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sofiaaaaaaaa03 · 2 years

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As requested, I wrote my personal thoughts and the process of how I wrote the first chapter of the Scribe of the Gods during my study break. Anyways, here you go guys!

I wanted to begin the chapter right when steven wakes up in the netherland anf first finds Arthur.

Of course when Steven sees his librarian he is confused and I wanted to have the audience have little background information about y/n

Sort of share the same confusion that Steven has

y/n is obviously serious about this scene as it was the first instance that djehuty told them to go after steven

Can you imagine thoth being like “Khonshu’s avatar is on his way to the netherlands. Go after him.”

Meanwhile y/n is head deep in books for their upcoming exams and are like “fuck you” but do it anyways because they can’t tell the god no.

This explains their attitude with steven, they were pissed at even being there in the first place but even more pissed that Marc wasn’t fronting to make their job easier.

Also, when steven’s like “where’s your license” and they mention that they have twelve and are working on paperwork for the IDP

As a scribe it would be natural that they have gone to other countries to check up on avatars that surround the globe

Paperwork is definitely needed to get their job done

Originally they were fine with working on all of the paperwork but after some time they got tired of having to repeatedly file renewals in so they decided it was time for some sort of upgrade with the IDP

And because they travel to so many countries for their job, they do their best to learn some of the language to maintain communication and travel smoothly

I can’t give too much away, but let’s say with the amount of time they’ve been working for Djehuty they've been able to master fluency in multiple languages.

After the cupcake van incident I decided to take an approach of following steven’s perspective for this chapter

It seemed fitting, given he is beginning to discover Marc’s presence that we should follow him as he discovers the true identity of his librarian

I chose for y/n to be a librarian for several reasons

One, steven has no family he is in contact with so it would be extremely hard for him to have a teen/young adult in his life

Not in a way that seemed appropriate or made sense for the sake of the story, i like to write as realistically as I can for relationships

Two, seeing as Steven barely goes out there wasn’t many choices as to how they would meet

When I rewatched the episode, I noticed the amount of books there were in his apartment. And that’s when it hit me, he had to have gotten those books from somewhere.

After some research, I’ve found that the london library was only a couple blocks from the national gallery where Steven works

Which seemed so fitting

I was adamant about having Thoth be y/n’s god. There was no changing that.

And where better than the London Library, which is so full of archives with history and an abundance of research resources and books

That was how I wanted Steven to associate y/n. It was a good thing too, because it made watching over Steven and Marc easier on the young avatar

The chapter continues in steven’s point of view and I took advantage to give insight on how the reader is from his perspective

Honestly, I didn’t want to write too much about y/n because I was still working out details about their backstory and character

I tried to be vague too since I wanted to see how Moonknight continued world building in regards to how the avatars and their gods worked together

Flash forward to when Steven is about to be attacked by the Jackal

y/n had already been following him around for the night, they were extra watchful of the man after the events that occurred in the netherlands

Also because thoth was barking up their ear about it

I didn’t give them any specific suit because at the time I wanted the reader to do their best to convince steven that whatever was going to happen that night was just another dream or blackout he had

Also because I had no clue whether other avatars got their own suits

Like yes, Marc and Steven get one but that’s because their god Khonshu has a task that makes this ability specific to his needs

But let's say Hathor, does she get a suit? Why does she need one if she’s the goddess and patron of music and love?

Thoth doesn’t particularly need a suit, his scribe is solely meant for documentation and presencial purposes.

So no suit for y/n at the time

Sorry guys

I liked this section of the chapter because it was one of the few times that i could begin to show hints of the abilities that y/n has

I haven’t said any explicit abilities, hinted at it. Do you guys have any guesses as to what they are?

Their weapon of choice was a mace, inspired by how thoth uses a headstaff

After taking a swing at the jackal and fin themselves in the bathroom y/n was fed up with how Marc had yet to appear

They know about Marc’s DID. They had to when they did their personal research on the marine

So they knew exacgtly what they were doing when they were berating steven to get Marc

Although they didn’t handle it the best way that they could

Threatening steven with the mace in order to get marc out

They weren’t bluffing either

Now that all of the episode’s are out, I look back on this chapter and can see that this can trigger steve and Marc

But since I didn’t know their backstory, obviously their reaction is off

Looking back, marc would most likely have forced himself into control and be SO PISSED at y/n for even trying to look like they were about to hit steven

But that’s not how it had gone in my story, so let’s just look over that inconsistency please

y/n doesn’t know how steven and marc communicate with each other

I mean how could they

So when Steven begins speaking in the mirror they kind of just decide to let him to his own thing?

They weren’t really sure how to respond to it

Plus the jackal was there and it was gonna get through the door at any minute

I think that they were experienced in combat

I don’t see how they shouldn’t

Every avatar is under some sort of threat, whether it's from outer worldly means or their own personal lives and the jobs that they do

And with the places that they have to go, knowing how to fight is a must

But they were genuinely concerned that steven were going to get hurt

At this point, they sort of accepted that Marc wasn’t going to show up

He barely was there when they were in the netherlands

But he did show up at some points, and because of that they had some sort of hope that he would come

So when they ask steven for Marc one last time, I wanted to point out how they had their back turned to the door

If you watched the show you’ll know that door was genuinely deteriorating with the jackal

I wanted to show this moment of vulnerability that they had

The trust that they were willing to put for just a moment

And that’s where i end the chapter

I am proud of this, i think I consider it a great setup for the story itself while leaving room for questions

Steven’s 3rd person pov?

Acknowledge how he gets the books he reads at the local library

One of the librarians is a younger adult, y/n

They always seemed to know exactly what book would be perfect for steven’s all nighters

Strangely enough they entailed egyptology

Steven appreciated them because they were one of the very few people who actually engaged in conversation about egyptian mythology

Brief talks to each other about the Ennead and y/n having to cut conversations short bc steven unknowingly would keep up the checkout line

Note how y/n is very well versed whenever steven talks to them, almost as though they’d lived several lifetimes.

Every now and then you would show up to the museum and purchase the same dark chocolates from the gift shop, but it was at the library where he saw you most

y/n was actually there to keep an eye on london and keep records of all of the activities deities and their avatars were doing in London, as there was some traffic due to the amount of stuff from egypt there

So, when Thoth commands y/n to keep a closer eye on Konshu’s avatar, you were a little skeptical and had a feeling that you were about to get yourself in deep shit

And you were right

Thoth eventually assigns you to assist Marc as he attempts to stop Harrow from continuing his plan

Unfortunately, neither of you want to do it but have to go along with it

You were good at keeping distance, so steven did not notice you until slowly things started going strange for him

So when Steven finds himself in Harrow’s village, running from the bodymen, he is stunned to be dragged by the young librarian into the cupcake truck

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#moonknight thoughts #moonknight episode #moonknight fic #moonknight x reader #thoughts #chapter thoughts

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sillymeter · 2 years

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i would like to hear about the yellow puppet guy

GLADLY. this is so long and im only like partway through it holy shit . so we don't really know what's going on in the tv show, or why they're there. everything is up to interpretation! it's meant to be scary, funny, all sorts of things. i don't think the goal of it is to "understand" it. i don't think that's the way their world works. i want to understand it, i want to rip it apart and figure out each piece, but that's not going to change how horrible their reality is. each of the three seem to go through this revelation. (much less on duck's side) yellow more than once. let's see how. (spoilers below)

in episode 2, death, duck's newspaper refers to the blackout in episode 6. we're not entirely sure of the timeline, ever. in the same way the original series was a loop of june 19th, this tv show follows up on it with june 20th, over and over. all three of them went missing on june 19th, presumably together as they are seen posing morosely together for a photo on their missing poster & the side of the milk carton. it's uncertain why duck and red are there, but we get hints about why yellow is here. and none of them bode well for the other two.

REMEMBERING PAST ITERATIONS: at the start of episode 6, yellow guy talks about things that happen at the end of the episode, things he shouldn't know yet. "Hey, I know! It's when you can't remember that over the top of you, there's... bigger ones. That are bigger, and bigger, and then over the top of it there's a smaller one of- all of it, at the top of that." duck also does the same in death! listen to his song! those are the other 'teachers'! TARGET AUDIENCE: in the big boy room (where the other "two" actually participate in lessons willingly, which is... wrong.) there isn't another yellow guy. just.. those two. he isn't satisfied with it, and leaves, finding the staircase to the bigger boy's room. where, once again, there is no other him. the other two are just engaging in the mindless torture of something under the guise of studying it. he once again isn't satisfied that this mindless torment is the answer to everything, which leads him to lesley. despite the fact that there's clearly a level above her, he seems 'satisfied' with the answer and takes the book downstairs to the others, where he gets his batteries taken back. i don't think the batteries make him smart. as he says, they make it easier for him to think. maybe he chose to shred it, knowing what's inside, maybe removing his batteries really does make him forget. we don't know. the other two don't really seem to have a reason to be here. we've seen other red guys, maybe they're just.. out there. in the original series red guy presumably manages to make it to the 'real world' which ends up to also be inside .. whatever they're in. but other red guys are shown again in family, and red is very very insistent on leaving the house. duck has nothing. we know the least about him. there are multiple duck guys in lesley's drawer. he is replaceable. yellow guy talks to the audience in jobs, asking them to call the three numbers (what company films an ad in a fucking bathroom?) and even inside his brain, everything is presented as a tv show. red guy wants out of this reality, somehow intrinsically knowing it's wrong, duck seems helpless to discover it due to being replaced so often, and yellow has seemingly discovered the truth before but is doomed to forget it.

#this got so out of hand and now my head is spinning #i might talk morelater sorry . i gave myself a headace

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favoriteblogonthecitadel · 2 years

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Sunday snippet: Clandestine

In which a young Shepard needs help controlling her emerging biotics, but does not care for the solution her friend has in mind.

“You’ve got to be shitting me” is, in Xiomara’s opinion, the only natural response to a pair of ballet shoes. She stares at them with a mix of disdain and concern, instantly regretting having come here.

“Fuck’s sake, get over yourself,” Ruby says with an eyeroll. Leaning against the wooden barre, she takes a puff of her cigarette, pointes hanging off her wrist.

“I told you I need to train.” Xo gestures towards the studio, all polished surfaces and mirrors. She sees a place made for sliding and bouncing about, looking at your own reflection. None of it looks made to stand a real workout. “How’s twirling in a little skirt supposed to help?”

That almost seems to touch a nerve. Her friend shoots her a sharp glare through the billowing smoke. Her body stays relaxed, uninterested in real confrontation, but her warning comes quick and earnest like a whip. “Watch it, Shepard.”

She scoffs at the sound of her last name. “Shut up. No one calls me that.”

“Stupid, then. That’s what you’re acting like.”

The teenager in Xo wants to take her up on the banter; to go at it, talk shit for a while as if everything is normal. But under makeshift bandages, her hands and forearms still pulse red with pain, a reminder of her latest episode. The headaches are bearable – it’s the blackouts that are driving her out of her mind. Waking up to scraps of things she cannot remember breaking. Losing control of her anger, the one thing that has kept her alive for sixteen years. Waiting for the day the Reds see it happen and start asking questions.

So she paces towards the dancer. Her step has a practiced swagger, as though she’s about to make a move on Ruby. They are comfortable near each other, and Xo does not stop until they’re face to face, inches away, her own hands resting on the barre next to her friend’s. Close enough that only she can possibly hear her. Even then, she takes a cautionary sweeping look at the studio. Checking for snoops is habitual, automatic.

When she talks, it’s in a whisper; and she hates hearing fear crack into her voice, making her stomach coil as she looks up. “It’s getting worse, Rue.”

Silence. Some thought passes through those steady hazel eyes that she cannot read, but she feels Ruby truly look at her then. Considering, though never softening, because their bond is built on a shared aversion to pity. She lets out a deep, patient sigh. “Have you hurt anyone?”

A quick shake of the head. “Busted Finch’s bike. You ask me, that counts as community service.”

There’s a huff of a laugh, raspy from amusement and from cigarette smoke. “Let me help you, then.”

“I’ll just break--”

“Shut up and listen.”

They look at each other for a moment, then another, two stubborn things waiting for the other one to yield. Xo shuffles on her feet, but says nothing, until she gives her opponent an irritated groan that seems to say, fine.

