh ... no. '' But you couldn't deny friends, of course. "You can sit down."

'' So ... '' She packed her bags '' It was full up front '' Justified herself by picking up a 'Quidditch History' book and sitting in front of him '' And I thought .... Hey, I think I know you from somewhere '' James blushed, even though he straightened up and tried to look more secure than he really was. Being recognized was never fun. '' You are Ginny Potter's son, I saw you on the Prophet's cover! My God, your mother is awesome '' She spoke in a way that her eyes almost popped, such excitement, gesturing and bulging her eyes.

'' I know '' James bragged, even if uncomfortable '' She's the best '' He spoke as if it were the most normal thing in the world. His mother had retired as a chaser after Lily was born, however, he had gone to a few games and could remember it being amazing. In addition, every time they played in the vegetable garden, the father had to sweat so that they would not lose by more than 100 points - even if someone on his team caught the snitch.

'' I want to be like her , you know .. '' The girl straightened up on the bench, pulling her legs up, leaning her back against the cold window, the book resting on her knees '' I want to play like that. '' James thought she was funny, but he didn't comment, a little scared by how intimidating she looked. '' My parents hate flying, but I like it. I mean, I’ve only flown a few times, but it's soooo fun. '' He wanted to laugh, staring at her curiously. Her hair resembled Aunt Fleur's hair, long and light, but it was much less styled than the hair of the older woman '' I really like to imagine myself playing. ''

''To imagine? Have you never played? '' The nameless girl denied, making a face

'' My parents are not the biggest Quidditch fans, so to go to a game, it was like Mass '' "Mass?" He frowned.

The blonde looked at him, this time curious, '' Yes, it's a muggle thing, you know, about religion, some are too long ... so the saying... '' James nodded

"Are you Muggle-born?" She shook her head, fiddling with the worn book unpretentiously, and then shrugged.

'' My parents are wizards, but my grandparents are muggles and I spent a lot of time with my maternal grandmother, so '' she shrugged '' That's why I never played, I had no one, but I know how to play volleyball and maybe it will help me. And Tennis '' the girl shrugged again '' Anyway, your mom is a big inspiration to me, I wish I could have seen her play. ''

'' So ... you didn't say your name '' And again she moved, sitting forward and holding out her hand to him, which was full of different rings. James wondered if that girl could be weirder than Dominique. Or Aunt Luna.

'' Sorry, I was so excited ... I'm Mira Hazel. '' He smiled kindly

'' James '' Even though he didn't need to, he was happy to say '' What house do you think will be in? '' She straightened up again on the bench, without opening the book this time, looking at him with full attention.

'' I hope Ravenclaw. What about you? '' Mira Hazel said, as James grimaced.

'' Gryffindor, obviously. Why do you want that one? It's so full of ... idiots '' The girl raised her clear eyebrows, her body moving into an attack position as if she might pounce on him, much like a cat. James was concerned that she was carrying a cat beside her, but there was no sign.

'' My parents are from there .. You know. Gryffindor is not the only good house at school, if it were, it wouldn't make sense to have others, would it? '' James swallowed the words, arranging his back on the bench and thinking what he would say Next. Of course, his father had warned about this, but how could he not want to go to the house that housed his whole family?

Before he could give a bullshit answer that would make coal eyes explode, the cabin door was opened again, this time a boy with black hair and frightened eyes appeared, his cheeks flushed and what appeared to be a frog in his front pocket. "Sorry, wrong cabin."

When the door closed again, silence radiated over them, James too affected to admit that maybe, for a few seconds, she was right. Only the pages broke the silence,, as she leafed through the book almost aggressively,.Mira seemed to have read it many times judging by the yellowish color that marked the edges, in addition to the lower spine looking punished with use. He thought of asking what Quidditch position she wanted - for he had imagined that if they both wanted to be keppers, they would fall off their brooms before the snitch was even released - but he kept the words to himself.

The food cart was not long in arriving, much to his delight, and the two bought what looked like food for five more, still without speaking a word, which was driving him crazy.

"Aha! I finally found you. '' The female voice broke through the air. Mira smiled at the chocolate frog, taking the card in her hands

'' Who did you find? '' James smiled when he saw Merlin smiling on his own card.

'' Hermione Weasley '' And as if it were pure gold, she carefully tucked it inside the Quidditch book. '' My mother met her ... they made Runes together '' Mira nodded, seeming to talk to herself more than to him '' A very smart witch ... I should want to be like her too, don't you think? ''

'' Are you always this weird? '' He joked, happy that she had talked to him again. Her silence was claustrophobic, which was very strange, since Albus used to give him a cold shoulder whenever they fought, and it was never this bad.

'' Ah ... no, I’m just nervous. '' It seemed like a lie, but he didn't say anything

'' But tell me, what is it like? Having these people in your family '' Mira asked.

James grimaced when he swallowed a Bertie Botts every flavor bean, '' Ear wax, ew, I don't know how I was wrong. I thought it might be popcorn ''

''Normal '' He moved his shoulders, precisely choosing a bean, loving the taste of strawberry when he threw one in his mouth '' They are normal people most of the time ''

'' It can't be normal '' She rolled her eyes '' There must be something extraordinary about being the son of Harry and Ginny Potter ''

James tried to shake the thought from his mind, remembering all the years living in his family and all the stories that he had heard (even if in half).

Sometimes it was quite difficult, people used to be so intrusive at partie, s it was almost impossible for them not to be stopped by some journalist wanting to know the latest gossip that involved their name.

James thought it all sucked. It was very tiring.

He had thought that now as he was going to Hogwarts he could finally be James. Simply, James, and no longer,live in the shadow of his parents great deeds. Even if no one asked him to follow in their footsteps, stressing the irrecoverable losses they had made along the arduous path, he felt as if nothing he did was really interesting.

Going to Gryffindor, being a good keeper and a good student, was not just to ensure that his track record was brilliant, but to guarantee a place in the genius tree. He hadn't fought like his mother and father, but he had done something good while he was at school, proving his worth. Proving to be brave and fearless.

'' Except I can get a lot of cards from chocolate frogs more easily '' He smiled at the girl who laughed in denial, her cheeks turning pink again, and her eyes no longer seemed to carry the fury she had earlier presented.

She wasn't all bad, after all.

[...]

‘’James Potter .. what an honor!’’ Hagrid, a half-giant who always showed up at his house telling stories about strange and dangerous animals, smiled at him, hitting him on the back with a force that made him walk two steps forward.

‘’Hi Hagrid.’’ He returned the smile, looking excitedly behind him and seeing the boats positioned.

After the rookies were summoned and put on boats, crossed the river below the night sky with few stars, Mira was beside him, her eyes looking like a part of the sky, shining with the magnificent view of Hogwarts. The castle looked bigger and more splendid than any photograph, description, or drawing he had ever seen and heard. It was real, grand, and now it was his new home.

As they left the boats and were led into the castle, the children's voices seemed to triple- the excitement of standing in that hall, waiting to be called up for the sorting. A tall, strong, well-groomed professor, showing a scar that cut his eyebrow and a little bit of his left eyelid, appeared. ,He explained the houses, the hat and introduced himself, Frank Johaan, Defense Against the Dark Art teacher . When they entered the Great Hall, which his father had spoken so much of, James thought he might fall over right there, looking at the tables, the teachers, the decoration above him, the walls laden with flags of the houses, the ghosts walking around. .. It was almost like daydreaming. No photograph lived up to what James was seeing

And just as his father had informed him, when the time came, the Sorting Hat on a stool, looking old and worn, began to sing.

When Headmaster McGonagall gave a slight smile after welcoming the students - and James thought he saw her smile bigger when she saw him - Professor Johaan stood erect beside the stool, a scroll in his left hand and the right on top of the hat

‘’When I call your name, come here and sit down.’’

The names began, applause whenever the house was shouted at by the patched hat.With each person, the boy felt more apprehensive, looking around anxiously and seeing Mira from a short distance, looking confident, hardly even blinking during the wait.

‘’Potter, James Sirius’’ He could have sworn he saw the Headmistress getting ready in the chair to watch, making him feel even more nervous; And with weak legs, but without showing it, he started the long walk to the stool, everyone's eyes following him, and the teachers looking at him with curiosity. He took a deep breath before sitting on the stool and left his mind free, listening even to his heartbeat.

‘’Ah a Potter ... I know them so well. A brave heart ... ‘’ Said the hat, and he thought it was magnificent ‘’I can't help but notice, too big even for a giant's body’’. Without thinking, he looked sideways at Hagrid, who was smiling anxiously while sitting in one of the chairs set for the teachers. ‘’But would that only help you? .. A vast intelligence, certainly, but I cannot deny the truth ... Gryffindor!’’

The Gryffindor table rose to a fuss, eagerly applauding and welcoming him, with huge smiles and nods when he sat down, everyone congratulating him and talking about how amazing it was that they had a Potter there.

‘’Hazel, Mira’’ She walked confidently, not even blushing. Her braided hair trailing behind her and her black eyes looking like two black holes in her pale face. She sat on the stool, waiting for the call, the sorting hat was put on, and stayed there for some time.

James’ godmother had told him about this, about students sometimes sitting up to five minutes waiting, they were students who confused the hat, they had many attributes that stood out and could easily fit in more than one house, as had happened with her.

The blonde was waiting in the same way as when she sat down, calm and seeming to assess with the hat, after what seemed like three or more minutes - he hadn't been there so long, and if he had, he would have died of anxiety - the hat screamed;

-Gryffindor!

His house table began to clap again, the blonde descending cheerfully and full of smiles, greeting those at the end and sitting next to James, her eyebrows half-arched and in an almost balmy way, showing in her eyes

‘’It looks like we'll be colleagues, Potter.’’ Mira said as she raised her chin and exuding confidence , drawing a laugh from James.

‘’So it seems.’’ And for some reason, he was happy with that.

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nny11writes · 4 years

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1, 33 and 48 for the writers ask meme? :)

1. Tell us about your WIP!

Oh god which one?????? Fic I’m currently get good writing in on and excited about is How to Quit You which is already posting but not finished. Buuuuut, I think I want to talk a hot second more about the dang Art Model AU that jumped me in a back alley. One of my friends has a story she’s writing/planning for a different fandom (Power Rangers: Jungle Fury!) and we were hashing through her idea that one of the characters was an art model back in college and he took his crush to an art gallery where a nude of him was hung up. I liked it! And then weeks go back by, maybe months, and suddenly all I can think is, “How fucking hilarious would it be if Adora was an art model? Like, she’s not ashamed of her body or nudity, she’s not bothered by the process or images of her being put out into the art world.” and then the very next thought was, “We all like hc Catra as an artist in Modern AUs, oh my god she could be the disaster lesbian she is!”

And now I’m a few thousand words into it and Adora has started attending the drawing sessions when she’s not a model with a cheap drug store “art book” and her mechanical pencil she chewed to death. Because she’s fallen for the mean artist and wants to impress her she has a genuine interest in learning how to draw even if everything she puts on paper looks like a misshapen potato.

I’m going to force them to ride in the car while Animotion’s Obsession plays on the radio and they both break out into a sweat.

