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#almost done! just gonna draw the chair and do some minor shading before moving on to chip!
spinyax · 3 years
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THE CHAIR
GIVE EM THE CHAIR
(click bc tumblr murdered the quality lmao)
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remusmainhoe · 3 years
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sirius x reader
warning:smut, language.
not sure what it is, I wanna say friends, to lovers, but really I just got carried away. I hope you love it, I had fun writing it.
I was laying on the grass, near the black lake. The sun shined on the water, the warm breeze lifting the pages of my book, my mother had gotten me about medicine since she worked at st. Mungos, but I always preferred the greek mythology books my dad had left me. I saw him from a distance, sitting down on the grass, sheltered by the shade of a tree, his back relaxed against the bark. Two other girls near him were giggling at each other, stealing glances of him every now and then, their cheeks flushed with anticipation for his attention. Even from a distance, I could make out his face, unbothered by the girls, his dark, smooth hair dancing in front of his face every now and then. His eyes remained closed, his mouth carved into that faint grin he wore so much. James was next to him, his mouth moving, grasping the snitch before it got too close to freedom, and letting it go once more. Seeing how James ran a hand through his jet black hair, careful enough to leave it perfectly messy. Remus crouched down on the floor, eyes hungrily reading every word of the paper in front of him. A strand of his sandy brown hair on his face gone ignored, his hands grasping his quill, focused. Peter was watching James, as his hands clasp around the snitch for the 100th time.
I couldn’t help catching a glimpse of the boy, feeling like the other girls whose eyes also felt what I could only describe as a magnetic pull toward him. To me, he felt like a flame, you could appreciate it, and regard it as precious, but you know better than to get too close. I try to peel my eyes off him, staring back at the book in my lap. When my eyes tired of the words on the page that no longer meant anything, I looked up again only to find those piercing eyes staring back. The corner of his mouth lifting, flashing his teeth, his calculating eyes refusing to let me go. I tear away from him, refusing to give in. I stand up, picking up my things, and make my way back to the Gryffindor tower, rushing up the stairs to my dormitory. I laid in bed, refusing to acknowledge the way he made me feel. The butterflies that swarmed through my body, the warm feeling in my chest, because no one can have this much control over me. Falling asleep that night, his eyes being the last thought before I fall asleep, and my first thought when I wake up.
Waking up slowly, getting out of bed, taking the morning air deeply, letting it feel my lungs, and hoping it could erase that feeling he made me feel. The great hall filled with the first light of the day, my lids heavy as I sit down at the Gryffindor table. The table slowly filling up with students fueling up for the days' classes. I ate my breakfast in silence, lightly listening to the words the other girls were gossiping to me. When I felt those piercing eyes on me again, not wanting to believe my own senses, I ignored them. Lessons that day went by blandly and slowly, I plopped down on my chair in the astronomy tower at midnight. Opening my book to get ready for the lesson, I felt someone sit down next to me, I glanced quickly to see who it was.
“I hope this seat wasn’t being saved for someone else,” he says, clearly noticing the confusion on my face.
“Um, no, it's ok” I sputter out, he flashed another smile in response, in turn making those damn butterflies return, I fight the slight heat in my cheeks.
Before anything else can happen, the professor calls things into order, starting the lesson for the day. Any of the tiredness that I felt, fluttered away. the professor assigned us to fill a star chart of the different constellations with a partner.
“Well, what do you say, partner?” He said turning his body to my attention, certainty in his voice.
I had known him enough to know the charade he performed with other girls, making them stutter slightly, making their cheeks hurt with the smile he would cause. I was certainly not one to judge, for who could blame them? The way that he moved in a way that felt effortlessly yet still carried some precision, the way his words came out of his mouth like honey. The most frustrating thing that made it difficult to forgive him for the effect he had, was that he knew he was goddamn gorgeous, and he liked to see the effect he could have.
“I say, I'm tired, and I wanna get this over with,” I said, surprising myself.
His eyes flickered with something, his shitfaced grin refusing to leave. He turned to his telescope and started to get to work. His hand fidgeting with his quill, his other hand gracing the telescope. I turned my head back to my telescope, observing Perseus, Studying the made-up lines I imagined connecting the stars, picturing Perseus ‘the hero’ with his sword and shield. I started plotting the dots on the chart, his hand hovering on the paper before getting to work on another part of the sky. I then saw Canis Major, which wasn’t that hard to find due to the brightest star ‘Sirius’. Remembering the books I read on the stories and mythology of the stars. Picturing Laelaps the dog that always caught whatever it hunted. sent to hunt the Teumessian fox, a fox that could never be caught. Realizing that they were doomed to be the hunter and the hunted for eternity, Zeus turned them both to stone then placed them in the sky as the constellations Canis Major (Laelaps) and Canis Minor (the Teumessian fox). The irony, of course, is that they continue the chase in an eternal hunt, with Canis Minor rising in the winter skies about an hour before Canis Major, I couldn’t help but smile.
