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pro-logue-epi-logue · 6 months

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RANDOM DEVIL'S NIGHT THOUGHTS

~NUMBER 11~

Summary of those 9 years. What must have happened with Emory. How Emory lived in those years?

PART - 2

( This is my thinking taking in consideration of Emory's character and how different events unfolded, but if you have any thoughts to add, then do it, i will love to know what other think of those 9 years). And do comment i would live to know what you thought of this.

I didn't add timelines but if you want let me know! ( it can make it easier for you to understand )

2. Emory in College and after that uptil Nightfall

Emory moved into college early than other students, earlier than official move in day (as Rika mentions in corrupt that Em was "excited" to move into college and moved when she got her letter, obviously Rika didn't knew the real reason), when Emmy was sitting at the airport to leave thunder bay she was in a hurry to leave this place that gave her pain, and to finally make sure martin was out of her life and never following her. But when she was in the plane, she was overwhelmed and had this bitter sweet feeling that she left everything behind, the place where she grew up, her Gazeboo, her Grandma, Will, Theater everything. She was nervous of the life awaiting her. Will she be able to make it?. But a fear that one slip up will throw her back into Martin's way always present at the back of her mind. She looked around the flight people, ALL STRANGERS!! and here she was all alone, like she always was. She was nervous of the new life. When the plane landes she got off the plane, came out of the airport, got in a cab and went to UC Berkeley. She arrived at the cames and saw two- three other students with bags, like her, to move in. There weren't many just a few. She went to sign on the arrival form, the desk person looked at her and asked her if there is someone with her, she said no and she saw the hint of saddness if the eyes of that person very clearly. Not wanting any pity she got her keys and made her way to her room. But she couldn't help it, em looked down at herself in her old converse shoes and plain jeans,with two suitcases and a backpack she thought "EMORY SCOTT CAME ALONE, WITHOUT ANYONE". She went inside her room, looked at the two bed, two study desks and the window inside the room. She loved the window and how you can see the view outside easily. She opened the window, cold wind blowing in her face, a small smile tugged at her lips. The wind reminded her of her grandmere and how she was always so stubborn to "have her wind" because it was her last. She chuckled missing her most now, Will crossed her mind, what will he be doing? How was his first day? She shook her head and pulled out her phone and called the home where her grandmere was staying requesting them to let her talk to her on video call. They talked for an hour but had to cut it short because it was time for grandmere to take her medicines. The bags caught Emmy's eyes and she decided to put them in the wardrobe. "But i can't choose any wardrobe i like, what if my roommate, if i have any wants this one? And same with the bed." Em thought. But she ended up choosing one she liked "if my roommate liked this one we can just switch", she emptied her suitcases, arranged all her clothes in the wardrobe, arranged her study desk. But it was the Godzilla plushie that made her stop, she looked at it not knowing where to keep it, on her bed near her? Or just stack it back in the wardrobe? She took it with her when she left thunder bay, one of the only thing of will's she had, no way she was leaving it behind she loved it. She looked at its fangs and spikes on its tail remembering the day of the LOCK IN when Will put it inside her locker and how he and his friends pranked her, and how he forced her in his sleeping bag, she smiled thinking of him, no matter what she did or how she tried to not think of him, he somehow always came to her mind ALWAYS!. She thought how she had a great time in that chemistry lab even though she was mad annoyed at him that night. She ended up setting the Godzilla plushie at her desk. After making her side of the room she sat on the bed a little confused what to do now? She left her room went to look around the campus, the library, the buildings where her classes are going to be. After having dinner at one of the halls she came back to her empty room and went to sleep as she was so tired after the activities of the day. The next few days were same where she toured outside of campus, how far is the nearest movie theater? And checked her internship status.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I have been working on this for like a week and now my mind is all over the place, there are so many things i think happened but i don't k ow how to put them in sentences. SPOILER ALERT!! I AM NOT A WRITER!! So this is not a fanfic or anything i am just trying to fill the blank of those 9 years by thinking how em reacted in other instances.

I have ideas and i know you do too, so feel free to add them here.

And honestly your reviews about my writing or anything will be greatly appreciated. Even if its a bad thing or good thing doesn't matter, if you have anything to say feel free to do it.

AND I WILL TRY TO FINISH IT AS SOON AS I CAN, I STILL HAVE LIKE 7 YEARS LEFT

#random devils night thoughts #emory scott #the devils night #the devil's night #devil's night #devils night #the devil's night series #the devils night series #devils night series

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banana-milk-enthusiast · 7 months

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beat Forspoken, and while I probably will write an in-depth review down the line cuz i have many thoughts, I'm just going to pointform my basic thoughts while it's still fresh.

PROS

Great designs all around, the Tantas look so breathtaking with their extravagant designs and yet it doesn't take away from their world, it fits just right in. Absolutely love it.

Good world building most questions i had were answered either through the main story or extra archive stuff. Nothing felt too weird yknow

Gameplay gameplay gameplay. The magic system is literally amazing. I dont think I've had this much fun fighting in an rpg in a long time. Theres so much fun variety so you can focus on whats comfortable for you while also looking sick as fuck. Have i mentioned how good the battle system is cuz i avoid playing mage in every game because its such a slog but here its so fast paced and hits hard. Perfect for me.

The music is soooo good, I love the main theme and find myself humming it literally all the time.

Great graphics but maybe a lil too many particle effects but otherwise really pretty.

The story is technically a pro. Like its good, not bad, not great, just good. Basically something you'd find in the YA Fantasy section, thats the kinda quality it was. Which isn't a insult I did enjoy the story and characters. It just needed polish, fix up the dialogue and trim some of the story fat and i wouldn't have any complaints tbh. Probably would do better as a book series tho ngl, not sure what game format would have saved it.

Shoutout to the accessibility options. I'm glad more games are including these. I'll never understand complaints about them though, like just dont use them if you dont want/need to thats it.

ALMOST FORGOT THE COOLEST THING. THE NAILS. I'm sorry but the idea of using nail art to inscribe magic runes to give you buffs is the coolest fucking idea ever, why has this concept not been used till now. We always see rune tatoos or written on gear and stuff im fantasy media but this is such a neat ideaaaa and im forever thankful for it. Her capes are cool too I guess, with there was more variety rather than recolors tho. Kinda wish we could also get different outfits for her tho. Those jeans probably chafe.

CONS

THE OPEN WORLD IS SO BIG FOR NO GODDAMN REASON. I honestly wish this wasn't an open world game tbh, its so unnecessary. Halfway through the game, i got so frustrated and ignored everything that wasn't story points cuz getting everywhere takes so damn long, especially early on when you dont have fancy parkour or stamina. Easily its biggest fault for me.

I understand they thought it'd do way better than what happened but planning out a story as a trilogy in the gaming industry is not a smart move. I've yet to play the dlc so idk if we get closure but the loose ends werent a great way for the game to end.

Oh, the dialogue. Its easily one of the gamest weakest points. Like the type of dialogue i was writing in my original stories when i was 13 (not that ive gotten any better tbh). Basically, it's not what you expect from such a vaunted company. Frey is great when shes excited or angry, which is most of the time, but occasionally, they'll hit me with the cheesiest line I've heard in years, and idk how to handle it. Like the stuff she says in the final chapter is honestly so robotic, there is no natural flow present. Which is a pity cuz the actress was killing it tbh, like she definitely carried the lines with her emotion. Unfortunately, it couldn't save them. Like if it was something they dropped on ps3 or wii, it honestly would have done fine. What i mean to say is the dialogue is very outdated in this age of gaming. im actually surprised how out of touch it feels. Especially since otherwise its a solid game all around. Regarding Cuff and Frey banter you do have the option to make it less frequent or just turn it off but i never really found them annoying regardless.

Maybe its just me but the control scheme feels so weird, the games makes you feel like you should be gliding most of the time but holding O while spaming all those trigger buttons feels so awkward to me. But then again I also didnt care enough to change the control scheme so.

#migght come back and edit this as i think of stuff #can genuinely say i like the game though absolutely worth the 30 dollars i got it on sale for any more is a robbery #will probably come back to this when i finish the dlc to see if my mind changed on anything #forspoken #forspoken spoilers #long post #cannot post break on mobile so sorry to ya'll timeline

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axelrod45 · 10 months

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Rejuv Fandom Thing based on what rozetheeuwu did

if you saw their recent blog, these are same prompts based on my own opinions.

First character I fell in love with:

I can't deny it, post-time travel Melia. She is SUPER pretty, no surprise Venam's down bad for her.

The character that I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Was considering stuff like Nastasia, but I choose Amber. She starts off as such a grouch(albeit for understandable reasons), but I love how she develops, and lategame Ambs is SO lovable, it's unreal.

My least-liked popular character:

Like with roze's blog, I can't really identify with liking one that everyone hates much. In fact, I can't really think of an answer to this. NEXT!

My favorite (possibly) unpopular character:

I don't feel like Damien is liked super well, but I honestly really like his character. His general hostility is very in-character for a person who got his life ripped apart by Team Xen, yet his development through the Badland Baddies sidequest really shows his acknowledgement of his faults. Plus, I like his aesthetic of Dragon-user with a Dark preference.

Character I no longer like(or not as much):

I simply don't like Rhodea as much after Chapter 15. Cool motive, good bouncing back afterward, but NO ONE TRIES TO KILL MY GIRL SAKI, AND ESPECIALLY NOT AMBER PURELY IN ASSOCIATION, AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.

Character I would totally smooch:

Aelita, too wholesome and pretty not to pass on, she's one of my GOATs and I luv her sm!

Character I'd want to be like:

Saki, I'm kinda already like her to a lesser extent: a slightly-pampered memelord, albeit one who hasn't had their whole life rigged for them(to my knowledge). If choosing her just gets me more money I'd roll with that.

Character I'd slap:

Thomas Blakeory Sr.- Vitus and Gardevoir, while truly malicious in intent, at least either have terrifying strength and conviction that make them feel respectable in a twisted sense, or are more somber character storylines that make them potentially redeemable if not for circumstances. But not Thomas, he just ordered a hit on his Dad from A LITERAL GOD OF DESTRUCTION to get the family fortune early, framed Rhodea's Dad and left him for dead to steal the plans for GDC, and rigged many systems in said city with his influence and power, including preventing the Ligosomnia Engine from winning the Axis High contest over Sakitron, leading to (iirc) Clear and Kieran starting to wreak havoc and Rune getting merc'd by Xara and Jean. I wouldn't just slap him, I would shoot him several times all over his pitiful body with a shotgun.

Favorite ships:

Melia/Venam, Aelita/MC, Nim/MC and Ren with Ariana specifically. I don't actually hate Crescent/MC- in fact I may end up liking it depending on what character development Crescent gets in her quest(which I think is in 13.5? could be wrong tho).

Least favorite ship:

Erin/Kanon: Heard this put out there before and I don't like it. For one, I believe Erin is confirmed aromantic/aroace, and two, Kanon is obviously way newer around romance being a (former) servant.

#pokemon rejuvenation #fandom #AxelAnswers #rebornverse

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crabs-but-better · 1 year

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every time i’ve sat down to write a memoir of some sort i can’t because it’s just So Much. I do have a few stories in mind tho that i would definitely include (this post is mostly for me to come back to at some point) but uh. if you’re interested in my over sharing specifically on the topic of overly verse-like reflections detailing the journey i took to get to where i am now then read under the cut i guess (tw suicidal ideation)

“I haven’t seen my own chest in over two years. The mirror in my room has a towel over it and the bathroom fan stays in a permanent state of disuse in hopes that the steam will cover the body I don’t dare look at.”

