#my sis called me godmother from hell

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Ōtori-Sama and Kaonashi miniature figurines - so this young lady made them for my nephew so that she could be first on the wait list for taking over his lease. i told him that this quid pro quo sh!t was just wrong. he laughed - he told me that there was no wait list. gads, he will be a terror in the business world!

#he tells everyone that everything he knows he learned from me and sponge bob #i never realized sponge bob was that ruthless #my sis called me godmother from hell

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Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 2

Childbirth scenes are always fun right?

I'm guessing this is the Dukes mother.

Oh he's one of those 'give me a son' types.

Yep they the Dukes parents.

Lady Danbury laying down the law wherever she goes....y'all gonna let her see her friend!

His mother died in childbirth.....fucking hell.

At least he got a son, I guess.

Simon ......... Bassett

Sad, pensive Simon....still hot.

The queen needs all the tea!

Who's that your Grace? Tis not Daphne. You better go promenade mf!

Violet and Danbury still plotting.....

"Only five minutes alone with you in a drawing room...." Jesus! Honey she felt that....and he knew he flexed a lil too hard on that one. But fuck me, it was hot!

Yes Eloise, you're a Jo March. We fucking get it. Womaning is hard and societal expectations are bullshit. They really laid it on thick with her and I hope she becomes a bit more multidimensional.

Hold up. These poor girls don't even know where babies come from. Oh the chastity of it all.

Not that Penelope out here telling Marinas business low key.

Damn....her non-hoe brothers are lightweight roasting her. Ya sis is a baddie! Get with it.

They really don't tell these women shit about sex. Lil brother out here trying to spill the tea though. VIOLET! TALK! TO! YOUR! DAUGHTERS!

Awe shit. Daphne got fans again.......oh and here comes creepy fucking Berbrooke.

Damn Anthony you really calling her disrespectful while you out here trying to sell her like cattle to Berbrooke. Fuck. Off.

Oh it's definitely immaturity. I can't keep on with Anthony's ass. Something has got to shake.

Oh, Violet....you want it to be the Duke.

Shirtless Duke! Yes, please.

"A great deal goes on in a mind as quick as mine." Gawd help me. Kick his ass Simon! Protect your situationship partner!

Poor baby Simon can't speak so well......oh and his daddy is EVIL evil.

Penelope trying to be friendly with the expectant. She needs answers. But DAMN! Even Marina won't explain sex. Somebody help these women. Love does not impregnate. I fucking can't.

The queen of shade appears bored by a lack of new tea.

Get your eggs Daphne!

Violet gets to have tea with the queen....so that means Daphne wears diamonds to tonight's ball. Okay.

Ok Queen Danbury. Get the Duke in line.

Aww Lady Danbury and little Simon! She's here to give that boy the love he deserves. Look at this Queen Fairy GODMOTHER! I just adore her. She really is the queen to me.

Danbury blocking Anthony's attempts at cockblocking is big energy. I want Ratafia now. Let me go Google what in the hell that is and where to find it.

I feel like that lil spin Simon did was a bit of improv, but I liked it.....and you can't tell me they weren't having a real life ball dancing together in that scene. That was legit laughter between friends. I'm here for it. They brought the energy in that dance.

Here goes Anthony's ass trying to fuck it up again. This time he wants middle brothers help. Middle brother just wants to chill, not dance with his sister, bro. I like middle brother. Yes I know his name is Benedict.

Simon shading Berbrooke is gold. Calling him the fuck out was even better.

Oh Anthony....took you long enough.

Daphne is not here to have her honor protected by ANY MAN. I love this bitch. Simon was just trying to help though.

Danbury planting her lil seeds. This is her world. We just wish we lived in it.

Simons going to take the air....ah walk home. Because nothing bad ever happens on a dark walk home.

This mf Berbrooke just will not stop. He gets more disgusting with each interaction, I swear. But what you're not gonna do, is keep disrespecting Daphne. The Duke out here growling at this mf.

Ooooh I love a good head butt!

I stan a fake couple who beat up the same perv.

Oh now this EVIL mf.

You trying to prove yourself. Poor baby.

Old dogs. New tricks. We all know the saying. That mf man is awful. I see some daddy issues coming to the story. That's probably why he stopped himself from completely pulverizing Berbrooke. He doesn't want to be cruel like his father.

Sad reflective Simon.....hiding his pain literally and figuratively.

Damn, Whistledown, Daphne does not want Berbrooke. Everybody knows that. Stop trying to make it a thing.

"It does not matter what the Duke thinks, Rose." Sure, Jan.

I'm sick of this basket weave haired bitch.

Oh Portia.

Penelope and Eloise still knowing nothing about sex is depressing.

Fuck off Anthony. Daphne is done with your fuckery...and she's calling you tf out. I'll say it again, Daphne is my bitch.

Heyyyyy Simon!

Oooof Daphne sees that bruised up hand. You really gonna lie and say boxing. Boy bye.

Oooooh the cuff-buttoning and banter with instense eye contact. KEEP FEEDING ME!

Oh here comes this mf Berbrooke. Duke, you're busted. Simon ready to throw hands again. This hoe ass mf is really trying to force a wedding.

Daphne really just gonna give up. Aw naw.

Violet, God bless you, but your vague ass speech does not help.

Ooooh smoking Eloise. I love a good vice.....oh and sibling bonding. This is nice.

I think Simon likes getting knocked around. There's something very masochistic about the way he seems to enjoy it. He's sad about Daphne having to marry Berbrooke and can't express that in the way he should or would like to....More on this later, I'm sure.

Violet and the queen.....and the queen likes nose play. Okay then.

Ohhhh the queen is basically telling Violet that Daphne better get things rolling with the Duke for the notoriety and popularity it would provide her family.

So why tf are you inviting Berbrookes raggedy ass mama over for tea? This bitch. You can definitely see why her son is so fucked up.

Kippers on Rye. No ma'am.

Ahhhh Violet was fishing for a scandal to stop the Berbrooke marriage. Makes sense.

Well, mission accomplished. No thanks to Anthony.

Violet stays at his neck though.

I really don't like Marina being all confined.

Sisterly bonding maybe? Daphne dropping knowledge and optimism on Eloise.

Well shit, deflate that balloon.

*In My Blood (Instrumental) plays*

Aaaand she's back on the arm of the Duke.

Their chemistry is mind blowing. Like they could melt my screen just looking at each other.

"Call me by my name" because 'Call me by your Name' could never.

Gawd the way he says her name. That's it. I want Daphne to be my name now.

The intimacy of that bruised hand on her bare shoulder - ICONIC.

Lady Danbury knows all and jealous Simon has entered the room.

Not his evil ass daddy again.

Oh fuck Simon. Why would you make a promise like that?! Thats OBVIOUSLY coming back around on you. Who tf are you really hurting in avowing never to marry or have children?!

But the "Speak, you fucking monster," was everything. Full circle.

#bridgerton #bridgerton reaction #bridgerton season 1 #simon bassett #daphne bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #lady danbury #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #eloise bridgerton #simon x daphne #daphne x simon

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kitty minx for the character breakdown!

Ahhh, thank you hon!! 

GIVE ME A CHARACTER and I’ll break their ass down:

How I feel about this character: Kitty took me completely by surprise getting into Love in Hate Nation. I adored her almost instantly; Emerson Mae Smith has such a stage presence and charisma it’s impossible not to, and I swear Joe gave her every single iconic, hilarious line both the book and the show have to offer. If I think too much about her I actually get extremely emotional. The fact that aside from Sheila, she’s easily the kindest of the girls to Susannah immediately tugged at my heart; as outrageous as she is, even her pushier behaviours, such as surprise-announcing her and pressuring her to sing for the girls is wildly important to who she is, who’s someone who not only lives her truth, but wants others to let go of their repression as well. It was her way of being warm and encouraging. She’s the Cool Big Sis trope incarnate, endlessly patient with the other girls’ antics while also taking no shit from them, and coping with the horrid conditions in Nation with a sly sense of humour and a fashionable flair I admire so, so much. Then comes Act 2 and I really can’t think of Masochist without crying -- her sense of justice and her ability to quickly forgive speaks to how intelligent she is, recognizing, even as she’s mistreated by the other girls, that they’re all striking out at each other because the system relies on it to keep them powerless and to keep them from rising up. She’s hilarious, she’s admirable, and from what little we know of her, she’s been through absolute and total hell and manages to not only keep her head up, but to use what she’s learned to deal with her pain to inspire others. To me, Kitty really is the heart of the solidarity narrative;  beyond that, she’s hilarious and fierce and owns every inch of herself. However, the brilliance in her is that she’s not just a cardboard cutout fairy godmother character to guide Susannah in embracing her identity; she’s flawed, she’s angry, she’s uncertain, and she’s above all still a teen. As a cis person, it’s not for me to say whether or not she’s good trans rep, but she’s a fantastic character overall and I would fight for her. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Dorothy and Rat, most probably! Especially because of their cute little interactions in the backgrounds of scenes and their playful roughhousing during Masochist. I think that while it’s important she and Judith reconcile, I can’t really be down with them ever getting together (especially because of the deadnaming during Solitary), and her dynamic with Ya-Ya, who comes off as the baby of the group (see my headcanons doc, lol), seems more like a sisterly thing  than anything else. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Susannah, Susannah, Susannah, Susannah, Susannah. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and actually say that Susannah and Kitty’s relationship is second only to the Susannah/Sheila relationship as by far the most important one in the show in how it drives both the plot and the character growth. I can’t begin to describe how important and healing it was to watch Kitty playfully try to draw Susannah from her shell; how meeting another LGBT+ person was so instrumental to Susannah’s shift as a person. Every time Kitty goes out of her way to be nice to Susannah or tries to make her feel included where the other girls tend to pick on her (even if it’s meant in good fun, it’s still clearly hurtful), my heart just soars. The two clearly admire and appreciate one another, and inspire the best out of each other. The fact that after Susannah’s mistake she shows her the kind of healing forgiveness a person needs is incredible; that she uses her experience as a trans girl to get Susannah to embrace her black lesbian identity is pretty much life-changing. Like, when Susannah calls the girls “her family” in Revolution Song, of any two people, I absolutely believe it of her and Kitty. Their bond represents the found family dynamic so many people find within the LGBT+ community through shared experiences and struggles, and it’s one of the most beautiful friendships I’ve ever seen in a musical.   

My unpopular opinion about this character: Are there any LIHN unpopular opinions??? There’s like twelve of us here, six of whom make content lmao. I can’t really think of one to date; everyone seems to love Kitty across the board, and rightfully so.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she had more scenes interacting with Sheila! I feel like they’re pretty close, too. Also, of course I’d have loved to know what became of her after the prison break. 

#love in hate nation #lihn #kitty minx #susannah sonn #sheilannah #sheila nail

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Kismet Cop

My suicide note is a sad thing, short and written on cheap paper, filled with sybiline accusations stained by blood. Mine I presume, though I can't be sure. There is, however, no mistaking my  handwriting, with its long curves and whorls. They brought me back because my death was suspicious. It's not done often as it's expensive and dead people are a nightmare to handle. I know just how much, since it was my job back at the station. Now I get to experience it first hand, my thoughts always drifting, looping back and forth. Professionally, it's fascinating. As I'm not trying to drill any clues out of myself, it's also less infuriating than expected. I wish Damon, my partner in our two-people local unit of the Kismet corp, were here to talk to. However miserable my death might have made him, I'm sure curiosity would get the better of him. As if the fairy godmother of dead people heard my wish, my pocket buzzes. My phone, also tucked in a plastic evidence bag, reveals a glowing image of Damon's face, distorted by three-quarters of a donut shoved whole in his mouth.

"Hello!" I cry through the plastic.

"Oh God, Layla?"

"Sup?"

"Sup?! You disappeared from the station with a bunch of evidence! Barton went crazy, had the place combed down to the morgue! I just left, never figured you'd actually answer. Damn, where are you?"

"Chief should have had my fingerprints taken off the system. I had to go, they were asking all the wrong questions, wouldn't even let us talk."

"You killed yourself, I'm – was – your partner, of course they wouldn't let me see you!"

"I know – protocol – but they had no clue how to do the job. And you're the only other Kismet cop in the state! You've seen the note then? I didn't see my autopsy but it doesn't matter," I pat the back of my head and my neck as I speak, but there is nothing missing there, or anywhere. They did a good job on me, I can tell. The summoner was an Adept. The state of the body helps in fixing the remnants of the spirit, but no spirit can remember its passing, so I still haven't figured out how I did myself in. Head wounds make memories worse, so much so that judges haven't signed a summoning for anyone who ate a gun in decades, making that unlikely. "I didn't kill myself for nothing."

I can hear Damon's laboured breath. Is he crying? When he speaks again, it comes out like a moan.

"You're summoned... Layla, a shade..."

"I noticed. Actually, it's fasci–"

"You're consumed by what you left behind incomplete, you know this! What made you run away? What do you regret this bad? Is this about James?"

I cluck my tongue.

"You're not listening. I'm not running away. I'm moving forward. Capitalising on what a summoning can grant me."

"That being?"

"Drive, Damon. Single-minded drive." Car lights ripple on the window bays. Time to hang up. "Listen, how about I meet you at our old hangout on the corner of Samasarat avenue? In an hour? You can call the chief if you like."

"Wai–"

"I loved working with you Dam, don't be hard on your next partner."

I hang up and stash the phone away, my mind distracted by broken memories of the last six years, snagging on sharp-edged remorse, these minor regrets competing with the greater hurt that defines all that's left of me. I'm just the remnant of a dead Kismet cop, the strongest pieces of her will that survived her passing: the regrets that ate at her heart, the obsessions that drove her mind–the skeleton of a soul. Keys rasp in the main door. I rise from my crouching position, patting my suicide note through the evidence bag, tutting at the blood stains – the ones outside of the bag, that spread thicker the more I try to brush them away. But blood is everywhere, on my hands, sleeves, up my throat and jaws, drying my work-issued shirt in stiff creases. I walk to a corner, wipe my palms on the carpet and pick up my crowbar, hefting it. A voice calls in the dark hallway.

"Mike?"

No one answers. The door closes, keys are tossed in a bowl, switches are tried in vain. The man curses and makes his way towards the single lit and functioning bulb, walking straight into my trap like a little shrimp into the jaws of an anglerfish.

When old Supreme Justice Harkson steps into the room, the first thing he sees in the faint light is a pool of dark glossy matter against the fluffy cream carpeting, with a human shaped lump in the middle of it. You'd think he'd panic, but all he does is gasp, and flick the room's switch angrily, like the wires would uncut themselves. His eyes must have adjusted now, to recognise the lump as his son, the pool as gore and blood.