(Warning for that song, it’s one of those “oh this is so catchy, but I can’t hear lyrics when listening to new songs” and then I looked it up and it’s a bit date rapey. Like, why do so many 80′s tunes I like end up really skeevey?)

33. What’s your revision/rewriting process like?

I would hesitate to say I even have an actual process for revisions and rewrites. Basically, every time I open my doc to work I always go back to the start of the chapter I’m working on and re-read until I hit where I need to write.

This gets me in the right head space for the fic, helps me remember what the characters are doing/plot, and nail down the same tone in my writing.

But it also means that every time I write I do a bit of editing before hand. Heck, if I need to re-read an older chapter or skip ahead to a later one to double check consistency I’ll do some editing /while/ I’m writing as well.

Because I tend to look at one fic then a different one then a different one, with no consistent schedule it ends up being the great advice of write it and walk away. Come back a day or two later and look at it again because you’ll see more errors that way.

I think this isn’t the best system for most people. A lot of folks need some separation between writing and editing so that they don’t hamstring themselves via perfectionism. I’ve been learning over the last year that I’m, in fact, not a fat lazy bastard like I’ve always thought I was. I am, in fact, a fat overachieving hype-man. Which is wild! So I know I fall into that trap sometimes too.

Great example is Chapter 18 of how to quit you, I wrote the chapter, edited that for about two or three months, then realized it was really not good and deleted it to start over, edited that for a few weeks and realized it’s still not right. So I might need to delete it again but I’m going to try and fix it via smaller section re-writes and adjusting what I thought I wanted plot wise. But what chapter isn’t finished and is next to be posted? Chapter 11. Fucking, god damn it all. Almost every chapter from 11-14 has been heavily ignored despite needing to be in the story and being good I just can’t get my brain to work. So instead I get stuck editing and editing and editing and not WRITING.

On the other hand, I tend to bulldog it and then when I do ask people to edit/beta read there’s not as much obvious stuff that they have to slog through since I’ve caught most of my common spelling mistakes (-ign instead of -ing will kill me some day), tense mistakes, and consistency errors.

I like doing it this way, and while it can get it the way it normally helps. But again...it’s not exactly planned out. I just launch into a fic and go “cool I wanna write something for this fic” and I’m not a chronological writer so god speed little dude.

48. Do you prefer to write skimpy drafts and flesh them out later, or write too much and cut it back?

I mean, kinda like I talked about above I tend to edit and polish parts of my draft while still actively writing other parts of it. Like, with the same chapter and across the whole fic.

I honestly fall into both categories because I’m somewhat of a blend of them. I lean more towards expanding on what I’ve already written but I don’t tend to write super skimpy drafts that need actual fleshing out.

I do love [I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT TRANSITIONS ARE MAGIC] for areas I have a vague idea about, but there’s usually fully fleshed out scenes on either side of it. It’s just when I’m doing the editing to write thing that I’ll sometimes go, “Oh, wait, this would be much more impactful if I expanded a bit more.” So a one off line about Obi-Wan realizing that Palpatine ordered Maul to kill Qui Gon and is trying to corrupt Anakin, became a third of a chapter that I felt was really well rounded already both before and after that moment. Or a short paragraph about Glimmer and Catra riding back into work devolved into them teasing one another and got some good descriptions in (I’m so bad at describing physical things in stories, so that one line about Catra’s cheeks looking like hibiscus from her blushing was fucking god tier for me), and all the sudden I didn’t just have a short transition area, I had a full blown scene. (Thank you again dontcallmebugaboo for listening to me ramble about how the transition sucked and I didn’t know what I wanted to do, and you just said “romantic horse ride” and the clouds fucking parted, ilu) The most COMMON version of this is when Characters Suddenly Take Over and completely derail my story. Because then as I look around I go, “Hey yeah that could work, but I need a chapter about A and then need to seed in more references to B before I can expand on C.”

So idk is the short answer lol. I tend to write things out as I go along and every so often I get jumped in a dark alleyway.

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Young Blood – Storyline 2 – Together

= Leah = The cold air flows through my thick wet fur, hitting my face just right to give me the relief I need. My heavy paws slamming themselves down hard on the wet ground not caring that it’s covered by fallen leaves and forest mildew. The sky once again overcast and grey not allowing the sun to show up for me at all. And rain still falling heavy over me, bringing the scent of the forest alive all around us. It’s heady and nostalgic all at the same time. The scent always brought with its good memories of our time camping with our father. His stories and words always filling our hearts with joy. This is the life my wolf always craves when I am in charge and on two-legs, a way to run free and do the one thing we both loved. Running our lands. It’s these times she shows me when I am about to break and allow my anger to get the better of me. It is these scents she reminds me off too cool me down, and it works 99.9% of the time. And because of these runs and my time in the forests, that the days of me bursting into my wolf are that of the past. She had taught me so much; she helps me every day to be a better version of me. Our partnership is what makes life a little easier to handle and now we thrive. “Let our mind open a little Leah” she asks, and I knew why. Running around the boundaries of our lands she wants to see how the others on patrol are doing. We are not meant to be out here today, but what kind of a Beta would we be if we didn’t ( check in ) and make sure everyone was okay. ‘But, remember to keep your emotions and mind closed to them’. She huffs at me. Again, something she has taught me with time. How best to keep myself on locked down from the others in the pack. To keep a small part of myself protected from the others. For the men in the pack it has never been a big deal. Over the years I have realised there isn’t much they think about. Food, Imprints, Sex, Patrol, Drinking, did I say ( Sex ) ? ending with food again and sleep. And I didn’t want to know about it. So, over a decade ago when she told me she could help me, we became inseparable. “What the bloody hell is going on here?” Our paws come to a complete stop, I stand my ears open and I try to concentrate. By now we should be hearing their voices, we should be hearing the jokes and howls. But it is silent, only the sounds of the winds, the rain and the forests surrounding us. I try harder, searching for the voices of the pack. But nothing. We start running the lands again, our large paws hitting the ground hard and fast. The rain still falling from the grey sky above with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Thoughts of all that could have gone wrong flashing before our eyes. “FUCK All this time I’ve been running with my mind closed. They needed me and I wasn’t open to hearing them?” She tried to calm me. ‘Stop imagining the worst’ she scowls at me. She knew what I am thinking without the need for me to say the words. “Silence means no wolves, and that cannot be. There is ALWAYS someone out here patrolling. Our paws not stopping we start to use our other senses, tasting the air around us, using our nose to pick up on scents, finding the need to move East and towards the beach. We didn’t patrol the beaches; we didn’t need to due to the clear views we had of them from the cliff tops. Coming to a stop I look down the forest opening toward the sea. The waves large and dark, hitting the rocks and the stones on the beach hard. The wind picking up with the swells of the ocean sharp and stinging my faces a little when it hits me. Days like today nobody from the tribe would be seen here. Even the townies from Forks didn’t brave the chill in the ocean air. And there they were. The Pack who should have been patrolling, some sitting on the rocks, others running around, jumping into the water or throwing one another in the water more like it. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I growled so hard the ground beneath my paws trembled. Heads of the guys on the beach jerking up and toward where I stood, my teeth beard out displeased with the view I am witnessing before my eyes.

Howling to them to get into line. And they do, one by one they all start to run towards me, looking at one another ashamed and embarrassed. Once they new they were out of sight from any unsuspecting eyes they shift before me. “Leah?” one whimpers hiding behind the trees before stepping out. “What are you doing here?” he asks as the other voices start to pick up in my mind. “What. Am. I. DOING. HERE?” I cannot hold my anger back. “WHAT ARE ALL OF YOU DOING HERE? And WHY IS NOBODY ON PATROL?” My wolf doesn’t even try to calm me now. She is seeing red just as I am. The anger had our tall body covered with white wet fur shaking. And I am trying with my all not to kick the shit out of each and every one of them for leaving their posts. All the voices speaking up at the same time, all of them screaming towards me. And I growl and snarl at them all “SHUT THE FUCK UP. One at a time!” My eyes moving over them, taking in the fear they are feeling. Waiting to see who out of them would dare to step up and tell me who’s bright Idea this all was. After what feels like forever finally one of them blurts out. “We were told to take it easy today. To just hang out and be around if someone needed us.” I question who had given such an idea to them I raw with anger again. “How the fuck am I expected to trust any of you?” I bellow out. “I take one patrol off and you are taking orders from the Uley Pack? Who by the way also aren’t patrolling right now because it’s our time to protect the tribe Not THEIRS!” They all take a step back away from me, this clearly is new news to them all. And the way they are looking towards one another telling me they didn’t do it on purpose. “When are you all going to learn? You are here for a reason. You are here to be a part of something MUCH BIGGER than you could have imagined.” I stamp my paw on the ground and it shakes under us. “We can’t just up and leave to have ( fun ) when we like. We need to plan, to have backups to have our job done!” Another wolf steps up “But Nothing ever happens here anymore Leah, why do we need to always be training and patrolling? We never have any fun anymore.” My head shakes. Drops of water flying out of my fur. “Count yourself lucky kid. You don’t want ANYTHING to happen here. You don’t want to see the things I have.” And it’s the truth, I don’t want any of these younger wolves to live the times we have in the past. I don’t want them to see their brothers -in- arms broken and fallen around them. To have to stand at the funeral and listen to people saying things about them not even knowing the sacrifices we have made for our people. “Leah, we were just sitting on the beach. It wasn’t even really ( fun ) we were just killing time”. I know my downfalls; I know I am hard on them. But it was for their own good, someday they would need to stand and know what is right and wrong without me having to do the thinking for them. The voice inside speaks “Is it really their fault? Why are the older wolves not here showing them the way? Why are they here left on their own?” The answer comes right away. “No, it’s not on them. It’s the older lot of us who should be here for them. To show them the way. But there is only so much I can do, especially with Sam and Jacob soon to be departing from the Packs. My eyes soften at the realisation of it all. The anger is still pulsing through me. But this time for the ones who really are to blame. The ones who should be here supporting these young wolves and not out with their imprints. “One hour, go do a full run of the lands. Once you know it is all clear. Meet me at the top of the diving cliff.” I am not rewarding their bad decisions, but I am hoping to make up for the fact that they have been left alone to work shit out for themselves these last few days I have been away. Excitement rumbles through the pack, they once again start talking over one another. And I remind them “Patrol FIRST!” And this time I wasn’t going to leave them to do it alone. I am their Beta for now. And I am not going to fail them. -- It doesn’t take me long to take