“In third grade, I don’t recall if it was through an article or the news or an offhand comment from my parents, I learned of the existence of some sort of surgery to make you a boy. The next day, I -not even knowing the words that described me- proudly told my classmates that I planned on getting those surgeries. For some reason, the looks I got from nine year olds who we are supposed to be ‘protecting’ from ‘this kind of stuff’ lent me kinder and more understanding looks than my own therapist.”

“My school concert in 5th grade was one of the best I ever had. I showed up wearing a white button down and black jeans, proudly sporting my late grandfather’s favorite tie. When Tyler asked me if I wanted to be a boy, I said, without hesitation, “Yes!” and didn’t hear a single thing after that. They didn’t know that just an hour before, I was on the floor groveling, begging for my parents to let me wear this instead of the sparkly dress we had picked out a week ago.”

“Through some feat of repression, after three years of proudly declaring I was a boy, I simply forgot. I forgot about the surgeries and I forgot about Tyler and I forgot about grandpa’s tie and I lived a middle school life as daddy’s little girl, mommy’s perfect straight A student. I wore those tight striped sweaters and put my hair up in flannel colored scrunchies and wore whatever necklaces were trending at the time. Somehow, none of it felt wrong. Until it did. When I started skipping homework and paragraphs in my favorite book, I cried. It was all wrong. And nobody told me. Nobody told me that I shouldn’t have thrown away my favorite cargo shorts. Nobody let me know that listening to sad songs when you’re sad is a bad idea. Nobody held my hand as I begged myself to put the notebook away and stop writing my will. Nobody noticed when I went to bed six hours early hoping that when I woke up, if I woke up, everything would be right again. I’m sure everyone, instead, was breathing a sigh of relief. A, “thank god that phase is over and my daughter is normal again” prayer. The world was upside down and backwards and somehow I still hadn’t remembered who I was.”

“I don’t think some people realize how freeing it is to finally have an answer to a burning question. My uncertainty sat like bile in my throat. It burnt through my skin, branding me as an outcast. They looked at me, curled up in the corner of the library with whichever book happened to whisk me away from everything, they all looked at me with a revolting pity in their eyes. My forehead read “queer” but the problem was I never looked in the mirror. So when two little non-binary kids joined me in my little corner of despair, they brought with them, cradled in their words of encouragement, my answer. The word hurt at first, like when you finally spit out something you were choking on and it leaves behind the sorest of throats. But eventually it washed over me, soothing my burns down to the very core. There it was, at last. “Transgender”

“Of course, it took a few years for me to grow into it. First it was agender, then it was demigirl, then it was non-binary, then genderfluid, but eventually I hit the nail on the head. I’ve found that umbrella labels are the most freeing, I’m allowed to move within and change over time.

I remember a game I used to play all the time. It was called “Pikmin Adventures”, I believe. It came with the WiiU. They were relatively short levels, but the soundtrack intrigued me. All J remember is that once you reached the end of a level, the once dark and stressful score ended off with a dispersing of all that energy. Cymbals gently crashed and led way for a calm piano melody. I breathed a sigh of relief every time I heard it. After a level, when the little Pikman climbed triumphantly into the spaceship, I always felt a sense of accomplishment. That’s how I feel now. There’s the calming melody in the background and I’m climbing triumphantly into my metaphoric spaceship. I breathe a sigh of relief. I survived the level. I made it through. I’m blasting off! And I know, inevitably, I’ll come to the next level. But just like those funky little Pikman, I’ll make it to the end, I’ll hear those cymbals crash again, and everything will be okay.”

#personal #don’t rb #you can comment if you want but i’ll be surprised if you read the whole thing #save

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atalho-s · 3 years

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Sweet Sugar

4 | Crosses

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

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a/n: english it’s not my first language, Sorry for any mistakes! If you want to be tag on the next chapters, please let me know

Summary: Y/n, Harrison and Tom has always been best friends. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom

PART 4! If you want to read the other parts click here

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I woke up the other day feeling a little better, which was good. I washed my face thoroughly, put on a pair of jeans, a Beatles T-shirt along with a jacket and left my room, ready for another week of torture.

- Good morning mom... - I was saying going down the stairs, but I remembered that she had already left for work. Which was good, because that way I didn't have to talk about the party.

I had my coffee, in the silenc and soon after opened my phone, until I got on Instagram and saw that Tom had posted pictures of the party. The caption said: Thank you all! you guys are awesome! The photos from the party were great 😂

I was scrolling the photos, the first ones were all of us at the table, some were blurry of the people dancing... until I saw one of him with other people from school: Meghan was hugged him from the side making the peace sign with her fingers and he was kissing the top of her head. I sighed feeling my eyes fill with tears again. Okay, maybe I wasn't as ok as I thought.

I blocked my phone and put it in my pocket, taking my backpack and leaving the house, otherwise I would going to be late. I had to focus on school, not crying for silly things, I had to pay attention in my tests, that was more important than anything.

I went down the street and found Haz already waiting for me in the same place, I approached him and when he looked at my face, he made a pitying one.

- You saw the photos didn't you? - he asked and I nodded as he hugged me.

- It's alright Haz, I'll be fine- I said releasing him after a few seconds and he looked at me raising an eyebrow doubtingly - It's no big deal! By the way, I won't talk about it anymore, if we don't go now, we'll be late for school. - I said pulling him and we started walking.

- Okay... But just to close this subject, Tom sent me a message yesterday asking if you were okay and if there was anything wrong because you left early without saying goodbye.

- Hmm, and you didn't say anything right?

- Of course not! I just said that you weren't very used to drinking and that was all, and he believed... - Haz said and I breathed a sigh of relief.

- Good... He also texted me yesterday, he even wanted me to go to his house to tell me about Meghan.

- Well, whether way, he still thinks he's your best friend, nothing more than that...- Haz said, and I hated that he was right.

- It's true, and he's just my best friend, nothing more... - I emphasized the JUST- Did he tell you anything else about Meghan? - I asked and when Haz was going to answer I cut him - Never mind, It’s better if i don’t know. - I said waving my hand in the air.

- If you want it that way... - he replied. - Oh god you two have the same class today right? - he asked and I put my hand in my forehead. I had forgotten that I had English today for the first two classes and Tom would be sitting right next to me.

- I had even forgotten about that. But you know what? I'm going to stay there like a champ and ignore everything. - I said determined and Haz laughed feeling a little sad for me.

- Okay, I support that, but...- he was talking and I cut him again saying: shhh.

- No buts, and now enough of this subject, because we're already arriving. - I said and he rolled his eyes in agreement.

We arrived at the corner and Tom was already waiting for us as usual. He wore a blue sweatshirt and a backwards cap, black jeans and white sneakers. Obviously he was gorgeous as usual, which was ridiculous, but no sign of Meghan, which was good for now...

I tightened my grip on Haz's arm that I was hooked on and he smiled encouragingly. We got closer and Tom looked up from his phone, hanging up and putting it in his pocket.

- Hey strangers! - He said putting the backpack on his back, shaking hands with Haz and me with the usual kiss on the forehead. I lowered my eyes, smelling his scent and smirked. - You better y/n?

- I am, staying in bed all day yesterday did me good. - I said as we headed towards the stairs.

- That's good! And even better that now you have two classes with me- he said winking and Haz looked at me apprehensively.

- HA-HA, very funny. Too bad I'll have to pay attention in class and I won't be able to talk to you. - I said shrugging and Tom looked at me with an ironic face.

- Wow shortie, I felt rejected now. - He said pouting and I rolled my eyes. Of rejection I knew well.

- Well, I have to go because I have a presentation about geography, so, see you guys later? - Haz said when we arrived in the hallway, waving and looking at me discreetly as if he was saying: good luck.

- Let's go, grumpy face? - Tom said pointed for me to go ahead. I rolled my eyes looking at him, which he laughed and we went to the class.

I sat a little further back in my usual seat and Tom sat behind me. I was feeling claustrophobic, but it was only two classes, I could survive this. But when Mr. Ribbs came into the room and started talking, I lost all courage i had.

- Good morning students! Today the two classes will be more dynamic. As I know you had a difficult week, with so many papers and tests, I decided to leave these classes for you to go to the library and pick up any book to read and then give me a summary about it. - he was talking and I was excited, because I loved reading and I could still get my book and be quiet without having to talk to Tom, right? - But... I want you to do this in pairs. - wrong - Happy reading! - He said and everyone stood up forming their pairs and leaving the room one by one.

I felt someone nudge my shoulder and tooking a deep breath I turned around, seeing a smiling Tom.

- Good, reading... At least you like to read, because I with my dyslexia... - he laughed.

- Yeah good... it fit like a glove... Shall we go? - I said and we got up going towards the library. If Tom thought my way of talking was a little dry, he didn't react, which was good.

We arrived at the library and I was looking among the shelves for something easy and good for us to read.

- Y/n, darling... I have to tell you about yesterday - Tom started talking excitedly as he followed me through the halls. - After you and Haz left, a lot things happened...

- Hmm, I'm glad you had fun Tom. - I said a little disinterested picking up some books and looking at the synopsis.

- Yea! I had a lot of fun, but what happened was...

- Hey, how about we read Pride and Prejudice? It's one of my favorites, I think it's a good one, because we just need to read the main parts to refresh our memory. - I said, interrupting him.

-Yeah... Sure, I think it's a good one. - he said as I grabbed Jane Austen's book off the shelf and headed toward one of the tables.

- Shortie, how about if we read this outside? I think it's better than staying here, besides, we can talk better. - Tom said and I stopped turning around. Damn it, I was counting on staying there in the library anyway, so he wouldn't be able to say anything about the night before, because they were going to tell him to be quiet.

- Okay, good idea... - I said, giving up on to try to inventing another excuse.

We left the library and headed towards some tables outside. They were empty, except for a couple of couples scattered around the yard who had the same idea. I sat down and Tom sat next to me putting the book on the table and pulling out his notebook so we could write something down.

- So, as I was saying... We were on the dance floor, right, and Meghan and I were talking about the theater and other things, until... Guess what? - He started talking and I raised my eyebrow, while trying to distract myself with the book. - She said she thought I was cute and that I had a cute, sexy look. - He continued and I laughed ironically.

- So far so good, right... Until she just kissed me in the middle of the dance floor! - He said as if it were the most extraordinary thing in the world. Yeah, I thought with myself, I was there and saw everything, that's why I'm feeling bad and I can't even look at your face right now... I wanted to say it, but I just looked at him pretending to be interested.

- And mate, it was the best kiss of my life! We stayed together practically all night... Damn, I've dreamed about this so much since childhood...

- Good Tom, it must have been a really good birthday gift, right? - I said, looking at the book again.

- Yea! It was perfect...- he said and I could feel him staring at me. - Hey, you don't seem very excited about my little conquest... - he nudged me pouting and I looked at him.

- Nah, it's just that you guys are always hooking up lately, so I'm just not surprised...- I replied shrugging.

- Y/n Meghan is not just a hook up, she is an old passion, she is special - he said and I felt my heart ache a little while looking away. - You dont like her?

- It's not that I don't like her... I don't even know her, I just... I think she did it after you started getting more popular with the theater, because before that she didn't even look at you...

- That's not true, besides, people can change right? Maybe she realized that I'm not as bad as she thought before... I don't know... But as you said, you don't even know her, so I didn't understand you being mad like that. -he said scribbling in his notebook.

