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frank1nsaint · 3 months

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Franklin Part 2.

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

After that day you spend a good amount of time trying to avoid Franklin and that was by simply not hanging out with Harmony. There was no way you could get tied up in Franklin not after you see how Melody turned out. It was like the man was a blackhole and everything seemed okay at one time and point until it didn’t and there was no going back. You keep your head down and only focus on the things that mattered, working, passing classes and getting the fuck outta south central.

You hear a knock on your door, you put down the book and open the door not thinking twice. You instantly regret it seeing Franklin standing in front of you.

“Hey!” you greet

“Hey Y/N”

“Whats up? you need something Harmony’s not here” you hoped and prayed that's why he was here so he could quickly leave

“Nah I came to see you,” he looks around, making sure no one was watching

“Oh why?” You ask

“Can I come in?” He asks

“OH! Yea Yea!” you move back quickly “shit sorry”

He smiles “it's cool” you watch him walk in he was tall, your 5’4 frame was nothing compared to his. And now that you had no heels on, the height difference was really apparent. He also looked bigger? Did he get swole in jail?

“Sooo what's up?” you comment wanting this to be over with as soon as possible. You hoped he wasn’t going to ask you to go on a drug run. Because no wasn’t an option for this man.

“I came to see you, see how you doing” he commented sitting by the bar stool in the kitchen

“Tasha know you here?” you ask wearily walking to the other side of the counter

He scoffed “why would I tell Tee I'm coming here?”

“Because after that party we got into it, and i'm not trying to “steal her man” from up under her so does she? I should call her” you go to grab the phone

“Girl hang up that phone” he commands

“Franklin, why are you here?” you ask again

“I just came to talk to you damn! is that a crime?”

“It is if you have a girlfriend!”

“I don’t, me and Tee aint a thing, never were never will be! Damn!”

You look at him in disbelief “Doesn’t seem that way the way you two be all over each other”

“Nah she's all over me, don’t get it twisted”

You roll your eyes “Whatever, what is it that I can get you Franklin?”

He smiles “how you been? What’s been going on with you?”

“Fine, how are you?” you answer curtly where was this conversation going, you hoped acting like a bitch would rub him the wrong way make him lose interest fast

“I’m doing good now” You roll your eyes, he chuckles “Damn why you so cold?”

“I’m not!” you roll your neck

“You are to me you be treating a nigga like I’m some beggar or shit!”

“I don’t!” you counter offended you didn’t you just wanted him to find other interests

“You do!” he argues

“Franklin” you open the fridge and pull out the lemonade you made recently

“Alright shit,” he throws his hands up “have dinner with me next weekend”

You look at him before responding “no”

“Why not?”

“Because you and Ta..”

He points his fingers at you “Don't you mention that girl!” he warns

You shrug “Okay well the answer still remains no”

“But why?”

“Why do you wanna go out with me? We don't even hang out!”

He smiles “You got a pretty smile, you smart as hell, there’s something about you and i wanna find out more” You give him a deadpan face, “come on what a guy gotta do to get you to go out with them?” You shrug in response because you honestly didn’t know either “Come on please”

“Here” you say handing him the lemonade

You look at him for a few moments still not saying anything weighing out your options, you could go out with him, and sabotage the date and then bam

“Y/N” he calls you bringing you out of your thoughts

“Yeaaa” you respond happily that you have a solution to your problem

“I would love to have dinner with you. May I please take you out to dinner?”

You continue to look at him a smile starting to form on your face. “Hmm?” He asks smiling

You look up at the ceiling then him take in a deep breath “Sure”

“That was it? I just had to ask you properly and shit” he asks in disbelief

“No that wasn’t it” you weren’t going to tell him about testing him seeing how he reacted to you saying no, a man like him you need to see if he had a hot temper,

He points behind him with his thumb “I just asked you out like a minute ago and you said no”

“No” you leaned in moving closer to his face “you commanded me to go out with you and i don’t do commands”

“Yes ma'am” he whispered looking at your lips then back at you, biting his lip

You straighten up “I wanna be home before midnight!” you add

“Yes ma'am!” he grins

“Where are we going?”

He stands up from his stool towering over you “Damn woman let me plan, i got this i'm a man after all!”

“Okay, man”

“I’ll be here by 7 we’ll have reservations for 8 you just worry about getting pretty for me”

You roll your eyes “okay.”

And bring that smile he says before opening the door to leave

You pull your lips in and nod trying to hide your smile. You hear him chuckle before leaving

You can’t help but replay Harmony’s comment, you had to live your life, one way you were gonna do that was by sabotaging the entire thing and the worst could happen was that he thought you were boring which actually could be to your advantage that way the men stop bugging you and so would Harmony.

You don’t say anything to Harmony but she finds out anyway, which made you suspect that Franklin went running his mouth.

“Why the fuck aint you tell me you and Franklin got a date?” she asks as she walks into the house

“Because I wanted to keep it private”

She rolls her eyes, “we’re best friends why aint you tell me?”

“Incase nothing came of this date you know like we decide to not date” you shrug

“Girl please” she rolls her eyes “and why wont it?” she takes a seat on the couch

You shrug “I dont know i’m just saying plus i’m not trying to hear it from Tasha again”

“You know damn well him and Tee didn’t have a thing”

“I know they fucked I know that and he was probably telling her the same shit he telling me now”

“He’s not.” she says

“How do you know?”

“I just do, if he approached you like he did Tasha you would have slapped that nigga”

“Wowwww okayyyy anyway I’m not tryna deal with his mama either”

She moves and sits next to you and wraps her arm around you pulling you in “How about we focus on right now and not the future, why not enjoy the moment for what it is and not ruin it by thinking about a future that might not happen. Hmm? How that sound?”

You sigh heavily “fine”

“So what you got to wear? This is so exciting!”

