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scintillyyy · 1 year

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you know, i kind of touched on this in my au post earlier today, but it really got me thinking about how much tim joins the batfam early/jason doesn't die in ethiopia really, really relies on fanon understanding of relationships and almost has to prioritize the jason&tim relationship/perpetuate the idea that jason was "tim's robin" (my eyebrow twitches even writing that) because if it doesn't and we go by canon....jason really kind of ends up adrift due to tim's arrival, if he's not the person that tim is absolutely fixated on/that is saving tim.

because tim doesn't canonically need to be saved! he's not that socially awkward, he can make friends within 5 minutes of entering a room. he doesn't really need jason to do anything for him, to be anyone special for him. like, he admittedly probably admires jason-robin, but like, in an abstract way, not a super emotional way. tim would admire current robin whether it was jason in the costume or some random kid named jeff. jason's canonically not that special to tim, not like dick is. if jason quit and bruce replaced him with someone who wasn't jason, tim would just move on to admiring whoever is robin next and not really think about jason anymore, because the only robin who matters long-term is dick.

so if jason isn't the center of tim's world we get a tim who joins the batfam and immediately gets his canonical super-special connection with dick, through dick's parents and the night they fell and being there. and this is a connection that jason will always be excluded from, a wall between them almost. like, they might all like each other. dick does love jason. but it's almost like when you introduce two friends of yours and they immediately click super well and become better friends with each other than they are with you. like, dick is a good brother to jason. but jason's arrival will forever be marred by the actions of bruce, because bruce was the one who chose jason, though dick did eventually accept him as a brother. tim on the other hand came in connected intrinsically with dick. in many ways, tim is the brother without the baggage of bruce. tim is the brother that dick chose for himself based on past connection and fated past meetings. he's picture kid. he's the brother because of dick's parents, not because of bruce.

and isn't that lonely and a bit isolating for jason? sure he has his bond with bruce/his dad, but when it comes to his peers he is a bit on the outside looking in--he doesn't have a same-generation cohort. (which is also why i think it's funny when *tim* is always the one who's cast as this social outcast who has no bonds to anyone. now, i don't think that any of the batkids are socially awkward--on the contrary, i think they're all very good with people, but canonically, due to the short time he was alive for post-treatment, jason doesn't really have a ton of friends outside of bruce and alfred. and idk he doesn't seem to see a need to have a ton of friends! he's perfectly content being batman's son, batman's robin, he doesn't really need anyone or anything else. sure he enjoyed his mission with the titans that one time, but he's not really searching for outside connections or friends for him and bruce, not like tim does as robin. because jason is shown to be pretty content with the way things are--until we get closer to death in the family, ofc, but that's not really about feeling lonely for friends, but feeling lonely for his mother. idk do we ever have him yearning for friends? i'm not as well versed on all of jason as robin)

anyways, then we get superboy and impulse and wonder girl and young justice and they're still very much tim's cohort, not jason's. they are 13-15 year olds who act like 13-15 year olds. jason being like...2-3 years older than them would not fit in from a maturity level. and he probably does more with the titans on occasion, but he's only like 17 and they're all like...20s and having kids so he doesn't quite fit in fully there either, they just treat him like a younger brother. so where does he fit? he's kind of alone in his own odd little solitary generation there. tim doesn't really need him. dick doesn't really need him. all he has really is bruce, his dad and best friend. so it's like, when it comes to these types of stories...if jason is not tim's #1 upon tim joining the family, then what does jason have?

and i do see some resentment there. not like, pure hatred. but isn't life unfair? this kid comes in and his life is seemingly pretty good for him at first. he has dick's love unconditionally. he writes barbara thank you notes. he has a easy way of moving through the superhero community making friends with everyone like dick does and oh, i think that's a big frustration. because i don't think jason was jealous and angry at dick all the time but he was notably a little frustrated at having to live in dick's shadow sometimes (again, see his mission with the titans where he loses his temper that they look at just his uniform and expect him to be dick for them) and then to see tim have those traits like dick that jason-as-robin struggles with and thrive with them?

so yea. that's why i think a lot of those aus really depend on needing to make jason tim's #1, because if he's not, then where else does he belong?

#yea im not throwing this in the tags #sometimes we just don't tag controversy

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targaryenluvs · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒? - 𝐂.𝐒

summary: the one where you get dragged to your older brothers golf tournament and end up drooling over a another player. only problem? he’s your best friends brother.

pairings: carlos sainz x female reader

warnings: vulgar language, bfb trope, teasing, bad spanish translations :) age gap (6+ years)

word count: 1.7k words

A/N: (reader is envisioned as being of indian/asian descent, but you don’t necessarily need to think of it that way. it’s just most fics have white readers and i’m not so :) so just know she is described as dark skinned also - let me know for a potential part 2 )

You sat in the car as you stared out the window, you had never felt more annoyed.

Context? Today was your best friend Madelyn's joint birthday with your other best friend Sayda. They were turning 21! They could legally drink and all, well, in America. Anywhere else they could as well. You, on the other hand, were still stuck on 20. You had planned your present for the two of them for over 2 months. And after all that, you were told you couldn't attend.

Your parents somehow tied you to familial obligations at the age of 20.

You knew you could say no, your family did too. But they knew how to play on your guilt. You knew that if you declined they wouldn't put up a fight but you’d know they were disappointed, You'd feel it in every glare, their words, everything. And guilt trips aren't your ideal idea of trips.

The familial obligations ended up being attending your older brother's golf tournament. 3 hours of watching older men profusely sweat their asses off on a stupid game. Which seemed like a punishment for a crime, only problem? You had no idea what crime you’d committed. As the car slowed down and you pulled into the parking lot you inhaled, only exhaling once you parked.

This was going to be the death of you.

“Y/n come on." Your mother said as she opened her car door. You turned to grab your purse and sunglasses before exiting. The entire golf course was packed. Food stalls lined the entrance and multiple people were hanging around, watching their family and friends.

But everyone, unlike you, was happy. Your parents walked in front as you followed, they picked up keys to a golf buggy, while you grabbed your own. You slung your purse on as you got in, turning the key. You all made our way over to the '20s to 30's side of the course.

Your brother, Ravi, was only 6 years older than you and was participating in the competition. And as you parked your buggy you finally took notice of the golfers. Unlike the entrance of the course, everyone here was, well, not old. But that was obvious since it was the 20-30 side of the competition.

Basically, the competition was split into age groups. Juniors are 15 to 19, then there's 20 to 30, 40 to 60 then seniors who are 60 and up. All the participants were well fit. A bunch of hot guys partially too old for you in tight polo shirts, sweating on a 30-degree day?

Maybe your parents dragging you here was actually beneficial.

Well, to you mostly.

"Guys! Over here!" A voice shouted over the murmuring of the crowd, Ravi. Your mother took my hand and led me through the sea of people. As if you couldn't yourself. Fair to say you let her, sometimes she's, uh, coddling.

(Which is a total understatement)

Ever since you graduated and moved out of your mother’s been looking for ways for you to need her. To the point where you’re starting to think being a mother might've taken up more parts of her life than you thought. "Thanks for coming today."

Ravi wrapped his arms around you as you returned the embrace. "I thought you weren't coming? Isn't it Madelyn and Sayda's birthday today?" You sighed, "It is, but I was sort've-" Your father's glare from behind your mother had you swallowing your words. "I just, uh, wanted to support you."

Internally, you wanted to shout, 'Well actually I'm too nice of a fucking person to turn down plans even if I have something else planned because I absolutely despise the idea of hurting someone's feelings. And, I know how it feels to be turned down and it sucks ass. So no, I'm not here because I want to be, and yes it is their birthday party and I don't know if I'll be able to get there in time.'

But then again, you were too nice for that.

"Oh, well thanks again."

To anyone else, it would've seemed like a normal response, but then again you knew what he meant. 'You were dragged here, I know. I'm sorry.'

You smiled at him as he smiled back. "So, when is it all starting?" You questioned him, in hope of deterring the conversation. "In a minute or two."

"There's seats over there. If you need anything let me know okay?" He said as he hugged you one last time before you took your place with your parents.

As you say you actually found yourself enjoying the tournament, to your surprise. But the heat was definitely getting to you, swiftly getting up you turned to your parents as you let them know where you were going.

You took your purse with you as you made your way over to the food stalls, wanting a smoothie. A high pitched squeal rang through your ears as you were wrapped in a warm hug.

"Y/n! What're you doing here?" Sayda asked you, "Ravi's playing! Or competing, whatever you call it." Sayda smiled, "So is my brother!" Sayda beamed as you replied, "Really? Oh my god I didn't even know he was in town!"

"Aha, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. If I can, I'll introduce you to him. And if not now, he'll be at my birthday party tonight." Confusion warped your facial expression as you asked, "What does he l-" Your friend Madelyn approached the pair of you, "Oh my god! Y/n you're here too!"

You smiled at her, "Yeah, sadly. Why're you guys here, I thought you had the party?" You asked the two, "Since Sayda's brother is in town and he rarely is, he wanted to participate in the stupid golf tournament so we pushed the party back so that he could make it."

You nodded, "I have a few things to do before the party so I have to get going. But I'll see you guys later." She said as she hugged us once last time before leaving the queue.

Yourself and Madelyn were almost at the front of the line as she whispered, "Avoid her brother okay? If she asks if you want to meet him? Run. Away." You looked at her as if she'd just punched you in the face, "What? Why?"

Madelyn looked at you dead straight.

"Because he's so fucking hot."

You laughed, maybe a little louder than you should have, "That's your reason?" Madelyn or Madi as you called her, whacked your arm, "I'm serious. So many of our friends have crushes on him. And he's dated a few of Saydas friends. Literally, none of those relationships worked out and Sayda stopped being friends with most of them."

"Did she know about the relationships?" Madi nodded, "Yeah, but none of them worked out because he's always busy with his job. Plus he cheated on half of them. But he's so good at manipulating I swear, he manages to convince everyone that 'The breakup was mutual' or 'She cheated'. And everyone believes him because, well, I don't know."

You smiled, "I won't calm down. Plus maybe those relationships did end on good terms?" You asked hopefully. "Maria walked in on him with Isa." The smile on your face dropped immediately. "Okay then." The two of you ordered your drinks and food afterwards, returning to her private birthday tent. Lucky.

You sat back and watched on, it came down to the last hole. Each player had 3 shots to get the golf ball in or you lost. The last two competitors were your brother and another guy. He was tall, definitely more so than you, his hair looked fluffy, and he had stubble and gorgeous brown eyes.

The polo shirt he was wearing was definitely not helping, you could even see his toned body through it. His forehead was glistening with sweat. And as you were about to go to the toilet the man lifted his shirt to wipe off the sweat.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

You walked as fast as possible without looking suspicious, but at this point you weren’t so sure if you cared anymore. You grabbed your phone and began to spam Maddi.

Maddi 💕

To Maddi; i swear to fucking god bro

To Maddi; this guy looks unreal

To Maddi; i think im gonna jump his ass or som because MY GOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🙏🏽

From Maddi; y/n, you’re going insane, leave the man alone 😭

To Maddi; you haven’t seen him once you do you’ll understand 👍🏽

From Maddi; will i tho?

To Maddi; yes you will bitch 🔪 i’ll point him out when i get back <33

You looked at yourself in the mirror while trying to compose yourself. Taking a deep breath you opened the door of the bathroom to be met with a rolling golf ball, stopping just at your feet. You kneeled down to pick it up and as you did you heard footsteps getting closer to you.

“Mierda! Hi, yes, uh sorry do you uh pass the ball back?”

Fuck. To your luck the guy you were gushing about stood in front of you, still sweaty, but his hair was messier and his breathing staggered. But he looked so fucking good to the point where you dismissed his extended right hand entirely. “Hello? Are you okay?” He asked as he stared intently.

“Uh oh yeah! Uhm sorry I was just-”

“Staring at me?”

“No! Well yes I was staring but not in a creepy way. I was just- your eyes?”

Even though you missed his extended hand you didn’t miss the evident smirk which came across his face as he stood in front of you, stepping ever so close to you, his hand brushed a loose piece of hair from your cheek as he whispered,

“Keep the ball. Gives me a reason to find you again.”

And with that he swiftly turned, distancing himself from you. But not without winking over his shoulder at you. You could feel your cheeks begin to burn up, but at least it wasn’t noticeable. More complimentary to your darker skin.