“Did you find a man on the moon or something?” Sirius’s voice pulling me back to the astronomy tower.
“Hmm?”
“You’re smiling at the stars” he pointed out, his eyes full of intrigue.
“Oh, it's nothing, I just like the constellations and the myths and stories they carry,” I explain focusing once more and filling out the star chart we were almost finished with.
“Like what?” He asked leaning closer as if it were a deep secret only he was to hear.
“Well… I like the pegasus,” I said drawing it on the star chart “The winged horse, in Greek mythology, used by Zeus to carry thunder and lightning,” I said not being able to hide an amused smile.
“ the stories become a bit tangled though, there are different stories about each of them…” I continued “like the birth of Orion, one story tells how his father was a poor shepherd called Hyrieus. Once, Zeus, Hermes, and Poseidon stopped by Hyrieus’ house. Hyrieus was so generous with his guests that he killed the only animal he had - an ox. Hyrieus was not aware that his guests were gods. The gods wanted to reward Hyrieus’ generosity by granting him a wish. Hyrieus’ biggest desire was to have a child. The gods told him to bury the hide of the bull he had sacrificed to them and to pee on it. After nine months, a boy was born in that place. The child became a very handsome and strong man. He became a very good hunter and threatened to kill all of the wild animals of the world, however, Gaia the mother of all animals was not pleased with his intention. Gaia set a giant scorpion on Orion, who soon realized that’s strength and sword were useless against the mighty Scorpio. Orion tried to escape, but was stung and placed in the stars along with the Scorpio set to chase him forever as a reminder from Gaia to protect the environment.” I stopped talking, realizing that who I had been ranting to. Instead of looking up to see a look of boredom, and annoyance that I was expecting to see, I was met with those eyes, laser-focused on me, his body slightly leaned in my direction.
“I told you, it's nothing, just random shit I think about” I dismiss it trying to not get sucked into his gaze.
“Is that we read so often outside near the lake?” He asked, not looking away from me.
“Among other things” I respond, before can think about it, I say “why do you care?”
He looked at me for a moment, “I don't” he said, and leaned back in his chair for a few minutes staring at the sky. Our star sheet laid out completed, and minutes to spare.
“But let's say I do,” he said leaning back toward me swiftly, his scent gracing my nose, my lungs filling lightly with cologne, leather, and cigarettes.
“Ok, humor me.” I say “what could Mr. popularity possibly have to care about? Apart from his hair”, I say, this time keeping eye contact.
“What do you have against my hair?” He said in the mocked offense.
“Nothing” I answer with slight sarcasm, slightly holding my hands up in defense.
I don't know what made me feel the need to not let him get to me. Hogwarts, although a big castle, I would always see how the girls would spoil him with love, and attention. I’ve read enough books, I don't want to be the “I'm not like other girls” bullshit, but I'm not gonna let him play his little game of cat and mouse.
He paused for a moment before speaking again, ��well I just think that any book that can keep you from stealing glances at me, must be one hell of a book”
“Well, you think mighty big of yourself” I choke out a laugh, “you know, for a second there you had me,” I say without missing a beat.
“Is that so?” He countered.
Before I can say more, the lesson ends, I grab my things not trusting myself to say more. Getting to my dorm room, my head infected with him. His grin plastered on his face, with those eyes that see right through anyone. I'm not angry with what he said, it's what he made me feel that terrified me.
The next day, I sat at the Gryffindor table having breakfast, when I felt someone sit next to me. I turned and saw him sitting there, a bit further from his groupie.
“What are you doing over here,” I asked out of pure reflex.
“It is a free country” he responded as he served his breakfast.
“Yeah… sorry” he hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t my business, even if it was weird to see his hip separated from James. We ate in silence and headed to our first class, transfiguration, the moment I took my seat, he plopped down next to me.
“Ok, what’s your game here?” I ask him, frustrated that I even have to fight back a grin playing at the corner of my mouth. If he noticed, he didn’t say so.
“Nothing,” he said innocently. The class began, and we were assigned to transform bunnies into slippers. I managed to make some hoping slippers, with a tail at the back, Sirius chuckled at them.
“Don't judge them” I said, not even realizing I was smiling.
“I'm sorry,” he says, poorly hiding his amusement.