You shrug “i’ll find something”

She gives you a pointed look “Please dress up”

“I will”

“Good cuz i know how you like your jeans and shit”

You sigh “I will dress uuuup”

“Good!” she smiles

You smile back, you had actually planned to dress up but she gave you a good idea. Instead of waiting till dinner to sabotage why not start as soon as he arrives.

As planned Franklin showed up to your doorstep at 7pm you were expecting him to be late, you smirk to yourself, ready to carry out your plan.

“Hey!” you greet him as you open the door, in your usual jean, tee, sneaker combo

“Hey gorgeous!” he looks at your attire expecting you to be semi dressed “I got these for you" he says handing you the bouquet of flowers

“Okay Casanova” he laughs “thanks for these you didn’t have to”

“I wanted to” you smile in response and proceed to place the flowers in a vase “You came from the store or something?”

“No why?” He looks you up and down, this time making it obvious that he was analyzing you

“Here” you say handing him a glass of cold cola

He looks down at his watch “we still got sometime”

“For what?”

“Before we gotta leave for our date!”

“Oh! Yeaaaa” you look down and do your best to hide your smile, “i cant wear this?”

“No! I got on slacks and a button down” He motions to himself

You try not to laugh “oh i have nothing to wear Franklin, you told me to dress nice, this is nice no?”

He huffs “shit we can go to the mall” and he stops as he sees you trying to hide your smile “stop fucking playing with me and go change”

“I have nothing Franklin” you say a grin on your face

“Y/N I’m not fucking with you go change!”

You roll your eyes “you’re no fun”

“You got 30 minutes you better hurry up or i'm carrying you in the car no matter how you look” he warns

“Sir yes sir!”

You quickly change into the dress you had picked out, do your hair, dab makeup on your face, put your heels on and spray your perfume. You smile to yourself before walking out your room

“Okay I'm ready!" you say "with only 3 minutes to spare!”

He looks up at you and smiles “you look good”

“Thank you sergeant” you salute

You hear him groan and try to suppress your giggle. The rest of the night follows suit, you do your best to just irritate him to where he refuses to deal with you again.

“I got a question for you?”

“I’m ready” you comment as you two eat your sunday at Baskin Robbins (which y’all i looked into this 4 scoop ice cream 4 topping was only $2! Can’t even get a scoop now for $2. 😭)

“Why you trying to sabotage our date?”

He shocked you that’s for sure you weren’t expecting him to catch on “What are you talking about?" you feign ignorance

“You don't think I don’t know you tryna get under my skin?”

“Is it working?” you dig your spoon into the ice cream

He scoffs "No, in fact it's making me wanna see this thing through just to annoy you!" he looks at you intensely. You chuckle nervously in response “Come on, tell me why you trying to sabotage this?”

“I..” you blush “I don’t know Franklin, what if we are just too different” you look down at the sunday

“How you figure? I like to read too shit, i like to stay to myself too!” he moves his head to get your eye contact “hmm?”

You look up and then towards him you open your mouth to say something but can't think of a good reason

“Hmm?” He tilts his head

You shrug “I don’t really know your world, how could i be a good match? I mean like what if....”

He interrupts you “My world? What I do to make money has nothing to do with who I am in a romantic relationship” he states

You take in a spoon full of icecream to gather your thoughts “How do you figure?”

“Because one is business one is personal”

“And you dont think theres a potential conflict of interest?”

“How would there be?”

“You’re not two people”

“Nah but i do a damn good job compartmentalising when i'm with you its just that you and me, shit you aint seen me check my pager once and when i leave you and go handle business then thats what im doing”

You nod and remain silent thinking his explanation through

“What else you got?” he jokes grinning at you

“I... mm-mm” you shake your head

He leans in “Why don't you just admit that you scared!”

“I’m not!” you lean back

“Girl!” He pulls his lips to the side giving you the side eye “You be avoiding me, looking away, hiding when we in a party, you be waving and disappearing like you don’t want me to talk to you”

You pull in your lips, blushing, looking away

“What you scared for? You scared of me?”

“No," you look at him I’m not scared of you, if i was i wouldn’t be here”

“So what is it?”

“I just don’t wanna get caught up in the wrong person or thing so i just find it easier to focus on school, working, and staying outta some shit”

“So, you saying I’m the wrong person?”

“No, i’m saying that..” you feel the panic rise

He chuckles “I’m fuckin’ wit’chu girl i get it”

You release a sigh of relief.

“Thanks Franklin” you smile as you look up at him after opening the door. “I hope you had a good time”

He smiles “I did I wanna do it again, without you trying to sabotage”

“We can discuss that”

He smacks his lips “you gonna make me beg again?”

“No i meant we can talk about when the next date would be” you giggle

“Ahh cool cool.” you two remain silent as you look at each other he reaches over and rubs his hands up and down your arms “You got goosebumps”

“Yea is a little chilly tonight and you should get going its late”

He smirks “let me find out you care”

You roll your eyes, you place your hands on his cheeks softly before pulling him down. You kiss each cheek, before his lips “goodnight Franklin” you whisper

He returns a kiss to your forehead “goodnight gorgeous”

You watch him get in the car before closing the door. You can’t help but smile to yourself. Even though your plan to sabotage didn’t work out, you are glad you went out tonight. You feel giddy inside thinking about the night's events, how he held your hand, how he would bite his lip while you talked, how he stared at you. It felt like you were under a microscope from time to time, it all felt genuine.

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Say you’ll remember me / Once Upon A Time AU

Pairing: Snow & Charming, Nikolai & Amelia

Inspired by the episode Snow Fall, Season 1x03

Summary: While on a small school trip, one of the kids notices something similar in their book, as one of patients brings more than just a breath of fresh air to the tale.

Characters mentioned: Rochelle, Riley, George and Georgia, Alexander Hawkins, Belladonna and etc.

Note: Tittle is inspired by one of Taylor Swift’s song, can you guess which one?

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The woods were lower, trees were tall, rivers were flowing nicely and the morning was brightly painted darker green. Some trees were knock over the road, turning into stumps and sirens were racing across the path.