my human form again once I am back in my clearing and nobody is around me. Walking around on two-legs made my wolf sniffle already missing her freedom. “Oh. Stop. It. You know It’s my time now”. Opening up my lockers I grab myself a power bar or two, with a couple of bottles of water. Dressing back into my clothes, before pulling out my phone and seeing the time. “Well. I hope he hasn’t got any big plans.” Sending out a text, [ I know you aren’t on tonight, but you want to grab some pizzas for the pups and meet us up the top of the cliffs? -L ] Hitting send to Embry. And the next text going to my brother. [Grab a load of Beers from the bar and meet me and the pups at the top of the cliffs? -Sis] Not a request or a question to him, he has no choice but to do what I asked as I play the “Sis” card. Slipping the phone into the back pocket of my jeans I close up the lockers and start on my hike back up to the top of the cliffs. This time I was using my two-legs and not four. --- I reached the Cliff in good time, all the young ones slowly starting to show up soon after me. They knew too well that they were not allowed up to the top of the cliffs without someone watching ( over ) them which means they need a babysitter. “And the God has arrived and bought Beers!” Seth came bouncing up the side with two cases of beers, one on each shoulder. “Is he coming up behind you Kid?” I ask with a smirk on my face, walking over to grab a case from him, nudging him in the shoulder before putting the beer on the ground. My brother soon was the centre of attention with the young ones, all asking him and his day and what he has been up to. I knew if they all have steam, they need to let off, this was going to be the way to do it. I knew the young ones would all be complaining to Embry and Seth about before, and I knew full well the two of them would be pissed at me. But at the same time, I hoped someday all these guys will understand why I am the way I am with them. “Come on Leah, let’s have some fun?” The corners of my lips curling up into a smirk, the young ones trying to bate me into joining into their fun. Trying to dare me into taking part, as if I wouldn’t do it. ‘Do they even know you at all?’ The voice of my wolf scoffs within me. She is amused, as am I at how much fun they are having. “You’re too hard on them sometimes Sis.” Seth comes to join me now. His hair is dripping wet, as are his cut offs. He had been jumping with the younger three from the ledge below, showing them what to do and where to land in the water. But now I see them joining the others up here with us at the top of the cliff. “They aren’t bad kids LeaLea. They need to blow of some steam now and then, but we keep pushing them to be at school, to keep their grades up and then with all the training.” I know he is correct; I know what he is trying to get me to see. But I have no choice in the matter, we needed them safe and ready for anything. Jacob being the Alpha, with the support from the Elders had put some rules in place. Rules I wanted to make sure never were broken by our pack. 1. 100% attendance at school. As wolves we knew we didn’t ( fall sick ) so this is an easy one 2. C Grade average to be held 3. Mandatory attendance of Pack Meetings and Training 4. Respectful behaviour with all Failure of any of these four rules would mean the wolf would be on lock down. No runs, no shifting until they were back on the plan. It was Jacob’s job to keep on top of these ( people skills ) tasks in the pack, because let’s be realistic, I never had the head to ( baby ) anyone. In my eyes it was black and white, “Do you know what is expected of you” I would ask them. “You do, right? You know what you need to do, Then Fucking DO IT” I had more than once shouted at them all. But now Jacob hadn’t the time anymore. It was left to me to keep a track of the things he has set up. Not that I disagree with any of it. The young ones did need to have a good education, they needed to learn to be good men. We didn’t want them to be given the reputation us older wolves

had around the Rez. We wanted better for them. I watch them one at a time jumping off the side, the laughter filling the air around us. But I sat back on the tree stump. Down time means I let them ( up to a point ) have some fun. I knew I’ve been riding their arses hard the last few patrols, but I did it for their own good. The younger ones didn’t have the experience Seth, Embry or I had. They didn’t have the time with the Cullen’s to learn about the strengths and weaknesses of our enemies. This meant it is up to us older wolves to teach them, to guide them and to show them the way. But of late the only ones with the time to give these pups have been Embry, Quil, Seth and me. “SETH, LEAH! Come on Jump with us?” Seth stands, kissing my head “Come on Sis, you can have some fun too. You don’t have to be the grown up all the time.” Saying it before running off the cliff with one of the older pups and everyone watches them clapping and cheering. “Go on Lee, show the pups how it’s done?” Now my wolf is trying to dare me too. Standing up I lift my shirt up over my head, stepping out of my boots and undoing my jeans slipping them down my legs standing in my bikini bottoms and sports bra. Pushing my hair back out of my face I look up to find all the young ones had all stopped talking and were watching me. “What are you all looking at?” I ask and the returning Seth with dripping wet hair slaps them all one by one up the side of their heads. Walking up the edge of the cliffs I don’t look over it, there is no need for me to do it. I’ve been jumping these cliffs for years now and knew where each and every rock sat below the water line. It didn’t stop me from playing ( dare devil ) with the rocks at times when I feel the need to push my adrenaline levels up a notch. The air blows my hair back off my face and I smile; nobody could see me doing it. It was a smile for me. My feet push me up into the air, leaping forward my body arching into a curl as it started to fall down the side of the cliff. The wind blowing into my face, waking all my senses at the same time. I can see the waves thrashing into the rocks inches away from where I plan to hit the water and my adrenaline started flowing through me. My arms stretched out over my head, my feet together and pointing to the sky. I cut through the water like a hot knife cuts its way through hard butter. My body dives into the sea, my eyes not once closing as I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. The ice-cold water surrounding my hot body, I could feel the rush both my wolf and I got as I turn myself and push up toward the surface once again. The moment my head bobs out of the sea, I hear the cheering and the screaming coming from the top of the cliff. I cannot help the laughter, pushing my hair out of my face and the water out of my eyes before I swim to the beach and make the climb back up the side of the cliff. = Embry Call = I didn’t reply to Leah, but I left right away. I left the jeep at home because I could get closer on my bike and I was not in the mood for a hike carrying a dozen pizzas. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but I didn’t think she was about to tell the pups what was going on with her just yet. Maybe she was trying to just get a feeling of the pack dynamics or something… before… well before she had to do what she would have to do. But if pizza and beer were involved, I was there. I had managed to keep what I knew on lock down; it was shocking; even to me. Apparently keeping other people’s secrets was a lot easier, or maybe it was because my first duty was to the pack and they weren’t ready yet, made me work harder to put certain things in boxes and close the lid. Or maybe - and it was a big maybe - I was finally learning to control my thoughts… something I never thought I would be able to do after years of trying to make others want to keep out of my head instead of struggling to learn the skill. Either way, I did it. And I knew Leah appreciated it, she didn’t say so; it was just a quiet understanding. I rested my bike onto the kick stand and unstrapped

the boxes from the back where they were nestled under a jacket to keep them hot on the ride. My guitar was slung across my back, I knew a few of the kids played and it wasn’t a party without some tunes. I hiked the half kilometre from where I parked and yelled “PIZZA!” once I could hear the voices of the pups cheering at someone’s dive. I came up to the ridge just in time to see Leah reappear, soaking wet, barely dressed. She was jumping? With the pups? My mind boggled for a moment, and then I winked at her. Seth looked at me like he might slap me. But Leah knew better. “Look who’s finally cutting loose!” I teased; the pile of pizza boxes in my arms was growing smaller by the second. I dropped the guitar and sat cross-legged on the ground, slapping paws away from the last two boxes. “These are for the grown-ups.” I laughed. With a quick glance to Seth, I slipped a bottle from my back pocket and handed it to him. “Don’t let the kids drink that… Paul’s moonshine. They’ll get completely twisted.” This stuff was a sure way to get a wolf completely shit-faced, it still didn’t last long but it was better than necking half a bottle of whiskey just to get a buzz going. The kids were huddled around boxes stuffing their faces, everyone seemed chill but there was a slight under current of tension. And it wasn’t just the unexpectedness of Leah socializing with the pack. I gave Leah a questioning look, trying to convey a look of ‘what’s this all about?’ without tipping off anyone else. = Leah = Climbing back to the top, I manage to stop the smiling. It was exhilarating to jump after so long. I didn’t jump or take part in the ( fun ), at all so to keep the younger ones in line. They needed to be scared of someone, and it wasn’t going to be the guys. Who were just overgrown ( babies ) themselves on most days. Clamping my hands around my hair, pushing it back first and then over my shoulder to squeeze out the water once I reach the top and see the pups eyeing me again. And hear Embry too. Smirking as I wasn’t sure if he would come. My brow raises at his sass and winking towards me. It makes me roll my eyes. And flip him off with my middle finger. “I don’t need to ( cut loose ). This was just to show this lot how it should be done.” Moving around them all, back to where my clothes sit on the ground. ‘And boy did she jump. We didn’t even know Leah could do that!’ One of the pups says grabbing a slice and sitting himself down to eat. My wolf growls inside of me. Mumbling “if only you knew half of the story kid.” And it makes me smirk. Telling her “Down girl, it’s my job to fly off the handle. Not yours.” She simmers down as I pick up a shirt and pull it on. Buttoning the front before turning back to see Seth giving Embry a ( look ), taking the bottle of Moonshine. Whatever it was between them, I knew the two of them would work it out in one way or another. Most nights like these ended in one, or two, or all of them in a wrestling match. Catching a bottle of beer Seth throws towards me I wink to thank him, before leaning down to open a box Embry had managed to keep the pups off, and grabbing myself a slice of pizza. My eyes catching Embry’s look. I knew I’d have to tell him. Or the younger ones will. I saw all the guys were busy now eating, asking Seth for a little of Paul’s moonshine. “Don’t you Fucking Dare! Nobody but the grownups drink that shit Paul makes! You will go blind!” I amuse. Looking back to Embry I nod to the tree logs a little further back and make my way there taking a bite of the slice. “Are you going to tell him?” My wolf asks and I tell her I had to. Once Embry joined me, I knew the guys are all too busy to listen to us. Playing with the slice in my hand. I start to break down my outrage at finding the pack on the beach, the scare they gave me when I could hear them as a wolf. But playing the last part down. Nobody needed to know that I worried about the pups, or anyone as a matter of fact. “And don’t even get me started on how Sam’s pack are becoming lazy little fucks who do nothing but take short