“Why don't you try it then” I challenge looking at his bunny.
“Ok, fine” he shrugged, with a swish of his wand, his bunny turned into a pair of slippers you would probably only find at a high-end store. “I could give you a lesson if you want” he teased.
“You know, one day you’re going to need slippers that jump,” I said catching my slippers, and transforming them back into the fluffy bunny.
The classes after that, he sat next to me, at first I thought he would come back to his senses and go back to his group, but after 2 weeks of laughing at his jokes in class, how he would pull a little prank, how he would know how to get me to start ranting about something, I didn’t think twice about it. He then started to sit with me in the library, and distract me from doing work. Later on, he and I would go out near the black lake where I once sat alone, I read to him the stories I held so deep to my heart. He would grasp every word of it.
It was inevitable, but after a while, I started to hang out with the others too. Remus and I would revise together, James would pull me into small pranks, and I would help Peter understand some of the charms he couldn’t do.
I tried not to think about the things I would feel when I saw Sirius. How I wanted to mess up his hair just a little bit because it was too perfect. How his laughter gave me a feeling of happiness that spread to my mouth that made me smile and laugh like an idiot. How I would think about the way that his muscles moved when he practiced quidditch with James, how his face looked chiseled by the gods.
I was back in the Gryffindor common room, trying to finish as much work as I could before I realized that the common room was empty, looking up at the clock to see the hands read 3:30 in the morning. I was about to gather my things to head to my dorm and call it a night when I heard the door to the common room open. Turning around, I didn’t see anyone there, yet the door started to close on its own, the fat lady fast asleep. Before I can even process it, I hear a thump near the fireplace, and all of the sudden see Sirius on the floor, a cloak next to him. Before I can even question it, I see the scarlet red that trails on his white shirt, I felt my eyes open wide as I rush to him, my legs forming a mind of their own.
“Sirius?”
He looks up at me, “y/n.. I-“ he's cut off with a hiss of pain escaping his mouth as the blood trails down.
“Take off your shirt so I can see”
“Isn’t that a bold request” he forces a teasing smile.
“Your a wanker” I say trying not to laugh, my heart still racing. “You know what I mean”
He lifts the white shirt, if it weren’t for the gash on his torso, I could have been easily distracted by the way that his muscles moved. The way that the low light of the fireplace reflected off his skin, the way that his skin glowed from a slight sheen of sweat.
“Stay here, ill be right back,” I say getting up, he grabbed my hand before I could move.
“You can't get any help,” he said, his voice laced with panic.
“It's ok, I have some bandages in my dorm,” I said. I rushed up to my trunk and grabbed what I needed, my mother always made sure I was prepared and was eager to teach me everything she could about her work. I rushed back to the common room, kneeling next to him. My fingers slightly shaking from the initial shock. The scratch was deep, so I started to work on some charms that my mother had taught me. Sirius was laying down on his elbows. After healing the wound as much as I could, I grabbed a small towel, drowning it in water, and brushing it lightly on his dark red blood now rusting slightly on him.
“How do you know all that?” He asked, I hadn’t noticed him looking at me.
“My mum” I answered wrapping him up in bandages. “How does it feel?” I asked
“Loads better” he answered.
“You better get some rest, take the bandage off tomorrow in the morning, if it hasn’t healed completely tell me,” I said, “did you lose a lot of blood?” I asked starting to examine him to see if he was paler than usual”
“I'm ok y/n, thank you,” he said, “aren’t you gonna ask me why I was butchered, or why I'm out at 3 in the morning?” He asked.
“If you want to tell me, id be glad to hear it, but it's non of my business” I answered honestly, he looked at me relieved, “thank you, it's not really my secret to tell”. He was sitting up a lot straighter.
“I get it,” I said sincerely.
“Why are you up so late?” He asked.
“I was just working a bit, got carried away. I was on my way to my dorm when you stumbled in” I smiled.
“Yeah, sorry bout that”
“It's nothing, my mum would probably thank you for giving some medical practice” I joke.
“Glad to help. It's hypnotizing seeing you so focused.” He said
I laid in my bed that night, feeling guilt for knowing that I got so close to the flame I promised myself I wouldn’t touch, yet also feeling a sense of relief that he was ok.
The next morning I sat in the morning, not being able to help myself, wanting to know how he was. He came downstairs, the look of surprise evident in his eyes at seeing me waiting for him.
“Y/n,” he said.
“Hey, sorry, I just wanted to know if you were ok”
“Yeah, It's healed” he answered making sure only I could hear him.
“That’s good… well I just… I just wanted to make sure”
“Thank you again,” he said, taking a step closer.