The royal carriage came to a point, stopping by the logs as close up near one of trees stood a man red leather and a larger made hat grinning. Once the carriage arrives, a women in a cherished red corset and long skirt stepped out as you could hear a man yelling from inside to return back to her seat but she refused to listen.

“Your majesty, it was chopped down.” Said the ride of the horse, “You should return back to your carriage or let us figure out another way.”

That was when the carriage was attack, as the man dropped down from the tree, snatching the bag with a set of jewels and raced off. The women gasps, watching the man go as she ran after him attacking him to the ground. He didn’t notice she was running after him from the horse.

They tackled one another, as he hover over her huffing and puffing. She looked up at him, titled her head seeing his hoodie fall off his forehead and hanging off his ear. She ended up with a cut on her left cheek.

“Do i know you from somewhere?” She asked underneath her breath.

“Possibly princess.” He replied with a light grin.

He leaped off the ground, grabbing her horse with a smirk and jumped onto the trusty steed. She stood up, ruffing dirt of her skirt and touched her cheek huffing.

“Wherever you are, i will find you!” She yelled, looking at her naked hand that held a smudge of blood from her chin.

~~~

It was quiet in Fighter-Town, but buzzing with movement it always felt on Friday nights. Inside Grandpa’s Diner, plenty of people seated eating, sharing drinks and or finding a quiet place to study. At one of the booths, Nikolai sat having dinner date with a nurse from the hospital.

He was trying to have a decent conversation with her, as he talked about work and life, wanting to have a simple set plan. The women was only half paying attention, as she was more focused on one of the waiters nodding every couple of moments.

He notice her eye-line.

Nikolai sighs with an eye roll, “A-are you even listening to anything I said?”

The nurse, Robins, looked back at him and nodded, “Y-yeah..you were talking about, um uh, work right...?”

“Not even close but yeah..sure, let’s go with that.”

“Sorry. A little distracted.”

“Mhmm..”

After a few short moments of speaking to one another, there was more of a friendly dynamic as the other didn’t even look interested at all. Melissa gave them both of the check, as Nikolai paid then walked out of the Diner grumbling how he couldn’t believe he listened go on a blind date with some girl.

As he was walking away, pulling down the hood of his jacket to notice the people of the town. He half smiled noticing couples and friends walking down the streets. On the edge of the sidewalk, he noticed a short haired brunette sitting down on the ground drinking a soda and looking at a crumbled newspaper.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, glancing over at him.

He was startled for a split second but regained his thoughts, “Oh? Uh, yeah..kinda in a tight spot. Appears like the room, I was renting raised the bill and realized I lied about my age..”

“You lied about your age?”

“Mhm hmm..looking for a place to crash now. Got a few days..”

“You got any friends here who can take you in?”

“I don’t think anyone here would want me in their home..and I don’t really got friends.”

Nikolai heard from a couple of people that Ethan, one of new towners, was staying at the Bed & Breakfast until he found an apartment. And from what he learned that it doesn’t seem like the other adults would let him in, he sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask his brother for help either.

He remembered hearing about the younger folk of the town, the teens and kids, talk among themselves. Saying there is a curse, he didn’t believe it whatsoever but thought it was cute they were bonding at least.

He hummed, “What about Belladonna? Maybe she was convinced her mother..”

He shake his head, “I would but she doesn’t seem like the invited for a sleepover kinda person.”

“And you don’t want to give the wrong impression.”

“Right. What you doing up so late?”

“I’m an artist, I tend to be a night owl more than most. And I uh, was out trying a date.”

He winced seeing his face, noticing from the looks of it, none of it went as planned. The older brunette scoffed and shake his head with a shrug muttering how it was a stupid blind date.

“Ah well, if true love was easy, everyone would do it.” Joshua repiled with a half smile.

This time Nikolai chuckled, “Oh definitely. You know..I do have a spear home if you..”

“Oh no, I would be intruding your privacy..”

“Hm uh..well if you like to ever come over for a warm cup of hot chocolate, my door is always open.”

“That…that sounds nice. Thanks.”

“Don’t stay out too late, you hear?”

Joshua roll his eyes, jokes with a mocking tone, “Sure thing dad.”

“Very funny.” Nikolai replied with a grin walking away with a nod, silently chuckling to himself.

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The following day, Riley and her friends were volunteering with their class at the hospital. Their teachers Rochelle, and her father Rick were watching over the group helping them hang banners. It was a nice thing to do, Rick lifted Riley up to pin a balloon to a wall.

Rochelle was helping a couple of other students, telling them to be careful and be kind. Some students were coloring, others were chatting with their friends and other hanging up decorations. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her son George entering a patients room as she watched for a moment.

The patient was asleep. George was more of the bookworm, curious about things and one to keep to himself. He hang out with his twin sister, Georgina, and Riley so he read about the story they keep gushing about. He thought it was dumb, that it was girl stuff when it come to fairytales, he was more into comic books like Iron Man and rest of The Avengers.

But as he found a quiet room to place a set of flowers in, the patient caught his eye, a Jane Doe, asleep. She held a scar above her right cheek, similar to the tales he heard his sister talk about. According to Georgina, their mother was Cinderella and that she was friends with all the other charcters in the book. He read too many comic books to know a thing or two about design.

But before he can take a further look—

“Honey?” Said his mother, Rochelle, leaning against the door, “We could really use your help.”

“I’m good.” He replied, glancing at the women, “Is Ms. Doe gonna be okay?”

“I hope so. No one has come to claim her yet but for as long as I can remember, she has been peaceful asleep. She always seemed like a kind soul to me, or so I think.”

“What’s wrong with her? She looks fine.”

“Well sometimes things happen, sweetie, like they fall unconscious and it’s hard not to know what happened.”

“You sure no one knows or claimed him yet?”

“Well, that I know of, not really. I sometimes come with friends on my rounds and they stop by watch if something happens.”

“And does something happen?”

“Nope. But I hope one day it something well.”

George gave his mother a soft smile, “You sure you don’t know her?”

Rochelle smiled, “I think I would remember if I did, come on we’re heading out for lunch soon.”

