#probably why it snow crashed the other day. poor baby :(

[cursestothemoon]

Paging Dr. Weasley

Requested: yes

George Weasley x fem! reader 

Warnings: strong language, asthma, fever and illness symptoms, food

Word Count: 3031

Summary: George is excited to go see the new products at Zonko’s and the harsh weather isn’t going to stop him. The reader has asthma and she's a bit apprehensive about going out in the cold, dry weather but George insists it’ll be fine. George, unfortunately, is wrong.

***

The night prior it was quite clear to you that the weather would be horrid. The wind, aggressive in nature, thrashed and collided with the walls of the stone walls of the castle. You were fortunate, however, tucked under your boyfriend George’s arm, asleep in his warm dorm. He had insisted that you stayed the night with him, when it got cold out he got clingy, and you had no objections to his suggestion. The following day you were to venture down to Hogsmeade with George, a week ago the plan was made when he mentioned needing prank supplies from Zonko’s, Fred unable to go because of a weekend detention he got himself. With the oncoming storm you had assumed that tomorrow’s plans had been canceled, knowing from past learning experiences the harsh cold was no help to your asthma.

Light flooded through the window in George’s dorm, a bright white that pierced your eyes even as they rest under your lids. You turned away from the harsh light, nose pushing into the warm, inviting chest of your boyfriend as you tried to slip back into a deeper sleep. A deeper sleep would not come, it wasn’t long after you turned that you were fully awoken by a deep groan.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, I told Lee to close the stupid curtains when he got in too.” George grumbled, hand smacking against his face to cover his eyes.

You were silent as you slowly shimmied yourself higher onto the pillow, motioning for him to lower himself so his face would be in your neck, concealed from the morning sun reflecting off the night's snow. George happily complied, humming his gratitude as he nuzzled into your neck before placing a gentle kiss where your shoulder met your neck.

“Who opened the fucking window?” Fred’s voice was heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

His tone showed his clear annoyance, followed by a groan and the shuffling of covers probably a result from him angrily pulling them over his head.

“I might’ve forgotten.” Lee answered from his bed making Fred chuck one of his pillows at him.

George groaned into your neck, “Will you two wankers shut up. We’re trying to sleep.”

“We?” Lee and Fred asked in unison before Fred continued, “Is Y/n there with you?”

George and you had retired to bed quite early last night, and neither of you expected Lee or Fred to check to see if George was alone last night before going to sleep.

“Yeah she’s here so shut up.” George grumbled again.

You could hear Fred, or Lee you weren’t sure, as they moved around in their bed before they spoke. It was Fred.

“Was the poor girl buried under the blankets all night?”

You decided to respond this time, “No, I had my face out to breathe.”

“Guess it’s time to get up.” Lee grumbled, moving to swing his legs out from under the covers.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains we’d all still be asleep a bit longer.” George sassed as he moved to sit up, not before giving you a good morning kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains…” Lee mimicked in a high voice, getting up to go to the bathroom.

Deciding that sleep would not be achieved until tonight, you too, sat up, knuckling at your eyes as you leaned against George’s chest. He circled his arms around your waist, placing another kiss to the crown of your head.

“Morning, pretty girl.” He rasped into your ear.

Unfortunately it was loud enough for Fred to hear and make a gagging noise as he turned away from you two.

“Disgusting. When you guys leave feel free to close the curtains, yeah?” He mumbled from under his covers, a few tendrils of fiery hair poking out.

You shuffled your legs over the edge of the mattress, standing up and stretching before grabbing the pillow you had been using to go over and smack Fred from over the sheets.

“Get up you wanker.”

He yelped before sitting up abruptly, hair a literal mess with strands sticking out randomly, “Georgie! Your girlfriend is attacking me, make her stop.”

George pretended to think for a moment before answering, “No. I don’t think I will.”

Fred feigned offence before also getting up and out of bed, his maroon boxers with green ‘F’s on them were quite the sight.

“Mate, it’s snowing out. How are you only wearing your knickers.” Lee asked, coming out from the bathroom.

“Run hot.” Fred answered simply with an overly flirty wink directed at Lee.

“Merlin…” George muttered, shaking his head as he got out of bed.

You smiled at your beloved, his hair- much like his brother’s- a frizzy mess of red locks and his eyes still puffy from just having woken up, but unlike his twin, George had on a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old Gryffindor t-shirt that he had cut to show his midriff. He was quite literally perfect, his pants hanging low on his hips- just exposing his v-line- and his t-shirt, now crop top, ended just above his belly button, an auburn happy-trail in view.

“You ready for today?” George asked, pulling you out of your less than innocent thoughts, his knowing smirk a clear sign that you had been caught ogling at him.

You stood for a moment in thought, “Today?”

George nodded, “Zonko’s, butterbeer, our plan to go to Hogsmeade.”

“I thought we would postpone that, the weather is horrid.”

He peered out the window before turning back to you, “It isn’t snowing much anymore, I think we should be in the clear.”

“Don’t you have asthma though? Won’t it make it act up?” Fred asked as he slipped on his shoes.

You nodded slowly, moving to fix the astray sheets on George’s bed, “Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go out today.”

George pouted slightly, “We’ll bundle you up extra warm, and it’ll be quick. You’ll be ok, you haven’t had an attack in so long.”

You knew why he was so keen on going, Zonko’s had a new line of products that he was dying to get his hands on. He’d been talking about it for months, he and Fred finally saving up enough money from selling their own things to go purchase a few things. You felt bad, and he was right, you hadn’t had an asthma attack in a while so perhaps you’d be fine.

“Alright, but we’ll need to stop by my dorm so I can get my thick scarf. The one that goes up over my nose.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it anyother way.”

An hour later you and George were ready to go, two scarves- one long enough to go over your nose- a beanie, fuzzy socks, and a pair of George’s mittens were part of the outfit you were sporting. You felt a lot more confident in your attire now, nothing could go wrong...right?

It went wrong.

So very wrong.

The first half hour out on the town was fine, a bit chilly but George was there to wrap an arm around you and pull up your scarf so it covered your nose. Then, as the forty-five minute mark hit, you started to feel a bit...wheezy. The scarf kept slipping, the wind had picked up, and it was extremely dry out. Once it hit an hour you were in a full blown asthma attack, having to pull out a rescue inhaler- something you made sure to bring with you no matter how confident you were at first- and George felt absolutely terrible as he watched you try to catch your breath in The Three Broomsticks.

George rubbed a hand in comforting circles on your back as you took a few inhales of your inhaler trying to stop the painful wheezes. You reached behind you, putting a hand on his to try and tell him it was alright and you didn’t blame him, knowing he’d be beating himself up over this.

Once your breathing had leveled enough for you to string together a few words uninterrupted, you turned to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry but I think it would be better if I went back.” You muttered, voice still a little raspy.

George crouched down, face to face with you sitting in a chair, as he spoke, “Baby,” He cooed, “You shouldn’t be sorry. I’m sorry I forced you to come out knowing you have asthma and you were worried. I should’ve been thinking more about you, pretty girl.”

You shook your head gently, “It’s alright George, you were excited. No one needs to apologize, let’s just go.”

George silently agreed, moving to remove his scarf as you stood up. He pulled up your scarf so it went over your nose and wrapped his own scarf around it in hopes of it staying up better. Once he was happy with his work, he grabbed your mitten covered hand and you two walked out of the little pub.

Fortunately, you two got back to the castle without another asthma attack hitting you. George took you straight to his dorm, and sat you on his bed. The dorm was empty, it was still rather early in the day, but you felt your eyes start to droop as fatigue from the asthma attack, shivering in the cold, and fighting your way through the snow all came crashing down on you. You were also starting to get a headache, something you were definitely not happy about.

The lanky ginger noticed how tired you started to look and felt his heart melt all while guilt nearly ate him alive. He knew it was his fault you were feeling so bad, but your tired eyes and grabby hands at him made him smile.

“We need to get you changed, love.” He said quietly, going to his own trunk to pull out a sweater and pajama pants for you.

With his sweater and pajama pants in hand he got down to his knees in front of the bed where you sat and started to unbutton your coat. Once unbuttoned he helped you shrug it off, then helped shed all the other layers until you were in a thin t-shirt before pulling his sweater over your head. You moved to take off your bra but George muttered to let me, his hands sliding up under your shirt to unhook your bra, then letting you shimmy around to get your arms out before grabbing the undergarment and putting it in his trunk- he doesn’t need the boys coming in and seeing his girlfriends bra.

He then unbuttoned your jeans, slowly helping you pull them down your legs before replacing them with his own pajama pants.

“Stan for me for a moment.” He said, going to tie the drawstring in a neat bow to make sure the pants didn’t fall off of you.

“Thank you Georgie.” You smiled leaning into his chest.

“No problem, love. Let’s get you into bed.”

You shuffled onto the bed and situated yourself under the covers, looking up at George expectantly making him chuckle.

“You take a nap, I’m going to go get us food alright?”

“Ok.” You nodded, getting comfortable.

Before George was even out the room, you had fallen asleep, the day had taken a toll on you evidently. He smiled at your peaceful form, asleep in his bed, before carefully leaving the dorm to go grab some food for a late lunch.

George came back with the food fifteen minutes later, but he couldn’t find it in him to wake you up just yet. He waited around an hour before gently kissing your hairline to wake you up, but he grimaced at the unusual heat that your skin held.

When you woke, you felt fine, maybe a little lethargic, but fine. Usually asthma attacks didn’t take this much out of you but perhaps it was just because of how intense this one was and your head was still pounding.

You two quietly ate, George asking how you were every so often, you responding with a soft ‘alright’ before going back to the sandwich he brought. When the food was finished you crawled back into George’s bed, still feeling a bit sluggish but the food helped.

“Can you lay with me?”

George nearly awed audibly at how soft and small your voice was.

“Let me just change ok, bubs?”

You nodded, “Wear the cropped shirt please.”

George chuckled at your request but of course complied, pulling the shirt over his head and letting it fall just above his belly button. You smiled at the sight making him shake his head before pulling his own pajama pants on and climbing into bed next to you.

Hushed conversation started between the two of you. He was sitting up slightly with your head placed on his chest. As the sun went down and the other boys came back to the dorm, you let the melodic thump of George’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.

***

The night was a bit rough to say the least, George barely got any sleep due to his worrying about your wheezing. You didn’t usually wheeze when you slept, so it worried him. You on the other hand woke up with a stuffy nose, painfully dry cough, and achy muscles.

You were sick.

Even worse, it was Monday morning and you could not muster up the strength to get yourself dressed and to class. You had woken up first that morning, an aggressive cough pulling both you and George out of sleep. Once you the coughing fit had subsided you turned to look at George.

“I don’t think I can go to class today.” You pouted.

George pushed your hair out of your face as he answered, “Don’t worry about it, darling.” He placed an open palm on your forehead, “You’re burning up.”

Just as he had said it your body shivered before you erupted into another coughing fit.

“My thoughts exactly.” He smiled. “You are not leaving this bed today, and I’ve just gotten word that Dr. Weasley is in.”

You let out a raspy laugh, “You don’t have to miss class, I’ll survive.”

George shook his head, “Nope, I’m going straight to McGonagall to tell her that you are sick and I need to take care of you.”

He left before you could protest any further.

You turned around, getting comfortable again, and started to doze off before Fred piped up.

“I thought you two would never quite fucking yelling.” He groaned.

Lee responded for you, “Shut up you twat.”

***

George jogged to the transfiguration classroom still in his pajamas getting interesting looks from the people in the halls. He didn’t care though, not when his little love was sitting in his bed sniffly and sick waiting for his cuddles.

He made it to the classroom and pushed the door open, startling Professor McGonagall and the few students in the room.

“Mr. Weasley! You cannot just come stampeding into my ro- what in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

George caught his breath before speaking, “Professor, Y/n is sick and she can't come to class and since she’s sick she obviously needs me to take care of her so I also cannot attend classes today.”

“Is Miss L/n alright?” McGonagall asked, now worried about the girl.

“It’s my fault, I took her out in the cold yesterday and her asthma acted up but now she’s also got a fever and she was wheezing all night.” George rambled, the guilt coming back.

His Professor put her hands out to stop his rambling and push him toward the door, “Alright, alright, you go take care of the poor girl, both of you are excused for today and tomorrow if it’s necessary. If it gets any worse take her straight to Madam Pomfrey, understood?”

George nodded and McGonagall continued, “And for Merlin's sake next time send someone else to come tell me, we do not need you strutting around the school in- in- whatever this is.”

She gestured toward George’s outfit making his ears turn pink, realizing just how many eyes are on him at the moment.

“Right, of course. Thank you.”

***

George made it back to his dorm just as Lee and Fred were stepping out to leave for their first class of the day. He offered them a quick good morning and ‘see you later’ before making his way to you. He found you asleep in bed and tucked the covers under your chin before sliding into bed with you, pulling you into his chest as he let sleep take over.

A few hours later he woke up to you already awake and reading a note, he assumed it was attached to one of the two bottles that had been placed on his bedside table sometime while he was asleep.

“Who’s that from?” He asked, sitting up and looking over the note.

“McGonagall, she sent up medicine.”

“How sweet of Minnie.” He smiled pulling himself out of bed, “Alright, let Dr. Weasley read it.”

You laughed, “Dr. Weasley?”

He nodded feigning shock, “Yes, Dr. Weasley, and I’m going to nurse you back to health.”

George plucked the note from you and read it over, taking in all the instructions on how and when to take the medication which he assumed were the two bottles.

The rest of the day passed with George waiting on you hand and foot, bringing up food, rubbing your back, cuddling you, you name it he did it. He also did it all in his cute little crop top that definitely helped speed up the process of your recovery.

Now as you lay in bed, George tilts your head up to place a gentle kiss on your lips but you stop him before he can.

“You’ll get sick.”

He chuckles, “I’ve been kissing on you, and cuddling with you all day. I’m going to get sick either way, pretty girl, so please let me kiss you on the lips at least once today.”

“Alright but we can’t tell anyone, I don’t think it’s very proper of me to be snogging my doctor.”

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Pregant Omega x Dragon King

Her love for Katsuki was what she could only describe as magical. Having known each other since childhood and having dated for their teenage years being the biggest couple of the village all the time since Katsuki was next in line for the throne. It was only natural to accept when the council arranged a wedding between the two lovers, deeming her a worthy women of being queen one day and a ruler of their lands along side her boyfriend, well her husband now she could finally say.

The blonde had unsurprisingly made it one of the best nights of her life, the very best night of her life though would be when the kingdom’s doctor told her she was with child and that the future heir to the throne was healthy and growing inside of her tummy. She in not only shock but excitement went to his mother Mitsuki unsure of how exactly to tell Katsuki they were finally having dragon babies after 2 years of marriage. The women had nearly fainted when she put her hand on her stomach and used her hightened senses to listen to the babies heart beat.

“This is beautiful” Mitsuki said caressing her stomach at the thought of a grandchild running around her feet finally. Mitsuki had made it an entire day’s worth ordeal, refusing to let Katsuki see or even look at her until nightfall came for fear his extra heightened senses would pick up on the extra heart beat immediately especially with him so in tune with her sent he would know something was up the second he would see her. It was also what made Katsuki scrunch his nose when she finally did enter into their bedroom that night draped in the long light pink silk robe from the bath and spa treatment the women had given her earlier, Mitsuki being extra doting knowing she was now pregnant.

She could tell he wasn’t sniffing the air in disgust but rather...intrest. “What’s wrong?” he asked almost immediately jumping up from the bed and wrapping his arms around her unaware of his mother snickering outside of the tent. “Nothing...well something but nothing bad. At least I hope not” she mumbled the last part looking at the ground and only looking up when she felt her husband finger softly direct her jaw upwards. “You know you can tell me. Never hold back with me.”

Taking a deep breath of courage in she grabbed onto his shoulders and whispered the words “I’m pregnant” in the air. He had froze for a few seconds, frantically looking her up and down to make sure he had heard her right before she felt herself getting lifted off the ground and into his arms in a giant bear hug. Needless to say, Katsuki Bakugo had been very happy that day and all the days after that.

Even when he had to rub her feet and massage her entire body, or go across half the village to get a food she was craving, he happily either went himself or sent his mother in. Ever since finding out she was pregnant especially once she started to show, her belly having started poking out from her dresses no one but himself or his mother were allowed close near her. His trust of everyone around her even poor Kiri who couldn’t even stop by to check how she was doing without getting snarls and growls from Bakugo.

It seemed never letting anybody near her would also be Katsuki’s downfall.

It had been during winter, a strong snow storm hitting the area and more conveniently shen she had been very very pregnant. She was due any day now, her belly swelled to its giant size, sometimes even making her feel self conscious but always remembering that Katsuki reminded her she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him everyday, big belly or not. He had gone out to the other side of the village to collect more fire wood go keep them warm but promised to be back shortly to her and the baby. With being pregnant with dragon kin babies, already came trouble from the outside as well.

Dragon babies sold for high dollar on the black market, high enough to probably set somebody up for life if they ever got their hands on one to sell. As sick as it was, Katsuki’s kind were sometimes sold off like pets, their owners always cruel and monsters themselves training them to be more like guard dogs instead of the beautiful humans they could be and were. It was part of the reason why everyone was so protective over her now, knowing how many criminals and other kingdoms out there would love the chance the snatch up her and her baby.

A giant explosion and screams had made her eyes snap open mid nap in the big fluffy bed of furs and pillows Katsuki had put together for her. Wobbling out of bed she slipped on her slipper boots and a robe before peaking her head out a scared yelp leaving her mouth when she did. A tent near hers, only a few down and belonging to one of the towns people in their kingdom was on fire a giant swarm of soldiers appearing out of the snow clouds with giant swords and axes on them. It finally dawned on her that this was actually happening, they were under attack.

She knew they would probably be dealt with soon, no one usually having the balls or the missing brain cells to attack a village full of dragon shifters, but all thoughts of substance left her mind when she felt big hands yank her arm. “Found the bitch” a man, apart of the group trying to raid them sneered down at her, a gasp leaving her mouth. “Her and that damn baby are gonna sell big” his friend that lurked behind him snickered making panic flash across her eyes.

So that’s what they were here for. They were here for her and her child.

“Help!” she screamed as loud as she could trying to trash out of his hold but getting a hand wrapped around her throat and stopping her screaming. “Just cut it out of her she’s about full term anyways. Sure as hell looks fat enough to be” the mans friend said to him looking at her with an evil glint in her eyes. Tears welling up in her own from her emotional sensitivity she took their moment of distraction from her to kick the man choking her while her face was turning blue where the sun didn’t shine for him, a cry of pain leaving his mouth as he collapsed on the ground holding his groin.

Running away as fast as the snow would let her she began her journey to the edge of the village aware of the men still running and following behind her shoutinh curses at her and her unborn child. It probably wasn’t the best idea to run into the open wild, 9 months pregnant and with no means of defense against the traffickers, but with everyone else busy trying to dispose of the rest of the mens little army it had left her vulnerable and with nowhere to run but to where she could loose them.

Not able to see in front of her any longer she fell to her knees in the snow, vaguely recalling loosing the men in the snow storm a while back leaving her to huddle into a pile in the white ground praying to the gods that Katsuki or at least someone from their kingdom would find her and rescue her, otherwise she knew her and her child wouldn’t last long in the weather they were in.

Sniffling with tears pooling down her cheeks she desperately hugged the fur robe closer to her body and clutched her stomach with two hands hoping to keep it warmer. “Please Katsuki” she whispered hoping he could somehow hear her wherever he was.

Back at the village, Katsuki had finally finished driving his sword through the chest of the last invader releaseing a battle cry of victory at once again winning a battle against petty criminals. He had been in a great mood on his way home shortly after, wonderful even ready to see his beautiful mate and talk to her and their pup. Ask them about their day. She didn’t do much nowadays but between all the pampering she was getting it gave her plenty to talk about. His world seemed to come crashing down upon entering his secluded tent though , one larger than life with a bed as big to match, completely and utterly empty.

An uneasy pit formed in his stomach as he called for his mate but got no response. Fear spiked in his blood more and more, him turning over blankets and table hoping and praying she was just playing some prank on him. They hadn’t gotten her...had they? A growl left his lips at the thought concluding something did happen to her while he was away but knowing she was at least alive kept him at bay, barley but there. Dragons could feel each others heart beats, once the mating ritual was completed mates were connected at the heart and soul for life.

“Katsuki please help me” a voice sobbed in his head. Her voice. Images and flashes of her laying out on the dirty ground in the snow, frostbite covering her toes, her heart beat getting weaker by the minute came across his mind Katsuki silently thanking the gods for allowing him to be able to track her. “I’m coming baby” he said gathering his things and calling for elite squadron and most trusted soldiers and advisors to get ready, giving them the blunt and only words they needed of “she’s missing, we leave now” to know they needed to spring into action. Bakugo shifted into his dragon, with him being the king it was the biggest and strongest of them there, pointy scales running up and down his back his body a crimson red color.

Roaring into the air he didn’t even wait for the rest of his support team before flying away and into the snow storm only one thing on the dragons mind as he felt his mates heart beat fade out more and more.

Releasing a quiet sob she was finally starting to come to terms with things. This was where she and her baby would die. Alone shivering out in the cold body huddled in a ball in the snow. A harsh breeze flew by a few ice shards spitting across her face and making her cry out in pain. Balling her fist together and rubbing her stomach one last time she could barley register the feeling of warmth spreading throughout her body.

The faint sounds of roaring and shouting were heard making her slowly blink her eyes open shocked to see herself surrounded by fire. Katsuki’s fire. Mates didn’t get burned by their dragon mates fire, another plus to marrying the man. It felt like her body slowly ignited and unfroze a gasp leaving her lips when she felt her body being lifted. She could recognize Mitsuki’s voice as the one holding her and carefully laying her now naked body from Katsuki’s fire on her in a pile of furs and wrapping her up. To scared and still to cold to move she allowed herself to be carried through the snow and placed onto the back of Katsuki who’s dragon released a happy pur at feeling her laying on his back.

Wasting no time he flew off into the air and back to the village all of the towns people crowding around as they watched their king transform into his human form again and carrying an unconscious queen in his arms. “Is she dead?” a woman whispered as Katsuki passed her but immediately quieted down when he snarled at her. “Sorry your majesty” she apologized looking anywhere but him for fear of catching his gaze.

Ripping open the flap to their tent he could faintly hear the sounds of his mother and Kiri along with medical staff ushering into the tent and lighting the fire place. He growled when the doctor tried to approach the bed he was holding her in, tears slowly but surly forming in his ruby red eyes as he rocked her unconscious body back and forth in his arms. His mother grabbed his shoulder a serious look in her eyes as she squeezed down on him.

“Let them check on her and the baby Katsuki, now” she said lowly uncovering the top half of her and her big baby bump luckily keeping everything for her bottom half decent. The doctor, who he found the least bit of comfort was a woman lifted up the bottom of the blanket and sucked in a breath. “She has frost bite on her toes, she’ll have the stay as warm as possible until they heal” she tutted and ignoring Katsuki’s gasp as she came around to her stomach. “I’m going to touch her belly, just the make sure the pup is ok” she warned waiting until Katsuki gave a hesitant nod and reached out.