His eyes were piercing right through me, his hand hovering slightly over mine. I leaned up and kissed him, my hand over his jaw, my lips on his, my tongue tasting him like a drug I never knew I was sober from. His lips welcoming me, I snapped back into reality and pulled away, his eyes still close leaning in my direction.
“I'm sorry… I … sorry” was all I could spit out, I made my way back to my dorm feeling like a fool for thinking that a guy like Sirius would like me, that he regarded me any more different than the other girls that touched those same lips. I had been stupid, I had burned my house I worked so hard to protect, on that flame yet what scared me was that I would do it again. His hand grabbed my wrist. before I knew it, those lips met mine again, but this time they were prepared. He pulled apart just enough to speak.
“I want you y/n”
“You already have me”
I couldn’t even think about how stupid I was being, how cheesy this all was, because when his hands lingered on my waist as his lips enraptured me all thoughts and common sense went out the window. Up in his dormitory he closed the door, we both knew everyone would be in lessons. My hands tangled in his hair finally getting a chance to mess it up. His hands sliding my shirt off as he unclipped my bra, and I took his shirt off, and he pulled down my skirt, I slipped out of my shoes. For a moment he looked at me, revealed for him, exposed.
“My merlin you’re even more gorgeous than I thought,” he said breathlessly. I could feel myself blush, he started to massage my breasts, and I let out a moan. I unbuckled his belt and felt him hard for me. All this time I thought he was in control, yet he felt the same things I felt. I slipped a hand removing his trousers enough to relieve him a bit, he let out a low growl and I throbbed. He moved my panties, starting to draw circles on my clit making me unravel. I laid on his bed, pinned down beneath him, he stretched me out, and I let out a gasp of pleasure. His mouth began to play with my nipples, placing hickeys everywhere because I was his. I bit down a moan.
“Don't hold it back love, I wanna hear you scream” he said in my ear. His movements making the pleasure in my abdomen build-up, but I knew he would tell me when I could cum for him.
“Sirius” his name coming out of my lips like water.
“Cum for me darling”
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Paint You Wings - Ethan Dolan {Part Seven}
A/N: This is one of my favorite chapters tbh so I hope y’all like it as well!
Averly’s POV
"Hey, E, can you bring your arms in just a little more?" I asked and squinted at the boys. Grayson went with us to the studio because he had nothing better to do, so I figured he could help model. He was positioned in Ethan's previous day's pose so I could see how shadows and shapes lined up.
Ethan brought his arms in a teeny tiny bit. I motioned for him to move them a little bit more, but this time he brought them in almost all the way.
"Extend them at, like, a fifty-degree angle."
He extended them absolutely perfectly this time. I started making the charcoal strokes to outline his frame, looking back and forth from the Twins to my canvas.
Grayson kept glancing around the studio and pointing at pieces, then asking questions about them. I loved how much interest they showed in my art. Back home, my interests were very uncommon - almost frowned upon.
He vaguely gestured at the back wall. "What's that one?"
I finished a few strokes, then turned around and looked at what he was pointing to. "It's my abstract interpretation of the song Nightmares by All Time Low." I folded my arms and put my weight on my right side.
Grayson hummed. "I've never heard it." He shook his head.
I gasped quietly and grabbed my phone. "You guys can break your poses real fast. I've got to show you this song."
Ethan and Gray stood up and stretched their backs out while I searched for the song. Grayson looked around at more of my pieces and Ethan stood beside me, leaning against the table.
Once I found the song, I plugged it into the speaker and sat in my swivel chair. Ethan tapped his fingers against his leg to the drum-beat while Grayson's toes caught onto the melody.
In my head, I sang the entire song - guitar riffs, drum-peaks, and all - but on the outside I simply moved my hand to the beat. As the song came to a close, Ethan and Gray stayed silent.
"What did you guys think of it?" I asked and smiled.
Ethan's eyebrows raised. "That was. . . Amazing."
Grayson smiled and nodded. "I loved it. I mean, it was fantastic."
I couldn't help but smile myself. Back home, no one really had my taste in anything. The Twins were a really nice change of pace. "I'm glad you guys liked it. Now, if we're gonna finish this painting anytime soon, we've gotta get back to work."
The boys agreed and went back to their stools, swung their arms around a little bit, then got into their poses. I went to shuffle on Pandora, and the first song to come on was 21 Questions by Waterparks. The music was like my timer. At the second verse, I'd finish Ethan's facial features, at the bridge, I'd shade a little bit, still using charcoal, and at the end of the song, I'd give the boys a break and mix paint colors.
"Do you guys wanna go get something to eat after this?" Grayson asked while I put together a light orange, brown, and white.