"Mike!" He cries, stumbling forward, falling to his knees in the black-red gunk.

Only months of built up obsession keep me from following my screaming instincts and pounce. Instead I step quietly out, closing the only escape.

'Hello there, Justice Harkson!'

He whirls around, one knee down, presenting the other better than I could have asked for. I swing the crowbar, crushing through tendon and bones. Harkson shrieks, falling back down on the corpse of his son, hands blindly fumbling for his gun.

'A-ha! None of that.'

I bat at his hand, satisfied to see the weapon disappear under the couch, and pull out my own Glock, making sure Harkson can see it trained at him, with little success, since the man passed out. I can wait. After so long, this is just teasing.

'What did you live for' is the first question we ask the dead. They're always ready with an answer burning their lips. I lived for my family, for pleasure, money, glory, or because dying was harder than going on. They all have their reasons. Then we ask: 'Who did you fear, love or hate?' And they tell us of the people who marked their lives. We let them rumble on, listening as their regrets gnaw their way out of their heart without artifice. The dead have no reason to lie, so they tell us everything. My job was to turn that flow of emotional information into something useful for investigators. Even dead I am still patient.

Harkson stirs, waking in what I assume must be a cloud of serotonins and endorphins.

"What's a Kismet cop,” he whizzes, “doing in my house, covered in blood?”

His teary eyes sweep over my pale face, the white hair tumbling from my beanie, the bloodshot eyes and bruise-coloured lips.

“A dead Kismet cop.”

“Very observant. Took your son longer to get that far. Proof that when daddy's a bigwig any dumb psycho can turn to serial-killing.”

"I don't know what you're talking about! Who are you?"

"Does James Fitzharding sound familiar?"

Harkson's eyes narrow, from pain or suspicion I can't tell, but he remains silent.

"My name is Layla Fitzharding. The big sister."

Silence still.

"I was Kismet, James was a crime inspector. Worked on the Merryway murderer. Your son." I spit.

"You have no proof!"

"Oh, you made sure of that – for years – didn't you, Justice? No one signed the papers to summon my brother. He was packed off to family to be buried, his colleagues left to puzzle over the circumstances of his death." I laugh. "Too bad for your murderous duo, big sis is friends with half the Necromancy Guild. Had ourselves a little private summoning."

My voice cracks. Dead people can't cry, so I don't.

"Whatever Inspector Fitzharding said during an illegal summoning won't stand in court!"

"I found out clues about the Merryway murderer during a random interrogation on a dead woman who had never testified. She wasn't supposed to be out, she said. Well, her husband killed her anyway!"

I smile a sad, twisted smirk.

"It was me who called my brother with that information. It's the regret that eats me inside out, that I spoke the words that sent him on your hell-spawn's trail. To his death."

Harkson stares balefully, maybe still taken with his illusions of legal justice and fearing recording devices.

"You know why you're not scarred? It's because you think us Kismet cops just chat with the dead. You don't know how often we have to restrain them."

Finally, that raises some alarm. Dots connecting, maybe.

"What–"

"These burning regrets and emotions, they're not only driven to talk about them, but to act on them. To have vengeance, redemption – peace... It feels so right."

We look at each other then, understanding full well we're two dead people chatting over a third.

"Your son was hors-d'oeuvre, but oh! You–" I laugh, and shoot.

~~ September 2017 – Theme : Regrets and redemption

#original work #original writing #competition #dark fantasy

[fank0ne]

Let's get it started.

- CHICAGO MED:

Sexcel. Marcel is a prick but I still kinda love him..? I don't know, it's not my fault, leave me alone. For real though, I really like him as a doctor, he seems like he really knows what he's doing, and as a human being... nobody's perfect, right? LOL I don't even think he should be considered the cause of Chexton drama to be honest: maybe trying to get in April's pants wasn't the right move, but he's not the one in a relationship. There's only one person to blame.

Chexton. Ethan really did put a ring on it, uh?! And she said yes, too. Wow, I admire the audacity! Do I think the marriage is gonna occur? The fuck not, he is somehow gonna find out about the Sexcel kiss and call the engagement off. Happy endings? We don't know 'em.

April. Wow, she's really decided to not tell Ethan about the kiss with Crockett! Gross. As I said before, I hate liars... I could've understand if the kiss was like - little crossover - Renée and Kelly's at the end of season 5 (was it season 5? I'm dumb lol), but it seems like it was a big deal for April. She herself said, correct me if I'm wrong, that things could've quickly gotten out of control. Like, excuse me?!

Will and Nat. So are they still gonna let them fight and annoy the hell out of me? Is this a fucking curse or something? Oh my god. This time I'm not on anybody's side, the fight was dumb (not the topic itself, but the way the whole thing was managed) and could've easily been avoided: Will needed to do a more thorough check on that junkie mama and Natalie should've told him she was gonna contact CPS whether he liked it or not. You see how simple it is? Fuck, I hate them so much. (Nick/Will looked really good with that shirt in his last scene - his shoulders are very sexy).

Elsa. She's a baby, I wanna protect her. And she smiled, she so cute. And she's gay af - quick reminder, in case you think that shipping her with Will can even remotely be a good idea (jk, y'all know me, you do you).

Daniel. The scene of him singing for his CeCe at Molly's was truly heartbreaking to see. By the way, Oliver has a nice voice, our cast is multitalented! Dr. Charles has a history with depression, though, so I hope he's gonna take care of himself, a thing he seems determined to do, maybe with the help of Sharon - and Elsa too, they're starting to bond.

Maggie and Ben. They're cute, yeah, Ben is in remission and I'm happy for him. But I honestly don't really care about them as a couple to be honest... There's nothing wrong with them, I'm just not interested. Stop.

Quick question: can they change Dr. Marcel's name, please? I mean, when she confessed the whole thing to Maggie, April's voice was trembling, her eyes were watery, but I couldn't help but laugh at her: "I kissed Crockett" LMFAO, you kissed who?! Like, c'mon, what kind of garbage name is that? Gross. *almost throws up*

- CHICAGO FIRE:

Seager. She was ridiculously embarrassing. At first I thought she was gonna accept the fact that Severide is already taken (even though he didn't tell her explicitly from the beginning, so it's partly his fault too, kinda), but when she asked him out after seeing him and Stella clearly acting as a couple, I lost my cool. Bye, Felicia. I'm so glad Kelly told her he's not interested and, y'all, did you see how he looked at Stella and could tell the situation was making her uncomfortable? Wow, couple goals. I'm waiting for a proposal by the end of the season.

Pickles? Foster... I like her, I hate her, I don't know. She's too moody. The fight with Brett was honestly very childish and uncalled for and I'm glad Sylvie stood up for herself and put Emily in her place. Plus, she did it in such a well-mannered and polite way... she's a princess, what can I say. Stella speech about girls sticking up for each other... Yes! Just yes.

Blake. I'm not gonna censor myself: he likes pussy..? Yikes. You guys know I was already starting to ship him with Ritter, but the writers had to ruin it for me. It's ok, I guess. For the moment I'm not really interested in his relationship with that girl (maybe I'm still bitter LMFAO), even though she seems really cool.

Ritter. When are we gonna see his boyfriend?! Damn, those writers! Blake joined 51 just the other day and we already know every little thing about him, I ask to see just a bit of LGBTQ+ content and they act like they're dumb..? How about you show it properly instead of just mentioning it and act like your job is done, mh? I'm ready to fight, I don't care.

Whose tool? : Our tool = What team? : Wildcats! — SAME ENERGY.

Iconic lines: "I'm gay, I'm not blind" + "I know it's hard to imagine with your emails and Facebook and Myspace...," – Mouch, Myspace? In 2020? Ok Boomer (I had to, I'm not sorry)

- CHICAGO PD:

Well well. We've been robbed. We're not clowns, we're the whole circus. The episode wasn't bad at all, I liked it, but still, what the fuck was that?! We've been waiting for more than a month to see some really angsty, whumpy stuff, the episode was supposed to be Jay centered and what did we get? A lame murder case that somehow became interesting only when Kevin and his brother got involved.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my baby Kev gets to get more screentime (it was about time!), but why giving him now and not the next episode? What's the logic in this?

The beginning wasn't even bad, the premises were good. It was all very serious and solemn and all that good stuff we like and then, boom!, they said fuck that, fuck Jay Halstead, fuck you clowns who thought we were gonna treat him with the respect he deserves. Man was literally about to die and then suddenly he's fine, he talks (Jesse was making the voice he uses to imitate Jason, I heard that!), he even jokes around... Like, make it make sense. I'm frustrated. I wanna say a whole lotta other things, but yeah, I hope you get my point.

The Upstead content was kind of a payoff but yeah, still better than nothing. And about that... that fucking phone, really? Hailey was about to confess her feelings, or at least say something really serious to Jay, but of course they were interrupted. As I said, we're clowns. And Jay was ready: my man was so ready to get out of the friendozone, I saw that smirk that slowly faded into a disappointed look. We'll get there, Jay, I probably want it more than you do LOL

Vanessa's gonna be the godmother of Upstesd children. She ships them so much, cutie. "It's hard because you love him" - "Of course I love him, he's my partner" Hailey, sis, stfu and stop lying.

Burzek. They're having a baby, I'm so happy, I'm gonna cry. The little Alvin Ruzek (Kev is gonna be their godfather, I don't make the rules) is gonna be the Intelligence unit mascotte. I'm so ready. Yo, we're having this baby, right? No funny business here, they already broke our hearts with Dawsey twice. Also, did you notice how Adam screamed Kim's name when he thought the million bullets might've hit her and the baby. OMG gheyret having a baby. Whew, I'm not crying, you are!

I admit I wasn't following the storyline at all, like I literally can't tell what was going on before Jordan, Kev's brother, got involved. I wanna see where they're going with this plot: it can potentially be a cool one, I'd actually like too see some drama around Kevin's character - and maybe him being supported by Vanessa, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I don't know, they either develop it properly or they better end it with 7.11

Y'all, the dude Darius was supposed to set up, the one who got killed by Jordan's girlfriend, is identical to Chris Brown, minus the ears. It's scary.

#one chicago #chicago fire #chicago med #crockett marcel #april sexton #ethan choi #chexton #sexcel #will halstead #natalie manning #manstead #daniel charles #maggie lockwood #kelly severide #stella kidd #emily foster #sylvie brett #darren ritter #blake gallo #mouch mcholland #stellaride #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #burzek #adam ruzek #kim burgess #kevin atwater #vanessa rojas #hank voight

[pulaasul]

Undo 6 - MCU x DCAU - Ending 2 P1 - Non-Canon Compliant

It has been years since the heroes and villains teamed up against Darkseid when people around the world randomly turned to dust, including Billy Batson’s twin sister and best friend. He’s summoned by the Wizard Shazam to undo this phenomenon.

AO3 I FFN

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Billy managed to recompose after Spider-Man had gently put him on the ground. He stood up and looked at his surroundings. The hideous monsters and even the spaceship he, as Captain Marvel, and Danvers took down crumbled into particles of dust.

Even Thanos himself, who was sitting at piece of metal with a somber expression, crumbled to dust the same way his allies did.

Billy looked at where his savior went. He was with the people donning armor in different colors: gray, blue, red and gold; sobbing as the light from the man in red and gold armor flickered on and off.

Billy can see that the man was dying.

"Be good and good will follow." Were the words Billy always lived by. These words were what his parents always said to him as a reminder to be good and help the people in need.

"Shazam!"

As lightning struck Billy's mortal form, a thunderclap following soon after, he transformed into his champion form.

"Ekat em daetsni" Billy muttered as electricity cackled around him. "Ekat em daetsni." He repeated as his eyes glowed yellow and electricity began to crackle on his eyes. "Ekat em daetsni."

An arc of electricity started to travel from Captain Marvel's chest towards the burnt hand of the dying man, Ironman, as soon as the arc connected the effect was instantaneous.

Ironman's whole body began to glow gold as his wounds and burns started to heal.

Captain Marvel on the other hand struggled to keep himself upright before succumbing to the planet's gravity but before he could even collapse, Danvers had caught him and gently set him on an upright rock.

"What did you do kid" Danvers asked Captain Marvel.

"I took his place." Captain Marvel answered with a tired grin.

"What do you mean?" Danvers narrowed her eyes as other heroes gathered around them.

"It is, what it is." Captain Marvel answered tiredly before he slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Captain America was about to check on Captain Marvel when a violet ankh appeared behind Captain Marvel.

People immediately went on guard at the sudden appearance of a symbol. It was a shock that a few moments since the ankh appeared, the hero himself began to crumble.

"Wha-"

Before anyone could even question anything, Captain Marvel disappeared and the violet ankh followed suit.

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"We have a problem." Doctor Fate announced as the ankh that had recently disappeared appeared once more.

"Billy!" Courtney screamed in horror as the sigil on Courtney's hand began to fade. "Zatanna" She called for the sorceress' attention. "Captain Marvel's sigil is fading."

"Zatanna Zatarra make use of the spell of return." The Lord of Fate ordered. "Forcibly return Captain Marvel to this reality." He added.

"Right!" Zatanna nodded. "Nruter eht rrioraw uoy tsum, efas dna dnuos dna si a tsum!" She began to chant as she hovered and glowed in violet.

A Zatanna floated and glowed in violet hue, a violet ankh appeared behind her and yellow electricity began arcing all around the Rock of Eternity. One electrical arc made contact with the fading sigil on Courtney's arm and that contact made her scream.

"Wizard!" Mary announced her arrival via a lightning strike. "Where's my-"

Mary was cut off at the scene before her, Zatanna and Doctor Fate were casting a spell while Courtney Whitmore was screaming in terror.

"Mary!" Freddy entered the Rock of Eternity with another lightning strike. "Could you ju-"

Freddy stopped dead on his tracks, his words completely forgotten, as he witnessed what Mary was watching.

"Freddy!" Mary turned to her brother's best friend. "Whatever they're doing, it's somehow connected to Billy." She shared her assumption. "Courtney can't handle the strain."

"Right." Freddy nodded. "You're suggesting we take some of the strain off of Court and let Zatanna and Doctor Fate do their thing undisturbed."

"Exactly." Mary nodded. "Are you in?" She asked her companion.

"Of course I'm in." Freddy exclaimed. "Solomon's telling us that this is connected to what was happening in the world and that in turn is connected to Billy."

"On three?" Mary smiled.

"On three!" Freddy approved.

"One" Mary began.

"Two" Freddy followed.

"Three!" The two members of the Marvel family exclaimed in unison as they held each other's hands while their other hand reached for Courtney's shoulders.

Mary and Freddy did not scream from pain but the experience was nonetheless painful. They may have the stamina of Atlas but that does not mean they were impervious to pain.