The golf ball suddenly drew your attention as your thumb grazed over indebts, looking down you noticed an ordinary company name, but then, to the side, initials.

C.S

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #carlos sainz x you #formula one x y/n #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz smut

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 4 months

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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 20: The Twelve Sweaters of Christmas

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1986

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Note: This story was written for my “Christmas with Captain Swan” collection in 2020.

Note #2: *facepalm* Somehow when I originally posted this yesterday, I accidentally repeated the text of "The Gingerbread Castle", which was the rerun for day 19. As a result, I have decided to reblog this one, so you get the ACTUAL "Twelve Sweaters of Christmas"

CS Genre: AU

Killian Jones neatly folded what felt like the one-hundredth sweater today, and stacked it on top of the pile. He prided himself on running a clean, neat, ship-shape establishment, and he hated when his clothing went askew.

Of course, given the fact that it was twelve days before Christmas, keeping things neat and tidy was a constant battle.

Killian never would have believed he’d find himself here. He’d had a promising career in front of him. He’d joined the Navy fresh out of high school, determined to follow in his older brother Liam’s footsteps. Liam had been his hero, he’d been brother and father and best friend to him after their mother died and their father abandoned them.

If only he hadn’t had to be a hero to everyone else. When Killian was seventeen, Liam had perished at sea after a terrible storm. He’d sacrificed his own life, saving seven of his crewmates before finally succumbing to the ocean’s fury.

After several months of aching grief, Killian had decided to live a life to make his brother proud. He’d decided to go into the Navy himself. He’d been a natural, taking to the water like a merman, never more content, never feeling closer to Liam than when he was out on the water. Things were looking up.

Unfortunately, tragedies rarely come on their own. When it rains it pours, and all that. Two years into his naval career, Killian got into a catastrophic automobile accident. Not only had he lost his love, his Milah, he’d also lost his hand.

And so he’d found himself alone, his promising career down the drain and with no idea what he was to do with his life.

Killian took a deep breath as he picked up yet another sweater to fold. Such dark thoughts had no place on this beautiful, snowy day, less than a fortnight before Christmas. Suffice it to say, after spiralling for a time, Killian had picked himself up and started on a new venture:

Revenge

He’d come across the clothing store quite by accident. He’d been passing through the small, sea-side village of Storybrooke, Maine one day, and just happened to step into the store. It was intriguing; had something of an edgy, pirate theme to it. It was run by an eccentric man named Edward Teach, who went by the moniker “Blackbeard”, no doubt due to the bushy mass of facial hair he sported.

Something about the store spoke to him, excited him in a way nothing had in months. Perhaps he could run an establishment such as this, combine a theme he was passionate about with goods people needed, and voila! The perfect business venture.

He hadn’t been in the store ten minutes before he’d made a promise to himself: Revenge is going to be mine.

It almost felt like fate the way everything worked out after that. As it happened, “Blackbeard” was looking to retire. Within a month, Killian had used the last of his inheritance from Liam to purchase Revenge and make it his own.

Nearly ten years later it was still going strong. He’d even managed to expand, turn it from something thoroughly niche into something more mainstream--while still maintaining it’s edge and it’s roots.

Revenge was Killian’s baby, and he was incredibly proud of it, and never more so than at Christmas. He prided himself on having everything the discerning Storybrooke customer could want for their holiday clothing needs.

The bell over the door sounded, and Killian looked up to see an angel with soft waves of sun-gold hair, tight jeans and a red leather jacket walking purposely toward him.

More like stomping toward him. The way her green eyes glittered dangerously as she approached proved that she was quite the angry angel.

She was utterly magnificent.

“Lost a bet,” she said curtly. “Point me in the direction of your ugliest Christmas sweaters.”

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Emma Swan should have known better than to make a bet against Ruby, particularly about something outrageous, and if there was anything Ruby’s clothing choice today was, it was outrageous.

Emma liked Christmas--within reason. Who didn’t like time off and peace on earth and all the holiday goodies you could eat?

But there was nothing reasonable about the sweater Ruby had chosen to wear for her shift at the diner this morning.

Emma groaned as her roommate sashayed out of her bedroom into the shared living room of their apartment..

“Ruby, it’s too early for this,” she groused. “You look like Christmas threw all over you.”

Ruby poured herself a mug of coffee, and then sat opposite Emma on the couch. “Hey don’t knock it. Everybody loves a good ugly Christmas sweater.”

“More like loves to hate it,” Emma muttered.

A sudden gleam came into Ruby’s eye. That really should have been Emma’s first clue to turn and run. Nothing good ever came of Ruby looking at her like that.

“Wanna make a friendly wager on that?” Ruby asked.

“A wager on how many people will hate your clothing choices?”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “The opposite. I bet you I get more compliments today wearing this sweater than I’d get on any other day.”

“How would we even quantify that?” Emma asked. “You usually keep count of the compliments you get?”

“Fine,” Ruby conceded. “How about this: Come into Granny’s on your lunch break and sit in my section. I bet you I get a genuine compliment on my sweater during your meal--totally unprompted too.”

Emma considered it. “What are the stakes?”

Ruby thought for a minute and then smiled. It was not a reassuring sight. “You win, and I clean the apartment for a month. But if I win….if I win, you have to wear an ‘ugly’ Christmas sweater every day until Christmas.”

Emma didn’t even take a moment to consider it. Getting out of cleaning for an entire month? So worth this bet, and it wasn’t like she was going to lose anyway.

“You’re on.”

Later that day when Emma and her partner, Sheriff Graham Humbert, stopped by the diner for lunch, they hadn’t been seated for five minutes before Emma realized she’d made a profound mistake.

“Hey guys!” Ruby smiled at them as she reached their table and pulled out her pencil and pad of paper. “How’s your day going? It’s been crazy around here this morning!”

“Pretty quiet at the sheriff’s station,” Graham said, smiling as he looked her over. “That’s quite a sweater you’re wearing today, Ruby. Very festive; I like it!”

Emma groaned as Ruby shot her a triumphant look. Rookie mistake. She should have known better than to bring Graham with her to lunch. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Graham had been more than half in love with Ruby for years. She should have brought someone like Leroy to lunch. She doubted that man had ever complimented anyone in his life.

But Emma was a woman of her word. She’d lost the bet fair and square, and pay up she would.

Which is why she currently found herself talking to the owner and proprietor of Revenge.

“Lost a bet,” she said curtly. “Point me in the direction of your ugliest Christmas sweaters.”

The man behind the desk--Killian, his name tag said--grinned at her. “Love, I’d wager the term ugly could never be applied to you no matter what you wear or don’t wear.”

Emma rolled her eyes. The guy was hot, she’d give him that--with his artfully messy black hair, piercing blue eyes and reddish scruff. And all the leather. It really should be illegal for a man to wear that much leather and to wear it so well. Still, Emma was in no mood for being hit on--handsome man or no.

“You’re hilarious,” she said dead pan. “Now about those sweaters…”

He grinned again and then winked. Actually winked. “Hilarious?” he asked, stepping around the corner and gesturing for her to follow him. “I prefer dashing rapscallion, scoundrel.”

Her stomach did not swoop at the way he almost growled that last word. It didn’t!

The fact that she was totally lying to herself annoyed her more than every aspect of this ridiculous bet. “How about you be ‘shop owner who does his job and points the customer in the right direction’? Think you could manage that?”

The rest of Emma’s shopping experience went without a hitch. She grabbed the plainest Christmas sweater she could find--a simple powder blue v-neck covered tastefully with snowflakes.

Maybe Ruby would take pity on her and call her bet paid off if she wore this thing.

Probably not, but one never knew. It was the season of miracles, after all.

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The next morning, Killian opened the store as usual, taking a moment to be sure everything was ship-shape before unlocking the doors and turning the sign in the window to read “open”. He glanced over at his “ugly Christmas sweater” display and smiled wistfully to himself.

He’d spent a fair amount of the evening thinking about her, Emma Swan, her credit card had proclaimed. She was beautiful, aye, but there was more to it than that. Though their interaction had scarcely lasted a quarter of an hour, though their conversation had been relegated to Christmas sweaters and the bet that had forced her to purchase one, he had the strangest sense that they were the same deep down, that they were kindred souls.

He was utterly captivated by her.

Killian sighed as he turned on the cash register and checked his supply of cash in preparation for what would likely be another busy day. It was the first time he’d had any meaningful glimmer of interest in a woman since Milah’s death, and he was surprised at how nervous it had made him to interact with her. For probably the thousandth time since yesterday afternoon he mentally kicked himself for not getting her number.

A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets. Liam had told him that five hundred times if he’d told him once.

Well, there was no sense dwelling on it now. Emma Swan had walked out of his life when she walked out of his store, and there was no changing that.

Or so he thought.

Not a quarter of an hour after opening his doors, who should arrive, charging forth in all her wrathful glory than the lovely Miss Swan herself?

Killian grinned at her teasingly. “Back again, love? Couldn’t resist my dashing self, is it?”

She rolled her eyes. “You wish.”

He did. He really, really did.

“Well, Swan, what can I help you with this lovely morning?” he asked.

She looked surprised. “You remember my name?”

Killian chuckled and scratched behind his ear. “I never forget a face, and yours, love, is exceptionally beautiful.”

“Not your love,” she said, but Killian took note of the way her cheeks reddened at the simple endearment. “Anyway, I’m not here to flirt. I’m here for another sweater.”

“Another Christmas sweater?”

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “Apparently that blue one with the snowflakes I bought yesterday won’t fulfill my bet. Ruby told me it barely even fit the category. Got anything uglier for me?”

“You, darling are in luck,” Killian said. “Revenge just so happens to stock some of the ugliest ugly Christmas sweaters in the state.”

Today, after a fair bit more banter and pleasant small talk, she’d decided on a red, woolen zip-up cardigan. Featured prominently on the sweater were several applique snowmen playing musical instruments. It was...it was quite something.

“This is actually kind of perfect,” Emma said, trying it on and looking herself up and down in the floor length mirrored column next to the sweater display. “Definitely fits the category, plus it’s a cardigan. I can take it off after I’ve shown Ruby I actually wore it. I’ll just say I’m too hot or something.”

He grinned teasingly at her and wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner. “You certainly are, love.”

She laughed at that before removing the sweater and setting it on the counter to be rung up. “Do those exaggerated lines actually work on anyone?”

“You’d be surprised,” he answered. “At any rate, they seem to have served their purpose today. You seem to be leaving my establishment in better spirits than you entered it.”

She smiled. “I guess I am. Thanks, Killian.”

He inclined his head. “A lady in distress needs my assistance, and her wish is my command.”

She laughed again. “Alright, well I have to get to work.”

He rang her up and wished her a good day. Just before she stepped out the door, he called out to her again. She turned toward him.

“Any chance I might see you again?” he asked, feeling like a tongue-tied young lad with the lass he fancied.

“With Ruby being the way she is,” Emma said, “probably a really good chance I’ll be back.”

And so she had. She returned the next day, settling on a sweater bearing the visage of The Grinch, the day after, choosing one that depicted all twelve gifts from the famous song, the one after that in her own, colorful words, looked like Christmas exploded in woolen form.

Each day their conversations lasted longer, and each day he fell a little bit more for the lovely Miss Swan. He came to look forward to her visits every day with eager anticipation, mentally thanking whatever brilliant soul invented the “ugly Christmas sweater”.

On the fifth day, Killian managed to unearth a gem of such glittering ugliness and ostentation, he felt the need to pat himself on the back.

“Yep, that’s certainly a disaster,” Emma said grinning at the garment covered in a large Christmas tree, filled with ornaments and a banner along the bottom that read MERRY CHRISTMAS! In huge letters.

“Oh, but love, you haven’t even seen the best part,” Killian announced. “This particular sweater comes with a battery pack.”

She shot him a disbelieving look. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what exactly does the battery pack do.”

Instead of answering, he turned the device on. LED lights flashed in every tiny ornament on the sweater, and the MERRY CHRISTMAS! nearly had a strobe light effect.

Emma groaned before dissolving into laughter. “This is it. This is the ugly Christmas sweater of all ugly Christmas sweaters. If this doesn’t satisfy Ruby, I admit defeat.”

Killian watched her go that day with more than a little melancholy. What if that was the sweater that would do the trick? What if she didn’t return again?

He needn’t have worried. Emma Swan showed up at his door bright and early the next morning.

His heart leapt at the sight of her. He’d fallen hard and fast for this woman, and he saw no likelihood that would change any time soon.