cuts!” Drinking a mouthful of the beer before biting into the slice. = Embry Call = “Oh, kid!” I sighed with a dark chuckle when he said he didn’t think Leah could dive. “You’re gonna get your ass whooped!” I squeezed Seth’s shoulder. “And we’re just gonna stand here and watch.” He very quickly turned back to his pizza. We laughed, I took the bottle of moonshine from Seth and swigged, this stuff still burned the whole way down, no matter how much you drank you never built up a tolerance. It tasted like gasoline. When Leah signalled, I grabbed a beer, a slice and followed her. I waited for her to get her story out, the thought of no voices in my head as a wolf was a little creepy to me. Even when there were only four of us there was always someone there. The pups were right about things being quiet, and even I felt like the tribe was safe for now, but things were always safe... until they weren’t. But, we had a purpose, protect the tribe, and we couldn’t let our guard down. I shook my head, maybe I needed to spend a bit more time guiding rather than just goofing with them and doing my job. It was easy for us older, experienced wolves to be vigilant and still have a good time. But the kids clearly needed more guidance. I really didn’t know what to say about the Uley pack; honestly, I was so distracted lately, I just assumed they did their part. I needed to get my act together, especially considering everything that was coming. I told Leah I’d back her up when this all came out, I guess that was starting now. The last thing we needed was this transition happening when everyone was already complacent. I didn’t comment on her outburst, tonight was proof that she knew she may have overreacted, though even saying that… I didn’t necessarily think she was entirely in the wrong, maybe just a little extreme. “I’ll keep a closer eye on my shifts, try to whip them back into shape.” Part of me resented that this was falling to me; I know Leah wouldn’t and couldn’t order me to do it… yet. But with Jake essentially gone already; Leah was leading without the Alpha voice, and someone had to do it. Leah and Seth had a business to run, they couldn’t do it all. “Let them have tonight and then… we’ll get them back on track.” I gave Leah an encouraging smile. “This was a good idea. They’re good kids… most of the time.” I watched a few of them dive again, hoping they hadn’t gotten their hands on the moonshine. They were having fun; one of them was already plucking strings on my guitar. They occasionally glanced over, curious about what she was telling me, I suppose. Wondering whose side I was on, but we were a pack there was always only one side. Seth seemed to be entertaining them; Leah probably already told him what happened. “Em!” one of the kids yelled. “You gonna jump with us or what?” “Duty calls.” I grinned. “C’mon, let’s show them how it’s done.” = Leah = My eyes forward, chewing on the last mouthful of pizza watching the carefree fun the guys were having. Even with the way I ripped into them, they had a way to brush it off and have a good time. I still found this hard, sitting next to someone telling them how I’d fucked up. Mom, Billy, and Jake had been my ( go to ) for so long. But that too had stopped when the Great Wolf showed himself to me. Then when the ancestors started to talk to me, I thought I was going mad. And I had no way to explain it to the ones who supported me. But with Embry, it seems different, something had clicked the other night unexpectedly, unexplainable really. For some reason I let my guard down. I broke rules I’d been living with for years. And so far, it hadn’t backfired on me. Hell. He’d even been keeping the information, our conversation on lockdown from the others when we were shifted. That I’d not expected. “Embry, I didn’t mean you need to step up. I know you have a lot on your plate dude. I just.” I didn’t know what. He had so much on his plate with his mother being sick, and him being the only one supporting her. I really didn’t know why I was telling him about my outburst. I’d never

have done it before. I’d not given a shit who’s ( feelings ) are hurt when having a go at them. The wind blew around me and I felt the touch on my shoulder, a voice nothing more than a whisper ‘You cannot do this alone.’ Mentally I say, “I need to help him, not the other way around” and I knew the answer before the voice said it. ‘We are a pack; we all help one another. Nobody stands alone.’ My eyes shift to the yelling and I smirk, turning to look up at Embry grinning down at me. Taking one last pull from my bottle of beer I put it down beside me. “You need me to show you how it’s done too Embry?” My lips curling up into a smirk, standing I unbutton my shirt walking towards the others. The pups shout-out ‘Oh. Burn!’ to Embry. As I throw my shirt to the side with my other clothes, turning to look at him. “What are you waiting for, chicken or something?” = Embry Call = Sitting with Leah like this, talking about the pack… her owning up to being harsh with the kids, it should have been weird, but it wasn’t. Since she’d told me about everything that was coming things were different. I could tell she thought it was strange though, I was always more of an open book, and it was more in my nature to just go with the flow. I wasn’t sure if it was more to do with starting to trust me, or starting to trust anyone, that was playing on her mind. ‘Was Leah my friend now?’ I thought to myself. ‘Did Leah even want friends? She sure doesn’t seem to need any.’ “I know you didn’t.” I clarified when she said she didn’t mean for me to take on extra responsibility. “But this is the job, we are what we are for a reason and the day they stop realising were here to protect the people is the day we lose someone. “ I nodded towards the crowd of kids. “Or one of them.” What I didn’t say is what would be worse, one of them or one of the tribes, because I knew my answer was purely selfish. The thought of losing one of those voices in my head was impossible to comprehend, but at the same time it was our calling; to die for the tribe if that’s what it came down to. When the kids looked at me like I just got schooled I knew I needed to do something drastic to prove my status as the pack’s resident badass. And I had a really bad idea; a stupid, gutsy grin spread across my face and I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my shoes. I looked at Leah like she was prey. “I’m pretty sure I can teach them something new,” I said with a slight tilt of my head. Then before I could talk myself out of it, I charged. I tackle her at the drop-off, lock my arms around her waist and push us both over the edge with all my strength. The yells and gasps of the pups were instantly muffled by the rushing air in my ears. I let go of her straight away and didn’t let myself dwell on the consequences as the sea rushed up to meet me. The thrill of the jump never got old; each time was like the first. It was over too soon, my hands sliced through the icy water and I plunged below the surface. When I spun around in time to see the flurry of bubbles as Leah hits the water a second later. I was far too exhilarated to worry about the fallout. I kicked my way to the surface and whooped in victory when I broke through. The chants from the clifftop spurring my triumphant spirit, I shook my hair out of my eyes and howled in victory again pumping my fist into the air. = Leah = “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it Embry Call!” The words leave my lips a minute too late. I saw the look in his eyes, the stupid grin he got the moment a bad idea hit him, and soon after that he acts on them. I ready my body for whatever it could be he does, and as in slow-mo he comes running towards me. I consider turning on my side to move out of his way. But I knew too well that would mean he would be over the cliff and not in the best position to miss the rocks below the water level. “What. The.” I couldn’t finish the words before his arms locked around my waist, he was holding me into him. And then we were in the air, the two of us flying down the cliff side. The wind pushing my hair

back as we were moving towards the ice-cold water. It takes nothing more than a split second for me to turn in his arms, changing his trajectory so he’d clear the rocks at the bottom and be out of danger, before we part ways. Arching my body into a dive my arms now stretched out above my head and my toes pointing to the sky. My hands cut through the water and the water rushes up around me engulfing my body into its iciness. My eyes close for a moment and then I open them to see where he had landed in the water, relieved to see he was safe. Turning my body around I push myself up, weaving my legs to make my way back up to the surface only seconds after him. Part of me wanted to punch his lights out right here in the water, the other part wanted to laugh out from the rush it was to come flying down not knowing where I would land. As I break free taking in a deep breath of air, pushing my hair back of my face and clearing my eyes of the salty sea water, I hear the cheering from above. As well as from the man beside me. It stopped my need for turning this into a teachable moment, and I just went with the flow of the night. Laughing I swim towards him. “Embry. Fucking. Call!” As soon as I reach him I put both my arms on his shoulders, lifting myself up out of the water and then pushing his entire body down back into it. Holding him down at the mad arse move he had just pulled. “That was Stupid!” And fucking amazing but hell if I was going to tell him that part. Pushing his head down into the water. And moving my legs up onto his shoulders I stand, lifting myself on top of them. Before doing a back flip into the water again. Only now letting him go free. Hearing the screams and cheers and clapping from above erupting and echoing down the cliff tops, when I broke free of the water once again. Laughing now, I wink at him as he looked back at me re-emerging. “Last one to the shore is an Arse!” Without another word, I move my feet into his chest, using him as a back board to push off from. Pushing myself forward into the sea. My arms stretched out before me, my legs kicking the sea as I move from side to side. Grinning to myself as I see land coming closer and closer. I allow myself one glance back to see Embry coming and I pushed myself a little harder. Reaching land, I pull myself up to stand in the water laughing hard enjoying this bad idea of an evening. A little breathy from the way it all took place. Waiting for Embry I clap him on. “Come on Call, you can do it. Don’t let the side down now!” I laugh again in a way I’ve not allowed myself to do in so long. = Embry Call = The cheers from above continued and I was a legend once again, I didn’t try to move away or stop Leah dunking me. I grin as she pushes me under with her whole-body weight. When she releases me I suck in air and laugh? “Stupid good!” I taunt, loudly. I have to suck in another breath as my face dips below the surface again, and she climbs onto my shoulders and flips into the water. I clap for her once I re-emerged. I wasn’t the only one that could put on a show for the pups. Once her challenge was issued, I started to swim, she was fast but that damn sure didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try. The cheering quickly changed from my name to hers as she pulled out into the lead of the impromptu race. I swam as fast as I could but couldn’t quite catch her, when I could stand, I saw her on the beach ankle deep and cheering me on. I shake the water from my still too-long hair and head into shore. “You’re fucking fast,” I admit, only slightly bitter with a wry smile, my shorts hung heavy on my hips with the weight of saltwater clinging to them. Steam was already rising off the two of us and the tide was pulling the sand from under my feet each time it lapped at the back of my calves. I leaned down and scooped up a handful of water flinging it in her direction with a cheeky smirk. “We should get back up there before one of them tries something like that?” I laugh, still buzzing from the jump… or the moonshine, maybe even both. = Leah = Laughing softer now,

I stand in the water, my hands resting on my hips and my eyes glanced from Embry to the sky behind him. It was a good time to be here, a good idea to let them all ( and myself ) blow off some steam. “It’s about time, took you long enough Embry.” I smirked at his comment about my speed. “Is someone a little jealous?” Asking him and teasing him too. It was standard with us all, we were all competitive. Always trying to one up the other, only difference was I’d pulled myself out of these races a lot time ago. I stopped taking part, stopped having the fun side of our life. “Hey!” I disclaim, my hands flying up to cover my eyes when he splashed the ice-cold water into me. Grinning as I look up towards the cliff. He had a good point. Moving back into the water towards him, still looking up toward the cheering pups. “And who would be the Bad influence to teach them those moves Embry Call?” Without him seeing, I placed my foot in between his legs. Entwining my ankle with his, and pulled and lifting my foot back towards me, sending Embry back. “Payback is a bitch Call; can’t let you get away without some sort of punishment.” Watching as he fell, his back hitting the water and his legs flying up toward the sky. His arms stretched out as his face and then body disappeared into the shallow waters. “Dude, when did you become so slow?” I amuse stepping back out and onto the beach. With the forward planning I had been ready for this, with my bikini bottoms and sports bra on. I could feel the water evaporating in steam off my body. “Come on, before you lose the race to the top too.” But I don’t go running off, I knew the pups looked up to him. And I wasn’t going to take this one away from him. Pulling my soaking wet hair back, leaning to the side I squeezed out as much of the sea water as I could. My feet taking me towards the cliff climb back up to the rest of the pack. = Embry Call = I laugh at her almost-girlie exclamation as I splash her. “I’m not above giving credit where –“ I was stopped mid-sentence when she pulled my leg from under me. I hit the shallow water with a slap. “I probably deserved that.” I groaned sitting up in the chest-high water, the tide lapped up over my shoulders, I dragged myself to my feet, eyeing her playfully. “It’s not entirely my fault,” I said. “You distracted me; I curled up one corner of my mouth and raised an eyebrow. There was no denying Leah was an attractive girl, but there were very few in the pack brave (or stupid) enough to actually point it out. The change in the dynamic between the two of us was palpable since our… adventure to the nightclub. I didn’t worry about saying the wrong thing around her anymore. Ever since she’d shut herself off from the pack, only letting us hear what we needed to, I was disconnected from her; we all were. The connection pissed us all off sometimes, but it was valuable too. I think I embraced that more than the rest… even too much, sometimes. But I was starting to feel like there was a different connection now, and maybe after tonight, her scare with the pups; she’d start to remember why we were linked that way. I followed her up the beach shaking the water from my hair with my hand. She beat me to the cliff, but I could climb faster, being a good few inches taller was a bonus too. A few long stretches of my arms and I pulled myself past her. It wasn’t long before I hauled myself onto the ledge and the shower of praise began. “Holy shit, Em’!” Seth thumped his fist against mine. “I can’t believe she didn’t kill you for that.” I just winked at him and looked over the ledge to cheer Leah on, as she had for me on the shore, maybe a little more sarcastically than her. The kids were at my back talking all at once about the dive. I leaned down and held my hand out to Leah when she was close enough to reach me. I saw the look in her eyes, and I smirked. “Teamwork, Leah.” Flicking my eyes to the pups at my back, keeping my head still. “Wouldn’t want to set a bad example, would we?” If she actually took my help it would be an event of biblical proportions. =