Placing a hand on her stomach she felt around until she could hear the faint sounds of blood rushing to a second heart beat inside the queens body. Looking her up and down after doing a few more bodyily checks she concluded the queen was alright, just would be unconscious and exhausted for a while on top of her pregnancy. She was out for nearly a full day and night before she groaned out, her body sore and in pain and tried to sit up in the bed. Strong big arms wrapped around her hugged her tighter. “Don’t you dare” Katsuki said nuzzling his face into her neck. “I’m hungry Katsuki” she whined getting a grunt from him.

“You almost died and your first request is food?” he asked gruffly caressing her tummy and trying not to smile as he did so. “Do you not realize what could’ve happened to you out there?” he asked rubbing the top of her head to let her know he wasn’t angry at her by any means just was frustrated. “If we hadn’t of found you when we did...” he continued stopping when she placed her hand on his that was rubbing her stomach. “I know. I thought it was going to happen too, but they were going to sell him on the black market Katsuki I didn’t know where to go everyone was busy dealing with the rest.”

“Don’t ever think I’m to busy for you, you hear me” Katsuki said softly grabbing her jaw. “Anything like this happens ever again you come to me first and only”

Nodding her head at him softly she snuggled further into his chest smiling softly at hearing Katsuki call in his and her handmaidens and telling them to have the village chef immediately prepare her a feast “fit for a queen” literally and figuratively Katsuki and her both glad to have a fully healthy and safe family on the way now.

A/N

This is shit but I’m high as a kite rn so njoy ig beautiful people

#yandere bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #dragon king #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines

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Requested by @ryleyrooroo: Can I please get some gingerbread with my soft boi Marcus Pike? 🥺

I am so so so very sorry for how long this took to be completed. But, I wanted to go back and rewatch Pedro’s scenes in The Mentalist, and I wasn’t able to until recently. So, here it is, very late... I hope you like it!!!

Nutmeg, Cinnamon, and Gingerbread

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: So, while re-watching The Mentalist, I felt a strong resurgence of my hate for Patrick Jane. I don’t know why, but I’ve never liked his character. And ever since Lisbon did poor Marcus dirty like that, I’ve not really liked her either. So, that definitely came out while I was writing, oops... And yes, I know it rarely snows in Sacramento, but it did snow on December 7th in 2009, so it’s definitely possible. Just go with it. 

Requested: Gingerbread - holiday kisses- under the mistletoe or in front of a roaring fire, their lips taste of nutmeg and gingerbread and holiday cheer

You were late, goddammit. 

Everything had fit together so perfectly, so of course something had to go wrong at the last minute.

Your boyfriend was working a case in Sacramento, and had been for a few months now. You’d been sad that the two of you wouldn’t be able to spend Christmas together, but then it was like the stars had aligned, and an unsub had popped up a few counties over, in Santa Clara, and your team was on their way. You’d managed to get your bosses to agree that so long as you took a commercial flight back, and that you’d be home before New Years, you could have a few days off to celebrate with your boyfriend.

Your case had been solved relatively quickly, within two weeks, just one day before Christmas Eve, and you’d immediately begun the drive from Santa Clara up to Sacramento. God, your boyfriend had been so excited.

“Hey, baby! Guess what?” 

You’d called him only minutes after getting on the road, too excited to try and keep him in suspense.

“Don’t tell me–”

“Yes! We finished the case! I’ve got…” you trailed off, glancing at the GPS. “About two hours before I reach Sacramento!”

There was a gasp through the speakers before a whoop of excitement rang through the car. “Sweetheart that’s amazing! I was beginning to lose hope!” 

You smiled at the clear and obvious joy in your significant other’s voice. “Me too, babe. I’m so excited to get to spend Christmas with you. I can’t wait to get to your hotel and just crash.”

“I can’t wait either, I–” A loud groan suddenly rang out. “Shit, I completely forgot. There’s a Christmas party tonight and the boss wants me there for ‘team bonding’ or something, and I probably won’t get back until late.”

You were quiet for a moment, and he must have assumed that you were upset with him. “Sweetheart I’m so sorry, I was so looking forward to seeing you, and now I’m gonna have to ditch you tonight for people I really don’t want to be around and–” you cut him off quickly. 

“Babe, babe no, Marcus, baby, listen to me.” You waited for him to stop before you continued. “It’s not a big deal. What if I come with you?”

There’s a pause for a moment, before your boyfriend lets out a small huff of laughter. “That… That might actually work. I can’t imagine the brass complaining about you coming to a Christmas party, especially when you technically work for the same company.”

You rolled your eyes, but really, he was right. He worked in the Art Theft Program for the FBI, and you worked for the BAU, also for the FBI. The brass was fine with your relationship since you weren’t technically colleagues, so why would they have a problem with you coming to a party?

After getting the details from Marcus, you said goodbye, already anxious for the drive to be over. You had some dressier clothes packed in your bag from the case you’d just worked, so you were going to swing by his hotel and change before meeting him at the CBI headquarters. With your ETA being what it was, you’d be right on time for the start of the party. 

At least, that had been the plan. 

There had been a car accident right in front of you while you were on your way from Marcus’ hotel room to the CBI Headquarters, and of course, you being the Good Samaritan that you were, stopped to wait for the police. You’d given your statement, but one of the officers would not stop flirting and inviting you out to dinner, no matter how much you insisted you had somewhere to be.

When you finally managed to get him off your back, you were running thirty minutes late, meaning the party was in full swing, and your boyfriend was alone, surrounded by people he didn’t like all that much. 

Marcus never really talked about the first time he’d worked with CBI, but you knew enough. You knew that he’d fallen in love with an agent, and that she’d agreed to marry him, only to break up with him and get together with an absolute ass of a man. Marcus had been left in Washington DC, with no explanation and a broken heart. 

You’d crossed paths with him maybe... six months after that? It was practically love at first sight for you, and although it took him longer to admit it–you know, due to trust and intimacy issues that were extremely valid–Marcus had felt the same. This had led to the two of you getting together on Christmas of all days, and the two of you would have a year of dating under your belts this upcoming December 25th. 

Now, you were about to meet the woman who’d broken Marcus’ heart and the man she’d chosen instead of him, and while honestly, you couldn’t be too upset, since Marcus was now dating you, you could still be mad at her on principle. 

As you walked into the building’s lobby, where the party was being held, and saw Marcus, you felt your breath hitch. It had been so goddamn long since you’d seen him, and there he was, only a few feet from you for the first time in over three months. His back was to you, and he seemed to be talking to two people, although you could tell by his posture that he was not enjoying the conversation. 

Getting closer, you realized that the couple talking to your boyfriend had to be Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon. For one, Jane looked as though he thought he was God’s gift to mankind, and judging by the smirk on his face, he thought himself to be above everyone in the room. And Lisbon looked simultaneously smug and upset, and you guessed she was probably smug that Marcus didn’t seem to have anyone–you knew he hadn’t told the CBI team about your relationship, as he felt it was none of their business–and that she was probably upset that Marcus didn’t look more broken up about her being here with Jane. 

God, it made you sick. Those two had played with Marcus, toyed with his heart, and he didn’t deserve it. Your sweet, loving boyfriend didn’t deserve this, to be stuck on a team with the two people who’d made him so miserable for months on end, and you were glad that, at least for tonight, you could be his buffer. 

As you approached the trio, Jane’s eyes locked onto you, and you saw a look of confusion on his face at the way you were marching over there like a woman on a mission. Clearly Marcus must’ve noticed Jane’s look, because he turned around just in time to catch you in his arms.

You didn’t even have time to look at Jane or Lisbon before Marcus’ lips were on yours. His arm held your waist tight against his, his other hand buried in your hair as he kissed you desperately. You knew it was probably a mix of missing you, and frustration with the two CBI agents–well, one CBI agent and one ‘consultant’–but Marcus kissed you as if the world was ending.

His lips tasted like nutmeg and cinnamon and gingerbread, and it brought you back to when he’d first kissed you, almost a year ago.

***

“Agent Pike, you may have a lot of experience, especially when it comes to catching art thieves, but I’m afraid your experience in gingerbread-house making is sorely lacking.”

The look the agent in question gave you was so reminiscent of a kicked puppy that you wished you had your phone with you to take a picture. He had gingerbread batter all over his hands and smeared on his apron, and he’d somehow managed to get flour and butter into his hair, making it stick up slightly in one spot. He had a little bit of frosting on his cheek, and he had a small nutmeg mustache just under his real one. 

If you had known what a disaster it would be to invite the special agent into your home to make gingerbread on Christmas Day, you wouldn’t have done it.

…

No.

That was a lie.

No matter how disheveled and disastrous this impromptu get together turned out to be, you knew you wouldn’t regret it. 

You’d met him on a case a couple months ago, and ever since, the cute art thief investigator from D.C. just wouldn’t get out of your head. So, when you’d run into him unexpectedly on Christmas Eve, you’d impulsively invited him over the next day when he’d mentioned not having any Christmas plans. 

And boy were you glad you had. 

He was so funny and cute and instead of getting over your crush–like you’d intended–it had only grown. He knew how to make you laugh, and he was a perfect gentleman, and he didn’t judge you for not wanting to settle down and be a homemaker like your mom, and he got along with your cat–which was an honest-to-god miracle, the little bastard didn’t like anyone–and he was perfectly perfect in every single way. 

And the way he was looking at you right now made you want to kiss him. 

Before you could begin to rationalize–whether you’d be rationalizing for or against kissing him you weren’t sure–his eyes flickered up to something above your head and then he looked back at you and before you knew it he was leaning in to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. 

It was warm and soft and perfect and fleeting and before you knew it, he was pulling away, a guilty look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, looking down at his hands. “There was mistletoe and you just looked so pretty, and I–”

You cut him off, placing your hands on his cheeks and pulling his lips back to yours, licking at his lips to taste the mix of nutmeg, cinnamon, and gingerbread. His arms hesitantly wrapped around your waist, as though afraid you were going to bolt, but when you bit gently on his bottom lip, he suddenly crushed you against his chest, bending you back slightly as he devoured you. 

As you stood kissing in your kitchen, covered in baking ingredients, you found yourself deliriously happy for the sprig of mistletoe hanging above your head.

***

Marcus had always been gently intimate, sweet and soft and loving in a way you’d never experienced before. But this… this kiss was different. His lips pressed hard against yours, and you were suddenly thankful that you weren’t wearing any lipstick because it would have been smudged so thoroughly beyond repair if he kept kissing you like this.

It took you longer than you’d like to admit to remember that you had an audience, but when you tried to pull away–reluctantly, you might add–Marcus didn’t let you go. He used his grip on your hair to tilt your head to the side and deepen the kiss. Your hands were clenched in his suit jacket, letting him control the pace. He slid his tongue into your mouth, and you were lost. He was turning you on with his possessiveness–honestly there really wasn’t any other word for it–and you almost whimpered when he finally pulled away.

“Hi baby,” he said breathlessly, his voice much deeper than usual. “How was the drive?” His hand slid out of your hair, only to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your spit-slicked and swollen bottom lip.

It took you a minute to answer, your brain still trying to reboot after that mind-blowingly perfect kiss. His arm was still around your waist, his thumb rubbing against your side in the way you knew he liked, to remind himself that you were there, next to him. 

“Longer than I wanted, I’m sorry I’m late.” He laughed softly, his eyes as bright as stars. 

“You’re fine, darling. I’m just so glad you’re here.” He leaned forward to press a fleeting kiss against your lips, pulling away before either of you lost yourselves again. “Let me introduce you.”

You turned, finally acknowledging the couple standing in front of you. Lisbon was staring at you, a slight frown on her lips, eyes narrowed in confusion and… jealousy? Wow, she had some nerve if she thought she was allowed to be jealous after what she did.

Jane, on the other hand, was less composed, a little slack-jawed as his eyes flickered rapidly between the two of you. 

Being a profiler and working with multiple other profilers on a constant basis made it so that you had a pretty good radar for when someone was analyzing you, and the fact that this man thought he had the right to try and analyze your and Marcus’ relationship pissed you off. 

He started to open his mouth, and you could tell from the look in his eyes it wasn’t going to be nice, so you decided to mess with him. 

“Hi! You must be… Preston? Is it Preston? Oh no, Patrick, I remember!” You felt so damn smug wiping that stupid smirk off his stupid face. “And you! You must be Teresa! Oh, it’s so nice to meet you!” You shook her hand firmly, watching as she just blinked at you.

“Um… I’m sorry, I don’t know your name, Marcus never mentioned you?” 

You could tell what she was trying to do, and you weren’t gonna have it. “Oh, Marcus and I don’t advertise our relationship very much. My boss’s wife was killed by the Boston Reaper, and it’s made me a little paranoid that someone might go after him just to get to me.” You knew it was kind of a low blow, but Teresa-fucking-Lisbon broke Marcus’ heart and you were not letting her off easy. “But, that’s the life of a BAU profiler, right?” 

She nodded slowly, clearly thrown off guard by your little display. Marcus’ arm was tight around your waist, and you were pleased to see her eyes drop slightly to his hand on your waist, only to quickly look back up when she saw it. 

“I really hate to be rude, and I know I just got here, but I’ve not seen Marcus in person in over three months, and you can only do so much over the phone, you know?” You heard someone choke on their drink behind you, but you couldn’t care less. “Maybe I’ll see the two of you later?”

Without giving them a chance to respond, you turned on your heel, walking back out the doors and into the parking lot, Marcus in step next to you. The two of you didn’t speak until you arrived at his car, only for him to use his arm around your waist to push you against the side of his SUV.

It was dark out, but you could clearly see Marcus’ eyes peering down at you, swimming with emotion. “Baby, what was that in there?”

You smirked, wrapping one of your hands around his tie. “I wasn’t about to let Jane start talking shit about you, or me, or what he thought our relationship was. And I saw how Lisbon was eyeing you.” You pulled him down to your level, whispering against his lips. “I had to show her I meant business.”

Marcus huffed out a small laugh, and the gust of air caressed your lips. “Sweetheart, that was so sexy.”

You brushed your lips ever so softly against his. “Teresa Lisbon had her chance. You’re mine, now and forever.” You kissed him harder, and as snow began to fall in the CBI parking lot, two days before Christmas, you whispered one more admission against his lips. “And I’m yours.”

#requests #pedro pascal #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #reader fic #no use of Y/N #xmas #*written in july #fluff #first kiss #couple #dating #lil bit of angst #but not between reader and marcus #im not that mean

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Salt & Snow - Chapter 2

Ships: Ned Stark x Reader, Brandon Stark x Reader

Summary: House Caspian’s only daughter returns to Winterfell, with her family in tow. She’s delighted to see her friends again, but with the end of the visit comes very startling news.

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Only two weeks passed before Y/N got her first letter from Lyanna. It was a long one, full of enthusiasm and clumsy penmanship, asking after Y/N, her family and full of questions about Ramsgate and their keep, Whitetide. Why are your lands called Ramsgate? Are there lots of goats when you move away from the sea? How big is Whitetide? Is it really right on top of the beach?

Y/N eagerly wrote back, and her mother gave her the idea to include some seashells, a starfish and a sand dollar, all little treasures that Y/N collected on her many walks on the beach. She couldn’t wait for Lyanna’s response, asking the guard who watched for deliveries every day if there was something for her. Lady Talia finally had to ask her to leave the poor man alone.

But the next correspondence was by raven, of all things, a little message with a cute drawing of a direwolf and a big thank you from Lyanna and Benjen. The maester handed it to her parents with great confusion, and they in turn blinked at it before giving it to Y/N. She gladly kept it safe in her sketchbook.

The next letter detailed the great scolding Lyanna received for using one of Winterfell’s ravens. She worried her mother wouldn’t let her send any letters at all, but instead she was forced to stay inside for two weeks helping Nan knit and practicing her penmanship with the maester. Y/N giggled at the thought, and made a point to compliment Lyanna’s handwriting. She could already imagine the girl’s grimace and cramped hand.

The letters became a staple in the next year. It was towards the end of the ninth moon when Lyanna sent an especially long one. Y/N read it halfway before she was jumping on top of her bed in excitement.

She ran down the steps, nearly crashing into a washerwoman and narrowly avoiding a guard. Lady Talia frowned at her daughter arriving in the great hall in such a breathless flurry. “Y/N, you’ll trip over your skirts and break open your head if you carry on like that —”

“Mother! Are we going back to Winterfell?”

Lady Talia almost dropped baby Rickard. She recovered herself and sighed. “Oh, it was supposed to be a surprise! Did your father tell you?”

“No, Lyanna did!” Y/N waved the letter at her mother, too fast for the woman to actually look at it’s contents. “When are we going? Is it soon? Is it tomorrow?”

“Yes, soon, sweetling. Think about what things you want to pack. It will be a long stay, so bring all your dresses and some books.”

Y/N almost didn’t hear her. She was buzzing. How long was a long stay? How soon was soon? She would’ve asked a dozen more questions if her mother hadn’t shooed her out.

Two maids helped her pack. Y/N expected to use the small wooden trunk she and Willam shared last time. It was colorfully painted and had manta rays carved into the sides, so she especially liked it. Instead, the maids brought in two large trunks, the ones grown-up ladies used to transport their fine gowns and furs. She gaped at all the space on the inside, and how finely it was lined. A whole person could fit in there, or at least both her and Willam!

She already pulled dresses from the armoire — it was easy, she only had so many — but the maid was taking everything out of her closet, even her long winter socks that probably didn’t fit anymore. The other maid was neatly stacking all of her books.

“Oh, um, I was only taking four,” Y/N said to her.

The maid smiled. “You’ll want all of them, milady.”

No, I only wanted four, Y/N thought, but the maids listened to her lady mother, not her. It would be useless to argue with them. If the men who packed up the carts complained about the weight of her trunks, she’d know what to tell them.

At dinner, her father asked, “All excited for the trip, little ray?” and he was delighted with his daughter’s enthusiastic response. She hadn’t noticed her mother looking less excited, but Lady Talia still gave Y/N a smile when she looked her way.

“I’m going too!” Willam declared, as if he worried he was going to be left behind. Lord Gareth tousled his hair and promised he could ride along with the knights and guards.

Seeing Winterfell for the second time was just like the first;  breathtaking and no less a marvel. It was still hard to believe that a castle that big existed, and it was so close to Ramsgate, and she had a friend waiting inside. She was buzzing to get out of the carriage and just run up to the gates herself, but her mother was far less permissive than her uncle. She fretted over Y/N’s hair and tried to smooth her dress as they rode through the gate, and Y/N used every fiber of self-control not to squirm away. Her mother’s eyes said she was not in the mood to be disobeyed.

Finally, finally, the carriage door opened. Before the Winterfell guard could even greet her, she was flying down the steps.

Y/N heard her mother calling, but she pretended not to hear. The cold, saltless air blew through her hair, and she took a deep breath. It smelled like the dirt of the yard, the savory smoke from the kitchens and the distant pine of the forests. She only had a few moments to take it all in before the wind was thrown right out of her lungs.

Y/N choked as arms were thrown around her. She very nearly teetered over, the only thing stopped her was Lyanna yanking her back. The girl had a frightening grip. “Y/N! You’re here! It’s been forever!”

“I-I am!” Y/N coughed. “My mother is here this time, and Willam is back, and I have some things for you, and —”

“Lyanna, unhand the poor girl.” Lady Stark’s voice was familiar, but her appearance was a surprise again. Y/N realized she’d somewhat forgotten what the Lady looked like, but she remembered the pretty, long hair and grey eyes. “Y/N, it’s good to see you again, sweetling.”

Y/N was able to do a proper curtsy once she was unhanded, but she still felt a little dizzy. “Thank you for having me again, Lady Stark.”

“Where’s your lady mother, and lord father? Goodness, did you run ahead of them?” Lady Stark shook her head, but she didn’t seem truly upset. Had she always been so pale, though? Y/N couldn’t recall, and her friend easily took her attention away.

“Y/N, we have some new horses! You haven’t seen them yet, they’re so pretty. I’ve gotten to ride them already.” Lyanna just realized something. “Mother, can I show her?”

Y/N was expecting Lady Stark to put up a fuss, as her mother might have, but the woman looked too tired. She simply nodded and waved the two girls away. Y/N wondered if it was truly okay, even as Lyanna pulled on her hand. Y/N went along, figuring she’d see her parents and the Lord and Lady Stark at dinner tonight, anyhow. She could do her proper courtesies then.

To Lyanna’s disappointment, the new horses she was so proud of had been taken out on a hunt, so the next stop was the library of Winterfell, which surprised Y/N. She hadn’t taken Lyanna for the type to read these huge, dusty things, but it wasn’t a huge or dusty book that Lyanna pulled out. There was an old chest at the bottom of one of the bookshelves, and when she opened it, a collection of rolled-up parchment was inside. 

Y/N’s nose wrinkled at the smell. “Are we allowed to look at these?”

“They’re here for the Starks.” Lyanna replied. Y/N felt like her friend could have unrolled the old parchment a little neater.

Lyanna set two heavy inkpots in either side of the parchment to keep it from rolling back. The beautiful drawings unfurled before her, and Y/N realized it was a stylistic, detailed map of Westeros. She gasped in delight. “Oh, it’s so pretty!”

The linework was so fine and detailed, each little mountain, tree and even tiny ships on waves were drawn out. She immediately looked for Ramsgate, and it saddened her that the Caspian ray was not there. It was still the merman of Manderly. This must have been a very old map, then.

“Your manta ray isn’t here!” Lyanna realized it as well, perhaps for the first time. “Hmph. They should update these dusty old things.”

“I don’t think that’s possible ... It’s still beautiful.” Y/N said. She sat in the chair with Lyanna; it was so wide, both of them could sit in it with just a little discomfort. Lyanna was skinny for her age, but she was already taller than Y/N. Y/N could swear they were the same height last year. “I love how they painted Winterfell. There’s even direwolves around it, and look here, each castle has its Godswood drawn, too. You can even see some of the Godswoods in the Southern castles, but they’re not as good as the one in Winterfell.”

Lyanna was proud of that. She pointed out some of her favorite parts of the map: The kraken encircling the Iron Islands, the collection of trouts running down Riverrun, the beautiful flowers and crops that covered most of the Reach. She and Y/N shivered as they saw the detailed flayed man of the Boltons, and they admired the horses of the Ryswells.

Lyanna pointed toward the Vale, where the Eyrie was drawn in splendid detail, its white, blue and dark grey ink only slightly faded. A beautiful sky-blue falcon perched on top of it. She tapped it with her finger and sighed. “Ned’s here.”

Y/N didn’t quite understand. She floated her own finger above the parchment, tracing from Winterfell all the way to the Eyrie. “But why? It’s so far away,” She said. “It takes days to get from Whitetide to Winterfell, and only if the weather is good. That’s what my father said.”