I held the pallet up to Ethan's face while he sat on the desk in front of me. "Sure, I'd be down." I shrugged. I dipped my pinky into the paint and tapped it on Ethan's cheek. Unless you looked for it, it was almost invisible. "Sorry, there's a sink in that room over there if you wanna wash it off." I pointed at the bathroom and took my pallet back over to my easel.
Ethan shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."
Once we started working again, I began adding paint. It was easier for me to converse with them while I was painting than when I was outlining, because painting is more like overrated coloring.
"So, Gray, do you have any special lady friend?" I was worried that if I asked Ethan first, it would look like I was hinting at something, but I wouldn't have been. Entirely.
Gray let out a breathy laughter and shook his head. "With what I do? Most girls either hate me or know exactly what I was doing on August seventeenth, two-thousand-one, at two in the afternoon."
I nodded my head. It was understandable. "What about you, E?"
He shook his head. "Nope. I'm in the same boat as Grayson."
I couldn't help but think that was a win. If no other good thing was gonna happen that day, at least I knew Ethan was single.
"What about you? Any guys in your life right now?" Ethan spoke up, then cleared his throat a little.
I almost laughed. Since leaving Dallas, hardly any guys have even glanced my direction. Ethan and Grayson were the first guys in a couple of months that I had talked to more than once. "No, not since leaving Dallas."
Grayson slapped Ethan's face out of nowhere. I couldn't help but laugh, but I also thought maybe Grayson was trying to be secretive about telling Ethan to make a move. Obviously, it wasn't the most sly way he could have gone, but I didn't mind at all.
We didn't say too much for the rest of the session. There was scattered conversation during breaks, and a little bit while I painted, but it was mostly just the sound of the music from my phone filling the air. Once I finished up painting Ethan's pose, I wiped my hands on my shirt and flipped the canvas upside down. It only took a few minor adjustments for me to be satisfied with my work for the day.
Ethan and Grayson stood behind me and looked at the piece. Ethan's eyes were wide and Grayson's mouth fell open. If nothing else, the boys helped my confidence a whole lot.
"Averly, this is. . . Oh, my God." Ethan couldn't finish his sentence. He pushed his hand through his hair and laughed. "How do you even. . . I just. . . Wow."
Grayson pointed at it. "Does this count as fanart?" He narrowed his eyes at Ethan.
We all laughed, but I agreed that after I died or if the gallery turned the piece down, Grayson could hang the painting somewhere in their apartment.
Once we piled into the car, Ethan turned around in the driver's seat and rubbed his hands together. "Where are we going?"
Gray shrugged. "I don't really care. I could eat anything you threw at me right now."
Ethan gasped and pointed at his brother. "Dude, I just got the greatest idea for a video! We've gotta go to the grocery store, like, right now." He put the car in drive and went straight to the store. We all ran through the parking lot and inside, even though Ethan was the only one who knew what we were looking for.
"Ethan, what do we need to get?" Grayson asked and grabbed a hand-basket.
He shook his head and took the basket from Grayson, then grabbed a big rolly one. "Not that little bitch of a basket, that's for sure."
I'm not sure why I found that sentence so funny, but I started laughing like I had never heard anything with any comedic value. Of course, the boys found it absolutely hilarious and started laughing themselves. Before long, we were all hunched over, holding onto anything stable we could find so we didn't fall over.
Once we managed to calm ourselves down, Ethan decided we had to go on our mission that he still hadn't told Grayson and I about. We pretty much just followed him around and watched him put the most random items in the cart. He got two watermelons, a bunch of apples, some bananas, two squashes, two zucchinis, a few canned foods, some pre-packaged cupcakes, pretty much everything.
"The last thing we need is a baseball bat." He held his phone with one hand and put the other on his hip. "Siri says there's an Academy a few blocks away, so we'll stop there next."
Grayson and I look at each other and narrow our eyes. "Ethan, what's all this for?" I asked.
He looked at Gray and I alternately. "You guys haven't caught on?" We shook our heads. "We're playing real-life fruit ninja!"
Grayson's eyes got huge as he looked back at the cart. "Oh my God! Come one! Let's get home fast so we can do this!" He started pushing it to the checking counters, but went past them all straight to self-checkout.
We had a good system going on to check everything out: Ethan handed Gray the item, Gray scanned it, I bagged it. It wasn't complex, but it was effective.
After getting a baseball bat at Academy, we went straight to the apartments. I helped the boys move their dining room table and couch, then put a drop-cloth down. Ethan sat up the camera, then moved all the food beside it.