Leah = The climb wasn’t hard, and it didn’t take long. My body moved up the side in perfect rhythm. Left arm right leg, my feet knowing the holding and my hands clasping the rocks as I pulled myself higher and higher. Hell, this was the second time tonight I was doing it. But this time I didn’t push to race. I knew Embry would catch up, he was a great climber and did it with such ease. He had the added height and the upper body strength to make up for my speed and agility. As I come toward the top of the cliff the sounds of all the pups cheering for Embry made me smirk a little, pushing myself up I stop seeing his face peering back down towards me. “Could you be anymore sarcastic right now?” I as with a raise of my eyebrow. His hand reached out down towards me. And I am in the mind of bursting into my wolf and jumping up and nailing him to the ground. But that wouldn’t be a ( good example) to set in front of the pups. Then his words froze me. He knew just what to say and when. He knew it, by using the pups as an excuse there was no way I could not take his hand. Taking a deep breath, I push myself up, my hand clasping into his, my fingers curling around his hand. With one final push and with his hand taking mine, he pulled me up to the ledge and landed on my feet in front of him. Smirking ”Teamwork.” I hear the pups all talking over one another about the dive, how Embry grabbed me and how the two of us went flying down the side. Followed by how I had pushed Embry under the water and flipped off his shoulders. It was certainly turning into a night for them all to remember. Looking at Embry now I shook my head slowly. “Thank you.” It wasn’t just for the lift, but for him coming. It was his night off, he didn’t need to be here, but he showed, and he made the pups forget about my outburst. It meant a lot to me. = Embry Call = I smiled as I pulled her up, a little shocked that she’d taken my hand. But I see it in her expression that she didn’t mean to thank me for helping her over the ledge, our newfound understanding of one another was showing itself in many different ways. Who knew after all these years of meandering between being at each other throats or completely indifferent with each other that we’d end up here? Almost - but not quite - relying on each other. The evening had been a much-needed break for me, the stresses of looking after Mom were building up again, her treatments were working… but that’s all they were treatments. They weren’t going to solve the problem. I was lucky to have Sue checking on her, otherwise, I would’ve had to move home; and that really wasn’t part of my plan. I didn’t want to be “That Guy”… the one that still lives at home at my age (not that I’d actually aged since I’d phased). “Anytime,” I said, meaning more than the word itself entailed, just as she had. I walked over to where the pups had dutifully stacked the empty pizza boxes and chuckled, they may be lazy shits, but at least they weren’t litterbugs. I grabbed two more beers from the dwindling supply and handed one to Leah. With a quick glance around the group, I took a seat on a well-positioned log and grabbed the abandoned guitar, not really playing anything in particular, just allowing the lack of immediate responsibilities to continue by keeping myself occupied with familiar things. Diving, the pack, music, drinking… just like old times. = Leah = Taking the bottle of beer from Embry, I quietly moved off to the side. Lifting my shirt and slipping it on and buttoning the front up. My mind had needed the down time, a reminder that there was more to this life of mine than the stresses and the decisions I needed to take. Twisting the bottle cap off I stood watching over them all gathering around close to Seth and Embry. Taking a mouthful of the beer my eyebrow raising at the soft sound of the guitar. It had been a long while since I’d heard him playing. The winds changed behind me and the whispering in my ears started ‘See, this is why you need to step up Leah Clearwater. This here is only part of the reason you are

needed. You care, you worry, you made them smile.’ I didn’t agree with the last words in that statement. And it felt like a slap to the back of my head just as The Great Wolf had given me once before. ‘Trust in yourself Child.’ And with the wind blowing my hair over my face. The Energy was gone. “Trust in yourself.” I ponder the words glancing at the smiling faces of the pups. and the way they look up at Seth and Embry. Now, those two had the trust, I just brought the fear of god into them all. Taking another mouthful from the bottle, I walk off to the edge of the cliff and look out toward our lands. Asking myself “Can you really do this Leah?”

#LeahClearwater #Leah #HotHeadSheWolf #SpiritsHotHead #EmbryCall #Embry #BADBOYEMBRYCALL #Twilight #TwilightRP #TwiRP #AUStories

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bushlaboo · 7 years

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if you haven’t, you should (part xxvii)

27th installment of my Olicity-centric Arrow fanfiction recommendations, parts: I, II, III, IV, V, VI,VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XXIV, XXV & XXVI.

I am going to start off with a slew of @thatmasquedgirl recommendations. My wifey has been prolific and brilliant of late: first up, a little something I inspired, say pineapple to Masque and she thinks Psych (as should we all) and when thinking about Psych meets Olicity prompts this beautiful craziness ensues: Cat in the Cradle (Or in Felicity's Apartment). Then of course when she has a fake!psychic!Felicity AU happening and I put a little word in her ear about that version meeting fake!pyschic!Oliver this bit of delight followed: Close Company. But I’m not the only one giving her ideas, thanks to @thebookjumper's Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon we’ve also been gifted with this stellar Tarzan AU: Uncharted Territory. (Seriously if Masque doesn’t write more in this verse I will cry bitter tears of woe.) Last, but never least, the latest installment in Deathstroke!Felicity: Bite the Bullet. AND OMG MASQUE JUST POSTED SOMETHING IN THE Dark, Dirty, Dangerous series – this was like my fave, after TA, until recently. I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN: Hostile Territory.

In the Wake of Yesterday by foreverfelicityqueen (@stydiasredstring) & holysmoaksoliver (@holysmoaksoliver ). The long awaited follow-up to Before the World Wakes. Malcolm is using Felicity, Waller is using Tommy and Oliver has finally decided to return home – without a heads up – can our beloved trio get their acts together and save the day? If you’ve haven’t read this series consider me very mad at you. It is magnificent.

The Love Thieves: Ludus by TrueMyth. Another long awaited sequel (to The Love Thieves: Amour de Soi), Felicity and Oliver are assigned a Section mission where they must play married. @truemyth has out done herself with the UST, mission stakes, and creepy bad guy. I beg of you: read, comment, and kudos.

Beneath the Shadowed Hood (There is a Mark Upon My Countenance) by geniewithwifi (@geniewithwifi). Steampunk!Soulmate AU. It is nearly impossible to describe what is going on with this fic, but it so amazing. Just go, READ IT. You won’t regret it.

Felicity Smoak and the City of Gold by acheaptrickandacheesyoneline. Part Mummy, part National Treasure and whole lot of fun … librarian Felicity Smoak gets pulled into a treasure hunt with Oliver Queen, son of the famous adventurer and treasure hunter Robert Queen, whose out to make his own mark on the world.

My Home series by adiwriting (@adiwriting ). AU series of stories where Oliver and Felicity are childhood friends separated when her mother moves them to Las Vegas. Throughout the years they maintain their more than friendship before Oliver Queen is lost at sea … or is he?

Panthera Pardus by AlexiaBlackbriar13. Another of my talented wives has been busy spinning her AU web, this time werepanther!Oliver. @alexiablackbriar13 has also updated her Man's Best Friend verse with Betrayed Hatred. So much Quentin Lance in this one and I adore it!

Hide Away {We Could Be Beautiful} by beinmyheart . No Island/Arrow AU that takes a realistic look at life for Felicity wheelchair bound as she takes on a new job as the EA to a certain CEO.

The Mirror in the Attic by Sophie1973. AU with time traveling. Felicity Smoak inherits a crumbling house from the reclusive Oliver Queen. Having no connection to him, his gift is a mystery she finds herself compelled to answer, but the impossible happens when a mirror leads her to meet Oliver Queen in the 1940s.

At the Edge of the Ocean by Bindy417 (@bindy417). Mermaid!Felicity and no crazy mercenaries (or Sara) island AU.

Not The One From Delphi by ExcellentlyEllen. Dueling vigilantes kind of, sort of AU. The Green Arrow doesn’t like the new vigilante that has popped up in Starling City, little does he know, she’s a lot closer to him than he knows.

Left To Fate by MISSYriver (@missyriver). Sort of inspired Serendipity AU. Fate brought them together and circumstances pulled them apart, but will they be able to find each other again before it is too late?

ribs are a cage (of a wild heart) by sarcastic_fina (@sarcasticfina). A Teen Wolf inspired AU. Honestly I’ve never seen the show, I am not 100% sure what is happening, but I love it anyhow.

some fairytale bliss by callistawolf (@callistawolf). Post 5.23 fic, Oliver, Felicity & gang returning to Star City. Each chapter is inspired by TheBookJumper's Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon prompts.

Beyond The Spotlight by arrow_through_my_writers_block. Sort of Bodyguard-ish but so many twist. Pop star Felicity Smoak has a mysterious past that is rearing its ugly head. When threats get too close to home new bodyguard Oliver Queen is brought on to strengthen her security and keep her safe.

The Beast Within by felicityollies (@felicityollies). Soulmate AU with a twist. Oliver comes back from Lian Yu with more than just arrow-ing abilities, he’s also a werewolf.

Bonds That Can't Be Broken by Wherethereissmoak. Alpha/Beta/Omega AU where a drunken night in Vegas leads to a certain duo bonding without remembering who exactly with ... and how they find each other again. Also by @wherethereissmoak ... To supplement her income Felicity Smoak is a donor to the outed vampire population, ready to retire her last feeding job is Oliver Queen. Sparks fly and things happen: Tastes like pure joy.

Of Sutures, Spilled Juice, and Sticky Notes by KayleeThePete. AU where paramedic Oliver Queen finds himself assisting one of the Starling City’s vigilantes (aka Felicity Smoak).

Anything But Ordinary by Hellbrat (Ringred19) . Heading into season 3 canon divergent tale where Felicity’s latent Slayer gene finally activates causing complications with Team Arrow, especially as vampires begin to pop up in Starling.

Now for some oldies (aka previous recommendations), but goodies that were recently updated:

AlexiaBlackbriar13’s Defend Not The Man, But The Mind (Bellator!Oliver. Really if I have to say more you should be ashamed of yourself.)

Abbie’s (@absentlyabbie) Way Down We Go (Part 4 of her brilliant Long Way Down series)

writewithurheart’s (@writewithurheart) There's a Machine Where My Heart Should Be (A glorious steampunk, each thought the other was dead AU)

greyhorizon’s What You Will (Modern Twelfth Night-inspired AU)

QueenKLee's The Wrong Girl. (I am legit in love with what she has done with Isabel in this fic. Not something I would ever in a million years ever think I’d say.)