And Ruby lets the pause extend, as if double-checking that she’ll keep her mouth shut. She has a knack for using silence unlike anyone Xiomara knows. Finally, she nods with satisfaction.

“You tried getting it out of your system.” She states, matter-of-factly. Xo pretends she doesn’t sound like she's talking to her class of five-year-olds. “Didn’t work. You tried holding it in -- that was a shit show. Maybe… you need to let it flow for a change.”

An eyebrow raised. “Flow. Seriously.”

“You’re all about charging, Mari. Shotguns and sucker punches. Whatever this is, it’s too strong to just let it out at once. You need to have a say in how much energy your body uses, how hard it hits. You need control.”

“And you think I will find it in a tutu,” she deadpans, because her friend's words are too spot-on for comfort.

But instead of a retort, a feline promise of a smile presents itself on Ruby's lips. The twinkle of anticipation in her eyes sets several of Xiomara's instincts on alert.

The dancer simply puts out her smoke against the flat side of the barre, leaving a black, circular scar atop countless others. Then she hands Xiomara the pointes and walks towards the locker room, exuding authority like a gravitational pull that leaves no choice but to follow. “When I’m done with you, you will wonder how you ever lived without it.”

#i should call this 'in which Xiomara doesnt know the first thing about ballet and is about to get her ass beat'#trying to get a feeling for her narrative voice :)#plus exploring her early days on Earth #Spoiler alert: Ruby was right. Ballet does help Xo get herself together when it comes to her powers #I have an old commissioned piece of her dancing that I'll repost later!#commander shepard #mass effect

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marukrawler · 2 years

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I just thought of a theory that explains all of Masquerade’s behaviour: If Naga can create people/bakugan at will, couldn’t he also destroy them at will? Masquerade keeps saying that he fights to survive and what if that’s literarry true. If he loses or disobeys Naga he would be quickly replaced. But knowing him, if Masqy got the Infinity Core he might’ve used it to be free of the Silent Core’s influence and be his own person. And going by the headcanon that he’s Alice’s repressed side, he might’ve switched sides because he failed and figured that the only way he could survive is by having Alice accept him and become a middle ground between their personalities (sorry if I’m rambling)

no need to apologize, it's great to hear your thoughts!

i don't doubt that a lot of masquerade's actions were motivated by naga's agenda to some extent. masquerade is someone who seeks power, who wants to get even stronger and become invincible, and naga's quest for the infinity core aligns perfectly with his own desires. because to obtain the infinity core, one must possess the ultimate bakugan.

when masquerade outright states his intentions in episode 37, you see that his personal desires and his duty to naga are both included.

“why do i fight? what a foolish question. i fight because i can. fighting is who i am. to become stronger, to tower over all. for that reason, i’d fight the flames of hell to get there. if master naga wishes it, i will.”

masquerade clearly follows the will of naga but personally, i've never really thought of masquerade to fear what naga might do to him if he should fail his mission.

i don't doubt that naga could've erased him using the silent core's power but masquerade never seemed worried about it. that might be because of how strong he is and how unlikely it is for him to lose, but compared to characters like sellon, i’d say he cares little for what kind of world naga will create and is more focused on himself and how he can reach the peak of his prowess. hal g is the one who seems completely subservient to naga.

as for him acquiring the infinity core, it’s definitely interesting to think what would’ve happened to masquerade if hydranoid had ended up possessing it. i think it would’ve backfired, honestly, and the infinity core would have ended up wiping out/repressing masquerade and making hydranoid a lot less aggressive and hungry for power, possibly changing him into the person we know him as now. there’s always been some dark energy surrounding him and the overwhelming power of the infinity core would definitely have removed it.

“what a terrible thing. i can’t believe they’ve been subjected to this much minus power. i wonder if i can do something about it with the infinity core’s plus power?”

also, right before wavern shows up at joe’s place in episode 33, she passes by alice and her positive energy causes alice to faint. i’ve always wondered if that had any effect on how masquerade behaved afterwards, or if his influence on alice lessened as a result. i’m not sure if we ever find out but considering that alice brings michael to wavern in episode 50 and asks her to use the plus power to return him to normal, there’s definitely something to speculate about 🤔🤔

but yeah, i don’t think masquerade’s been shown to be afraid of dying. he actively rejects dan and alice’ offers to join them and stick around, in favor of disappearing forever and he encourages alice to be more confident in her abilities so she won’t need him anymore.

being masquerade meant alice had frequent blackouts and was completely unaware of her actions, so masquerade decided he wasn’t going to continue to deprive her of her life just so he can continue battling. he gives her a chance at enjoying her life properly by giving up his own.

“please. we need you to lend us your strength.”

“i can’t do that. that’s your duty.”

a decision that was made easier after losing to dan, im sure. at that point, i believe whatever desires he had had been fulfilled, and he was content with letting alice take back control.

#bakugan #masquerade meta #i hope i answered ur ask ok sometimes i can go off course and ramble too 😭#just my personal opinions and interpretation uwu #long post #srry abt that lol

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 2 years

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Chapter 16 - I walk around in the clouds trying not to think about you.

Episode 3.

*Meanwhile in London*

Sparkle: *She finally spotted what appeared to be him, but it was dark now, and there were no light in the building he appeared to sit in... she looked at the burned down house. Why on earth would he be here of all places?? She slowly stepped inside, it still smelled of whatever fire had been raging through the scorched wooden structure*I was looking for you for hours…. what are you doing here, -in a burned down house? *she said in a light voice as she stopped in front of him*

Raven: *He sighed deep, wiping his face with his dirty hands* It’s a long story.

Sparkle: Why don’t you try me? *she sighed soft*

Raven: You wouldn't understand....

Sparkle: Again *she raised her voice a bit this time, speaking more firm* why don't you try me?!

Raven:.......

Sparkle: Look, as far as I know, we only got each other right now, so why don't you cut the bs and simply spit it out?

I'm tired and cranky! It's cold and I haven't eaten all day because I couldn't find you! *she sighed frustrated*

I'm in no mood to force you to speak, but on the other hand I also wanna know what's going on when you disappear for a whole fucking day... I don't wanna get lost in this place, you told me to stick to you at all cost, that's pretty hard to do when you just decide to go missing for the day...

Raven: *He sighed deep* You're right.

Sparkle: ........ Obviously, I'm a mom!

Raven: *He looked at her with a soft sigh, and it wasn't till now as the moon lit up his face, that she noticed he had been crying*

Sparkle: *She frowned soft and felt bad for him* Are you okay?

Raven: I ran into my past self today.... me.... I ran into me today

Sparkle: *She gasped softly* Wont that change the future?

Raven: No, he didn't see me. I had forgotten he would be here today, I thought he... I would come a couple days from now, but I forgot that plans changed and it all happened today instead...

Sparkle: 'It all happened today?'... What happened?

Raven: *He gestured at the burned house*.... I came too late

Sparkle:....... you came here to prevent a fire?

Raven: Not just any fire

Sparkle: I thought you said not to change anything cause it could affect the future

Raven: I had to try this one thing at least

Sparkle: *She frowned deep* What could be so important that you are willing to risk everything for it!?!

Raven: *He sighed deep* It was the first time I killed a child... a small girl named Gwendolyn.

Sparkle:......... *she frowned soft, rather shocked at Raven's words. She wasn't naive, at least not when it came to what Raven was, and what he was capable of, but she still hadn't been prepared for this answer* How small?

Raven:..... like Penny...

Sparkle: *She had to gasp as she felt as if all air had gotten knocked out of her, and sat down on the floor* What happened?

Raven: *He frowned deep*.... I was in my late teen years/early adulthood, it's complicated with immortals to determine an exact age.... sex with animals and adult humans just didn't seem interesting enough for me any longer, and when I spotted Gwendolyn's big sister at the market one day... she was just about 10 years old, I knew I had to have her. So I went to her parents place to ask for her, I offered to buy her, to marry her, it wasn't uncommon back then to buy really young brides. But they refused, told me I was a pervert and demanded I left and never come back. But I did come back, offering more and more riches, till Adele's father finally caved and agreed to sell her. But I got greedy, all the experience had taught me was that money could buy anything or anyone, at the right price. So I came back for Gwendolyn too. My one mistake was that I was unfortunately very drunk that night, and back then I angered easily from alcohol. So when I was told no, I broke out in a gigantic rage. When I woke up from my blackout, I was sitting on the floor of a burning house, with the body of a dead Gwendolyn in my hands. She was so pure... the purest thing I have ever come across, and I took that away from her. I took her innocence that night, and with it, my last shred of innocence died as well. *He sighed deep and stood up, running his fingers over a scorched wall beam* I came back to prevent myself from ever coming here. And you might think it's purely for the selfless reason of saving Gwen's life, but it's not just that. It's saving mine too. You see, if I had never turned down that dark path, I would never have felt so much remorse. I would never have traveled the path where I met Andy, and that way I would never have met Peter and Ben. *He frowned deep*

Sparkle:.... that might be, but you also wouldn't have met Andy... or Akin... or Evan.... I don't know, Raven? It seems like an awful lot to give up for one life.

Raven: *He looked at her surprised*

Sparkle: What? I'm not as innocent as I look? I keep telling people that, no one listens *she shrugged* look I get where you come from and why you would wish to change something, but maybe you came too late, cause you are not supposed to change this. Perhaps, as fucked up as it is, it happened for a reason...

Raven: A lot of innocent people are going to die, not just her

Sparkle: Yet it's her you hang onto, her you try to save, not everyone else....

Raven: *He walked over the creaky floors and sighed deep* I barely remember the others, but the image of her and what I did to her tiny body, still haunts me. As a mom, you should understand. Imagine if I raped Penny and then started eating her leftovers *he froze for a moment, his eyes turning very distant, as if he was reliving the moment* I'm a monster

Sparkle: Hey *she quickly stepped up behind him, speaking in a soft, caring voice* Look at me

Raven: *He slowly turned around*

Sparkle: You're not a monster, and we all have a past *she gently placed a hand against his chest, stroking her thumb soothing against him*

Raven: *He sighed soft and closed his eyes* Most days I feel like I should never have been born. Perhaps the best thing to do, would be to go back in time and prevent my mom from ever conceiving me. I'm sure my dad would be more than pleased with that.

Sparkle: Then he's an idiot. You're wonderful... *She leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips*

Raven: Don't *he whispered hoarsely* I'm a bad person... you shouldn't want to do things like that, with someone like me.

Sparkle: Perhaps *her voice grew into a heated whisper* but you're the one who tells me to stop allowing other people the control of my life, and take back the wheel... this is me... taking back the wheel....

Raven: *He sighed soft, hungry for what she had to offer, slowly leaning forwards, trying to reach her lips as she playfully leaned slightly backwards to tease him. He slowly reached a hand up, letting his fingertips run over her soft cheek*

Sparkle: *A soft moan slipped her, their lips nearly touching, and she could feel his steamy breath against her lips. The air full of passion, a passion she had always longed for, but never truly had* Take me... and don't hold back... I know you are, even when I tell you not to

Raven: I hold back for your safety *he sighed soft, leaning closer*

Sparkle: I'm immortal now...

Raven: Doesn't mean you can't die *his lips so close by now, she could almost taste them*

Sparkle: Are you gonna stop being such a whiny pussy and take me, or what?!

Raven: *He groaned soft and grabbed her hips, roughly spinning her around, pressing his boner against her butt as he leaned in and started kissing her neck as if he was going to devour her*

Sparkle: *She moaned relieved and observed the cold night air around them, turning her steamy breath into fog* Fuck me like you mean it!

Raven: *He moaned deep and let a hand run up her body, squeezing her boobs one by one*

*It was late evening as the 4 of them stumbled through the front door of Ezra's place*

Andy: *He was laughing loud* You're such a fucking idiot!!!

Adrian: Well at least I'm not the drunk one

Andy: *He snorted amused* Maybe you would lighten up if you were drunk

Pete: *He snorted amused* I doubt it

Andy: *He laughed even louder*

Adrian: *He sighed deep* Rule number one... don't-

Ben: -Encourage him

Pete: *He chuckled goofy and marched into the house as if he owned it*

Willow: What the hell?! *She looked surprised as she randomly walked out from a bathroom, butt naked* Pete?! *she squealed loudly and ran towards the group, throwing herself at Pete as if he was a long lost friend, wrapping her arms around his neck* Holy fuck!!!