Courtney on the other hand stopped screaming but sobbed uncontrollably as she rested from the absence of the painful event. The electric arc was still connected to her hand, but the main was nothing more than a sting unlike what she experienced earlier.

Courtney nonetheless focused on the fading sigil on her arms rather than look around. It may have been irrational but if she looked at the sigil, it may not disappear completely.

A few more moments passed and dust began to exit the violet ankh and land in front of the floating Zatanna, who was still chanting the spell of return.

"MROFER!" Doctor Fate shouted.

The dust that landed before Zatanna started to form the shape of Captain Marvel just brown. It looked like a paper statue that was half way done and was torn down to pieces.

"Billy!" Mary exclaimed as she attempted to approach her twin's champion form.

"I forbid you to take one more step further Mary Marvel." Doctor Fate ordered. "My magic, Zeus's power and Atlas' gift are the only things that's keeping him from dying."

"Billy made the ultimate sacrifice." Zatanna exclaimed." He essentially died for someone else." She added somberly.

"Please no." Courtney whispered. "Please bring him back."

"Captain Marvel is in a state of limbo, neither alive nor dead." Doctor Fate informed. "However, casting this effect unto someone else may overturn the balance of this world." He finished.

"Then I've got the perfect solution for you blokes."

"John Constantine." Doctor Fate announced.

"I've got someone who's interested in that effect." Constantine informed the group as he exited a wooden door.

"What do you want Constantine." Zatanna snarled. "Your brand of magic is not welcome in the Rock of Eternity."

"All magic comes from the Rock of Eternity love." Constantine fired back. "There's no white or black magic, there's simply magic.

"Regardless." Doctor Fate bellowed out. "What is your business here John Constantine?"

"I need the effect that's afflicting the big red cheese." The occultist answered. "I've got someone who wants to experience it firsthand."

"As a Lord of Order, your request is denied John Constantine." The sorcerer supreme declared.

"C'mon Nelson." Constantine voiced out. "You can't continue to uphold the magic that's keeping him together for all eternity." He reasoned.

"I can and I will."

"You and I both know that's bullocks mate." Constantine scoffed. "The order was thrown out of whack when people around the world started crumbling to dust." He continued. "Sure the big red cheese was able tip the scales in its neutral state, but with him returning in this state has thrown order out of balance once more." He added.

"Transferring Captain Marvel's affliction to someone else will, as you say, throw the balance out of whack more than it is." Doctor Fate sighed.

As the occultist and Lord of Order continued their back and forth regarding how the doing one thing could tip the scales out of balance, Mary and Freddy, with electricity occasionally crackling around them, tended to Courtney's exhausted form.

Zatanna on the other hand reinforced Doctor Fate's magic that was keeping the still discolored figure of Captain Marvel, as tired as she is.

"Excuse me." Freddy voiced out, causing the two male adults to look at the children. "Comparing notes regarding the morality of one deed is good and all, but could you hurry up?"

"Freddy!" Mary admonished.

"For the record, transferring what's happening to Billy wouldn't upset the balance than it already has." He added. "Constantine's merely transferring the affliction to another being rather than stop it completely."

"I see where you're going." Mary smiled.

"Is that the wisdom Solomon imparted has given you champions?" Doctor Fate questioned. "Very well." He nodded. "John Constantine, you are permitted to transfer Captain Marvel's affliction to any one you so wish."

"Now we're talking!" Constantine cheered.

Constantine's hand glowed orange as a door appeared and opened to reveal an old woman dressed in a blue gown and silver tiara inside a glass dome.

"Is that a fairy godmother?" Mary could not help but ask.

"Don't mistake her from the fairy tales you watch lass." Constantine responded. "She's a vengeful witch whose anger rivals that of Black Adam."

"How rude." The Fairy Godmother huffed.

"She was banished to hell once John Constantine." Doctor Fate commented. "Regardless, I can see why you chose her."

Constantine merely nodded as he willed the glass dome to move closer to him as he neared Captain Marvel's discolored form.

"Epekto sa iyahang kahimtang mubalhin sa laing lawas." Constantine chanted as fire began to appear on his hands.

As the occultist continued to chant the spell, the fire on his hands began to stretch itself and approached and hoisted Captain Marvel in the air. Arcs of lightning made contact with the champion's body as his color began to change from soil brown to flesh and crimson.

The fire gently set Captain Marvel's unconscious form on the floor before it made its way towards the vengeful Fairy Godmother. The fire surrounded the fairy of wishes before she crumbled to dust. As soon as her remains were settled on the floor, the fire that surrounded the glass dome faded away.

Constantine's coat and gloves also crumbled to dust as soon as the fire from his hands disappeared.

"Why's Billy not waking up?" Courtney managed to speak up.

"He's in a comatose state." Mary replied sadly.

"For all intents and purposes, Billy should have died." Freddy added.

"The infinity stones' strain on his body was too much." Mary finished.

"How are you both so calm?" Courtney asked the duo.

"It's one of the downsides of the Wisdom of Solomon." Mary answered. "We can know the harshest truths there is, including Billy's current state."

"Wizard?" Freddy called out.

"You can transport young Billy out of the Rock young champions." The Wizard replied. "Only man's medicine can cure Billy Batson now."

"I've already contacted the league." Zatanna informed. "Batman has prepared the medbay for Billy's treatment."

"Shazam!" Mary yelled as her hands were on Captain Marvel's chest.

Mary transformed back into her mortal form and forced Captain Marvel to transform back to Billy.

Freddy loaded Billy on his back as Mary helped Courtney up on her feet and proceeded to walk through the ankh that Doctor Fate had conjured, with Zatanna lagging behind.

#billy batson #captain marvel #shazam #doctor fate #Courtney Whitmore #mary bromfield #freddy freeman #zatanna zatara #john constantine #story #undo

[bluboothalassophile]

Could you do any Raven/Kory and Raven/Cy friendship cuteness. I adore their frienships!

Hello,

I Thank You A Thousand Times Over For This Prompt! Mostly because I will never get tired of Rae’s friendships with Victor and Kori, so I hope you enjoy the one shot as much as I did writing it! =)

A True Sister…

Victor Stone was a serious big brother, from the moment he’dmet that weird little grey demoness that was his baby sister and not even GodHimself could tell Victor differently. He adored Raven, she was a certifiedbadass, genuine artifact, old time classy, and conservatively educated woman.She was also hell on wheels and the ice queen of Hell. He loved her.

Getting two moms was an unexpected twist but he could admitHarley and Ivy were growing on him. Though he had to admit having Ivy call him ‘fungus’was getting old, but they were far more interested in him than his dad had been.Maybe if they’d been his moms when he’d needed a mom then he’d have neverbecome Cyborg. Harley and Ivy would probably be the shameless moms showing upat football games in extreme team spirit and threaten to beat up the refs, hecould totally see that.

But that brought him to the weirdness of a domestic momentas he hung out in Gotham with Rae, Ivy and Harley, and he was playing videogames as he vainly tried to talk Raven through the controller. Harley and Ivywere out doing… stuff; he wasn’t going to think about, and he had Raven here.Raven, PizzaFish za, and Big Belly Burger, also video games.

“Come on Rae!” Victor balked.

“I thought I was shooting the bad guy, not you!” sheprotested.

“You suck at this,” Vic snickered.

“Shut up and shoot the bad guy, and can we stop having familynights be with video games, what’s wrong with movies!?” she demanded.

“You read through movies.”

“Deadpool.” She deadpanned.

“Point of family night is to enjoy each other’s company, andyes!” he grinned as he came to the newest level of Assassins Creed.

“This is dull.”

“It teaches history!”

“Wrong history!”

“Shut up and shoot,” he ordered.

“You’re a pain in the ass, oh! That’s mine!” she grinned.

“Not if I get it first!”

“I saw it first!” she protested.

“Na-uh!” he sang.

“No! I’m gonna win!” she shoved at his shoulder, grunting atconnecting with steel. “Great Azar!”

Some thing shattered from her stubbed toe.

“What’s the matter sis?” he teased.

She glared four red eyes at him. “Issue the challenge againbrother!” she hissed.

“I do, and I raise you a slice of PizzaFish’s finest za andBig Belly Burger fries!” he grinned maliciously back.

“You’re on!” she snapped, he laughed. His pink clad littlesister hunched over in extreme concentration as her four eyes glowed. He shovedher off the arm of the couch, she yelped as she crashed into the floor and hefeigned innocence when she peered over the arm of the couch. “This. Is. War.”

“All’s fair in love and war sis! And Oh That’s Mine!” he grinnedas he pursued his prize then glared when shadows blocked out his eyes.

“Not if I get it first!”

“Rae!” he growled.

“All’s fair in love and war brother!” she sang back.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven shoved her glasses up the bridge of her nose,grumbling as she blew a stray strand of hair from her eyes and jotted down afew notes for her math class.

“Friend Rachel!” Kori gasped and Raven’s head snapped upseeing Kori running towards her in her human look of dark glory and skiddedonto the seat. Squeaking when it rolled and she crashed into a shelf in thelibrary. Raven winced at the crashing of her friend, there was a hiss of shushingto be heard as Kori apologetically and noisily scooted over to her.

“Kori,” Raven said softly; whispering was louder thanspeaking softer.

“Look!” Kori smiled holding out her left hand and Ravenblinked at the ring there.

“Oh my… Great Azar!” Raven caught Kori’s hand and examinedit carefully. “When!?”

“While you were off with Jay, Roy and Donna saving the world,”Kori sighed, the look of bliss crossing over her face.

“Come on,” Raven shoved her friend up and grabbed her bagsand books as they hurried out of the library, the damp autumn of Gotham wasweighing heavily on them now. Raven tossed her scarf around her neck and pushedher glasses up on her nose.

“No sex, but details Kori,” Raven said.

“Well, it was a night, on the balcony, he had a romanticwhite table cloth, candles everywhere…”

“Please tell me he didn’t cook, or serve cereal,” Ravenpleaded.

“No, gourmet dinner,” she giggled.

“Thank Azar,” Raven breathed.

“There were so many candles, and roses, he was dressed upand we had wine! Dinner was wonderful, it was beautiful! The sky was bright,and we danced, after dinner, then there was desert, and he had the ring preppedand he got down on one knee…” Kori’s face grew dreamy.

“I’m happy for you,” Raven grinned.

“You’re to be my Maid of Honor, I am informed that it isimportant,” Kori declared.

“What!?”

“On my planet it is customary for the sister to give thebride to the groom and threaten to disembowel him, Komand’r cannot do the dutyso I plead with you sister, to do this for me!” Kori smiled as she pretended tobeg.

“I… I’d be honored,” Raven admitted. It was rather like whenKori had named her godmother to Mar'i, it was huge, and overwhelming to feelthis important to another being. Raven smiled with Kori as Kori bounced in glee.

“Yes! We must do the dress, the shopping, the partaking inorganizing a traditional wedding, and…” Kori stopped.

“I’m sure B knows someone who could help us,” Rave offeredwhen her friend suddenly looked overwhelmed.

“Will he be pleased!?” she demanded.

“B adores Mar'i, I know he likes you, though he doesn’t showit, so I think this is good, Kori. Very good. And we all know how much you andDick love each other thought you both have complicated it to the extremes,”Raven mused.

“This is good, right?”

“You love him, he loves you, you both make each other happy,so I’d say yes, this is good.”

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #raven #victor stone #koriand'r #hopes for a bastard #hopes for a bastard universe

[swanqueeneverafter]

56. III-Boding Patterns, Pt.5

Mills House. (It's the middle of the day and neither the Sheriff or the Mayor are at their desks.) Regina: (Reclined on the couch beside Emma, breathing heavily:) "Why, Sheriff Swan, what has gotten into you?" Emma: "Life! I've finally got my life back, and I'm no longer worrying about that damn vision." Regina: (Chuckles:) "Well I understand that but... why the nooner?" Emma: "Because, when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." Regina: (Shaking her head, laughing:) "You idiot. That's from 'When Harry Met Sally'." Emma: (Defensively:) "Well it's true! And it's exactly how I feel. Gina, come on! We've managed to defeat everyone that's gone up against us. Pan, Hades, even the Darkness. You just rescued me from a fate worse than death, and then we walked on the same beach my parents got engaged on. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is." Regina: (Beaming at Emma's excitement:) "It's a sign you're delirious." Emma: "No, it's a sign that what we have is serious." Regina: (Sits up a little higher on the couch:) "So what are you saying?" Emma: "I'm saying... that I love you. And... (Taking Regina's hands in her own, she slides from the couch onto one knee:) Regina Mills, will you marry me? (Staring down at Emma in disbelief, Regina has tears in her eyes as she takes a deep breath before giving her answer. Suddenly, the doorbell rings, followed by a loud banging on the front door:) Seriously?" Regina: (Blinking several times and shaking herself out of her daze:) "I'll get rid of them. (Cups Emma’s face in her hands and kisses her:) Don't go anywhere." (Straightening her dress, she rushes to the door.) Mills House. Exterior. (Regina opens the door to find a frantic Zelena standing outside.) Zelena: “We have a massive problem on our hands. Where’s the Sheriff? (Tries to push past her sister:) Is she in there?” Regina: “Zelena! (Pushing her back outside and closing the door:) She’s indisposed right now.” Zelena: “Indisposed? (Raising her voice so Emma can hear:) We’ve got bigger problems than you enjoying your afterglow, Emma!” (Upon hearing this, Emma’s eyes widen, before she starts looking for her clothes.) Regina: (Folding her arms:) “Go home, Zelena and wait for us there.” Zelena: “Oh, don’t bloody bother yourselves. (Raising her voice again:) You know, it would be nice if, sometimes, the Sheriff and the Mayor chose to do their jobs rather than each other!” (Zelena leaves in a cloud of green smoke.)