- It's not that I'm mad, I just... I didn't wake up very well today, that's all...

- Yeah... But you don't need to project that to others around you, I thought you'd be happy for me.- Tom said and I looked at him ironically.

- Yeah, but there are days when we're not okay Thomas and not in the mood to be throwing confetti at every girl your friend kiss at some party. - I said and regretted it right away, it wasn't fair to him.

Tom looked at me in surprise, as I had never talk with him like that. Even as kids we didn't fight, why was I being such a bitch now? He took his things in silence and walked away leaving me with tears in my eyes.

I shook my head trying to get rid of what had just happened. I picked up the book and tried to read it, but I couldn't even get past the first line. Damn, why did I have to have those feelings? It wasn't fair.

I thought about going after Tom and apologizing, but I don't think he wanted to see me right now. A few minutes passed and the class was almost finishing when I felt someone nudge my shoulder. I turned in hopes of seeing Tom, but was surprised to see Steven standing up in front of me.

- Are you okay? I heard you fighting with Tom earlier, I never saw you guys fight like that, so I was worried. - he asked.

- I'm fine Stev, it was just a silly disagreement, nothing to worry about. Are you okay? - I asked trying to change the subject.

- Yeah, just studying a lot, you know, I have to go to business school. - he said and I agreed. Steven always wanted to work at his father's company, but for that he had to go to business school in Japan, because there was one of the company's units there and that's where his father wanted him to live. A lot of his family was Japanese, so he had an advantage with the language and culture. But that was one of the reasons we broke up, after fighting a lot about who was going to live where. - And you still focused on journalism?

- Of course, forever and always. - I said and we laughed, hearing the bell saying the class are over.

- Well, I have to go, I have to meet Elle, good luck with your essay. - He said pointing to the book.

- For you too. - I said smiling and he left towards the building.

I got up to get my things, scanning the yard with my eyes, but there was no sign of Tom. I sighed and put my headphones on, heading towards our tree. As I was already out there I ended up arriving first, so I sat down and played the song Crosses by José González.

I waited a few minutes and saw Haz approaching and I took off my headphones as I watched him sit beside me.

- So..How everything went? Where is Tom?- he asked looking around.

- A disaster... - I said, rubbing my hands over my face. - We ended up arguing, I said some things without thinking and he left without saying anything.

- Oh y/n... I don't even know what to say, but did you confess something to him? he asked and I widened my eyes.

- No! Are you crazy? I told him I didn't trust Meghan, but in a rude way... - I said and Haz took a deep breath hugging me sideways.

- Well, you can't control your feelings...

- But I can control my tongue. - I said and we laughed a little. - How was it with Gracie? Did you guys talked today? - I said changing the subject.

- I talked to her a lot by text during class, I even asked her if she wanted to spend some time with us now, but she said she had to hang with her friends...

- Hmm. - I said putting my hand on my chin losing myself in thoughts as I watched the patio to see if I could see Tom. And after a lot of looking I found him. And there he was sitting on one of the benches near the building with Meghan hugging him, she with his cap on her head and the two of them were laughing and talking excitedly to each other. Until he gave her a kiss and she reciprocated.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland friends to lovers #tom holland series

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

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aight lemme tell you about my genshin impact gacha history because i have nothing else better to do

ive played genshin impact for like, 160something days and its been a long journey :') ive wished, and cried, and fought, and died- and it kinda paid off

(limited banner) around early game i got real lucky and got mona on my first ever ten pull. tbh tho around that time i never really used her. until one fateful goddamn day

then, like sixty pulls after that i got venti after around 60 pulls :') i was doing single pulls and wasnt really paying attention so i didnt know i got venti until i checked my character menu- i was real happy when i got him :) kept spamming my friends about it

this is when my luck starts to run dry, however

alas, as i traveled the world that is genshin, ive begun to suffer more and more. primogems began to decline, fates ran dry, and my promises became hope. banners flew by me like a storm. ningguang after ningguang, diona after diona, razor after razor- until, finally, on 3 AM, a miracle happened.

zhongli arrived

now when zhongli came to me i didnt know how to feel- a random broke archon just fucking crashed through my roof and forced himself into my party.

and, ever since that day, ive parted with my trusty razor.

back to 50/50

now, i thought my suffering came to an end. i thought the primogems would start rushing back in. i thought with the two archons by my side, i could kill anything. i thought i could purge the seven nations and remain unharmed. how wrong i was..

day after day, chests became rare. achievements? claimed. tevyat? explored. i began to rely on the sweet sweet 60 primogems a day. and yet, that couldnt satisfy my growing gacha addiction.

all the tears that i cried, all the blood that i bled, all the sweat that i.. sweat- neared me closer and closer to pity.

needless to say, kazuha caught my eye. and like a blind, lovesick fool, a new fire emerged within me.

he. will. come. home.

i spent the days wandering around tumblr, manifesting and manifesting- consuming every shred of fanfiction. and as the days and weeks passed, so did my primogems grow.

1548

1568

1588

1608.

gold flashed before my very eyes. i closed my eyes. all the countless hours i spent chanting, praying, farming, crying, dying, fighting, grinding-

might actually pay off.

and then, as i opened my eyes, i couldnt help but shed a tear

in front of my very eyes stood

an anemo user

a sword user

the love of my life,

jean

wow - this was a journey, a trek, and adventure of great proportions!

I related to so much of this -- the pain, the dread, the hard work of collecting and saving gem after gem and then to get your LADY JEAN T.T ( I hope you are very happy with your pull - she is an incredible character and I can imagine you are running around with her on the regular :) )

#hazelmail #fragment is whole

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genshinarchives · 2 years

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This is my first time sending an ask here! HI! Love your writing💖💕 and i keep seeing people tell you abt their pull and let me just ✋🏻😭 tell you the trAGEDY. Basically i got spooked on kazuha's banner w/jean right, decided not too aim high and just did lik 2 multis after that until raidens banner where i got her on my 3rd multi. Now since thoma came in the story i have been Kajsjagauaiba SIMPING FOR THE MAN. :) and so i saved up, even gave up being f2p and paid for welkins, i did like 2 pulls on kokomi's banner to get c1 rosaria and xingqiu (got kokomi somehow) AND THEN i found out tartaglia rerun... i had like 100 fates and it dwindled down to 4 bc i wanted him :") since then i saved up up until 30 something tho for thoma, but HOW HOW JUST HOW DID I GET HU TAO ON 20 PITY BUT NO THOMA. I JUST WANTED HIM AKAHAGAUAUAJAJSBAKQKDNAHA. Anyway sorry for the rant 💔 im just heartbroken and i barely have genshin friends

Haha, welcome then! And hello~ It's a joy to know that you enjoy my writing <3

Thoma is so FIIIIINNEEEE ion blame you for becoming a simp for him XD Congrats on your Kokomi and Childe though! I'm sorry to hear that you got spooked by Hu Tao when you just wanted the handsome housekeeper T_T A lot of my friends who wanted Thoma also won their 50/50 early to Hu Tao but got no Thoma. I swear Mihoyo is playing with the limited banners at this point LMAO

I bet you'll get plenty of Thomas on the next limited banner hehe I'll manifest him for ya~

#💌 : mail #nonnie

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jayflrt · 2 years

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HELP i just copy and paste bc i type way faster on my computer and i normally rmb to delete what i respond to but. not that time ig.

i got accepted into 3/4 i applied to, it's just. choosing. that is v hard for me bc 2 of them are really good schools.

TURN DOWN HARVARD????? the one i got denied from was ivy league equivalent i cant even imagine getting in omg

im so out of shape too dw LMAOOO i used to do like... 8 mile hikes and shit easily but now??? gl getting me to do 1.5 miles 😭😭😭i used to take the bus, yeah, it would be 2 hrs in the morning and 2-3 in the evening. sucked!! do not recommend!! my mom drives me now, and when i go to college im just gonna take the shuttle or walk everywhere

NAUUURRR i hope u get qiqi soon!! i have her c1 on na and c0 on asia, she just. rlly loves me. speaking of my asia acc my luck is absolutely mf INSANE there why do i have c3 lisa and like c2 kaeya... starter chars are so rare HELLAUR???

my yanfei is c6 and i need to fix her artis and crown her, but she hits a good 50k when she crits. my highest on NA is 61k melt from ganyu,, but thats bc none of my dps chars are nukers, yk? like xiao and ganyu r both multihit

my eula hit 135k w a lvl 6 ult on asia but her artifacts are awful, i need to farm for her more. it's so annoying to farm for two accs tho LMAOOOOO

i was helping brooke unlock and run the new domain a couple of times ( we were... very slow) and eula hit at most 45k bc her ratio and talents r so awful LMAOOO albedo carried yes king

i got into 127 first, i think it's just that dream is closer to my age? so their humor matches mine more. and mark/jaehyun were my first biases and i still have soft spots for them so ig i can be considered loyal? like i stan half the group in almost every group i like,, but it doesn't change once i find the Ones.

i kind of hate the beach bc it's... boring? LMAOOOO like when u go frequently it's like 😴😴😴ok seen it im done. we normally go once or twice a year for a week </3 that is so long to do nothing but sit on SAND i hate sand

i want to write on my sideblog bc im trying to regrow a following that's more active and reads longer fics, since my current one is so reaction-centric and i know most of them r from 2 years ago and have deleted tumblr </3

it's working so far, i think? like i get asks sometimes or people at least wanting to be on the taglist which is more than i can say for main 😭😭😭

omg yeah dw abt it, i was just curious <3 i do know im a lil nervous making new mutuals now and i've only been on the very fringes of the plagiarism dramas and everything

HAHAH NONO UR GOOD when i just have my laptop, i copy paste it into notes and then reply and then type and then paste my response into the ask again LOLL it's so complex for what 🤧

deciding on my college was also rlly difficult for me :'') i took like a good month to weigh in all my acceptances and eventually went to the one i felt the most comfortable at and thought would be the best for me <33 omg yeah my high school was pretty competitive so quite a few people got into ivy leagues, but everyone was surprised that that one boy turned down harvard bc he's always had high ambitions and is a genius 😳 but i think it all came down to finances and he's happier at the college he ended up choosing tbh so i'm glad for him 🥰 plus ivy leagues are corrupt and scary and i don't think i want to go to a university where the student climate is so cutthroat LMFAO

god yeah my thighs are dying rn <//3 i hiked 16 miles with my friends once and tbh that was the worst HAHAH i was fine for the 7(??) ish miles there but walking back was sooo painful + 2 of those miles was on sand so it was a struggle. i don't think i could walk properly for 3 days after that HAHAH and i cut my ankle mid-hike so 🤕 2-3 hours ??? god i would fall asleep or something i could never 😭

my luck kinda sucks on both accs 💀 i don't think i've ever hit pity early and i have like c3 mona and c2 jean LMFAO but omg yeah starter cons are sooo good 😭 my friend manx mained kaeya for a while and kept getting lisa cons instead of kaeya HAHAH and i always get amber cons even tho i never use her 😳 cat got a kaeya con the other day and i freaked out LMAOAO where's my kaeya constellation 😩

i want c6 yanfei soooo bad i have her at c4 rn but her build is kinda good so im itching to get two more constellations 🙏 i feel like i barely use my NA acc anymore HAHAH i just spend so much time on my asia one and don't have time to work on both 🤧 but maybe i'll start working on my NA acc again so that i can build diluc !! 💖 i still need to play the new archon quest i've been doing a bunch of world quests but im proud bc i usually never get those done and push it off to the end <//3

ooh yeah i get that !! i adore 127 and wayv and watch content for them but dream is like the group i always go back to to watch content 💗 lately i've been ditching them to watch svt content tho sorry dream <//3

yeah where i am people go to the beach like every week so it gets tiring after a while. i hate sand in my shoes and how cold the ocean is and how scary the waves are so !! im out. my roommates actually invited me out to the beach with them today and i was like nooooo so i hid out to write/do homework :'] but yeah same i hate sand when it gets wet and sticks to you but i like it when you don't get wet and just can like ,, lay on the warm sand :')

ooh yeah that makes sense :o i just make sideblogs bc i'm so nitpicky with the organization HAHAH when i made this blog i didn't tell anyone i was hyuckworld/tyonfs for a month or two because i wanted to build my own rep 🌸

omg yeah im traumatized from my wattpad days because i would stumble upon clout chasers who only wanted to be my friend to either get me to read their fics or become friends with my friends 😣 i was so wary about reading rec’d fics for a while HAHAH but now i’ve just started finding my own fics to read and it’s fun discovering more <33 i have a list for ao3 too 🥰

i try to handle all plagiarism issues privately bc i hate bringing discourse onto my blog but the ask someone sent me sort of made it impossible for me to not post it publicly 😞 plus it was clear that person was just blatantly copy pasting a bunch of writers fics sooo <//3 i rlly hope this all ends soon gosh