SuperSillyAndDorky06’s (@supersillyanddorky06) The Predator (Rival mob AU)

dettiot (@dettiot) & Mel_Sanfo’s (@melsanfo) Two Men, Same Name (Two Olivers! What could wrong? Hint: A LOT.)

And now for a little self-promotion, my Gargoyles AU, Defenders of the Night.

#olicity #arrow #olicity fic #arrow fic #olicity fanfiction #fanfic recommendations #get reading folks #shameless plug

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perlukafarinn · 7 years

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12x23 coda

"What am I gonna do with you, kid?" Castiel opened his eyes slowly, squinting up at the clear blue sky above him. He smiled absentmindedly for a moment, feeling comfortable and warm and calm, until he realized that he shouldn't even have eyes to open. He sat up, eyes darting around as he took in his surroundings. He was on a sandy white beach, a lush forest to his left and the ocean to his right, sparkling in the sunlight. And in front of him... Chuck knelt down so that they were face-to-face, resting his palm on his knee. "Hey, Castiel. How are you holding up?" He was wearing a pair of swim trunks patterned with palm trees, sunglasses perched on his head and a drink in his hand. Behind him, Amara gave Castiel a wave from where she lay on a towel, sunning herself. Castiel blinked. He couldn't really remember how he had gotten here, but one thing was obvious. "I died." "Yeah," Chuck said with a wince. "Sorry about that."

A thousand questions ran through Castiel's mind. He hadn't expected the chance to speak to his father again - hadn't wanted it when he had it first - and now he hardly knew where to begin. Finally, he decided on, "Where am I?" "An alternate dimension. This one was made by a version of me who didn't think to create angels or humans." Chuck grinned. "Raccoons are the dominant species on this earth. Between you and me, they're not doing a bad job of it."

Castiel looked around. This small piece of land did, at least, look idyllic. "I don't understand." "Don't worry about it, it's just a little detour on your way back." "You're bringing me back to life?" Castiel's stomach tightened with emotions he couldn't define. "Why?" Chuck shrugged. "I guess it's not fair of me to play favorites, but I never claimed to be infallible. Well, okay, I did, but that was a while ago. Practically another lifetime." His expression softened. "You're not done yet, Castiel. I know I have a policy of non-interference but I can't let you die before you're ready." "...I don't understand," Castiel said again. Every answer from his father seemed to raise more questions. Favorites? Castiel? "You were one of the last angels I created. A kind of beta test of humanity, I guess you could call it. I thought I could make you in my imagine but I realized after I created you that I was going the wrong way about it. Angels have divine purpose but it comes at the cost of free will. You, though," he pointed at Castiel, "you have the capacity for it. To be human, even." "I've been human," Castiel said. "I didn't like it." "You had your grace stolen," Chuck pointed out. "There's a difference between choosing humanity and humanity being thrust upon you. Until you were ready to make that choice, I couldn't let you die with all that potential unfulfilled." Castiel swallowed, casting his gaze down. He couldn't escape the feeling that he had disappointed his father by not coming to this realization himself. By having the capacity for free will, and using it so terribly and ineptly. "Why didn't you tell me all this last year?" Chuck was quiet for a long while. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft. "I was too ashamed." Castiel looked up in shock. Chuck smiled wryly at him. "I don't regret how I made you," he said. "But I do regret that I didn't give you the guidance you needed. I like the Winchesters but, bless them, they're not exactly the best role models." "Dean and Sam are good men," Castiel protested. "They're my brothers Chuck made a face Castiel couldn't interpret. "I'm not sure 'brother' is the right word for Dean, but I get what you're saying." Before Castiel could protest again (though what, he wasn't exactly certain), he continued. "You were in a terrible situation. A little bit my fault, I'll admit. I could've done a better job with Lucifer, but mostly it comes down to bad luck." Castiel didn't say anything. He wanted to agree - he'd been angry with his father for so long for how he'd left them - but he couldn't find it in himself. How could he be angry with his father when he himself had made so many mistakes? Chuck flicked his forehead. Castiel recoiled instinctively, staring flabbergasted up at his father. "Hey, none of that. I can tell you wanna be angry with me, and you've got the right. Take it from me, kids always have the right to be angry with their parents when they mess up. Even if they've made their own mistakes." "But-" "No buts." Chuck gripped Castiel's shoulder. "I'm gonna send you on your way now. Dean's been sending me some pretty colorful threats and if you don't get back soon, I'm not sure he won't go and do something stupid." Guilt twinged in Castiel's stomach. He had about a thousand other questions for his father, but he was right. He couldn't let Sam and Dean mourn him for any longer. "Be careful out there," Chuck said, squeezing his shoulder once before releasing it. He smiled softly, and for one moment Castiel was filled with an all-encompassing love, so pure and strong and familiar it overwhelmed him. "I'm proud of you, kid." Castiel blinked, his vision suddenly swimming with tears. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing would come out, and then he felt himself fading away. "Goodbye," Amara called over Chuck's shoulder as they disappeared from Castiel's view. "Give Dean a kiss from me, will you?"

#avyssoseleison #spn fanfic #castiel #chuck shurley #fix-it #spn season 12 #spn spoilers #just wanted to write my take on how they'll inevitably bring cas back #there's some slight deancas if you squint #this was written with a dean and cas in mind who are completely in love with each other anyway #perlukafarinn writes #canon fic

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thefrostfalgar · 7 years

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What Shachi Does When He Feels Like Being Left Out (Part 1: KilGuin)

Okay so in the middle of kilguin talks with @leenahanwoo we managed to end up talking about shachi and that he deserves more love. So this happens.

Also, this work is checked by her and beta-ed by the amazing @stitchesandstockings. Also, special thanks to @ramesari who draws me a really cute Shachi based on this story :D

Okay, onto the story

Hi, my name is Shachi.

Yes, Shachi. A whale. Don’t laugh. Don’t ask. Because you won’t see me asking what your parents were thinking by giving you weird name, even if your name means Potato Starch, but that was mainly because your mom is a yonko, and you probably have a bounty exceeding one billion yourself. I won’t draw an enemy so strong near my captain or my crewmate - even though I know that they can deal with it. We’re pretty strong. Our captain is the best, and even after so many years following him, he’s only getting better and stronger every day. The bounty doesn't even show half of his strength, if anything, I think it’s a huge insult to him.

Anyway , Since it’s been two days since the Kid Pirates docked near us, I really have nothing to do today. Like… Nothing . Nothing, nothing. I have done everything twice; checking Captain’s medical kits, checking the submarine’s machines even though I’m not the mechanic (with some of the Kid Pirates. What the hell), cleaning the deck, and even teasing Bepo about the summer island heat. Roaming the island seems wrong at this time, especially since captain doesn’t like to pass by us when he’s walking with a certain redhead that leads the group of pirates docked near us. Ugh. That Eustass Kid is just ugh, because when he’s around, not only do I lose my captain to that red headed brute, but I also lose my best friend to his blond first mate. Yes, for you who take it as news, my best friend, the guy with Penguin cap who is usually as fun as me, is suddenly a smitten, blushing virgin when he’s with the blond.

I don’t even know what the hell is going on. We were so happy teasing and seducing girls on the island, and suddenly, when the blond shows up, Peng just suddenly got all quiet and that’s when I knew. I just knew, because we have been friends since God knows when. I swear we’re supposed to be twins, and since the metal faced, motherly bodybuilder got here, there goes our fun grand plan to “swim by day, pub crawl by night”. I know, it sucks right? Sure I can be fine on my own, but we’re supposed to be twins , and it’s not like that I’m good at planning at the last minute. Or planning at all. That’s captain’s specialty.

Where was I again? Aha. Since it’s been two days and I have nothing else to do (I am a very active guy so sleeping is not an option), I decided to comb my hair, adjust my hat in a more proper position, and force Bepo to wear a clear lens glasses because I knew that he’s also as bored as me, now that Captain has been kidnapped by stupid Eustass Kid. This time we won’t just let those thieves be. We will take back what’s ours. How, you ask? By being the better, more intelligent version of me.

“Massacre Soldier-san, Penguin guy-san, Casquette and Teddy from the gossip section of Pirates Weekly,” I approach the two figures in a rushing, pressing tone that managed to make both of them turn away from each other. Yes- No more of that lovey dovey stare. What the heck was even with those two? They’re pirates for heaven’s sake. Aren’t they ashamed with themselves? That guy has Killer for a name!

“Shachi, what are you doing?” Penguin asked, clearly annoyed.

“I’m here because rumor has it that you are together now, following the Heart and Kid Pirates Captain alliance that has now reached the ‘ bedroom level ’? Is that true?” I asked again, pretending to write while I only put repetitive squiggles in my notebook. Behind me, Bepo was pretending to snap pictures like a paparazzi would do. Except, what he used was not a real camera because neither of us knew how to use the damn thing. We asked one of the Kid Pirates to create a flashing thing and apparently, they can be pretty handy if they’re not too busy trying to look like punks.

“Bedroom level,” Killer huffed, sounding slightly amused.

“Shachi, get the hell out of here,” Penguin repeated, trying to shove me away but I managed to dodge and put my full attention to Killer instead.

“Massacre soldier-san, is that true that you were the one that wooed Penguin? Anonymous sources state that you cornered Penguin against the wall and kissed him while he pointed his spear at you. Is that true?”

At that, Penguin blushed heavily and Killer shifted. I was a bit afraid that he might pull out the scythes and cut me into tiny pieces but that’s Captain’s privilege so I won’t let him do it. Besides, if he’s so smitten with my friend, he wouldn’t do that right? Right?

“Who said that?” Killer asked.

“To protect the safety of our sources they must remain anonymous,” I said again, in a more urgent tone. “Massacre Soldier-san, assuming that it is true, what made you do that? Was it because the heat of the battle? Or was it because you managed to see a glimpse of the fat Penguin ass he hides under that jumpsuit?”

“SHACHI!” now Penguin tried to grab me, but I managed to dodge.

“Massacre Soldier-san? Any thoughts?” I yelled, while Bepo tried to hold Penguin with both hands, the fake camera be damned. I can tell from the bear’s face that he’s also amused with the whole scenario, even though I doubt that he understood my innuendos. Polar bears are weird.

“Also, from another anonymous source in other island, I heard that you’re easily provoked into violence? Is that how you find your sexual drive? Do you usually end up banging your opponents? Some of our readers are dead curious. Care to share?”

Judging by how hard Penguin blushed, I’m pretty sure that blood will soon leak out of the surface of his face. He’s still struggling against Bepo’s clutches, but I’m pretty sure that he will get away soon. However, despite the blushing flightless bird’s resistance, Killer was staying calm and somehow not being provoked by me. That’s good and bad. Because even though I’m glad that I don’t have to fight him, I’m kinda disappointed that he doesn’t take my bait. I guess if you’re a first mate to a captain like Eustass Kid, you have no other option than to have some brain power about you to cover what he’s lacking.

“Well, is that how you see Penguin? The heat-of-the-fight-prey?”

“OH, THAT’S IT YOU…”

Anger had finally given Penguin the power to get free of Bepo’s bear hug, and he charged towards me (probably with the intention to kill me or at least put me on verge of death). Luckily, before he could reach me, Killer managed to get hold of him in a hug from behind, and I swear he was about to bleed from his nose. Pervert.