“I don’t know.” Lyanna crossed her arms. “I didn’t want him to go. He didn’t, either! But mother and father said it was important for young lords to learn … whatever they said. Hmph. Why couldn’t our maester just teach him?”

“And Brandon is the oldest. Shouldn’t he learn all the important things?”

“He should! He’s thick as an aurochs, though. That doesn’t mean I want him to go away to a big, stupid mountain, too. Even if he deserves it.” Lyanna huffed. “Ned writes sometimes, but letters take too long to go up and down the Eyrie, he said so. He said you have to take a donkey to go up, or ride in a basket of turnips!”

“A basket…?”

“They use a rope to pull you up, like getting water from the well.”

That didn’t seem right, but Y/N didn’t know anything about the Eyrie. Lyanna continued with a huff. “The last letter he sent was all about some lord he’s friends with, a boy named Robert. He’s a Baratheon from Storm’s End. He’s the first son of that house, so why did Ned have to go?”

Y/N knew where Storm’s End was. She was familiar with most coastal cities and keeps, like Oldtown and Lannisport, and Storm’s End was no different. It’s two great walls that looked like big drums, her Uncle said, and she was delighted to see it painted just as he described. There was a rearing black stag sitting atop it, and it was just as far from the Eyrie as the direwolf was.

“It must be very sad to be so far from home,” Y/N said. She couldn’t imagine.

Lyanna frowned. “Ned should come home so I don’t have to hear about stupid Robert anymore.”

“Who’s Robert?”

The sudden voice made Y/N yelp and jump almost a foot in the air, and that reaction made Lyanna fall right out of the chair and onto the floor. She scrambled back to her feet. “Benjen! Don’t sneak up on people!”

“It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention. Who’s Robert?”

“The boy from Ned’s letter, remember? We read it together!”

“Are you allowed to take these maps out?” Benjen asked.

“Ugh, we’re done with it, anyway. You really do sneak around like a shadowcat.” Lyanna removed the inkpots and Y/N took charge of carefully rolling the map. Maybe I can look at it later? The pictures are so pretty … Even if it doesn’t have a manta ray.

“I’m bored.” Benjen said. He clearly expected his sister and Y/N to do something about it.

“We can play a game?” Y/N offered. She watched with some concern as Lyanna closed the trunk and tried to shove it back on the shelves. She couldn’t remember if that’s how it looked when they found it.

After much discussion and debate, hide and seek was declared the game of choice… with some rules. Lyanna made it very clear that they were only hiding inside the living area of the keep, and only in rooms they were allowed inside, and only in rooms with no adults. She looked directly to Benjen as she said all of this. Lyanna was declared “it”, and Benjen wasted little time in grabbing Y/N’s sleeve when she began counting.

“Where should I hide?” Y/N asked. “I don’t know the castle. I could get lost.”

“Just keep going down that hall until you see a big window, and choose any of those rooms,” Benjen pointed. “There’s lots of tables to hide under. Oh, if you find a blue yarn ball anywhere, that’s Nan’s. Tell her I didn’t take it.”

Before Y/N could question that, Benjen shoved her in the direction of the long hallway and went scurrying off. Y/N could only faintly hear Lyanna counting in the library, so she hurried, trying to decide which room to dart into. Lyanna would expect her to hide in one of these rooms. After all, Benjen went somewhere else, somewhere that was actually difficult to find.

She noticed one of the rooms was being occupied. The door was closed, but there was light and warmth coming from under it. Y/N suddenly felt she was intruding, so she walked carefully past it. The voices from inside were feminine, and very familiar. She stopped suddenly when she heard her mother’s familiar laugh.

Her mother’s voice drifted behind the wooden door. Y/N leaned against the door, assuming she’d hear her brother or father, but instead there was another lady’s voice. Lady Stark. They were probably doing needlework by the hearth. She was ready to move on, but she heard her name.

“Y/N is a very dear girl, I think she’ll be happy …”

I’ll be what? Y/N pressed her ear against the wood. She remembered the keyhole, and while it was too small to peek, she could put her ear to it.

“You cannot consider the offer,” That was Lady Stark’s voice that sounded so stern, like when she scolded her children. “You musn’t, Talia.”

“I told Gareth about it, but he said …”

“ … Men are foolish about these things, you shall not …”

It was hard to catch the conversation, and Y/N worried about leaning on the door too hard - it might creak - but her curiosity was burning a hole in her. She couldn’t help but pick up several morsels as  she listened in.

“If they think … my only daughter …”

“… We could always … She’s young, but a good child …”

“… It was supposed to be in a few years, Lyarra …”

A pair of hands grasped Y/N’s shoulders, and she screamed as Lyanna tackled her. “YOU’RE IT!”

There was exclamations and the sound of something breaking inside. Lady Stark swung the door open and was greeted to two girls sprawled on the floor. They were promptly dragged inside and forced to sit and participate in the needlework that the two women were doing. Y/N glanced at both Lady Stark and her mother, both peeved, both not picking up whatever conversation they were having earlier … because it was about her.

Y/N tried to focus on threading the needle. I heard my name, there’s no mistaking it. Am I in trouble?

Thirty minutes into the forced needlework, Lyanna gasped and realized they were supposed to find Benjen. Lady Stark sharply told her to sit. Benjen walked past the open doorway a few minutes later anyway, tying some blue yarn into complicated knots. He stuck his tongue out at Lyanna while his mother’s head was down, and Y/N pulled back Lyanna’s arm to keep her from tossing her embroidery hoop.

Y/N enjoyed an entire week at Winterfell, and she didn’t have a moment without the Stark children. Lyanna was an almost constant presence, of course. They had lessons in the day and ate together in the evening, and at night they even shared a room. They’d whisper and chatter under the furs until one of them finally fell asleep, usually Y/N. Benjen often joined in their more lively activities, and even Brandon would come along now and again, although it was usually just to annoy them. He fancied himself an important “man” of fourteen, and didn’t think much of silly girls.

Lyanna didn’t want Y/N to leave, so she tried not to think about how short a week really was. She hated having to waste time doing embroidery and staying inside, even if Y/N made such beautiful drawings on her canvas, and even if she was a surprisingly elegant dancer at her young age.

It was the seventh day, and Lyanna and Y/N groggily went through their morning routine. The septa helped them lace their clothes and braid their hair. Y/N looked over at her chest, still open and … empty?

“Septa Alys, where are my things?” She asked with some concern.

The septa was not terribly old. She had a sweet disposition and was more prone to wringing her hands instead of scolding whenever Lyanna acted up. “They were put away yesterday, dear. Did you not notice?”

“But why? I’m leaving today.”

Septa Alys was more occupied with Lyanna’s hair. “You’ll have to ask your lady mother and lord father, dear.”

“Maybe the servants were mistaken? I’ll help you put it back.” Lyanna offered, but she didn’t sound happy about it. Now that she was properly awake, she was sullen. She spent most of the previous night sulking.

Septa Alys helped Y/N secure the pearl and silver string in her hair, complimenting how lovely it looked with her pretty hair. Y/N didn’t completely hear her. She walked down the hall with Lyanna, who let out another sigh.

“We can still write,” Y/N said. She wasn’t happy, either, but she didn’t want their last day to be so gloomy. “I’ll send you things again, too.”

Thankfully, Lyanna was willing to be cheered. “I want to send you things too, but we don’t have seashells or anything like that here… I’ll think of something. I’ll send you blue rose petals! You wanted to paint them, right?”

“Oh, yes, I’d love that. Weirwood leaves, too. The ones at your Godswood are so big!”

The girls fell into an easy chatter as they entered the great hall for breakfast. The four parents were there, as Y/N expected, but there was no food on the table - they weren’t even sitting yet. Brandon, Benjen and Willam were nowhere to be seen, nor was Ser Roderick or the maester or any of the other staff that were slowly becoming familiar. Lyanna sensed the strangeness, too.

“Mother, what’s going on?” She asked.

“Girls, we have something important to tell you.” Lady Stark beckoned them. She didn’t look as tired this morning, in fact, she seemed like she was trying to keep from smiling too much. Y/N instantly looked to her mother, who was beaming, and her father, who had a smile with tension behind it. Lord Stark looked thoroughly amused.

“Y/N, do you like it here?” Her mother asked.

Y/N thought it was a silly question, and not what it seemed, but she didn’t know how to answer. “Yes, I like Winterfell very much.”

It was Lord Stark’s voice that boomed, and Y/N didn’t expect it. She startled a little. “Would you like to stay here for a longer time, little Y/N?”

She looked to Lyanna, who was just as confused, then to the parents again. “For how much longer, my lord?”

“Well,” Her mother tried to sound excited, but she was using the same voice she reserved for carefully explaining something to Willam, especially after he was about to cry about something. “Until you’re a woman grown, Y/N. In Winterfell you’ll learn to be a proper lady and wife, doing the same lessons as Lyanna. You’ll be like sisters.”

“Sisters?” Lyanna gaped.

“She’ll live with us for a few years, not as a guest, but as family.” Lady Stark said to her daughter. She didn’t speak to them like they were Willam. “You have heard that Ned is fostering in the Eyrie? It is like that, my dear.”

“Oh.”

She couldn’t believe it. Y/N was struck with absolute disbelief, like she was still walking around in a dream and she’d wake to Lyanna’s arm hitting her in the face again. Happiness hit her, excitement, but also nervousness, and then —

“But - Willam is not staying? Mother and father aren’t …?”

“Just you, little ray,” Her father finally spoke. He bent down to her level, still in light armor in spite of the early hour. “With Lady Stark and the septa, you can get a proper education here. You’re our only daughter, and we want you to be taken care of.”

He sounded sad, and his eyes didn’t meet her’s completely, but he took her hand. Y/N felt like she shouldn’t be excited anymore. Could her family not take care of her? Was baby Rickard really so fussy, was Willam really so much more important?

No, Willam might foster in a few years, too, but not here. He’ll be a page or a squire. It’s an important thing for lords to do, especially first-born ... Mother and Father must expect a lot from me ... 

Even if they had another daughter, Y/N was the oldest by far. She was always responsible for Willam, and she’d already helped plenty with baby Rickard. Her septa and maester were also often pleased with how she progressed in her lessons. A sense of duty and pride filled Y/N, combined with all the other swirling emotions. She’d miss her family very much, but her mother had told her many times about the duties of a grown lady. Wasn’t this part of that?

She felt Lyanna take her hand and squeeze it. Y/N could have been sent anywhere else in the North, or like Ned, far away to some mountain keep — to a place where she had no friends, and no familiar faces.

It must have been very hard for him, Y/N thought suddenly, but she shook those thoughts free when she realized everyone wanted a reaction from her. She nodded, looking toward her father first, because addressing everyone felt frightening. She might start crying.

“I’m very happy,” She said, hoping she sounded as such. She wasn’t sure how she felt; too many emotions were buzzing about and not staying still. “I’ll miss you, and mother, and my brothers … will you still visit? Can I visit?”

“Of course! Especially during the harvest season and the melees.” Lord Stark said.

Her mother added, “You’ll write me weekly, I want to read about all the things you’re doing. Time will pass before you know it.”

“It will be so nice to have lessons with you!” Lyanna blurted. Y/N was surprised how still and quiet she was being up until now. “It’s fine enough with Benjen, but he doesn’t do the lady things I have to. Oh! Mother, will we still share a room?”

“Yes, especially when winter comes, it will be too cold —”

The situation had fully sunk into Lyanna’s mind, and now she couldn’t stop. “You could have a horse of your own! Can you ride? No, you told me, so you’ll learn! I’ll teach you! We can watch the fighters spar, and we can walk in the Godswood, and sometimes when father goes to Winter Town —”

“Lyanna.”

She was hardly discouraged by her mother’s sharp tone. Y/N noticed her father looked much happier, and he kissed her brow before standing back up.

“Let’s break our fast, then!” Lord Stark went to his old friend and slapped his back. “I’ll call the rest in, the Others know where Brandon ran off to, though. Lyarra, where’s that son of your’s?”

“Your son is in the yard, swinging that new sword about. Sit beside us on the dais, sweetling.” Lady Stark patted Y/N on the head as she walked past her. Y/N’s mother smiled approvingly, and pulled her soft braid forward. The pearl glinted in the morning light.

“I’ll send you many more things, so you don’t feel so homesick, little ray.” She said. Then she turned to Lyanna. “It will be nice to have a sister for once, won’t it?”

“Yes, thank the gods.” Lyanna said bluntly, and the adults laughed to themselves, even Lady Stark, who was failing to look embarrassed. While the servants poured in to serve the food, and men at arms entered, and finally Benjen, Brandon and Willam, Y/N was quiet. She filled her plate, but much of it was untouched. Her stomach and her chest were fluttering at the same time, and if maybe one of them would settle, she could eat something more.

Lyanna was excited, too excited, enough to make Y/N feel uneasy. Her parents and Lyanna’s parents were pleased, her friend was delighted, the various members of Winterfell expressed their well-wishes.

Winterfell is big and beautiful, and Lyanna is my very best friend, and her brothers are nice, too. Lady Stark, Lord Stark, the maester, Septa Alys… No one has been unkind to me.

Y/N wanted to excuse herself. The hall was noisy, so she could have slipped away, if only they weren’t on the dais. Benjen was beside her, and he leaned in so their shoulders touched. “What’s the matter?”

She glanced up at his big, wondering eyes, and quickly said, “Nothing.”

Very little escaped Benjen, she knew. He was a year younger, but sometimes Y/N felt like he was older - only sometimes, when he wasn’t teasing them or playing a stupid prank. “It’s okay to be unhappy.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what to make of that statement. “I’m not. I like it here. … I’ll just miss home sometimes, I think.”

“It’d be strange to not miss home, right?” Benjen said. “You said you can’t smell the sea here.”

Y/N deflated. Now she truly wanted to cry, but she held it in, and touched her pearl. There were no pearls in Winterfell, no seashells, no sunsets making the water glitter, no giant ships with their billowing sails. There was no smell of salt or sound of waves.

“I’m sorry,” Benjen said quickly. He touched her hand where she left it, under the table, and squeezed her fingers. It was much gentler than the way Lyanna grasped it. “We should go to Whitetide one day.”

“You’d want to go?”

“I’ve never seen the ocean or a manta ray. Not even a ship.” Benjen looked on the other side of Y/N, where Lyanna was sitting. “Lyanna! Let’s go to Ramsgate.”

“What? When?” She stared at Y/N, as if that was who gave the suggestion.

“Um, some day,” Y/N said. “Maybe some day soon. Our castle isn’t big as Winterfell, or Lord Manderly’s keep, but I’ll show you the  beach and the ships.”

She smiled as she thought of that. She could already see Lyanna building sand castles and getting completely dirty, and Benjen would sneak behind her and dump sand down her tunic. Brandon could come, too. He’d watch the ships with her uncle, or even board one, because he was a lordling and a man now. Maybe, somehow, Ned could come, too. She wondered what he’d like to do on the beach. Perhaps he’d just watch the waves hit the rocks, but that was fine in and of itself - because at night, you could see the stars the sailors navigated with. Y/N knew almost all of them.

This is what she said to Lyanna and Benjen, who listened with rapt attention. As she thought, Lyanna loved the idea of sandcastles, but she wanted to feel the waves crash against her legs, too. Benjen wanted to see a ‘tide pool’, and the little crabs that sat inside them - Y/N couldn’t imagine why he wanted to catch one of the mean things. Even Brandon overheard them, and chimed in. He couldn’t hide his own curiosity as he asked questions about House Caspian’s flagship.

When she returned to Lyanna’s room, her trunk had been stowed away somewhere, and her clothes were in Lyanna’s armoire. Her books were on a small shelf, and her other few belongings were with them. I need to ask mother and father to send my paints. She cared more about that than her cloak and riding boots.

It wasn’t long after that her parents and Willam had to leave for Whitetide. As Y/N expected, Willam cried. She hugged him and promised he could visit, or maybe she’d visit, and she’d write letters, although that meant nothing to him. Sometimes he was more like baby Rickard than Benjen. Still, she was glad her little brother had so much affection for her, and she ended up crying herself as she hugged her mother and father. It pained her that she couldn’t give a proper goodbye to Uncle Cole.

All of the Starks and Y/N watched as the carriage, horses and few men-at-arms disappeared. Eventually Lord and Lady Stark returned to the castle, but the children stayed by her side. Lyanna was holding her hand, Benjen slightly leaned on her other side, and behind her was Brandon’s strong presence. He was already so much taller than any of them.

Y/N thought her tears would have dried eventually, but they kept silently falling. She got tired of rubbing at her face with her sleeves, and she was glad no one was bringing attention to it, even if it was making Lyanna sniff at rub at her own eyes.

Y/N felt Brandon’s hand on her head, and while the gesture would normally annoy her, he wasn’t trying to tease her this time. As she looked up at him, Brandon almost looked sad.

“Manta rays shouldn’t be away from the sea for so long,” He said. “So you’ll have to be a wolf for now.”

“She’s too nice and pretty to be a she-wolf,” Benjen said.

Lyanna quickly asked, “What does that make me?”

“It won’t be for long.” Brandon said. Y/N couldn’t help but notice that for once, he seemed unsure with his words. He was usually so self-assured. The lordling gently touched her hair, where the pearl was tied in. “You’ll always have that to remember.”

Y/N looked down at the iridescent pearl, and while the silver glinted prettily in the sunlight, the pearl’s beauty was something else. It was a little bigger than  her thumb. It wouldn’t be her only pearl, but it was her first, and her father did away with several before finding this one for her. It was almost a perfect sphere, almost.

Brandon seemed done with sentiment for the day. He didn’t wait for an answer as he turned away. “I’m going to practice. Lyanna, your face is going to stick like that if you keep making a stupid face.”

“Your face is already stuck with stupid, Bran!” Lyanna retorted hotly, then added, “And use your sword like a sword when you practice today, yesterday you flailed it like a reed!”

Y/N laughed as she rubbed the last of the tears from her eyes. Benjen said, “There’s some snow up on the walls, want to make snowballs?”

“Yes, and throw them!”

“At what?” Y/N asked. “Each other? Our dresses will get wet.”

“So we’ll throw them at someone not in a dress.” Lyanna looked at Brandon’s retreating figure pointedly. She pulled up her skirt to her calves, always the one who had to get a head start, even if it wasn’t a race. “Come on! I know the fastest way!”

#game of thrones x reader #ned stark x reader #game of thrones imagines #ned stark #salt & snow #libra fics

[oboevallis]

Are you gonna do another part of the Christmas storie?

a christmas to remember pt 4

so sorry for such the long wait!!!! i kind of did a uncharacteristic christmas for the shepherds since i didn’t know how to write a fancy styled one so these are some of the traditions my family and i do, sorry if this is bad

“Didn’t expect you’d still be up.” Carolyn said walking into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I was just getting some water.” Link said holding up the glass.

“No need to apologize, please sit.” Carolyn gestured to the kitchens table, and sat down. “How’s your trip so far?”

“Really good, thanks for having me.”

“Of course. Your my favorite of all of Amelia’s previous suitors.”

“Oh, thanks.” Link was taken aback by this.

“I’ve never seen Amelia this way over someone. My daughter loves very deeply and that can leave her vulnerable. Thank you for loving her, she may not be the easiest but she’s deeply kind.”

“If I’m being honest, I’ve never felt this way about someone before. It baffles me how much I love her.”

“I don’t mean to be blunt, but are you planning on proposing?”

“Actually I have, I’ve been carrying around a ring since Scouts been born. I just can’t figure out the right time, and what she’d want.”

“I think I have an idea if your interested.” The older woman smirked.

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“Merry Christmas Eve.” Amelia whispered to her son as she picked him up from his crib.

“I thought you’d still be asleep.” Link said as he walked into the room.

“I could say the same for you, why are you up so early?” Amelia asked skeptically, for her boyfriend to only shrug.

“Just felt like it.”

“Your nervous aren’t you? I mean this is gonna be a lot of people.”

“I can handle a crowd no need to worry about me.” Link smiled while he took his son into his arms. A knock on the door causing the two to turn around.

“Hey, i just wanted to meet my newest nephew.” Lizzie cooed peaking her head through the door.

“Oh yeah, come on.” The youngest shepherd gestured for her sister to come further into the room.

“May I?” Lizzie asked gesturing towards the baby, link happily passed her the baby. “Oh my goodness you are so adorable. Ugh I miss when my babies were this little. You guys made a cute one.”

“Are you guys the first ones here?” Amelia asked.

“Yeah, I like to get to things earlier than Kate and Nancy. Give myself more points with mom.” Lizzie chuckled.

“If I’m gonna be honest, with Derek out of the picture, I think I’m the favorite.” Amelia chuckled.

“Oh shut up, your terrible.” Lizzie laughed along with her sister.

“Nancy’s my favorite today, if I’m going to be honest.” Carolyn joked as she stood in the door way. “Link, can I have a hand?”

“Yes ma’am.” The man said as he made his way to the door.

“What did I say about you calling me ma’am.” The sisters could hear him apologize in the distance.

“Oh my god he’s hot.” Lizzie whispered when it was just the two of them in the room. “Kate and Nancy both said he was but like wow.”

“Right?” Amelia chuckled as she took her baby back from her sister.

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“Aunt Amy your up next!” A voice yelled from down in the basement.

“I’ll be right there!” Amelia yelled in response.

“Oh can I take him?” Nancy asked gesturing towards the baby.

“Sure.” Amelia agreed passing her baby over to his aunt. Then made her way down to the basement, where most of her nieces and nephews resided.

“You ready Aunt Amy? Whens the last time you played ping pong?” Jake, Nancy’s oldest asked.

“Don’t worry about it. We both know I’ll inevitably beat you.” Amelia smirked picking up the paddle on the table. She picked up the ball in the table and served. The two went back and forth until she missed the ball.

“I guess you still don’t got it.” Jake tauntingly said.

“Oh shut up I still have it. Just serve.” Amelia tossed the ball back to her nephew.

“Aunt Amy just admit you lost.” Her niece sighed from the couch, after the game had gone on for an extra ten minutes than it should have.

“I want a rematch later.” Amelia sighed throwing the paddle back down on the table.

“You know those aren’t the rules.” One of her nephews reminded as he crossed off her name and advanced Jake into the next bracket.

“You all suck.” Amelia sighed as she made her way back up the stairs.

“See your still a sore loser.” One of her nieces laughed.

“In taking my baby back.” Amelia told Nancy as she took her son back.

“You lost?” Nancy chuckled at her sister.

“Maybe.” The younger woman sighed as she sunk onto the couch with her baby on her chest. “Where’s Link?”

“Oh I’m not sure, I haven’t seen him since.”

“You guys probably scared him off.”

“I’m sure you did that all on your own.” Kathleen said walking into the living room passing a glass of wine to Nancy.

“I’m honestly surprised he stayed with you after the stunt you pulled.” Nancy added.

“Ha ha.” Amelia sarcastically laughed.

“Well he knocked her up,he didn’t have much of a choice.” Kathleen whispered to Nancy but loud enough for her other sister to hear.