He and Grayson got into view, then they asked me to start recording. I pressed the button, then gave them a thumbs-up.
"What's up guys? We're back!" Grayson shouted and did a weird jump-thingy.
"We're the Dolan Twins, and as you probably read, today we're doing. . ." Ethan counted down on his fingers for him and Grayson to shout it in synch.
"The real-life Fruit Ninja Challenge!"
Grayson scrunched his mouth to the side for a minute, then laughed. "I'm sure this has been done before, but I've never seen a video like this, so shoutout to whoever did this first." He shrugged.
Ethan grabbed the baseball bat and held it up. "We're gonna be using a baseball bat instead of a huge sword, though, because we kind of don't wanna die."
"Back behind the camera, we have a bunch of random foods, all numbered. We're gonna draw a number out of Ethan's hat, and then the guy who didn't draw the number gets to throw the food at us, and we have to try to hit it with the baseball bat." Grayson explained.
Ethan pointed at the camera. "Oh, yeah! Helping us out today, we have Averly back. Say hello, Av!"
I poked my head around the camera. "Hello!"
"Okay, now let's get started."
I moved the camera so it would be a head-on view of whoever had the bat first. We all had to wear goggles so that pieces of food wouldn't get in our eyes and damage them. Ethan came over to me after we each had our glasses on and held his phone up for a selfie. I smiled regular, but Ethan squinted his eyes and stuck out his tongue.
"I like that one, send it to me please." I laughed as I looked over it. He smiled and nodded his head.
We started filming again after that. Grayson had the bat first and Ethan held the hat open. Gray reached his hand in and pulled out a piece of paper. "Six."
I looked at the food and found the item with the right number. It was a can of green beans.
"Are we throwing what's inside the can, or the whole can?" I asked and handed it to Ethan.
He laughed. "The whole can. Grayson's not a little bitch. He can hit the can." He assured me.
I sighed and pushed my hair back. "If you've got faith in him, I guess."
He nodded his head and winked, then pulled his goggles down. "Ready Gray?" He gave us a thumbs up, then gave a few practice swings with the bat. Ethan twisted the can in his hands, then threw it full-force at Grayson. He hit it perfectly, but it hit a family portrait in the kitchen and knocked it off the wall.
Ethan and I gasped and Grayson covered his mouth. "Grayson!" Ethan went and picked up the broken fragments of the protective glass. After he picked it all up and threw it in the trash, he stood up and sighed. "In hindsight, that was a really stupid idea."
Grayson and I laughed in agreement. "Yeah, totally. It sounded cool though. Maybe if we ever get a huge sword-"
Ethan laughed and shook his head. "In what way do you think a sword would be better, Gray?" He asked.
Grayson shrugged. "It would be a hell of a lot cooler."
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Anachronism | Millian Fic
This was supposed to be something else. It had started out okay, everything was fine, and then at the end of it Milah refused to play nice with others. At the end she let me know very emphatically that she was going to do the thing. I tried to have her not do the thing, but her response was: I’m dead, I can do what I want.
(I told @unordinary-modern-princess I wanted to do this thing, and after I described a little bit of it she went @_@ do the thing. She is an evil, evil enabler ♥)
(Partly a season two rewrite with cursed!Milah because I wrote a crack verse that wasn’t really crack. Not because I want this to have happened instead, but because I’m greedy and want it also. That’s what AUs are for, huzzah!)
Title: Anachronism Rating: T Summary:  She was an anachronism, an errant bit of temporal detritus. 
'He is highly unpredictable. I get the feeling...you might come in handy if he tries to cross me.'
'I hardly know who this Hook is.' She thought she might look small, shivering on the cold stone slab and covering herself with her arms and legs to keep what little warmth she could trapped against her naked skin. She certainly felt small, struggling for breath and struggling against the pounding of a heart she had believed to have been torn away.
The Evil Queen shrugged and held up a long lock tied at the end. The ribbon was worn with age but the hair still gleamed even in the dim light. 'Apparently he knows you. Very well by the looks of it. Otherwise, why bother preserving this with an enchantment?'
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Evelyn prefered the night shift. It was more quiet than days in relative terms and the family members who were there were usually tucked in cramped chairs trying their best to sleep or, at the very least, pretending to avoid worrying themselves insane. It made it easier to do her job, a profession she found more suiting in a purgatory of ironies, and it made it easier to avoid the troublesome nuisances the town's heroes and villains continually found themselves getting into.
Before the curse broke the rooms were usually empty save for the need for stitches or other such minor ailments with the odd exception here and there. After, the small rooms with beeping machines were used more often. It was one of the downfalls of a clock that moved again.