“What can I say, he’s cute in the middle of the fight,” Killer smiled as his arms rose to Peng’s chest, hugging him in a more… affectionate way. “And, whoever your anonymous source is, they’re right. I cornered him into a kiss so that he wouldn’t get away. It took quite a good technique and a lot of tongue work to convince him of my feelings.”

Killer ended that sentence with a heavier, almost seductive, tone- right beside Penguin’s ear, and a kiss on Peng’s deep pink cheek. His hand touched Penguin’s jumpsuit zipper… and I swear…

“Ugh!” I yelled and threw my notes to the floor. “Seriously, guys. Gross. Totally gross. You guys are pirates. What the hell with all of this lovey dovey shit?”

I turned around, feeling heat surfacing on the skin of my face and I glared at Bepo, who seemed shocked and confused. Great, now I’m staining his sexual innocence for nothing. Captain is gonna kill me.

“Bepo, close your eyes! And let’s go!” I yelled, stomping my feet just to let out my frustration.Ugh. That bastard is playing dirty. Literally and figuratively but that blond, metal masked bastard will soon learn that I’m not a quitter.

It took almost all night, and a few headaches from overthinking it to finally come up with a better plan to separate Penguin and his buff boyfriend. I yawned as I walked outside The Polar Tang, grabbing a cup of coffee with heavy dose of milk because black coffee's captain’s thing. I was so, so ready to be Casquette the Journalist again when I saw a certain Penguin-hatted guy limping on the deck.

I really don’t want to know, or think of why.

“Yo,” he greeted as he reached me. His eyes pointing at the coffee cup. “Can I have some?”

“No.”

Penguin snatched the mug from my hand. Whoa, quick as ever. “You have to. It’s because of you that I’m here this morning,” he grumbled as he sipped the coffee that I spent 10 minutes making. Upon hearing his words, I had to prevent myself from fighting for the coffee and decided to listen. “Anyway, might not be able to swim and pub-crawl in my state, but I’m totally free today.”

My ears perked up when I heard it. “What?” I asked, happiness rising in my chest like the sun. “You? Free? How can that metal face let you go?”

Penguin smiled a bit, adjusting his hat and showing me one of his ice-blue eyes. “Well, let’s just say that your plan yesterday succeed,” he said.

“I don’t believe you. I lost , if you don’t remember.”

“But it made Killer think that maybe he’s keeping me to himself too much, I can’t be with my friends,” he said. “So yeah, he thought that maybe he can leave to take care of stuff for his ship, while… Well, I can hang with you.”

At that, I lighten up and slapped his shoulder. “Dude!” I yelled. “For real?”

Penguin shrugged. “Don’t act like you didn’t ask for this, you cunning little shit,” he smiled. “But yeah, for real.”

I smiled, before suddenly I remember something and my happiness all drained away from me in an instant. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Penguin, being a best bro he is, noticed the change in my mood. “What?” he asked. “You have another plan?”

“Yeah, and it was ruined,” I sighed. “I was up all night planning revenge on your holes on helmet boyfriend, but since he let you go today, my perfect, upgraded plan to separate you two and have you to hang out with me just got ruined,” I laid my back to the nearest wall. “So I pulled an all-nighter for nothing. Damn.”

Penguin scowled. “You… were planning for what?”

Before I could even defend myself or before Penguin yelled at me for doing such evil thing, we heard a door open in the quiet morning, followed by a silhouette of a mushroom-like head on Eustass’ ship. His hand holding something that we presume as a cup of coffee. Penguin and I turned our heads to each other, grinning and wiggling our eyebrows.

It’s bro time again. Finally.

Hi, my name is Shachi.

Before you make any lame jokes, no, I’m not a whale. I’m a human. That’s why I can walk. And no, I don’t hide any fat inside my jump suit. I’m pretty lean guy actually. Also, no, this hat is not a joke for my name. You’re just jealous because you can’t have a cap that symbolizes your name. But yes, I can swim very well, even in the deep ocean. I’m a member of the Heart Pirates. Our captain is totally cool. Even if he’s most likely will be the main reason of my death. Especially because of this thing I’m gonna pull with my best friend, Penguin....

#shachi #heart pirates #heartpirates #bepo #killer one piece #killer #penguin #penguin one piece #trafalgar law #eustass kid #kid pirates

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davidcarner · 6 years

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Wanting It All Ch 9, Morgan Gives, Morgan Takes Away

A/N: Hey, welcome back. Last we left our heroes, there was a mini CAT Squad…formation? It can't be a reunion since they were never together. Huge props to michaelfmx for betaing the snot out of this one. So what does Chuck do now? Come on in and find out. Welcome to Wanting It All Ch 9, Morgan gives, Morgan Takes Away.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but I do have a little collectible of him standing in my office...

and Sarah walked into her house, both quiet. Sarah was smirking, and Chuck, well, he was thinking. Morgan was asleep in a chair in the living room, and Jordan was asleep in his bed. When Sarah came back from checking on Jordan, she found Chuck in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, deep in thought.

She smiled, thinking he was worried about the new living arrangement. "Worried about all of this? It's no big deal, Chuck." She walked over to the cabinet to grab a glass to get some water.

"I could have found you." He said it so softly that Sarah wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly, that it was in her head. She turned. He was standing there, looking ashamed. "I could have found you. I'm Piranha for crying out loud. You know what I could do….can do. You know me better than anyone, so you know what it meant for me not to try and find you." She almost stopped him, but it was apparent by his face there was more there, something…deeper. "When everybody left me, you kept teaching me how to protect myself, because, let's face it, I was a bit naive."

Sarah closed the distance between then and put her hand on Chuck's arm, trying to get him to look her in the eye. "It's actually one of your best qualities, your belief in people." He could barely make eye contact with her. "I destroyed that, and part of you hated me." He nodded. "I took away part of what made you, well, you." He worked his jaw, tears pooled in his eyes. "Maybe this was a mistake." She said it softly, but she might as well have screamed it the way Chuck reacted. She quickly clarified. "I don't mean us, I mean the current living situation."

He snorted. "Not like we have a lot of a choice." He swallowed. "You know if one of us, just once, would have tried to find the other one…"

She took his wrist, gently squeezing it until he looked at her. "And what? We would have fixed this? Chuck, if you found out I had a kid…I mean you're an amazing guy, but really? You think we could have done this over the phone? Let's be honest, if we hadn't met in person, I'm not sure what either of us would have said."

"He would have chased you down." They both turned and there stood Morgan.

"Buddy," Chuck began.

"Zip it, both of ya." Chuck and Sarah looked surprised. "I'm sick of this. Yes, you two screwed up, ROYALLY! I get it, you need to get everything out and clear the air, but it's out, and now you two are dwelling." He blinked for a second, looking very tired. "Okay, maybe Chuck is more than you are, Sarah. Regardless…or is it irregardless?" Chuck shut his eyes for a second and prayed they didn't go down the Morgan rabbit hole. "Anyway, you two need to accept you'll never be happy without the other. If we left it up to you two, your Facebook relationship status would be permalocked on "It's Complicated" and Ellie's eyebrow would twitch continuously, and no one, I MEAN NO ONE wants that! Now, I'm going home and going to bed so you two can figure things out." He pulled out his wallet, dug through it, and tossed Chuck something. He looked down and saw it was a condom. "Don't wake your boy, and don't make another one." With that, Morgan turned and left. Sarah looked at Chuck and then down at? his hands. They both looked up at each other simultaneously, Sarah smirking.

"You know, Chuck, he's right. About a lot of things, but specifically about me never being happy with anyone else."

"What are you saying?"

"I've said it, now let's go to bed and get some sleep." She reached down to his wrist to pull him into the bedroom.

Chuck planted himself. "I was gonna sleep on the couch."

She rolled her eyes. "No, you need sleep. I understand, you aren't there yet."

He nodded and let her lead him as he thought about what she'd said. "Wait, don't you mean we aren't there yet."

She gave him a long look and an amused smile. "I said what I meant."

-ooooo-

Chuck woke up, not 100% sure where he was. He thought back and remembered everything that had happened last night. Sarah had pleaded with him last night, and he had caved. They had cuddled and snuggled, and dear lord had he missed that woman. A satisfied grin covered his face. He turned and was surprised to see he wasn't alone. Sitting on Sarah's side of the bed was Jordan.

"Mommy says we'll be living with you for a while." Chuck nodded. "Will you take me to preschool?"

"I'm not sure where preschool is, Buddy."

"I just want you to ride with me and Mommy."

"I can do that." Chuck smiled at Jordan. Jordan was thrilled. "Mommy also says I have to knock on your door at night if I need her at your house."

"My…uh, my door?"

"Yeah, she says she needs to sleep with you."

Chuck swallowed…loudly. "She did, did she?" He realized his voice was a ridiculous octave. The door pushed open and there was Sarah, a grin on her face.

"Sleep well?" The grin on her face let him know she'd enjoyed their cuddle and snuggle time just as much as he had. He grinned back at her. "Jordan, can you give us a minute?" Jordan flung himself at Chuck, giving him a hug, surprising Chuck. He then disengaged, hopped down, and left the room. She stepped inside, and shut the door. "You okay?"

"I feel like I'm intruding in your life."

"And I feel like you're finally at the place in my life you're supposed to be." She gave a shoulder bounce, and Chuck was more than a little surprised. "Bathroom's all yours, we do need to head out soon to get him to preschool, but then I need to go to work." She started to leave.

Chuck took a deep breath. "Huh, so that's how you're gonna do me, Walker?" Sarah froze mid-stride. "You're supposed to protect me and you just take off." She turned back around, a glint in her eye.

"You're playing with fire, Bartowski." Her voice was very low.

"You won't burn me, I trust you." Sarah stared at him for a moment, swallowed, turned, and left. Chuck started to get out of bed.

Sarah came back into the room, cellphone to her ear. "Lisa, this is Sarah. I have a bit of a situation. It appears our contractor has gotten himself snared by a scam, and may be in some trouble. I am going to be mobile today. Anything pressing, please contact me, otherwise I won't be in the office." She paused, and grinned. "Lisa, I am a professional. I'll be all over him with the closest protection. Nobody will come between us." She laughed out loud, and the glint in her eye as she looked at Chuck made him gulp. She shut off her phone, looked at Chuck and batted her eyes. "I won't burn you, but I will turn up the heat." She laughed out loud as Chuck fled the bedroom.

-ooooo-

Since Sarah was taking the day off, she kept Jordan out of preschool and took him with her and Chuck to Chuck's house. The group had assembled in Chuck's living room. Morgan had told Chuck he would retrieve his car for him. He had dropped it off earlier and joined the group. They were hanging out, talking, just taking a break. As the night wore on, Chuck found himself staring off into space, thinking. Sarah left him alone because she knew once Chuck had an issue on his mind, he turned it over and thought about it until he had the problem figured out.

"How is Gaez not going to get suspicious about so many people looking for him suddenly being around me?" Chuck asked out of the blue.