“Oh like you and Steven didn’t get married when you did just so mom didn’t know you were knocked up before marriage.” Amelia directed towards Kathleen.

“We were already planning to get married, I just happened to get pregnant when I did.” Kathleen defended.

“Ah, we’re already throwing passive aggressive comments to one another.” Lizzie said as she walked into the living room where all of her sisters were.

“There are my girls.” Carolyn smiled as she walked through the front door seeing her daughters in the living room. She made her way into the living room and sat herself down next to her youngest. “I’m glad we’re all together. It’s been way too long.”

“Well not all of us.” Nancy sighed running her finger along the rim of her glass.

“At least I have all my girls.” Carolyn corrected with a sad smile, she desperately missed her late husband and son. “How’s the ping pong tournament going?”

“Lizzie and I have already been eliminated.” Amelia said leaning her head against her mother’s shoulder.

“Nothing out of the usual.” Carolyn remarked.

“Hey, I remember being really good at ping pong.” Amelia defended.

“It’s probably just been a while since you’ve played sweetheart.” The girls mother comforted.

“Derek used to play ping pong all the time to improve his surgical dexterity.” Kathleen reminisced, she distinctly remembered when they were kids and they would spend hours in the basement playing together.

“Especially after the plane crash to rehabilitate his hand.” Lizzie added, she knew first hand how much he played after the nerve transplantation. The five ladies sat in silence thinking about Derek. A set of screams coming from the basement jarring them out of their thoughts. “Sounds like my kids.”

“It’s always your kids.” Kathleen sniggered, as she sipped her wine.

“Well at least my kids love me.” Lizzie added as she exited the room to check on the ruckus happening downstairs.

“I miss when my kids were this little.” Nancy said rubbing her hand across the baby’s back as he laid on Amelia’s chest.

“I don’t want him to grow up.” Amelia agreed looking at her sons eyes that were slowly closing with exhaustion.

“Poor baby’s still got jet lag.” Nancy chuckled at the sleepy baby.

“When we get back home the daycare workers are gonna hate us for how messed up his sleep schedule has gotten.”

“He’s so cute I can’t imagine them being mad for that long. May I?” Nancy extended out her arms to take the baby.

“Yeah, sure.” Amelia passed the sleepy baby to her sister, allowing her to stand up. “I’m going to go find Link.”

“I’m sure he’s busy why don’t you just relax.” Carolyn patted down the seat that her daughter just vacated. Amelia looked at her mother skeptically but obliged.

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“Pizzas here!” Steven, Kathleen’s husband, announced as he came down the basement stairs where everyone was debating on the Christmas movie they would watch. For how fancy all of her sisters were, it always surprised Amelia how on Christmas everyone just let themselves be.

“I don’t know why we debate this every year, we just end up watching ‘miracle on 34th street’ since it’s grandma’s favorite.” One of Lizzies older girls pointed out.

“Actually it’s one of my least favorite holiday movies.” Carolyn chuckled as she looked at her daughters and smiled. “It was your grandfather’s favorite, that’s why your mothers are so insistent on it.”

“There wasn’t ever a Christmas, daddy didn’t make us all watch it.” Kathleen added as she pulled the movie up onto the screen. Twenty minutes into the movie everyone was eating, when Link finally came into the basement.

“Where have you been?” Amelia whispered as Link sat down beside her, eating the pizza crust left on her plate.

“Around.” Link whispered back, reaching out for their son who was on his mother’s chest and allowed his girlfriend to lean into him. After the movie was over they brought their son upstairs to let him sleep in his crib.

“He’s so beautiful.” Amelia cooed as she carefully put the baby in his crib, she then turned around and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend. “Where were you all day?”

“Get some snow clothes on.” Link smirked walking out of the room. Leaving behind a confused Amelia.

“Link it’s almost midnight.” Amelia whispered as she put her boots on trying not to wake anyone up since the majority of the kids fell asleep during the movie.

“And?”

“Where are we going?” Amelia asked as her boyfriend closed the door behind her. Link responded by taking her hand and leading the way, after about ten minutes she recognized where she was. “How do you know about this?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Link smiled as the two walked into the woods. They got to two trees where an old hammock was, and where Link hung up Christmas lights around the trees.

“How’d you know about this place?” Amelia asked astonished, on the verge of tears.

“Your mom told me that you and Derek would come out here and talk, she said it was the one place you guys could feel your Dad after he died.” Link solemnly smiled taking her hand and leading her to the hammock.

“How is it I have the best boyfriend?” Amelia asked after a couple of minutes of silence as the pair laid in together.

“About that... I’ve been thinking maybe it’s not working out.”

“What?” Amelia shot up to look at her boyfriend. “Your really breaking up with me on Christmas?!”

“What? God no, of course not!” Link dug around in his pockets desperately searching by for something. “Damn it, where is it?”

“Where’s what?” The ortho surgeon then sighed in relief and passed the small box to his girlfriend. “Link-“

“Amelia Frances Shepherd, you’ve shown me nothing but love and you’ve given me the best kid ever. Before I was content with my life but you’ve shown me this life I’d never would have imagined for myself and I love it so deeply and I owe that to you. So what the hell, why don’t we get married.” Link smiled looking into his girlfriends eyes. “If you want to of course.”

“Of course I want to.” Amelia wrapped him in a hug, and l let him put the ring on her.

“It was my grandmothers ring. When my parents came to visit after Scout was born my dad gave it to me. I’ve been carrying it around ever since and I just didn’t know when to propose and then your mom suggested this, I hope it’s okay.” Link rambled.

“It’s more than okay, it’s absolutely perfect. Thank you for the best Christmas gift.”

“Merry Christmas Amelia.”

#amelia shepherd #amelink #atticus lincoln #baby amelink #greys anatomy #mama shepherd #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #kathleen shepherd #Nancy shepherd #lizzie shepherd #scout lincoln #carolyn shepherd

[jazy3]

Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 16X15

Oh boy were there a lot of twists this episode! Wowza! I really loved Meredith’s voiceover in this episode! It feels like this season they’re getting back to expressing more of what Meredith is feeling through the voiceovers. In this one she talks about her childhood in Boston and about what snow days mean to different people. How her mother hated snow days, but that she loved them and would always run outside and how everything felt magical and new. 

But that as beautiful as snow is it does eventually start to melt and then you’re standing in slush frozen and unable to feel anything at all. But that after enough time the slush disappears too as the ground begins to thaw, the days get longer, and though you could never imagine it you start to feel again and how it surprises her every time. I kind of thought they might do a voiceover like that when introducing Meredith’s new love interest and it turns out I was right!

All the scenes with Meredith and Cormac were amazing! Oh my god I love them together! They fit so well! They have so much in common! I love that they’ve become friends first before jumping into anything. I also love the set up of Meredith helping Hayes move forward. I love that Meredith has found someone she can talk to about losing Derek, moving forward, being a widow young, and raising a bunch of kids as a single parent while running a department while being a world class surgeon and doctor.

I love that her and Cormac are friends and that they both know that there’s something more there, but they’re not ready to do anything about it and that’s okay. They’re friends and they’re getting to know one another and building a relationship over time. I loved the scene in the OR when they talked about Mer almost losing her medical licence and how Cormac said that he ran away with his boys to Switzerland after his wife died. Meredith laughed and he was all confused and then she explained that she did the same thing after Derek died when she moved her kids to San Diego for a year. They have so much in common and I love that.

I also love that they established that while they share a lot of firsts Meredith’s gone through something that Cormac hasn’t yet which is dating after death. Derek’s been gone for roughly 5 years now give or take and in that time Meredith has started dating again, had flings, had relationships, kissed, slept with, had sex with, and woken up next to other men that weren’t her husband. She’s been forced to have the talk with her kids about her about dating again and dealt with everything that comes along with that.

Cormac on the other hand hasn't kissed or dated anyone since his wife died two years ago after a slow, long, and painful battle with cancer. I’m excited to see this storyline play out and I really hope that we get to see Cormac and Mer work through some of the stuff she went through with Thorpe and Riggs when she first started dating again. I also like that they’re not pushing it with this relationship. They’re building it slowly. First they butted heads. Then they started over. Then they slowly gained a mutual respect and admiration for each other. Now they’re friends and colleagues.

They’re taking it slow and I love that. We’ve never actually seen Meredith ease into something. She always jumps in head first and it always crashes and burns as a result. I’m excited to see her try something new with someone whose been through some of the things she’s been through and can understand her perspective and experience and where she’s coming from. The scene at the end in the snow was my favourite. 

I love that little smile she gave him at the end like ‘I could do something about this now, but I really shouldn’t and I don’t trust myself so I’m going to go home and deal with this later.’ Love it! I loved how Cormac slowly came to the realization about who Cristina was talking about when she referred to Dr. Evil Spawn and her Twisted Sister. Hayes is figuring it out! Not everything is as it seems. Cristina didn’t hate him or Alex and she did talk about Meredith. He just didn’t realize it at the time. I loved the scene at the end where Cormac brought it up and Mer was like ‘That’s me!’ Haha!

I loved the scene at the end with Cormac and Meredith in the snow for so many reasons. I loved how Cormac asked her what DeLuca was to her and she said that he was one of her firsts. He was the first person she said ‘I love you’ too after her husband died and she wants to help him because he’s clearly suffering. Unfortunately, she can’t because you can’t help people who won’t help themselves or that don’t want your help and she has to let Carina take it from here. He was one of her firsts on the list of things you have to deal with after the love of your life dies. But now that’s over.

I said this before and I’ll say it again DeLuca was a transition point. Thorpe was the first person Meredith slept with and woke up next to after Derek died. Nathan was her first real relationship after he passed. Nick Marsh got her to open herself up to the possibility of love again. Her relationship with DeLuca forced her to move forward. She said ‘I love you’ and the situation forced her to have conversations with her kids about her dating again. All of those things and all of those experiences brought her to where she is now.

Cormac is still at a place where he’s working on all of that and that’s okay. Because Meredith will be there as a friend to help him through it and eventually they’ll wind up together. She’s at a place now where she’s ready to move on and move forward with her life and date someone who’s in it for the long haul and who understands her experience and with whom she can build and re-build her life. She’s come a long way. I’m glad that Meredith and DeLuca are really and truly over. I’m glad that Meredith can see that now and that Carina seems to have taken the lead with trying to get him some help.

At the very least the fact that he walked out into a blizzard without gloves or mittens like an idiot means he’ll be out of commission for the foreseeable future. Which means he’ll either disappear from the show altogether and then probably show up later to say goodbye or we’ll see Jackson treating him on and off over the next several episodes and then he’ll be written off. I thought they did a really good job in this episode of portraying DeLuca’s illness and the fact that he was unwell and not thinking clearly. 

Meredith and Carina are right to be concerned and DeLuca isn’t able to see it at all. His last comment to her about Alzheimer’s was cold, cruel, inappropriate, and uncalled for. I think there’s a really great parallel there between Derek and DeLuca in that Derek used to worry all the time about Meredith getting Alzheimer’s. The difference is Derek tried to do something about it. He tried to find a cure. There’s a line from an earlier season, I don’t remember which one, where Derek is talking to one of the other characters, I think it’s Owen or maybe Richard, and he says that every time Meredith forgets her keys he panics especially when they’re in her hand or her purse.

He worries about her and actively tries to help. Derek could be a real asshole sometimes, but he loved Meredith very much and that love always underpinned everything that they did. And that’s the difference between someone who truly loves you and someone who just thinks they love you. Derek would never accuse Meredith of having Alzheimer’s or say something like that because he understood what that meant. DeLuca on the other hand is lashing out. When someone really loves you they support you and try to find ways to help. They don’t just say they love you and then use your past and your family history and your concern against you to make you leave.

The most shocking part of the episode for me was Teddy! Wow! I did not see that coming! When someone knocked on Tom’s door I expected to be Owen wanting to talk about his friendship with Teddy or an upset Amelia wanting to talk about Link and Owen. I did not expect it to be Teddy and I did not expect her to kiss him. Twist! I loved the scene when Teddy walked up to Maggie at work and said she respected her loyalty to Amelia and wasn’t asking her to betray anyone or anything or to lie but that she couldn’t shake this feeling that Amelia’s baby was Owen’s and so she asked her if she was crazy for thinking that. Maggie was very measured and said that no she wasn’t crazy.

I liked this exchange because Teddy voiced her concerns in a way Maggie could understand and then as a result Maggie was able to answer her in a way that got to the truth but didn’t involve her lying or betraying anyone’s trust. Teddy basically asked her, ‘Am I barking up the wrong tree here?’ and Maggie’s answer was, ‘No girl. You’re not. Trust your intuition. It’s right.’ In other news Bailey asked Joey to move in with them!!! Him and Tuck seem to be getting along great which is awesome! What’s not so awesome is the fact that Bailey didn’t tell Ben before she brought a whole kid home to live in their house. Kidnapping/Adopting children/babies without telling your husband seems to be this season’s theme! I liked that she showed him around the hospital and talked about all of the possibilities for his future.

The twist with the new resident actually being a patient got me! I did not see that coming! I’m glad that she did actually have some medical training though. She wasn’t going in blind. But still wow! I also did not see the thing with Richard coming. He has a tremor in his hand that may prevent him from operating. I wonder when that started. If it’s been happening for a while that might explain the way he’s been feeling, the signs of depression, the feeling of defeat, and the breakdown in his relationship with Catherine. On the other hand, all of that could have just been what it was and he’s just noticing this now which is why he’s been so depressed and defeated lately.

This poor man. He married Adele who he loved, but constantly choose his work over her. He had an affair with Ellis and had a great love in his life, but chose his career over her out of professional jealously. She eventually got Alzheimer’s and died. Then Adele got Alzheimer’s and died. Then he got together with Catherine and they got married and then she got cancer. He’s almost lost his career multiple times due to his alcoholism, being a dry drunk, and relapsing. He found out he had a daughter he never knew he had. Meredith came back into his life and he was plagued with guilt over what happened and has tried ever since to make amends. Then he gets fired by his protégé from standing up for her while his wife sat by and did nothing.

He starts over and goes to work at Pac North and works hard to turn the place around with Alex and Owen. Then he loses his niece at Maggie’s hands. Then Catherine convinces herself he’s having an affair when he’s not and then just to spite him she buys Pac North out from under him and tries forces him to go back to work under her terms. And now that he’s finally back in the OR at Grey Sloan where he belongs on his own terms he’s developed a tremor in his hand. Which means he won’t be able to operate like he used to. This man never catches a break. Richard has screwed up in a lot of ways and made a lot of mistakes, but what I like about his character most is that he’ll go to any length to fix them and he has. If Catherine can’t see that it’s her loss.

I’ll be interested to see where they go with this storyline. I mean on the one hand Richard has been threatening to retire since Season 1 y’all! On the other hand a tremor is very serious and there’s no way after operating drunk and everything he’s been through that Richard would put his patients at risk like that again. I can see this going a number of ways. They might have him do a similar thing to what Ellis or Nicole Herman did which is continue to teach and train new doctors and lecture but not operate. Or they could have him straight up retire, but I feel like if they were going to do that they would wait until the end of the series. It’s possible this might be a set up for the end of Richard’s story next season.

I hope that he tells Meredith and Maggie what’s going on as they’ll definitely want to know and support him. I think Meredith will be devastated. Bailey will be too. I’ll be interested to see if that patient/resident shows up again. Maybe next season? No wonder Levi couldn't find her the whole episode. She was impersonating a doctor! On that note I think Levi and Nico are over. Levi wants more. He wants a relationship and Nico isn’t in a place to give him that right now. Levi back tracked because he panicked and didn’t want to lose him, but I think he knows deep down that they’re over. This is the beginning of the end.

We also got some more information on Alex in this episode. At the beginning Meredith texted him asking where he was and saying that she knew he wasn’t in Iowa. Later Hayes complained to Meredith about how his supposedly great co-chief had suddenly gone MIA and couldn’t even be bothered to show up for his former patient’s family. We find out that the little girl Cormac and Meredith are operating on is the sister of one of Alex’s old patients. Then at the end of the episode Jo is at home drinking alone when she hears someone at the door. Jo and the audience are made to think it’s Alex, but it’s not it’s Link.

We find out that Jo finally called Helen, Alex’s mother. It turns out he’s not there and he never was. Which means either he lied about where he was going or he was on his way to visit his Mom and something happened. Jo because of everything she’s been through panics. She tells Link that she thinks that Alex has left her. That he felt the need to escape his life and so he lied and just took off. But as everyone else has been telling her for weeks that’s not like Alex. Alex is not the kind of person who just walks away ever. And Meredith’s not buying it either which means something is definitely wrong.

There’s a lot of ways they could go with this storyline. I’ve been wondering why they didn’t do a big send off right away and I have a theory now. I’m thinking that maybe the reason they decided to draw it out was because they had to get a bunch of other storylines in place before writing him off. You can see very clearly where Alex was supposed to fit in the current storyline and in order to write him off they’ve had to adjust all of that and then set everything up for his departure. While we’ll never know for sure what those storylines would have been if Justin Chambers had stayed for the rest of the season here’s what I think would have happened. I think they wrote Alex being in Iowa to visit his Mom initially as a plot device.

Jo stealing that baby is only shocking if Alex isn’t there. I think the original plan was for Alex to come back and for them to adopt that baby or another child together. With Pac North being shut down we would have seen Alex come back to Grey Sloan with everyone else and Co-Chief with Hayes. We would have seen him join together with the rest of the gang and rise up against Koracick and join with Meredith and Richard to help Bailey through her miscarriage. I think he also would have been there for Maggie through what happened with Sabi and Amelia with what happened with Link.

I like to think that if Justin Chambers had stayed that Alex and Cormac would have become friends. Cristina sent him and Jo and Amelia like him and see a chemistry between him and Meredith. As Co-Chiefs they would spend a lot of time together and after an initial rocky start, I think they would have become friends. I’m sad that we’ll never get to see any of this, but I respect the right of an actor to move on. As for how they’re going to write Alex off I have a few theories. Theory 1, is that he was on his way to Iowa to visit his Mom when something happened. I’m guessing they might do something similar to Derek’s death where we’ll find out that he stopped at the scene of an accident to help people and died in the process.

Typically, when that happens the authorities would contact Jo or someone would have answered her or Meredith’s calls and texts by now. They could explain this by saying he got separated from his wallet and phone i.e. it was in the car that got wrecked or they found his body a distance away from the car. Theory 2, is that he did go visit his Mom in Iowa, but stopped on the way there to visit his siblings Aaron and Amber. Last we heard Alex had to have Aaron committed presumably to a facility somewhere in Iowa and Amber was doing okay and has a least one kid.

This could explain why he didn’t pick up Richard’s phone call but sent him an emoji response, but then went radio silent. That emoji text was the last in character response any of the characters got which makes me think that whatever happened to Alex happened after that. Maybe he was on a plane or driving so he was unable to pick up the call, but was able to send a quick text back. It’s also possible that one of his siblings has or had his phone. Maybe he went to visit Amber and he was in another room so she listened to the voicemail and responded for him. He talks about what a mess Pac North is all the time so it wouldn’t be that hard to respond for him.

Or maybe he set it down and Aaron picked it up. He was really unstable the last we heard so it makes sense that if he has or had the phone that the responses would be off. Of course, none of that explains why he hasn’t called the hospital or Meredith or Jo directly using someone else’s phone which leads me to believe that someone has happened. Last episode we saw Meredith text him and the ellipses text pop up and then disappear. It was implied that Alex started to respond, but then stopped. I think they’re faking us out here. Alex would never do that.

I’m guessing that someone else has his phone. It could be that something horrible has happened to him and that Amber has his phone and is trying to find the words to tell his wife and best friend that she’s never met that he’s gone. It could be no one has his phone and that it’s sitting in a plastic bag in a hospital or morgue somewhere and that someone hit it accidentally while transporting it. There are a lot of reasons why all of this could be the case, but Alex just abandoning his life after he called Meredith every day when she did the same thing is not one of them. There’s no way.

We find out in this episode that Link has apparently been sleeping in the Attending’s Lounge and forsaking hygiene as he’s worried about Amelia. Owen is still completely in the dark. Teddy realize that Amelia’s baby might be Owen’s and that a part of him will always be in love with Amelia and Cristina for that matter so decides to go back to Tom and make out with him in his hotel room instead. Maggie’s caught in the middle, but is handling it better than she did the first time around so that’s good!

And it looks like we are finally going to find out what happened to Alex next week! Oh my god! I’m not ready! I’m not ready people. Alex Karev is one of my favourite characters of all time! Right next to Cristina Yang! I love Cristina as a character because I identify with her so much. I love Alex as a character because he’s had the best most realistic growth and character development of any character ever! One of the things I love about him is that he stopped being an ass because he realized the women in his program were lapsing him and he needed to ditch the attitude if he wanted to succeed. In real life that’s how change actually happens and I love that they showed that.

The entire promo for next week is a clip show about Alex. It shows the opening scene from the pilot with Richard and all the interns. Meredith, Alex, Cristina, Izzie, and George AKA MAGIC hanging out in the tunnels. Alex becoming Interim Chief of Surgery of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Scenes of Meredith and Alex and Cristina and Alex together. The disastrous dinner party where Penny showed up. Meredith helping Alex get ready for his trial. We see Meredith and Alex talking about being each other’s person after Cristina moved to Switzerland. Alex being there for Meredith after the attack. Alex being there for Bailey. Alex watching Jo go in for psychiatric treatment.

We hear Meredith’s phone call to Alex from Season 13, “They’re were five of us and now it’s just you and I and it can’t be just me.” The text reads ‘After 16 Seasons we’re saying goodbye to Dr. Alex Karev. See how his story ends.’ I’m not ready! The song that plays is ‘Say Something’ by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera. The lines they use for the promo are all about love and how they’re sorry they couldn’t get to someone or reach them. Oh my god. Good lord. I’m already upset. And now I have that song stuck in my head gosh darnit!

Until next time!

#grey's anatomy #Meredith Grey #cormac hayes #cormac x meredith #meredith x cormac #grayes #mcwidow #the mcwidows #16X15 #snowblind #season 16 #review #critique #recap #alex karev #jo karev #andrew deluca #carina deluca #cristina yang #atticus link lincoln #Owen Hunt #teddy altman #tom koracick #richard webber #jackson avery #miranda bailey #maggie pierce

[multifandomimagin3s]

Babies - Mortal Kombat Preference

Johnny Cage

Johnny didn’t really know how Cassie would react when she found out you were expecting a baby – his baby. He knew his daughter had always hoped that her parents would get back together, like they were when she was little, but seemed to slowly warm up to the prospect of her Dad re-marrying.

But as soon as she saw that little face, she – like everyone else who encountered the little one – were completely in love.

He may have cried a little – a lottle – when he held them for the first time, but will most likely deny that; “Nah, there was just - something in my eye.”

When it came to deciding baby names, he had his heart set on Johnny Jnr, for a boy. As for girl names, he was a lot more flexible.