Ben: *His eyes got wide and his cheeks red*

Adrian: *He chuckled soft and mumbled to himself* Now that's something to smile at!

Andy: *He frowned and cringed as he noticed his daughters naked body pressed against Pete* Hoe-bag!

Willow: *She laughed loud in her hoarse voice and tussled Pete's hair* Fuck it's so nice to see you again man!!! *she smiled bright as she let go of Pete, tip-toed a few steps backwards and studied him closely, as if she was trying to make sure not a single part of him was missing*

Andy: *A whiny whimper sounded from deep inside him* Please put some fucking clothes on when you have guests

Willow: *She scoffed lightly* You're such a baby! *She pulled her tongue at her dad and marched towards the living room* If you had called in advance you wouldn't have walked in on me naked! Want Pizza?

Pete: Pizza? *he quickly hurried after Willow*

Andy: *More whimpering sounds as he hurried after the two of them, gently grabbing Pete's arm* You're aware she's naked?

Pete: *He laughed soft* Andy, I was dead, not blind...

Andy: *If it wasn't for the naked Willow, he would have laughed at Pete's joke, cause he actually found it quite funny, instead he let out another whimper*

Pete: *He snorted amused and decided to join Willow in torturing Andy, so he quickly sat down next to her, casually wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grabbed a slice of pizza from the box on the table standing in front of them, now that they were sitting on the couch* Looks delicious *he grinned as he started munching*

Willow: Thanks babe! *she smirked*

Andy: *He whimpered soft* He was talking about the pizza!

Pete: *He smirked teasingly and had to concentrate not to laugh* I meant Willow

Andy: *A loud whimper before he left the room* I'm gonna go find Ezra!!!

Willow: *She laughed loud* In his room with Daniel!

Andy: *More whimpering was his only answer*

Willow: *She laughed soft and shook her head, nudging Pete with her elbow* Thanks for the help, but now that we succeeded, please hand me that bathrobe over there so I can go get into some clothes, I wouldn't wanna torture Ben and Adrian as well *she winked at Pete*

Pete: *He snorted soft and reached for a colorful robe just a few meters from him and handed it to Willow* Nice to see you again!

Willow: *She smiled wide and quickly got the robe on, closing it tight* I'll be right back, Pete, how about I bring some weed, and I kick your ass on the Playstation?

Pete: *He grinned wide and nodded eager, happily munching his pizza*

Willow: *She smiled soft as she crossed Adrian and Ben, still hiding in the hallway* Sorry about that, but he's such an easy target, it's hard for me not to mess with him *she chuckled soft* Anyway, Pete can stay here as long as he needs, until you figure if he should temporarily move in with you or dad finds a place to buy

Ben: *He frowned soft*

Willow: No I get it, I do, you two have always found a way to take care of yourself, and the idea of someone buying you a home, might seem very off and unpleasant, but you're part of a family now, a family that cares a lot, and we are not about to let you live on the streets again. So you better find a way to make peace with that *she smiled soft* Look you guys are more than welcome to stay, if you're hungry there's food enough for you two as well. You can join Pete and I in the living room or join the others on the roof... or your can go be alone at home, if you have some catching up to do *she smiled soft* he's safe here as long as he mainly sticks to the house and roof

Ben: *He frowned a bit uncertain* The pizza smells nice

Adrian: *He smiled at Ben surprised* Are you hungry?

Ben: *He nodded soft* Enough to eat NY pizza

Adrian: *He sighed soft and nodded* I guess we stay then...

#Trigger warning:#Sadness #loss #murder #Sparkle Diamondsheart #Sparks #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Willow Amalthea Shaw-Cullman #Will #Peter Franco #Benjamin Misaki Ryan #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Adrian Blackwood #unicorntales

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Titans 3x08 Home spoilers

This episode was okay. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great. It did fall flat though.

Kory once again was the highlight of the episode but I wish her vision scene went somewhere though. It lead her to that crown place then we never revisit that it was just done so maybe in a later episode. They are slowly building Kory going back to Tameran for sure; the signs are there. But I want to know what memories Kory is repressing that she keep having blackouts.

Can we talk about how domestic Dickkory is in that kitchen scene? Like I just saw a husband and wife talking, not two “co-workers” which one of them has a date that he never shows up for thank you car The scene was a cute moment between these two and Brenton and Anna alway put in the top notch chemistry in every one of their scenes no matter what their characters are doing and I appreciate that for them.

DB scenes weren’t that bad but they still can’t sell the relationship aspect it; it felt more friendship vibes. I think the titans are going to be wanted in the net episode and i feel like Babs will have something to do with that so maybe next episode bye bye DB. I was hoping for Kory to be effect by DB but she’s not in the slightest which is okay, she got her own problems.

The way I scream when I saw Kom and Conner in bed together, okay I decided that I liked them but it’s going to end badly. But I died when Kory called them out.

I really like Tim. He’s very smart and make Dick sweat the way he just kept revealing things to him. I can see Tim being in the next season of Titans.

At first I thought that Gar was going to get hurt by Jason but I do think Jason wants to change which surprise surprise we knew it was going to happened because it’s Jason. But Dick agreeing to Jason coming back home, I felt that Dick was going to turn Jason in cause it seems like Dick is playing a game that’s going to end in a lose-lose situation. I’m with Kory, after killing Hank and doing all those things to terrorize Gotham, I can’t forgive Jason either. Glad Kory called him out on it. Even Babs is supicious of Dick’s intentions especially since every conversation they have is about bringing in Jason and Crane. Again Babs, wake up and leave this man but whatever you two are going to learn the hard way.

Crane really creeps me out and not in a good way, I had to skip his scenes.

Dick getting hit by the car happen but it not give him the wake up call he needed. In fact, it made it things worst and he’s hallucinating again which is going to end badly for him.

I am going to get my self excited for the next episode because it’s the return of Rachel. I have miss that space witch and hopefully we see Donna Troy return as well.

#titans #titans season 3 #titans spoilers

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Whatever happens tonight Tim has backed himself into a corner. I don’t want to jinx it but there’s no way anything other than its closer the end is near. No matter what type of small/ useless scene Tim forces her into will matter. Whether that be her doing a story on the blackout/ Harry being kidnapped. She asked Buck to hang out and he declines to see Chris. Whether we see them in the last scene together because it will only show how things are even closer to ending. There is no way Buck can end this episode happy. Unless he sees Chris. Also even if there on the couch or maybe laying in his bed (I know ugh). That will be an exact parallel to the scene with Eddie/Ana from s4 with them on the couch. Which was a few seconds and useless and went no where. They are ending things hopefully tonight like we all hope. So even if sadly Bucks last scene tonight is with her it will be an exact parallel to the scene with Eddie. Further proving/ showing they are running parallel lives/ storylines. We all know where that ended for Eddie. Tim whatever you do even a forced kiss scene its inevitable and nothing can change that. I think you did this on purpose but also your super annoying so yeah.

#911 fox #evan buckley #anti taylor kelly #anti Buck/taylor #buddie #I am being realistic so Im not disappointed I will be annoyed but not disappointed

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Brooklyn Nine Nine: Season 7 Retrospective

Finally done with season 7. I'm pretty impressed that I managed to finish all episodes before season 8 began. But that also speaks to the bingeability of the show. Season 7 is one of the less eventful seasons of the show in terms of plot. Unlike the previous seasons, there are no plot through lines or sub stories that drive the season. Its a very light and fun season with no major darkness lurking throughout. If I had to pinpoint one arc for the season then that would have to be Jake and Amy trying to have a baby with the season ending with the baby's birth. So the season basically charts them trying and then conceiving and giving birth.

This season does feel a lot faster and that obviously has to do with it being the shortest season. All the episodes this season are enjoyable. The first half of the season deals with a shift in dynamics of the precinct with Holt being a patrol officer. The show has some fun with that, since it gets him actively involved in more frivolous activities like the Jimmy Jab games, having to deal with doing mundane duties and taking orders from Jake and Terry in various episodes. The first half of the season also has Vanessa Bayer as a guest star in a handful of episodes as Debbie and she even has an episode named after her. I know people have a mixed opinion of her but I quite enjoyed her kooky vibe. I think the show missed an opportunity not following up on the dead twin sister idea that was planted in the premiere. That could have been fun. We get returns from Adrian Pimento and Doug Judy. Pimemento is a fun episode.

Like I mentioned before, I enjoy all the episodes. However, the Jimmy Jab games II isn't quite the home run compared to its predecessor in season 2. Its not quite as snappy with the pacing and humor but it gives Rosa and Holt some nice moments as well as show how Jake and Amy have now grown as a couple but haven't changed in essence of who they are. Valloweaster is another strong heist episode and it has some neat twists. Its not quite top tier heist episode but it ranks somewhere in the middle. The show got a fairly big casting coup by getting JK Simmons in the titular role as Dillman. That's a strong Charles episode and a good one for the Jake and Charles dynamic. Its always cool when they flip the dynamic a bit.

There are a few episodes that I really love. Towards the top of the list is Trying which is the most serious of the episodes of the season. And its a very effective one at that. Having experienced my sister close hand through the struggles of conceiving, the episode rang very honest and true and in the end, beautifully bittersweet. I thought the way they handled how exhausting and stressful the process is was very well done and I like that they let the episode end on a bittersweet note. They didn't puncture the drama of the scene but they also showed why Jake and Amy work so well together. They are always there to comfort each other even during difficult times. The only thing about this that doesn't work is no fault of anyone, which is that Melissa Fumero was so obviously pregnant all season. It does make it a little more difficult to buy into it, but I can't hold it against the show. I also thing that for drama purposes, they should have held them actually getting pregnant for a few episodes. I suppose it was tough to do so given how Melissa was showing quite prominently and they couldn't hide it for much longer. Irrespectively, Ding Dong is also one of the funniest episodes of the season. As with every season, there are always a couple of Holt special. This episode is a Holt special. We get both petty Holt and vindictive Holt, with a gloriously reactive Rosa to boot. It also was a sign that the show was starting to wrap up mentally with them killing of Wuntch. I thought they addressed the rivalry and Holt's feeling of her being gone very well. But the episode was a masterclass of Holt insults. Similarly brilliant is Ransom, which puts the Holt, Kevin, and Jake dynamic in the forefront. Adding Cheddar to the mix and there is no way to go wrong. Only Andre Braugher can make you crack up with a fierce delivery of "you took the wrong fluffy boy" and yet have it be completely believable. The action scene with Holt is probably the longest action scene I have seen on the show. Jake's reaction to the whole thing is delightful. Like with the wedding episode, 'Lights Out' also falls into the standard "everything goes wrong during birth of child" episode. But its heartwarming and funny and very true to the characters. Pretty much everyone gets to deliver memorable moments. We get a great Rosa and Amy dynamic with Rosa taking care of Amy while Amy takes charge during a blackout while her water broke, we see Terry and Holt dancing to hip hop, we see Jake and Charles foiling a bank robbery, and we even see Hitchcock and Scully make a birthing suite for Amy at the precinct. Its a very fun way to end the season and it ends ironically with the words "everyone wash your hands".

In many ways season 7 felt like the show finally starting to wrap up. the ending of the Wuntch and Holt rivalry was one sign. Also the show completed the arc for Jake that I always foresaw for the character, where he went from being an irresponsible man child in season 1 to a responsible adult who became a father, without loosing his innate goofball charm. I feel the show successfully completed that arc, which was evident in episode like Admiral Peralta, where you see he is by far the most mature of the Peralta men. As a result, I was not too shocked when they announced the end of the show with season 8. With the events of 2020 and the way the season ended, it felt that the show mostly just needed to close the books on the characters in terms of their professional lives. The season was a fun blast. Its not the level of season 1, 2, and 5. Its better than season 4 and 6. So it lands along with season 3 at a 8.5/10. While its sad to see the show come to an end with season 8, I am happy it gets to go out on its own terms. I am curious to see where the characters land. Will Holt become Commissioner, will Terry become Captain, will they flash forward to Amy becoming Captain. What happens with Rosa and Charles? Captain Kim did open an interesting notion for Jake maybe joining the FBI. That seems like the right sort of career progression for him since he isn't interested in management type of work required in becoming Sergeant or Lieutenant or further. Whatever it is, I'm confident the show will end on a good note.