As soon as lunchtime hits, George went to talk with his sister and Riley about his newfound discover. Riley squealed and Georgina grinned, knowing they have to tell Belladonna and her friend she hasn’t met yet. Riley was thinking about the other people who might be interested in their tale, but then thought it was better to keep it between them. A few short hours later, Belladonna was dragging Joshua to the park bench where the others were bubbling with discovery.

Georgina couldn’t wait and split the beans on her twins newfound information as Riley pointed to the small hand drawn doodles of the characters. Belladonna listened and nodded as Joshua stayed curious humming to the news as he introduced himself to the twins.

“According to the little monsters, you’re mother is Snow White..or that’s least what i got from Georgina’s sentence.” Belladonna said, referring to the book.

Joshua nods looking at the nicely crafted hand drawn pieces as he tilted his head, “..that’s who she is? Guess Riley was dead on.”

Riley grinned, “Duh! I can sense it.”

Her brother held the book as Georgina added, “The scar is the same as Geo says. In the same place! You need to find her Prince Charming.”

“Who is the tattoo guy! Nik-Nik..” Riley said trying to pronounce his name correctly.

Joshua smiled and helped her with the name, “Nikolai. That’s her charming..my dad? Uh, telling your possible love is in the hospital won’t be as ideal. It can hurt someone..”

Belladonna heard what he said and thought about it, putting her detective skills to good use. To her, yes it was kinda insane what the others are saying and pretty risky cause the person might not believe it but the again, she risked being grounded to bring her biological father here.

After a moment she spoke up analyzing the idea, “..not unless you read to them. Studies show reading to a patient can held them with brain function and get the neurons to fire up again. It won’t be the worst thing if she at least woke up from her coma.”

Joshua shared a look with her, thinking about for a moment as she was correct and nodded smirking deciding it was worth a shot. He went to go ask find Nikolai working at the coffee shop nearby the grocery store, he confused him for a moment, he thought he was a tattoo artist. But then the man explained before he was working with peoples skin at his shop, he was serving coffee. So he likes to come over and help out his fellow old workers if they are understaffed.

He followed the man out of the coffee shop into his man area of expertise, trying to explain the idea. He started to lean inside the exact words he wanted to say until Nikolai broke into a confused almost awkward chuckle and said, “You want me to read to a coma patient?”

“Yeah pretty much.” Joshua repiled, taking a seat in one of chair inside the shop watching the man clean his tools, “According to Belladonna, and she’s right, that reading will help her wake up. Maybe something will click.”

“She’s not right, I’ll give you that. Uh, out of curiosity, who do you kids think she was in your little book?”

“I uh..”

“Come on, I’m friends with the town’s parents. I heard Rochelle talking my ear off about her daughter’s cute stories while I was piercing her ear.”

“…uh, we..they think that she is Snow White.”

“And…I’m the..Prince Charming..? Well damn..I haven’t seen the girl yet, okay I’ll play, is she pretty?”

“You’ll have to see for yourself then.”

A couple of short hours later, Nikolai sat down in front of the girls bed with a storybook opening the tale. He took in her features, from her long dark brown hair to her lighter skin tone in the lights of the room. Not half bad, he thought to himself…

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…in the lowly dark cave, the man collected his items among them being a small bottle of black dust as he smirked, putting on his sleek hat and walked out into the greenery and snow of the forest. After only a mere couple of steps, he was tossed up into a net as he shouted and snarled, quickly reaching for his dagger to cut himself out.

Then he heard. He whipped his head around to see a fair young lady, in cream almost pure white skirt and a corset to match, her hair was shorter as she stepped forward giggling. Her lips were as blushing red as her skin blended nicely within the scenery.

“I told you I’ll find you.” She said looking up at the net with a smile, “Whatever you do, I’ll find you.”

“Is this the only way you can catch a man? By entrapping him?” He replied with a light glare, using his dagger to point at her.

“The only way to find thieves like yourself. I am impressed by your work, though.”

He leaned forward as he smirked, “Well are you real darling princess?”

“I have a name you know..” She replied, crossing her arms.

“Don’t care, surprisingly, darling princess suit you. Now, cut me down, princess!”

“I’ll release you when you give me back my jewels.”

“You don’t look like the jewelry type, I’ve noticed.”

“Ar-what’s that supposed to mean? Are you insulting me?”

“Oh no, how dare i insult a princess? But then again, you don’t look like one.”

Charming smirked, watching her face turn to smile to a confused frown, as if he got under his skin. He has been around royalty enough to know a princess when he sees one, and her, she was no princess. Or least not like the ones he has encountered before, due to the fact that she went to find him and not a knight.

“I sold them.” He added for good measure, as his smirk grew seeing her face narrow down.

“What?” She asked, as her eyes narrowed not believing what he said and glared, “You’re lying.”

“Nope, i ain’t. Why do you care princess, don’t you have a little ol’ castle filled with them?”

“Theses were special. The jewels in there belonged to someone very important to me, they were a gift for my—”

“The nerdy asshole with the bad attitude, that’s what this is all about? Oh darling, you can do better.”

“..i’m his fiancé..well sorta..”

He snorted loudly, “Good luck, hell i’m a better option than him. You must be getting something impressive to agree to that marriage.”

“If you only knew..” She repiled with a sigh, “Look, it’s complicated enough, that i was picked out for the job but still..”

“Let me guess, he doesn’t want you either but you’re doing it for the good of your little kingdom. It’s cute, but seems like a last stitch effort to avoid war and you came all this way for your jewels back to—”

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay, I get it! Please, take me to where you sold them and get my stuff back.”

He shook his head a couple of time tell her that he won’t do it. There is nothing that would get it to do it. That was when she pulled out a scroll that showed his name, Prince Charming—Nikolai Morozov—wanted for treason and thievery agonist the The Dark Prince.

“So what would it be, sweetheart?” She asked with a smile.

He responded with a grunt and sighed, being impressed by her. He shook his head and agreed to take her.

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Soon they were on their merry way, crossing the path fill with some ice and snow, due to the recent fall the path few week. Charming took her hand, crossing a log carefully to not let her slip as Snow stayed close watching for any creatures nearby. It was a decent walk, making small talk as they did, throwing in a little comment here and there.