When she went to the nurse's station she was surprised to see her name wasn't on the board. She had the date right, she knew. Yesterday had been her night off, her time spent between reading a book, cleaning her house, and wallowing in the recent reminder how her curse had begun when for everyone else it had been lifted. Another downfall of a ticking clock.
"Johnson." She turned to glare at the head nurse. The older woman held up her hands. "You've been pulled from the roster for the next couple days. Dr. Whale wants to see you."
"Whale?" Aside from the comments he made to her, along with every female in ten feet of his person, she hadn't even known the doctor was aware of her by name. With a sharp sigh and a roll of her eyes she pushed off the counter. "Thank you, Miranda."
"Remember your pepper spray."
It wasn't uncommon to work in areas outside of one's expertise in a hospital of this size. Or perhaps it was just the town that made it that way. Vague schooling she had never received told her this was unique. Still, barring emergencies, there was usually a warning.
Maybe that's why she just barged into his office, hands on her hips with an impatient glower. His responding grin when he looked up from his paperwork had her eyes narrow even further.
"Evelyn! May I call you Evelyn?"
"No."
"I must say, you've become an alluring shade of feisty since this whole mess of a curse lifted." He leaned back in his chair, twirling his pen between his fingers. "You're probably wondering why you were pulled away from your adoring fans in pediatrics."
"The question had crossed my mind." Her arms folded over her chest and her eyes narrowed. "You need to readjust your definitions of certain words, Doctor. What you call feisty, some would see it as pissed off."
"Either way, the look suits you." He studied her for a moment more. "It seems that a higher power than even myself has requested your tender mercies for a select patient." His eyebrows raised. "You've heard what happened to the Frenche woman?"
"It's a small hospital. I think even the patients know."
"Well. Apparently, her assailant has been...uncooperative at best. He broke out of his handcuffs."
"That's not exactly difficult to do."
His eyebrows rose and for a moment his gaze slid over her in contemplation before he continued. "One handed, drugged, and after getting hit by a car?"
Evelyn wanted to say she could still do it but she didn't quite want to test out those circumstances. "Alright, I'm not going to say it's impossible, but I will admit it seems unlikely."
The doctor shrugged. "Yeah, well." He tossed a file on his desk. "This is his. The...Scooby Gang? Savior Scouts? Whatever they're going by. Do they even have a catchy team name? They should." She cleared her throat. "Anyway. They're keeping him tucked away, but that's hard to do if he gets out."
She picked up the file. Another John Doe. The file was vague but the medical jargon let her know what she needed to, the state of him, and the apparent elevated doses of tranquilizers needed. "You weren't kidding about the one hand." She looked up. "Why couldn't the Other Johnson take care of this?"
"At first that's who I thought she meant. He strikes more of an imposing figure. But, no, intimidating as he appears, he's an orderly. Besides, didn't you almost get arrested at the Rabbit Hole a few weeks ago? Something about introducing your fist to his face for some remark?"
She bristled at the memory. "Just because we have the same name doesn't mean we have to share...other things." Normally the much larger man was more or less a sweet guy. Add in one too many shots of tequila and he tended to get handsy. "So. I doubt my ability to lay out a man near twice my size has anything to do with this patient. So what does it have to do with me?"
"It seems our benevolent Madam Mayor thinks it might have a lot to do with you. She said, in that annoying and cryptic one liner she always manages at the end, that 'This is the reason I brought her back.' I don't know what that means, but I figured you might."
She openly gaped for a moment. "For him? Are you telling me this is Hook?"
"I'm gonna go with yes on that one. If the actual hook he arrived with wasn't a dead giveaway, the lovely Ms. Swan calling him that was a subtle clue."
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll do it." She liked to pretend she had choices in matters sometimes. "I assume you want me to start now?"
"Well, unless you had other ideas…"
"Tell you what. You do you, I do me, and that way at least I know it'll be done right."
"Well, then. That was perhaps the nicest 'fuck off' I've gotten in awhile. Enjoy your shift, Nurse Johnson."
It was probably indicative of just how distracted she was if she could be mistaken for 'nice.' But, despite her best attempts at otherwise, being pulled toward the fray of chaos had been inevitable. "You, too, Dr. Whale."
Being a small hospital, there was barely any time to take guesses. Before she could get too far in her mental investigation with how little she knew, Evelyn was pushing her way into the hospital room before quietly closing the door behind her.
The room was dim, lit only by the machines and the moon filtering in through the window, but she could tell he was awake. That surprised her considering what the charts said they had him on.