#💌 : love notes #seoulbinz

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keeper-not-hero · 3 years

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MY THREE HUMANS AND MY THREE TROLLS ARE FINALLY DONE BEING THOUGHT ABOUT AND ARE NOW PLACED INTO THE WORLD FOR YOU TO ENJOY READING ABOUT, Massive post under read more!!!

[Obs: These ain’t kids. They’re all in their early 20’s tho.]

Gatolt Osbizb (name means nothing. = Muse of Doom.) -

Looks: Hair that goes down to her shoulders, curly and surprisingly well groomed. Skin (and body) made up of tiny chunks stitched together. Fingers, hands, legs, slightly different shades of grey, with seams colored with the multitude of different blood types beneath. Blank eyes, shirt and pants. Simplistic dress code.

Personality: A hodgepodge of Troll flesh, bones, and a few cybernetic enhancements all stitched together into a singular being. Goldblood, purple blood, violet, and more. Both of her eyes are blank (though she can still see thanks to cyberoptics), and she is usually in at least a mild amount of pain due to the strain of her body barely being able to keep itself together. Despite all that, she tries to act cheery and tries to be the life of her friend circle, though not always with success. And besides, she rarely tries to mingle outside of it, feeling unwelcome in other circles.

Constantly requires maintenance which she usually does herself, and… fresh replacements. Her creator fucked up in making her, which means she is now slowly yet constantly rotting away, to the point every part of her body except the brain and enhancements are different than her first resurrection. Her girlfriend, Bakhus, usually helps with gathering ‘replacements’. She feels like a burden due to her condition that sometimes leaves her bedridden for days, which makes her stay quiet and sometimes even enable her friends’ bad habits, because she doesn’t want to be a drag. Hates the fact her whole life revolves around her condition. Likes gardening and clockwork.

Bakhus Gredui (Greedy Bacchus / Dionysius. = Thief of Void) -

Looks: Hair that goes all the way to the floor and a few feet behind her, greasy, messy, and dragging food bits in it. Tank top with her sign (Sign of the Brazen) on it, suspenders and oversized clown pants. Juggalo make-up messy and somewhat faded, droopy yellow eyes, usually with a hunched stance. Very, very tall, and extremely strong - with some healthy weight to her body to go along with it.

Personality: A purple-blood that represses her kind and motherly urges under liters and liters of Faygo. A chef at heart and a great cook from years of experience, she constantly throws barbecues and small carnivals on her massive garden, which attracts lowblood and highblood alike. Her festivities have become small gathering spots for those who wish to mingle with the upper / lower classes despite their own status, and for spies of both the Condescension and those who oppose her. Bakhus is, of course, too busy grilling to mind that she has accidentally created the perfect neutral spot.

Despite her cooking prowess, the Faygo inhibits both her ability to feel much empathy or care about the taste of her food. Deliciously cooked and prepared meals placed near overly-sugary, soggy, Faygo-drenched pretzels. She carries a massive cookbook alongside her massive pot, which has recipes that certain blood types enjoy, and… recipes made out of said blood types. She has no qualms cooking violets and reds, and sometimes will go so far as to grab Faygo-drunk trolls in her cookout and take them inside to ‘rest’. They’re never seen again.

Also keeps a small spice garden. Gatolt usually takes care of it, with whatever isn’t used to cook as fertilizer. Occasionally, she sends the butchered corpses to Marciu. Who also happens to be Gatolt’s creator.

Marciu Shelli (Like, y’know. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein’s author. = Seer of Space) -

Looks: Short hair, think Eridan, but with no streak. Scrawny to a fault, and clearly underfed. Big scientist glasses with special prescription lenses, white lab robes that hide his starving figure and his left hand gloved with thick, hazmat-suit-like protection. The right one is a prosthetic, indigo tubes and wires trying to replicate the sensation of the original with… some success. Pointy nose, sharp teef.

Personality: Anxious, skittery and, quite frankly pitiful even for an indigo blood, Marciu spends most of his days either robbing graves for corpses or putting his ill-gotten gains to use in his laboratory. Deeply resentful of feelings he has about himself, he buries them deep within him and, to make sure no one can say he is valid or try to empathize with his pain, keeps pushing himself further and further down the hole until he pushes everyone away. Having lost a hand to a nasty accident involving a bone saw and a few too many of Bakhus’ spiked snacks, he also has a mechanical replacement.

A master of biomechanical engineering, he constantly creates half-troll, half-machine abominations to help him around the lab. Rotten servants just barely able to move their joints with hollow eyes and faces, mechanical hearts pumping blood and fuel throughout the system. Still, despite his best attempts at being as repugnant as possible, his friends still cling to him.

Except Gatolt. Gatolt has actively tried to kill him multiple times, being stopped only by Bakhus’ eternal kindness to the weirdo that occasionally gives her “aged” ingredients. Also, his human friends.

[Why does he have human friends? Idk, Pesterchum + machines or AU where humans and trolls live in the same world after a few Sburb/Sgrub/Swhatever versions playing out after homestuck and Lord English being gone.]

Bert Kairos (Albert Einstein and his whole relativity stuff + Kairos, a greek concept of time. = Mage of Time.) -

Looks: Very short and very curly hair. Dark skin, both legs missing, though one has a very unpolished, simplistic metal prosthetic to help him stand in one foot. Right arm missing too, half of a prosthetic attached to it,cut off at the elbow from an accident. Hasn’t bothered replacing it yet. Blouse with a robot symbol and shorts, chin stubble. Brown eyes.

Personality: A gentle soul who makes more time for everyone else than he ever did to himself. Spending literal days away from his parents’ home, staying in his makeshift workshop creating toys for the kids on his street and to help the people of his community. Lost both legs and an arm from accidents with heavy machinery and cars that he work repairing to make a living, usually for meager scraps out of the kindness of his own heart and the belief that it’s all part of a greater plan that he barely gets enough to survive, relying on crutches and Marciu’s prosthetics that often break because of even more accidents due to his very precarious working conditions.

He dreams of one day being able to inspire people, though. A big, endless machine of silly, simple delights. Not curing the world, not controlling the weather, a machine with the same utility as a painting. A machine that could cover the entire world in its width and length, proof that humanity can do anything if it just bands together. A wish that sometimes consumes his mind as he spends hours on end, instead of sleeping, building small moving pieces that will hopefully one day help fill this whole. This magnificent machine he will make to help mankind flourish through its artistic value, that they will sing his name in praise for generations, that mankind will be uplifted until we don’t need work, money, barriers, differences, just a homogenous mass streaking across the cosmos with machine brilliance.

But, he has way too many people to take care of, so he never dabbles on it too much.

Andy Eissuh ( :) - Lord of Life) -

Looks: Blonde hair tied in a manbun. Bushy stubble beard all over his face. Smuggest fucking grin you’ve ever seen. Blue eyes. Average height, an air of superiority that is as annoying as it is believable due to how he carries himself; like an untouchable douchebag. White tuxedo and business pants, y’know, like a doctor. Right? He’s even got the white cross! Yeah, sure, that sounds right. Like he cares about proper dress code for doctors.

Personality: A very, very, very bad doctor. A very bad doctor that has just enough good reputation and far too much money from their family to let their pretty much 100% patient loss rate slip without anyone being able to pry into it. Patient comes in, body bag goes out, and nothing ever leaves the hospital. The one time he actually saved someone was by accident, and it was a botched (and misdiagnosed by him) liver transplant where he accidentally removed the appendix instead of said liver, forgot to replace it, and the patient recovered in a short while with the help of the nurses from what he later learned was appendicitis.

Believing himself to be able to do no wrong, with a chirpy, colorful yet aggressively passive personality, he keeps his friend group around mostly to dispose of the bodies without many questions asked, and so he can feel better than the pathetic wretches he considers them. Completely blind to his irredeemably cruel medical malpractices, which he didn’t even study for, he simply bought his way into a degree because he “could feel it was my destiny.” Soft, sweet, and completely unhinged. Finding great joy preying upon the insecurities and naivete of his peers, which he feels is a breeding ground to use and abuse them for his own needs. Shoulda been smarter if you didn’t wanna get taken advantage of, duh!

Cain Pyrite (Cain the first sinner + Fool’s Gold. = Rogue of Light. ) -

Looks: Hair slightly above his shoulders, dark and greasy. Sickly pale skin, beeg librarian glasses. A nice fuzzy coat, plus shirt, plus jeans. Eye symbol on his coat. Looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in weeks, which, yeah, is absolutely right. Gentle smile, though it occasionally cracks into a nervous attempt at hiding… something!

Personality: Dedicated to… no, OBSESSED with preserving occult and ancient knowledge. Scrolls from ancient alchemists, bones of kings, relics thought long since lost hidden on the back of his seemingly normal book shop. Spending most of his days with no clients, he occasionally gets someone who is aware of his darker inclinations. He is always happy to trade knowledge for knowledge and artifact for artifact.

Only, not always the originals. No. Never the originals.

Always finding a way to spin a story and make sure that he can spot out any fakes, he builds his collection of convincing lies, and hidden truths. Friends with the others since grave-digging always inherits some fun and interesting things, and his appetite for the esoteric and forgotten is only comparable for his taste in interesting and unique foods.

#oc #long post #homestuck #Enjoy!!!!!!!! maybe idk #they're all horrible peopl #who will one day get better...#if i ever fucking WRITE my fanadventure #or... the dream #manage to turn it into a fancomic with someone

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hqrbinger · 3 years

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I was like “hmm I got enough primogems from the event to do a 10x”

hand itch

(I spend a bit and got Childe to C1, on Wednesday)!thanks the Archons, an improvement on the long ass CD

So I roll and saw GOLD LIGHT WHAT?!