#b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #raymond holt #jake peralta #terry jeffords #amy santiago #rosa diaz #charles boyle #gina linetti #andre braugher #andy samberg #melissa fumero #terry crews #stephanie beatriz #joe lo truglio #chelsea peretti #peraltiago

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Stark Legacy

Tony Stark sacrificed his life with the intention of saving the world and his family. In doing so, the youngest of Stark's has been left alone in the world for the first time since being rescued from HYDRA. The last of Howard and Maria's children, the question has risen from the public eye on if they will take the place their brother and father held. Now faced with the demons of their past, how will they learn to live in a world without their family, and how will they finally deal with the trauma that lingers in their mind?

Six months have passed since Tony's snap. Six months of self-destruction and confining themselves from the world, the youngest Stark is doing whatever they can to fight off the thoughts of their fallen family and losing the man who was supposed to be there always, wondering how to carry on the Stark Legacy.

Following the events of Stark's Girl, explore the world post-Blip, post-Tony Stark's death. A look into the deep trauma of losing family and love, the history of HYDRA and the unknown brutal assassin program they hid for years, and the real truth about what happened in Paris 2015.

chapter one : "the only person"

chapter two : "the same fucked up past"

chapter three : "you knew?"

chapter four : "i thought i made him happy" (TBA)

chapter five : "the phantom program" (TBA)

chapter six : "the truth about paris, and the winter soldier" (TBA)

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Stark’s Girl

part 013/015 “i’m not going anywhere”

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The Avengers Compound has not changed one bit, albeit the lack of people roaming the halls was hard to ignore. Your first couple months with Nat had gone relatively smoothly and you didn’t have a single blackout episode yet, but you had been taking precautions. You didn’t tune into the news, opting instead for streamed episodes of that Office show tony demanded you finish. Natasha had introduced you to podcasts, but you were careful to avoid any of the ones about “Moving on After the Blip,” or “Remembering before the Blip,” because you were sure you’d lose it. Sometimes you chose to just listen to soft classical music, which was your choice for today. It was the weekend, things had been quiet on the communication end for Natasha, so she dismissed you for a couple days (not that she wouldn’t be able to call for you if she needed, but the idea of having free time was nice.)

Every week you set aside some time to come to the deserted half of the Residence hall.. The rooms that once were lived in by other Avengers were abandoned, and this was one of the most glaring reminders of what was lost four years ago. You had a pattern that you always stuck to, and you always started with Sam’s room, clearing off any dust that may have accumulated and repositioned the knick knacks that adorned the shelves that lined the walls. There were pictures of him with his flight partner wearing the wings that Sam had made his own.

Vision’s room was a little more bare. And by a little more you mean it was basically two chairs and a painting. Nonetheless you made sure the painting always hung straight and no dust dared to stay on the famous Mulberry Tree. Sometimes you’d stop and wonder why Vision had chosen this painting out of everything, and almost always you opted for the answer that Vision admired Van Gogh’s acknowledgement of no matter his place in the world, all he could do was carry on and paint. Maybe that resonated with Vision, especially given his connection with Wanda.

Wanda’s room was more homey, you had always admired what she had done with the place. There had been a number of times she’d let you come in with a bowl of popcorn and you both would watch old timey sitcoms together. You took great care in making sure her room was exactly how she left it, and made sure to replace the vanilla sage wall scent just in case.

The last room that you often avoided was Steve’s. Nat said that he stopped by often for laundry purposes and to check in, but you had yet to see him since you moved back in. Was it an invasion of privacy or was it a nice gesture since you’d done everyone else’s? With a deep breath and steady hand, you pushed open Steve’s door and turned the light on and took in the sight.

It was almost exactly how you remembered it. The bed remained untouched all this time, still made perfectly just how Steve had done every morning. No one must’ve come in here in awhile, or maybe Steve did the last time he had come to see Nat, because there was a faint hint of his cologne in the air. You did notice that the small touches Steve did have in here were long gone, the only hint that anything had adorned the shelving in the room was the faint outlines that were slowly but surely being covered by dust. You hesitantly ran a dust rag over the shelving, going row by row before beeping interrupted your cleaning regime.

“Stupid earphones,” you grumbled and took them out your ear and shoved them into your pockets. You made a note to self to charge them when you went back to your room (and not run them through the washer like you did with tony’s pair that one time). You reached down for the windex to spray the mirror that hung on the wall when you gasped at the sight of someone standing behind you.

“What the hell, Steve,” you exclaimed.

Steve stood in the doorway holding a basket with what looked like a heap of clothing in it. The small smile that graced his face let you know that he was amused, and not afraid to show it. “So we’re breaking and entering now?”

The callback to your first meeting post-Siberia fallout didn’t fall flat. You stood a little straighter and motioned towards the door. “I um.. I did the other’s and thought I should do yours too.”

“That’s a nice gesture,” Steve confirmed. He took small strides into the room, never giving off more than a casual vibe, and set his basket down on the bed. Steve proceeded to start folding the clothes he pulled out and you weren’t sure if you should leave or not, but the feeling was quickly squashed. “Don’t let me stop you from your routine.”

The term he used made you raise a brow, but you also didn’t question him on how he knew of your routine. Instead, you turned back to the mirror and sprayed it down, and wiped away the liquid with paper towels. The only sound in the room was the light squeaks made from your wipes, and the soft sound of his clothes falling into folded piles. When you finished you turned around and set the windex in the carrier you had with more cleaning supplies which caused him to look up from what he was doing. “Right I should.. Get out your way.”

You grabbed the carrier with no objection from Steve and made your way to the door. As much as it pained you to admit it, sometimes you missed his company. Steve had always been the one person you felt at home with, besides Tony and his family of course. But with Steve it was like.. Like how Pepper and Morgan were to Tony.. His family. Steve had begun to feel like yours, and maybe that’s why it was hard to not have that anymore. But his voice tore you from your thoughts, and froze you in your tracks. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“What?” You asked, unsure if he was even speaking to you. You turned around to him and he indeed was looking your way, folding a shirt in the process.

“Have you had dinner?” He asked again.

“Uh,” you checked your wrist and the watch you were wearing blinked back up at you that it was 6:45. “Actually no I haven’t.”

“Nat was planning on a late night to catch Rhodey on an update on a mission,” Steve started, placing the shirt he was folding down behind him and meeting your gaze again. “I was thinking Thai?”

You didn’t answer right away, averting your gaze to the floor in thought, which made Steve smile. “Oh come on.. I know it’s your favorite.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and raise a brow at him. “We’ve resorted to bribery?”

“If that’s what it takes,” Steve admitted. You found yourself biting your lip and finally gave him a nod.

“Alright, I’m game, but only if I get some of those little cheese rolls,” you countered. Steve nodded with a grin on his face.

“Deal. I have another load finishing but let’s meet in the kitchen in.. Thirty?” He asked.

You nodded in agreement and took a step back out the room, “Thiry.”

It was a nerve wrecking thirty minutes. Did you dress up? Why would you even dress up? Steve was just being.. Nice. That was all! And you weren’t so easily swayed with the offer of food, though the grumbling in your stomach said otherwise. When you had caught a glimpse of yourself you hurriedly changed out of the disheveled shirt you had been wearing and threw on some sweater you had found in your closet. It was warm and cozy, but also more put together. Did you want to look put together? God, why were you even stressing out like this? Steve and you were done, finished, over.. But you couldn’t help but think back to his smile. The damn smile was enough to make your head feel light. You tapped your phone against your thigh when a message came thru from Nat, and you scoffed at it.

Nat: Give me a heads up if things get steamy, I don’t want to hear make up sex tonight.

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Stark’s Girl

part 014/015 “one more time, captain”

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It’s been five years since the Blip. You had been back by Natasha’s side for almost six months now, and she was grateful for every moment. There were days where she would break down (which until recently was unheard of) and you would be there by her side. And she had done what she could to help you out with your trauma. Before you accepted her offer of coming back, she had put two and two together when she recognized the faces on the news to the faces that had adorned a spare room in that house of yours in Ransdorp. Natasha had a past of her own, no doubt about that, so she could relate to how you had felt when you admitted on your own time what you had been up to those few years after Siberia.

It wasn’t an easy conversation, at one point you had broken down into sobs and reminded her a lot of herself when she had taken some time after a mission gone wrong years back. She mostly understood the shame that coursed through you, but one thing she made you understand was what HYDRA had done, the things you did because of them, wasn’t your fault. Natasha also made sure to tell you the blackouts weren’t your fault either, and she understood why you did what you had done. Although it was trauma you would have to live with, she knew the feeling better than most of losing your years to programs like that.

All of this was to say that both women had a newfound respect and understanding of one another. It became easier to work alongside one another, being able to almost anticipate one’s actions and decisions as they occurred. No one had seemed to really get Nat like that since Barton.. Which was why she was so hell bent on tracking him down.

Natasha had come to the realization about a year ago that Barton had gone off the radar because his family was among those they lost. When bodies started piling up (not due to your hands) and some of the known details were faint signatures of Barton’s handiwork.. Nat made it her mission to find him. Because this was not him. And although he was taking down some questionable people, they weren’t responsible for Thanos.

“Listen fur-face,” Carol Danvers threw out that regained Nat’s attention. “I’m covering a lot of territory. The things that are happening on Earth are happening everywhere, on thousands of planets.”

“All right all right, that’s a good point,” Rocket remarked. Nat stole a glance your way to which you only offered a shrug as Carol continued.

“So.. You might not see me for a long time,” she redirected towards Nat. Natasha nodded her head and leaned forward on the desk she sat behind.

“Alright.. Well this channel is always active. If anything goes sideways, anyone’s making trouble where they shouldn’t, it comes through me.”

Everyone agreed and one by one the holograms disappeared. You took a seat in front of the desk, and Nat redirected her attention to Rhodes. “Where are you?

“Mexico,” Rhodes answered. “The Federales found a room full of bodies, looks like a bunch of cartel guys. They never even had a chance to get their guns off.”

Nat shrugged her shoulders and sat back in her seat. “Probably a rival gang.”

“Except it isn’t,” Rhodes countered. Natasha’s eyes shift, and your gaze shoots up at her. “It’s definitely Barton.. What he’s done here, what he’s been doing the last few years.. Nat, the scene he left?.. I gotta tell you, a part of me doesn’t want to find him.”

Natasha grabbed the sand which she had prepared just earlier and bit a piece off. She just needed to focus on something other than what Rhodes was telling her, she didn’t need anyone to see her cry right now. “Will you find out where he’s going next?”

“Nat,” Rhodes tried to warn.

“Please,” Natasha pleaded. You glanced Rhodey’s way and he met your eyes. You offered a grim look, and he sighed.

“Okay.”

And with that Rhodey’s comm broke off too. You watched as Nat placed the sandwich back down and sighed deeply, all before her face began to scrunch up into a sob. You were quick out of your seat and moved around the desk and kneeled by her side. “Nat.. Nat we’re gonna find him.”

“I just don’t know why he couldn’t come to me,” she sniffled and rubbed at her eyes. “I know this must be hard for him, losing Laura and the kids, but he could’ve come to me.”

You reached your hand out to rub her shoulder and let out a small sigh. “Sometimes it’s hard to let those you care about see in you in those dark places.”

Nat finished rubbing under her eyes and grabbed the sandwich off her plate again with her other hand. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding the talk with Steve?”

You bit back the smile and stood. She had done what she did best, diverted the conversation from herself to something else. “You’re still on about that?”

“Oh come on, I’ve seen the way you look at one another,” Natasha prodded as you went to gather your things. “How much longer are you going to wait to be happy?”

The question made you pause, and before you could respond Nat perked up at something behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and was met with none other than Steve Rogers, hands in his pockets, and with a small smile on his face.

“Speak of the devil,” Natasha joked. Your gaze immediately went back to her and you gave her your best glare, while Steve raised his brow at her. They were so easy to mess with, she thought. “Here to do your laundry?”

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Stark's Girl

part 015/015 "the real hero"

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an: okay so... this is long and honestly... be prepared for an ending that took me days to write. i do not take any ownership on dialogue/scenes used from endgame, and i tried to make it original as well... anyways, here's the final part, and i can't wait to see what y'all think of the ending :3 oop i cried three times in this so be ready.

Was this actually going to work? Were the Avengers really about to get everyone back? According to Tony.. No. There were too many factors against it.