Surprised you with a mini version of one of his ‘JC’ tracksuits. As nice as it was, there was no way that your kid would be wearing that…unless he dressed them (he put it on them one day when you were out, and you just didn’t have the heart to take it off.)

Spoils them immensely. As the daughter/son of a famous actor, companies jumped at the opportunity to send you free stuff – the living room was no longer habitable due to the sheer mass of freebies you’d accumulated.

Regardless of whether this is young!Johnny or older!Johnny, I can see him proudly carrying the little one in his arms, no matter who’s company he’s in, because hell yeah you guys made a cute baby!

But if anyone gets too close for his liking – whether that be the paparazzi, or someone more sinister – he’d quickly shield them away from prying eyes. He flat out refuses to divulge too much information to the press because the last thing he wants is for you to be bombarded.

Erron Black

Holy shit. Holy shit. It has literally just sunk in that he’s a Father, and he’s shook.

Can’t stop staring at their little, peaceful face. It’s clear who their parents are, even without having to take a second look – they have the perfect blend of your features mixed with his. They’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

Once they fall asleep in his arms, that’s him for the night. He’ll try not to move too much because he doesn’t want to want them up.

He’d make a solemn vow to be a good Dad. He didn’t have a good relationship with his parents and refuses to follow in their footsteps.

I think he’d be a lot more conscientious of the jobs he’d take; he must think not only of himself and you, but also of little Black-(Y/L/N). He would try not to stray too far from you both if anything should happen. If you don’t know how to defend yourself already, he’d insist that you learn – he’d probably teach you himself.

He’s not too fussed about names, providing it’s not a name he deems ‘stupid.’

He struggles to be soft – doesn’t do baby talk, since it makes him feel stupid, but he’ll have a much softer tone to his words. That paired with his accent makes your heart melt, and your baby clearly loves it too (who wouldn’t.)

The Black Dragon will never know of his child’s existence. Ever. He’ll be damned if they get dragged into that shitshow. Kano will never meet them, nor will any other member of the gang.

His guns are either kept on him, or out of reach, for obvious reasons. When they’re old enough he’ll teach them how to shoot, but until then – no touchy.

 Kabal

The world around him seems to screech to a halt , as soon as he sees that little face poking out from the blankets. It’s as if everything has come to a standstill, and there’s only you, the baby and himself in the world.

When they grab his finger in their tiny hand his heart just melts. When they coo at him, his eyes go all misty and soft and it’s adorable.

Insists that their name begin with a ‘K’ to mirror his own.

Like Erron, he’d make sure that Kano the Piss Goblin will never know that the baby exists. Whether that means he’ll have to leave the Black Dragon, potentially having to change his name as well as taking you and the baby as far away from them as possible – he’d do it in a heartbeat.

I think he’s a man who loves his Mom dearly, so of course he’d want her to see her Grandchild. She’s just as taken with them as he is and pulls you both into a congratulatory hug. She probably will knit them stuff such as baby socks, or little blankies with their name on it, which never cease to warm your heart.

He loves it when they fall asleep on his chest. There is nothing in this world that he loves more than having you tucked into his side with your little baby sprawled out across his chest, snoring away.

Even though they probably can’t grasp concepts other than food and who their parents are, he’ll watch movies with them, pointing out the good ones and the bad ones. He won’t even subject them to the Ninja Mime franchise, but just shows them the DVD cases like “These are the ones that Daddy hates, when you get older you’ll understand why…”

Pre-Burn or Post-Burn, he’d love them unconditionally. Post-Burn would be anxious that his mask and or appearance would scare them, but when they smile their gummy smile at him all that worry just dissolves.

 Hanzo Hasashi

This isn’t his first rodeo, so he’s very helpful during labour. There’s something sadly reminiscent of his previous experience which means he might need to talk a walk during, but he’s there for you.

Tries not to cry when he sees the baby – fails miserably.

Holds them to his chest, pressing soft kisses to their fuzzy head, whispering in his native tongue. You don’t really know what he’s saying but judging by the misty look in his eyes and how much love is pouring out of him, it was clearly something beautiful.

To him, this is the promise of a fresh start. He’ll not let history repeat itself and will protect both you and his child to the ends of the Earth.

Their baby clothes are mostly the typical colours – cream, mixed with shades of baby blue and or pink. However, Shirai Ryu colours will slowly mix in with this, but you don’t mind that much – the little yellow baby-grow is gorgeous.

The only people who know of the baby’s existence are yourself (obviously), Kuai, Takeda, Jacqui and Cassie – Johnny knows too but only because Cassie told him.

Tries to be the strict parent but he’s a softie at heart. Unless they do something outlandish, there is virtually no discipline in the house.

If their first word is ‘Dada’, he’ll be in awe. Grandmaster Grumpy Face has a heart but only for the select few.

 Kuai Liang

He’s composed on the outside, screaming on the inside. It’s a good thing that Hanzo happened to be around when you went into labour, otherwise he would be essentially lost.

He sits outside the waiting room with Bi-Han and Hanzo, trying to not panic at the sounds of your pain – he got sent out by the nurse because he looked ready to pass out, the poor soul.

Rushes through the door as soon as he hears the baby cry.

Holds them in his arms – he can’t stop looking at them, they’re so perfect. Bi-Han claps him on the back, congratulating his brother, as well as you. Hanzo looks over you and Kuai with a look that’s reminiscent and vaguely emotional.

Doesn’t want everyone to know about the newest addition to your family. Hanzo and Bi-Han are the first to know since they were there, but other than that there are few who know.

Has no problem with doing the late-night/early-morning feeds. As Grandmaster, he’s up early every morning, so this doesn’t change his routine much; plus, it lets you sleep more so win-win.

His cool body-temperature is calming for the little one – Cryomancy genetics and all that jazz – so more often than not, they’ll crash out in his arms. These are the some of the moments he loves dearly, their little chubby face smushed against his shoulder, sleeping peacefully.

The embodiment of the ‘Don’t speak to me or my son again’ meme. Johnny has been warned on countless occasions that if he swears around the baby or tries to share his bad influence with them, he’ll get his ass kicked.

If the babies’ first word is either a curse word, or some variation of ‘Blueberry Ice’, Johnny’s getting frostbite.

  Bi-Han

Everything needs to be in shades of blue – he put his foot down on that detail. The baby would most likely be a Cryomancer, so it’s important that they rep the Lin Kuei colours.

He’d probably be hoping for a son – ‘cause tradition and all that jazz – to carry on his legacy, but if he had a daughter he would be wrapped around her little finger.

I could see him rocking one of those baby carriers whilst simultaneously teaching. No-one questions him, since he’s the Grandmaster – plus the baby is adorable, so there’s very little confliction.

Thinks up cute snow / ice / cold related nicknames for the little one, which probably will evolve into their code-name when they get older. He still calls Kuai ‘Tundra’ when they’re not in front of their students, so that playful nature is still there under that stern façade.

Doesn’t want to shove the fact that his kid is angelic in people’s faces but – look at his angel baby. Look at them! They are perfect! Those eyes! That little button nose! But don’t touch the baby. He will cut a bitch.

“Let’s go see Uncle Kuai”

Uncle Kuai has little to no experience with babies but he’s gotta learn! He’s only ever met young Lin Kuei members when they were just exiting the toddler stage, so seeing a baby this small makes him a bit more cautious.

The sight of you with the baby makes him feel at home. And he’ll probably want another…

  Kung Lao

For all his confidence during your pregnancy, this man is basically hopeless when you go into labour. Like, he tries to be as supportive as he can be, but he’s white as a sheet and looks as if he’ll faint at any given moment.

He’s very gentle when he holds them for the first time, as if he’s scared that he’ll break them. He remembers holding Jin when he was an infant, so the experience isn’t knew to him, but knowing that the baby in his arms is his – it blows his mind.

He manages not to cry until they open their little eyes, peering up at him in wonder. Then he almost sobs.

From day one, he’s the Over-protective Parent. Upon learning about his fate in the Coliseum, he’ll maintain a watchful eye over your baby, at all times. He’s taken them to class a couple of times, which granted him a few stares but otherwise was unmentioned – they were just grateful he went…

Keeps his hat out of there reach – his worst nightmare is that they cut their little hands on the blade.

He’ll probably want his name incorporated in their’s. If it’s a boy, he’ll want to name them after him to keep with tradition, but if it’s a girl he’ll be happy with it as a middle-name.

Isn’t the biggest fan of having other people hold them; the only people to have had the go ahead, other than those within the temple, are Raiden and Cassie. He’s constantly afraid that they’ll drop the baby, and so would rather hold them and let the person fawn over them that way.

#johnny cage #kabal #erron black #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #bi-han #kung lao #mortal kombat #mk #mk x #mk 11 #mortal kombat preference

[antiquecompass]

So this is the second part in that Wen Ning/OC fic (first part here) and also for Untamed Winter Fest Day 8. (Eventually it’ll be up on Ao3, but I want to keep this one in order at least, for a little bit.)

Wen Ning wasn’t sure how to dress for a date that also included tire shopping and three of his students. Granted, he only taught gym, and only coached Aisling in archery, but still it was all a bit muddled. Not that he was complaining. At all. He was just a little out of his depth.

Okay, a lot out of it.

He still couldn’t believe last night had happened. He pressed his fingers to his lips as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He swore they still tingled from the feel of Aidan’s own against them. Mr. Tumnus, his white and orange tabby, was luckily the only other living being in the house who could judge him and the blush that just would not die down. 

He desperately wanted today to go well. 

He needed help.

“Just don’t wear all black,” Qingyang said before he could even greet her. “I mean, you like black, so you wear a lot of it, even among all that blue and white at Lan Academy. And it looks good on you, so you should, but today is special. So just don’t wear all black. Throw some color in there. A green. Hell, even a heather grey. A red. No, no, you’ll look too good. Save that for when the kiddos aren’t around.”

Wen Ning didn’t bother to hide his laughter as his sister’s indignant yell came down the line.

“For someone who had me--” Qingyang yelped and then her voice cut off. He heard a door slam shut and then his sister cursing under her breath.

“You love her dearly,” he reminded her.

“Yes,” Wen Qing said.

“And you often say she’s the best thing that ever happened to you,” he reminded her.

“After you, of course,” she corrected.

“She’s only trying to be helpful,” he said.

“She is, but she’s also trying to rile me up,” she said. Another closed door and then a start of the engine.

“Are you driving away? With her phone?”

“She has mine and she’ll catch up,” his sister said. “Stay where you are. I’m coming to you.”

“No, no, you’re in Boston,” he said. “The storm just finished an hour ago.”

“So I’ll be there in three hours,” she said. “When is he picking you up?”

“Noon,” he said.

“It’s seven. Plenty of time,” she said. He heard a loud noise and his sister sigh. “She caught up faster than I intended. I’ll still be there in three hours.”

“The hell you will,” Qingyang said. “The roads are for shit, the storm is moving east, and he needs to do this on his own.”

“But--”

“He’s a grown ass man,” Qingyang said. “Let him be a grown ass man.”

Wen Ning bit the inside of his bottom lip to hold back his laughter as he overheard the struggle. A final victorious cackle signaled that Qingyang had won.

“Definitely Facetime us the outfit choices,” she said. “And give poor Aidan some warning that she’s about to descend upon him like some overprotective fury. I think I’m able to hold her back this time, but she’s probably going to try and crash your second date.”

“Thank you,” Wen Ning said. “For everything.”

“That’s what future-sisters-in-law are for,” she said.

**********

After he’d settled on an outfit--dark green sweater, black jeans, boots that wouldn’t make him slip and fall and make a fool of himself--there had then been a long consultation on his hair. One that had brought Wei Wuxian in as well. They’d all agreed that he should leave it down, but with some strands pulled back from his face.

Gotta hit him with those puppy dog eyes.

That’s what Wei Wuxian had said, even as he went on a twenty-minute long rant about how Aidan was too nice to be human and was probably an archangel in disguise sent to judge the world. Or something. Wen Ning had stopped paying attention after Wei Wuxian and Qingyang started debating about the true forms of archangels.

He kept fidgeting with the tiny ponytail fixed at the back of his head. His hair was always either completely loose or completely up. He wasn’t used to it; he didn’t dislike it, but it was different enough, and enough of a distraction to make him forget his nerves even as Aidan arrived and started the drive into town.

His phone vibrated with a text from his sister.

Stop touching your hair!

He loved her. So much.

“Everything okay?” Aidan asked.

Wen Ning smiled and nodded. “Just my sister.”

“She’s a doctor right?” Aidan asked. “Qingyang’s girlfriend?”

“She is,” he said. “Pediatric surgeon."

"She's amazing!" Una said, the most excited he'd ever heard her. "She spoke at one of the special lectures and threatened to stick a needle in Mr. Lan-Wei's skull if he didn't stop fidgeting."

"They're really good friends," Wen Ning explained to Aidan. "They just have their own love language built on insults."

Aidan smiled at that as he turned onto the road for Mike's Automart. 

"Sounds like me and Catie," he said. "She's my eldest sister. First of all ten of us."

Wen Ning knew he was gaping and couldn't stop.

"Yes, ten," Aidan said. He glanced over at him and laughed, took one hand off the wheel and gently closed Wen Ning’s mouth.

"Told ya he was going to need a chart," Finn said. 

He was very definitely going to need a chart. Aisling's purple painted nails appeared at his side as she waved a sheet of graph paper at him.

"It's just our basic family tree. I ran out of room for cousins and in-laws, but that’s us."

Wen Ning took the paper and his eyes ran over the names. Liam Delaney married Mary Catherine Moore when they were nineteen. From there they had Caitlin, Aidan, Brian, Dermot, then twins Erin and Neve, an apparent long gap where they didn’t have any kids and then based on the birthdates Aisling provided, Una, Aisling, Finn, and Patrick, the youngest, at all of six years old.

“Okay, everybody out,” Aidan said as he took his keys out of the ignition.

“Can we get snacks?” Finn asked. 

“We’re going to lunch after this,” Aidan said.

“Yeah, but can we get snacks?” Una asked. 

“One candy bar each,” Aidan said. “And no soda,” he yelled after them as he followed the three out of the car.

Wen Ning carefully folded up Aisling’s family tree and was reaching for the door when Aidan opened it for him. 

“Hi,” he said.

“You’re very fast,” Wen Ning said. 

“Proper motivation,” Aidan said. He offered his hand up to help Wen Ning down.

“Despite my performance last night, I’m usually not that clumsy,” Wen Ning said. He took Aidan’s hand anyway.

“I know,” Aidan said. “I’ve seen you work. You’re very graceful, but you can’t blame a guy for trying to get five seconds of alone time before the Terrible Trio comes back.”

“No,” Wen Ning said. “I can’t.”

One of Aidan’s hands drifted up to his hair and softly tapped the small ponytail at the back of his head. 

“It’s a good look on you,” he said. “Different, but good.”

“Thanks,” he said, feeling that damned blush starting to come back.

“A.B., can we get the little trees?” Finn yelled from the storefront.

“You can each pick one,” Aidan yelled back.

“A.B.?” Wen Ning asked. He smiled to himself as Aidan’s other hand rested on the small of his back as they both walked towards the store, snow crunching under their feet.

“Aidan Brendan Delaney,” Aidan said. “My father’s called me A.B. for as long as I can remember, but it’s what of those family names, you know?”

Wen Ning nodded. He understood. “My granny. She calls me Qionglin sometimes. It’s the name she gave me after I started competing in archery. She wanted to boost my confidence. And while Wen Ning was a shy, awkward, stuttering mess, Wen Qionglin was a champion--would be a champion. It helped to settle my nerves, to put on that persona.”

“And which do you prefer?” Aidan asked as they lingered outside the store.

Wen Ning looked up into those kind, patient eyes and knew he could tell the truth.

“Part of me will always want that brash arrogance of Qionglin. It took me a long time, but I’m very happy--very proud--to be Wen Ning,” he said.

Aidan cupped his cheek. “If it matters at all, I definitely prefer Wen Ning.”

“It matters,” he said, almost desperate to kiss him again, but not here, in front of an entire store of people looking out at them. “It matters a lot.”

The door opened and a middle-aged man, Mike by his nametag, grinned at them, a phone to his ear.

“Aidan, something you’ve been meaning to tell your Uncle Mikey?” he asked.

“My mother’s on the phone, isn’t she?” Aidan asked.

“She wants to know if you finally pulled your head out of your ass and ‘asked that nice young man out.’” He glanced between them, a huge grin on his face. “Can I tell her it’s a yes?”

Aidan sighed and rested his forehead against Wen Ning’s own. “So, in addition to having shit hours, being responsible for the Terrible Trio, I  also have a family that doesn’t understand personal boundaries.”

Wen Ning daringly pulled back and pressed a quick kiss to Aidan’s lips before he could lose his nerve. 

“I understand,” he said. “You’ll meet my sister soon, and understand just how much I get it.”

“They’re adorable,” Mike said into the phone.

“Give me that,” Aidan said, grabbing the phone. “Uncle Mikey, he needs a replacement tire and a spare for a Subaru Outback 2014 2.5i Limited.” He held the phone against his chest and swooped in for another, soft, quick, sweet kiss. “Don’t worry about Uncle Mikey, he’s nicer and smarter than he looks.”

“Hey, I got some of your baby pictures in the back, A.B. I’ll break them out and show your boy, if you don’t watch that mouth of yours.”

Aidan patted his uncle’s cheek and then walked into the store, phone to his ear.

“Ma? What’re you doin? Come on.”

Mike gestured for him to come inside. The Trio were in front of a rack of air fresheners debating on scents. Aidan had wandered over to a shelf of cushion covers. Two of the shop assistants waved at him, while a woman over in the waiting area sat with a toy-sized poodle in her lap.

Mike brought him over to what seemed like an entire wall of tires. 

He never knew there were so many different types.

Mike patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, kiddo. I’ve got it. Why don’t you try to help save my air freshener display? Aidan's going to be stuck on that phone for at least twenty minutes, knowing my sister."

Wen Ning had never been happier in his life to be around tree-shaped car air fresheners. 

Aisling handed him her phone. “Uncle Mikey won’t break out the goods, but all the baby pictures are in the family Cloud.” She swiped through various family photos before stopping on one. “I call this the self-fulfilling prophecy.”

Little Aidan, a too-big fireman’s helmet on his head, and a stuffed dalmatian under his arm. It was absolutely precious.

“Want me to send you a copy, Coach?” Aisling asked.

“It’s too quiet over there,” Aidan said. “What are you up to?” He turned his attention back to the phone. “I’m not being suspicious, Ma. Of course, I trust them. No, I only said that once. If you’d seen what they’d done to the kitchen you’d swear they were the devil’s spawn too.I don’t know, Ma, do you have something to tell me? What? No. Ma. Don’t you dare. Please. I take it back.”

Wen Ning’s phone started blowing up with text messages from an unknown number. Containing a plethora of childhood photos. Awkward and embarrassing and sweet ones, too.

He showed the number to Aisling.

“That’s Erin’s number,” she said. “Wow. I haven’t even seen some of these. There are pre-braces pictures in here! I thought Aidan burned all of those!”

#long post #fandom: the untamed #verse: lahl #fic: river deep mountain high #wen ning #untamed winter fest #day eight

[k-renne]

THE CSPD ANNUAL SKI TRIP

SUMMARY: You’ve had your eyes on Detective Zimmerman ever since you started the job, you’d have to be blind not to notice that handsome man. To your luck, he had his eyes on you too and he had plans to go along with it. Plans which involved getting you a private room in the ski resort to have a bit of fun with you. 

WORD COUNT: 4.3K 

WARNINGS: SM*T, Flip being domineering and filthy, maybe a little mean but not too mean. Handcuffs involved, can’t say too much cause I don’t wanna be censored

TAGS: @thecurlycaptain, @oh-adam, @dreamboatdriver, @adamsnackdriver

“I know Marnie, but I don’t ski.” You told your older coworker, who had been trying to convince you to go on the annual CSPD ski trip for the last five minutes.

“Oh sweetie, that’s okay-we’re not just there to ski. It’s about having a good time, letting yourself unwind. There’s a nice resort we get rooms in, a hot tub, it’s a great chance for you to cozy up to that detective I’ve seen you eyeing since you got here.” Marnie elbowed you.

“I have not! And I can unwind just fine on my own, besides this trip is not really in my budget-”

Marnie quickly interrupts, “That’s just fine, the girls and I already chipped in a little extra to cover your share.”

You really didn’t want to go, but you couldn’t say no to Marnie’s dazzling smile, or the money she helped so generously gather for you. “Oh alright then, I’ll go.” You sigh.

“It’ll be fun! You’ll just have to trust me.”

And that’s how you somehow ended up in the back of Jimmy’s car, squished right between Ron and the detective you’ve been crushing on ever since you got to Colorado Springs, Flip Zimmerman. While Ron had scooted over to give you the slightest bit of space, Flip’s thigh was pressed right up against yours, and it wasn’t going to budge.

To your surprise, he had been the one to offer you to ride with them, so nonchalantly that you didn’t realize what he was asking the first time. “I said you can ride with us if you’d like, leave your car at the station. It might be tight but it would save you the effort,” Flip shrugged.

You nodded and much to your protest he helped you with your bags, hand clasping down on your back and patting it lightly.

“She said yes?” Jimmy whispered to Flip.

“Yeah, and don’t smile like that. I’m trying to play it chill.” Flip whispered back.

“If you keep playing it as cool as you have, she’s gonna think you have something against her,” Ron teases Flip.

You tried not to listen to the boys as they all whispered, Sargent Trapp standing besides you and shaking his head. “Detectives,” He muttered under his breath.

Okay, so maybe it was a little suspicious that you had ended up in a car surrounded by only men. But Marnie had told you she didn’t have enough room, you were shouldering yourself to drive alone until Flip offered. It was very good timing, but you weren’t thinking about that. You were too lost in those brown eyes of his, so taken aback by his rich voice that you just nodded and went along with it all.

Your head felt all fuzzy being sandwiched next to Flip, the smell of cigarettes and cologne taunting you for the past half hour or so. You were still clutching onto the handle of your purse, nerves refusing to settle.

“Sorry sweetheart, just getting a little stuffy s’all.” Flip apologized as his arm brushed against yours, maneuvering to take of his coat.

Sweetheart...you were familiar with that term. A lot of men would use it to be condescending to you, but coming from him there was something genuine to it. Something sweet, almost like he was interested. No, you couldn’t believe it.

Meanwhile Ron was trying and failing to stifle his laughter, prompting Flip to glare at him. You eyed the two men suspiciously, about to ask a question when Jimmy spoke, “So, what’s it like working the front desk?” He asked, saving Flip’s ass by distracting you.

“It depends on the shift, sometimes it’s slow, sometimes you meet some real...interesting people.” Flip laughs at your answer.

“Oh I bet.” Sargent Trapp chimes in.

“That’s one way to put it.” Ron laughs.