AND I GOT JEAN WTF WAIT WHAT?!?!?!?! (it means a lost on 50/50 but I’m not even upset bc yay Anemo and yay healer 😂😂😂)

and Ningguang’s C3

in 33 rolls jfc (I counted the history)

That’s probably the shortest “pity” I ever got 😦

I’m a bit concern if my irl luck is going suck soon bc equivalent exchange 🤣🤣🤣🤣 (it usually happens in the other hatch games I’ve played before)

-Shima

cOMDGFJKHGDF OCNGRATSSSSS JEAN IS SO SO GOOD !!! IM SO JEALOUS THO 😭😭😭MHY WHERE IS MY JEAN

THATS TO EARLY TOO WTF ?? i hope ur luck sticks bc godDAMN that is some good rng even if u lost the 50

#[📩] shima anon ♡#[💌] mari's picnic basket

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maevesdarling · 3 years

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Take me home tonight - Chapter 2

Wohoo, since I’m finally done with the semester, I found some time to finish the next chapter. It’s pretty emotional, so be prepared. I can’t tell you when the next chapter will come out but I’m planning on having it done by the end of the month so... fingers crossed!

Pairng: Walt Breslin/ Sal Orozco

Warnings: Nightmares, Canon typical violence, mentions of minor character death, blood, character injury, character death (only in a dream tho), PTSD, Beginning of smut (at the end of the chapter)

Walt spend the next two days cleaning the house as best as he could. He fixed the broken door in the guest bedroom, that hadn't been used since he moved into the house, and put new sheets on the old bed, dusting off the furniture and cleaning the windows. He wasn't exactly sure how long Sal wanted to stay and the couch wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep on so the guest bedroom would do.

Then he went and got groceries. Fresh vegetables, some pasta and cheese in case he felt like cooking for Sal and himself.

He knew fixing the entire house in two days was nearly impossible, but when he sat down on the couch on Thursday evening, the dog by his side, Walt was impressed with himself and the work he'd managed to get done in such a short time.

"I know you can get anxious around new people, but I promise this friend of mine we're meeting tomorrow will treat you well, so no barking, you understand me?" Walt asked the dog sternly. Fucking hell, I really should go outside more, I'm talking to a dog. He thought, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an understatement. His heart was beating so loud, he was sure Sal would be able to hear it all the way from San Francisco or wherever the hell he currently was, and there was a slight tremor in his hands that just wouldn't go away. Even the animals started to notice that something was wrong, the dog wouldn't leave his side and slept at the end of his bed, his one eye constantly following Walt wherever he went, and the chicken flocked together more than usually when he went to feed them. They came up to him, clucking in excitement and when he got up to leave, a few of them always tried coming after him. Only the goats seemed unbothered by his behavior, they sat in their pen, eating grass and occasionally tried to tackle one another.

That night, for the first time in months, Walt had a nightmare.

In his dream, he was back at the airfield.

It's dark and the only source of light is coming from the stars and the distant car headlights behind him. He's panting, his lungs are stinging with every step he takes, the gun in his hand feels light, too light. He's out of bullets.

A shot rings through the air and somewhere behind him, a body falls to the ground, just as Walt reached the safety of the woods. He turns and his heart seems to stop.

The figure lying a few hundred feet from him is Sal.

He's bleeding from his leg. It looks bad, there's already a large pool of blood forming on the grass, he thinks the bullet might hit an artery. There's no way he'd get Sal all the way back to the safehouse with a leg like this and yet, he turns on his heel to get to Sal. Except the bushes around him seem to have come to life, some of the vines have curled around his legs, he tries, he really does, but he can't move.

His finger claw at the vines, the more he rips at them, the stronger they get. His heart is pounding in his ears. A car is approaching, he's gotta hurry!

The gun falls to the ground and gets swallowed up by leaves and roots, yet, Walt is still fighting. He manages to fall and tries to pull himself forward with his arms. He needs to free himself quickly because there's a figure approaching Sal, oh god, he can never make it in time, where the hell was his gun? With one arm, he's searching his pockets for the pack of extra ammunition, with the other, he's frantically pawing at the dirt underneath him to find the gun, only there was none. How could that be?!

He can hear Sal pleading in the distance. This is wrong, his brain tells him. Your brain is just messing with you! Sal made it off the airfield alive, it was Amat who got shot by Calderoni, not him. Only it feels so real!

The sound of a gun makes him flinch, Walt stops in his motion. He feels like he can't breath, like his heart has stopped beating. Sal is lying motionless in the grass, blood, brain and pieces of his skull scattered around him. The figure who shot him comes into view and looks directly at Walt. An identical pair of eyes is staring back at him. He's looking at himself, towering above a lifeless Sal, the gun he used to shoot him still smoking ever so slightly in the light of the car's headlights.

"You did this." He can hear his own voice shout at him. "You killed him. Just like you killed the others because everything you touch dies!"

Walt wakes up with a scream. He yerks off the bed and topples to the floor with a groan. The darkness from his dream has found it's way into the real world. He forgot to pull the blinds shut again and outside the window, clouds have pulled a tight curtain around the full moon that was previously illuminating the sky.

The dog whines and jumps off the bed to check on him, licking his face in a calming motion. "It's alright, bud. Just a bad dream." He mumbles, scratching behind the dogs sand colored ears.

He sits up, noticing that, just like in his dream, he can't move his legs. They're tangled in the bedsheets. He sighs and begins to untangle them before shuffling into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

His throat stings even after he finishes the cup and he contemplates drinking straight from the tab to satisfy his bodies needs, but then he decides against it and refills his empty cup instead. He's leaning against the kitchen counter dressed only in his boxers and a loose fitting t-shirt, his bare feet are stinging from the cold tiles.

He finishes his second cup and makes his way into the bedroom once more. The dog is lying on his previous spot, watching him. The brunette gives him a little pat on the head before slipping under the covers.

Still, sleep won't come to him. Walt is lying in bed, tossing and turning around, yet every time he closes his eyes, the memory of a lifeless Sal lying in a pool of his own blood comes back to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thinks he can see Danilo standing in the corner of his room, half hidden behind his wardrobe, one half of his face is covered in blood, there's a pitch black hole where his eye used to be. The ghostly silhouette doesn't move, he's just watching him with a pitiful look that is deeply unsettling to Walt. He pinches his eyes closed and tries his best to ignore the horrors his mind has come up with. Thinking instead of all the work he's got to do come morning. In his head he goes over each task. Feed the dog, let the chicken out of their coop, refill their water… After what feels like forever, he falls into a light slumber.

By the time the sun is rising above the old apple trees in his backyard, Walt is long up and sitting in the chicken pen outside, nursing a bottle of beer in his hand. He shouldn't be drinking this early in the morning, yet he can't stop himself either. It's the only way the tremor in his hands will stop.

He's holding one of the hens in his arms, stroking her soft brown feathers while she is making happy noises and turning her head from side to side. He's still shaken up from the night but the fresh air helps him clear his mind. Outside the chicken pen, the dog barks and reminds him that it's time for breakfast. He's not feeling very hungry but gets up to make himself a cup of coffee nevertheless.

Morning comes and goes and he's not really doing anything. There's hardly any noise from outside, almost like the entire farm is holding their breath in anticipation.

He briefly falls asleep on the couch, which isn't a good thing given that his back was just feeling better but he can't blame himself after the night he had.

4pm rolls around and still no Sal. He hasn't eaten anything all day and his stomach is growling, reminding him to take care of himself so he pushes himself off the couch and starts working on a sorry looking sandwich that he eats in front of the tv, there's a telenovela he doesn't pay attention to on.

At around 6pm, just when he's slowly drifting off to sleep again, the sound of a car moving up the gravel path towards the house startles him. The dog jumps up from his bed and sprints over to the door, barking at the intruder.

"It's alright, boy, calm down." He says, gently and yet firmly pushing the dog out of the way to open the door.

A black SUV is parking on the gravel in front of the house, the drivers door is open.

"Walt!" Sal's voice comes from the barn. "There you are… Hi…" Emotions threatened to overcome him. There, standing on the gravel was Sal. He didn't look much different than the last time Walt saw him. He wore a tight, black shirt and an old, worn leather jacket Walt vaguely remembered him wearing before, jeans and some boots. His hair was a bit shorter than usual, he must have had it cut recently, but he still wore the same type of moustache, and he still had the same smile on his face. This was Sal. His Sal, in flesh and blood. He was here.

Suddenly, Walt's throat felt incredibly dry. For the first time, realization kicked in. This was real. His best friend, his partner, his lover, was here.

Before he had the time to even consider if he was going to hug Sal or simply stick out his hand in greeting, Sal had already wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him ever so slightly. Walt was physically unable to breathe. His body was frozen in place. Instantly, Sal pulled away, watching him in concern. "Shit, I- I'm sorry-"

"No… Please, don't say that…" Walt whispered. There was something wet on his face and when he touched it, he realized he was crying. "I missed you so fucking much." He sniffled.

"Walt…" Sal breathed, he looked like he was close to crying as well.

"Let's- let's get inside, okay? Can't have the neighbors seeing me like this." He huffed, furiously wiping his eyes.

The dog was waiting for them by the door, with his tail between his legs he was watching Sal approach. " 's alright buddy." Walt tried calming him down. "Let him sniff your hand, he doesn't like strangers but he doesn't bite I promise."

Doing as he was told, Sal held out his hand for the dog, allowing the sand colored animal to take in his scent. He relaxed a bit but was still a bit uneasy. "Sorry, he'll calm down eventually…" Walt remarked, pushing the front door open and ushering both Sal and the dog inside.

"You want something? A coffee maybe or a beer?"

"Thanks, I'm good." Sal said, taking in the living room. Walt followed his eyes as they landed on the dresser. There was an old snow globe he had found in the attic, a dying plant, a picture frame with a picture of Walt, his brother and their family, on of him fishing on one of the many lakes surrounding the property. The dog was sitting in the boat besides him, they were both facing the camera and even the dog looked like he was smiling. Another, smaller picture showed Sal, sitting inside Walt's old truck. He was wearing sunglasses and leaning against the window, smiling softly into the camera. The warm midday sun illuminated his face and gave the picture a warm look. Walt had taken the picture on one of their many stakeouts and kept it with him through all the years. The picture had deep lines from being bend over the years and one corner was slightly chipped.

The brunette could see Sal's thoughts racing. His eyes wandered from the picture frames to the old couch, and from there back to the dog that was by now standing behind Walt, hiding from the intruder.

"You… This is a really nice house, Walt."

The brunette nodded. Damn, this was awkward, Walt hated the distance between them. The fact that he felt like a stranger was talking to him. This was Sal for fucks sake, the man who knew him best on the entire fucking planet. Who'd seen him at his lowest, and at his highest, his best friend, who went fishing with him, who spend hours teaching Walt how to cook, even if it was just a simple omelette, who made sure that he was taking care of himself. This was the man who shared his bed with him more times than Walt could count. Who held him during the night, whispering sweet nothing into his ear. No amount of time could erase those memories, this was not a stranger, Sal was his home.

"Please-" He started, not really knowing where he was going. Silence fell once more between them. "Where have you been, Sal?"

Sal's shoulders sacked in defeat. It seemed like there was a weight on his chest, pressing him down. He sighed, sitting down heavily on the couch and burying his head in his hands. "It's a long fucking story, Walt."

The older man pulled out a chair from the kitchen and sat down, facing Sal. "We've got some time." He said, instantly feeling guilty for the way his words had come out. He sounded like he was interrogating Sal. "Sorry, I- just tell me what happened… Please?"

Sal nodded, visibly searching for the right words to start. "… Okay… So you remember I was going to San Francisco? I took a job offer and- shit- okay I wasn't honest with you… I told you it was a simple desk job, it wasn't. I was an undercover agent for almost three years."