You tried to talk to him about it that night, but Tony avoided the conversation like the plague. By the morning Tony had disappeared and you were set to head back to the Compound that evening. You hadn’t heard from anyone if they had gotten anywhere beyond Tony’s involvement but it raised the question.. Who would even be able to make it work besides him? Hank Pym had been blipped, and as far as you knew this must be outside of Banner’s expertise. Tony was avoiding you, and that bugged you.

You understood the hesitation, but you knew how tore up he was about losing the Parker kid, even to this day. Morgan and Pepper were his world, this was his fresh start, so if it didn’t work then it was all for nothing. But what if it did? Then everyone would be back, and things would go back to how they were.

You zipped your bag shut and reached for your phone that laid on the bed. There were no new messages and you couldn’t help but sigh when there was a light tap on the door frame behind you. You glanced over your shoulder before tossing your phone into the bag and picking it up, and facing your brother fully. “Look who decided to say goodbye.”

“Got everything?” Tony asked and motioned his hands. “Clothes, toiletries-”

“I have everything,” you reassured him. “Was that all or.. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Tony sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. You dropped your bag to the floor and sat down on your bed, and pat the spot next to you. Tony pushed himself off the door frame and ended up by your side, and you hit him with your shoulder. “Go on old man.”

“I hate it when you call me that,” Tony grumbled before he sighed and looked at you. “I just don’t see it working. And I can’t risk losing all of this.”

“I get that Tony, I really do,” you replied. You slid closer to him and snaked your arm through his and rested your head against his arm. “What you have here it’s.. Well I haven’t seen anything like it since mom and dad.”

“But you want me to figure it out,” Tony said. You sighed and looked up at him.

“I just.. I want to know if you really think it won’t work.”

Tony sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“It’s never been explored, I get that,” you told him. You unlatched yourself from his side and stood, and grabbed your bag before placing a hand on your brother's shoulder. “I have to get back and see what they’ve come up with though.”

Tony placed his hand over yours and gave you a tight squeeze. He spent the rest of the day with one question on his mind.

Would it work?

When you got back to the Compound the sun was nearly setting, and you sat in your car after switching the engine off. You pulled out the velvet box from your bag and ran your thumb over the top a couple times before pushing the lid open and staring at the contents. The ring inside still had a gleam to it, and you smiled a bit at it. You snapped the box shut and got out the car with your bag in tow, and headed inside. There was a strange brown van parked in the large hangar that made you slow your pace a bit, but you shook it off and continued on your way to the common room. As you got closer you could hear more and more chatter, and prepared yourself for what you were about to walk in on.

“I only have enough Pym particles for a few more goes,” you could hear Scott saying. “So I hope you were able to figure it out.”

“I got it down.. Mostly,” another voice said. It sounded almost like.. Banner?

When you came around the corner you were met with what looked like equations, workarounds, and everyone’s back to you. You had heard about “Professor Hulk” (that’s what his students called him at least) but you hadn’t seen Banner since after the blip. It was definitely, well, something. You came to a halt and couldn’t help but smile. “I see you guys have made progress since I saw you.”

Everyone turned around and Natasha approached with a smile. “Did he come around?”

“No,” you admitted. “He has a family now Nat, they mean the world to him.. And he doesn’t think it’ll work.”

“Well,” Nat looked back at Banner before he moved out of the way. “We might have a start.”

Bruce (Hulk?) explained everything. Tomorrow they would attempt time travel by sending Scott back to the 1950’s, and pull him right back. He said it would be easy, and checked his work multiple times to prove it. It sounded plausible, but until the morning no one would really know if it could work. Your nerves were shot at just the thought of it, and decided to make yourself some tea. You weren’t a huge fan, so as you dipped your tea bag into the hot water of your mug, the smell made you shake your head.

“You should try adding some honey.”

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Stark Legacy

part 01/?? "the only person"

master list

word count 4.3k

an: :3 welcome to a new fic bc idk how to control myself

WARNING: this part does depict alcohol usage, and mentions of other substances a character uses to cope (though nothing is explicitly mentioned).

“An unemployment and housing crisis skyrockets to higher levels as people still struggle to adjust and accommodate the population we had years ago. Streets are littered with people seeking hope-”

“According to world economists, the surge in loan denials is leading to an unprecedented end, leaving the experts scrambling for a way to get the economy back on track, also claiming that the Global Repatriation Council may be asking for too much-”

“Protests break out across Switzerland as support for the group known as the Flag Smashers rises, with the Global Repatriation Council denying any comment on the matter, as well as refusing to comment on the rumours that the newly titled Captain America is investigating the matter-”

“What can we expect from Stark Industries now that Tony Stark is no longer with us? Pepper Potts, while having led the company in a positive direction prior to the Blip, has had no new developments over the last six months. With these newfound challenges the world is facing we’re left to wonder.. Who is going to step up as the ingenious mind behind new innovation? Will the youngest Stark continue on in the steps of father and brother, or are we seeing the end of the Stark Legacy?”

Click.

Silence filled the blue colored cottage that was tucked away at the end of the street in Ransdorp. Though dim and lifeless inside the cottage, outside the sun shined while birds chirped away happily and the sound of children playing echoed through the air. But inside the cottage, all alone, someone stood and tossed a television remote back onto the couch that was once occupied. They shed the blanket that had been wrapped around their shoulders all night while listening to all the different news reports, and entering a small bedroom and dressed in the dark. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and after shuffling through the cottage to grab a few things, the back doors were pushed and locked open, and a breeze blew through the house.

You squinted as you put a sun hat on and oversized sunglasses, overlooking the green oasis you had worked on every day for the last six months. Pushing away the thoughts of what the news had been saying, you stepped down onto the wooden patio that lined the back door and carried a hefty packed bag with you to the garden you had planted. You set the bag down and kneeled into the soft grass, and got to work on picking on fresh vegetables to use for your dinner later. Lucky for you, the soil was perfect here.

So… How have the last six months been for you?

Well the garden was a distraction your neighbor had suggested after finally catching you one day while throwing out a bag full of alcohol bottles you had consumed. You could see her take a second glance over your disheveled appearance, but she ignored it for the most part (which thankfully she did, you were a little sick of people telling you how to feel at the time). Naturally, instead of working through your problems, you distracted yourself from them.

But in all honesty… It’s been hard. Maybe it was selfish of you to think so, but you felt like you had been dealt one of the shittiest hands from the universe. The pressure from the world after… After Tony’s death was suffocating. As more paparazzi followed you around, the worse that anxiety had gotten. With that newfound attention, you had also been summoned by the United States government to attest for your time as a HYDRA agent. Lucky for you, in some way, they dropped any serious charges due to your restraint under the program, but sentenced you to weekly therapy sessions (since SHIELD had denied to disclose your mental capabilities). To your knowledge, Bucky Barnes had been offered a similar deal. The therapy lasted all of a month before you… Negotiated your way out of it, and returned to this safe place.

You drowned yourself in drinks and other activities after leaving New York, which in turn made your black-out episodes reappear, which had become evident as the photographed wall in your second bedroom started to be crossed out fast. You couldn’t help but twitch at the thought, and steered clear of that subject. But as of five months ago, you were all but cut off from all things Avengers.

Everyone had gone their own separate ways for the most part. Wanda was off the radar, Sam had gone and gotten a contract with the Air Force, Clint got his family back, Rhodey was some top notch Air Force guy (you didn’t really know what he was up to nowadays), Thor was gone offworld, Scott was making up for lost time with his family, and Bucky… Well, you didn’t know much about that situation either. Sam had tried to reach out after everything, but in one of your drunken states you threw your phone in the Weersloot river. You didn’t need a reminder of that day, or those few weeks even.

You never played the message Happy had given you from Tony. You never had the courage to do so, and you had it tucked away in your room safe and sound. Honestly? You were starting to think you never would be ready to hear what Tony had to say to you before he died. You just couldn’t bear to hear it, never would… Because if he even mentioned someone’s name you didn’t know how you would react.

When you started to think about Steve, you picked up a drink to take your mind off it. You had yet to come to terms with him leaving, because it still hurt like the day it happened.

Losing Tony was the worst thing that could’ve happened in your eyes. He was your family, though Pepper and Morgan had become your family too, Tony was the last piece of your family you could hold onto. The last shred to the past you fought so hard to remember and cherish, and now him and that part of you was gone. He was your everything. He always would be.

But Steve? Losing Steve wasn’t something you had ever even considered. While Tony was your soul, Steve was your heart. Despite everything you two had been through, the feelings hurt and the years it took to make it back together, Steve always had your heart. He was the man you wanted to fall asleep with and wake up to. He was the man you talked about growing old with, what life would be like if he gave up the Captain America mantle, he was supposed to be your future...

And then he stayed in the past, and left you here confused. Hurt. Alone.

You lost the two people you had left in the world. Your heart and your soul. And it was the most devastating blow you had ever felt… Everyday you wondered how someone comes back from something like that, if it was even possible.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a hefty softball landed in a thud in your garden and smushed one of your little tomatoes. You blinked at the sight before grabbing the ball and looking up to see the familiar short boy next door pulling himself up on the fence that separated your yard from his, and you grabbed a rag from your bag and wiped the softball off.

“Je vernielt in zijn eentje mijn tuin, weet je,” (You’re single-handedly ruining my garden, you know) you said to the boy and looked up at him through your sunglasses.

“Vergeef mij,” (Forgive me) he said and rested his head on his hands to watch you finish wiping his ball off. “Mijn vader wilde niet met mij spelen” (My dad wouldn’t play with me).

You stopped wiping for a moment and could see the sad look in the kids face. You smiled softly and stood, making your way over to the fence and handing him his ball back, though his expression didn’t change.

“Vraag het me de volgende keer dat je wilt spelen, oké?” (Next time you want to play, come ask me, okay?) You told him, and the smile reappeared on his face and he gave you a nod. You ruffled his hair as he jumped back off the fence and played once again. You went back to your bag, now full with vegetables, and picked it up to head back inside. You had a sweet pasta recipe to try tonight, and you think what you selected should work great-

You stopped in your tracks right before the back door. You lowered your sunglasses and lowered your gaze to the ground as you tried to focus on the sound in the air, the shift in the environment. You may have been slightly hungover but the presence was not hard to miss. You straightened your stance and gripped your sunglasses in your fist.

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Split - Carry You (Chapter 5)

Characters belong to Pixelberry

Title inspiration: Carry You - Ruelle

Summary: A change in the King’s behavior becomes the catalyst to revealing secrets buried beneath the surface.

Warning: This series will contain sensitive and NSFW material. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+.

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Alexandria stood in the entranceway of the beach villa, leaning against the doorframe; her eyes were trained on Liam who was down on the beach. He stood at the shoreline, gazing out at the ocean.

Liam and Alexandria had been on the private island for five days. After much coaxing and cajoling from Alexandria, he agreed to go.

Alexandria had told Liam she thought it would be good for them to get away, to take the time away from their every day, incredibly busy lives to clear their heads and decompress. For them to spend time together, alone, and reconnect. To focus on the two of them.

At first, Liam insisted they stay at the palace. Despite having gone two days without one at home, he feared he may have another episode while away and cause harm to Alexandria. He was worried he would hurt her. Again.

Liam eventually relented … with conditions. He insisted that if he were to have another blackout, act out of character, or put his hands on her in anything other than a loving manner, they would come straight home.

The first couple of days on the island Liam had slept a lot. He had been mentally and emotionally exhausted and it was as if his mind and body were trying to play catch up. Liam also had headaches, which Alexandria paid close attention to. They weren’t like the headaches he had experienced before, they weren’t the ones that signaled the onset of an incident. They were milder, and they went away with some rest.

By day four, Liam looked more like himself. Gone were the dark circles under his eyes and the tension in his muscles. He seemed to be more relaxed. But while he looked himself and seemed somewhat better, he wasn’t completely back. There was something bothering Alexandria. Liam seemed distant with her, both emotionally and physically. She knew why; he did too. Liam still felt guilty over grabbing her arm hard enough to leave a mark. In actuality, the guilt wasn’t the only thing weighing on him, and she knew that. She knew there was something else occupying his mind, something distracting him from her. She just wanted him to open up to her, to get whatever seemed to be still holding him back off his chest so they could move forward.

Liam’s eyes closed as he breathed in the briny aroma of the sea breeze. Curling his toes, he felt the softness of the sand, still damp from the retreating tide. His gaze settled on the far off horizon, the bright hues of the sun melting into the sky and ocean. The seemingly endless sea was masked with an apricot color; umber flowing into turquoise.