“What? Even the monstrosity with the flickering lights didn’t satisfy the demanding Miss Lucas?” Killian asked by way of greeting.

Emma laughed. “Oh it did,” Emma assured. “I think I actually managed to render her speechless with that one. It’s just...well my bet was for a different sweater every day until Christmas, and I’m a woman of my word.”

And for that he was profoundly grateful.

So it continued. Each day she came in, each day she bought a sweater, and each day he fell a little bit more in love with her.

When Christmas Eve arrived, Killian noticed a change in Emma’s demeanor almost instantly. She looked...uncomfortable.

“Is something the matter Love?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“No,” she said, drawing out the syllable, “It’s just..well...I’m here to ask you out.”

Killian choked on the sip of coffee he’d just injudiciously taken. “Pardon?”

“Okay, first I have a little confession to make,” Emma said. “Remember that ridiculous sweater with the battery pack around day five or six?”

“Aye,” he said carefully.

“Well, after I wore that, Ruby actually released me from my bet,” she said, looking bashful. “She told me I’d fulfilled the spirit of it or something like that.”

Killian felt the smile creeping over his face. “And yet you continued coming in and making your purchases every day. Whatever for, darling?”

She tried to look stern. “Look, don’t make a bigger deal of it than it is, but, I don’t know. I kind of enjoyed our daily shopping sessions and conversations and all of that.”

His smile grew. “You enjoy my company!”

“Don’t let it go to that over-inflated ego of yours.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, making a cross-my-heart motion over his chest. “And for the record, I have greatly enjoyed our little...retail dalliances...quite a bit as well. Now what was that about asking me out?”

She suddenly looked bashful again. “So the sheriff’s department is throwing this Christmas bash and ugly sweater contest tonight, and I was hoping maybe you’d...I mean, I know it’s Christmas Eve, and people want to spend it with family, and I totally get it if you’re not interested or it’s not your thing or whatever, and don’t feel obligated, but I just thought--”

Killian leaned across the counter and kissed her. “Swan, I would like nothing better than to accompany you to your party. Just tell me when and where.”

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

Ruby watched Emma walk into the diner hand in hand with Killian Jones later that evening. She smiled broadly, reaching over to slap Graham’s arm as he sat beside her.

“Ow!” Graham groused. “What was that for?”

“Look!” Ruby said. “It worked! I told you it would work!”

Graham obediently followed her directions and then grinned. “I can’t believe you talked me into helping you rig that bet just to play matchmaker!”

“I told you!” she said again. “Didn’t I tell you? I knew Killian would be perfect for Emma. She just needed a little push.”

“That she did,” Graham said with a laugh. “Remind me to never doubt you again.”

They watched for a moment as Emma looped her arms around Killian’s neck and the two began swaying gently to the music that was playing.

Who would have known that an ugly Christmas sweater would lead to what was sure to become a romance for the ages?

NEXT CHAPTER->

#christmas reruns 2023 #cs fanfiction #captain swan christmas ff #my fanfiction #the twelve sweaters of christmas

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furiousgoldfish · 7 months

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Hey :) Anon from this post: https://furiousgoldfish.tumblr.com/post/713489488821862400/hey-hope-youre-having-a-good-day-today-or-at here. I wanna start this off by saying thank you for the response you gave, it really helped me a lot. I'm trying to come to terms with what I've gone through, and I've discovered that I may be some sort of dissociative system, which would likely explain the large gaps in my memory and lack of knowledge about my childhood.

Going through the list of potential reasons for my parents' treatment of me shifting, I definitely think it's a combination of the first (me getting closer to being an adult, I'm 20 now) and the third (getting opportunities to get away from home, I've got a partner who loves me (and is helping me with a plan to get out of here) and I've been pushing for more freedom to go out places, and I do keep bringing up the idea of me getting a job and/or my own place, which always provokes an...interesting reaction, certainly, which I do want to talk about here).

I feel like the physical abuse would've stopped around the time I turned 13, or maybe a couple of years before that, considering that that was when I start getting clearer, non-fragmented memories, and then a lot of the verbal and emotional stuff (at least, the obvious stuff that I could easily pick up on) stopped at the start of 2020, when I started talking more about how I was excited to start learning to drive (I was 16, soon to be turning 17, and I'd always been told I couldn't start learning to drive until I was 17)

With your description of the narcissistic split between kids, with one being the golden child and the other being the scapegoat, that very much feels like what's happening with me. I've always felt like I was an outsider in my own family -- a memory recently surfaced from when I was 9 years old where I remember contemplating if I was secretly some sort of monster or alien pretending to be a human rather than actually being a human within the family, and I remember writing a song when I was 13 where one of the lines of the chorus was "someone's daughter on somebody else's family tree", and those are just two of the instances I can recall.

I'm not sure if I'm discriminated against for a disability -- my brother's autistic, something that was always brought up by my parents, and while I am in the middle of getting screened for autism myself I don't know why they'd discriminate against me for autism but not him? -- but I do know that my brother's always been very talented when it comes to music and coding, and while I do have a few talents myself (I do art, I write, I used to be in an acting club for a few years) I only feel like my parents care about me when I'm doing something they can be proud of? Meanwhile my brother seems to be cared about all the time, even when he's angry, even when he's stolen from me, even when he does things like delete all my save data on video games. I suppose that would tie in with what you said about how the golden child can always get away with bullying the scapegoat, but it still sucks.

Regarding the...interesting...response I would get from my parents (well, really only my mother, I've never talked to my father about this) about getting a job and moving out -- whenever I have, my mother will always bring up how I ended up quitting my last job due to stress (I was 15 at the time, and working in a busy cafe, as well as trying to deal with everything at home, is it any surprise?) and how my sister tried moving out and had to move back home, and it honestly just feels like she's trying to scare(?) me into abandoning the idea under the belief that I'm not capable of doing it? Even when I've brought up the idea of trying to get some sort of online work so I wouldn't have to go out, she still seems to think I'd get too easily stressed out and/or overwhelmed by it. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I can't shake the idea that if I did manage to find something, she'd just try to sabotage me to "prove her point".

That, coupled with the fact that she's so controlling of where I can go as well -- she used to have a tracker on my phone that I had to fight to get taken off, I was never allowed to walk to/from school (when I was even still going there, I was pulled out when I was 9 because of my brother, which is another story) on my own as a kid like all the other kids did despite practically living next door to it, I never got to have sleepovers with friends (because "what if something happens with [brother] and we need to come and get you?" (which, um, do I look like his fucking caretaker? Leave me out of his shit please) and later on my tendency to get homesick was weaponized against me (which, gee, wonder if that'd've been an issue if I could've gotten to have sleepovers with my friends as a kid)), and a few months back I had to fight to even be allowed out of the house to go for short walks around the neighborhood on my own? As an at-the-time 19 year old, so, a legal adult? When our neighborhood is pretty safe and quiet? And the reasoning she always gives is "what if something happens to you?" which...well, considering that a few of the suspected alters appear to me as inmates in a prison, I think speaks volumes about how I feel about all of this treatment.

I suppose I want to close this out with a question of sorts here, relating to your post about abusive parents separating kids from human rights -- number 10 on that list is "They threaten you with court, institutions and government", and it reminded me of how as a kid, if ever I was crying too loud or screaming or yelling, I was always told to keep it down in case the neighbors called CPS (well, my country's equivalent anyways), it was always framed that if CPS were called for then they'd come and take me away, that I wouldn't get to keep any of the things that my parents got for me, that I'd be sent to live with strangers, it was always made out as this extremely bad, extremely scary thing that had to be Avoided At All Costs because We're Not Abusive But If You Don't Shut Up The Neighbors Will Think We Are, and...I suppose I'm just trying to figure out if that falls into that category? I've just been very confused about it ever since I recalled it, and I can't figure out how I'm supposed to even interpret it, let alone feel about it.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, hope you have a good day :)

(🌟) (signing off so I can better identify the ask later)

Hey thanks for coming back and giving me feedback about the reply!

I'll respond to your question first: Yes, it does fall into that category, and I've been told the exact same things. My things will be taken away, I'll be sent off to live in a place of poverty with strangers where I will not be allowed to own anything and I won't have my own room, they would describe it as the worst possible thing that could happen to me and instruct me how to act so I would not get taken away. And of course when you're a child, you believe that and act like they tell you to, there's no way to know they're doing this to keep you in abuse.

it's really interesting how they all use almost identical tactics and it's only when we form a community and talk about these kinds of abuse and when they happen, that it makes sense and it becomes clear what they're trying to accomplish. I've been so scared of 'homes' for children all my childhood, only to find out later, that children raised there had way, and I mean WAY more things than I did, way more legal protection and their every need paid for. I could not have imagined that. (I don't know if it works like that in every country though, apparently in my country it does.)

It makes sense for the physical abuse to stop at the age 13, you're about to remember things very well at that age, and about to learn how to fight back. They do not want a child who resists them.

The separation of the scapegoat and the golden child is usually stronger than any talent you might have. No matter what you did, you'd always be the scapegoat. And yes they love to show off and get attention even if it is from the scapegoat's accomplishments, but it's unlikely they'll ever acknowledge it to you, or start valuing you for that. Narcissistic abusers need a scapegoat and to them, this need comes first, before any needs of a child. I'm so sorry you felt like an outsider, your song feels very powerful and cuts to the point. It really is like you're somebody else's child, intruding into that house.

From what you're describing your mother is very set on discouraging you from getting a job, or even outright sabotaging you, attacking your confidence and making it clear that she doesn't think you can do it. She's also insisting you should exist only as a convenience and resource for the rest of them. She's doing those things because she's scared of you succeeding and getting free, then you could talk about the abuse freely, and they could do nothing to you. I'm so glad you have a partner and a possibility of escape, I hope you make it, and manage to distance yourself completely from parents who treated you so unfairly and cruelly.

I'm sorry about the dissociative symptoms, it's definitely worth looking further into that, lost memories, being unable to put events together, these are dissociative symptoms. Here's a link where you can read more about the symptoms and see if anything clicks. (it's just for dissociative disorders in general, not DID, if you think you have DID or OSDD, look for more resources please!)

#ask #narcissistic abuse #golden child #scapegoat #child abuse #narcissistic parents #trauma #escape sabotage #trying to cover up abuse

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Your DMs are always welcome, my dear. Ohh! I almost forgot! I have a prompt for you. Congrats on the followers! You deserve it 💕 I wanna do a fun sleepover too, really soon.

Could I possibly request Eddie with an alt/punk girlfriend? I don't usually see a whole lot of Punk!Reader and it would make my week. Something fluffy and fun, no pressure.

Omg, this took forever and I’m so so so sorry 😭 please forgive me. I hope this is good, and makes sense.

For Want Of

Summary: Punkrocker Tara is in love with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie x Punk/Alt!Fem Reader

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, this is a fluff piece, angst (if you squint), mutual pining, minor drug use and drinking (typical teen shit), let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 4166 words

Alarm clock blaring, record player left in the final stages of playing last nights record, and the person sized lump on the bed under the covers. This was how Tara’s mother found her in the morning on this particular Friday morning. “Tara, I swear to Jesus himself if you do not get out of bed this minute, you’re losing car privileges this weekend and you will not be able to go hang out with your little friends. You’ll be forced to clean out the garage with your father.” A cigarette dangled from her mothers thin, pursed lips her fake attempt at being a good mother was such a lie. She was only mad that her stupid church friends heard that her only daughter was out at all hours of the night hanging out with other teens who dressed like she did: coloured hair, dark makeup and listening to Misfits on full blast while driving the streets of Hawkins, Indiana. But most of all her mother hated hearing she’d been seen talking to and being around a one Eddie Munson. He was a drug dealer, a cult leader, and he listened to “that God awful music” as her mother put it.

“Will you lower your fucking voice? I heard you the first time you bellowed at me like an hour ago. Fucks sake.” Her voice draped in sleep, mascara and eyeliner smudged and giving her the raccoon look. Tara pushed the blankets back and slid into her jeans and pulled a Ramones shirt over her head - not bothering with a bra.

Jonathan was already waiting outside for her, mug of coffee in hand for her to drink while they drove to pick up Robin, his little brother Will in the back seat, his newest companion guide for his game night with his friends in hand, he didn’t even notice her sliding into the front seat. “So, is today the day? Or are you never gonna tell him? I mean Graduation is coming up quick, and you’re not gonna be here forever,” He asked her, he’d known she’d had a thing for the town drug dealer for ages but never worked up the courage. Sure she could throw down with assholes who grabbed her ass but Munsons’ chocolate eyes just made her stomach do flips. Her arm reached across the front seat and she shoved her best friend.