Walt inhaled sharply, resting the urge to jump from his seat. "W- You didn't tell me?! Sal!"

"Please! I wanted to tell you! I wrote a letter that I planned on sending, but I almost got found out sending it off so I decided not to contact you any more. Walt! Everything I did was trying to protect you! If they'd found out I was an undercover cop, shit I don't care whatever they'd have done to me but they would have hurt you as well and I- I didn't want that to happen. It was so fucking hard, staying away from you, all that time, I- I didn't even knew if you where still alive, if you wanted to ever see me again or if you found someone else-"

Now, Walt did jump up from his chair, fast enough to make the dog whine in discomfort. "You thought I'd replace you with someone else?! Why? Why would I do that? I thought I made it clear that there is no one else for me, I tried, Sal, it didn't work. There's no one I'd want to spend the rest of my life with… Except you…" His voice faltered at the last words as he sunk down on his chair again, the tears from earlier had returned and where running freely down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Sal sobbed, his voice sounding like a child that had been scolded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you…"

"What if something had happened to you? You talk about protecting me, but who protected you? What if you'd died? I would have never found out, I would have spend the rest of my life looking for you…"

Wrapping his arms around himself, Sal cast his gaze towards the ground, unable to look at Walt any longer. This was unlike anything Walt had ever seen his partner. Sal was usually the emotionally stable one, the strong one, the optimist, who picked up the pieces when Walt shattered internally, who held him and told him that everything was good to be okay.

"No more of this." Walt said in a determined voice, crossing the distance between himself and the younger man. "We can discuss this again tomorrow, if you like. But no more of this, please. I can't stand to watch you fall apart."

Wiping a tear from his eyes, Sal gave him a loop sided smile. "I've been falling apart ever since I left you."

"Well," Walt said a bit dumbly. "You're here now. And I ain't letting you leave any time soon." That earned him a tiny laugh.

This close, Walt caught his partners familiar scent. He was still using the same fragrance as he had four years ago. "Shhh…" The brunette tried, sitting between Sal's legs and stroking along his arms. He had always loved Sal's forearms. They where muscular and and soft and fitted perfectly around the brunette's waist when they were lying in bed.

The touch seemed to calm Sal down, he stopped crying, dark eyes meeting Walt's.

"Kiss me." Sal breathed into his ear, asking, no begging, for Walt to touch him, to show him how much he still meant to him.

And Walt did.

He poured in all the love he still had for Sal, all the pent up feelings he had tried to keep at bay for the last four years.

His hands found Sal's face, cupping his cheeks and mapping the familiar territory. Every hair, mole on his face, every line, it was all still there, still so familiar. They both moaned into the kiss, melting against each other.

Only when the need for air was stronger than the need to continue kissing, did they pull apart, panting. A trail of saliva still connecting their mouths.

"I love you, Walt. I love you so fucking much it hurts, I-"

"I love you too, Sal, I love you, I promise."

"Show me. Please."

#narcos mexico #walt breslin #sal orozco #walt/sal

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jckelly · 4 years

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updated intro / 25/09/20

Is that JACK FIELDING? Wow, they do look a lot like VAN MCCANN. I hear HE is an NINETEEN year old FRESHMEN who are studying AEROSPACE ENGINEERING at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be PHILOPHOBIC and INSINCERE, but on the bright side they can also be WITTY and IMAGINATIVE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [YUNI, 20, GMT, SHE/HER]

hello to anyone who has yet 2 be cursed w my presence in their dms, i am yuni and this is an updated intro for my demon boi jack! this one is a lilll bit more in depth but not to worry there is a tl;dr at the end ion expect u to read this. feel free to dm me if you would like to plot!

01: BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Jackson Noel Fielding (previously Kelly; recently changed)

Nicknames: Jack - he dislikes the use of his full first name, and only really answers to Jack, unless joking around with Caitriona.

Date Of Birth: December 4, 2001 (currently aged 19)

Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, Leo ascendant, and Aries moon.

Place Of Birth: Northern General Hospital, Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England.

Nationality: Dual UK and US citizenship; he was born and raised in England so was a UK citizen from birth, and acquired US citizenship through his American adopted mother after being formally adopted in 2017.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Course: Aerospace Engineering (Freshman)

02: PHYSICAL

Faceclaim: Van McCann

Voiceclaim: Also Van McCann (but w ... not a Welsh accent LOL think Northern)

Ethnicity: White (English, Irish, Scottish)

Height: 173cm (5′8)

Weight: 52kg (115lbs) / BMI 17.4

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Distinctive Features: Freckles (many), ear piercings (one hoop in his left ear), scars on his wrists which he hides with long sleeved shirts.

Clothing Preference: Jack really only wears black, or something close to black like grey. He usually opts for simple clothes, just jeans and long sleeved shirts, and beat up black converse. His Sheffield United hoodie makes an appearance more often than not, because he has a ridiculous amount of hometown pride.

03: PERSONALITY

Overview

Positive Traits: Witty, imaginative, perseverant, passionate

Negative Traits: Philophobic, disloyal, insincere, callous

MBTI: ENTP

Religious Beliefs: Atheist

Description

The first side most people see of Jack is the side he wants you to see. A total asshole. It’s not an exaggeration - he’s pretty much infamous for flirting with everyone, dating anyone and as a serial cheater. He’ll actively try to worm his way into your life, and then just when you start to care, he does something to hurt you. He’s strangely persistent, probably helping him to push people even further, until they snap. There is nothing which satisfies him more than managing to wind people up to the extreme, get them to the point where they give up. Adopted parents, friends, nobody is immune to this side - he even tries it on the people he genuinely cares about, as if just to see if he’ll still be able to push them away.

The second side, which most people don’t see, is that at heart Jack is a kid. He’s the type of person to ask if owls have ears at 3am, or get some childlike joy out of dumb jokes. Of course, this is the side nobody but a very small number of people see. And even if you do see it, it never lasts long. He keeps his true personality under wraps even amongst those he does like, and it only slips out if he’s extremely comfortable with you. Otherwise, he’ll go straight back to being a sarcastic, flirty piece of shit.

04: PAST

Biography:

Jackson Kelly was born in a council estate in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, in the UK. His life prior to adoption is not something he routinely talks about, but that’s mostly because he’d rather not give people reasons to pity him: his mother, 15 when she gave birth to him, was a drug addict; he has no idea who his birth father is or was, and no inclination to find out. Jack’s first ten years of life pretty much fell into the same cycle: get put into foster care, his mother would get clean and take him back, and then the cycle would repeat. But when the cycle ended when he was ten, and he was removed from his mother’s care for good, he wasn’t ready for it to end yet.

Sure, she wasn’t the best parent. But she was his mother. Jack quickly developed a reputation for running away, always found back at the same place. Foster parent after foster parent always ended up returning him, unable to cope with his rebellious tendencies and the constant hunt for him after he had run. As he aged, he only became better at avoiding being found. It practically became a game to him, a way for him to entertain himself. So when a wealthy American heiress and her British CEO husband decided that of all people, they wanted to foster a now thirteen year old Jack, social workers almost wanted to ask if they’d misspoke. (Jack had assumed it was a practical joke.)

Claire and George, his new “parents,” were patient. They said he didn’t have to call them mum or dad, that even after they officially adopted him two years later he could keep his own surname, that they just wanted him to be happy. They moved him to a better school, got a private tutor to make up for lost time, tried to take an interest in his favourite things. But that wasn’t enough for Jack. Eventually, the situation resulted in drastic measures: a rainy afternoon with a social worker being told that Claire wanted to move the family to her birthplace of New York, and send Jack to the school she had attended many years prior. A fresh start would be better for him, they said. As if Jack didn’t know the real reason. He couldn’t run away if he was thousands of miles away.

And that was how a fifteen year old Jack made his way to Carnifex, with absolutely no change to his desire to wreak havoc or to his somewhat disturbing attitude towards other people. Therapists paid for by his adopted parents might say he was pushing people away to manifest emotions about neglect in early life; Jack would just say that he was keeping things interesting. Either way, the next couple years of his life escaped past him, and before he knew it he was in a school office, being told that his birth mother had died.

Obviously, Claire and George freaked, as if he would do anything. Pulled him out of school for a month, flew him back to England for the funeral, and practically wrapped Jack in bubble wrap like he was a baby or something. All he wanted to do was go back to school, ignore the guilt he felt in his stomach for letting them take him away, and go back to what he did best.

Timeline:

December 4 2001 - Jackson Noel Kelly is born in Sheffield.

2005 - Jack is removed from his mother’s care for the first time. He is frequently removed from her care and then placed back in it for the next seven years of his life.

2012 - Jack is removed from his mother’s custody permanently and placed in a temporary foster home. He bounces through foster homes for the next few years, including one where he meets Caitriona and becomes close with her.

2014 - Jack is fostered by Claire and George. He resists any attempt for them to get close to him, and continues to act out.

December 2016 - Jack is legally adopted by Claire and George, acquiring US citizenship, although he does not change his surname.

January 2017 - Jack attempts suicide. He is placed in therapy and plans are made for his relocation to the US.

March 2017 - Claire and George move back to America, taking Jack with them. He begins attending Carnifex. He continues to visit the UK regularly to visit his birth mother, who he keeps in contact with.

April 2020 - Jack’s birth mother dies. He immediately disappears from school for a month, without telling anyone where he went.

May 2020 - Jack returns to Luxor. It’s later accidentally blurted out mid fight with Zander that his mother is dead.

June 2020 - Jack graduates and Leo tells the school Jack attempted suicide.

September 2020 - Jack legally changes his surname from his birth name - Kelly - to his adopted parents surname, Fielding.

December 2020 - Zander and Ches spread posters around claiming that Jack is HIV positive and gave it to Balo. They don’t provide any proof for this allegation, and Jack continues to deny it.

(These are the events ur character would probs vaguely know about!!! Anything else is personal info so they wouldn’t know unless Jack explicitly told them. Feel free to ask me if you’re ever unsure if something is ic knowledge or not!)

05: OTHER TRIVIA

- He has a fairly strong Yorkshire accent which is obviously something other characters would likely notice when interacting with him. So if he uses words you don’t know it’s safe to assume he’s just being his dumb British self so you are free to have your character question the meaning/not know. (LMK if you’re unsure tho!)

- His favourite band is Oasis (closely followed by Arctic Monkeys), favourite film is Fight Club, go to drink is either a double vodka coke or a pint of Heineken, and his favourite place is Leadmill in Sheffield because it’s where he’s seen some bands (and fucked girls in the bathroom. Such a romantic.)

- Dyslexic, but if you mention it Jack will fight you, although it’s partially why he leans more toward math based subjects where his spelling ability is irrelevant.

- Notoriously has a thing for redheads, although that doesn’t prevent him from being crude and sexual towards anyone he happens to meet or interact with.

- Chain smokes anything he can get his ratty little hands on (cigarettes, weed, meh) so expect him to smell of ciggies 24/7.

- Diehard supporter of Sheffield United and insists there is no better football team even though they really suck

- Weetabix, Weetabix, Weetabix

06: NOTABLE CONNECTIONS

Within Luxor:

- Friendships: Caitriona, Balo, Avery, Zai, Oakley, Lennon

- Former Relationships: Oakley Prescott

- Current Relationship: Juliet McCoy

NPCS

- Claire Richardson Fielding & George Fielding: Jack’s adopted parents, who just want to love him despite him being terrible to them.