“I know just who you’re talking about, I remember that one guy who was giving you a hard time. Probably on somethin’ too, just trying to get your number. And you gave him the number of the pizza joint across the street.” Flip turns to you as he speaks, a grin at the memory.

You’re taken aback, that he remembers all that and that he was there and you didn’t notice, that he was watching you. Sargent Trapp and Jimmy shared a knowing look that you didn’t catch, because Flip had told them this story a few times and others that he had gleaned from seeing you deal with folks at the front desk while he went to “get coffee”.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good trick. You just gotta hope you never see them again.” You say.

“Poor Y/N, it’s not your fault you have the prettiest face in the station.” Ron winked at you, with mock sympathy in his tone.

You heard Flip make a strange noise next to you, looking away and rolling down the window as he fumbled for a smoke. Ron was a friend sure, but something about hearing him talk about you like that made him feel jealous. Especially of the smile you gave Ron. But he sure was right, you were the prettiest thing in the station, and like any man working there he noticed.

“Hey, I’ve told you this before, she’s off limits. Don’t need any of my boys constantly making love eyes with the front desk while they gotta be working.” Trapp turns back to reply to Ron. “Just cause you’re detectives the rules still apply.”

His words put you on the spot and you try to turn your gaze to anything but his, of course you end up meeting Flip’s eyes, the fire of his lighter making his eyes glow as he looks back at you. He doesn’t say anything, taking a breath his cigarette and turning to let the smoke go out through the window. Something about seeing him smoke made you feel warm inside, the smell of it wrapping around you, mixed with his own spicy musk.

“See-Zimmerman! You’re doing it already!” Trapp shakes his head.

Flip raises his brow, still looking at you. “I’m not doing anything, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As Trapp scoffs, Flip winks at you, Jimmy snickering in the front seat as you quickly avert your eyes.

You let out a huff, this was going to be a very long trip.

It was much more obvious now that you got to the resort, just exactly what Flip was trying to pull. He was carrying your bags back into the room, insisting on doing so even when there was a perfectly good luggage cart there to assist you with your things and you could’ve managed on your own. He makes himself comfortable by laying across your bed. “Lucky you get a room all to yourself,” He rested his head on his arms crossed behind him. “A nice big bed too.” He said huskily, eyes half lidded as he looked at you.

Flip was coming on to you so strongly, it had your lips parted in surprise. You had never had a man make you feel this flustered, never enjoyed someone’s flirting this much. It had you avoiding his eyes and trying to look at anything else, of course, Flip wasn’t having any of that. In a few strides he was looming over you, “Can’t have you staring at the floor, how else am I supposed to make “love eyes” to the front desk,” Flip jested, his hand moving to tilt your chin up. “Shit baby,” His eyes softened as he looked at you, an sweet innocent expression on your face. Flip licked his lips and exhaled, his chest heaving as his thumb gently ran over your jaw.

“Flip-” You said softly.

“Yeah?”

“I have a confession to make.”

Flip nodded, hanging on to every word.

“I can’t ski.” You admitted.

“Oh...oh! I can teach you, I’ll teach you.” Flip assures.

“I don’t know if I really want to…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Let’s get you suited up and I’ll show you the ropes.” He puts his hand on your shoulder.

You couldn’t say no to him, not when he was looking at you like that. Fuck, you were about to make a fool of yourself in front of Flip Zimmerman.

An hour later you were on the snow, barely able to stand without Flip supporting you with his hands. “Just move the skis like this,” He said gently, leaning down to speak against your ear. Your heart was beating so fast that you lost your balance, cursing as you began to slip, only to fall back into Flip’s arms. “Woah, you’re alright I got you. Just relax baby.” Flip soothed you, his hand firmly gripping your hip.

“Ooooh, are you having fun?” Marnie skied down besides the two of you, eyeing you and Flip with a knowing look.

“No.” You replied quickly.

“Yes.” Flip answered at the same time.

“Well at least one of you is having a good time,” Marnie smiled at the two of you. “Good luck Flip, you have your work cut out for you.”

“I’m honestly surprised I haven’t fallen on my ass yet.” But apparently that was too good to be true, because a few minutes later you did just that.

You made it down the hill a few times with Flip’s help, almost crashing into him one time as you didn’t quite understand how to stop yourself just yet. But, with how many bruises you had by now you were done for the day. “Flip, just go ski with your friends I need to rest.”

He protests, wanting to spend more time with you and determined to get you to enjoy skiing but Ron and Jimmy quickly pull him away, leaving you to finally take off your cursed skis.

You were left alone to your own devices for a while before Flip came around knocking again, a different flannel on this time and a bottle of beer in one hand. “Hey, shit you look cute,” He eyed you up and down, a grin on his face as he looked at your pyjamas.

“Oh uh hi Flip, what is it?”

“Don’t know why you’re up here by yourself, come on down stairs to the hot tub we’re having drinks.”

Your eyes lit up at his invitation, “Alright, just let me put on my bikini.”

Flip smirked, “Yeah, I’ll just let you do that.”

You heard laughter as you followed Flip down to the hot tub, Ron telling a funny story about some racist he arrested. You were met with greedy eyes once you took off your clothes covering your bikini, Trapp shaking his eyes at how easily the men were swayed. With all eyes on you, you felt shy. Jimmy the only one smart enough to offer you a drink.

Of course, Flip made his claim known as he sat in the hot tub right next to you, casually resting his arm over your shoulder as he lit up a cigarette. He sat without his shirt off in his boxers, the water line meeting a patch of his dark chest hair.

“This is the life,” Ron exhaled, relaxing back into the hot tub,

“Yes it fucking is,” Flip agreed, clinking his glass with Ron’s.

Eventually the party dies down, leaving you and Flip to linger around the warmth of the fire place in the late hours of the night, his arm still around your shoulder keeping you close to him. He has his flannel on now but he leaves it unbuttoned, still in his boxers as he dries by the fire. “You know, I’ve seen you look at me. Fuck, there was no way I could miss those eyes,” Flip looks at you, heat in his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, feeling guilty at his words.

“No baby, you don’t get it. Don’t apologize to me, I’m as guilty as anyone with how much I’ve checked out your tits and ass.” Flip hums, his hand resting on your thigh. Being tipsy only made him all the more bold.

“Flip,” Your eyes widened.

“Fuck I love when you say my name,” He squeezed your thigh. He runs his hand through his hair and looks away for a moment, thinking about something.

 “Look, if I’ve been coming on too strong, you let me know. I-I’ll leave you alone. I shouldn’t even be acting like this without asking, I thought maybe you liked me too and-” You cut Flip off by kissing him.

He groans against your soft lips, grabbing the back of your head and kissing you back hard, his mustache pressing against your upper lip. His hand curls in your hair as he pulls you closer, leaning against his chest as his hand rubs up and down your back. “When I saw you in that bikini, I didn’t want to let you leave the room, didn’t want the other detectives to see how fucking sexy you are.” He rasps, a hand reaching up to grab your breast.

“Speaking of, we should probably go back there. For come privacy,” you cleared your throat, looking up at Flip.

“Of fucking course baby,” Flip pulls you up with him to stand, smacking your ass before you put on your pants.

“Ow! Flip I’m still sore.”

Flip laughs, remembering the falls. “Oh right, I’ll just be gentle then.” He says, gently rubbing your ass in his big hand. “But, I gotta know sweetheart just how rough you can take it. Because I like to have my fun.”

“I-I like it, I mean I like the idea of it. I haven’t done all too much.” You confess, cheeks feeling hot and voice weak.

Flip’s eyes light up at that, a big wolfish grin splitting his face. “Alright, I’ll start off nice and sweet with you then. How about we go upstairs, and I massage your poor, aching, little muscles.” He purrs, cornering you like a predator. Flip flicks his tongue at you, licking his mustache and laughing as you squirm.

He walks you by the waist to your room, pressing himself right behind you as you unlock your door, leaning down to softly bite your neck. “Go on now, lay on the bed.” Flip instructs, lightly slapping your ass again.

You lay on your stomach, taking off your sweater and pants and leaving yourself in your bikini. Flip hums in approval, opening up some lotion and smoothing it between his hands as he sets himself on his prime target. He tsked as he saw the bruises, “Shame really, these could’ve been in the shape of my hand.”

You let out a squeak as Flip softly grabs your ass, massaging the tender muscle under your bikini bottom. “That’s a cute little noise,” Flip grins, hands sliding in between your thighs. His hands are large and rough, squeezing your inner thighs ever so purposefully to make you wet for him.

And it’s working, even though he’s not touching where you want him to, the way he’s touching you with the rough pads of his fingertips against your soft skin, rubbing and squeezing, molding your flesh to his whim. You let out a little cry and Flip slaps your inner thigh, “Fuck baby you’re acting like a guy’s never touched you here before.”

“They haven’t really.”

Flip inhales sharply, cursing under his breath, arousal swelling within him. “Fucking missed out, these thighs would just be perfect to slide my dick between.” Flip grunts, hand reaching to rub you over your bikini.

You tilt your hips against his touch, “No, no that’s not how it works baby. You let me just take care of everything, but you gotta stay still for me.”

“I’ll try.”

“Hmm, if you think it’s gonna be that hard for you then I have a solution. I don’t think just trying will work sweetheart.” Flip teases you, his hand rubbing your back.

“Okay, what can I do?” You ask innocently. You didn’t know how this game worked, sex was pretty basic. A guy fucked you, and you pretended to cum. It wasn’t all that enjoyable, but this time was different. Flip seemed determined for you to enjoy it, even though if he just wanted to use your pussy to cum you’d let him, and make yourself orgasm once he left. You had never met a guy like Flip Zimmerman, and you were curious just what tricks he had up his sleeve.

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Flip shakes his head, his boxers feeling tighter. “Too sweet in fact.” He says, as he turns you over to look at him. “When’s the last time a guy has made you cum?” Flip asks.

You’re confused at his question, pouting as you start to feel embarrassed. “Never-but that’s-”

“Unacceptable in my book,” Flip growled, caging you in as he looks down at you. His hand cups your face and he presses a kiss against your forehead, “Baby, I want you to listen to me, but not because you want me to feel good. I know what’s best for your pussy, and I’m gonna make you cum. But you gotta listen.” Metal rattles as Flip pulls out some cuffs from his flannel pocket, tilting his head at you.

You nod, and reach up your hands for him. “Just let me know if its too tight,” He puts on the cuffs, using the headboard to keep your arms up over your head. He lightly kisses the inside of your wrists before cuffing you in place.

“Now you just stay still, or I’ll tie down your legs too. Think of it as a fun little challenge.” Flip smirks, rubbing his thumb against his goatee.

His fingers deftly untie your bikini top, eyes glimmering as he brings it down to expose your tits. His hand runs up along your stomach, grabbing your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to your skin. He presses his tongue flat against your hardening nipple, bringing it against his lips and giving it a hard suckle, all the while he looks at you through half lidded eyes. The sound of lips against skin fills your ears as Flip kisses and sucks on your breasts, his free hand circling a thumb around your nipple as he wedges a thigh between your legs.

“Can’t keep these legs closed, makes me think you don’t want me to give your pussy any attention and we can’t have that now can we?” Flip wedges his knee higher, rubbing it against your cunt. He continues to lavish your tits, taking his time as he massages them in his hands. Getting hot he shrugs off his flannel, leaning down to press his chest against yours and kiss you, rocking against your hips as he lays in between your thighs.

You’re already so turned on, more so than you’ve ever been and you haven’t even really got to the actual sex part. You love the feeling of Flip’s weight against you, the scratch of his chest hairs against your skin, his hands groping and grabbing at your sides as nestles his face against your tits.

“Mmm I knew you’d be a good girl for me, and good girls get their pussy eaten out.” Flip lifts his head to praise you, crawling down on the bed between your legs. He places a gentle kiss on your inner thigh, before giving it a quick loving nip.

“Flip! You don’t have to do that,” You squirm, trying to close your legs.

“Oh, putting up a little fight are we? Deciding to be a brat when I’ve been, so generous.” Flip shakes his head. “That’s not very nice sweetheart.” Flip says warningly.

“I’m sorry, please I just don’t want you to feel obligated if you don’t want to,” You plead.

Flip’s eyes soften, and he sighs. “But I do want to, is that so hard to believe?”

You don’t know what to say at that, “Good, I’ve got you quiet.” He says. “Don’t test me again baby, I won’t go as easy on you.” He pinches your thigh in warning. He still had a lot to teach you, so he’d give you leeway this time, but even this display of generosity was rare for Flip. Maybe he was just in a giving mood, or aching to eat some pussy. He’d have you sit on his face if he thought you were ready for that, another day perhaps.

He noses your hip as he unties the strings of your bikini, flicking his tongue at you again once he peels back the fabric to reveal your wetness. He dives in without hesitation, dipping his tongue in your heat to gather your slick. He grunts at your taste, pressing his tongue deeper and gliding it against your walls, kissing your entrance as he parts your labia with his fingers.

He seem to know exactly how to touch you, more than any man had ever tried. He found your clit easily, kissing it as he slid a finger inside you, rough fingertips massaging your velvety walls. You rolled your hips, and he growled, quickly backing away from you.

“That’s fucking it, I told you to stay still.” Flip pins your hips easily with one hand, while the other fishes out his hard cock from his boxers. “Now you’re going to have to wait, wait till I paint these pretty thighs with my cum before I touch you again. Unless you beg prettily enough for me.” He snarls, squeezing his cock and jerking himself off before you.

Your chest heaves as you look at the size of him, his dick flushed beautifully pink, a bead of precum on the head. That sight alone makes you want to beg, because you want and need more from this man, you need all that he can give. “Oh Flip-I’m sorry I was greedy, please!”

Flip jerks himself faster, “Keep going, I need to hear more from those pretty lips greedy girl.”

“I’ve just, no one has ever done that before and it felt so good ah!” You’re cut off as Flip lifts up your thighs and hooks them over his shoulders. With your innocent little pleas it’s so hard for him not to give you exactly what you want/

“It felt good huh? Didn’t I say I know what’s best for your pussy, this pretty tight little thing.” He rubs over your entrance in emphasis, giving it a light little smack before he presses the head of his cock against you. “But, you are greedy, you need this don’t you?”

“Yes, ah-I need it!”

“Say it, tell me exactly just what you need rookie.” Flip demands, voice authoritative.  

“I need your cock, I need you to fuck me.” You plead.

With that Flip lines himself up and slides inside you, grunting as your tight cunt surrounds him. “Fuck, such a greedy little pussy squeezing my dick.” Flip growls, huffing before he begins to move.

He starts bouncing you on his cock, hips making your body move with each hard thrust. His pace is steady, controlled. It’s rough in its nature, but it feels smooth enough in the moment to feel good.

Flip grunts with effort and pleasure as your walls squeeze his dick, sweat forming on his brow as his hair falls in front of his eyes. “Mmm that’s it baby, relax for me, take it deeper, take it!” He groans as he gets another inch in, now almost balls deep inside you.

He’s got your thighs pressed back spread against your body, his chest pressed against your legs as he loops them in his arms, fucking you deeper in a mating press. “Fuck ah, yes baby. Pussy feels so fucking good, mmph.” Flip grunts out, his hand squeezing the top of your thigh in his grasp.

The little moans you make are music to his ears, and he lets you squirm in the handcuffs as you ache to touch him. He just lets out a throaty laugh at your struggle, making you cry out as he snaps his hips harder.

“Let your little pussy gush around my dick, come on baby cum for me I know you’re close,” Flip encourages you, lending a helping hand as he circles your clit. Your muscles tense as you moan out his name, cumming just how he asked, truly gushing in a way you never have before.

“Shit-fuck, I’m sorry Flip,” You feel embarrassed, turning your face to try and hide.

Flip pulls out and begins to stroke himself, gathering some of your mess to slick up his cock, “That’s perfectly alright baby, I think it’s fucking hot to see your pretty pussy squirt for me. Hot enough I’m gonna fucking-cum, shit!” Flip curses as he cums, right on to your thigh. He shudders as he continues to stroke himself, hot cum continuing to spurt on to your skin.

His eyes grow soft, loving almost as he looks down at you still in handcuffs. “You really are a good girl,” He muses, sweaty hand coming to hold the side of your face for you to look at him. “Hmm, I’m glad I asked Marnie to make you come on this trip. Would’ve missed out on a hell of a lot of fun otherwise.”

“Flip! You asked Marnie!”

“Yup, even pitched in for the room.” He says proudly. You’d hit him if you weren’t handcuffed, and your squirming only makes him laugh.

“Let me go detective!”

“Oooh I like when you get fiesty rookie,” Flip teases you, undoing the cuffs. “Now let me see these wrists.” He inspects the carefully, rubbing and kissing over the red marks. “At home I got some special ones for you, they have something soft so they won’t hurt you.”

“You’d want to do this again?” You ask, because you have to ask. You need to know.

Flip looks at you incredulously, “Yes, I do. Fuck Trapp’s rules, they’re a bunch of bullshit.”

He settles down on your side, pulling the blanket up over the two of you. “If I wanna make love eyes at my girl, I’m not letting him stop me.” He shook his head. And Flip Zimmerman was a man of his word, in that you were his girl and he was gonna look at you any way he felt at the station. Trapp would have a fit if he saw how Flip looked at you at home.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #filth

[lilacmoon83]

A Darker Curse

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Chapter 20: Morning Musings

As Snow started to rouse that morning, she became almost fearful of opening her eyes. The pair of arms around her, the warm body pressed against her back, and the scent of the man she loved was finally a dream once again realized. That's what made her fearful. She almost felt like if she opened her eyes that he would disappear and be lost to her again as he was for twenty long years. Always the risk taker, though, she finally did open her eyes and turned her head to gaze into her husband's beautiful blue eyes.

"It wasn't just a dream," she said with a smile. He smiled back.

"It wasn't...I was afraid that it was going to be too good to be true," he agreed, as their lips met tenderly. He gently caressed her cheek, as their lips parted and gazed deeply into her eyes.

"I love you…" he said.

"I love you too," she said.

"Are you ready for your first day as Deputy Mayor?" he asked. She smiled.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she mentioned.

"You're going to be amazing," he said. There was no doubt in his mind at all.

"Thank you, my love...I suppose I should get ready for the day," she mentioned.

"Want help?" he asked in a sultry tone and she grinned.

"I thought you'd never ask," she purred, as they got up and she giggled, as he chased her into the bathroom.

~*~

Sometime later, they came out from behind the curtain, dressed and ready for the day. Their arms and hands weren't far from each other, as they just couldn't seem to keep their hands to themselves, but this was really nothing new for them. They had never been discrete and passion had always been so very prevalent between them. She had wondered if it would fade between them, as it often did for other couples, but no such detractor seemed to have befallen them. They were still like newlyweds and she had a feeling they always would be.

The sight on the couch though was a bit surprising for them and heartwarming. Neal was sleeping there with baby David asleep on his chest.

"Guess he's really serious about being a part of his life," David whispered quietly. She hummed.

"I...I just hope he doesn't hurt Emma again," he mentioned and she looked up fondly at him.

"He made mistakes...but I don't think he'll let either of them go again. He's stopped running away from his father and that's a good sign," she said. He nodded.

"But we'll both be there for her, no matter what. I don't think anyone would dare hurt her again, especially with her daddy ready to skewer them alive if they did," she said, as she caressed his face fondly. He smirked.

"Damn right I will," he agreed, as he kissed her cheek, just as Neal began to rouse. He instantly looked half embarrassed and half scared to death, as he saw them standing there.

"Oh...it was late when we got home and Emma said I could crash on the couch," he said quickly and Snow put her hands up.

"It's okay Neal...you're baby David's father and you're welcome here always," she assured, as their grandson began to wake up.

"I heard him whimpering during the night and got up with him so Emma could sleep," he said.

"That was very nice of you," she said. She was a bit worried though and put her hand to the little boy's forehead.

"He's been sleeping through the night mostly, except the last few nights. He's seemed restless...I hope he's not coming down with anything," she fretted.

"I thought about that...but he doesn't seem sick. He kind of seems pretty perceptive though. Maybe it's all the stuff going on. Cora is pretty pissed," he said worriedly. She nodded.

"That's what I'm afraid of, but we're not going to let her hurt this family," Snow assured and he felt humbled in being included in that.

"Nana…" he whined, as she picked him up.

"Oh...it's okay sweetie…" she said, as both she and David kissed his head.

"Why don't we change him and then all go to Granny's for breakfast?" he suggested.

"I won't say no to that," Emma said, as she and August trudged down the stairs.

"Me either," Neal agreed.

"Yeah...I mean we don't want to miss all the commotion my article is about to cause," August reminded.

"That's right...a lot of heads are going to explode," Emma said. David smirked.

"Well...we can't miss that," he agreed, as they got ready to go.

"We better make a stop at your father's shop on the way though," Snow told Neal, as they looked at the sapling.

"Are you sure giving it to my Dad is the best idea?" Neal asked.

"I mean, I love him...but if that thing has magic, there's no telling what he'll do with it," he added.

"We can't risk keeping it here though. Cora probably has keys to every place in this town if I know her and she absolutely cannot get her hands on it. At least we know your father has ways to keep her out of things he doesn't want her in," Snow reasoned. David nodded.

"She's right and so far...we're on the same side as him. We all have a vested interest in seeing Cora go down," he said.

"He's right...besides, according to the book, your father's only done all that he's done to find you," August reminded. Neal sighed.

"That doesn't make it okay," he refuted.

"No...it just makes him a parent. Trust me...we get it now," Snow said, as she looked at her husband. Neal shook his head.

"You two are way too forgiving...but I appreciate it. For both of us, because I know I screwed up too. I just hope he appreciates it as much as me," he replied.

"Time will tell, I suppose," Snow said, as they headed out for the day.

~*~

Kathryn stared at the official document with disbelief and defeat. It was done once she signed the line underneath where David had signed. Of course, she could refuse to sign and drag the divorce out for a while. But she knew that David's lawyer would just petition a Judge to order her to sign the papers and he would win. His lawyer was the illustrious Mr. Gold and even if she was foolish enough to hire the best lawyer she could find with her father's well of endless funds, she knew Mr. Gold would rip her apart in any kind of court battle.

He would dredge up everything in her and her father's past, including another contract that would spell a lot of trouble if it came to light for her father. Then he would also bring up her verbal and even physical abuse of her own husband. Even with the stigma that existed when it came to the possibility of a woman abusing a man that was physically bigger and stronger, she would lose. Too many people knew about the years of her abusing her husband. Half of them had condoned it, the ones in her father's circle. To them, David was a second class citizen and belonged to her, making him hers to do with what she pleased. That was how the upper class in her father's circle thought and she was the same as them. Then there was the other half that had silently stood in the background and allowed the abuse, too afraid to step in to help him. She had seen it plenty at the diner. The looks of pity in their eyes had humiliated David on a regular basis and only made him more ripe for her picking.

But everything had changed now. It seemed like it happened with a blink of an eye. Mary Margaret Swan and her two spawn had waltzed into town just mere months ago and had utterly destroyed her life in a sequence of events that none of them had seen coming.