Alexandria had been right; this getaway had been good for him. He felt rested, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel stressed. However, there was still something at the forefront of his mind. Guilt. For saying hurtful things to those closest to him. For not remembering; not remembering speaking down to and degrading his wife, not remembering breaking his promises to her. For putting his hands on Alexandria. For hurting her.

Liam worried it would happen again. Although he had gone a week without an incident, he found himself waiting with bated breath to wake in the morning to see that look in his wife’s eyes, letting him know something he couldn’t remember had happened.

They were on a private island with all the time in the world to get lost in one another, for them to reconnect on every level. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. Yet, he hadn’t touched his wife. He didn’t feel as if he deserved to touch her in the way they both wanted.

Liam saw the disappointment in Alexandria’s eyes often during the week: when he would turn down cozying up to her on the hammock outside, or the nights when she would attempt to close the space between them in the bed. Rather than give them both the intimacy they desperately craved, he chose instead to deny them both out of guilt and fear.

Liam heard his name being called and looked back over his shoulder; his gaze fell on Alexandria, leaning her head against the doorway of their villa. She motioned it was almost time to eat before she slowly turned and disappeared inside. He let out a soft sigh as he turned and headed towards the villa to prepare for dinner.

****

A short time later, they were sitting on the beach, having dinner, listening to the sound of the ocean tide gently lapping close by. They both had pan-seared salmon, wild rice, and asparagus. Alexandria glanced up to see Liam lifting a forkful to his mouth, clearly approving of the meal. She knew salmon was one of his favorites, so she had specifically requested it for him.

Alexandria wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin. “How have you been feeling today?”

Liam looked up at his wife. “I’m good. I feel good.” He nodded before taking a sip of his water.

She softly smiled at him, staying quiet for a moment. “You’ve seemed … to have something on your mind still. You know you can talk to me, right?” Alexandria gazed at him, waiting. Please … please just talk to me about whatever it is that’s bothering you still. She wanted to say the words aloud, but she was afraid to push him into talking if he wasn’t ready.

“I know, love.” He offered her a small smile, trying to hide what he was feeling behind it. He looked down and continued to eat.

After dessert, they sat in silence, letting their food settle. Liam glanced out at the water, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon. “My mother loved the beach …” The words came out of nowhere, almost as if they were a thought that he had accidentally spoken aloud.

Alexandria looked at him. “I guess that’s something she and I have in common then.” She watched a genuine smile form on his lips. “Did you spend a lot of time with her down at the beach?”

Liam nodded. “We would come here when I was younger, she would take me down to swim. And then in the evenings, she would sit out on the beach for hours just watching the sunset, watching the sky as it turned.” He let out a soft breath as he looked down at his hands resting in his lap. “The anniversary of her death is in a few days …” he quietly spoke.

Alexandria stared at him. She wondered at that moment if perhaps the anniversary of his mother’s death had anything to do with why he seemed to be distant with her. “I know how much you miss her. Are you alright?”

“I am … she's just been on my mind a lot today.”

Alexandria didn’t know how, but she could sense the question in his mind as he stared off. “You’ve made her proud, Liam.”

Liam looked over at her with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. Not recently, I haven’t, he thought. She would never be proud of the things he’s said and done to his wife or friends when he blacked out. “Thank you.”

****

That night Alexandria had asked Liam to come with her to sit in the hammock outside the villa. Liam could see the hope in her expression, all just to simply sit with him. Feeling bad about how he had been acting, he nodded and she took his hand. Once they had gotten comfortable, Alexandria had taken it upon herself and moved closer to him and curled up against his side. To her surprise, Liam draped his arm around her, his fingers gently stroking her arm as the hammock lightly swayed. She closed her eyes relishing in it.

Alexandria had stayed nestled against Liam for a long while, enjoying his warmth. She glanced up at him and he looked down feeling her shift against him. Liam offered her a small smile before she tilted her head up to meet his lips, kissing him softly. They parted, but just briefly before she kissed him again. Liam’s hand brushed across her cheek as her’s went to the side of his neck. She felt her hair wrap around Liam’s fingers when he felt her tongue against his.

Alexandria thought that night might be different; she hoped it would be different. They parted and she carefully stood from the hammock and turned to him. “Why don’t we go to bed,” she suggested with a smile.

Liam looked up at her, hearing the invitation in her voice, seeing it in her eyes, sure his own eyes were lust blown. But instantly the worry and guilt crept over him, winning once again. “You go ahead … I’m not ready for bed yet ...” The look of disillusionment in her eyes at that moment crushed him. “Alex … I … I’m sorry …” She stood there waiting to him to further elaborate on his apology, but he just stared at her without explanation.

“Ok …” she whispered. She slowly turned and walked inside the villa.

Once Alexandria was out of view, Liam leaned forward on the hammock and dropped his head into his hands as he let out a breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Alexandria, he did, more than anything. He wished he could let go of his guilt, follow her inside and her in his arms. To spend the night touching her and kissing her until she was breathless. To spend the night utterly wrapped up in one another to a point where they lost all sense of themselves. It was clear that she had let it go, that she had forgiven him for it all. If only he could be so forgiving with himself.

Liam stayed out in the hammock for a while before finally making his way inside, only because he knew that Alexandria was now sound asleep. When he approached the bed he looked down at her, the moonlight coming in through the window bathing her skin. He crouched down at the side of the bed and brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, careful not to wake her. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. “I’m so sorry, my love,” he spoke in barely a whisper. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead before standing. He stripped down to his boxer-briefs and slipped into bed on the other side. He turned his back to her, willing the guilt to leave him so he could close his eyes.

*******

Liam woke late the following morning, stretching the sleep from his body as he shifted in the bed. His eyes slowly opened and just like he had every morning since they arrived on the island, he waited a moment to see if anything would come; a piercing headache, or confusion. But nothing happened. Eight days, he thought. He had now gone eight days without an episode. Liam turned his head to Alexandria’s side which was empty and he let out a small breath before he slipped out of bed.

When Liam stepped out onto the porch at the front of the villa, Alexandria was seated at the table with a cup of coffee and an almost empty fruit plate in front of her as she stared at the beach. It was clear that she had been up for quite some time.

She glanced up upon hearing him step outside. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, love.” Liam moved over to her, leaned down, and kissed her cheek before taking the seat across from her. “How did you sleep?”

“Well,” she replied. Liam knew something was off by her despondent tone. And he didn’t need to pretend to know what was bothering her. “You?”

“I slept fine,” he replied.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

For some reason, that simple question set a wave of nervousness coursing through him. Maybe because he had heard that very same question in the mornings after one of his episodes. Although it was said in a much different tone than one she had just spoken it in. On the mornings after one of his episodes, there was a hint of anger mixed with nerves in her voice. That morning, it was more stony, as if she were just making conversation, but it still made him worry. “I … I’m feeling good,” he replied as he looked at her curiously.

Alexandria nodded and turned her attention back to the beach. “I think I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Oh … ok.” Liam’s eyes followed her as she stood and stepped off the porch into the sand, making her way down the beach. She didn’t invite him to join her. She always did before, but not that morning. And even more guilt hit him at that moment.

Liam knew he needed to get out of his own head. He needed to open up to her, but he was finding it hard to do. He didn’t want her pity and he didn’t deserve her understanding. Liam also knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before she would drown out that voice inside her head telling her not to push him into talking, and she would ask him.

****

That afternoon, Liam and Alexandria sat on the veranda of the villa for lunch. When Alexandria returned from her walk along the shore, the two of them had spent the rest of the morning on the beach before coming to eat.

Liam’s gaze swept over Alexandria as she rested her chin on her hand. He stared at her with longing in his eyes. Her hair was loose, framing her face as it fell to her shoulders and beyond. It was lighter from her time on the island. Her skin was sun-kissed, and her nose lightly freckled. When she glanced over at him, meeting his gaze, he noticed the gold flecks in her eyes seemed to stand out even more against her tanned skin, but there was something missing in them; perhaps it was the way her smile hadn’t quite reached them, or the lack of the usual sparkle they normally held. Instead, her eyes held sadness ... and it was because of him.

While on the beach, Liam found his resolve dissolving.

Liam’s eyes dropped to his wife’s lips, tinged with a soft pink gloss, before meeting her eyes again. He lifted his hand to her cheek; his thumb brushed across her skin, warm from the sun, and slightly damp from perspiration. “I’m sorry, love,” he whispered.

Alexandria searched his eyes. “Sorry for what?” She wasn’t expecting an apology from him, and it made her curious as to why exactly he said it and where it was coming from.

“Everything … I’m sorry for it all, Alex.”

She let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t really know how to respond to that, Liam. You … you’ve been so closed off this entire time. And you’re not even telling me what you’re apologizing for.”

Liam could feel himself becoming nervous, unsure exactly why, but it caused him to get frustrated with himself. This was Alex, his wife, and there was no reason for him to have this much of a difficult time opening up to her. As he continued to look at her, he couldn’t get the words to come out. Liam abruptly stood from the veranda and walked inside the villa.

Alexandria lifted her head and rose from her seat, her tenacity taking over. She had tiptoed around it long enough. He’s going to talk to me. She stepped inside the villa where she could see Liam sitting on the bed across the room. He looked up meeting her gaze as she stood in the doorway before she approached him. “Liam,” she said softly, a bit of hesitancy in her tone.

Liam looked up at her, a softness in his eyes, but distance as well. Alexandria sat gingerly on the mattress while giving him a tentative look. “We need to talk …”

Liam knew it was coming. He knew his wife better than anyone, sometimes better than she knew herself. And after seeing her that morning, he knew she wasn’t going to allow this trip to end without at least attempting to get to the bottom of their problem. His problem. He nodded his head, and she moved further onto the bed.

“This trip seems to have helped you ...” she began.

“It has,” Liam agreed. “I feel less on edge. I feel more rested than I have since I can remember.”

“I ...” Alexandria paused as she let out a breath. “I’m beyond happy that it’s helped you, Liam ... but as I said outside, you’ve been closed off. I feel like you’ve shut me out since we’ve been here. I feel like ... we’re here together, but we’re not ...”

“I don’t want to shut you out, Alex ... I just ...” Liam trailed off, trying to find the right words.

Liam stayed silent for a long moment. “Please, Liam … just talk to me ...” Her voice was pleading as were her eyes when he looked up to meet her gaze. “I didn’t want to push you into talking ... I wanted you to come to me ... but I can’t take the distance anymore ...”

Liam let out a heavy sigh, able to feel the sting behind his eyes and the lump forming in his throat as he stared her. He needed to be truthful. It was time he told her. “While I feel less stressed ... my mind and conscience aren’t completely clear. I can’t ... I can’t stop thinking about the things I said to you, how I made you feel. I can’t stop thinking about what I did to you …”

“Liam-”

“I’m scared, Alex!” There was a vulnerability in Liam’s eyes that she had never seen before when he spoke. “I’ve gone days without any blackouts where I don’t remember, but it’s as if I’m waiting to wake up one morning and see that look on your face that tells me it happened again. That there will be something else I’ve said,” he closed his eyes, “another mark I’ve caused.” When Liam opened his eyes to meet his wife’s gaze, a single tear rolled down his cheek. “I never thought that I would be someone to hurt you … not emotionally, and certainly not physically. But I did! I did both of those things. And I don’t think I will be able to handle hearing that I’ve done something to you again. I haven’t forgiven myself for the hurt I’ve already caused you … and truthfully, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. And I don’t want you to be understanding of the situation because there is absolutely no excuse for what I did. None.”

“I understand that you’re afraid, if we’re being honest, I am too. But not of you … for you. Please don’t shut me out. I need you to let me in, Liam … let me be there for you.” Alexandria slipped her hand into Liam’s as he stared at her. “I love you, Liam, and I know how much you love me. I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. And I want to be here for you, I’ve been here … waiting. You’ve always said that you’ll carry me, carry us … it’s been your way of trying to protect me. But there are times, like now, when you can’t and shouldn’t shoulder everything. And in those times, I need you to let me be the one to carry you.” Liam swallowed over the lump in his throat as another tear slipped out. “We're in this together … I need you to rely on me the same way I rely on you.”

Liam pulled her to his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as hers went around his neck. “I’m sorry, Alex ... I’m so sorry,” Liam spoke in a broken whisper. “I need you … and I promise I won’t … I won’t shut you out.” Alexandria’s fingers ran through his hair to comfort him as he held her that way for what felt like the first time in forever.