Charming asked, “So what’s your deal?”

“My deal? Your the one who who is wanted for stealing.” She replied, with a chuckle.

“Yeah well, it’s more than that.”

“Yeah? What made you look bad against the prince?”

“I was born.”

“Oh..sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. He’s just jealous, i guess.”

“Why do i feel like those posters are lies then?”

“Because they are. He says i ruined his life, that I was useless and untrustworthy.”

“You don’t seem useless or untrustworthy to me..yet.” She added smiling, a rather kinder one.

He paused for a moment hearing that bit, letting a smile reach his lips and nodded, “T-thank you. So how did the darling princess end up in this position huh?”

“Long story short, I was sorta hand picked by the prince. I tried to say no after seeing my friend’s sad look on her face..”

“Oh jeez. Why didn’t you? You could’ve said something.”

“It wasn’t the prince who picked but the king. His father, that prince, his name is Fitz loves my friend Jemma, but his father didn’t notice. Now i’m posing as his bride to cover up their romantic relationship.”

“That is..rather kind of you. Taking the time to do that.”

“Thank you. It’s why i need my jewels back, inside is a bracelet.”

“And the chain? I saw a chain with what looks to be a ring in there.”

“My mothers..it belonged to my parents.”

As the two of them made their way, the pair keep talking sharing a couple of laughs and be careful among the woods. They stopped to food and water, Nikolai tried to escape the girl but ended up being chased by 2 Dark Knights, as he used his sword to try and fight him. He was able to take one down easily with a blast of his shadow and his sword. He was dead within a matter of minutes. The other came out of nowhere starling him, fighting him the best he could when a arrow came into the knight’s back.

Out of breath he blinked, “T-thank you. W-why did you—i could’ve handled that. You didn’t have to come and help.”

“Well you ran off and i saw the black horses. I decided to help you.” She repiled with a little smile, shrugging.

“But why? You could’ve ran.”

“It was a good thing to do, i guess.”

They ended in at a troll bridge, 2 trolls came up asking him what exactly did the young prince want. He explained he wanted the jewelry back and he’ll return the money, holding out the coins. One troll was sniffling the girl weirdly, seeing her being seen as royalty by her jewelry. Charming tried to cover for her, saving she was nobody important.

But they didn’t believe him, as one of the troll held her back ready to hurt her as she shouted to let them go. They threw Charming’s bag on the ground along with his sword. Snow watched him being thrown back onto the ground then picked up kicked away. He was fighting one.

She was let go for a moment said sword to hit the troll telling him to run, as he nodded grabbing the pocket of jewelry then rushed off.

He thought she was behind him, looking over his shoulder to see her losing her grip and seemed more than tired. She lost the sword as it was on the ground. He looked at the pocket full of jewels, thinking on his feet as he smirked and pats his own pockets realizing he still had the dark dust.

Just as Snow thought she was toast, in came a gasping sword hitting one of the trolls as the creature turned around.

“Missed me?” Yelled Charming, as he took the dark dust into his hand and thrashed the troll away. He did the same with the others, before holding out a hand to lift the young girl from the ground. He gave her a gentle yet delightful smile.

She gladly took his hand, dusting off herself was still holding it, returning the lovely smile. She thanked him and asked, “Why come back for me?”

“It was the right thing to do.”

“You were right, those poster are all wrong.”

He picked up their things and lead out away from the troll bridge down the exact path they needed to be on. She blushed realizing she was still holding his hand as he grinned brightly at the moment, he rather liked it.

He realized he had to sadly see her go, returning the bag of jewelry to her. He noticed her open it and hold up a chain, with a tiny hoop that could’ve been mistake as a ring.

He grinned, “What’s that for?”

“For you.” She said, handing it over.

“I couldn’t possibly take it. It’s yours.”

“Yes but, you deserve something good for what you did.”

“I never got your name.”

“Some call me Snow White but others like to call me Amara...”

He repeated the names with a nod, “Amara and Snow..I sometimes get called Nicholas instead of Nikolai.”

She grinned this time, “Sir Nicholas..yet, rather Charming.”

“Charming?”

She shrugged playing it off cool as he chuckled, placing the necklace around his neck, bid her goodbye with a wink.

“Wait? Will i see you again?” She asked, shyly.

He thought about and nodded, “Yeah, we might. Hope to meet you here again soon, Snow.”

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…as Nikolai closed was about to finished reading the last couple of lines, he noticed the women, Jane Doe fingers twitch as if she was reaching out. His eyebrows raised and asked for a doctor, who came and check but the doctor responded that her status seems normal.

But he knew what he saw.

He walked out with a glare, not without a second look at the Jane Doe, running off to find the kids. Belladonna and Joshua was right.

The next day, he found Belladonna with Ethan sitting outside the Diner, explaining to them what exactly happened. Belladonna kept a neutral face as a small smile played on her lips meanwhile her father tried to understand what was going on, rolling his eyes.

His kid started to roll in the adults into her whole curse theory, asking if Nikolai believed in these tales as he got a semi-shrug in response, all he knew is that he helped in a odd way.

The trio entered the hospital after a couple of hours only to find Jane Doe went missing. Erik was there looking into it. Even worse, Nikolai found his older brother, Alexander, standing there asking what the heck is he doing here of all places. Belladonna eyed the man, suspicious of his role in this as she watched the brothers speak.

Ethan spoke up, “What is the mayor doing here?”

“I’m one of her emergency contact, Ms St. James’s mother brought her in a few short years ago, I offered to be on her list.” Alexander responded, glanced between the teen and both men.

“Of course Liane did. Well, she’s gone now, where do you think she would’ve gone?”

“As if I know, according to Sheriff Erik, she just left with no contact. I suggest you stay out of this, all of you.”

Nikolai scoffed, “You would like that, won’t you, Alex? Time is precious and if you’re not gonna help just leave. We both know you’re rather busy.”

Alexander looked at his brother, “Busy is not the word I would put it, I’m not going to argue with you right now. You want to play hero, go ahead.”

With that the man left as Belladonna’s eyes followed him out the double doors, whipping out her phone as she listened to the other’s talk.