Enchanted Forest. Past. (Hearing roaring in distance, Baelfire and Rumplestiltskin head towards it.) Baelfire: “This way, Papa.” Rumplestiltskin: “Grendel must be in the caves beyond the lake. We'll never find the entrance.” Baelfire: “Yes, we can. The water's not deep. We can wade through it. (Rumplestiltskin reaches for something then thinks better of it. Baelfire sees:) What is it? (Rumplestiltskin shows him the dagger:) You brought the dagger?” Rumplestiltskin: “I couldn't leave it behind. We could be in those caves in the blink of an eye.” Baelfire: “But, Papa, that's not gonna prove anything to anyone.” Rumplestiltskin: “I want to do this the right way, Bae, but I can't explain it.” Baelfire: “I can. It's just like when you needed the crutch to walk.” Rumplestiltskin: “Yeah. Only worse. When I felt the power this gave me, I couldn't imagine living without it.” Baelfire: “Remember when an ember jumped from the stove and caught your store of wool on fire? You rushed across the hovel to put it out without your crutch.” Rumplestiltskin: “Well, that was a short distance.” Baelfire: “So is this. Think of it like walking across the hovel, one step at a time.” Rumplestiltskin: “There's only one way I'm gonna be able to do this.” (Rumplestiltskin hands the dagger to Baelfire.) Baelfire: “But, Papa, this can control you.” Rumplestiltskin: “Exactly, Bae. If you see me go to use its dark power, you stop me.” Storybrooke. Present. Clock Tower. (Gideon hands Mr. Gold a book.) Gideon: “Her Handsome Hero.” Mr. Gold: (Taking it:) “Your mother's favorite.” Gideon: “She sent me away with that copy. Years after the Black Fairy kidnapped me, I found it amongst her things. I kept it beneath the mattress in my cell. That tale got me through the endless nights. But then one night, the Black Fairy caught me reading it. She asked me if I wanted to be like the character I was named after, a hero. I said I did. She just laughed, and she said, ‘We'll see about that.’ That night, she took the boy in the cell across from mine. She dragged him to her tower, where she whipped him. I could hear his cries echo through the halls, begging for someone to stop her. I reached out to the door of my cell, and it was open. I had a chance to save him, but I didn't. I just sat there, listening to his cries.” Mr. Gold: “She left the door unlocked on purpose.” Gideon: (Inhales sharply:) “To show me I didn't have what it takes. I was a coward, Father, just like you. But we can show your mother that she was wrong about both of us. Will you help me?” Mr. Gold: “Yes. (Stands:) But first you must settle your nerves.” (Mr. Gold hands his son a cup.) Gideon: (Sips:) “What kind of tea is this?” Mr. Gold: “One laced with memory potion. In a few moments you won't remember what the Black Fairy did. Your pain will be gone.” (They embrace.) Gideon: “I’m sorry, father. A memory potion won’t work on me. (They part:) I was raised by the Black Fairy. No matter how hard I try to forget, I can’t.” Mr. Gold: “Gideon, this isn’t the way.” Gideon: “If you truly care about what she did to me, you're going to keep your promise, and you are going to help me to fulfill my destiny.” Enchanted Forest. Past. Caves. (Rumplestiltskin and Baelfire have waded through the water and into the cave.) Rumplestiltskin: (Hearing the roaring in the distance:) “Grendel. (Moving further into the cave, they see a pile of bodies on the floor:) We're too late. (Spotting something on the ground, he picks it up:) An ogre's call?” Baelfire: “Papa, what is it? Are you all right? (Suddently, Baelfire is grabbed from behind by Beowulf and the dagger taken from him:) Papa!” Rumplestiltskin: (Rushing to his son’s aid:) “Stay away from my son!” Beowulf: “Or what?” Baelfire: “Don't. We should be fighting Grendel together.”

Rumplestiltskin: “There is no Grendel, Bae. There never has been.” (Rumplestiltskin hands Baelfire the Ogre’s call.) Beowulf: “Your father's right. The only monster down here is the Dark One.” Rumplestiltskin: “You killed those villagers.” Beowulf: “I didn't. You did.” Baelfire: “Why are you doing this?” Rumplestiltskin: “So he can be the hero he thinks he was meant to be.” Beowulf: “We would have won that war without your dark magic!” Rumplestiltskin: “You would have died. Everyone would have died! And doing this now won't make you a hero.” Beowulf: “That's not what the villagers are gonna say when they see you standing over these bodies. (Raising the dagger:) Dark One, I command you stay exactly where you are.” Baelfire: “No. Papa!” Rumplestiltskin: “Bae, run. Get help.” (Baelfire runs from the cave.) Beowulf: “Think your boy can stop me? You may have ended The Ogres War, but I'll be remembered as the hero who defeated the Dark One.” Storybrooke. Present. Mr. Gold’s Shop. (This time, Mr. Gold hands Gideon a book.) Mr. Gold: “This book contains the spell to repair the sword. Restoring its power is gonna be more difficult than you think. It requires the blood of the person who forged it.” Gideon: “If that's what it takes, Father.” Mr. Gold: “Gideon, look, you were willing to kill the Savior. Now you're willing to spill innocent blood.” Gideon: “I don't have a choice. I need to fix this sword to fulfill my destiny.” Mr. Gold: “And what happens then? How does it end?” Gideon: “With the destruction of the Black Fairy and all she stands for.” Mr. Gold: “That's not how it ends. That's not how it ever ends. The Black Fairy destroyed your childhood. Don't let her destroy the rest of your life.” Gideon: “No, I’ve come too far now. Tell me who forged this blade? Whose blood do I need? Please, father.” Mr. Gold: (Hesitates, then relents:) “The Blue Fairy's.” Gideon: “My Fairy Godmother?” Mr. Gold: “There's good in you, Gideon. Don't snuff out the light in your heart. If you do this, you might not be able to get back.” Gideon: “That's a risk I have to take.” Mr. Gold: “Gideon, please.” Gideon: “And I can't have you getting in my way. If you care for me at all, don't try to stop me.” (Gideon leaves in a cloud of smoke.) The Town Line. (Zelena stands with her luggage and the Evil Queen’s cage beside her, carrying baby Robin in her arms.) Zelena: (To the Evil Queen:) “With so many dank sewers out there, I could hardly leave you behind, sis.” Regina: (Appearing in a cloud of smoke:) “I thought you might be here. What’s this about?” Zelena: “I know you're gonna miss me, sis, but I can't stay here. And Baby Robin needs her mummy very much alive.” Regina: “So what’s your plan, exactly?” Zelena: (Holds up a green vial:) “Mixed to order. It'll drain the magic out of any spell, including the town line. And then it's hello, New York City.” Regina: (Unimpressed:) “It won't work.” Zelena: “No harm in trying. (Uncorking the vial, she tips a drop onto the town line. A flash of light pushes her backwards:) What the hell?!” Regina: “If I had all the ingredients to break the protection spell, do you really think I wouldn't have done it already?” Zelena: “So, we're trapped here?” Regina: (Sighs:) “If you really want to leave, I'll dig through every book I have to figure out how to break the protection spell.” Zelena: “You will?” Regina: “Yes. I care about your happiness even if you don’t believe me. And if that means helping you walk out of here, so be it. But, I would prefer you stayed and helped us deal with whatever or whomever has driven you to this decision.” Zelena: (Sighs:) “Well I don’t suppose I really have much choice at the moment, do I?” Regina: (Smiles:) “Not really. Come on, let’s start at my vault.”

Storybrooke. Any Given Sundae. (Hidden away in the back room of the now abandoned ice cream parlour, Eloise conjures an image in a crystal ball.) Black Fairy: "Ah, my dear Gothel. How go our plans?" Eloise/Gothel: "Coming along nicely. I've made my presence known to Zelena. The poor dear has gone and had herself a child." Black Fairy: "Excellent. That means she's vulnerable. And Gideon, is he any closer to defeating the Savior?" Gothel: "His father is keeping a close eye on him, but I believe Gideon is still with us." Black Fairy: "Wonderful. The time is close at hand. Soon, we shall all have what we most desire, and there will be no more Savior to stop us." Enchanted Forest. Past. (Beowulf strides through the forest when he hears a noise. Drawing his sword, he turns towards it. Quickly grabbing the Dark One dagger from Beowulf’s belt, Baelfire stands before the warrior.) Beowulf: “You're just like your father. You don't have it in you.” Baelfire: (As Beowulf swings at him, holding the dagger aloft:) “Dark One, I summon thee!” (Rumplestiltskin appears between them and sends Beowulf flying backwards against a tree.) Rumplestiltskin: (Stalking towards Beowulf:) “I told you to stay away from my son.” Beowulf: (Gasping:) “Go ahead. Kill me. Then your boy will see that you are a monster.” Rumplestiltskin: “I'm taking you back to the village, and I'm telling them the truth.” Beowulf: “You think they'll believe you? They're afraid of you, Rumple. They watched you bring an army of Ogres to their knees. They know it's only a matter of time before you turn that dagger on them.” Baelfire: “He's right, Papa. They'll never believe us.” Rumplestiltskin: “Then we'll find a new village, Bae. We'll start over, you and me.” Baelfire: “No. I won't let him do this to us. He's the monster. He's the one who should pay.” Beowulf: (Stands:) “Step aside, boy.” Rumplestiltskin: “Bae. Don't.” Baelfire: (Raising the dagger:) “Dark One, stop him!” Rumplestiltskin: “Bae, please.” Baelfire: “Do it! Kill him!” (Rumplestiltskin clicks his fingers and snaps Beowulf’s neck.) Rumplestiltskin: (Looking to his son:) “Oh, Bae.”

Storybrooke Heritage Park. Present. (Mother Superior checks a map of the area as Gideon appears behind her.) Gideon: “You were my Fairy Godmother.” Mother Superior: (Turning to face him:) “Gideon. I have been looking for you everywhere.” Gideon: “You were supposed to protect me when I was just a baby.” Mother Superior: “I know. I tried. But the Black Fairy she was too strong. I'm sorry.” Gideon: “Don't be. You may not have been able to help me back then, but maybe you can now.” Mother Superior: (As Gideon holds up the hilt:) “No. Killing Emma with that blade... it will not make you the Savior the way that you think.” Gideon: “Save the lecture. There's only one thing I need from you. Your magic. All of it.” Mother Superior: “Please don't do this.” Gideon: “Don't make this any harder than it has to be.” Mother Superior: “Gideon.” (Gideon freezes her in place.) Mr. Gold: (Arriving:) “Gideon, stop.” Gideon: “Father, what are you doing here?” Mr. Gold: “I watched one son darken his heart long ago. I can't watch another do the same.” Gideon: “You can't stop me.” Mr. Gold: “I'm not here to stop you. I'm here to do it for you.” Mother Superior: (As Gold takes the hilt from Gideon. Exhales sharply:) “Gold, please don't.” Mr. Gold: “I'm sorry. (Mr. Gold cuts her palm with the hilt of the sword. A single drop of blood is enough to begin the process of draining the fairy of her powers. With the sword restored, Mother Superior slumps to the ground. To Gideon:) We will defeat the Black Fairy. You will become a hero. But I won't let you touch the darkness to do so.”  (Holds out the sword.) Gideon: (Taking it:) “Thank you, Father.” Enchanted Forest. Past. (Baelfire stands examining the Dark One dagger as Rumplestiltskin watches him.) Rumplestiltskin: “Bae what are you going to do with the dagger now?” Baelfire: “I don't know. But the baker's son will think twice about pushing me in the mud when he sees me carrying this.” Rumplestiltskin: “Oh, Bae, listen to yourself.” Baelfire: “Papa, I'm sorry I asked you to give up your power. I understand now why it's so hard. But we need it. It's the only way to protect ourselves.” Rumplestiltskin: “You're right, Bae. You're right. Now, here. Drink your tea.” Baelfire: (Drinks:) “What's in this, Papa? It tastes strange.” Rumplestiltskin: “Memory potion. I won't let you follow me into the darkness, Bae. One of us has to be strong.” Baelfire: (As the potion takes affect:) “Wha? Papa, Papa, where are we? How How did we get out of the cave?” Rumplestiltskin: “You bumped your head. It must have been harder than I thought. Don't worry, son. Beowulf won't be bothering us anymore.” Baelfire: “What? What happened to him?” Rumplestiltskin: “It's not important.” Baelfire: (Finds Beowulf’s sword:) “You killed him. Papa, how could you?” Rumplestiltskin: “I'm sorry, Bae. I did what I had to do.” Baelfire: “Beowulf was right. That dagger is turning you into a monster.” (Baelfire runs out of the hovel as Rumplestiltskin sits, heartbroken.)

Storybrooke. Present. Mr. Gold’s Shop. Back Room. (Mr. Gold lays the Mother Superior on a cot in the back room.) Belle: “What happened?” Mr. Gold: “Belle, I can explain.” Belle: “No. Rumple, you promised me. You said you would find Gideon before he did something he couldn't come back from.” Mr. Gold: “Gideon didn't do this to her. I did.” Belle: “Why?” Mr. Gold: “Because it was the only way to stop him from doing it himself. If he had, I fear he would already be lost to us. Once we stop him, I can return her magic. No one needs to be hurt. Gideon has the sword now. It's more powerful than ever. He'll go after the Savior once again. I just hope there's enough time that we can stop him before he does.” Belle: “We will. (Mr. Gold looks to her:) For once, you put our son first. You darkened your soul so he wouldn't have to. If you can make the right choice after all the wrong you've done, then that means that there's hope our son will, too.” (Belle embraces her husband and, with tears in his eyes, Mr. Gold holds her close to him.) Regina’s Vault. (Zelena and Regina stand beside a cauldron as Regina adds ingredients.) Zelena: “I’m sorry. It was a mistake to leave without saying anything. But this Gothel, she’s bad news.” Regina: “First things first. We have to make sure, at the very least, that the Evil Queen’s transformation is permanent. She’s much more manageable in this form. (Sighs:) This mistake is my fault.” Zelena: “You’re not wrong there.” Regina: “How did I ever think that removing my evil half would change anything? (Looking down at the cage:) Well, I thought I was rid of you for good, Queenie, but I guess I'll always be paying the price for what you did. (Corrects herself:) What I did.” (Lifting the cloth, it’s revealed that the Evil Queen has escaped her confinement.) Zelena: “What?!” Regina: “Where the hell is she?” Storybrooke. Dr. Facilier's Lair. (Back in his hidden hideaway, Dr. Facilier sits alone at a small circular table, shuffling tarot cards and humming a tune to himself.) Dr. Facilier: "Don't you disrespect me, don't you derogate or deride. You're in my world now, not your world. And I’ve got friends on the other side. (Raising his glass aloft, we several amber lights begin to glow in the darkness. As the room fills with more and more light, we see that the amber lights are in fact pairs of eyes. Eyes that belong to the departed souls of the former Dark Ones. Facilier takes a drink and then chuckles:) Oh yes, I’ve got friends on the other side."

The End.

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

[areyouscarletcold]

since i don't know much about the ella enchanted coldflash au, maybe some hcs about that?

Anon…Listen…Do you have any ideas what can of worms you’ve just opened? also I love you for asking about this au, it’s my baby I’m going to try not to ramble and spoil every last detail but bear with me.