“Shut it, Byers. What about you and Wheeler? You guys gonna cut the shit and finally figure out your college bull? Or are you just gonna pretend that you still haven’t gotten your rejection letter to Emerson?” He shot her a nasty look, but it softened when he saw she was just poking fun at him, she laughed teasingly an scooped her hair into a bun.

They secured Robin who was all giggles about this girl Vickie and she loved how happy her friend was, being yourself was hard in this town but the three of them did their best to never hide their true selves around each other. It just sucked big time that the rest of the town didn’t subscribe to the same thoughts and feelings.

Tara had turned 18 in December, and while Eddie was still in high school he was a super senior, 19 going on 20. She’d liked him ever since she could remember, but it became more prevalent when he turned up to school when she was 13 and he 15, his buzzed hair grown out and dressed in a battle vest and leather with heavy metal band pins all over it. She herself had always been more into the punk scene. She’d seen the Clash in concert in Chicago with Jonathan and they were planning to she The Cramps this summer before she moved for college. But she could tolerate his music tastes, if only he paid her an ounce of attention aside from selling her dime bags here and there.

She’d gotten lost in her thoughts and wasn’t paying attention as they exited the car, “watch it freak I don’t want to catch whatever it is you have wrong with you.” Carol Perkins cackled and turned back towards her friends, brushing off pretend dirt as they walked away from the group. Tara flipped them all the middle finger and shoved her bag further up her shoulder. “Christ, you’d think she’d have levelled out after Wheeler smacked her when she made fun of her for dating you…” Tara muttered to Jonathan. Will had quickly gotten out of the car and was running towards his little nerd herd, the four of them colliding around Eddie and his friends, collectively they were the Hellfire Club, the only Dungeons and Dragons club in all of Hawkins and subsequently made them the butt of every joke, but Tara knew that after the years of trauma those kids had suffered they deserved too feel some happiness even if they were mocked behind their backs.

Robin nudged her back “can you go get us some weed for this weekend? I can’t get caught with it in my room again, my parents are already on edge after the last time.” There was a smile on her friends lips that said this was more than a transactionary meeting that would be happening.

A small huffing noise came from Taras throat. “Later. I’ll pop a note into his locker for a lunch meeting.”

Which she did, it was a folded triangle note with few words “Forest clearing. Lunch. -T” Eddie pocketed the note, grinning, Tara was his favourite customer, not only because she was a consistent buyer which made it possible to do upkeep on his van but also because she was a person who didn’t judge him, her being hot was just a bonus. And what Tara didn’t know is that he had a thing for her too, and she’d never noticed that he gave a deep discount on all her purchases. Hell, she could ask to walk on his back in her Docs and he’d say “yes please” and ask her to do it again.

Lunch rolled around and both parties were walking enthusiastically towards the meeting spot, Eddie, lunch box in hand and Tara, with her headphones on listening to a mix-tape that Byers had given her to check out.

She was walking head down and collided with something hard, but also soft, clearly a person. She took off her headset and yelled “Hey! Watch where the fuck you walk asshole!” But when she actually focused on who she was yelling at it her whole face went beet red, in fact if you’d placed her face next to an actual beetroot you wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between the two. It was Eddie. He’d been standing by the bench watching her walk towards him the whole time and when she smacked into him he lost it. His body was rocking back and forth with laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to compose himself, one of his ringed hands clutching the picnic table for stability.

“I’m so sorry, that was actually one the best things I’ve seen, T.” His voice slightly hoarse from laughing, “y-you just..and then…oh my god.” And he was off again.

Tara tried her hardest to be mad, but she couldn’t, it was funny, and the hard shell exterior she had always cracked a little when she was around Eddie. “Shuddup Munson…” she mumbled, her mouth in a smile, reaching to punch his arm lightly. “I’m supposed to be here buying weed, not making you piss yourself.”

He sat down and placed his elbow on the table, his lunchbox beside him, hand tucked under his chin, “ooo a woman serious about her business.. I love it” his eyes sparkled and watched her sit, clocking the fact that’s her chest jostled freely but focused on her face. “How much are we talking?” His nimble fingers opening the lunch box, gesturing to the nuggets inside.

“An eighth’ll do.. it’s for Robin, Jon and I for the weekend, we’re going to watch movies and play some pool at the Byers since their moms going to Hoppers this weekend,” he’d nodded and starting doling it out, it was like time slowed down and then sped up because before Tara knew it her mouth was speaking words and she couldn’t stop them from coming, “y-you should come too, Jon’s bringing Nancy and Robin will be bringing Vickie, I really don’t want to be playing pool on my own.” The blush had come back just as strong only now it was creeping down her neck and disappeared into her shirt. What was she doing? This was stupid. She told herself of course he didn’t wanna hang out with a bunch of 18 year olds.

“Sure, I mean, I’ve got nothing better to do, just running campaign tonight and then free all weekend.” She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but it didn’t seem like it. Her heart raced. “It’s on me since I’ll be there, don’t worry about paying me.” He handed her a bag that was clearly more than what she asked for and got up. “See you there, sweetheart” he called out, and disappeared into the trees back to his van to calm his nerves. He was basically going on a date with the girl he liked and he couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t even tell him when it was…” Tara couldn’t find him to tell him and she didn’t want to be late to class, since the teacher was friend of her mothers and she didn’t need more trouble before the weekend.

Saturday evening arrived faster than she thought it would. Bad Religions’ ‘We’re Only Gonna Die’ played on the speaker, Nancy was learning how to play pool with Vickie, Robin teaching both of them, Jonathan and Tara drinking a beer in the corner laughing every time one of them launched a cue ball off the table and had to get it. The air in the room was hazy with the smell of weed. Everyone was there, except Eddie, maybe he’d forgotten or maybe he just didn’t want to come after all. Besides why would he want to hang out with them when he could be hanging with his band mates or anyone else for that matter.

Eventually though, the windows lit up and at first everyone thought it was Joyce come back but then they heard Dio blaring from the vehicle and they knew it was definitely not Joyce. Tara went outside to meet Eddie, the air outside only slightly chillier than the house, plumes of smoke exiting behind her form.

“I see you guys started without me, it’s ok I brought extra provisions” he motioned to the bag of weed in his pocket and the beer in his hand. Eddie tucked his free arm into his pocket and tilted it towards Tara. With the high she was experiencing being full force she was more apt to be nice to him, and she took the elbow he extended.

“Didn’t think you were gonna come, Munson.” Her eyes were blissed out and a smile across her features, she led him into the house, showing him where to put his stuff before going to the makeshift game room that they’d thrown together for the festivities.

A low chuckle escaped his mouth and he leant down so only she could hear him “I’d never miss an opportunity to hang out with my favourite client, especially when she’s dressed like this” he spun her slowly so to not give her stomach a bad turn, she’d forgotten she’d put on a leather skirt and a lacy tank top with her army jacket, it wasn’t even intentional, at least not consciously anyways. The blush she experienced the prior afternoon returned. He was slowly breaking her when it came her to attitude that she’d come to have after idolizing Joan Jett, Eddie Munson, it was clear would be the death of her.

“Can it Eddie,” she told him laughing the whole time, “get your ass in there so I can beat you and Byers in a game.” He let her lead the way and Eddie was met with cheers, he set the beer down and laid out the weed for replenishment. Tara told Jonathan to go the table and set up a game for the three of you now that Robin and Vickie had vacated it, opting to sit in the living room and watch movies instead.

The game was progressing well, Tara was up by a couple points, ‘How Soon is Now’ was playing quietly, and she was swinging her hips to the beat, while she lined up her shot. Eddie was staring. Hard. Nancy was quietly talking to Jonathan something about wanting to go home so she could get some yearbook work in before Monday. Robin and Vickie were still in the living room. Jonathan told Tara and Eddie that he’d be back soon.

“Is this how you pictured your Saturday night, Munson? Hanging out with us listening to punk, playing pool?” She looked over her shoulder at him, a glazed look in her eyes but her mouth turned up in a smile, she’d never admit it but the air felt electric when it was just the two of them and the high made it better.

He grinned back “well, no, but I’m having fun and the view is amazing which is a bonus.” Eddie’d moved closer to her his hand next to hers on the pool table, his lanky frame towering over her smaller one, especially since she was slightly crouched from planning her next play.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was the few beers she ingested but the room was hazy, and even though she knew people were in the room next to theirs, they felt immensely alone, and they were never alone in any capacity apart from her buying. She straightened and stood up, in the soft warm lights of lamps and with the smoke swirling around him, Eddie looked entirely different. Ethereal almost. Her eyes darting around his face as she took him in. He was far different from his school persona, and his dealer one as well. Softer, but maybe it was the weed.

Eddie on the other hand was only high, he had to drive home so he hadn’t been drinking but he too was focused intently on her face. Tara was so very different from everyone, even himself, a metalhead. But he knew a lot of it was a mix of rebellion and self expression. Her parents were overbearing and hyper religious. And he’d definitely knew there was a softer side to her that she didn’t show unless she was among friends or alone. In public, she was brash, loud. In private she was kind, funny and cared deeply for her friends no matter what they were going through.

Finally when the game was finished, and she’d rightfully so kicked his ass the two of them made their way to the living room, Robin and Vickie had fallen asleep on the couch leaving only the recliner to sit on. Neither of them had the heart to wake the sleeping couple, Eddie was quietly insisting on sitting on the floor and Tara had to interject, “uh, no, I’m not watching…” she looked over the VHS box that he’d tossed to the ground, “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre in this chair alone, get your denim clad ass up here.”

Shaking his head back and forth in a self argument way he eventually climbed into the seat of the chair and Tara settled half on his thigh and half on the arm of the chair, Eddie swiped his arm behind her and put her wholly in his lap. “Don’t need your ass cheek falling asleep mid-movie.”

The two of them sat in silence, save for a few squeaks or soft ewws when something really gross happened. One particular scene when the teen girl was strung up and Leatherface was coming at her with his chainsaw Tara tucked her head into Eddie’s neck and out of instinct, he pressed his mouth to the top of her head and made sure to tell her when it was over. Butterflies had erupted everywhere in her body at this gesture, she still didn’t know if it was friendly or more. It didn’t really matter at this point.

Instead of lifting her head, she slid it so her face was forward, the movie was almost over and Tara was getting sleepy, the amount of weed she’d smoked and the beer she drank starting to weigh heavy on her senses in earnest. Eyes sliding shut, she fell into a not very restful but deep sleep, Eddie sat awake the whole time until the movie ended and then he too fell asleep, Tara’s body warmth the perfect blanket.

Loud voices woke everyone in the living room early, Robin and Vickie disentangled and tossed Tara look, both had their eyebrows raised. The only person still seemingly asleep was Eddie, Tara tried to undo his grip but it was too tight.

“HEY! EDDIES’ VAN IS HERE! Eddie I need help with my character” a voice rocketed through the house as the door opened, it was a one Dustin Henderson, and Munsons eyes flew open.

“Shit. Just a second Henderson, lemme go tame the beast.” He moved to get off the recliner and forgot Tara was minorly tethered to him, pulling her forward and then the two of them collapsing into a pile, Robin cackling, wiping the leftover eyeliner and mascara from her face as the two of them disengaged their limbs. Tara flipped Robin off but laughed along with her, the situation was really funny, only now her ass was bruised from the fall.

She stumbled to the kitchen, eyes bleary with sleep still, “Yo, Jonathan, is there any coff..ee?” Only the person in the kitchen wasn’t her best friend, it was Joyce and Hopper at the kitchen table both sipping their own mugs of dark coffee.

“Jonathan is in his room, but there’s plenty of coffee, dear.” Mrs Byers gave Tara a soft smile and nodded towards the coffee pot. Pouring herself a cup she stretched and cracked her back, the position shed laid in all night had caused her back to be sore, but she was well rested, she did have a good pillow after all.

Hopper cleared his throat “so…how long have you and…” he gestured to where Eddie had gone to fix his hair “…been a thing?” Tara shook her head and explained that they were just friends. “Didn’t seem like just friends the way you were clinging to each other like your life depended on it.” he chuckled as Tara high tailed it out of the kitchen to the respite of the living room where she in turn was grilled for the entire time Eddie was outside talking to the kids about the campaign.