Erik, Ethan and Nikolai talked trying to figure out how to go about this. Looking between rounds and security footage of the last 12 hours. They noticed that Jane Doe walked out alone, she was alright.

Ethan asked where did the others lead to, as Erik said, “The woods.”

Belladonna looked up from her phone hearing that last part, excusing herself to go home real quick, saying she got some homework to finalize. But what she really did was head back to home grabbing her copy of the book and finding Joshua to let him what happened.

Belladonna explained the story in full to Snow & Charming taking apart the lines to piece things together, as Joshua listening picking up any clues.

She figured it out before he did where Jane Doe was going, grabbing her flashlight and pepper spray. Joshua joked how they were gonna have to owe Riley and The Twins something like sweets for figuring out the story beforehand.

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Belladonna lead them into the woods, following the adults trail being quicker than most. Joshua wanted to ask how was she so good at this stuff but decided against it at how impressed he was. He caught her once before she could trip on a log and she thanked him for it.

After a while, Ethan looked over as he was following behind Nikolai and Erik as he noticed the teens.

His eyes widen, “What are you doing here?! Liane is kill me then you, then me again.”

“Relax. Here I know where she is.” She replied calmly, sharing a look with the young brunette.

Joshua got the hint as he added, “It’s right in the details on the story. It’s the bridge.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, “Well, fine, if I lose you both then it be both my fault. Keep walking and don’t break bone while we’re out here.”

The three of them followed the others, as Ethan and Erik found themselves near the tall trees that lead to a Toll Bridge. Before the kids and two men can say a word, Nikolai leaps across the lake to find the women on the ground nearby.

Nikolai and Ethan pulled whatever strength they had, get to Jane Doe laying upright. Erik without a second later, calls an ambulance as Ethan checks for anyone else that could have been near.

As Belladonna shine her flashlight and Joshua checks for any damage to her, it Nikolai who takes charge in bringing the women to wake up. As Joshua was doing started doing CPR, Nikolai did some mouth-to-mouth and as he pulled away, she came up for air.

“Oh, my God!” He said, cupping her face as if naturally pushing hair away from the girl’s face, “Hi there. You gave us all quite a scare.”

“You saved me..” She mutter.

“Do you know your name, sweetheart?”

“..no. Uh Mia…?”

“It’s okay, Mia.” He said, trying to reassure her, “You’re gonna be okay.”

“Thank you..”

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“Her name is Amelia Spencer.” Liane St. James explained to the group at the hospital. After the 4 of them found Amelia at the woods, she was brought in to get checked out. She continued, “I remember I found her outside the streets some time back but never found true legal documents for her until later. Alexander helped me with that part.”

Ethan shrugged, “Odd. You just found the legal paperwork now for this woman. Is she married? Somebody we can call?”

“She has a friend who lives here in the town, I can call her. But no she’s not married or anything for that matter.”

“But she entered the woods as if she was looking for something.”

Joshua cleared his throat to catch their attention, nodding for Belladonna to speak up, “Or someone. She woke up and was looking for someone.”

Liane sighed looking at her daughter, “Why were you in the woods anyway? It’s dangerous for you, both of you.”

“I can handle myself, Mom. And I wasn’t alone, I knew what I was doing.”

Ethan looked between both young ladies and nodded, “She was fine. I told her to go home but she rather focused on staying.”

Meanwhile, Nikolai looked at the clear doors that held Amelia Spencer who was being looked at by nurses and doctors. She seemed uncomfortable, but her gaze soften as she looked at him. A nurse was checking her pulse as a tiny hoop played on her middle finger.

He sighed giving her a soft smile, playing with the chain around his neck. He knew she was being taken cared of and that’s what mattered. For a split second he thought of the story he read to her hearing the muttering voice of the teens in the background about the situation.

Nikolai stood there for a few short moments listening to the others before deciding to leave the hospital. Not without looking over his shoulder to see Amelia gaze falling on him once again then back to the nurse.

Joshua looked pleased to hear he helped out today, even if it was something minor, a part of him started to wire the whole idea of the tales and the real world together. It was silly but a little cocky hope wasn’t the worst thing. He patted Belladonna on the shoulder as she gave him a tiny smile, before heading out of the hospital.

As he walked out of the medical wing and onto the streets, he saw Nikolai zipping on his coat. He gave him a soft smile, “Hey.”

“Hi.” He replied turning around to face the young brunette with a similar smile, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah. Uh, by any chance that room is still available?”

“Yeah, yeah it is. Let’s go home.”

Joshua nodded following him to the older dark brunette, listening to him talk about some small rules he will need to be followed. Nikolai lead the way, onto the streets on Fighter-Town to his home—their home.

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Ahh okay that’s what I got! Sorry if it was a long read 😅 This is one of my favorites so far, tell me what y’all think? ⚔️

Josh and Bella make quite a interesting team don’t you think? Idk it would be nice to possibly make them friends 🤷‍♀️

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I really wanted to make a small (sorta) animated icon for myself for Christmas and here she is! I'm super proud of how cute it came out ;A; especially the snow fall. I was so close to giving up on the snowfall, but after like 5 different tutorials, I finally feel like I got it and I'm glad I didn't give up!! ;A;

Please do NOT use this artwork. This includes, but limited to, tracing, recoloring, editing, and resubmitting. Thank you!

#christmas #pixel icon #lionsona #lioness #snow fall #christmas icon #icon #animated pixel icon

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(The only gif of Hen and Karen I could find during the Christmas episode.)

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

#Poem #Poetry #snow #Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening #Robert Frost #woods #forest #alone #horse #silence #snow fall #falling snow #snow gif #winter #poet

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🎄One Day until Christmas 🎄

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Snow Fall: The Avalanche at Tunnel Creek Commentary

Depicting the horrifying story of a group of skiers trapped in the center of a devastating avalanche in 2012.

"Each snowflake added to the depth, and each snowflake added to the weight. It might take a million snowflakes for a skier to notice the difference. It might take just one for a mountain to move."