1. So, Len’s the one who’s cursed as Ella, and in true Len fashion, his whole childhood has evolved from him not knowing about the curse to him knowing and trying to somehow convince Sara Lance (aka the Lucinda/godmother of this verse, who isn’t annoying like the orig I promise) to come back and remove his curse through good deeds to bitterly accepting that as long as he tries to defy the curse in little ways, he’ll be fine because clearly there’s no happy ending in this for him. And then Lisa comes along and spoilers if you haven’t read the first chap up Len has a new reason to keep defying Lewis because being fae is…come si dice…not seen as a good thing to a lot of people still. Which means he tries to protect her in any way possible, even if it means doing Lewis’s dirty work. So every visit back - and to give Lewis his stolen goods in order to keep him happy and Lisa safe - is usually punctuated by theft and bitter times.

2. Enter Barry, who quite literally runs into Len after one of these times and immediately sets off Len’s instincts to bolt because why the hell is the prince in the forest and shit he’s going to know who I am. But to his surprise…Barry doesn’t seem to know - even if the bag of stolen gold and jewelry Len’s carrying is mighty suspicious. The poor guy just wanted to get away from the palace for a while, what with the upcoming coronation stressing him out, so he doesn’t quite get why Len is trying to shoo him away even as they part ways.

3.  And that’s the end of it, right? …Except then they run into each other again in the woods. And again. By then Len’s a little exasperated and Barry’s a little amused, but it’s fun and Len finds himself wanting to see Barry again just as much as Barry wants to see Len because it’s a weird game of cat-and-mouse that they’ve got going on.

4. But then Lisa loses control of her magic for the first time in years and with no other way to hide it, and an agreement that maybe it’s long past time to escape Lewis’s manipulations, the Snarts run away to find both his godmother to put an end to his curse and to undo - or at least help Lisa learn to control - the magic that she unleashed before things get worse.

5. Which leads us to Barry running into Len again after a particularly close call with some ogres (”since when do you know the prince, Lenny?”) and deciding to tag along because hey, you look like you both need help finding this godmother of yours (”no, we don-” “tell him he can come” “…come with us”) and of course through magical shenanigans and the eventual return in time for the coronation ball, the two realize they like each other…only for Len to meet the king regent who thinks Len’s obedience will fit into his plans nicely.

I know I’ve rb-ed it like 3 times but you can find the first chap of this au right here on Ao3

send me an au and i’ll tell you 5+ headcanons about it

#coldflash #ella enchanted au #anon #call rants #of course there's other shit that happens and other characters like Cisco and Mick but that'd take up way more than 5 hcs to explain

[takadasaiko]

Such Great Heights (a Wynonna Earp fanfic)

FFN II AO3

Summary: Everything looks perfect from far away, but the closer she looks the more cracks in that perfect façade Wynonna finds.

Part Two

The Sheriff's station was surprisingly empty as Willa made her way in that early afternoon, a hot tea in hand and she hadn't dared pick up a coffee for Wynonna. She knew herself well enough to just avoid the temptation. No alcohol and no caffeine. She'd forgotten how cranky being pregnant could make her.

"Hey, sis, what are you doing here?"

The eldest Earp sister turned to find Waverly standing at the front desk, leaning on it a little as if she had been chatting with Nicole before she'd interrupted. "I was looking for Wynonna."

"Oh, she and Dolls are out tracking down a lead on one of Wynonna's special cases," Waverly answered. "Something about a judge using kids to work illegal angles or something."

"She's been working more and more of those cases lately. You guys get the demons under control?"

"Dirtbag and demon aren't exactly mutually exclusive," Nicole pointed out. "The guy had some serious ties to Revenants back in the day."

"Anyway, I thought you wanted to stay away from all the Earp stuff," Waverly teased.

"Hey, I served my time with it. Daddy thought I'd be the Heir until you came along and Peacemaker all but flew into your hand."

Waverly gave a small smile and ducked her head. Willa reached out, playfully pooping her on the shoulder. "What did Mama always say? Everything has a purpose. You ended the curse and we're all free because of it. Grace too. Anyway, they used to come after all of us. Could you even imagine Robert fighting a demon?"

"I'm kind of surprised he even believes in all of the supernatural," Nicole murmured thoughtfully. "Most people I meet that are from Purgatory are all but brainwashed into ignoring everything that is happening around them."

"He's always been pretty open minded about it." Even so, Willa had plenty to be grateful for in that he'd never been dragged into the fight. He was a stubborn man and loyal as hell. He would have tried to do anything he could to help protect her, and it would have gotten him killed in the end. No, Mama was right, things work out as they should.

"Should I tell Wynonna you're looking for her?" Waverly asked, her voice a little hesitant as she pulled her older sister out of her thoughts.

"I'll catch up with her. She's just going to get the news second."

"What news?" Then it seemed to click. "Oh! You had you ultrasound today! Did you find out?"

Willa's grin only grew. "We did. Grace is having a baby brother."

Waverly squealed. "Have you picked out a name yet? Greyson maybe? Or is that too close? Maybe that's too close."

"Actually Robert and I like the name Wyatt."

The youngest Earp sister paused, her eyes growing just a little bit wider and her voice was soft when she spoke. "I like it."

Willa pulled in a steady breath. "Good, because I was going to ask if you'd be Wyatt's godmother."

Waverly blinked at her, her expression blank. "What? You want me to be…."

"Wynonna is Grace's, so it just seemed… right that you should be Wyatt's. I mean, you are kind of the keeper of all the family history and with us naming him Wyatt-"

"Yes!" Waverly squeaked. "Yes! Of course! I just thought… nevermind what I thought, yes! Wait, what's his middle name? Is it going to be Earp? Or would that be overdoing it just a little?"

A laugh escaped and she shook her head. "We haven't gotten that far yet. Probably not though." Her hazel gaze flickered over to Nicole. "We're asking you too, Nicole. I know you guys haven't tied the knot yet, but you're family."

Nicole's smile stretched. "Definitely. You know I love you guys."

"You hear that, Wyatt?" Waverly asked. "I'm not just Auntie Waverly anymore. I'm your godmother."

Willa groaned dramatically, swatting at her younger sister. "Gah… don't make me regret this," she teased, but suddenly she was being dragged forward as Waverly wrapped her arms around her tightly.

"I love you, sis."

"You too, Waves. Just… keep it quiet until I tell Wynonna? I promised her she'd be the first to know."

"I think she'll forgive you. Anyway, won't Robert tell her?"

Willa tilted her head in question. "Why would Robert tell her?"

"That's where they are, over at his school following up on some of the rumours about the judge," Nicole explained, glaring at the phone on the desk that started to ring.

"I need to get going," Willa offered. "Did you ever decide on a date for that announcement party?"

"I'm thinking the beginning of next month."

"Just let me know. I'll clear Shorty's for you and we'll get Doc to decorate. Who knew the man had a hidden talent?"

Waverly grinned at her and Willa offered her another quick hug before waving goodbye to Nicole who had the longest-suffering look on her face as she told whoever was on the other end of the phone that, again, this was the sheriff's office, not the bakery. Just another day in Purgatory.

It was amazing how certain judgements lingered long after they should have faded away. Wynonna felt like she was a student all over again as she shuffled through the halls, avoiding eye contact with some of the older teachers that recognized her from her days there. She hadn't been that bad, not really. She had smoked weed behind the gym, skipped a few classes, but all in all she'd been no worse than Willa the year ahead of her, and once they'd both been in high school together they had definitely raised more hell than they had separately, but no one seemed to remember Willa like they remembered Wynonna. It probably didn't help that Waverly followed after, her 4.0 average and perfect attendance a goal that Wynonna never would have been able to reach when she was there, much less in retrospect. Their parents hadn't played favourites, per se, but everyone loved Waverly. The perfect student, the perfect Heir…. Well, that was one thing Wynonna wouldn't envy her sister. She could keep that.

"I still can't believe you actually went to school here," Dolls said, breaking Wynonna from her train of thought. "I mean, like a normal teenager." He was bent over looking at the trophy case like he hadn't seen it half a dozen times since moving to Purgatory years before with the intention of working with Ward Earp to end the Revenant threat in the town. Instead he'd found three sisters dressed in black for their father's funeral after a terrible car accident and the youngest Earp the one able to fire the gun passed down from generation to generation. Wynonna had understood why he stuck it out in their crazy little town for the two years that it took Waverly and Team Earp - as she liked to call them - to take out all of the Revenants, but what had kept the war hero that could have taken his operation anywhere in the world in Purgatory of all places was still beyond her. Not that she was complaining. Dolls had given her purpose in her job. Apparently plain ol' Wynonna was pretty good at taking names and kicking ass, even when some of those asses she was kicking were demons drawn to Purgatory in the wake of the broken curse.

"Sort of normal. I was still an Earp."

"And all that entails. Tell me you weren't a cheerleader."

"You wish. That was Waverly. Willa went out for it one year too, but she didn't last long. Something about an attitude problem." A small smile played on her lips as she remembered how smug her big sister had been when she'd gotten booted. That had been the real accomplishment, not making it.

"Every teacher in this place hates you, don't they?"

"Well, not every one. There are some that don't know me. And I don't think Robert hates me. Kinda hard to get a read on the guy sometimes."

"He's been married to Willa since before I came into town."

"Six years…? No. Five. Between five and six." She struggled to put the memories in order. "They didn't date very long before tying the knot. They started dating after Doc and I did, but got married before us."

"Okay, that part doesn't shock me."

"Why's that?"

"It takes you a while to commit, Earp."

"Hey now, asshole."

Dolls lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Once you figure out what you want, you're all in, but getting there? Don't even try to tell me you're the trusting type."

"None of us are," Wynonna murmured. "I think that's why it surprised us that it happened so fast, but she trusted him. Robert was the exception to every norm Willa had."

"Seems to have worked out."

The bell rung overhead and doors opened all around them, sending kids flooding into the hallway. Wynonna and Dolls were bumped and jostled as teenagers rushed for their lockers. "This was a terrible idea!" she called over and between, wherever she could find a hole to try to shout at her partner.

"Not like we could just call her to the office," Dolls answered, pushing through to get closer to where Wynonna stood. "What'd you say her name was again?"

"Jessica… something."

"Helpful."

"Hey. Alice refused to go to sleep last night. She was determined we needed to watch Frozen at least five times before she'd even consider bed. You're lucky I'm not still sleeping, pal."

Dolls rolled his eyes, but she was sure she saw his lips quirk at the corners before he turned to use his height to survey the running students.

Somehow it was Wynonna who spotted her though, and she reached out to grab hold of Dolls' jacket to drag him along with her. "Hey! Hi. Jessica, right?"

The girl she'd spotted looked over with suspicious blue eyes, adjusting her backpack over one shoulder. She was tall and skinny, her clothes hanging off of her like they were hand-me-downs from someone much more broadly built. "Who are you?"

"I'm Deputy Marshal Dolls and this is Deputy Earp. We just have a few-"

"I didn't do anything and I have a class to get to," the girl answered and started past them.

"We know," Wynonna said as she reached out and latched onto the bag, effectively halting her escape. "We just want to ask you a few question and I promise you get to walk off to wherever you want to go after with a free pass through the class you're supposed to be in if you want it."

That caught her attention and she looked around as if to make sure they weren't being noticed. "The whole thing?"

"Yep." Wynonna could feel Dolls glaring at her, but it was the only way she was going to get this kid to talk. She felt familiar, somehow, like she knew her even though she couldn't remember seeing her before this.

Jessica nodded slowly, positioning herself in a less visible spot of the hall, her stance still tense and nervous. "I don't know what you think I know or what you think I've done," she muttered.

"Oh, we know what you've done. A few B&E's mostly," Dolls said and Wynonna felt the urge to elbow him in the ribs. Hard. She resisted though. Good cop, bad cop.

"Yeah, well, that's not news," the girl grumbled, her fingers playing at a long necklace that caught Wynonna's eyes. A key hung at the end of it, a few beads worked into the necklace itself.

She shook the strangest feeling of deja vu from her mind and focused. They were here to help this kid. The necklace wasn't important. "And you're answering to Judge Cryderman, right?" She watched the girl go quiet at that. "Yeah, I thought so. Real dick. That's the guy we're after. We just need to know if he's asked you to do anything illegal. Anything that he told you to keep to yourself. If he-"

"No," the girl snapped.

"Jessica, we can't help you if you don't help us," Dolls warned.

"I can't help you with something I don't know. So, if we're done, I gotta go."

She shoved past them, not even bothering with the pass for the class. Wynonna looked at Dolls and he huffed a frustrated sigh. "That guy is so dirty."

"Oh yeah."

"But if none of the kids will talk, we can't prove anything."

"I'm not saying I'd be willing to break into his office to find evidence, but I'd totally be willing to break into his office to find evidence."

Her partner offered her a glare that lacked any real commitment to it, but the conversation came to a halt as they spotted a familiar face. Robert Svane, his messenger bag hanging from one shoulder and keys in the opposite hand, paused in the middle of the hallway, peering through his glasses at them. "Hello," he greeted with one dark eyebrow quirked upward and a small, hesitant smile starting at his lips. "Harassing my students today?"

"Trying to catch a bad guy. We were hoping that one of them might have some answers for us."

"Oh, you won't get them to talk to you directly. Not with that," Robert said, motioning to the badge on Dolls' belt. "That makes you the enemy in their eyes."

"And you?"

Robert shrugged. "Depends on the student. Some talk, some don't."

"This one's Jessica. Long dark hair, key necklace?" Wynonna prompted and watched her brother-in-law's eyes narrow just a little as he tilted his head to indicate that they should follow him. He moved towards a room and pushed the door open.

Wynonna hadn't been in Robert's classroom in some time and her gaze swept over the rows of desks, the overflowing bookshelves, and finally came to rest on the framed photo of Willa kissing a giggling Grace that sat on his desk, a small smile working its way into place. He must have caught her looking at it because his own expression had lightened considerably when she looked back over at him. "Found out we're having a boy today," he told her. "That's where I've been, so you caught me just in time. I'd have had a class next hour."

"What do you know about the girl?" Dolls prompted.

Robert pulled in a deep breath, starting to unpack his bag on his desk. "She's in the foster system. I don't know the whole story, but I do know she's been in and out of St Jude's."

"Just Cryderman's type," Wynonna grumbled. "Someone no one would believe even if she'd be willing to ask for help. You think you could talk to her? Let her know we're not trying to hurt her?"

"I'll see what I can do."

She nodded, feeling like there should be more. It was something dancing on the edge of her mind, something that didn't fit or that shouldn't fit, she wasn't sure. After a moment she pushed it back. If she thought of it later, she'd know where to find him. She started to turn, but stopped. Maybe that was it. "Congrats, by the way."

Robert's grin flashed immediately. "Thanks."

"You guys have a name picked out?"

"Yeah. Wyatt. Just act surprised when Willa tells you. She's been lookin' forward to it."