Tara took a few days off from everyone, she needed a clear head about what had happened between her and Eddie, did he really like her or was he just being nice to her because she buys weed from him? On the third day, her bedroom phone rang continuously for two hours, but instead she turned up her music and just kept thinking, focusing on the what ifs of a relationship that didn’t technically exist yet, if ever.

Eventually the room darkened as did the outside, her record player turned down low so her parents didn’t come up and confiscate it. “I really need to find my own place, I’m old enough, besides I hate this wall color…” her parents had painted it in ‘soft salmon’ what ever the fuck that meant and they wouldn’t ever allow her to change it.

“I dunno about you but I like it.” Came a voice from behind her, startling Tara and causing her to fall sideways off her bed. “Fuck, shit, are you ok??” It was Eddie he hauled ass through the rest of her window and around her bed to check on her.

“What the actual fuck are you doing in here?! Are you trying to get shot at?! My dad has a rifle in the goddamned linen closet.” Tara was pissed, but it was wavering as he held onto her hand and waist as he helped her to a standing position.

His brow furrowed, “you weren’t answering your phone and I got worried, that maybe something happened or that you were mad. They told me they kinda interrogated you after that morning and that was why you left.” He looked so mad for Tara and she couldn’t stay mad forever. She just kind of nodded and sat down.

“It was part of it, but also, I just needed space, to…think y’know?” His hair shook as he nodded and joined her on the bed. His hand taking hold of hers, letting her know he was there for her. “I’m confused about what happened or I guess didn’t happen and I got into my head about it.”

The two of them sat in the emptiness of sound for a bit, the record ending and dead air was the background noise for a bit, both of them thinking, Eddie was the one who broke the silence first, “look, Tara, I like you ok? And I got mad at them for being so nosy, it was none of their business.” He shuffled closer on the bed, holding onto her hand like a life preserver. His eyes searching hers. Hopeful.

Tara’s mouth was dry, but there was a moment when she thought she was going to throw up, but she knew nothing would come up. This was the moment she’d been waiting for forever. Through all the teasing from her friends, through 5 years of stares. “I like you two Eddie,” Tara’s face a shade of maroon, Eddie’s beaming, neither of them had expected this result. Tara expected to go off to college and have to find someone else to be with.

A few seconds passed, Eddie broke the silence, “so, are you going to kiss me?” His lips turned up in a wry smile. Tara shook her head and leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Pressing a kiss his his full lips, Eddie’s arms found a way around her waist and this felt like home. Her own hands found a way up to his mess of curls, but before they could go any further Jonathan’s voice called out from the door.

“Fina-fucking-lly.” Him and Robin had shut eating grins on their faces, they were beyond happy for their friend. But most importantly they didn’t have to listen to her pining over him in the mornings anymore.

“Shut it.” She retorted, a smile plastered on her face, Eddie’s hidden since he was distracted by her neck but she could feel a smile of his own on her skin.

1986, it turned out was their year.

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rainbowfic · 8 months

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Today's prompt list is: Avocado

Theme: Music 1. The full moon is calling / The fever is high / And the wicked wind whispers / And moans - The Eagles: One Of These Nights

2. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune / Then the piper will lead us to reason / And a new day will dawn for those who stand long / And the forests will echo with laughter - Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin

3. All the people we used to know / They're an illusion to me now / Some are mathematicians / Some are carpenter's wives / Don't know how it all got started - Bob Dylan: Tangled Up In Blue

4. There's room at the top they are telling you still / But first you must learn how to smile as you kill / If you want to be like the folks on the hill - John Lennon: Working Class Hero

5. Heard the singers playin', how we cheered for more / The crowd had rushed together tryin' to keep warm / Still the rain kept pourin', fallin' on my ears / And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival: Who'll Stop The Rain

6. The exodus is here / The happy ones are near / Let's get together / Before we get much older - The Who: Baba O'Riley

7. Keep me in a daydream / keep me goin' strong / You don't wanna save me / sad is my song - Stevie Wonder: Superstition

8. But oh how it feels so real / Lying here with no one near / Only you and you can hear me / When I say softly, slowly - Elton John: Tiny Dancer

9. What'll you do when you get lonely / And nobody's waiting by your side? / You've been running and hiding much too long / You know it's just your foolish pride - Derek and the Dominos: Layla

10. Now she walks / through her sunken dream / To the seat with the clearest view / And she's hooked to the silver screen / But the film is a saddening bore / For she's lived it ten times or more / She could spit in the eyes of fools - David Bowie: Life On Mars

11. Then the door was open and the wind appeared / The candles blew then disappeared The curtains flew then he appeared / saying don't be afraid /Come on baby... and she had no fear - Blue Oyster Cult: (Don't Fear) The Reaper

12. Seeing her skin feeling silky smooth / Colour of cafe au lait / Made the savage beast inside / Roaring till it cried More, More, More / Now he's at home doing 9 to 5 /Living his brave life of lies - Patti Labelle: Lady Marmalade

13. This city desert makes you feel so cold / It's got so many people but it's got no soul / And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong / When you thought it held everything - Gerry Rafferty: Baker Street

14. Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions / I keep my visions to myself / It's only me / Who wants to wrap around your dreams and... /Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? - Fleetwood Mac: Dreams

15. Too hot, too greedy / How could you leave me / When I needed to possess you? / I hated you. I loved you, too. - Kate Bush: Wuthering Heights

16. There is no pain, you are receding /A distant ship smoke on the horizon / You are only coming through in waves / Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying - Pink Floyd: Comfortably Numb

17. Love is an angel disguised as lust / Here in our bed until the morning comes / Come on now try and understand / The way I feel under your command - Pattie Smith: Because the Night

18. But there are times that you feel you're part of the scenery / All the greenery is comin' down, boy / And then your wife seems to think you're part of the / furniture oh, it's peculiar, she used to be so nice - Supertramp: Take The Long Way Home

19. But what a fool believes he sees / No wise man has the power to reason away/ What seems to be / Is always better than nothing - The Doobie Brothers: What A Fool Believes

20. You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain - America: Horse With No Name

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writteninthesewalls28 · 3 months

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Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: Fourth chapter is here!

Warnings: none

Milly’s POV:

I stood there, for at least 5 minutes.

"Someone home?" My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I was scared it could eventually pound out of my body. However, I sometime started wandering around the house. Taking one step after another I looked into every single corner, taking everything in. I always had a good ability to remember random things, but I already knew, I will remember the look of this little nondescript house in the most likely darkest neighborhood in Adelaide for forever and never forget anything about its appearance. I thought the house was completely empty because every room I went through had absolutely no furniture, no drawings, no feeling of a family, of a home.

But then I entered a little room.

It wasn’t that different to the other 5 rooms I went through before, but I wouldn’t be Milly, if I didn’t notice the difference immediately.

My eyes directly swung to the 4 small pictures on the left wall. As I stepped a little closer, I could see what it was exactly. Ultrasound images.

I slowly walked over to the corner and stopped to tear one of the photos off and took a close look at it. You could definitely recognize the outline of a growing baby.

Is that me? Or do I have a sibling? The thought never went through my mind before. What if I have a sister or brother? With my huge family at home, I always thought, my biological parents definitely don’t have any other kids, but what if my thought was wrong the whole time? What if they did have other children before they gave me away?

Turning the photo in my hand around, gave me the answers to my silent questions.

Someone wrote something on there, and the text made my heart go crazy, I breathed uncontrollably.

"Welcome little Milly (10/20/1993)" Was the short but definitely meaningful text on the back. My eyes started to fill with tears. That was the proof, the proof I always hoped for, I would find someday. They loved me. They truly loved me.

Relieve and happiness flooded through my veins. The house may be empty, but their spirit still lives in here, it isn’t gone completely. I could feel it through these few pictures hanging on this wall. But why did they left the photos here when they decided to move away? Did they not care enough to take them with them?

A sudden mood change followed after the high of happiness. It changed to a slight confusion mixed up with an upcoming sadness. Yes, I indeed found a proof of my loving parents, who seem to care enough about me, to write something like that on the back of an ultrasound image, but it was bittersweet. They left them. Here, in the abandoned house in the abandoned neighborhood, as if they wanted to leave me behind too. To never even think about me again, the child they gave away. And that hurt.

Minutes later I sat in front of the house on the doorstep, looking at the 4 photos, still shocked and not able to handle the information I got today. Tears were streaming over my face and they didn’t seem to stop. I must’ve looked like a zombie with my mascara ruined and the eyes completely red from the crying. All I asked for, were answers, answers to the questions I kept in my mind for nearly 15 years now. And what did I get? Reasons, to ask even more questions. Why are they not living here anymore? Why are these ultrasound images on the wall? Why did they leave them in there? Why did they leave me? My last hope to finally get a few answers, were neighbors who eventually come home today and could maybe give me answers. So all I could do was wait. And get lost in my thoughts.

Calum’s POV:

He didn’t really focus on the admittedly romantic movie he put on the TV. His thoughts just couldn’t let go of Milly. He wondered what she was doing right now and what took her so long to get here. He wanted her here on the couch, sitting next to him, so he could wrap his arms around her tightly and tell her she can tell him everything, he won’t get angry at her. Never. But instead, he sat on the big sofa alone, not really knowing what exactly was happening as the cute couple on the screen finally kissed. Before he could press the 'replay' button on the remote, to rewatch this important scene, he got interrupted by his phone. The standard apple ringtone filled the living room with noise. Calum got his phone out of his pocket in his pants and saw Louis' caller ID. Trying not to panic too much, since this call could be about the fact that might’ve something happened to Milly, he answered the call.

"Hi Cal!" He heard a kind of anxious version of Milly’s bother’s voice at the other end.

"Hey Mate! Are you okay? You don’t sound so good…" He responded.

"Where’s Milly? And if you say, that she hasn’t talked to you, I swear I'll fly to Australia and-"

"Louis, I'm sorry, but I tried calling her about a hundred times now, she only said, she’s going to the Youth Welfare Office here in Adelaide. I have absolutely no idea when she’s gonna return." Calum tried calming down Louis on the phone.

He heard how he took deep breaths.

"If anything, do you hear me? If anything happens to her, I'm blaming it on you alright?" He sounded really angry, he's never seen him like that. "You should’ve tried stopping her from even starting to search for them, it’s only gonna hurt her." Louis continued without even giving Calum the chance to say something to that.

"Louis, I-" he tried calming him, but it didn’t work. He didn’t even notice him.

"It’s all your fault, I can’t reach out to her!" The man said. In the exact moment where Calum wanted to say something, he heard a loud crack and the telephone was taken away from Louis.

Louis' POV:

(Flackback to the time where Milly called him)

He hung up the phone and stared at it in disbelief. As nice as he was to his sister when she told him about wanting to find her parents, he was very worried. Worried, she’s not gonna be able to live with the truth. He was the oldest, he was supposed to protect them, he promised mum. He already lost Fiz, wasn’t able to protect her. He HAD to do better with Milly, he just had to. He covered his face in his hands and thought about all the different scenarios that could possibly happen when she searches for them. One worse than the other. Exactly at this moment, Louis husband Harry entered the music room, where all their guitars stood, in which Louis sat. "Oh, hey Lou…" He knew something was wrong, he always knew. Harry sat down next to him on the giant dark blue sofa and put an arm around his small waist.

"Okay, I assume something is going on with one of the sister and because you only react with being alone and staying silent when it’s about Milly, so I bet something is going wrong down there in Adelaide." He was still amazed by the way Harry could read him. No one will ever beat him in that. But Louis wasn’t ready to tell him yet, he first had to deal with it alone, Harry will understand that, he always did. But when will he be ready to talk about it?

Calum’s POV:

"Hey Cal.."

"Harry! Nice to hear your voice again!" Even though 5sos went on tour together with 1D back in 2013, they weren’t that close anymore. Only Niall sometimes visits them whenever he doesn’t have something to do.

"Listen, Lou is just kinda going crazy about this whole Milly-wants-to-find-her-parents thing, so when he saw her message this morning, he was extremely worried. When she didn’t answer as he was calling her, he just simply freaked out. I'm sorry that you had to experience that. I promise he didn’t mean any of the things he said" Talking to Harry always had something therapeutic, but this talk made Calum forget, he even had that conversation with Louis three minutes ago.