After a while, Alexandria drew back just enough to look Liam in the eyes and her hand went to his cheek, gently wiping the wetness away. She searched his eyes as she slowly drew closer to him, her fingernails lightly grazing the back of his neck. He brushed his lips against hers and her eyes fell shut with a sigh. “Liam ...” she whispered. The way she said his name told him exactly what she wanted, what they both needed.

Without hesitation, Liam captured her lips in his and the moment they connected, he felt a weight lift from him. The last of his doubts, worry, and resolve faded. She was his safe space, his beacon. She had reminded him that she always had been.

Liam kissed her slowly as if it were his first time with Alexandria. His tongue curled experimentally against hers; their lips moved together while their hands pulled and tugged at clothing. Pressing his bare skin to hers, Liam rolled Alexandria onto her back. His lips found her neck, gently kissing and nipping as he traced a path: her neck to her shoulder to her breasts, her skin erupting in goosebumps everywhere his lips touched. His hands roamed her body, feeling like fire to Alexandria’s skin. Liam touched every sensitive part of her that made her gasp and she drowned in anticipation for more.

Alexandria bucked her body against Liam’s, desperate for friction, but Liam moved at a torturously slow pace, drawing out each touch and every kiss. “Tell me what you want, Alex,” he whispered against her skin.

“All of you, Liam,” she pleaded, “I need all of you.”

“In good time, love,” he teased.

Ignoring his wife’s growl of frustration, Liam’s lips trailed down to her concave stomach and across her hip bone. His hands ghosted her thighs and calves as he moved down in the bed until he was at her ankles. He kissed and licked his way up her body until he was at her center, his teeth grazing the inside of her thighs. He was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from Alexandria.

“Liam, please,” Alexandria breathed, her need for his touch where she craved it most reaching its peak.

“Patience, my love,” Liam chided as he brushed his lips against her. Alexandria shivered at feeling his hot breath against her core, letting out a breathy whimper. Liam stilled his movements, amazed as always that he could elicit these sounds from her.

Liam wrapped his arms around her thighs and dropped his head down between them. He placed feather-light kisses everywhere but where she needed them. Alexandria’s fingers fell between her legs; she parted herself, allowing Liam to slowly lick her length, causing an instant moan to fall from her lips as her head fell back on the bed with relief. His hands moved to her lower stomach, lightly pressing against her skin to keep her locked in place as he licked and sucked, teasing her with each stroke of his tongue and sweep of his lips against her. Every pull of his mouth sent heat flooding through her body, the sounds dripping from her lips almost sending Liam over the edge.

Alexandria’s fingers feathered through Liam’s hair, tugging hard as she arched into him. Feeling Alexandria’s body respond to him, Liam reluctantly tore his mouth from her when he knew she was at the edge; he heard her whimper at the loss. He pulled his body up to hover over her, the tip of his cock nestled against her entrance. Liam leaned forward and captured her lips in a deep kiss at the same moment he pushed himself inside her. He entered her slowly, one inch at a time until he was buried deep inside her. He slowly pulled out before sliding back into her, his body shuddering with a groan as she lifted her hips to meet his thrust and their tongues continued to leisurely tangle together.

Liam’s lips never left her; he poured affection over every part of her body that his lips could touch as he continued to bring her closer to the edge. He took his time, drawing out her pleasure; his strokes were languorous, and Alexandria lost herself in his long, purposeful thrusts. Every movement was punctuated by the coaxing words he moaned in her ear; telling how good she felt, what she was doing to him, and how much he loved her.

His movements and his words left Alexandria dizzy and desperate. Every stroke rubbed against her clit just before hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him in even deeper, their moans and gasps mingling together before their lips did.

Their lazy pleasure soon turned into demanding need. Liam’s thrusts became more deliberate and powerful, driving into her as she clung to him, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel her quivering around his cock, the change in the sound of her moans telling him she was close. “Come for me, my love,” he murmured against her skin. With those whispered words she shattered, the pleasure moving through her like a wave as they came together. Liam erupted inside her, dropping his head with a deep groan as his body tensed.

Liam lifted his head, brushing his lips against her cheek before finding her lips and kissing her deeply. He dropped on the bed next to her as they caught their breath, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat as waves of pleasure continued to ripple through them. Liam pulled her to him and she rested her head on his chest. He held her tightly as their bodies unraveled together.

Alexandria felt his hand brush against her cheek and she looked up at him wearing a satisfied smile. “I love you, Alex,” he whispered before kissing her again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

*******

Over the next couple of days, Liam and Alexandria had attempted to make up for what they had missed during that week on the island. Their last two days were spent wrapped up and tangled in one another’s arms. They seemed to lose all sense of time between laughs, kisses and losing themselves in each other. Liam was back to himself; back to the man that Alexandria had fallen in love with. Things appeared to be exactly where they both wanted and needed them to be.

They discussed Liam’s worries about when they returned to Cordonia; what would happen when the stress that was sure to come built up again. Liam promised to be open with Alexandria if he were feeling like things were becoming too much. And he planned to continue abstaining from any alcohol, per the doctor’s orders.

****

Alexandria sighed as she stepped out of the villa, the hot sun hitting her face. “I wish we could stay …”

“Oh, we’ll definitely be coming back.”

“What, are you going to make some royal decree when we get back stating that the King and Queen must go to their private island once a month … alone?”

“I could do it if I really wanted to,” he smirked. “Perks of being a King.”

“If only,” she chuckled.

Alexandria went to step off the veranda but Liam grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. He cupped her face in his hands as he looked at her. “Thank you … for convincing me to come away … for staying by my side … for being you.”

She smiled at him. “You don’t need to thank me for that, Liam.”

“I love you … more than I will ever be able to find a way to say or show you.” Liam leaned down capturing her lips. “Maybe … we can stay … for just one more day,” he spoke between kisses.

“Ahem,” they heard a throat clear. They slowly parted and turned their heads to see Bastien. “Your Majesties,” he bowed.

“Hello, Bastien,” Liam smiled. “You look like you got a nice tan.”

Bastien chuckled. “I can’t say I didn’t mind the small escape, sir. I trust your stay went well?”

“It did,” Liam nodded.

“The jet has been prepared and is ready to go.”

Liam looked down at Alexandria and smiled. “Let’s go home …”

*******

Liam and Alexandria arrived back at the palace that evening. They greeted staff as they came out to get their bags and take them to their quarters. As they walked down the corridors, Liam stopped by his study to check on a few things, Alexandria going inside with him. While she waited, her phone rang, and she stepped out into the hall to take to the call.

“Hello, Olivia.”

“Your Majesty. Did you enjoy your trip?”

“We did.”

“How is Liam? Did … anything happen?”

“He’s better … much better. And no … no episodes the entire trip.”

“That’s good to hear …” Olivia’s voice dropped lower, “Are you with him right now?”

“He’s in his study. I’m outside the door in the hall. Why … what’s going on?”

“I took it upon myself to do a little digging while you were away. I found something, Alex, and it’s imperative we talk.”

“Found something regarding what?”

“Madeleine … and possibly Liam.”

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ober-affen-geil · 4 years

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Let’s talk about teen Malex. Again. Or more, whatever. Because the scene in the truck is a thing that happened and it is once again screech o’clock.

*spoilers for season 2 episode 5, and CW for discussion of child abuse, homophobia, and trauma response.*

Quick disclaimer too, this is almost entirely considering Alex’s viewpoint, specifically his viewpoint as a 17 year old. We all know the full context of Michael’s actions that summer and I will be referencing them of course, but this is mostly about Alex and what he was seeing and how he was interpreting it with the information he had.

There were several very, very interesting things that Alex said that does a lot to inform the audience of what his and Michael’s relationship was like and what it was built on. (Hint, it’s mostly miscommunication due to lack of information and assumptions stemming from respective traumas. Shocker.) But the crux of it comes down to the fact that Alex doesn’t think Michael is choosing him. He think’s he’s using him, and that’s the main reason they break down like they do.

Briefly, I want to point to Alex’s own history. Because Alex was raised in an abusive household, and in his case the abuse was centered around something specific. Alex was punished by the only parent he had present for an integral part of himself that he could do nothing to change; for Alex, love is conditional. That is an important thing to keep in mind.

Now let’s look at two specific things he said to Michael which say A LOT about how he’s thinking about and approaching their relationship. The first is “are you in love with Max”. (Which I am completely guilty of cackling like a loon at.)

The significance of that question NOW, at this moment, is undeniable. He’s put thought into it, clearly, he’s noticed Michael’s behavior and attitude towards Max change and that’s not a new development at this point. But to put that question to Michael here, so causally (You can tell me, ok?), makes it very obvious that Alex has put no value in himself in this relationship. He does not see himself as someone Michael actually desires, he sees himself as a substitute for a person Michael cannot have. Why would Michael want him.

They are literally in the middle of a makeout session and Alex thinks this is a legitimate question that actually has merit. And again, that is not a reflection of what Alex thinks of Michael. That’s a result of Alex’s own abuse and his belief that he is fundamentally unlovable as he is. (I talk about the effects of this in Alex’s adult life in this meta, which I wrote long enough ago that I am delighted it’s held up as well as it has.)

That mindset partially informs his other belief, which is summed up with “I can’t be your medicine.”

Alex is seeing Michael’s actions as using him, in a lot of different ways. The worst part is he’s right, though not in the ways he thinks. Michael is using Alex for support right now because everything that was a certainty has become an impossibility and he needs something solid to hold onto. Alex doesn’t know about most of what Michael has just been through, so all he’s seeing is a very sudden escalation of incredibly unnecessary self-destructive behavior. (I want to be with you, but not if you’re wasting your life.)

Michael isn’t getting his hand taken care of properly because he can’t go to the hospital, but all Alex sees is someone refusing to get help. Michael isn’t going to UNM anymore because he feels obligated to be close to Isobel in case she has another blackout, but all Alex sees is someone dropping out when he had a full ride scholarship. Michael is picking fights because he has no other outlet for his anger at how his life has been upended, but all Alex sees is someone who is becoming increasingly unstable in a violent way.

It’s clear from the way Alex talks about him that before this, Michael was not known for volatility. Or at least, not in ways that included breaking the law. Without context, Alex is seeing a lot of red flags. And keep in mind, they don’t know each other that well. In Alex’s own words. It doesn’t help that all Michael has to offer in explanation is stonewalling and deflection.

Look. “Because for a second, I forgot about everything else except you” is a helluva line. I fully admit to my brain shorting out slightly but guys. It’s a line. It’s smooth as fuck and super cheesy and WE know Michael does mean the sentiment behind it, but it’s designed to deflect and it is not subtle in that regard.

If this was a movie in the 1950s and it was a greaser sitting on the bench seat of his car with the new-girl cheerleader at sunset at Lover’s Point and he said that to her I would be yelling “run, bitch” at the screen.

All of this is stemming from the fact that Michael cannot give Alex the real reasons for his behavior. And that is not, in any way, his fault. But it means that Alex is left to draw his own conclusions and given what he knew at the time, he absolutely made the right call.

#roswell new mexico #rnm #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #my roswell meta #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw homophobia #tw trauma #roswell season 2 #list #a riley special

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haberdashing · 3 years

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No Puppet Strings Can Hold Me Down (17/17)

The Magnus Archives fanfic. An AU that diverges from canon between episodes 159 and 160, in which Peter Lukas’ statement that “he got you” takes on a different meaning.

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Jon hadn’t seen it coming.

In hindsight, it made sense that he wouldn’t have--if there had been any warning, any way of him knowing what was about to happen, then Jonah would have known of it as well, and the plan would thus have been ruined before it could even begin.

That didn’t make it any easier, though, when Jon woke up in the middle of the night to a sharp pain in his left eye.

It was difficult to see in the dark, and not just because, as Jon quickly realized, his field of vision wasn’t quite what it normally was, his sight on his left side now entirely gone. It took a few seconds for the darkness and silhouettes to coalesce into a clearer image, but once it did, Jon could feel his heart racing.

Martin was standing over him with a knife, a knife that was dripping blood onto the couch below.

The pieces fit together in Jon’s mind quickly enough after that.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the same was true for Jonah as Jon’s body began to move of its own accord, throwing off the blankets that had been on top of him and reaching up for Martin, trying to wrestle the knife away from him.