Wynonna found herself smiling too. "Oh I know she has. Doc'll want to take you out to celebrate tonight. Just don't giving him any ideas, got it? Alice is more than enough right now."

"No promises," he offered with a sly wink and she rolled her eyes at him as she turned, Dolls moving with her as they went back onto the trail of a dirty judge.

Word traveled fast in the Earp clan and just as Wynonna had predicted Doc called for a celebration that evening. The last minute timing meant that only he and Robert actually made it to said celebration, but that worked out well enough. It would be like old times, just him and Robert and a few glasses of whisky between them. It would be just like their undergrad days.

Robert had rolled his eyes a little at that one, but Doc knew the man. He had always needed a little coaxing to loosen up and he relied on Doc to be the one to do it. What better excuse to have a few drinks and smoke a couple cigars did they have than finding out that Grace was getting a baby brother, just as Doc's precocious little niece had predicted.

"I'd say things worked out," Doc said, the words tumbling over each other a little more than they had a drink or two before. "We always said we might as well be family. Who'd've thought we'd marry two of the Earp sisters?"

Robert snorted a laugh, taking a long sip from his own glass. "Times do change."

"Ha. But sometimes you stick with the people who've seen it all." He motioned to the bartender. "You know he shaved most his hair sophomore year of undergrad on a bet he lost? I want you to picture Robert Svane with a mohawk for just a second. Man looked like a damn viking."

"That's his last one," Robert told the chuckling bartender, motioning to Doc's drink.

"Willa know about that?" the younger man asked.

"Oh, she has photos. I made sure of it," Doc assured him. "And one more. We're celebrating, and Robert ain't near drunk enough."

"Wynonna's gonna kill me," Robert managed as the bartender did as Doc asked and refilled his glass.

Doc flashed him a grin and gave a him shove, a little disappointed that the other man didn't tilt any more than he did on his barstool. Nope. Definitely not to their limit yet. "Another for him as well."

"Oh hell," Robert chuckled. "We are not repeating that night before graduation, you hear me, Holliday?"

The grin didn't fade as Doc lifted his glass to toast. "To every decision we've made that brought us here, good and bad, and to little Wyatt Svane."

Every argument that he might have made seemed to wash out of him at that as Robert clinked his glass to Doc's and the two tossed the whisky back in celebration of the newest addition.

Doc watched the other man as they both set the newly emptied glasses down, noticing the slower movements and the clumsy way he reached up to shove his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. There was that limit. He'd seen it many an evening over the years of their friendship. First in college, then when Robert had had visited each other during the darker haired man's master's program and Doc's brief stint through dental school. As different as they were, they'd remained close throughout it all, and here they were, years later, family.

And family took care of each other. He reached into his wallet and pulled out enough to cover both sets of drinks and tip before motioning to Robert. "C'mon."

A pair of icy blue eyes blinked owlishly at him from behind those glasses. "What?"

"You think this is the only thing I had planned? What kinda best friend would I be?"

Robert shook his head and stood a little unsteadily from his barstool. "You're the one that'll hate yourself in the mornin'," he drawled and Doc swung an arm around his shoulders.

"Oh, we'll find somethin' that gives you a hangover one of these days, don't you worry about that. It's on my list of life goals after all the times you've been fine and dandy the next mornin' with me sicker 'n a dog." His friend snorted and Doc grinned, guiding him towards the door of the bar. This was going to be a fun night.

By the time they reached the end of the main street that wound down to the path that led out towards the edge of town Robert was starting to recover at least some of the feeling in his face and extremities. His steps had steadied out just a little better, or he thought they had anyway, but then all of a sudden that strange sensation of sudden tunnel vision would hit that would screw with his equilibrium. Drinking with Doc Holliday was always a bad life choice. Fun, but a bad life choice.

"You got a lighter on you?"

It took a moment for the words to make their way through his mental filter to make sense of them and Robert looked over to where Hank had somehow managed to turn and actually look at him while still walking forward. Okay, well at least one of them was steady on their feet. "I quit when Gracie was born. You know that."

"Sure you did."

"I did."

Hank offered a shit-eating grin as he pulled out two cigars and Robert shook his head. "I hate you."

"You do not," his friend argued and started digging around in his own jacket pocket with his free hand for something to get them lit with. He held one out and Robert took it.

"So we needed to come all the way out to the town line to smoke these?"

"Nah. Coulda done that back behind Shorty's." He found what he was looking for and the flame jumped up from the zippo.

Robert shook his head and leaned in, letting the flame burn the end of the ready cigar and he inhaled, feeling the nicotine hit and the smoke travel down his throat. Damn. He'd really tried to forget how much he missed smoking.

"We came out to the edge of town because I'm gonna teach you to shoot."

Blue eyes popped open and glared over his glasses, smoke releasing along with the one word answer he gave. "No."

"Yes." Hank lit his own cigar and Robert watched him carefully as he inhaled, his lips twitched upward like he thought he'd already won this argument. "You grew up in Purgatory and never learned to shoot. That's why you don't like guns. You don't know how to use one."

It was only then that Robert caught sight of the pistol tucked away in its holster. More people carried than not in Purgatory, even into the bars, so it hadn't phased him until right then and his thin lips twitched doward. "You're drunk."

"So are you. That's when you make the best decisions of your life."

"Oh that is not true," the darker haired man managed, the words riding out on a chuckle. Funny, he thought he was sobering up a lot faster right about then.

"I promise not to shoot you if you'll say the same," Hank laughed as he started for the fence line, eyes scanning for something along the bushes. It took him a few minutes, but he found a few empty cans from whatever teenagers had come out here to avoid getting caught with their party. He lined them up on the rock fence between the metal bars, grinning as he finally returned, pulling the pistol from his belt and Robert took a very purposeful step back.

"You're drunk enough to see double. Exactly how do you plan to hit-"

The first shot made him jump and the first can, fit between the bars, went flying. The second went after that, and finally a third. Hank looked very satisfied with himself. The fact that Robert was gaping at him probably didn't hurt. He'd always known the man was a good shot, but this drunk? Not to mention at night and between the bars of the old fence.

"Your turn."

"Oh no. I'm more than happy to watch."

"You married an Earp, Robert. The fact that Willa hasn't-"

"Willa was well aware I couldn't shoot when we got married. Hadn't forgotten that in the five years since either."

Hank all but shoved the pistol into his hand and Robert took a deep drag from his cigar. He thought he could use another whisky right about then. "Fine," he all but growled, shoving the smoking cigar into his grinning friend's hand as he shifted the gun from his right to his left hand and back a couple more times, trying to decide which it felt more comfortable in. Neither. Neither was the answer to that question.

"You're a lefty aren't you?" Hank asked.

"I write with my left, yeah. Few things with my right."

"Think they call that ambidextrous."

"They do," Robert agreed and he leveled the gun, wondering just what would happen if the bullet happened to hit one of the bars. He could just see it ricocheting off to one side, doing some damage or the other that he'd never meant. This had to be the dumbest thing he'd done in years. If he thought about it, most of his truly dumb decisions had been made after he and Hank drank way too much. He had the scars to prove it.

Motion to his left caught his attention and Robert spun to look, taking the gun with him and causing Hank to jump back. "Woh, first lesson is you don't point that thing at someone you ain't willin' to shoot."

Robert immediately let the barrel drop. "Did you see that?"

Hank turned, scanning the treeline where Robert was sure that he'd seen something move just moments before. He shrugged. "Probably a bird or a coon. Maybe a deer?"

"Right."

"Don't let it spook ya. Just aim and fire."

"Right," he repeated, swallowing hard and forcing himself to relax. He put pressure on the trigger, steadying himself to pull it, and nearly jumped out of his skin as his phone started vibrating in his pocket. The shot went off and the gun recoiled, leaving him standing there for a long moment just gaping in the direction the bullet had sailed, finally snapping his mouth shut hard enough that his teeth clicked together and he shoved the gun back into Hank's hands. "I shot it."

"You have got to be the worse shot I have ever seen in my life," his friend chuckled, exchanging the gun for the cigar and Robert was much happier for it.

He put the cigar to his lips and inhaled deeply as he fumbled to pull his cell out of his pocket, his fingers still feeling a bit clumsy. Apparently the adrenaline hadn't fully burned the alcohol out of his system. "'lo?" he answered, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Is Doc still with you?"

Dark brows drew together and he double checked the phone, seeing Wynonna's name and a photo of her flipping him off light up the screen. "Yeah. He's got a phone too, y'know."

"That'd be great if he would answer it. What the hell are you boys doing? You're not at Shorty's."

Robert chuckled, shifting the phone so he wasn't speaking directly into it and mouthed Wynonna in answer to Hank's confused expression. That seemed to confuse him even more and he went searching for his own phone.

"We're at the town line. He thought it'd be a smart choice to try to teach me how to shoot."

"Yeah? How'd that one go?" his sister-in-law chuckled.

"'Bout how you'd expect. Hank, you lose your phone?"

"Mustta left it at the bar. Let's head back for it. You're a hopeless case anyway."

"On this, yeah. I do a few other things alright though."

"You guys heading back then?" Wynonna asked, reminding him that she was still on the line.

"Yeah, you wanna check with the bartender to see if he's got it. We're…" There it was again. The same movement. It caught Robert's gaze and this time he was certain it wasn't an animal.

"Robert!"

Robert spun when Hank shouted, but it wasn't his friend that was suddenly behind him. He thought he heard Wynonna yell over the phone, but it went flying from his hands as he stumbled back, finding a creature standing right in front of him that was most certainly not human either. Robert hit the ground hard, rolling to his left to avoid the clawed creature that came down after him, and he struggled to his feet as a shot rang out from Hank's direction.

The creature stumbled, hit square in the chest, but it only knocked it back enough to give Robert a chance to put a little distance between himself and it. Hank shot again and a terrible roar erupted from it.

"I think the only thing you're managin' to do is piss it off," he said lowly as he finally got to his friend's side. "I thought all the Revenants were supposed to be gone. Waverly broke the curse. What the hell is that thing?"

"There are still plenty'a demons drawn here. Looks like we found one of them."

Robert couldn't help but stare, the creature straightening itself out so that it loomed over both men's heights. It was ragged, dark, and looked ready to rip them limb from limb. He'd always believed in the supernatural, but seeing it like this, up close and in person, was something else entirely. "We can't outrun that."

"We're gonna have to try. Aim for the line. Maybe it's like the others and can't cross it."

It was worth a shot. It couldn't get both of them at least and if Hank's theory worked out, then they could get across the line and wait for Wavelry to bring her gun and send the thing back where it belonged.

Robert risked a look behind him, spotting the demon making a beeline for Hank who raised his pistol, the gun giving a echoing click proving that he'd used the last bullet in the chamber. "Hey!" he called out, catching the demon's attention and suddenly it was on him. Robert turned and ran.

He made it to the gate and was right at the line, but his boot hit a patch of ice and he felt himself falter. He twisted, trying to catch himself and he felt a burning sensation as he did, but he didn't have time to try to figure out what he'd twisted out of place as one of the clawed hands grabbed hold of the back of his jacket and dragged him back, throwing him roughly to the ground. He hit hard, his head bouncing off the half-frozen ground and the world pulsed around him dangerously, dark spots dancing across his vision. He was fighting a losing battle for consciousness, Hank's shouts sounding further and further away as the darkness closed in around him.

Notes: Well, that didn't take long for them to find trouble, did it? I hope everyone has a fantastic New Years! I plan to get some more writing done this evening :D

#Wearp fanfic #Wynonna Earp #Bobo Del Rey #Doc holliday #Waverly Earp #Nicole Haught #Willa Earp #Such Great Heights

[tamisdava2]

Ok  i promised to tell you how great i spent time in Israel, more than 1 month ago, i am gonna do it now.

Ok so i’ve lived in Ashkelon 5-6 years ago, and after leaving it i’ve never had a chance to look at it, until that one last time that i was in Israel. So yeah, it changed, it got bigger, even the beach coast changed, damn it became so much more nicer, they have a skate park on the beach.

1.We went on the beach, of course for swimming, that we wont be able to call swimming because my mom didn’t let us to get in deeper area where we could swim normally, damn mom, me and my sis aren’t 6 years old dumbos, we can swim! So yeah on the beach there were unusually alot of crows. I basically got charmed by crows, thanks to the one post of the tumblr, well, before it i kind of wasn’t into the crows, especially after that moment when the crow ate my doves’, Chelsea’s and Charlie’s first egg when i lived in Israel. So yeah, thanks to these facts about the crows from the post that i told my sis and mom, they got charmed by the crows, damn they even charmed my mom. So as we get out from sea, we lie down and eat a bunch of food that my graunty(great aunt) gave us, i mean, we were on the beach for 2-3 hours, so yeah, it was smart move graunty. So i decide to feed one of the crows that was near me, and damn i realized that i am in freaking in love with that crow, and i fulffiled my duty as a godmother of animals and as a fan of Nomad of nowhere, and i named him El Rey.

Sis: El Rey?

Me: Yeah, it means in Spanish: “the king” (good freakin name for crow)

Mom: Why did u decide to name him El Rey?

Me: *my NoN fan soul trying to scream out and me trying to hold it back* It is from the cartoon

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Me: So i named El Rey after the character from cartoon that can turn into bunch of crows that eats people. Thats it

Sis: ...

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 And damn he was smart, he would hide the food we gave him in the sand. And we had a heart shaped cookies, guess what i did? I threw it at him screaming: “ACCEPT MY FRIENDSHIP!!!”. He took it, i guess he accepted it after all. 

And as i talked with someone on tumblr about this cutest crow i was like: “I just hope that he didn’t use me for food”

And she was like: “Funny cause that is what kind of El Rey does with people?” (You know NoN fans about what she is talking about)

Me: *Flashbacks from episode 12*

2.Oh boy, my relative, my graunty’s grandaughter. Ok so on friday she came to my graunty’s house, she was like: “Lets play” i agreed,she got bored, and she just hates to just sit and doing nothing, in her opinion playing online games is nothing. And then she was like. ‘lets make up the dance on Ariana grande’s Thank u, next”, i was welp ok, aaaand i regreted it, if any of ya want to lose some weight tell me, and i’ll send you straight to her, she’ll take good care of you, and when i say that i mean that she’ll make you practice the dance non-stop barely letting you to take some rest. And then we sat and started teaching each other languages. I teached her some Georgian, while she teached me some Hebrew, we were talking throught google translate. The problem is that i know Hebrew, maybe not that good, but good enough so i could communicate with child if i would force my brain to think and work instead of using translate. So yeah, i was eating apple, and you know i have this habit, i eat whole apple, with seeds and stick. And my graunty’s grandaughter is like: 

I mean, she had thhis face ^

So yeah i am like confused, and she is like, “You ate whole apple with everything”

So then she starts to write something loooooong in translate, and i read it, and oh boy. 