"Don’t worry. I get it, I'm very worried as well because it has been about 7 hours now without hearing anything from her and I have literally no idea where she could possibly be." He said, hoping he chose the right words to show Louis he cared about her just as much as he did. And that he was as worried as he was.

"Can you call Louis when she comes back? I'd guess, he wants to talk to her as soon as she’s with you again." Right when he wanted to respond, he heard someone unlocking the front door and opening it just seconds later. Only Milly can unlock doors this quick. It was a secret superpower of hers he noticed after 2 weeks of dating her as she broke into his dressing room 5 minutes before their London show.

"If you just stay on the phone for about 10 seconds, I guarantee you, he can talk to her." He said, eyes only located on the opening door.

#maddys fanfic

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nightki11er · 10 months

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So... I thought about my AU Seed of Chucky and that's what happened.

❗I don't assign someone else's AU to myself.❗

(Partially involved Au @fanficwriter284 and @asktherays).

Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray was born in the family of Rudolf and Sorcha Ray (you can learn more about these characters from @asktherays). when Chucky was a year old, his parents were killed by a killer that you could see in the series. He was sent to an orphanage. After 2 months, the boy found new parents - Peter and Elizabeth Ray. Charles turns 3 and his parents are killed by the same killer. The killer is shot by the cops, and the boy is taken to another shelter. After 2 years, he is again adopted by his new parents - Lucas and Mila Ray. Lucas and Mila also had their own son, Carolus, who was 5 years old in the same way. The boys quickly became friends, but their parents treated them very badly (you can learn more from @fanficwriter284). Charles is 8 years old, Lucas crashes the car, after which he himself dies, and the brothers go to different hospitals and undergo treatment there. After recovery, the boys are sent to an orphanage. Charles got the lie that his twin brother died in an accident, and the boy became even more withdrawn. A year later, he is adopted by a beautiful woman - Mary. She greatly influenced him and he loved her very much. Then he turns 15 and is kidnapped. When the boy was brought to the palace, he strongly resisted and asked to return him to his mother. Suddenly, King Albert and his wife, Viya, appeared from the door. The king and queen could not have children and they needed an heir. Chucky asked what was wrong with his mom, to which the thief replied that she had been killed. Charles could not come to terms with this for another year, but then he began to slowly recover. He, like all normal children, went to school and even before the royal family met Tiffany. I will tell you more about their relationship in another post. At the age of 19, Chucky learns that his mother Mary is in the hospital and he quickly rushed to the right address. He was crying with happiness that he saw her again and asked what happened to her. It turned out that she was living for the last day and could die any minute. Chucky tried to do something for her, was with her these minutes... But after 23 minutes, the device began to beep... Mary is dead. That evening, Charles suffered a heart attack and stroke at the same time and was taken to the hospital. A few weeks after the examination and treatment, he was discharged. The young man fell into depression and was extremely angry. Why her and not him. At the age of 20, Chucky experiences his first love. This love turns out to be Kyle, Andy's foster sister. He courted her, but she only pretended to love him, and she used him. After some time, she confesses this to him and they break up. Then he had another love with Sarah, then they broke up. At the age of 30, Chucky is killed by a cop and he transforms into a doll.Next, he tries to find his royal family and he succeeds.

❗CRINGE❗

Then Chucky falls in love with Jigsaw and they have two twin boys, but they die during childbirth (forgive me, but I do not know how!😐). After losing his two children, he tries to get rid of grief with the help of alcohol. And now Chucky turns 35 and he falls in love with Tiff. He doesn't know how it turns out, but you can't order your heart. He has been caring for her for 10 years and remembered his betrayal of her to Kyle. After these years, Tiff still forgives Chucky and he proposes to her. Hooray, the wedding! Phew, I think that's enough for today. If you want to know something else, then feel free to ask questions! @asktherays and @fanficwriter284, if you don't like it, then I can remove your AU from mine.

#My AU #Chucky #Tiffany #Jigsaw #Ethan #Rayan

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The second set of #AzemApril (I know it’s late). Didn’t finish all of it but will post the next set in a bit.

Link to Original

Set 1-10

Set 21-24

Day 11: Akademia

Theia has known Hythlodaeus and Hades since childhood. They even attended school together.

Gonna do a Fun Fact thing for Theia starting today. So... Fun Fact: Theia's visions weren't as severe as a child and usually had them only in dreams. It got 'worse' as he grew older which eventually led to keeping his eyes closed. He got this ability from his grandmother.

Day 12: Creation

Ever since his first concept was caged away in Pandæmonium, Theia creates small, innocuous, and out of the way concepts. They are broad in design and function.

Fun Fact: Theia does not put credit on the concepts and thus, many are ignorant of his involvement in their creation.

Day 13: Philia

Theia has a friend who only goes on adventures with him if he gives her gil. Their strange friendship is well known throughout Etheirys. Despite this, they are quite close, and Theia is seen hanging around her if Hades and Hythlodaeus aren't' available.

Fun Fact: Their shards, Prom (My Friend's Wol) and Batu (My Wol) still share the same relationship, with Batu paying Prom when he needs her help.

Day 14: Sheperd

Theia's parents last words before they left for the star. They had believed that Theia is fully capable of raising baby Themis on his own. Although he managed, he forever remains bitter towards his parents for 'abandoning' their infant son.

Fun Fact: Theia, although bitter towards his parents, never spoke ill of them in front of Themis. He wanted Themis to form his own opinions of their parents without outside bias. Although he did tell him of their departure for the star.

Day 15: Free Day

The first meeting between Hyperion, his wife, and Theia! They were traveling together (I like to think that some people like to go with Azem) and they got into a fight where Theia's mask breaks. Hyperion compliments his face and Theia turns bashful.

Fun Fact: It took Theia a few decades to realize his feelings towards Hyperion and to make their relationship official. Fortunately, Hyperion is known for her patience.

Day 16: Primal

Theia was asked to aid in the efforts for the summoning of Hydaelyn, but he wants nothing to do with it. He had lost his brother, friend, and two of his children to Zodiark. He wasn't willing to risk more. Theia partially transformed for them to relent.

Fun Fact: Theia knew of Venat's plan since the beginning but decided to do nothing. His reasoning? That nothing they do would 'change the future'.

Day 17: Favourite

The Booby is Theia's (and my) favorite bird. Hades is not amused.

Fun Fact: Theia mainly likes it because of their constant funny expression, not just the name.

Day 18: Ascian

A Witness to the sundering, Theia would be standing on the edge of delusion and lucidity. He has moments of clarity where he would do 'anything' to have his friends and family back but then would have moments where he would 'dream', where his family and friends would be alive and well. Thus, while Themis would lose his memory, Theia is losing his mind. Fortunately, Themis and Hades are capable of reigning him in.

Fun Fact: Theia would keep his eyes open in a vain attempt to find 'faster' solutions for the Rejoining and thus, tend to answer questions before they asked and speak of events before they occurred when encountering the Scions. This makes him hard to read.

Day 19: Ludus

Like Hades, Theia has known Hythlodaeus since childhood and the two have a very open relationship. They also tend to get into all kinds of mischief together.

Fun Fact: When they were kids, Hythlodaeus and Theia were always wanted for Seeking games, thanks to their sight abilities.

Day 20: Chains

Despite knowing each other for centuries, Lahabrea doesn't trust Theia alone in the Pandæmonium. He knows them well enough that he will sneak off when he has the chance.

Fun Fact: Lahabrea also does this to keep track of him in the Pandæmonium. There are many researchers who would like to get their hands on Theia for his seer like abilities.

Edit: I forgot they don't allow masks in Pandæmonium but eh, too lazy to fix it lol

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 4 months

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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 19: The Gingerbread Castle

Rating: G

Word Count: 1986

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This story was written for my “Christmas with Captain Swan” collection in 2020.

CS Genre: Neighbors AU

Killian Jones had been in love with Emma Swan since the moment she moved into the apartment across the hall three years ago. The day she’d moved in would stand out in his memory forever, like a pivotal moment in his life where everything suddenly stood still and came into focus.

It had been a snowy, bitterly cold day in early December. He’d been enjoying his morning cup of coffee while he read the newspaper when he heard a commotion out in the hallway. A commotion, and a string of language that would make a sailor blush.

Curious, Killian stepped outside to see a gorgeous blonde woman in a red leather, fleece-lined jacket struggling to drag a sofa down the hallway.

“You look as though you could use a hand, love,” he’d said, quickly moving to the opposite end of the couch and lifting it.

“What I could use,” she said through gritted teeth, “is for the idiot mover I hired to actually do his freaking job and bring my stuff into my apartment instead of dumping it at the building entrance and slinking away. Serves me right for picking a moving company called ‘Grumpy and Brothers’, I guess.”

Killian laughed as they maneuvered her couch through her doorway and then set it against the far wall under a set of windows. “Is that the company with the tagline ‘We whistle while we work’?”

Emma groaned, swiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. “Yep. That’s them. Anyway, next time you’re moving, pick a different moving company. Any different moving company. I guess I’m lucky I live on the ground floor, right? Can you imagine what a bitch it would have been dragging that thing up a flight of stairs?”

Killian groaned at the thought. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“I don’t want to put you out,” she said, hesitating. “It’s Saturday, after all. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Hadn’t a thing in the world to do today, save for finishing the decorating of my Christmas tree,” he assured. “I’d be happy to help my newest neighbor move in. My name is Killian Jones, by the way. I live in 109 across the hall.”

Emma shook the hand he extended to her, and just the touch of her hand against his sent a jolt of electricity through his system. Killian didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this meeting certainly had the feel of destiny. “Emma Swan,” she answered, “in 108, obviously.”

“Well, Swan,” he’d said, “I’m at your service.”

They’d spent the better part of the day together moving her in to her apartment, and Killian was surprised at how easy it had been to talk to her. It was as though they’d known each other all their lives. When the day came to an end, Emma had tried to pay him for his help, but he’d steadfastly refused any remuneration.

“It was my pleasure, love,” he’d insisted, quite sincerely. “I’ve enjoyed the company.”

They’d parted not long after that, and Killian went home buoyed by the hopes and dreams of years to come living less than ten feet from the woman who could very well be the woman of his dreams.

The next morning, Emma had knocked on his door around 10:00 am with a tin of Christmas cookies and the intention to return the favor.

“Since you spent your whole day helping me yesterday,” Emma said, “today I’m here to help you. It was your tree you were going to decorate yesterday, wasn’t it?”

It had been a pleasant, beautiful day spent decorating, watching Christmas movies and consuming an unconscionable amount of Christmas cookies.

They’d been fast friends ever since, rarely going a day without seeing each other. They’d been there for the good times…and the bad times.

Killian had known from the moment she introduced him that Neal Cassidy was not nearly good enough for her. Killian had supported her, trying to feign happiness for her when she told him she and Neal had started dating. When Neal cheated on her with a woman named Tamara six months later, Killian had been there for Emma, doing all in his power to help her heal her broken heart.

He’d longed to confess his feelings, longed to tell her he’d never treat her so badly, that he’d love and treasure her forever, but she wasn’t ready. She didn’t need a rebound. She needed a best friend, and so that’s what he was to her.

Aye, Killian had loved Emma since the day he met her, which was why when she showed up at his door at seven a.m. on the Saturday before Christmas looking agitated and asking for a favor, he’d agreed without hesitation, no questions asked.

“What’s troubling you, love?” He asked.

“I’ve got to make a gingerbread house,” she said. “It’s got to be from scratch, and it’s got to be the best gingerbread house to ever gingerbread.”

“That’s quite the tall order,” he said. “What precisely has brought on this culinary endeavor?”

She’d glanced aside then, and the pain on her face was unmistakable. Frowning, he turned her to him with a gentle hand to the side of her face. “Swan, what is it? You can tell me anything. You know that right?”

She closed her eyes for a moment and then looked up at him. “Storybrooke has this gingerbread house competition every year,” she said.

Killian nodded, remembering the day she’d told him about her hometown of Storybrooke and some of its quirkier traditions. “Aye, I recall you mentioning. I was under the impression you thought the contest was rather silly.”

“Well, yeah, it is,” she said, beginning to pace, “but…but this year Neal entered. Neal and his brand new fiancee, Tamara.”

Killian took a deep breath and slowly blew it out, feeling sympathy for her. “And you wish to challenge him.”

“Yeah,” she said in a small voice. “It’s just…I’ve wasted way too many tears on that son of a bitch. I just want to show him that I’m not, you know, pining after him or anything. He did me a favor showing me who he really is before things got too serious.”