The multimedia piece was written by John Branch – New York Times reporter. To effectively portray the tone and content, the article employs traditional written language available in all classic periodicals as well as various types of media.

traditional written language available in all classic periodicals, as well as various types of media. Audio samples, video, images, and automated animations are also employed and displayed over a sequence of three-dimensional maps.

These various media formats are employed as tools that assist the readers in further grasping the whole context of the incident – making the multimedia article less complicated.

What makes Snow Fall different from other publications?

Easy!

Establishes a great opener.

Snow Fall included a great illustration that allows the readers to have an initial thought about what the whole article is about. Also, putting more emphasis on the technicality of the text, the title itself, "Snow Fall," was written with sedateness. This sets the overall tone and establishes the entire story topic.

Reveals the power of description.

It gave life to the avalanche.

Telling a real story and making it realistic are two different things, with each having their own difficulties. However, John Branch didn’t step down from the challenge. Snow Fall (as mentioned earlier) tells the real-life story of skiers who faced a catastrophic incident as they were swallowed alive by the avalanche.

Branch didn’t miss using a great figurative speech in which he personified the Avalanche and

Portrayed it as "the enemy" of the story.

"…fresh, soft snow — instantly became the enemy."

How every event was paired with a description helped the readers a lot on how to picture the occurrence more accurately. Also, the way that the texts were verbalized like a novel tingles the mind of a novel reader like me. The use of a lot of similes and metaphors was highly appreciated.

Multimedia publication breakthrough

When we talk about multimedia publication, it means a publication that incorporates various kinds of media (photos, moving images, audio recording, etc.). John didn’t disappoint when he embedded a short video clip of the interview of Elyse Saugstad as she was "mummified" by the horrifying avalanche, a slideshow of photos (with corresponding relevant captions), moving pictures, and even a three-dimensional map.

Bonus: The character’s name, age, and title are embedded in a clickable link in the respective selection that they were mentioned. – A very smart way to include the audience in the life of the character beyond what is mentioned in the selection. To give the readers a sense of reality. Seeing the names with the included photo and identification makes it feel more authentic.

With the recognition received, the 2013 Pulitzer Prize in Feature Writing and a Peabody Award come with the inspiration it imparts to the future of news and magazine publication. A cross between the print and digital worlds of publication.

#Snow Fall #Multimedia Publication #Article Commentary #Avalanche #Tunnel Creek #John Branch #Ney York TImes

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Snow leopard cub vs pumpkin

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broken promises, part one

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coriolanus snow x fem!reader

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warning: none

summary: In Snow's world, only one thing mattered more than his family's reputation—you. But that was before he met Lucy Gray.

a/n: coryo is the type of person i sincerely hate and i'm glad that there are no such arrogant people in my life, who think they are better than others and who in crisis situations only care about themselves and to save their own arse. but at the same time i'm aware that young snow could be someone i'd catch a crush on at school. so why shouldn't i hate him even more?

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The problem with snow is its tendency to melt, mirroring the way we once thought our feelings would endure forever. Yet, shouldn't emotions, particularly those nestled in our hearts, last longer?

You had known Coriolanus since childhood, and your families had always been close. You had grown up together, surviving the hardships of the war-torn Capitol side by side, and now, in the post-war era, you were still inseparable. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you going above a simple friendship. Your connection ran deep, like the roots of the oldest trees in the Panem's forests.

Coriolanus was an intriguing character, a puzzle you had been solving together since you were children. He was the embodiment of Capitol charm, with his perfectly tailored suits, polished manners, and charismatic smile that could sway even the most skeptical of Capitol elites. But you knew that beneath that carefully constructed facade was a mind as sharp as a blade and a heart that carried the weight of his family's fallen reputation.

Yet, when he was with you, it was as if a different side of him emerged. The hard lines on his face softened, and his icy demeanor melted away. With you, he could be himself, unburdened by the expectations of Capitol society. It was a rare glimpse into the man behind the mask, and you cherished those moments even more than your favorite jasmine tea and the cat you found shortly after the war had ended.

You couldn't help but admire his intelligence, his quick wit, and his relentless determination to succeed in a world that often seemed stacked against him. His family's name might have been tarnished, but Coriolanus was determined to reclaim their lost glory. He was driven by a burning ambition that flickered like an eternal flame, and you were his unwavering support, the one who fanned that flame to keep it burning bright.

In your eyes, he was more than the sum of his flaws and ambitions. He was the boy you had shared secrets with under moonlit skies, the man who had held you when the world crumbled around you, and the person who knew you better than anyone else. With him, you felt safe, cherished, and loved in a way that no one else could replicate.

Your love for him was boundless, and you were content in the knowledge that you were his confidante, the one person he could be truly vulnerable with. Your relationship with Coriolanus was the envy of many in academy, a seemingly perfect match of two souls intertwined by fate and affection. You were the golden couple, a shining example of love and devotion in a world that often lacked both.

But you wished you had known sooner that it's often the things we love most that destroy us, as Coriolanus Snow's world was about to collide with that of a girl named Lucy Gray and you were not ready for it to happen.

As the day of the tribute's arrival approached, you had been by Coriolanus's side more than ever. The weeks leading up to this moment had been filled with your unwavering support. You had reassured him countless times, sitting together in your cozy bedroom, his head resting gently on your thighs while you combed your fingers through his soft blonde curls. It was a calming gesture, one that had become a comforting routine. You listened to his concerns, his fears, and his ambitions, and you were sure that everything would be fine, that he would be just perfect as a mentor, and that his scholarship and dreams of continuing his studies at the university were within reach.