“You ate the apple’s seeds and now in your belly, there will grow an apple tree”

Me: (I wont tell her that with that adults just try to scare of children so they wouldn’t eat the seeds)

You may ask, why did i let her spin me like it was nothing? 

Welp, in few days she would have Bat Mitzvah aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the problem was that we wouldn’t be able to stay there, because soon our exams would start, very soon. 

3.The way back was hell, first, basically sitting in plane for 3 hours was hell, there someone spilled my mom’s mango juice, and both me and my mom, but mostly my mom, got mango-juiced, and there was one lil adorable kid that wouldn’t stop screamin, welp, i was pretty fine, more or less atleast not as pissed as my mom. You see, her bag got mango-juiced too, and in her bag she had our passports, and our phones, basically everything got mango-juiced.

So yeah the way back was hellish.

#Israel

[myselfinserts]

❝Do you think I’d be out here if I were ONLY after girls!?❞

“STOP! WAIT DON’T! THAT’S FOR MY SISTER!”

Sorley had promised to run ahead of his parents to see Odette while they took care of business and settling in at the hotel. They’d brought a present, a beautiful rose gold locket with a swan engraved on it, and he’d promised to look after it and get it to her safely. And he’d done a good job of it so far. 

But then a Chausie came along and swiped the box, carrying it away by the ribbon and rushing toward the Heights Alliance. 

If it wasn’t for his quirk, Sorley would run a little faster. 

“Come back, please!” he cried. “Good kitty!!!” The cat turned a corner and vanished. Sorley skidded to a halt and sighed, trying to catch his breath. “Dammit. This sucks.”

“Sorley? Est-ce vous, petit frère?“

Sorley stiffened, turning slowly around to see his papa’s golden eyes staring at him. It always caught him off guard how much like papa Odette looked. If it wasn’t for the hair, she could easily pass as his clone. 

“Bonjour ma soeur aînée bien-aimée! Comment vas-tu en ce beau jour?“

Odette narrowed her eyes. “What trouble have you gotten into this time?”

“Me? Trouble? Sorley chuckled. “Never.”

“Sorley.” Her voice started to tighten in that way that only papa could replicate. “What is the matter?”

“I lost something,” he sighed, giving in. “It was a present made by Auntie Aurelia for you from papa and dad. A big Chausie ran off with it toward the dorms.”

Odette smiled, giving him a pat on the head. “That’s Mr. Pickles. Probably off to the Gen. Studies. dorms.”

“...Mr....Pickles?”

“Clement’s cat.” She motioned for him to follow, taking a few steps ahead. “Come on. I was on my way over there anyway. Kasumi asked me to borrow something from him.”

Sorley nodded and followed, noticing how quiet it was. Most of the other students were training for the sports festival, which was only a few days away. He’d considered transferring to U.A. when it came time for high school, but he didn’t feel comfortable studying abroad. Besides, their parents would get more worried than they already were. And he couldn’t exactly just leave the animals to the mercy of the black market. No, this wasn’t the place for him. But he didn’t mind at all.

“You came at a good time,” Odette said as they got close to the dorm. “Eira just showed up. Ena’s probably hanging out with her and Les-” 

Odette stopped and Sorley nearly bumped into her. Glancing past her, he saw a boy in a Hero class uniform staring longingly at the windows of the Gen. Studies dorm. His face was bright red, as though he were thinking of a far off romance. Sorley looked up at his sister, rather surprised at the sour expression she made. 

“Can we help you?” she spat. “You better not be trying to spy on the girls in the General Department. They don’t like that.” 

 The boy looked at her, backing away a bit. “Wh-what the hell?  Do you think I’d be out here if I were ONLY after girls!?” 

 “A pig is a pig no matter which side of the barn door its on.”

“You’re just a support class kid. You’re not even supposed to be here.”

Sorley bit his lip, knowing this boy was digging his grave. “You’re not meant to either.”

“Unless you were invited or running an errand,” Odette said sternly, “stalking the dorms is prohibited. Now, who do I need to report you to?”

Before the student could protest, the door to the general studies dorm opened. Sorley looked over, eyes wide in shock as he saw a boy covered head to toe in flower and powdered sugar. He wasn’t in his uniform, having opted for a dark maroon sweater that looked eerily familiar. He had a red knitted cap on, and his eyes were a very familiar shade of purple. 

“Can I help you?” he asked. 

“Good afternoon, Clement,” Odette greeted. “This boy was staring at you for a while. I take it this is your stalker?”

The hero student turned bright red, spinning on his heel and taking off before Clement made it over to them. Clement simply shrugged, watching him run away. 

“He’s been showing up a lot to the nurse’s office just to see me. I’m flattered, but over-possessives like him aren’t my type.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll need to tell my auntie and uncle about this. They’ll get him to stop.”

“Sorry about that, man,” Sorley said. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, showing them inside. “Sorry for the mess. I was baking when Mr. Pickles came running in. Little bastard jumped into the cake mix so I gotta start over. ”

Sorley smiled. “Was Mr. Pickles carrying anything?”

Clement shrugged. “Ask him. He’s over there.” He pointed over at the T.V., where the giant cat was laying on top. A little gift box rested where the cat bed was. 

“Thank goodness.” Sorley went over and grabbed the box, bringing it over to Odette. “Here’s your present, Odie.”

Odette’s face burned red at the nickname, but she graciously accepted the gift. “Thank you.” She looked at Clement, managing a smile. “Kasumi wanted to know if she could borrow your copy of ‘Tales of Melodica: the Cadenza Chronicles’.”

“Sure. It’s upstairs in my room.” He tossed her the key from his pocket. “Go ahead and grab it. I gotta clean up down here.”

Sorley headed toward the mess. “Do you need help?”

“Wait a minute-”

Sorley looked into the kitchen, nearly passing out from the mess. Flour and destroyed batter everywhere, pans on the floor, some icing squeezed out from a cat running over them. Odette followed him, letting out a gasp of horror. 

“If dad saw this, he’d be furious,” Odette stammered. 

Sorley rolled up his sleeves. “Regardez ce gâchis! C'est tout. Je nettoie ça si c'est la dernière chose que je fais.”

Clement rushed to step between them and the mess. “Il n'y a pas besoin de vous pour aider à nettoyer. C'est mon bordel.”

Odette stared at him in surprise. “You speak french?”

“Uh...un peu.” Clement’s face blushed through his powdered covering. “I’m trying to learn as many languages as I can.”

Sorley smiled, patting him on the shoulder. “Let’s work on some of it while we clean. Come on.”

“Thanks for helping me with groceries, kids.”

Eira smiled fondly, letting herself spin on her toes slightly. “Anytime Auntie.”

“It’s our pleasure,” Les said. 

Ena giggled, blowing a cherry blossom off her nose. “You think the cakes will be done by the time we pick up the others?”

Lady L shrugged. “Not sure. We’ll see when we get there.”

The group made their way over to the dorms, heading straight for the Gen. Studies first. They had to drop off a few things there, then head on to Support and then the teachers’ dorm. Though she nornally loved grocery day, something about today seemed strange.

Ena couldn’t help but wonder if something was going to happen. 

“Dude, I’m proud of you! Just keep pushing through!”

Something certainly was happening. 

When they arrived in the dorm, the smell of cupcakes filled the air, and Clement was dancing with Sorley, singing along with one of his Broadway tracks. Odette was sitting on the sofa, trying hard not to laugh as she buried her face into the fur of a rather unamused Chausie while Atsuko, who wasn’t looking up from her laptop, was secretly recording the performance. The room seemed to sparkle, as did the dancers. 

“Oh god,” Eira laughed. “It’s Dear Clement Hansen and Sorley Murphy.”

“Our friendship goes beyondYour average kind of bond”

“But not because we're gay”

“No, not because we're gay”

“We're close, but not that wayThe only man that I love is my dad!”

Les’s eyes went wide with excitement and he set down his bags, jumping over the couch to join in with the music at the “hey”s. Ena rolled her eyes and helped her mom carry the bags into the kitchen. Eira helped sort the bags before skipping over to the music player and turning it off. The boys all pouted at her. 

“What’d you do that for?” Sorley asked. 

“Help with the groceries,” Eira snickered. “Before I call papa.”

Clement smiled, throwing an arm around Les as the two walked over to Eira. “It’s good to see you, cousin.”

Odette and Sorley looked at each other in confusion. “Cousin?”

Atsuko looked up, eyebrow perked. “Oh right. I think we forgot to mention.”

Les smiled, pointing to Clement and Atsuko. “We’re cousins. Didn’t we mention that?”

“You mentioned having family in Japan,” Sorley said. “I figured you meant Tanith. Wasn’t she transferred here for a two year contract or something?”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t who we were visiting when we came here,” Eira explained. “Auntie Tan is up in Hokkaido and we come to Musutafu when we come to Japan. Clement and Atsuko are our paternal cousins. Or in their case, me and Les are their maternal cousins.”

Odette looked at Clement, eyes narrowed in confusion. “So you’re-”

Clement turned pale, a clear aura of embarrassment washing over him. “I never did say my last name to you, did I? It’s Gladstone. My mum’s the school nurse?”

Atsuko rolled her eyes. “Dammit, Clem. Why do you keep forgetting?”

“So you’re Mither’s kids?” Sorley asked. 

“Bingo.”

Ena watched carefully as the realizations dawned on everyone before looking to her mother. “You knew they weren’t all aware, didn’t you?”

Lady L smiled sweetly. “Let’s just say I don’t get too involved in family politics when I don’t have to. As godmother, I try to stay neutral.”

“I think you did your job a little too well.”

Odette smiled, looking over at Eira and Les. “So does this mean Uncle Reginald is coming to the festival?”

Les nodded. “Yeah. He’s currently prepping for a seminar, but he’ll be back in time for the sports fest.”

Clement tried to keep smiling, but there was something heartbroken about the way he now carried himself. Ena waved him over, nodding at the timers as they went off. The two started pull the cakes from the oven and set them on the cooling rack.

“So it looks like Nini Luci will be stopping by dorms later then,” Clem sighed. 

“That a problem?”

“No, it isn’t. it’s just...complicated between my mom and my uncle. I kinda want to spend time with both of them in the same room for once. I don’t know why, but things are just really...odd, between them. They’re cordial but they’re kinda...awkward? I don’t know.”

Ena gave him a quick hug. “It’ll be okay, Clemie. Just keep smiling, okay?”

Clement chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll do my best.” He paused. “By the way. Tell Auntie L that I need a Hero Course student taken care of. He was stalking me again.”

“You got it.”

“Thanks.”

#myselfinserts #mybnhaoc #friends ocs #Days of Future Class

[hailey-halstead]

137

I got prompt 137 and so here it is! very fun to write! I don't own anything except irene:-) ——————— "This is so unfair." Sylvie complained as she helped her sister-in-law hang up the blue and pink streamers. "You trusted Stella with keeping the gender a secret, but not me?" Today was Gabby's gender reveal party, a very special occasion for both her and Matt. With first the miscarriage and losing Louie, they deserved all of the happiness in the world. Sylvie was fine with not knowing the gender until the party, despite her hating secrets. If everyone else was in the dark too. But then Gabby spilled that Stella was the only one in on the gender as well. Which Sylvie couldn't help be slightly irritated by. Why would Stella be told over her? She has known Gabby longer, is partners with her on ambo, and is her sister-in-law! And Irene's godmother! That all counted for something. "I literally told her yesterday, Sylvie." Gabby sighed as she handed up some balloons she had blown up. She originally was on the ladder, but Sylvie had freaked when she walked in and saw her five month pregnant friend hanging decorations. So she was given the job of handing things up to Sylvie to hang. "You'll find out in 30 minutes. I think you can handle that." Sylvie opened her mouth to rebuttal, but a baby's cry interrupted her. Her eyes immediately followed the sound, landing on the car seat she had brought in. Eight month old Irene, who was fast asleep previously, was now awake. Ignoring the balloon Gabby was trying to pass to her, Sylvie climbed off of the ladder, heading towards her daughter. Irene's distressed cries quietened once she saw Sylvie's face. Recently she has developed a bit of separation anxiety, especially with Sylvie. Even though, the other day when Antonio left for work, she was pretty upset. "I'm here, I'm here." She picked up Irene, holding her against her hip. Irene's hand immediately grabbed onto Sylvie's shirt, with a toothy smile on her face. A very different mood than just a minute ago. "I was just helping Aunt Gabby with setting up for the party—Ah!" A noise of surprise escaped her lips when she noticed Gabby trying to lift the ladder out of the bar. "Gabby Dawson! What the hell are you doing?!" "I'm fine." She grunted, clearly struggling. "You tend to Irene—" Before Sylvie could place Irene back in her car seat to go help Gabby, Antonio and his kids luckily appeared. Diego and Antonio caught the ladder before it could fall on Gabby. "Are you crazy??" Antonio scolded his sister, handing the ladder to Eva and Diego for them to carry to the back of the bar. "You could have injured yourself, sis!" "I'm fine." She repeated, ignoring how she had almost had a ladder fall on top of her. The Dawsons were incredibly stubborn. Well, technically Sylvie was a Dawson now too, but she could not compare to both Gabby and Antonio. "You should have seen her earlier, Antonio," Sylvie approached the siblings, keeping a study grip on Irene. Gabby gave her an irritated look, but Sylvie ignored it. After all, she didn't trust the secret of her baby's gender with her closest girlfriend. "She was on the ladder! I had to shoo her off." "Betrayal." Gabby stuck her tongue out at Sylvie. Antonio, finally noticing his wife's presence, wrapped his arm around Sylvie's waist. She switched Irene to her other side so Antonio could properly greet her. As he pressed a gentle kiss on an excited Irene's forehead, Sylvie's heart melted. Sylvie leaned into Antonio's shoulder, while moving Irene slightly over so she wouldn't squish her, feeling her own mood beginning to lift. She last saw him early this morning, as she came to Molly's to help Gabby get ready for the party. "I don't keep secrets from my husband." She laughed at the sight of Gabby's slightly annoyed expression. "I won't say a peep to Matt, though." She added, which made Gabby's face lighten. "Speaking of Matt..." Antonio pointed to the front door. Along with Herrmann and Severide, Matt and the two firefighters were entering with boxes of pizza. Behind them, was everyone else they had invited. "Holy shit, Gabby!" Sylvie spluttered out, eyes widening at the sight. "I thought this was a small gathering?" ".....My mom went a little overboard." She admitted, scratching her head. Her face lightened up with recognition. "There she is! I have to talk to her about something." She scurried off towards her. Sylvie was able to spot Camilla Dawson right away, but the person next to her surprised her. It was Stella, who was holding a pastry box. Gabby pulled them away, heading off to a corner for privacy. "You look grumpy." Antonio whispered into her ear. Sylvie sighed, not realizing that she was pouting. She prided himself in being a usually optimistic person, not letting negativity control her. But this jealously was hard to wash away. "Stella knows." She admitted to him, adjusting her hold on Irene. "I just thought if she wanted someone to help, it would have been me." "I bet she wants you to be surprised." Antonio told her. "You're the one she's been going to for baby and pregnancy advice, more than our own mom." He reminded her. "You're probably right." Sylvie sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Thanks for making me see logic." "That's why I'm here, right?" Antonio asked, which made Sylvie roll her eyes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny." She dryly replied, picking her head back up when Gabby came back with Camilla and Stella by her side. She watched as Stella carefully placed the box on the bar counter, opening it while Gabby called over Matt. "We were going to save this until the end, but I can't wait anymore." Gabby said with an apologetic smile. No one seemed to care though, eyeing the box that held the dessert with eager eyes. Sylvie wasn't aware of her own anticipation until Antonio let out a noise of pain due to how tight she was gripping his arm. "Sorry." She whispered, watching as Gabby removed a small cupcake from the box and held it up to Matt's mouth. With a big smile, Matt took a bite out of the chocolate cupcake. When he pulled away, distinct bright blue frosting was easily seen, as the crowd erupted into cheers. A boy! A nephew! Sylvie resisted her urge to step forward and pull Gabby into a hug, as the future parents were having their own moment. Instead she threw one of her arms around Antonio, keeping the other securely holding Irene. After exchanging a kiss with Antonio, Sylvie pressed one on her daughter's forehead as well. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Gabby pulled another cupcake out of the box. She tugged on Antonio's shirt, but he had already noticed. Gabby took a bite out of the cupcake and held the half eaten cupcake high, showcasing another blue frosting filled cupcake. "Twins? We're....we're having twins?" Matt, overcome with shock, had dropped the cupcake he was holding. Gabby leaned down to pick it up, with some difficultly since she was pregnant. With twins! Sylvie was trying to wrap her mind around this mind blowing surprise. In fact, the only one who didn't seem to have any reaction was Irene, babbling away into Sylvie's ear. And Camilla and Stella, both with smiles on their faces. "Holy shit." Sylvie finally spoke aloud. "Holy shit!" She said even louder, looking at Antonio in amazement. "I think that was a good surprise, don't you?" Antonio asked with a laugh, grinning ear to ear. Sylvie eagerly nodded, handing Irene over to him as she began to walk towards Gabby and Matt. This wonderful news was worth the wait, she thought as she wrapped her arms tightly around the both of them.