The whole room paused what they were doing, and looked at Chuck. He had a valid point.

"Creating potential new software for the DEA and CIA," Sarah offered. Everyone turned to look at her. "Doing so is going to require a deep dive by the alphabet agencies, and as former members of both, and having a working relationship with Mr. Bartowski, both Casey and myself have been asked to be a part of this joint venture to help you two in your research."

"No offense, Sarah, but wouldn't you want two computer geeks?"

"No, because Chuck Bartowski is so damn good that any regular agent can use his program and understand it." The pride with which she talked about Chuck wasn't lost on anyone in this room. Jordan came over and patted his leg.

"You did good, Chuck," Jordan told him. "When Mommy sounds like that she's proud of you. Maybe she'll let you have a treat later." Chuck nearly choked.

"Maybe a treat for both of them," Carina added. Sarah gave her a hard look and shook her head, nodding towards Jordan. Carina grinned at her. "So what is it he's working on?"

"Smart safe house?" Chuck asked, looking around. "What if the reason you're here is to show the government agencies my version of a smart safe house?"

"Not bad, Bartowski," Casey grunted. Chuck nodded at him. "We're all setup, so tomorrow things can go back to normal. You go to work on Gaez's program and I'll setup a meet with Shaw."

"No, I should," Sarah countered. Casey turned toward her and she flashed her eyes toward Jordan. "No one will question anything if I talk to Daniel." Sarah left after that to put Jordan down for the night. Chuck went into his bedroom, sat down at his computer desk, and got lost in email for a few minutes. He didn't even hear her sneak into the room. Her hands touched his shoulders and he was transported back to eight years ago. They slid down the front of his chest.

"You know," he began, trying to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. "I could just buy another bed, and that would fix this whole problem."

He felt her breath against his ear, making him shiver. "I don't know what problem you're speaking of. Is me cuddling and snuggling with you all night a problem?"

"No," he squeaked. "It's just sometimes I think about doing…well, uh…"

"Me, too, Chuck," she whispered. He spun his chair, surprising her, and she found herself seated in his lap, him kissing her. She pulled away slightly. "I love you."

"I love you, but I gotta be honest, of all the thoughts and dreams I had about this night." She raised her eyebrows, smirking. "Hush," he said, bopping the end of her nose. "It wasn't with a house full of government agents."

"Well, we don't have to."

"I'm aware, it's just…"

"I know, Baby. I know." She stood up, took his hands and led him to the bed. "We do this how we want, remember?" Chuck nodded. "Tonight, I'm gonna cuddle you until you beg for mercy."

"Inconceivable!"

She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that word means what you think it means."

"Woman, you are playing with fire."

She pulled him in for a kiss before pulling back slightly. "You won't burn me," she whispered. He nearly whimpered, and she grinned at him. "Trust me, it's gonna be sooooo worth it."

-ooooo-

"Damn it, we've spooked him," Casey grumbled. It had been a week of what Chuck was referring to as "Club Fed". For a week Chuck had worked on the security for Gaez, and at night, surprisingly, he had actually shown Carina and Zondra things he had created that the alphabet agencies could use. Gaez had left the country and now another member of the Gentle Hand was their go between. The problem, he was a known assassin named Bob. Chuck was pretty sure that wasn't his real name, although Chuck was really hoping it was Roberto…Casey had told him there was no way his real name was Roberto.

"So how are things with you and Walker?"

Chuck's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Uh, they're fine, Casey."

"So you, uh, you two…"

"NO, CASEY, NO! We're not having this conversation!"

Casey closed his eyes and grimaced. "I just wondered when this is over…"

"She's probably going back to her place."

Casey nodded. "I just thought things were better than that."

"They are, Casey, it's just, there's a house full of people, and frankly, every time we get time alone, I'm exhausted from work all day."

"And Jordan."

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, we've been getting…closer."

"As you should." Casey was quiet for a moment.

Chuck studied him. "What is it, Casey? We both know there is a good chance this was his plan all along. Sending a hitman isn't that big of a stretch. Now the questions about Sarah and Jordan."

Casey gave him a long look, got up, and shut the door to his office, making Chuck's eyebrows go up. Casey walked back around, pulled out a contract from his desk and tossed it to Chuck. Chuck took one look at it and shook his head. Casey made a motion to keep going, and Chuck flipped to the financials. His eyes bugged out of his head.

"Granted you don't need the money, but…" Casey trailed off. "Your smart house idea was too good. You're too good, you know too many people in the alphabet agencies, you're the perfect cover civilian."

Chuck was studying the contract and looked up at Casey. "You get a chance to do your job and serve your country….you miss it." It wasn't a question. Casey nodded. Chuck looked up from the contract. "Take the back end of the house and make it your command center?"

Casey nodded again. "The house is big enough. It would effectively be two parts, your living area with whomever is there, and then our bedrooms and command center.

Chuck flipped some pages. "Nice, a budget to furnish said rooms." He looked up at Casey. "After I designed it and got everything I wanted, I never saw the point in furnishing the rest of the house."

"Didn't want to do it yourself," Casey said softly. Chuck nodded. "Maybe this is a bad idea."

"What am I missing?"

"Personnel." He wouldn't look Chuck in the eyes.

Chuck flipped to it. "DEA agent Carina Miller." He looked up, Casey still wouldn't meet his eyes. "Civilian contractor Barsoft as Overwatch and support." He looked at Casey. "You and I?" Casey nodded. "CIA agents Zondra Rizzo and….Daniel Shaw?" Chuck looked up again. Casey still wouldn't look at him. "State Department Liaison….Sarah Walker."

"Walker and Shaw won't be based out of this house unless you want them to be. I've talked to Shaw. He prefers to have his own living quarters away from here." Chuck sat there silent. "No one has approached Walker, yet."

"You want me to ask her?"

"No, I don't want you two to do it."

"Because of safety?"

Casey snorted. "No, because you'll get stupid." Chuck had an amused smile on his face. "Bartowski, you know you. You'll use this thing to push you two apart."

"What's the real reason?"

"You'll want to bring along Grimes and technically you can sneak him in as part of BarSoft." Chuck threw back his head and laughed. Casey studied him. "Ugh," he grunted. "I'm gonna eat my gun for asking this. She and the kid are leaving aren't they, going back to her house?" Chuck nodded. "Why?"

"We're not ready," Chuck replied.

Casey stared at him. "Hell! Come on Bartowski, you don't believe that, so don't ask me to."

"Fine, I'm not ready." Casey gave him a look. "God, Casey, don't you think I want this? But with what happened last time…with what happened with my parents…this isn't just about losing her…"

"Damn, Bartowski, did you just now figure out how much you care about that kid?" Chuck shook his head. Casey nodded. "So you just said it out loud for the first time?" Chuck nodded. "Him being there or not being there doesn't make it any easier if you two do split." Chuck didn't say a word. "You two aren't splitting, and deep down you know it." Chuck sat there, speechless. "Want me to be there when you talk to Walker?" Chuck nodded. Casey pulled up his phone and texted her. Chuck got up and walked to the door. "Do the right thing, Bartowski."

He paused, his hand on the door knob. "How do I know what that is?"

"When it happens, you'll know."

"I don't know yet," Chuck replied. Casey shook his head.

"Christ, you're more emotionally stunted than I am!" Chuck didn't have a real reply to that so he left.

-ooooo-

"So we remain in country?" Sarah was flipping through the contract. Chuck wanted Casey there to explain anything he didn't understand. Not that he didn't understand much, it was just Casey and Sarah spoke the same language when it came to this kind of stuff. He kinda understood the looks Casey gave him and Morgan now when they had some of their discussions. Chuck had also insisted Shaw join them in his office since it affected all of them. Sarah had given him a funny look when he told her that.

"That's the goal. You know as well as I do that there might be missions that require you to do something more. We do have the option of turning such missions down, but I've been assured we'd never be asked unless all other avenues had been exhausted."

Sarah looked at Casey and then glanced at Chuck. "I don't know," she began.

"Graham's dead," Shaw said softly. Sarah jerked her head up. "Some type of explosion. He was working something off books. The new Director is dying to get Chuck to be the civilian contractor because of his cyber abilities. Sarah, I promise you if I thought this was even the slightest bit hinky, I'd tell you. For all our problems, I've never lied to you."

Sarah nodded. "No," she replied softly. "You never have." She looked at Chuck. "I guess we need to talk." Chuck nodded. Everyone left Chuck's office, leaving the two of them alone.

"What do I do?"

Sarah gave him an amused look. "You're a grown man, Chuck."

"Am I?" He had an amused smile on his face.

"You are," she replied in a husky voice, walking towards him. She slipped her arms around his neck.

"You know, I have this kickass girlfriend that used to give me the greatest advice."

"I'm not happy about Carina and Zondra living with you."

"I am happy they are moving to the other end of the house. Wait a minute! You think they should?"

She leaned against him, her full weight pressed into him. He had trouble focusing. She moved her lips to less than an inch from his ear. "We would be working very closely together if you take this job."

"I'm so gonna hate you and Jordan leaving."

She pulled away and studied him. "Are you asking me to stay, because if you are, Chuck Bartowski, the sleeping arrangement is going to change." She smirked at the confusion on his face. "There's going to be a lot less sleeping."

"For the record," he choked out, "that's not a reason for you to leave."

"Do you want me to stay?" she asked softly.

"God, yes," he almost whined. "But, it's not just you and I anymore."

There was a look on her face, was it pride? "See, you think you can't do this, that the three of us can't be a family, but it's those unselfish thoughts right there that tell me we can."

"Oh, Sarah, there is no can." The look fell from her face. "We will. I promise you that. The three of us are going to be a family." He paused, and then decided to hurry on, because she had the look of a hungry lioness on her face. "It's just our family got a lot bigger, than either of us expected. Lots of crazy cousins, or aunts and uncles, or whatever you want to call that bunch."

She pulled him into a kiss, and he noticed she was pushing him backwards. He began to walk back, Sarah matching his every stride. He hit the desk with the back of his legs, and he sat, Sarah climbing up on top of him. There were a million reasons why they should stop, but he was really having trouble figuring out any of them. A knock on the door drew his attention away from her slightly but not enough to acknowledge the door. That was their mistake.

"Chuck, what's this I hear about working for the gov…OH COME ON!"

The door slammed and Sarah dropped her head down on Chuck's chest. "Morgan does have some special timing doesn't he," she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Sarah."

She looked up at him, amusement covering her face. "Love you, Bartowski." She pushed away from him. "I guess you want me to help you shop for the furnishings?"

"Since I hope you'll live there permanently one day, yeah."

She paused from gathering her things and turned toward him. "You keep saying stuff like that, and I might not leave." She walked back, kissed him, making him forget how to spell his name, and left.

It was a minute before he could gather his thoughts. "I'm pretty sure that's not the threat she thinks it is."

A/N: Next time on Wanting it All:

"Worked it out, yet?"

"I'm a little slow."

"Now we know that's not true, Nerd Boy."

"How come it is so hot when you call me that?"

Come on back for Chapter 10: A Different Type of Family. Hoped you liked it, reviews and PMs are always welcomed…til next time.

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