Your words were like a soothing melody to him, a reminder that he wasn't alone in this daunting new role. He would look into your eyes with his cold ones, filled with gratitude, and you could see the weight lifting from his shoulders, if only temporarily. And in those moments, you felt like his anchor, the one who kept him grounded amid the chaos of his own thoughts.

Now, you both stood at the nearly deserted train station, the oppressive heat of the day hanging heavily in the air. The scorching sun beat down relentlessly, casting shimmering waves of heat across the empty platform. It seemed that most of the Capitol's citizens had chosen to stay indoors, seeking refuge from the sweltering weather.

The only other souls present were a handful of stoic peacekeepers, their pristine white uniforms stark against the dull backdrop of the station. The silence was broken only by the distant hum of the city beyond, a reminder of the bustling Capitol life that lay just outside the station's borders.

Coriolanus tightly held a single white rose plucked from his grandmother's garden, a symbol of his intent to make a lasting impression on his tribute. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of your academy uniforms. The simplicity of the white rose spoke of his sincerity and dedication to this new role as mentor.

With no clear timetable for the tribute train's arrival, the two of you stood patiently, pretending that the day's weather didn't bother you, the weight of uncertainty hanging over you like a heavy cloud. Coriolanus shifted his gaze between the tracks and the single white bloom in his hand.

You observed him closely, and when his gaze finally met yours, you offered a reassuring smile. “Remember, Coryo,” you murmured, “no matter what, you'll be the mentor she needs; your sincerity and kindness will shine through.”

“I hope you're right, Y/N,” he replied softly, his voice filled with a hint of doubt. “I need her to survive on the arena as long as she can,” he added, as if the idea of a group of vulnerable youths engaging in brutal competition in just a few days were the most ordinary occurrence in the world.

But that was precisely what it represented for the Capitol residents – the Hunger Games, an annual spectacle of entertainment.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly under the unrelenting sun, and the station remained eerily devoid of any signs of life. It felt as though hours had passed, but in truth, you couldn't be sure. Beads of perspiration formed on your brows, and you could feel the heat radiating from the platform's surface.

You and Coriolanus were on the verge of giving up and returning to the cool embrace of your penthouses when, at long last, the distant rumble of an oncoming train reached your ears. The sound grew steadily louder, and you looked at each other, exchanging tired glances.

Coriolanus's grip on the white rose tightened as he turned his gaze towards the approaching train. As he rose from the bench where you had sat, his anticipation peaked. You stood beside him, wanting to be his support, but you had no idea that your role was about to change very soon.

The train pulled into the station with a hiss of steam and the screech of brakes, billowing clouds of moisture and smoke into the scorching air. The two of you watched the machine in silent, your heart pounding in your chest. This was the moment when you would come face to face with people from the Districts, individuals whose lives were so far removed from the opulence and extravagance of your own. It was a rare and humbling experience, one that left you with a slight quiver in your step as you clung to Coriolanus, seeking solace in his reassuring presence.

For what felt like an eternity, nothing happened. The train's doors remained sealed shut, as if holding its cargo of tributes in a reluctant embrace. The only thing that reached you was an unpleasant stench wafting from the carriages, a stark reminder of the grim reality that these young souls were about to face.

Finally the impatient peacekeepers took matters into their own hands. They descended upon the train, their authoritative presence enough to scare the tributes out of their temporary sanctuary. One by one, they were herded onto the platform, their expressions ranging from fear to defiance.

And then, your eyes locked onto a figure unlike the others. A girl stood there, her presence a stark contrast to the muted palettes of others tributes. She wore a rainbow-colored dress that shimmered with vibrancy, a flare of color and individuality amidst the sea of old attire. You recognized her immediately from the television screens, a girl whose name had already become a part of your daily life even before this encounter.

Lucy Gray Baird.

The very name whispered in the hushed tones of Capitol citizens as they watched her on the screens, intrigued and fascinated by her enigmatic presence from the Reaping. Her gaze swept across the platform, and for a brief moment, your eyes locked onto each other's.

You couldn't help but break into a warm, welcoming smile. With a cheerful wave of your hand, you signaled to her that both you and Coriolanus were eagerly awaiting her arrival, hoping to ease the initial tension of this life-altering moment.

Lucy Gray's response was a hesitant yet appreciative smile in return. Her steps were slow and cautious as she walked slowly toward you, a palpable sense of curiosity radiated from her, her eyes flitting between the unfamiliar faces that lined the platform.

Your gaze briefly shifted to Coriolanus, a subtle expectation in your heart that his eyes would mirror the warmth you felt. But when you looked at him, you noticed something different. It was as if his eyes were magnetically drawn to Lucy Gray, locked onto her with a nearly unwavering intensity that bordered on fixation. Those eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, now held an expression you had never quite seen before. It was as though he had stumbled upon a priceless museum exhibit, left captivated, awestruck, and undeniably intrigued.

A soft, knowing smile played at the corners of your lips, silently acknowledging his reaction to the girl before you. You gently squeezed his hand, a gesture of affection and solidarity. You understood that this moment bore immense significance for him, that he was on the corner of a journey filled with unforeseen challenges. Lucy Gray was the keynote of this new chapter in his life, and you couldn't help but admire her from a distance, captivated by her unique presence and the aura that surrounded her.

Before you could utter a word, Coriolanus took a determined step forward, his eyes still locked on the girl. He extended his hand, offering her the pristine white rose he had clutched throughout the wait and with a subtle nod, he greeted her in a tone that resonated with formality and welcome.

“Welcome to the Capitol.”

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