“I quite agree,” Killian said with a decisive nod, “although I do wish you’d allowed me to put my fist through that bastard’s face after he cheated on you.”

She’d smiled at that. “Trust me, I was tempted,” she said, “but if I’d decided to take the high road and not punch him, I certainly wasn’t going to let my best friend risk an assault charge just to, I don’t know, defend my honor.”

“Still,” Killian said, “the offer stands. Give me the word, and I will gladly beat the fool to a bloody pulp.”

She’d stood on tiptoes then and kissed his cheek. He’d closed his eyes, savoring the gesture, wishing he could turn his head and turn the friendly gesture into a true kiss. Instead, he patted her shoulder. “At any rate, I am at your disposal, love. How can I help you win this contest.”

“Well, my first problem,” she said dryly, “is that I don’t have the first idea how to make gingerbread. My second problem is that I don’t have the slightest idea how to construct a house, so obviously I came to the best architect I know.”

Killian grinned. “I’m fairly certain I’m the only architect you know, love.”

“Still,” she said, “I’m pretty sure you’re the best out there.”

He felt his chest swell with pride at her compliment. It was always like this with her. She had always believed in him, and when she gave him her support, it made him feel invincible. “Swan, I promise you this. I will help you win this contest or I will perish in the attempt.”

She’d given him a stern look then. “Oh no you don’t. You aren’t allowed to ‘perish’, like ever. I really don’t know what I’d do without you, Killian.”

His smile turned tender, and he’d cupped her face, caressing her face with his thumb before he could rethink the gesture. “You’ll never have need to find out. Now, I propose we go all out. Why stop with a gingerbread house when we can build an entire gingerbread castle?”

It had taken them three days, but when Emma put the final gumdrop “rock” on the lowered drawbridge and they surveyed their completed work for the first time, Killian had to admit they’d done a damn good job. The castle was two feet tall with magnificent crenelated turrets on all four corners of the keep. It was surrounded by a curtain wall, and contained an inner bailey with two knights practicing their swordsmanship. (Killian had wanted to rig up a motor of some kind to make the two figures, made out of modelling chocolate, actually move, but Emma had insisted it was overkill).

It was magnificent if he did say so himself.

“Killian,” Emma said, stepping back, “I wanted to thank you for this, all of this. Not just helping me design and make the castle, but, you know, being there for me through everything.”

The lights of his Christmas tree flickered over her face, as he looked over at her, feeling like his heart would burst. “Neal Cassidy is a bloody fool, Emma,” he murmured, stepping up to her, and cupping her face in both hands. “Any man who would fail to see what an extraordinary woman you are doesn’t deserve you.”

She was silent for a long moment, looking intently at him, as though looking for a lie. After a moment, a single tear fell from her eye and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I think maybe I was the fool, Killian, to ever fall for him in the first place when…”

“When what?” he prompted.

“When I had the real deal, Mr. Right himself living right across the hall,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Killian felt his heart turn over at her admission. Was…was it possible that he’d been mistaken? Was it possible his feelings weren’t unrequited after all?

As though to answer his unasked question, Emma took the final step toward him, brought his head down to hers and kissed him as though her life depended on it.

The kiss went on and on. One kiss melting into two and three, and then they were engaged in a full blown make-out session on his couch.

“Will you come home with me this year?” she asked in a breathless voice when they finally came up for air.

“Of course,” he said, running a hand through her hair. “I have to witness our moment of triumph when our gingerbread castle wins the grand prize, after all.”

She grinned up at him. “That the only reason you said yes?”

He turned serious. “Swan, you know it’s not.”

“Good,” she said, “because I was kind of hoping I could introduce you to my parents as my boyfriend.”

He leaned over and kissed her again, couldn’t help it. That first kiss seemed to have opened the floodgates, and he suspected he’d never be able to get enough of this woman. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. “Nothing in this world would please me more than to go home with you as your boyfriend.”

They did, of course, win the grand prize in the gingerbread house contest. Killian suspected he would have found great joy in the disappointment and frustration and outright jealousy on Neal Cassidy’s face, but as it happened, he didn’t even see it.

He had eyes only for the woman who he hoped would be his present, his future and his everything.

Perhaps he ought to send Grumpy and Brothers a thank you. Turns out, their incompetence was the best thing that ever happened to him.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#christmas reruns 2023 #cs fanfiction #captain swan christmas ff #my fanfiction #the gingerbread castle

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julessworldd · 2 years

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heyyy I feel like this is a wierd ask so if you don't feel up to it that's totally fine but I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is quite childlike in how they act (or maybe just young young in age) and the band are like her brothers so she gets really upset when they have to leave but they come back and suprise her during the tour?

This is so cute anony! This is gonna be platonic, bc I’m making her 17 and the boys are like in the early twenties-mid. I don’t do underage with romance..

I had been on the streets since I was 14, my father beat me and my mother wasn’t around. He said i looked too much like “the bitch who left with him and a stupid kid behind”. One night, he passed out drunk so I packed what I could and busted out. Never seen him since that night.. 3 years on my own, I had to get a fake ID to rent my apartment up from the whiskey a go go.

Being on the strip, I’ve watched bands become huge and making millions. It’s a bittersweet, they grow and leave the strip for Europe. I met Duff when I was 15, working at a diner he stopped in. It was his first night in LA and was scraping by for his food. I let him crash at my place until he got onto his feet. Duff was the sweetest man, I had ever came in contact with and it scared the hell out of me. Thought men were only nice in movies because acting and they had to for the plot. Then I met Axl, he took me under his wing, understood what is like to have an abusive dad. Izzy came along, I have the biggest crush on him still. But nothing will ever happen since I’m a kid still. Slash and Steven were the best friends you could ever have. They’re family and the only thing I got it in life.

They were leaving for tour today for 3 months, the longest 3 months ever! I had made friends with Axl’s girlfriend, Erin but it wasn’t the same. “Please don’t go, Iz”, I said while burying my face into his chest. “I gotta go, I’m sorry bunny”, Izzy kissed my head. “Y/n, we’ll be back in no time, you know?” Slash said. “But I don’t want you guys to leave me again”, I whined. Izzy squeezed harder. Duff was hugging his girlfriend goodbye, Mandy smiled at me. She was nice and told me to call her if I needed anything.

“What’s wrong, peanut?”, Duff asked. “Do you really have to go, Duffy?”, I asked as I latched to see his chest. “Yes, we do. It’s our job, love”, Duff rubbed my back. I whined. “You know you’re not making this any easier on us? You’ll be able to come next time, I asked already”. “Really?” “Mhmm” I looked up at him, “Fine! I love you guys”. “Love you too” they all said and grinned. It had been 2 1/2 months since they were gone. I got to talk to them everyday or once a week, but it wasn’t the same. I couldn’t call or hang out with Mandy everyday. She was busy with her band as well.

“Hey Y/n, get ready! I wanna go to the movies, but I think you’ll like this one as well.”, Mandy said. “Okay give me 20” I put some black jean shorts and a white Cinderella crop top on. “Huh Mandy? The movie theater is the other way” “I didn’t say the one out here, honey”, Mandy continued to drive. “I think murdering me is gonna be a deal breaker for Duff”, I said as she parked. It was Izzy’s old house in Huntington Beach. “Amanda, why are we here? The boys are still on tour for another month”

Someone or something pecked on the window, “Fuck”, I turned around and seen Axl, he moved before I swung the door open. “Ax!” I jumped in his arms. “What are you doing?”, I asked. “Missed you kid” Axl squeezed me before sitting me back down. “I missed you too”, I got teary eyed. I left someone wrap their arms around me, hairy arms actually. Steven. I turned around and hugged him back. “Hi chipmunk.. missed me?”, Steven grinned. “You already know I did” Slash and Izzy had hugged me, ruffled my hair, teased me. Like the brothers they are to me. But Duff hadn’t hugged me or said hi to me.

There he was and all his big bird glory, eating Mandy’s face off. “Hey Big Bird! So much for missing me, asshole” I yelled, making the boys laugh and the couple separating. I crossed my arms, got a mean scold plastered as he walked up to me. “I’m sorry, Princess. Can I have a hug now?” Duff grinned. “No” “Whatd ya mean no? It was my idea to come see you and bring you back with us. God you’re such a child, Y/n!” Duff sighed, backing up a little. “Nice observation dumbass! Considering I’m 17 still. You’re the one pitching a bitch like you’re 8” i spat back. Duff rolled his eyes, “Just shut up and hug me damn!” I laughed as he embraced me. “I missed you big worm”, I said. The boys giggled. “Stop calling me that. I’m not wormy at all”, Duff whined. “Okay I’m sorry big worm” “Y/N!” Duff groaned, playfully pushing me to Izzy.

#duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #slash #steven adler #Axl rose #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader

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Hello, darling! Hope you're doing okay! ^^

Saw that you're wanting some Donnie requests and I'm here to deliver. 🤗

You've mentioned a Greek AU and I love that idea! I love Greek mythology, so I'm thinking that Donnie is a god who is fascinated with humans. I'm thinking that they could have the gods names. Like Leo could be Poseidon and Mikey could be Apollo. Or anything that matches their personalities. I like to give you free reins on this! ^^

Anyways, Donnie could (maybe) be Hades. Like the mythology, Donnie needs an heir like the rest of his brothers (who already have wives and children of their own) and went up to the surface. He soon met a woman and everything else will be on what you're wanting to do.

I really like the Greek AU and like to give some free rein on this. I'm not picky if is SFW or NFSW. It's whatever you're feeling and how long the story will be. I won't be surprised if this turned into a series (which I won't complain either). 🫠

I love your writing and stories, so I can't wait what you've came up with. 😘🙌🏻💜

Hello, this has been in my inbox for too long. I'm glad you gave me a free reign on the Greek AU and yes, I do have one so, I wanted to do something in it. I wanted to do this story for so long and until today I couldn't work my brain to write it down. Surprise to no one this is Karello. I didn't have enough steam to make it a series but I won't say no to asks about this AU and some future projects in it. Hope you enjoy this!

Short notes (more in to find on my Masterlist!):

Leo - patron god is Athena (has pet owl named Sofia)

Mikey (or here Angelo) - patron god is Dionysus.

Raph (or here Raf) - patron god is Ares (has a personal vendetta against Sofia)

Donnie (here Donato) - patron god is Hephaestus

Rating: M

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The Four Nights

It only could have happened when his brothers were visiting. Angelo, Leonárdos, and Rafail arrived in Lemnos for their birthday, or the day the gods chose them as their representatives. Why the brothers chose Don’s island this year was kind of beyond Donato’s understanding. He was in the middle of a big project, instructing the apprentices on how to not fuck it up when he heard Raf’s chariot arrive from Sparta. The giant horses pulling the chariot were black with red bridles and reins. Rafail’s signature colors. Ares’ herald.

“Don!” Raf bellowed. “Where are you!?”

Don sighed heavily, feeling his headache coming but descended the stairs of his workshop located next to the temple to greet his brother.

“Hello, brother. I hope you had safe travel?” He greeted Raf. The next second all air was squeezed out of his lungs by the bear hug.

“I haven’t seen you in a year!” Raf replied. “You’re still as tall as the Cyprus trees and just as thin! You need to come to Sparta, I’ll have you gain some more muscles.” He slapped Donnie’s arm, causing his younger brother to wince.

“I get plenty of work-out in the forge,” he said stepping back.

“Sure you do. Are others here?” Raf looked around, searching for Leon’s or Angelo’s chariots.

“No, you’re first to arrive,” Donnie informed him.

Raf grinned. “They both owe me 20 drachmae each.”

“Aww, man.” Both Donnie and Raf turned around hearing a voice behind them.

It was Angelo on his chariot pulled by wild panthers. Ride fit for the herald of Dionysus. The cats gracefully parked a bit away from Raf’s horses, eyeing them hungrily.

“I wanted to be first,” the youngest turtle said.

“You snooze, you lose little brother,” Raf told him.

Angelo dropped to the ground to hug his elder brothers. “So, I hope you haven’t started the party without me!”

“You know there is no party without you ever,” Donnie joked. “I was hoping you could actually set up the whole thing.”

“You know it!” Angelo grinned. “Leon’s not here?”

“Nope, our wisest brother is being tardy,” Raf said with all the self-satisfaction there was. “Speaking of, I hope you have my money.”

Angelo sighed defeated. “I hate when you win.”