She cleared her throat and walked toward him. "I hear you've been making things impossible for my colleagues. If you behave, I'll give you a lollipop." She normally worked with children and it was surprising how many times the incentive of a sweet worked on adults.
She checked the monitors before her patient, setting the file down and going through the motions of making sure lines were hooked up correctly. When she turned her focus on him, he jerked in the bed and her wrist was caught in his hand.
She drew in a sharp breath and, injured patient or no, she drew back her fist back to ward off attack. Then she faltered because she knew those eyes and a large thump resounded in her chest. "Killian."
His eyes narrowed at her as he strained toward her. His sharp gaze was almost accusatory, nearly daring her to do something.
Her legs felt hollow and her arms had that weightless feeling that came from running for too long. For a split moment she forgot her own confusion on whether or not she was really who her mind said she was or just some store-brand knock off, forgot that her restless nights on whether she was just a copy through and through, soul and all, and that was why she refused to even call herself by her old name.
In that instant she wasn't Evelyn or even the Evil Queen's backup plan. She was Milah.
And then the moment was gone and she cleared her throat. She latched onto the professionalism born from false memories and the need to not delve head first into an overdue crisis of identity. It was made all the easier when he was practically trembling with the strain of the awkward position of leaning forward and pulling and tugging at just about every laceration, bruised muscle, and cracked rib along the way.
She placed her hand squarely on his chest with a gentle push, cringing as he winced. "Lay back or you'll just be in here longer."
When he did comply after a stubborn moment his grip on her wrist loosened and his eyes slid away from hers. She could breathe again but she missed that intensity and she could almost feel him drawing into himself.
Milah picked up the file and opened it. It was too dim in the room to see it clearly but what she could reminded her of what she had read. Turning on a light was an option but at this point not necessary. "You aren't due for another dose of your medication for a few hours. I'll see what I can do about getting the tranquilizers lowered."
She closed the file and looked at him. "But if I do that and you try to escape again, I'll just break your legs so the rest of you can heal."
It had been a threat she used to make and it had been out of her mouth before she could even think. By the strangled little broken laugh he made, he recognized it.
It was a habit she had almost forgotten she had to soothe her fingers through his hair. He'd had a penchant for bad days much like herself. While he could handle them, had before she ever met him, quiet touches like this stolen in dark corners and away from curious eyes were her way of letting him know she was there.
He would heal, already was, but it would be easier if he would stop being stubborn. From the firm set of his jaw to the hard set of his drug-glossed eyes he was fighting against it. Only the nearly imperceptible lean into her touch told her maybe he would listen. "It's okay to rest, Killian. Everything's going to be alright."
His answer was  a soft snort.
And it came over her then, that sudden urge to flee. She wanted more than anything to do what she could to just make it better but she wasn't even sure it was really her that either one of them were seeing. "I'll come check on you in a few-- Just-- Here's a button if you need--"
She had stormed away from him more than once but she had never run away. At least it had only been a few feet and through a door.
Milah leaned heavily against the wall just outside his room as she tried to process. Her question had been answered but now so many more were in its place. How could he even be here? She had left him behind centuries ago.
One thing was clear. She, copy or real, was obviously meant to be used as a pawn. Her lip curled at the thought.
But sometimes a pawn was used when it shouldn't have been. The player would move a piece too soon, not thinking ahead, and it would take too long to get things back in their favor. She should have been brought into play after a man who hated magic was brought to town.
She hadn't been. She would have done anything for her son, regardless of how he received her, would have worked just outside the peripheral to do what she could to help him. But right now, all she knew was that Killian was the only person she loved that was still alive. And without the loyalty of motherhood or any ties to a rebirth she never asked for, all that remained was the devotion of a pirate for her captain.
It wasn't just because she loved him. Of all the ways that choices had been taken from her in her life and after, he had given her dozens more to make. And now, even without him realizing it.
Real or not she refused to be a pawn. She was an anachronism, an errant bit of temporal detritus, and she was damn well going to use that to her advantage.
Her sneer turned into a grin, wide and devious and for the first time since her death, full of glee.
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She was there again.
She had been coming to him ever since they started filling him with whatever drugs it was that sent his mind into a haze and turned his body numb, darting out of his peripheral and offering her silent judgements. He wondered what sort of herbal concoction would do all this and also bring about visions.
This time when he reached for her she did not disappear and her earlier condemnation was replaced by her own surprise.
He knew why she kept coming to him in this room, splayed helpless and weak without even his hook. Despite her gentle hands and soft words now he knew she was really there to remind him of his sins, that he had nearly killed an innocent woman.
Well, the joke was on her. He would rather her be there and hating him than not there at all, even if she was just a product of his own mind.
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