#137 #my post #brettonio #brettonio fanfiction #brettonio ff #antonio #sylvie #gabby #matt #irene dawson

[swanqueeneverafter]

58. Commencement, Pt.3

Storybrooke. Outside The Mines. (Zelena and Regina find themselves teleported to the outside of the mines, landing hard in the mud.) Regina: “Ugh!” Zelena: (Breathing heavily:) “Are you okay?” Regina: “Yes. What happened? (Sits up, taking in her surroundings:) Are we-” Zelena: (Getting to her feet:) “Yeah. Outside the Fairy mines. The Black Fairy’s lackey must have magicked us up here.” Regina: (Standing, looking down at her muddy clothes, disgusted:) “Because now that she has dark Fairy dust, there's nothing we can do to stop her.” Zelena: “Well, that's not true. We can go back down there and get the crystals for ourselves.” Regina: “You really think it'll be that easy, after what we just went through? She took your magic, Zelena. I think you've done enough for today.” Zelena: “You really think this is all my fault?” Regina: “Think? If you didn't have to prove you were stronger than everyone else, she wouldn't be sitting on a magical nuke right now.” Zelena: “So, let me fix it.” Regina: “And make things worse? (Sighs:) You’re vulnerable now, Zelena, and trust me, not having magic will take a lot of getting used to.” Zelena: “How am I supposed to protect Robin now?” Regina: “Well, you know, I went 28 years without during the curse. And it seemed impossible at first. I mean, turning lights on by hand.” Zelena: “Ugh, sounds barbaric... and exhausting.” Regina: “But I do know that the most dangerous animal on Earth is a mother protecting her young.” Zelena: “I hope so. 'Cause it’s been less than an hour without my magic and I already feel quite useless.” Regina: “Well, just in case, we have to make sure you’re prepared.” (Using her magic, Regina teleports them away from the mines.) Inside The Mines. (Mother Superior is sat tied to one of the mining carts as the Black Fairy stands over her.) Black Fairy: (Singing:) “I cried and called my sweet bairn's name. But never saw sweet baby again. (Finishes singing:) You know, I've been keeping this (Holds a rolled-up piece of leather in her hands:) down here just for you. (Sits in front of Mother Superior:) I'm so happy we get a chance to play.” Mother Superior: “You can't scare me, Fiona.” Black Fairy: “Scare you? After all the pain you put me through? I'm going to do a lot more than just scare you. (Unrolls the leather, revealing several sinister looking tools:) Because I do need to know where that wand is hidden.” Mother Superior: “You can do what you want to me, I won't talk.” Black Fairy: “Who said anything about talking? (Picks something from the tool kit, points it at her captive:) There are other ways to get information out of that little head of yours, and they are so much more fun.” Dream Realm. (Mr. Gold stands holding his baby blanket.) Mr. Gold: “So, what now? I'm just supposed to stare at this blanket and hope my memories appear?” Emma: “Your mother doesn't want you to know why she gave you up, so that's exactly what we need to find out.” Mr. Gold: “But this isn't working.” Emma: “Gold, I get it. It's okay to be scared.” Mr. Gold: “Miss Swan, you are treading where few who have dared tread survive.” Emma: “We're past threats. I know what you're going through. This is bigger than anything you've ever faced. No curse, no monster is ever going to be as terrifying as finding out why you were abandoned.” Mr. Gold: “You think I'm afraid of the truth?” Emma: “Yeah. I think it means being vulnerable, and you and I are people who are really bad at being vulnerable. If you won't do it for you, then do it for your son. (Mr Gold glances at Gideon:) This is his story, too.” Gideon: “You've come this far, Father. Just let the rest in.” Mr. Gold: “Okay.” (Taking a deep breath, Mr. Gold allows the memories to flood into his consciousness.)

Storybrooke. Mr. Gold’s Shop. (Belle is carrying Robin in her arms as Zelena enters the shop.) Zelena: “Hey. I'm back. (Notices Emma, Gold and Gideon asleep on the floor:) What the hell’s going on now?” Belle: “Er... Rumple’s trying to find out where the Black Fairy is keeping Gideon’s heart by-” Zelena: (Interrupting:) “Nope, don’t care. How was she?” Belle: “She's a sweetheart. I'm, uh I'm happy to watch her anytime.” Zelena: “Great. Cause I actually just popped in to check on her. I won’t be too much longer.” Belle: “Oh... Ok. (As Zelena turns to leave:) How, uh... How did your business go?” Zelena: “Not as productive as I'd hoped, but it doesn't matter anymore. I’ll be back soon.” Dream Realm. (Mr. Gold, Emma and Gideon find themselves taking in one of Rumplestiltskin’s earliest memories.) Emma: “Where are we?” Gideon: “The Sacred Vault of the Fairies. I heard tales of it as a child.” Mr. Gold: “It looks like your little trick worked, Miss Swan. That's my mother. And that's me.” Gideon: “So, your mother wasn't always the Black Fairy.”

(The scene plays out before them.) Fiona: “Tiger Lily, do you know where the wolfsbane is? It's the last ingredient.” Tiger Lily: “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What kind of spell is this, anyway? (Reading from a scroll:) No. No, this isn't a spell at all. This is a curse.” Fiona: “Call it what you want. It will protect my child. I found what I need. It'll all be over soon.” Tiger Lily: (Zaps Fiona with her wand:) “I'm sorry. I can't let you cast this.” Fiona: (Clasping her wrist:) “You're his fairy godmother. Why won't you let me save him?” Tiger Lily: “Because the cost is too high. You're trying to create something that never should be. A terrible curse, a dark curse.” Fiona: “It will save my son. It will send the child destined to destroy him far away, to a land without magic.” Tiger Lily: “Not just that child. It will banish every child.” Fiona: “It's the only way to be sure. Please, I have to save him. Aren't fairies supposed to protect children?” Tiger Lily: “I am, and so is your son. He's destined to die so that other children may live. That is the fate of the Savior.” (Mr. Gold staggers, reacting to this revelation.) Fiona: “No. Savior or not, I will not let my son die. (Fiona reaches into Tiger Lily’s chest and rips out her heart:) And if I have to kill his own fairy godmother to protect him, then that's exactly what I'll do.” (When Fiona begins squeezing Tiger Lily’s heart, she transforms into the Black Fairy.) Tiger Lily: (Repeating the prophesy:) “And you will know the great evil by the crescent it bears. (Fiona looks down at her wrist to see the fresh wound on her wrist:) Evil was not born this winter. It was made.” Fiona: “That's not possible.” Tiger Lily: “Fiona it's you. You are the great evil. You and your son are destined to destroy each other.”

Storybrooke. Present. (Regina and Zelena, now showered and changed, stand outside the Mills house staring at a green car.) Zelena: (Incredulous:) “What is that?” Regina: “An escape plan. If things go wrong, you need to get the hell out of town and make it to New York.” Zelena: “Well, that's a nice idea with one teensy hiccup. The only thing I know how to drive is a broom.” Regina: “Then we're going to fix that. It's time for you to learn the other kind of stick.” A Short Time Later. (Zelena is behind the wheel. Tyres squeal as she puts the car into reverse and squeal again as she goes forward.) Zelena: “Ugh. Bloody hell!” Regina: “Whoa! Take it easy. Brake is on the left. Gas is on the right.” Zelena: “I know. They're just really close together!” (Zelena tries again, only to drive the car right into some garbage cans.) Regina: “Zelena! Oh!” Zelena: (Groans:) “It's pointless! I'll have to find another way to protect Robin.” Regina: “Well, it's not just about Robin. It's about... Well, it's about Henry.” Zelena: “Henry?” Regina: “When the Final Battle comes, he'll want to fight to the very end. But the thing about battles is, not everyone makes it through. So if we lose or if there are casualties, he can't be anywhere near it. I need you to take him to New York where he will be safe and where he can start a new life with you.” Zelena: “Regina, I-I don't know what to say. You'd really trust me to raise Henry?” Regina: “No, I trust him to raise you.” (They share a smile.) Zelena: (Taking a deep breath:) “Okay, then, let's do this.” (Regina’s cellphone rings.) Regina: (Answering it:) “Hello?” Snow White: (Speaking from the Clock Tower:) “Okay, Regina, time to put on your mayor pants.” Regina: “Excuse me?” Snow White: “Blue said that the wand is at the center of Storybrooke, so we're here at the clock tower, the geographic center of Storybrooke. But there's nothing here, except, you know, the clock.” Regina: “Well, slow down and tell me what you want from me.” Snow White: “You cast the curse, you made the town, you must know what Blue meant.” Regina: (Thinks a moment:) “Of course. The fairies breathe love and hope, right? So when a fairy talks about the center of Storybrooke...” Snow White: “She means the heart of Storybrooke. Granny's.” Regina: (Agreeing:) “Granny's.” Zelena: “Let's go.” Regina: “Sorry, sis. You'll have to sit this one out.” (Regina magics herself out of the car.)

Granny's Diner. (Will and Captain Nemo sit together talking at the counter as Regina searches the diner for the wand.) Will: "So you're leaving already?" Nemo: "Indeed we are." Will: "Well, where are you heading off to?" Nemo: (Chuckles:) "You know very well that destinations never matter. It's what we learn on the way. I’ll admit, I didn't expect to leave so soon, but with this dark curse looming, I think it best to leave Storybrooke as quickly as possible. Why don't you come with me?" Will: (Shakes his head:) “No, thank you. Leaving with you and your crew would be the sensible thing to do, but...” Nemo: “What is it, Will?” Will: (Sighs:) “I feel like I owe it to Alice. As long as she’s out there trying to find a cure for what separates us, I think it only right that I stay here and try to stop Gothel’s plans in any way I can.” Nemo: “You’re a brave young man, Will Scarlett. (Stands:) If you change your mind, we push off at nightfall.” (Nemo leaves just as Snow, David and Henry enter the diner.) Granny: “Finally! (To Snow, motioning towards Regina:) Would you please do something about her?” Regina: (Rising from behind the counter:) “I told you, it's important.” Granny: “So is my lunch rush.” David: “All right, people, let's tear this place apart. Let's find that wand.” (Everyone begins searching for the wand. Looking high, low and everywhere in between, finding nothing.) Henry: (Glances towards the back wall:) “Jukebox?” David: (Nods:) “Jukebox.” (Together, Henry and David move the jukebox aside. Finding a secret compartment in the floor, David removes the lid to reveal a ornate wooden box. Pulling the box out of the hiding place, he walks back to Snow and Regina.) Regina: (Taking the box and opening it, sighing in relief:) “That's it.” Black Fairy: (Standing behind them:) “That wand won't do you any good. (They turn to face her:) Not without the Savior around. Now, give it here.” Regina: “Unh-unh. My town, my rules. And you're not getting this without a fight.” Black Fairy: (Sighs:) “I was hoping you'd say that. You know, I've done so many dark things in my life, but I've never had a chance to kill a queen.” Regina: “And I've never killed a fairy.” (Regina uses her magic to transport them both outside.)

Main Street. Outside Granny’s Diner. Black Fairy: “I know you think you own this town, but I invented it. All of it.” Regina: “Oh, please. You didn't even have the guts to cast your own curse.” (Henry and the Charmings run out of the diner.) Snow White: “Regina!” Regina: “Stay back. I got this.” Black Fairy: “I should have buried you in that dwarf mine.” Regina: “Yes, but you didn't. And now, crystals or no crystals, I have the wand and your plan is over.” Black Fairy: “Your witch sister made a fatal mistake when she turned down my offer. One she’ll soon pay for, and one you're going to have to pay for right now.” (The Black Fairy blasts Regina backwards with her magic, sending Regina down to one knee. Just as the Black Fairy is about to finish the job, she is knocked down by a speeding green car.) Zelena: (Stops the car and looks back:) “Miss me? (Flustered and embarrassed, the Black Fairy disappears in a cloud of smoke. Stepping out of the car:) You know, this whole driving thing's quite easy when you're actually trying to hit something.” (The sisters share a laugh as Henry and the Charmings come to check on them.)

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