Somehow, David had gone from a man she could order around with a mere look to a man with a backbone that refused her every whim. She had once commanded his every move and held him in her iron fist. He was hers, bought and paid for. He performed his husbandly duties to her, including the warming of her bed, and stood on her arm dutifully at every social event like the perfect, pretty little trophy husband he was. Until her.

Having another woman steal away what was hers and him practically sprinting into her arms was humiliating enough. But the woman he had divorced her for was twenty-years his senior, though an argument could be made that Mary Margaret Swan had seemed to age like fine wine. Most women could only hope to look as good as she did at forty-eight, as she easily looked ten years younger than that.

The utter humiliation that woman had put her through made her blood boil. Sometimes. That was another odd thing that she had been experiencing lately. At first, David's defiance had enraged her, but lately, she felt much of her anger giving away to indifference. She even had notions of regret lately, which was horrifying at first. But there was a nagging voice inside her now, telling her that she was the abuser and her misery was well deserved. She had no idea where such notions had come from though. It wasn't at all like her to think such things. She was one of the town's most powerful women, after all. Or at least she was. With Regina in power now...she had a feeling that her days in any kind of powerful position were as numbered as Cora's.

"So he did it…" Cora said coolly, as Kathryn looked up at her. The older woman wanted to sneer, as the look on the blonde's face was infuriating. She had gone from the cold, unfeeling tyrant that Cora had molded in her image to this simpering mess of a woman. That wouldn't do for her at all for what was to come and what had to be done.

"Even if I fight it now...there's no use. A Judge will just order me to sign," she said pathetically.

"Or maybe not," Cora replied.

"What do you mean?" Kathryn asked.

"I mean that your family's secrets are already out, thanks to Mary Margaret Swan's bastard son," Cora spat, as she showed her a copy of that day's edition of the Storybrooke Mirror. Kathryn looked at the headline and felt the indifference in her ebb away, only to be replaced with that familiar and powerful anger that had made her the feared woman she was.

"How dare they…" she growled.

"Yes...he painted quite a picture. Your poor father is probably beside himself right about now. Everyone knows for sure now that Albert Spencer sold his step-son for a hefty sum and that your marriage is nothing more than a master/slave business transaction. You're the town pariah now," Cora goaded, trying to stoke the seeds of anger and cruelty that she had planted inside the kind Princess Abigail with her perfect curse. Kathryn clenched her perfect teeth in anger and read the words that wrote her as an abusive, controlling wife and her husband as some kind of strong, championed hero that had survived insurmountable adversity.

"Damn him...damn her…" Kathryn growled.

"Yes...she did this. Trust me when I say that Mary Margaret Swan is the reason for all of this," Cora prodded. Kathryn gave into the rage inside her, like a light was flipped, and shredded the newspaper to pieces in her hands with a scream of fury. Cora smirked.

"Good...then you're ready to stop crying and licking your wounds?" she said.

"I'm...ready…" Kathryn hissed and Cora gave her a pleased smirk.

"Good...because for what we have to do...I cannot afford anyone to get a weak stomach now," she warned.

"I want...blood. Their blood," Kathryn said, Cora was thrilled at that, as it seemed August Swan had unknowingly put Kathryn perfectly back under the evils of her spell. And she knew that's what it was. Abigail would be horrified by the things she had done and was probably about to do if the curse was ever broken. But if Cora succeeded, then the curse would never break and Kathryn would remain as her right hand. She needed one too, since she could never count on Regina to be what she wanted. So molding the noble blooded Kathryn into her image would have to do as a surrogate for her own daughter.

"Good...and you'll have it if you stick with me. You may be the pariah, but that can still work to our advantage," she said.

"How?" Kathryn asked.

"They'll be at the diner soon. Why don't you take those papers and cause a scene. It will bode well for the storm that's coming," Cora replied cryptically. Kathryn smirked. Oh yes...she'd go tell her husband exactly what she thought of these papers and the little trollop he was sleeping with.

~*~

The shop bell rang, as Snow and David entered the shop that morning, while the rest of their family had gone onto the diner.

"When I told you both to bring the sapling here right away, I wasn't kidding," he said.

"Sorry...we got a bit distracted last night," David said, with a smirk that told the whole story.

"Clearly…" he deadpanned, as Snow sat the sapling on the counter.

"Have...have you seen Bae...Neal? I went by the Inn last night, but he wasn't in his room," Rumple inquired.

"He crashed on our couch last night. I think he wanted to be close to little David," Snow answered.

"Understandable," he said, as he looked at the sapling.

"Remarkable…" he muttered.

"Yeah...so how do you propose we keep this safe from Cora. I mean, if we know her like I think...she probably has keys to every place in this town," David mentioned.

"You're right to assume the worst of her. Fortunately, I have a place where she will not find it," Rumple responded.

"And you're not going to tell us where," Snow deduced.

"If she goes for broke and threatens someone either of you love to get to it...I think we all know that you would cave too easily," Rumple said.

"Even if she could destroy the sapling, she can't destroy our love. We wouldn't risk the life of someone we love for it," David replied. Rumple nodded.

"You do have a point, considering you both are the source. However, it's still too risky since it's magic and thus unpredictable in a world without," he said.

"Then why did you have me hide a potion that you made from us in Maleficent?" David questioned.

"That's my business," Rumple answered.

"And ours too. In case you've forgotten, we now share a grandson with you. And your son clearly still has feelings for our daughter and Emma may act like she's over Neal, but I assure you it's just that. An act," Snow said.

"She's right. We're the leaders of this family and in this family, we do things together," Charming added.

"I usually work alone," Rumple said.

"And working with us will get you into Neal's good graces," Snow reminded.

"Oh hell…" he cursed inwardly.

"All right...if you must know, originally I hid it away so it would come over with the curse and I could use it to bring magic to Storybrooke. I was going to need it to find Bae...but obviously things have changed on that front," Rumple stated.

"If Cora had magic, we'd all be in serious danger," David said.

"Which is why she can't get the potion or the sapling," Rumple agreed.

"That's what I don't get. Why did she bring your son here? That actually helped you," David said.

"He got free that night and he wasn't supposed to," Snow reminded.

"You weren't awake yet for that part," she added.

"She's right. Cora planned to keep him captive to use against me and if she thinks she can use our children against us in the future...she'll do it," he said.

"Then we can't let her. We have to present a united front," Snow said.

"Which means no more working alone," David added.

"Fine...but you two better be ready for the fight and that means no mercy. You two have a track record of being too forgiving," Rumple warned. Snow sighed.

"Though I will never think mercy is wrong...that was us in the past," she said, as she looked at her husband.

"After what Cora has done to us...we won't stop until she's gone and can never hurt anyone again," David agreed.

"Good...I hope that's true," he said. They nodded and joined hands, as they left for the diner. Rumple remained behind and walked into the back room of his shop. He looked at the magical looking glass and smirked.

"That should do," he said, as he proceeded to come up with the perfect hiding spot.

~*~

Finally. It was finally happening. When he received the call, he could hardly believe it was true. It had happened very fast yesterday when Captain Selvig of one of Portland's precincts had spoken with a Cora Mills, Mayor of a very small town by the name of Storybrooke, Maine. He had found it a bit strange that she had placed a call about an old larceny case involving a man named Neal Cassidy. He was wanted in Phoenix as well, but she had chosen to call them, which would allow them to prosecute the case if they were first to bring him in. It got even stranger though after that. The woman claimed that they were so small that she had taken the liberty of mailing a special map to their precinct to show them how to find the town. And sure enough, just an hour after the call, the map had shown up in the mail. Like magic or something.

If all of that wasn't peculiar enough, his precinct's boss received a special assignment from his superior and sent off on the new assignment. A temporary Captain was brought in at this point, which was why he was now in Maine.

Greg Mendel wasn't new to Maine and he had tragedy in his past. A tragedy that had set him on his life's path to find those responsible and make them pay. He still didn't know exactly what had truly happened that night. Only that some dark force had ripped through the forest that night and killed his father. He could still hear his father's screams that night, as they slept in the woods and some mystical happening had ripped him away.

He had watched in complete disbelief as a town sprawled up from the forest out of no where and as quickly as it appeared before him, it had disappeared. But the damage was done and he found his father's body a couple miles away from their campsite, his eyes frozen open in death.

He had run through the woods, his tears blinding him, as he cried for help. He wasn't even sure how long he had wandered along the side of the road until a passerby had stopped and taken him to the police. He had ended up in Augusta and told his wild story about a dark purple cloud carrying his father away and a town that appeared and disappeared before him.

He could tell immediately that the cops chalked his story up to a boy's wild imagination and that his father's death had obviously been caused by some realistic, but possibly nefarious occurrence.

It was two days later when a patrol car took him back to the vicinity and he was able to lead them to his father's body. By then, animals had found the body and there was not much left, to his sorrow and horror.

Despite all that, the detectives had assured him that there was not, nor had ever been, any town sprouting up in that vicinity. But Greg had never been convinced of that. He may have been young, but he knew what he had seen.

The medical examiner was limited in his findings after the autopsy due to the exposure the body of his father had suffered and the wildlife that had eaten parts of the deceased.

While inconclusive, the medical examiner ruled his father's death as accidental. He had found a broken bones, likely from impact with the ground, and a few burns on the skin still in tact. Apparently, the national weather service had picked up signs of an electrical type storm that night in the vicinity that included high winds. Therefore, the death was ruled accidental due to this "storm". But Greg had never and would never be convinced that what had happened that night was an electrical storm. He had been searching for answers his whole life and found people that believed his story. They had told him about the strange things that happened in this world and found that they had connections throughout the country that could get them into various fields, including, but not limited to, law enforcement. They were called the Home Office, a rather benign sounding name for what they did. They sought out the unexplained things that occurred in this world. The things that mainstream wrote off as impossible and usually buried or gave a plausible explanation, like his father's death. Greg was certain that the electrical storm that night was no electrical storm. And now he was finally going to prove it.

He was no cop, but the Home Office had put him through law school. It allowed him to plausibly involved with law enforcement and cases like these. The district attorney had mandated the precinct to take an assistant district attorney with them to deal with the legalities in this case. In reality, he was a lawyer, but not an assistant district attorney for the state. But the two detectives with him did not know anything was amiss. Nor would they, for they were only interested in making a collar and closing an old case.

Once he had more information, the Home Office would give him further instructions. He would have his answer and they would wipe away whatever unholy impurity had infected the world to quote the words of his handler.

"Damn...where is this place? We're in the middle of no where," the detective that was driving said. Greg didn't know him, but he had a few years of experience on the job and his name was Michael Bishop. The other was a woman. She was petite and beautiful, with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. He was sure she was every bit as capable as her male counterpart, but there was something about her that made him think she was more than she seemed. It was possible the Home Office had inserted another operative into this like they had with him, but he couldn't be sure and he knew better than to question her about it. One of many rules to working for the Home Office was that you didn't ask questions. That was fine with him. So far, they had gotten him to where he was in his life and at long last, this path would give him the answers he needed.

"It should be just around this bend," the female detective answered. Her name was Tia Bellum.

"How? There is literally nothing but woods," the male detective complained. But like out of no where, there was suddenly a sign.

"Huh...there it is. Welcome to Storybrooke," Tia said, as they sailed past the sign and slowed down. Michael looked surprised, as they drove into town proper. There had been nothing but woods for almost fifty miles and suddenly the town was just there. Greg was more certain than ever. This town was the reason his father died almost twenty years ago. Now he was going to find out how and why. Then he was going to make those responsible pay...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #Emma Swan #August W Booth #evil cora #CORA cast the curse #Regina Mills #AU #warning #mentions of abuse #nothing graphic #romance #angst #adventure #family #a darker curse

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: “the tiniest life boat...full of people I know”

[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn’t mean it’ll always hurt, nor does it mean they can’t have fun along the way. It’s senior year. Everything may be different. It won’t be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)(16) (17) (18) (19)

(20) (21)

Lo:W Lo: Why Lo:Why are babies like this

Rem: you mean disgusting right?

R: stop shading them when they can’t even defend themselves

Remy: AM I WRONG THO

Dm: Yes.

Remy: fuck you Remy: you cannot tell me the wiggling, crying, shitting masses are adorable Remy: it's PROPAGANDA.

Dm: I’m pretty sure you just described yourself drunk

Rem: fuck. you. pretty. boy.

Dm: Aw you think I’m pretty?

R: why can’t you guys be nice to each other :,(

Dm: you told logan to eat ass like ten minutes ago so

Rem:and aren’t you like putting pink glitter on all of virgil’s clothes

R: hey hEY HEY I NEVER CLAIMED TO BE NICE

R: I SAID BE NICE TO E ACH OTHER.

R: anyway how are my favorite twins

L: Terrible. L: Arlo’s crying bc we wouldn’t let her eat a charger

L: Louie is determined to fling himself off of random objects

R: i love them.

Dm: Roman no.

R: roman yes.

L: And my parents are getting the Look again L: I swear to god they’re planning for another

R: ew ew no not that put that back

R: your parents are so sweet i doNT WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT

Rem: i will never get overr how Rem: those horny ass hippies made actual old man logan

L: Neither Will I

Dm: Why diI

Something crashed.

The sound splintered the silence of the home and Dmitri stilled. He eyed his partly opened door, not daring to breathe.

He’d been sent to his room for most of the day while his “birthday” preparations were underway. It was mainly for show, but Dr. Montag seemed genuinely excited about the occasion. He’d always seemed excited about “family” things, and Dmitri had gotten to the point where it no longer felt...as threatening.

Sure, he wasn’t going to be calling him dad or uncle anytime--ever, but it was a nicer way of looking at family events then what he was used to. And what was he used to?

“What are you fucking stupid?” his aunt said, her voice booming throughout the house riddled with accusation.

Dmitri felt the rising panic in his throat and he tried to make himself smaller---quieter.

He eyed the open door like the stupid mistake it was.

Following this came softer apologies. Dr. Montag’s voice unclear, but concerned.

That brief moment didn’t last as his aunt lashed out again, “No--No-No! I will not be fucking shushed. This is my house, who do you think you are?” she said.

As if to emphasize her point she got even louder, “ What do you think this is? A game? You think we can play the house and make it work? No, I need commitment, not this---Don’t you dare try to bring that fucking parasite into this.” Dmitri heard stomping down the hall, getting closer, and she hissed, “It has to be perfect--You promised me we would be perfect--”

Her voice dropped, soft whimpers following.

“Patty please, the doctors said--”

“I don’t care what the doctors said, you're just… you’re just trying to make excuses--” She was hiccuping, her voice becoming more strangled, “I doubt you even love me. You said you wanted to keep trying, but now you're scared? What kind of man are you? What would my father think? If you don’t want to get married just say so you poor excuse for a gold digger.”

Silence.

No crying, no screaming, only silence.

Minutes later, he heard the front door close. Minutes after that he heard his aunt’s bedroom door slam.

Minutes later, Dmitri could be more bothered he supposed.

He could be more alarmed at the wave of nothingness he felt draining away at him. But he wasn’t sure what he had to be emotional about. His aunt? Sure he had constant guilt about anything to do with her, but nothing that ever made him feel like something wasn’t clicking.

Like something was just out of reach, so close, but now it was gone.

He went to tend to his plants. He maneuvered around the shattered glass, ignoring the birthday decor that will probably be unceremoniously trashed now that his aunt no longer had a fiance to show off--and no longer had a potential child to boast either.

She would never hear the end of it from his grandfather, he assumes, so in turn, he will never hear the end of it from her.

As he was picking his way through his tools and eyeing the nursery plants, he noticed a flat, wrapped box, knocked off one of the patio tables. It's tag clearly labeled with his name in fancy cursive script.

He glanced back at the house, fingers skimming the edge of the obnoxiously bright wrapping paper and carefully peeling it apart, hoping the creaking sounds weren’t as loud as they sounded in his head.

Inside where a pair of yellow gloves, gardening gloves, and a note.

---

Dear Dmitri,

I know I’ve only been in your life for a short amount of time, but I’m glad your aunt and I have decided to make it work. I’m glad to have met you.

I may not know your situation, I may not know you, but I’m going to trust my gut on this. You’re a sweet, smart kid with a promising future in anything you set your mind to. I hope you trust me enough to help you with exploring that future. I’ve always wanted a family, and I know that your aunt hopes to build one too.

Happy 18th birthday! Let’s hope for 18 more :)

-

Happy 18th birthe for 18 more :)

-

birthy! Let’s hope f8

- Lets hope f -

hope

----

Dmitri’s vision blurred, the paper’s ink becoming smudged and he tucked it away, shaking. Tears rolled down his face quickly and the more he tried to stop the more they came.

His throat was tight. He couldn’t breathe---his grip was tight on his shirt as if it would steady him but he couldn’t--he couldn’t---

He fumbled for his phone, the box hitting the ground sometime in between as he sank to the ground, hitting the first number in the contact list.

He needed to hear someone--god anyone. The dial tone felt like an eternity, each ring feeling a hammer to the chest.

Then finally he heard a click.

Then he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in a long time. Sure it was deeper, more assured, but at the end of the day, it was still---

“Emile?” Dmitri said, crying even harder.

---

@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

#Roman Sanders #Deceit Sanders #roceit #sanders sides #ts sides #ts emile #ts logan #ts remy #antithesis

[blogofpureimagination]

The White Rabbit | Chapter 6

a/n: I say it a lot but Im sorry haha. Life is a mess, THERE WAS A NAME CHANGE I did mention this before. I just didnt like the feel of Cheyenne anymore. Im trying to keep at this I just have shit to deal with.

Summary: Juniper Potts never knew how she got her rabbit necklace but always thought it came from someone important. What happens when someone breaks the tea cup of her so called perfect life.

Pairing: Jefferson/Hatter x OFC

Waking up the next morning June scratched her head yawning “June what are we getting in to?” she asked herself. She got up and grabbed the book off the floor and made her down to her kitchen for some breakfast. Setting the book down Juniper went to open the window over her sink in the kitchen due to the room feeling stuffy.

Putting a pot on the stove to get her tea ready she turned and opened the book that was sitting on the table deciding to read other stories than just what she was told was hers. Seeing the painted pictures on the different pages she could understand why Henry had thought the town was cursed. Hearing the whistle of the kettle Juniper turned her attention to the stove bringing the kettle off the heat she prepped the cup for a cozy morning knowing she would be calling out sick.

Feeling a gust of wind come through the window Juniper felt a shiver roll through her back. Walking over towards the window to close it not noticing the pages of the book turn due to the wind. Making her way back to the table with mug in hand she looked down seeing that it was now the story of how the Mad Hatter came to be so mad. Taking a sip from her cup she shook her head “Poor man losing his daughter like that.” Putting her mug down she felt a pain start to throb in the back of her head “What the hell.” She groaned before getting up to grab the Advil bottle.

 Images flashed before her eyes Jefferson’s face, a little girl running around, a man that resembled Mr. Gold, the images the last being a bloody baby blanket kept going Juniper felt herself fall against the counter before falling to the ground taking down a coffee cup with her.

 * * *

               Jefferson hearing something crashing rushed and looked through his one telescope that looked toward Junipers home, through the curtains he saw a mop of hair laying on the ground. Panic rushed through his body, running through the house he opened the door and slammed it in his rush.

           Banging on the door that lead to Juniper’s kitchen “Hey everything okay in there?” he called out, not getting a response he placed his hand on the door knob and turned it letting out a sigh at the fact it was unlocked. Walking into the kitchen he took in the sight before him Juniper laid out on the black and white tile, a white cup smashed next to her. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked walked closer to her body.

           Kneeling next to her he pulled her up “Hey ma’am, are you okay?” he asked again concern growing more by the second. “June you have to wake up come on.” He pleaded. June started to move her head around feeling arms around her she slowly opened her eyes.

           Seeing that the arms belonged to a man she didn’t know she backed away “What are you doing in here? How did you get here?!” she fired looking around her kitchen for something to use as a solid weapon if need be. Shaking her head everything started leveling out.

           “I’m not here to hurt you I just heard something crash and thought I’d check.” He reassured her holding his hands up in defense.

           She nodded closing her eyes “Thank you, I have no idea what happened.”

           “No problem,” He assured her putting his hand out attempting to get her to stand “here take my arm, and slowly make your way up.”

           Grabbing his arm, she took his caution slowly getting up “That’s never happened to me before, I was just reading and had this pain rush through my head and next thing I know I’m here.” She explained.

           He led her back to her kitchen table taking note of the book sitting open to his story. “Maybe it’s just because you got up to quick?” he asked letting her go as she gripped the chair and took a seat. In that moment Jefferson just wanted to take her into his arms and hold her but, but he couldn’t it’d be too much on her.

           “Maybe, I don’t know. Probably just too much on my mind.”

           “Like what? If you don’t mind me asking.” He asked placing his hands on the chair that sat opposite of her. “I’m Jefferson, by the way I think we ran into each other the other day.”

           June nodded “Juniper, my friends call me June. I remember you.” Pointing towards the chair “Feel free to sit.” Running her hand through her hair she remembered the book. “This is what’s been on my mind and this,” she pointed to her necklace “I’ve had it forever and have no idea where it came from.” She explained caressing the rabbit that rested just above her chest.

           Jefferson looked over the book “The mad hatter, the white rabbit, snow white... these are fairytales.” He said giving June a confused look.

           “I know what you’re thinking how could this be causing whatever happen to happen.” She confessed looking at him confused. “My friend has this theory, well it’s really her son’s theory.” Jefferson nodded letting her continue “He thinks that we’re all of these fairytale characters stuck in this place not knowing who we truly are. And if it’s true and it’s a stretch I’m supposedly the Mad Hatter’s wife.” She chuckled “Funny isn’t it?”

           He shook his head wanting to disagree and tell her it was true but how could he ruin a life “Yeah, funny.”

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[guardiansofamericasass]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Loki x Sigyn oneshot 

part of my AO3 fic entitled Loyalty

username benloslittlesandrat

Since links no longer show up in tags, I figured I would share this then ask that you look me up on AO3 if you’d like to read more ^_^

About this oneshot: Sigyn’s first winter is colder than she thought it would be. Loki introduces his wife to snow.

Some mild smut ( second- third base stuff, nothing more)

Winter had arrived early on Asgard; the first snowflakes had just started to fall outside. Loki didn’t mind the winter weather- he liked to use it as an excuse to stay inside and read. His wife, on the other hand, was a creature of the sunshine. Having grown up on a tropical beach, cold and snow were things to which she was unaccustomed, and this early winter wasn’t something she was handling well. She had spent the last few days curled up in their bed shivering and drinking tea. He wondered what she would think of this first snowfall.

Loki had just settled down with his second book for the evening when he heard a shrill squeak come from the hallway, followed by a thud.  He pulled a knife from his sleeve and ran to the door, pushing it open.

A pile of blankets was squirming around on the floor in front of him. He chuckled as Sigyn’s head popped out from between two of them, blonde curls covering her eyes. Her hands searched for something below the blankets. She pulled out her silver circlet and placed it daintily back on her head, pushing her hair away from her eyes.