- Lauren Kelly: His birth mother, who he misses a lot.

- Violet Richardson: Claire’s mother, who for some reason adores Jack and considers him her favourite grandchild. Meaning Jack will probably inherit everything when she dies, although he doesn’t really think about that.

- Emily French: His ex girlfriend from back home, also known as the only girl who Jack truly cared about before Juliet. She broke up with Jack for being too toxic, which although fair, fucked him up for a little bit. Not that he’d admit it.

07: CONNECTION IDEAS/WCS

Exes (Lots)

Jack has a habit of dating people, dropping them as soon as feelings get involved, cheating on them, and generally being an asshole. So if you want an ex for your muse… yeah.

Enemies

Again, he tends to happily mess with as many people as he possibly can. So he’s probably gotten on the wrong side of at least a couple people.

Friends (fake or real)

Like when he dates, he tends to get close to people before ditching them or screwing with them. So people who think they’re his friends but who aren’t really as close as they think are very welcome. I’m also down to have a couple people who can be the few he genuinely cares about.

08: TL;DR

If you already knew Jack at Luxor:

Little has changed! He’s the same manipulative dick as ever except that he has legally changed his surname. Your characters are tots fine to comment on the change, it’s not a secret or anything.

If this is your unfortunate first experience with Jack:

Jack is manipulative, crude, outright insulting, and nasty. He enjoys nothing more than messing with people, and often acts friendly initially just to hurt you later. He is British, adopted, and I call him rat man.

#luxorintro #finally got around to it #RIP #also wow yuni #what a great van gif to use #i rlly show him in his best light #rat mAN #suicide tw #self harm tw #depression tw #abuse tw #neglect tw #drugs tw

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snowbellewells · 5 years

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Run to Me (in the Dead of Night)

Thanks to each and every one of you who has been reading this story, liking and commenting, and keeping me pressing on even when it’s fought me or I’ve had to go back to the drawing board. I truly appreciate your patience when I had to skip a week. Hopefully I have the wrinkles smoothed out now, and I’m excited for you to read Chapter 10!!

So, here without any further rambling, Enjoy!!!

by: @snowbellewells

chapter ten ~ plots and plans and tangled webs

Unfortunately, as the dawning hours lightened the sky and morning fully broke in the woods outside of Storybrooke, the sun rose to warm the secluded retreat Emma and Killian had found and allowed themselves a moment to indulge within. It had been a fragment of time - a snapshot that Emma hoped to store away in her mind’s eye against the darkness that might well stretch ahead of them - that made her feel bonded to the man who stretched and sat up to rifle through the tangled covers, seeking one large enough to wrap around himself and maintain his dignity until they could sneak back to his ship for new clothes not destroyed by forced transformation.

Emma couldn’t help reaching out to pinch playfully at the warm skin of his hip, even as she lingered reluctantly within sheets wrapped around her own form. She had to bite her bottom lip to forestall the attraction rising within her at the sight he made, even draped ridiculously in some old, unraveling brown blanket. There was barely an ounce of fat on his sculpted, darkly furred body, barely enough skin loose for her to grab, but she managed, and then squealed and rolled away when his eyes flashed and he dove after her for retaliation.

A low growl rumbled through his chest and thrummed against her palms and fingers as she braced her hands on his chest. Though he rolled her onto her back, covering her with his muscled body and kissing her thoroughly - nearly devouring her mouth like the animal he was - Killian didn’t push further, as if silently knowing and acknowledging that it was time for them to return to the rest of the world. Her heart swelled just that much more with affection for him that he didn’t question her, try to guilt or persuade her otherwise, but though he clearly felt the fires of attraction building between them once more, he also seemed to understand the need to check on her boy, see that he and her parents were alright, and to see that she had not left any of her responsibilities too long. That he would accept and honor her needs, without her even having to explain had Emma staring at him in awed amazement as he lingered above her.

Reaching up, she smoothed her hands over his scruffy cheeks, cradling his widely grinning face between her palms until he leaned down quickly to peck a kiss to her nose and roll off her and away, chuckling at her moan of frustration just as she’d been ready to pull him in and deepen the kiss, her resolve to get them moving almost forgotten in the magnetic pull he held over her.

Her own tiny (and much more human) growl of frustrated lust at the sheer playful humor on his face did not seem to faze him in the slightest. “Come, Love, rise and shine,” he urged with entirely too much cheer for the hour. The rugged, handsome man whom she had first taken for dark, brooding, and perhaps even a bit dangerous, now looked almost boyish as he winked at her from across the room, tossing first her jeans, then her socks and bra from where they’d strewn them over the floor the previous night, then once more wrapped the blanket almost toga-like around as much of himself as possible. “After all, I know it can’t be helped, but I’d prefer to get across town and aboard my ship before too many are out to see me like this.”

He gestured down at himself in the ridiculous get-up. It was the best they had at hand to preserve some bit of his modesty, but she had to giggle at his rather sad attire all the same, simply couldn’t help herself. “It is perfectly laughable,” she added, unable to resist teasing. “Not exactly befitting a pirate captain or a fearsome lone wolf either one.”

She had shimmied into her own jeans as she spoke, listening to him splutter indignantly at her jab as she pulled on her socks and reached around herself trying to refasten the strap of her undergarment. Somewhere in the midst of her actions, Killian had stilled, watching her with his mouth almost agape until he finally gathered himself, waggled those heavy, dark brows salaciously, and asked, while swiping his tongue over his lower lip for effect, “Need some help there, Swan?”

It was at that point she finally managed to clasp the bra together once more and stood, slipping her sweater down over her head as she did so. “Yeah, right,” she snarked. “I don’t think so. We start that again, and we won’t get where we’re going ‘til noon.”

“More’s the pity, Deputy,” he murmured lowly, eyes tracking her every move hungrily. Emma for her part, was just noticing the size and darkness of the love bite he had left at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and wondering ruefully as she pulled at the collar of her top if it rose high enough to hide the mark from her curious and eagle-eyed son. “Really?” she huffed in exasperation at him with her hands on her hips.

“Sorry?” he offered, not looking one ounce repentant as he studied her, gaze more than a bit possessively proud of his handiwork. She couldn’t even be that angry with him. She’d thought him nearly dead already when she burst into the clearing to find Gold standing over him, a silver bullet in him and more cuts of the deadly metal littering his body, paralyzed and about to have his heart stolen. That she had somehow stopped their powerfully magical nemesis, that he was healed and well again, and that they had forged this trust, this bond, between them - one she’d not been sure she was capable of forming with anyone - well, it was enough to make her forgive him his overzealous behavior. Truth be told, she felt more than a bit possessive of him herself.

Shaking her head she slipped into her boots and led the way out the door. “Come on, you ruffian, let’s get you some clothes.”

He laughed right along with her, but upon reaching the door, he opened it for her and caught her gaze with a much more serious one of his own. “Be that as it may, Emma,” he whispered, brushing the back of his forefinger down her cheek, light as the flutter of a butterfly wing. “You had just one thing wrong before.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked breathlessly. “What’s that?”

“I’m not a lone wolf,” he vowed, earnest devotion in his eyes and tone absolute, “not anymore.”

~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~~~

As it turned out, they did make it to Killian’s ship without too much interference or embarrassment. They did run into a wide-eyed Leroy on the pier with his early morning fishing catch, but an only half-teasing threat to gut him like the fish he had in hand had the town’s unofficial crier scuttling off at a pace hasty enough to make Emma pretty sure it was one rumor that the dwarf wasn’t going to spread.

Before long, Killian was clothed, with only a minimum of kissing and touching in between, and they were off toward Main Street and her parents’ apartment. Emma found that the closer they got, the more she began to pull ahead, anxious to see Henry and have him meet Killian. She was so excited that it took her several minutes to realize that Killian was falling behind and almost slowing down.

“What is it, Babe?” she asked, turning to look at him curiously, the endearment slipping out without thought, then blushing until she saw by the lightening of his face that he didn’t mind a bit.

“Nothing,” he hedged quickly, “I mean, not really...nothing serious. It’s just - are you sure you want me to come? Want me around your boy? Will your parents even allow me in their home? Things have been moving pretty quickly so far, there hasn’t been time to speak of it… but they’re royalty, and I’m...well...I’m hardly prince material,” he finished ashamedly.

Emma was already opening her mouth to argue when a loud “pop” sounded just behind her, whipping her attention back in that direction as Mr. Gold appeared before them, but not as she had ever seen him before - full out covered in a glittering sheen not unlike scales over his skin, his hide appearing almost as disturbingly leathery as his strange garb clearly not from modern day Maine, and nothing like the suits he’d worn in his guise as mild mannered pawn shop owner. “I’d listen to him, Dearie,” the freakish apparition of a man cackled at her almost giddily, “Keep company with such as him, and you’ll wind up getting hurt.”

Emma didn’t know what she’d done to send the man sprawling in the forest any more than she did what she was doing still, but she squared her shoulders and faced the Dark One, bared in his true guise, head on. Never one to back down from a fight, she was even more determined not to see Killian harmed any further, never mind that she had no doubt he could more than defend himself in a fair fight instead of an ambush. Her hands raised in defense, she didn’t back away, merely watched the imp as he glowered at her smugly, not trusting him to drop her guard for even a second.

She could feel Killian at her back, a sturdy, comforting presence and his warmth steadying the quivering fear in her stomach that she couldn’t dismiss as easily as she schooled her facial features. His large hand pressed at the small of her back was a calming weight, grounding and reassuring her that he was there at her side as clearly as if he had spoken those very words aloud.

Drawing in a fortifying breath Emma savored the feeling of a true partner facing their foe with her, and breathed out in a voice that sounded surprisingly unafraid. “Thanks for your concern,” she shot back, letting him know she was well aware of just how false his solicitude was, “but I think I’m capable of choosing my own company.”

“Suit yourself,” Rumplestiltskin shrugged, sounding worrying unperturbed either way. “I merely thought to offer you an out.... Some assurances, if you will…” He paused a moment, as if thinking she might suddenly change her mind. “No matter,” he continued, one of those high-pitched, grating giggles leaving him when she didn’t jump at his proffered deal. “I’ll admit you took me by surprise, Miss Swan. Raw and untrained as it is, your light magic is staggering. However, if I can’t entice you to my side, make no mistake, I will be ready for you next time. Don’t expect to get so fortunate a second time.” His gaze then flicked to Killian just next to her. “And you… Your time is coming at long last, cur. You’ll get your retribution - not here, not right now, but soon. You will lose everything you’ve gained, mark my words.”

And with that dark threat and a dramatic flip of his wrist, he was gone as instantaneously as he had appeared. Emma deflated with a whoosh of breath, and fell back against Killian’s chest where he easily caught and cradled her tightly.

“You were brilliant, Love,” Killian whispered against her temple fervently, making her shiver in both relief and pleasure. “Bloody amazing. He isn’t sure he can beat you, doesn’t understand your power, and so he’s holding back, as cowardly as he always was.”

She nodded at her companion’s words, sure he was quite probably right and trying to draw some assurance from that. But she knew the stalemate would not last forever; Rumplestiltskin would come for them, Cora and Regina with him most likely, in their quest to wrest Henry from her, and she had just begun to ask Killian what happened then, when pounding footsteps reached her ears and she saw her father, mother, and son nearing them at a run, clearly alarmed and having seen the face off with the Dark One. The worry and fear already radiating from them had Emma tabling the discussion she needed to have with Killian for later. In the next instant, Henry plowed into her, nearly knocking her backward and arms flinging around her waist. Her mom wasn’t far behind, simply wrapping both her daughter and grandson within her shaking arms.