“You must all be thirsty after the travel here. I’ll have servants bring you something to drink to the garden,” Donnie said and led them to the area of the temple complex designed for his guests. It was a beautiful garden with mosaic floor in geometrical shapes. There were beautiful white columns with vines climbing over them creating a natural roof over the stone chaise lounges. There were pillows and drapes placed on them to make them more comfortable.

“Brothers! I see you finally arrived!”

The three paused stumped seeing their eldest brother already spread on one of the benches, drinking from a cup and munching on some cheese.

“Leon! You bastard when did you get here!” Raf shouted, half angry at the possibility of losing the bet, half happy to see his brother.

Leo got up and straightened up his chiton. “About an hour ago. I heard Donnie was busy in the forge so I decided to wait here with Sofia.” He hugged Angelo and grabbed Raf’s hand in a firm greeting. “I believe you two owe me some money?”

Angelo giggled. “Raf has the cash.” He pointed to the red brute who cursing under his breath started counting the amount.

“Where’s the dumb bird anyway?” He handed the 100 drachmae to Leon and search the area for the owl.

“In the trees, taking a nap.”

While they were sorting their business out Don called on the servants to bring them more wine. He also had to keep Angelo from flirting with his staff. This would be a long day.

The celebration was going to last for about 3 days and 4 nights. Each for every brother. Starting with Donnie as the host. The cooks were preparing for the event for a week now but with Angelo present things started to move faster, if not more chaotic. Their swift, party-loving brother orchestrated everything with finesse and didn’t forget to flirt with everyone involved. He also stated he had a surprise for each brother.

The night has fallen and a giant campfire was started. Tables were set and overflowing with food for the human guests (mostly priests and dignitaries). Donnie as the host opened the ceremony with an offering for the gods and the patrons of the turtles. It was all going splendidly and Donnie wanted nothing more than to go back to his forge. Everyone was loud and getting drunker by a second. Angelo had a circle of potential bedmates before the first hour of the party passed. Raf was besting generals in arm wrestling by the 2nd hour and Leo was in a deep discussion with one of the kings. Donnie completely lost interest in the party and was thinking about how to escape when suddenly Angelo stood up and announced it was time for the presents. Everyone cheered. Donnie wanted to hide.

He needn’t have worried though as the gift from Angelo seemed to be rather simple. It was a goblet of a dark liquid and a platter of cookies.

“Dearest guests! This drink I present before you is a rare concoction!” The youngest brother always had a taste for drama. He bellowed the words walking around, his arms wide. “A drink that rejuvenates one's mind! Refreshes and chases away the sweet melodies Hypnos. I thought that who if not my most hardworking brother would appreciate it.” Angelo stood behind Donnie and leaned now. “Now, brother what you want to do is dip the sugar cookie in the drink cause it’s as bitter as Hades in spring,” he whispered the instruction. “But try it.”

Donnie frowned at his brother and did as told. His eyes widened. “Wow.”

“Good, huh?” Angelo grinned.

Donnie dared to take a sip of the drink on its own and was hit with a strong body of flavor. Yes, it was bitter but there were undertones…

“Thank you, brother, what is the name of it?” Don glanced at Angelo.

“Uuuuh… It’s a new thing I got from this one guy in Cush, he called it Kahua? Just don’t overdo it,” the youngest warned. “The guy said he once couldn’t sleep for 2 days straight and started seeing spiders, so.” he patted the birthday boy on the shoulders.

“Right.” Count on Angelo to bring something dubious to a party.

The next gift was a stack of scrolls from Leo and a new set of hammers from Raf. The dignitaries also left some presents but those would be opened later. Once this part was over, the partygoers returned to getting more drunk.

Donnie was about to get up and pretend to go for a walk. He was absolutely planning on returning to his forge and maybe having a nap. Suddenly there was a yell and a commotion occurred. Then one of the guest generals approached the table.

“Honoured Chosen of the Gods, there was a woman entering the temple’s forge!” He announced pushing a small woman in front of him.

Her skin was dark brown, and her thick, black, curly hair created a cloud on her head. She had a terrified sort of defiance painted on her face as she glared at the turtles. Donnie looked at her and couldn’t stop himself from thinking how beautiful she was. Like an angry dryad.

The turtles looked at each other. They knew what would happen to the girl if they didn’t think of something fast. Leon was the first to act.

“Angelo!” He said loudly, standing up. “You left our final gift unattended!”

Angelo looked at his eldest brother. “Rrrrright! Yeah!” He tsked and slapped his forehead. “Scatterbrained.” He jumped over the table and took the girl from the general.

“Uh, yeah, the gods decided to give our brother a bit of fun for tonight,” Raf suddenly piped in. “I told her to go to Donato’s bed chambers.”

“She appears to be Deaf,” the general pointed out confused.

“She was blessed by Athena to read and write,” Leo tossed in quickly. He looked at the girl who seemed to be following the movement of their mouths very intently with a deep squint. She nodded at him.

“And she was specifically chosen by Aphrodite,” Angelo added.

Donnie quickly looked to the fire in the middle to see if the gods decided to call them out on that bullshit. Nothing seemed to be happening. That’s good.

Angelo quickly called over servants and instructed them to get the girl to Donnie’s room. Crisis averted. The tension remained for a moment but everyone was drunk enough to soon forget the scandal and focus on congratulating Donnie on soon getting laid. Much to his own discomfort.

“Leo, what am I supposed to do with her,” he hissed to his eldest brother.

“Just hold onto her until the end of the celebration, after that, I’ll take her to Athens, toss her to Hestia’s temple. Plus you could try and you know.” Leo smirked over the edge of his cup. “Maybe she was here to seduce you in the first place?”

That would be so much worse. At least now he had an excuse to slip away from the party. He waited about half an hour to make sure all the humans were properly drunk and then made his escape. On his way to his bed chamber, he grabbed a piece of chalk and a tablet to write on.

As expected the girl was sitting on his bed, naked and freshly bathed. She had her knees pulled up and nails digging into her arms. She didn’t notice his entrance. Donnie sighed deeply.

He walked to the lamp and moved the tablet in front of it, making the light flicker, letting the girl know he was there. She jumped a little noticing it and pulled up the sheets over her.

Donnie noted that. He opted to sit on a chair, pulling it closer to the bed.

“Hello,” he wrote not sure what else to do. “What is your name?” He then handed her the tablet.

She looked surprised at him, not expecting that.

“I’m Kara.” She wrote back.

“Oh thank the Athena,” Donnie muttered under his breath. So this meant that Leo didn’t lie using the goddess’s name. The four brothers knew firsthand that the gods could be… temperamental.

And so a conversation began between Donie and Kara. He found out that she had snuck on a boat with one of the dignitaries from Athens. She was planning to steal from the forge or maybe find a job. She wasn’t sure. Her parents were citizens of Athens. Her father was an astronomer. When her parents discovered that she couldn’t hear instead of abandoning her, they told everyone she had died and moved to their property outside of Athens. Her father and mother taught her how to read and write so she could at least somewhat communicate with the world. Though they lost a bit of interest in her when her brother was born. When her father died, her mother had to remarry his cousin and thus she was abandoned for real this time.

She found a job as a weaver for a time but then her boss fell on hard times and eventually, she had no job. With no other option, she boarded the ship and here she was. Seemingly about to become a concubine to one of the Gods’ Chosen.

“I did entertain the idea of becoming a prostitute since men don’t really care if you talk back, but dying of some disease with a bunch of spawns sired by clients isn’t truly the ideal future for me,” she finished the tale.

That was interesting.

“Your father was an astronomer…” he mused out loud to himself. He wiped the slate clean and wrote: “Do you know any Math?”

“I know a lot. I would often spend time in my father’s study when he was away and my mother was busy. Especially after the birth of my brother. I’m a quick study and if you need anything I can help.” She returned the tablet and he blinked. Huh, she figured him out quickly.

There was something brilliant in her. A buzzing well of intelligence. Donnie was an intellectual, he looked at facts and always thought of himself as rational. He looked at skills rather than who came from where.

“Do you want to stay here and work with me?”

“I’d prefer that.”

He nodded. “Can you read lips?”

“When people speak slowly and the lights good then somewhat. I only got a few words when your brothers tried to save me. Thank you for that.”

Donnie smiled. He really wanted to talk more with her. “What did you learn from your father’s studies?”

They ended up discussing philosophy and sciences up to the early morning. Truly, Donnie decided this was the best birthday he ever had. He woke up at about noon with Kara sprawled on top of his chest and snoring lightly. Her mouth was open and she was drooling a little.

He stared a little. She was beautiful. And very soft against his body. And small. She was a good two feet shorter than him. He absolutely loved their conversation last night. She refused to let him sleep anywhere else for the sake of keeping appearances and in the light of the sun he didn’t regret it.

There was a short snorty snore and Kara opened her eyes. She looked at him and her eyes focused. Immediately she sat up in a slight panic. Donnie also sat up and touched her shoulder then gestured her to calm down. It was okay.

He got up and went to find a maid to bring Kara something to wear. The servants were in a rush cleaning and preparing everything for the 2nd night of the celebrations dedicated to Leo.

He found one servant and asked when she had time to bring a chiton to his room for Kara. Then he returned to the girl that was thrust into his hands.

This time they started swapping childhood stories. She was fascinated with how it was growing up around the gods. He told her of the eternal rivalry between Raf and Leon. How Angelo refused to eat his dinner because he hated some vegetable in it and hid the plate under his bed. Then he forgot about it and they only discovered the secret when it started to smell. She laughed at that and Donnie was charmed once more with her laughter.

In exchange she shared a few events in her life as well. How she would escape the servants at her house to climb trees and catch beetles in their backyard. Her mother would be furious with her but her father would only laugh, pulling sticks out of her hair then carrying her to show her the stars at night.

Donnie almost could see how this girl might have really been sent to him by Aphrodite.

"I wish for you to be able to converse with me without having to write," he said on their second day together.

Leon's party was a hit but everyone was gearing towards Raf's.

"I actually thought of that," she wrote back.

He looked at her curiously. She smiled brightly, eager to tell him her idea. "A special language for people like me."

He was even more curious. She then demonstrated. A language where words are demonstrated by a hand gesture. That was brilliant!

"Teach me." He wrote.

It was such a simple, yet complex concept! Leon would definitely want to get on it. Being representative of Athena and all.

They were so engrossed in it together that he completely lost track of time and Raf had to drag him to the party. And while he gladly celebrated his brother, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to go back to Kara.

<Tomorrow night,> he tried this new language when he finally was with her again. <It's last night.>

<The party?> She looked at him, happy how quickly he picked her idea up.

<Yes.>

Kara nodded. She took the tablet and wrote. "The people in the temple are talking and I think the guests are too."

"About what?"

"How instead of bedding me we just talk."

"How do you know?"

"One of your apprentices, he stumbled here a bit drunk and wrote it. That the servants keep changing clean sheets and that the general who found me might suggest you are rejecting 'the gift'."

He read the words carefully. It would be a problem.

"Does it bother you?"

"That we haven't done anything yet? Maybe a little? Like am I not your type? Can you even like be with someone?"

He snorted. "I think you are gorgeous. Insanely smart. And yes, I can, if my brothers are any indication."

He made a face thinking back to the many times he managed to walk in on Angelo who lived up to the reputation of Dionysus' favorite. Each time he wanted to remove his eyeballs from his head. Leo had a wife and he knew of a few extra steady partners of other genders back in Athens. Raf had just one partner in Sparta. Donnie was the last one. He didn't mind being alone. His work in Hephaestus' forge was taking a lot of his time and attention. He didn't have time to pay attention to the advances of the humans towards him. Well, that wasn't entirely true but some wounds are better not touched.

Kara read the tablet, then glanced at him. Then tossed the tablet aside and pulled him down to her. Her lips crashed over his. At first he was too shocked to react but then…

Her chiton was too easy to remove. Her skin was hot under his touch. Her stomach, her thighs. Her sopping wet core. She was so tight, so responsive. Gods, she was so good. He was so engrossed in her he didn't notice the nightfall. That Angelo came looking for him and left laughing. That the party went on without him.

The image of her on top of him, under him, all around him burned into his mind. They collapsed before sunrise. He swore he would leave the most generous offering to Aphrodite after tonight.

Kara, tired and somehow the happiest she has ever been snuggled to his side. She also thought that she should make some sort of offering.

#tmnt greek au #donnie x kara #donnie x oc #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt fanfiction #donatello x oc #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #eve scribbles

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