(Jon was glad, now, that he had was now in such poor physical shape. It would help Martin’s odds in the fight, after all.)

His nails scratched against flesh, his elbows jabbed and blocked Martin’s moves, the sting of his eye was matched by aches across his body, and Jon could do nothing but watch the fight unfold...

Wait.

That wasn’t entirely true, was it? Jon knew one thing he could do, at least, something that had incapacitated Jonah once before...

Jon had spent so long keeping the door in his mind shut, doing everything he could to prevent the Eye from seeping through.

It was all too easy to let it open wide.

(If Martin achieved his goal with the other eye, Jon figured he’d be freed soon enough, and his giving in to the Eye would become a non-issue. If Martin didn’t... well, Jon hadn’t been able to do much anyway, so how much would really be lost in the end?)

The information poured into Jon’s mind, a tidal wave of knowledge that overwhelmed his mind and his senses.

It has been eleven days since Georgie Barker last ate Hungarian food. Less than fifty people have contracted full-blown rabies and lived to tell the tale. The true identity of Dan Cooper, popularly but incorrectly known as D.B. Cooper, was a member of the Fairchild family. Michael Malloy had multiple murder attempts on his life fail in part because his heavy drinking prevented damage from methanol and ethylene glycol poisoning.

Jon felt a stabbing pain in his arm, looked to see that both Martin’s hands and his own were on the knife, struggling to gain control over its trajectory.

This is the fifth time that this couch has been stained by liquid damage and the third time that it has had blood on it. The bacteria that cause staph infections are commonly present on the skin, only causing infection upon entering the interior of the body. Mike Crew’s great-uncle, Jeremiah Crew, died in a flash flood. The singular form of the word data is datum.

Jon could see the soft gleam of the metal as it approached his face.

Holding your breath before diving underwater can cause drowning by shallow water blackout. Manuela Dominguez is still trapped within Helen’s corridors. Clefairy, not Pikachu, was originally meant to be Pokemon’s mascot. Blind spots are caused by the lack of light-detecting cells in the area where the optic nerve passes through the optic disc. The Admiral is currently-

The rush of information suddenly stopped, and Jon’s senses rose up to fill the void of stimulation--all senses, that is, except for one. Jon’s vision was entirely gone now, leaving him with nothing but a field of darkness and burning pain where his eyes had been.

At least he could hear himself think now, even if it was difficult to keep up a coherent stream of thought when he was in such agony.

And, as Jon focused on his own breathing, which was fast and heavy now, he found that he could control it, slowly but surely calming his breathing down.

There was blood trickling down his face, but Jon didn’t dare try to wipe it away for fear of touching his fresh wounds and making the pain that much worse.

“...Martin?”

A rustle of movement behind him, a few footsteps, then: “Jon? Is that you?”

Jon let out a laugh, shaky and hysterical, not caring that it made his chest ache. “Yes, it’s me. You- you did it.”

Martin hesitated for a moment. “...can you prove it?”

“...probably not.” Another shaky laugh, not quite as boisterous as the first. “I didn’t- we’ve barely talked since I- since the Unknowing, and so much has changed since then. I don’t know if I was human before it, but now... well, now I might be human again, I suppose, but I’m not sure if that helps either. You haven’t known me when I was- was fully human, after all, have you, you’ve only ever known me as the Archivist, and now... now I’m not sure what I am, really...”

“Yeah, alright, good enough. Now just sit still, Jon, I’ve got some towels to help with the bleeding-”

“Wh- that didn’t prove anything! That was the whole point!”

“Nobody can pull off an existential crisis quite like you can, Jon. Especially not Jonah Magnus.” Jon could feel the warm air as Martin let out a soft snort. “Now just- here, does that help?”

Soft fabric was pressed against his face, and pressure pushing it down, pressure that made the pain go from bad to worse at first before it died down.

“It does, yes. Thank you, Martin.”

“Least I could do.” Another huff of warm air. “Seriously, when I- I’m the one who-”

“You don’t have to say it.”

“I’m so sorry, Jon. I didn’t want to hurt you, especially since you couldn’t do anything about it, but it- it seemed like the only way out-”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Jon started to shake his head, stopped with a wince when it made the pain flare up again.

“I said stay still.”

“I get that now...” Jon sighed softly. “But I- I did tell you it was okay, before, when I could. Whatever the price for taking down Jonah Magnus, I knew it’d be worth it. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Still, I...” A pause. “...you can’t see my gesturing, can you?”

“Not even slightly. Which is, I believe, rather the point?”

“Right, yeah. I have some supplies, but we should- I know hospitals are probably a no-go at the moment, but you need medical help, and I know this woman in the village who’s a nurse, she can help you better than I can.”

Jon suddenly knew, then--lower-case knew, but with no less certainty--that Martin had befriended the village’s nurse with a scenario like this one, or perhaps even worse ones, in mind. He’d planned ahead, made sure he wouldn’t risk the worst happening, even after having to take drastic measures to free Jon from his imprisonment.

God, Jon loved him.

“Sounds like a plan.” Jon hesitated. “...I just hope the worst is over now.”

“I mean, isn’t it? It’s over now, it’s ended, right?”

“Even if we got rid of Jonah Magnus for good, which I’m not sure of-”

“His bloody eyes are on the ground, there’s not much more proof you can get than that-”

“There’s more out there. Daisy, the other hunters, the mess back at the Institute... not all of it can end here.”

“...maybe you’re right. Maybe this isn’t the end. But you know what?” Martin squeezed Jon’s arm, gently, and Jon noticed that Martin’s hand was warmer than it had been for some time now. “It doesn’t have to be. We can turn it into a new beginning, the start of a better life than the one we had back in London.”

“Not a high bar, that one.”

“Agreed.” Martin let out a low whistle. “Can you stand up? I’d really rather not just carry you all the way to the car-”

“What, you don’t fancy a bridal carry? Carrying me over the threshold?” Jon’s voice was teasing, but he felt Martin sway slightly, and he wished he could see the look on Martin’s face.

“I mean, I can do it if I have to, I suppose, but-”

“No, no, let me at least try.” Jon moved one arm to keep his towels pressed against his eye sockets, brushing against Martin’s arm in the process, and used the other to push himself off of the couch. It was slow and shaky and probably not a pretty sight, but he got up and stayed up, and that was what mattered.

“Alright, now, the front door isn’t too far, just over there-”

“Still can’t see your gesturing.”

“Right. Of course. It’s, it’s on your right, after you cross the room--do you think you can make it to the car alright?”

Despite the pain that still plagued him, Jon broke out into a wide smile. “Only if you lead the way.”

Martin took Jon’s hand, and side by side, the two made their way forward.

#tma #tma au #tma fic #tma fanfic #the magnus archives #the magnus archives au #the magnus archives fic #the magnus archives fanfic #personal #my writing

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x09 Changelings

Okay, another episode I have hardly any memory of. Oh! Is it a Rumbelle flashback? I feel like Gideon is in this one. It’s so weird not having memorised or deeply analysed s6. I’ve rewatched and analysed other seasons so many times but I’ve probably seen this season twice at most. I hate not remembering things. I must know everything!!

Are the fairies still nuns, as Whale asked in s2? You would have thought Christianity and magic wouldn’t mix but maybe they found a way.

Okay! I’m getting a strong sense my girl Belle is about to do something batsh*t! I love it when she does things completely bananas! 

Belle: “He’s trying to scare me so I’ll go back to him.” Yep. Generally, not a good technique for getting someone back.

Okay, but how on earth does Belle know the baby is a boy???

There’s a manual on defeating the Dark One? Gideon must have somehow placed that there. 

Ugggh. Finding it really difficult to concentrate here because here I am watching a show about magic, which is completely fiction while my mum is on the phone with my Nanna talking about fantastical witchcraft and how everyone is casting curses on them as though its real. I am going to scream. 

It’s giddy up Gideon!

It must be weird seeing your child all grown up before it’s born. 

I forget, is this a genuine vision of Gideon who’s trying to help or are the Black Fairy or Gideon manipulating Belle? 

Did he cut his own fate?

Ooh! Call back to s1! I’m guessing Snow doesn’t know Sidney killed her father. Or she probably does due to the Agrabahn vipers.

Don’t you touch Zelena, Split Queen istg!!

Why doesn’t Zelena even fight Split Queen?! Maybe she thinks she’ll just absorb her magic like Hyde did, which I’m not entirely sure if she possesses that power. But Zelena could have taken her! I don’t know why they didn’t show Zelena’s true magic potential this season.

Good! Thanks Reggie! 

Squid ink does not last long.

Oh my God! Leave Belle alone! 

Bell speaks fairy language?

Oh! He knew she was going to translate it so used that to his advantage by tricking her into it! Clever!

Oh. He didn’t use the magic to speed up her pregnancy?

Stop being a zingwhipper, Regina! Hades killed Robin.

Zelena: “you’ve been forgiven. You’ve grown. You’ve changed.” Regina: “You’re not me.” No, you’re much worse, Regina! I can’t with this hypocrisy, again. You’ve slaughtered villages upon villages with children. What makes you so special that you’re worthy of forgiveness but someone who hasn’t even committed half the murders you have isn’t?? And worthy of your forgiveness no less?! You’d think Regina would be more forgiving given the heinous crimes she’s committed but I guess not if her revenge on a ten-year-old is anything to go by. I’m not saying any of them are worthy of forgiveness or not but if we’re gonna forgive a child mass murderer we might as well forgive everyone else. 

Aladdin! If Ouat in Wonderland is anything to go by, becoming a genie is a huge sacrifice!

Blue! You got big for no reason! Why does she keep doing that this season? It goes against her abhorrence at Tinker Bell doing that.

Blue: “no one knows exactly (why the Black Fairy turned evil).” Another lie! Blue was literally there when it happened!

This must have been one of the only times Belle got out of the castle during her stay of a few months there.

Emma is so checked out this season and the last. Girl needs some coca cola or something.

Who sped up Belle’s pregnancy?!

Okay, but I am so attracted to the black fairy.

Also, she gives me Bellatrix Lestrange vibes.

You can tell she cares for Rumple by the way she looks at him. I’m not sure why she’s pretending that she doesn’t. Maybe I’ve forgotten something.

No need to hurt him!

I remember those few episodes where I thought Rumple was half-fairy and Henry was an eighth fairy lmao!

Well, at least Emma was kind enough to be there for Belle. God knows not a damn soul else looks out for her.

“Can you push me on the swing, mummy?” What? Loooool!

Did Belle just freaking black out during childbirth in order to see Gideon? She must have. When I have kids, I bet I’ll just straight up blackout during the first 5 minutes of labour. So many times I’ve had stomachache I’ve ended up unconscious on the bathroom floor lmao. I just can’t handle it! 

Gideon: “You know what you must do.” Belle: “Go into complete batsh*t insane mode again?” Gideon: “You know it!”

Belle, why are you listening to a vision that is probably the product of being blackout-drugged up to your eyeballs on painkillers??!

The stupid flipping book lol. Mustn't forget the book!

Belle, honey, this is a little extreme. I get you wanna keep him safe from Rumple but it’s not worth sending him to live in the freaking clouds! Whatever Rumple is going to do, which likely isn’t to hurt his son, is not worth leaving your baby to the fairies!

And you’re trusting him with Blue of all people?! She probably wanted this to happen!

Gideon means destroyer. I knew he was going to be a villain from the moment she named him that.

Jesus, she is obsessed with that book. I mean, her mum died trying to save some books so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s like everything she does is to be like the characters in that book but, like, to a detrimental effect!

“Okay, Giddy Up, look after Mummy’s book and don’t damage it or get food marks on it! Byeeeeee!”

That was absolutely bananas, Belle!

I do feel for Rumple here. Lost another son. 

Did he speed up her pregnancy?

Belle could have at least have gone with Gideon, no?

These parents are supposed to be Jack and Jill. Aren’t Jack and Jill meant to be brother and sister?! 

Oh! Split Queen sped up the pregnancy! 

Oh God, he has to find his son again! Oh no! 

Emma, are you okay? You seem tired to the point of being a different character who has possessed Emma’s body since season 5!! I miss s1-4 Emma so bad.

Destroy the sword, guys! 

#ouat 6x09 #6x09 changelings #ouat #once upon a time #belle french #ouat gideon #gideon gold #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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