“Emma!” she exclaimed breathlessly, “Are you alright?!?”

Emma nodded against her mother’s shoulder, a bit squished between she and Henry’s intense ministrations, but still managing to rub her boy’s back in what she hoped was a soothing pattern, even as she allowed herself to be comforted by the sort of maternal support she’d wished for countless times growing up but never had until now.

Finally, when Snow backed off slightly and released her, and Henry relaxed a bit as well, Emma drew in enough breath to answer steadily, “Yes, we’re fine, I think,” before David sandwiched her in his strong arms, having clearly tried to wait his turn, but no longer able to hold back.

His large hand cradled the back of her head securely as he rocked them slightly from side to side. “Thank heaven above,” he murmured thickly before finally making himself let go and take a step back. “We were heading to meet you and saw Rumple appear right in front of you both. I was so afraid he’d strike you down before we could reach you.”

Emma shook her head at that, looking to Killian briefly, who gave her a gentle, bolstering nod in return. She ignored the fact that her father’s large hand was trembling slightly where it squeezed hers, not quite ready to process that he cared for her that much, that he had been shaken to his very bones in fear for her safety. “He didn’t do anything,” she assured, trying to project a calm she didn’t quite feel yet in the hopes of spreading it to her rattled loved ones. “Just a lot of useless posturing and empty threats. Trying to keep us scared, no doubt.”

Her father opened his mouth to caution or argue her seeming unconcern with his experience in dealing with the Dark One, but Killian beat him to the punch, voice still smooth and lilting but wary when he spoke, resting his hand on her forearm as he did so. “I wouldn’t be so certain about that, Swan. Unfortunately, though it might seem like nothing now, the Crocodile rarely makes empty threats. His taunting was clearly a prelude to some move on his part.”

David nodded his solemn assent to the other man’s statement, the closeness of Killian’s body to his daughter’s, nor the supportive physical contact she was allowing him, not going unnoticed but being put aside for the larger issues at hand.

“Great!” she exhaled in frustration, throwing her arms up and letting them fall back against her sides. “So what are we supposed to do? How are we supposed to be ready for it?” She looked from her “wolf man” (secretly loving the little nickname that popped into her head even as she bit back her smile and tried to retain focus) to her parents and back in quick succession. “Has anyone seen Regina or her mother yet? Could we get any clues from what they’re up to?”

Her mother shook her head remorsefully, knowing that her answer was far from what Emma was hoping to hear. “I’m afraid we haven’t, Sweetie. They’re still lying low, which I know is not helpful at all, but at least no more damage has been done.” Her dark-eyed gaze flew to Killian quickly and a small smile dimpled her full, pretty cheeks so much like her daughter’s. “Glad to see that you’ve recovered nicely,” she added to the man who had clearly captured her daughter’s affection.

The sentiment did Killian’s heart good, despite whatever other doubts and concerns might have been swirling inside his chest and all around them. It certainly was not full parental approval of their lost princess daughter dating a lycanthropic pirate, but the glimmer in the royal’s eyes reminded Killian that, if memory served, Snow White had at one time survived as a bandit and graced ‘Wanted’ posters as much as any pirate. Perhaps he had more of a chance to win them over than he had first assumed.

“Aye, milady,” he replied to Snow with a small bob of his head, “Thanks to your daughter.”

Snow looked at him sweetly, her face practically beaming, and he wondered if there were not something else she yet wished to say; however, before he could question further, or anyone else could speak, Henry broke in hopefully. “I don’t want to think my other mom would still be plotting to hurt you all, but ...I ...I know she might. Maybe we could try to check in at the library? Belle was anxious to learn all she could about everything and everyone she’d known back in your world, and I know she really wanted to understand what Mr. Gold was after. She might have turned up something about what they want. If she hasn’t, well, maybe we can?”

His last words rose questioningly, and Emma, who had already hugged him closer at his troubled admission that he hated to consider the woman who had raised him as a villain, now pulled back just enough to look down at him encouragingly and grant his request. “That sounds like as good a plan to start with as any, Kid,” she said, her affection for her son clear even in the understated tone of her voice. “Plus, I probably ought to check in with Graham, and I wonder if we might not find him there too.”

With those words, she shot a conspiratorial wink at the other adults, but Henry giggled right along with her as they set off for the clock tower which housed the town library beneath. When they all looked to him in surprise, Henry shrugged. “What?” he countered, “I’m eleven, not blind! Sheriff Graham’s been really looking out for her. I think he likes her.”

The wide, mischievous grin on Henry’s face made Emma laugh heartily as she ruffled his hair and followed his scampering steps with a bit more spring in her own. Yes, there was still danger afoot, and they needed to figure out their three villains’ game before they could spring a trap, but she suddenly felt more hopeful about the whole thing. Henry would tell her that in every story, no matter the odds, good always won out in the end. All she said aloud was, “You know, Henry, I think you’re probably right,” and followed him on through the square. For once, with her family and a man she rapidly felt she was growing to love on either side, she was willing to summon some belief and hope.

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Even as Emma and her posse were making their way across town, Graham and Belle were indeed ensconced at a large, heavy oak table in the quiet back corner of the library. At their research since dawn when the Sheriff had met his petite brunette friend with two to-go cups - his coffee and hers hot tea - and two chocolate croissants from Granny’s in hand at the front door to the library as she arrived to unlock it for the day, they had been huddled in the reference section undisturbed for several hours, surrounded by census charts, town records, fairy tale and folklore compendiums, anything that might either help Belle, or Graham (he realized his own hope rather ruefully) to remember any clue or rumor that either of them might have seen or heard in all their forced time in the Evil Queen’s fortress or Rumple’s Dark Castle. Knowing Rumple had always been a bit of a collector of magical totems and powerful objects, Belle had also been compiling a list of any such treasures mentioned in the resources, wondering if an item such as that might be what either Rumple or these two of his most dangerous proteges might hope to obtain.

Though neither of them had turned up anything definitively helpful yet, they were still up to their elbows in old books, piled all around them on the table and even in various stacks at their feet beside it. Belle couldn’t help but feel safe and shielded somehow by the sheer mass of volumes surrounding her, remembering with a shudder the bare walls, empty room with merely a cot and thin blanket that she had spent 28 years inhabiting in some sort of mindless haze, and the unknown stretch of time she’d spent wasting away in the lonely tower of the Evil Queen’s design with maybe one book hidden away when the man now studiously reading at her side could manage it. The fact that she could be surrounded by shelves and shelves of them to read to her heart’s content seemed like nearly unfathomable wealth after such a long deprivation.

Of course, she reasoned with another lingering sidelong glance at the man beside her, Graham Humbert might also have more than a little to do with the pervading sense of safety she felt. Granted, he did not practice magic, nor was he indestructible or infallible, but she felt protected, sheltered and cared for in his presence, in a way she had not truly experienced since she was a very small child.

All of a sudden overcome with a swell of gratitude and affection for her long lost friend, Belle reached across the table, winding her slender arm through the perilously stacked tomes to take his hand in hers from where it had rested on the page before him. Graham looked up, mouth slightly agape in surprise, his head tilting curiously as his eyes cleared from the concentrated focus they’d held while he read. “What is it, Belle?” he asked, even as he gathered her hand more securely in his own, linking their fingers and squeezing with a light, reassuring pressure, before bringing their joined hands up to his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of hers almost bashfully, not meeting her eyes as he did so, but instead focusing on their fingers twined together.

Belle’s breath caught at the gesture, innocent and sweet, and yet bold between the two of them, speaking of more than polite concern for one of his townsfolk or friendly remembrance of their former acquaintance. It did steal the air from her lungs for a moment; a simple, bare gesture, and yet she couldn’t remember ever being so affected by a touch before, the press of his soft lips feeling as though it were imprinted on her delicate skin.

Trying to suck in enough oxygen to speak, she blinked several times before managing to stutter, “N-nothing’s wrong. I just...just wanted to say I’m glad you’re here with me. It makes...all of this...easier somehow.”

She stopped there, not sure how to continue as her feelings seemed to escape expression in words. Regardless, Graham beamed at her beautifically, his eyes widening in a guilelessly joyful way that made the years of curse and entrapment seem to melt from his features and cause him to bear an impossibly youthful glow. “You don’t know what that means to me,” he breathed, voice little more than a pleased whisper in the quiet library nook. “And for the first time in ages, I can actually feel it. It’s exactly the same for me… being near you.”

On the verge of scooting closer and placing her other hand over his heart, both to assure herself that it was beating as hard as hers was, and to assert that they would both feel so much more from now on if she had anything to say about it, Belle was halted when a swirling pillar of purple smoke appeared in the room over Graham’s shoulder. She lurched backwards, immediately on her guard, and her sudden movement and wide-eyed wariness alerted Graham to turn and face it as well, just as Cora and Regina both stepped from the cloud of magic dramatically. Clearly having already taken stock of the situation, frighteningly matching cruel smiles stretched across both women’s faces.

The elder Mills sorceress stalked forward with the air of a noblewoman looking as if she owned the room, completely unconcerned with their definite lack of welcome. Graham shifted with quick agility to stand between the cold blooded woman and Belle, causing his friends to feel her heart swell with his selflessness even as she huffed in exasperation. She didn’t want him hurt any more than she wanted to suffer herself.

Tsking and shaking her head at their naive show of resistance to her assumed superiority and powerful magic, the Queen of Hearts looked almost amused by the gesture. Speaking for the first time with false demurity, she noted, “You’re both fortunate I’m not Rumplestiltskin after that little scene I just witnessed.” Her sharp gaze zeroed in on Graham. “If I had been him, you would already be dead where you stand.”

Reaching out a gloved hand, she brushed it down his whiskered cheek, trailing along his jaw and neck down to his chest with entirely too much familiarity. Though Graham didn’t back away or cry out, Belle could feel how stiff his body had gone in an effort not to shrink or show fear. His hand still in hers was trembling, and Belle’s stomach turned in nausea at the woman’s gall, and the very thought of him enduring even one more unwanted touch in an effort to protect her.

Darting around him, she drew up every bit of height and presence she could muster, forcing the older woman back at least a step. “Leave him alone!” she spat, eyes flashing in a way most who only knew her gentler nature would have found hard to imagine. “You and your despicable daughter have hurt him enough!”

Cora actually tittered in dangerous humor at her outburst, raising a deceptively elegant hand for some no doubt paralyzing strike, when Regina’s dry voice froze them all as she stepped forward to stand at her mother’s side. “Enough, Mother,” she demanded. “You know what we seek. The bookworm may know where he keeps it. You’re the one who taught me to keep my eyes on the goal, remember?”

Though Cora did not look pleased, she did withdraw; her desire to reconcile and please her grown child obviously overriding her sadistic nature for the moment.

Not backing down in the slightest, nor willing to be cowed by this woman who had caused so much suffering in both she and Graham’s lives, no matter how foolhardy it might be, Belle turned her harsh words on Regina. “And if you think I’ll do anything to help you, you’re into for a rude awakening.”

Regina practically simpered at her, not discouraged in the slightest. Graham pulled her back against his chest, as if remembering what the woman before them was capable of and urging Belle away from the flames before she was consumed. Shaking her head in disappointment, as if they were the ones in the wrong, Regina merely warned, “Oh no, Dear, I don’t think so. We’re just getting started.”

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