“And just what, might I ask, are you doing, my flower?” He asked, putting away his knife as he looked down at her. “I thought you had gone to fetch some tea?”

Sigyn grinned up at her husband as she tried to get back on her feet. She wavered, tripping again on a blanket. Loki caught her before she could fall back to the ground. He kissed her forehead as she leaned against him for balance.

“Well, your mother found me shivering in the hall and gave me these,” Sigyn grinned as she lifted the blankets with a shrug. “She knows how unphased you are by the cold and figured I would probably need some. Unfortunately, I couldn’t carry the kettle and all these blankets, and your mother had been on her way to the kitchens to fetch a kettle for herself when she found me, so…”

Her voice trailed off as Loki bent down and scooped her up, blankets and all. She let out another small, surprised squeak as he carried her back into their bedchamber and set her down gently on the bed. Sigyn readjusted the blankets so that they completely covered her, a makeshift shield against the cold

“Apologies for the lack of tea,” Sigyn said from inside of her blanket cocoon.

“It’s not that I don’t trust your ability to successfully bring tea to our bedchamber, but I had a servant bring up a kettle after the first twenty minutes of your absence, love.”

Sigyn popped her head back out to give Loki a look of mock betrayal as he poured himself another glass from the kettle. She set her circlet down on the small table next to her.

“I don’t understand why you and Mother always insist on making your own kettle. The servants are perfectly capable of boiling water.”

“It’s nothing to do with not trusting the servants,” Sigyn said as she fell back onto the pillows. “It’s just… so relaxing to walk about the kitchen and wait for that whistle to ring out. Besides, I quite enjoy chatting with the kitchen staff.”

Loki grinned as he set his teacup down.  “Why am I not surprised?”

Sigyn was always looking for people to meet. It was almost as if her goal was to know the name of every servant in the palace before the Solstice. He couldn’t understand why she was this way, why she put so much effort into caring about people she barely knew. In his eyes, those people were beneath her, given her rank as the wife of one of Asgard’s princes. No one she should be fussing over, yet she still did. She remembered their names, asked about their children, wished them well on their name days. She was much like Frigga that way; it had certainly made both quite popular throughout the kingdom.

It was also likely the only reason either woman cared for him.

Loki crawled onto the bed next to her. Sigyn, he noticed, had already drifted off into a daydream. He watched her as she stared out the window at the snow, eyes wide. On their balcony, an even layer of snow had landed like a sparkling crystal blanket.  

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered, smiling back at him.

Loki ran his hand gently across her cheek, tucking her hair back to expose her bare neck. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against her neck. Sigyn hummed, content.

“If you are cold, my love, I will gladly do all in my power to warm you.” He said with a smirk, pulling on the blankets she had wrapped herself in as he pressed his body against hers. Sigyn pulled them away from him, laughing as her cheeks turned pink. He playfully wrestled an arm around her and kissed her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder, following her gaze. They lay in silence, savoring the quiet, delicate moment.

Suddenly, a familiar laugh rang out from the ground below their bedchamber. It didn’t take long for an idea to form in Loki’s mind. He got up and walked over to the open balcony. With a wave of his hand, the three large, golden cauldrons that lined it burst into flames, which cast a warm orange glow over the snow. He motioned for Sigyn to join him.

Sigyn slid out of bed, blankets in tow, and carefully made her way over to the balcony. Realizing that her blankets would get covered in snow if she went out with all of them, she tightly wrapped one around her arms, and left the others in a pile by the bed. She cautiously took her first step into the snow by placing her foot in one of Loki’s footprints. She gasped at the cold and drew her foot back.

“How are you not frozen?”

Loki pressed a finger to his lips, then shrugged in response to her question. He pointed at her feet, and she suddenly felt a warmth flow over them, protecting them from the cold snow.

“Thanks,” She whispered as she followed Loki’s footprints over to the railing of their balcony, not wanting to disturb any more of the untouched snow. He placed an arm around her as she leaned on the railing and stared out at the distant sea.

“When I was younger, “He whispered, “I used to hide in Mother’s garden when it snowed and wait for Thor to come looking for me.”

Loki pointed at the garden below them. Sigyn looked down and noticed Thor and the Lady Sif stumbling along the path, deep in a conversation that was obviously being fueled by an excess of ale. Loki leaned closer to her and continued his story.

“You see, rather than explain her magic, Mother told him stories of faeries that protected her plants in the winter. She had told him that mainly to protect her flowers from his boots, since he often chose to run through the garden in the winter. It also had the potential to be the great basis of a prank.”

Sigyn rolled her eyes and turned to look at him.

“Just what did you do to your poor brother this time?” She asked with a giggle.  

“Well, when he would finally come looking for me, I would pack the snow into balls and throw them at him, then vanish before he saw me. He would run screaming, out of fear that he had angered the garden spirits,” Loki laughed, bending down to scoop up a pile of snow with his bare hands. He quickly packed it into a perfect sphere and stood up.

“In fact, I’m pretty sure he still believes those faeries are real,” He looked at his wife with a mischievous smirk. “Shall we test that theory?”

“Oh, Loki, we shouldn’t,” Sigyn protested half- heartedly. She gave her husband an equally mischievous smirk. “Show me how to make one.”

Loki proceeded to teach her the basics of snowball making, and once they had created a decent pile, they stood up and proceeded with their prank.

Loki waited for Thor to stop moving for a moment. He took careful aim, and with the help of a bit of magic, launched the ball of snow at his unsuspecting victim.

Loki had managed to hit his brother in the back of the head.  The man let out a loud curse and stumbled forward, his impaired balance increasing the effect of the impact. Sigyn clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her laughter.

“Shhhh,” Loki hissed as he chuckled and pulled her down to the ground.

They peered between the bars of the railing, checking to see if either Sif or Thor had figured out where the snowball had come from. Once he was certain that they were drunkenly oblivious, he stood back up and launched two more. One managed to hit Thor in the ear, while the second had curved slightly and ended up hitting the Lady Sif in the chest.

Loki chuckled when Sif’s shocked scream echoed through the courtyard.

“Loki, that was rather rude!”

“It was an accident, darling, honest-“

Loki was cut of by a loud, angry growl.

“FAERIES!”

Loki and Sigyn glanced at one another before looking back down at Thor and Sif. The God of Thunder was swinging his hammer at the air around him, daring the guardians of the garden make themselves seen. Loki reached for another snowball, but Sigyn grabbed his arm before he could launch it.

“Let me try this time.”

Loki gave his wife an approving nod, then handed her the snowball. Sigyn stood up to take aim at her brother- in- law, who was still shouting at thin air. Loki taught her the enchantment he had been using. She waited a moment for Thor to turn around, and when he did she recited the word and watched as her snowball took flight.

It was a direct hit.

Thor, in the middle of his drunken rant, was hit squarely in the mouth. This shot caught him the most off guard. He fell backwards into a flowerbed, arms flailing. He dropped his hammer as he fell, and it crashed into the frozen dirt.

“Oh, shit.” Loki said in disbelief, yanking his shocked wife back down to the ground. Sif’s laugh rang out in the garden, and soon Valstagg and Hogun stumbled into the garden to investigate what had happened.

Loki turned to Sigyn and kissed her deeply. “That was brilliant, love.”

Hearing Sif’s laugh seemed to reassure Sigyn that all was well below, and she quickly broke down in a fit of laughter, soon followed by her husband. They looked back down at the Warrior’s Three, who were in the process of dragging Thor back into the palace. Yet another successful prank in the books for Loki.

Once the four were back inside, Sigyn stood back up and made her way back to their bedchamber. She was halfway there when a blast of cold seemed to explode against her back, sending a small shock through her body. She let out a surprised shriek and turned to see Loki standing by the railing, holding the remaining two snowballs.

“We can’t let these go to waste, dear,” He said with a smirk as he tossed another snowball at her. Sigyn ducked, and the snowball flew into their bedchamber and hit Loki’s reading chair, leaving a large clump of already- melting snow.

Sigyn looked back at her husband, a competitive grin on her face.

“It’s on.”

She quickly took cover behind one of the golden cauldrons while she hastily built herself a small armory. Loki did likewise. They took turns throwing snowballs at one another. Loki ran out of ammo first. He let his wife get two more shots in before tackling her, pinning her arms down and kissing her while she squirmed and giggled beneath him.

“Loki, stop!” She begged through her laughter. “Please, I’m freezing!”

Loki waited a few moments before he let go of her arms and rolled over, pulling her on top of him and wrapping his arms around her. She grinned up at him and rested her head on his chest as they both caught their breath.

Sigyn pulled her blanket around her tighter, when she realized it was drenched by melted snow. She looked down at her dress and saw that it was also completely soaked.

“We should probably get back inside before we turn to ice.”

Loki groaned in response, obviously comfortable where he was and seemingly uninterested in moving.

Sigyn rolled her eyes and made her way back inside on her own. She quickly removed her wet clothing, wrapped herself in a fresh blanket, grabbed her comb out of a drawer, and made her way over to the fireplace. She collapsed into Loki’s large reading chair and began to lazily comb her damp, knotted hair while she gazed into the blazing fire.

Sigyn didn’t realize she had dozed off until she felt a strong pair of arms pick her up. Loki took her place in the chair, gently setting her down in his lap. She grinned when she realized he had also removed his wet clothes after coming inside. He took the comb from her hand and began gently untangling her hair where she had left off.

Sigyn closed her eyes and smiled. She loved when Loki combed her hair for her. He was always gentle and precise, maintaining a slow, soothing pace as he moved the comb through her long, wavy hair. It made her feel safe, as if the Nine Realms were inhabited exclusively by them. Part of her wished she could stop time and live in these gentle moments for eternity.

When Loki finished combing her hair and gently put it in a braid. He wrapped his arms around her and began passionately kissing her neck. Sigyn let out a soft moan and turned to press her lips against his, lacing her fingers through his damp hair. Loki cupped one of her breasts in his hand, firmly grasping her waist with his other. Sigyn could feel his cock hardening between her legs, and a warm wave of arousal washed over her.

A loud banging at the door put an end to their intimate moment.

“Loki!” A coarse voice shouted from the hall.

Loki cursed loudly as Sigyn ran to their bed and dove under the covers to hide the fact that she wasn’t decent. Loki wrapped a blanket around his waist and stormed over to the door, opening it to reveal Vandral and Hogun.

“Pray tell, what in the Nine Realms has compelled you to come to our chambers at such a late hour?” Loki growled before he had even finished opening the door. His hostility and state of undress visibly startled Vandral, who jumped back in surprise, cheeks turning pink ever so slightly. Hogun remained where he stood, completely unphased.

“Did you launch an attack on Thor and the Lady Sif tonight?” Hogun asked in his coarse yet monotone voice as he stared directly into Loki’s eyes.

Sigyn sank further under the blankets upon hearing the question, amused by the way he had chosen to describe a handful of snowballs. It was obvious that Hogun already knew the answer to his question.  She knew Loki would never admit to it, however. She just hoped the two men would give up on their interrogation quickly.

“Have you both gone mad?” Loki shouted.

“You left the fire burning on your balcony.”

“I’ve been in bed with my wife all night. As I am every night.” His voice grew louder and angrier with each syllable as he conveniently avoided explaining why the cauldrons on the balcony had been left to burn. “It would do you both well to remember that fact before you decide to come banging on my door at such a late hour in the future!”

Hogun continued to stare directly at Loki, clearly unphased by his anger. Vandral, however, had decided that the awkwardness of the situation had grown to be too much for him to handle. His cheeks had turned a rather fine shade of red.

“That we shall do, friend!” He exclaimed nervously. “Many apologies to you and the princess for the… interruption,” He grabbed his Hogun by the arm and began to pull him away. Before Hogun could retort, Loki slammed the door in their faces and stormed over to the bed.

Sigyn rolled over and wrapped her arms around him as he laid down on the bed.

“I need to light a fire under the ass of each mason that is currently building our hall,” he groaned, turning to face her. “I don’t think the next person to knock on that door past sunset will escape with a head on their shoulders.”

Sigyn chuckled and kissed him. “No need to get violent, darling.”

He mumbled a disagreement under his breath. Sigyn looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment.

“Will there be snow at our hall in the winter?” She asked.

“Probably. Why do you ask?”

“Well, we should probably ensure that our gardens are filled with diligent faeries come winter, should your brother decide to visit and drink our entire supply of mead.” Sigyn said, smiling at him. Loki laughed and gazed into her eyes, admiring her.

“I don’t know how you managed to get all of Asgard to believe you are this well- mannered, kind- hearted picture of perfection. You’re clearly just as mischievous as I am, if not more so.”

Sigyn scoffed at his accusation. “I doubt that anyone could possibly be more mischievous than you, my love.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

“Well then, since Vandral and Hogun -and likely half of the palace, given how loud you were screaming- believes we have been wrapped around one another all night,” Sigyn said, wrapping her leg around Loki’s waist.  “Shall we continue from where we left off?”

He wasted no time, extinguishing the cauldrons on the balcony with a flick of his wrist. Sigyn shivered from the sudden loss of heat.

“As I said before, my love,” Loki whispered sensually as he climbed on top of her. “By the time we are finished, this cold will feel most inviting.”

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[enixamyram]

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No. These are not plot holes. Seriously. It’s amazing how many of these are not plot holes. Do you know what a plot hole is? I can get the definition up for you if you’d like.

This is - at most - an unfinished story. Not a plot hole. And if you’re gonna complain about THIS unfinished story, then you need to complain about a whole other unfinished story. And even then, Ruby’s story is much more finished than say: Leroy & Nova’s, Lily’s, Mulan’s, Graham’s, Kathryn’s, Lancelot & Guinevere’s, pretty much most of the cast from Season 1 and so on...

A somewhat arguable plot hole. The writer points out that Regina cloaks the town from others after she has already encountered Owen and his father. The reason I say this is arguable is because this is very true, but there are also two easy explanations at the same time that debunk it as a plot hole.

For example, Storybrooke pretty much appeared on top of Own and his dad and it was only after they left that they could no longer return. Or otherwise - and the stronger argument - we have seen there is a small touch of magic in Storybrooke even if everyone claims otherwise - Regina’s ring of Daniel, her vault of heart’s, Malificent’s dragon form underground, Regina even creates a memory potion to forget who Henry is right after she adopts him. So there’s clearly some magic, just a limited supply of it. Meaning she could have used a chunk of the magic to cloak the town after Owen left.

Agreed. This is either a massive plot hole or a character issue telling us that Regina never really redeemed herself. And since it’s clear the show wants us to believe that Regina is a good person now, it is a major plot hole that she still has her vault of hearts so casually that she even mentions/shows them to WishRobin in Season 6.

Agree and disagree. This is why Uniting the Realms didn’t work because not everyone would be happy to leave their home and live in Storybrooke. However the writers reason doesn’t work for me.

“A few of them might be happier in their original spaces, where at least they wouldn’t have to hide who they are,” They don’t have to hide who they are in Storybrooke? After the protection spell was cast they all went about their normal lives without any fear or hiding? I mean... Did you miss Ruby’s whole episode about how she casually turns into a wolf to go running at night because she knows she can here?

“and wouldn’t have to deal with all of Storybrooke’s drama.” Because the Enchanted Forest was drama free? Dude, it’s literally Fairy Tale stories in that place, with women getting pregnant and having secret babies and witches cursing people and bandits having to fight back against Royal Rampage against the poor citizens. I’m pretty sure Storybrooke is actually LESS dramatic than the Enchanted Forest.

“Although it’s possible that they’ve become attached to sliced bread and flushing toilets, it seems silly that nobody thinks to bring these conveniences back home and make a mint on sandwiches and plumbing.”  So not only did you say it yourself by saying they’ve become attached to their new lives. But those things you listed would most likely eventually run out? Or otherwise they’re not so easily transported without magic? And anyway what’s the point? Why take turn the Enchanted Forest into Storybrooke by taking all the things you love there with you when you can just stay in Storybrooke where it’s already there?

Addressing the one and only example they give of this:

“For example, in season 2, episode 12, she misses the fact that the stranger lied about what he saw prior to the crash. This seems like an easy get for someone who can sense a lie.”

Again. This isn’t necessarily a plot hole. I never believed Emma’s ability to detect lies was actually magical. She had it before she went to Storybrooke (in a land without magic remember) and I think it’s just that, after her hard life, she’s become good at reading people. Which means she’s bound to make one or two mistakes every now and then, especially when she’s nervous and when a lot of things are happening at once (like when Greg came over the town line - right after Belle lost her memory, Hook was captured, they were still dealing with Regina and Cora, as well as adjusting to all the fairy tale characters being here and so on).

The only example of a heart turning truly black was Rumplestiltskin who had been alive and doing bad deeds for HUNDREDS of years. Maybe if Cora lived as long as Rumple then she would have a blacker heart, but as of now, it’s entirely possible that the black in her heart is there and we simply couldn’t see it. I don’t think we ever really saw a complete shot of her heart close up like we did Snow’s.

Another running theory is that the blackness of your heart depends on how much you acknowledge what you’re doing as wrong. Rumple did bad things and he knew full well they were bad. Cora was more the type to always insist she was doing the right thing and probably truly believed it.

I want to agree because “all magic comes with a price” is a very inconsistent detail in the show... But again, the writers reasons don’t quite sit right with me.

“We meet one when our heroes use forbidden magic to save Robin’s life, and the ensuring fracas is something of a big deal. After all that drama, you’d expect a Fury to appear every time someone’s brought back from the brink of death, or especially from death itself.” You said it yourself. The fury came after Robin because “forbidden” magic was used to save his life. How many other times is the Dark One magic used to save a life? Well Emma used it to save Hook, but not quite and even if it is the same, Hook paid the price by becoming the Dark One. Correct me if I’m wrong but how often was a character saved by Dark magic?

“The storybook is a convenient plot point that’s never explained, and thus becomes a plot hole.”

Okay and I know this is the excuse everyone hates and doesn’t like and blah blah blah but...

Magic.

That is literally the answer. I know it’s normally a cop out but in this case it’s actually genuine. Magic made the book appear in Mary Margaret’s closet one day (like she says in the show) and yes, there’s not a reason given. Maybe it was Merlin influence in the world, maybe there’s a natural magic in the world that gives good people happy endings, maybe Henry’s belief brought it to existence and then set it in place to find its way to him.

Again, it’s not a plot hole. More of an unexplained/unfinished plot but it’s very clear the show is using their “Magic” card on this one. And just because it’s not spelled out to you, doesn’t make it a plot hole.

Agreed. This is a plot hole that really made no sense since it was made clear that August was made of wood right now. Maybe if they had it burn him (have the others acknowledge a blackened burn on his chest or something) but we’re supposed to believe he was electrocuted from it???

We’ve seen Storybrooke. It’s a whole town with farms and other buildings and places. So there is obviously more to it than the main sets (aka, Granny’s). It’s a community that basically learned to live off each other.

Otherwise, and I know I keep using this excuse but it’s a legit excuse in this show: Magic!

Magic made the day repeat for 28 years so it’s a safe assumption that once the day restarted, surely magic must have kept/made a certain place for supplies or restocked the homes to keep anyone from suspecting anything. And then after the curse was broken, everyone could plan out the rest either by once again using magic or otherwise by creating their own sources.

I just have a problem with everything they say on this one.

“Aside from the impossibility of importing goods into Storybrooke, there’s no way that everyone in town has a job.” ... But surely if they can’t have goods imported to them, then they need to make do on their own which would GIVE people jobs.

“There are probably four businesses that we see throughout the show, counting a dwarf-run farm.” ... Again, as you just said, this is only what we SEE. This is where the main characters hang out but we know for a fact there’s a pet rescue place, a carpenter, a mechanic, and so many other places we haven’t seen. Like I don’t understand the assumption that there are no other businesses apart from what we are physically shown.

“If Regina’s capable of casting the original curse, then why go to all of this trouble in the first place? Why not stay home and dominate there?” ... This is a troll question right? 1) Casting the curse was an incredibly hard feet that included killing the thing she loved most. 2) She went through all the trouble because she couldn’t hurt David or Snow - the objects of her revenge - in the Enchanted Forest. 3) She tried dominating her home. It didn’t work. That’s the exact point and reason why she cast the curse!

Agreed. It’s pretty obvious the Zarian storyline actually came to them only AFTER they had brought already Marian back.

*Sigh* You know, I’m getting real tired of Mulan and Aurora always appearing on these lists. Because most of them is just whining that they didn’t happen rather than legit points. Case and point:

“The first time Once Upon A Time flirted with the idea of two girls flirting with each other, it was when Aurora and Mulan nearly became girlfriends after Phillip’s passing.” They never nearly became girlfriends at all. They became friends but Aurora showed absolutely NO signs of returning Mulan’s SECRET feelings for her. You people need to drop this idea that this ship would of happened if not for Philip because that’s simply not the case.

“What really doesn’t make sense is that Mulan and Aurora have no more history at all. After the intensity of their nascent feelings, it doesn’t make sense that the show would just forget about them as a couple.” Again, they WEREN’T A COUPLE. They were friends. and ONCE AGAIN. A dropped/unfinished storyline is NOT a plot hole. And I actually think it wrapped up their story nicely (not actually nicely but you know what I mean). Mulan loved Aurora, Aurora didn’t return her feelings. When Mulan went to finally confess, she found out Aurora was pregnant and realised Aurora was happy with her family so Mulan bid her farewells and joined the Merry Men. That is their story! Just because you don’t like the direction it took, doesn’t mean it’s a plot hole! Learn the definition of a plot hole before you make great big lists about them!

I’m gonna leave this one. Just because ages confuse me and so does the timeline so I can’t really judge how accurate the writer is on this one.

I’m gonna agree but for different reasons to the writer. And simply because The Evil Queen is built up to be one of the worst enemies that the heroes have ever faced. But really think: What did she actually do while she was free running around Storybrooke for so long? Having her back was meant to be a great threat but aside from occasionally get in the way/slow other stories down, she really wasn’t all that good at being Evil.

Agreed. Just, agreed.

Well, when I think about it I originally agreed except that it didn’t actually defeat the Dragon. He showed up not long after perfectly fine (which to me, is a bigger plot hole than Tamara’s taser stunning him).

“Imagine how confusing and traumatizing that hospital stay would be for the already confused and traumatized Belle.” Imagine how confusing and traumatizing it would be for Belle to walk down the street and run into Ruby mid transformation? Or imagine how confusing and traumatizing it would be for her to run into Cora on a bad day? Like. They kept her in hospital BECAUSE she was so confused and traumatized and they needed to keep an eye on her until she calmed down and they could trust her to take care of herself. Like... Of all places to freak Belle out right now, I actually think a hospital is the LEAST likely to do so.

Uh, again... This isn’t a plot hole. It’s a character trait. Cora was determined to rise to the top ranks, which meant making her daughter Queen! Not just a Princess, but an actually QUEEN. This is very firmly stated in the show and it is very clear that Cora did not give a shit what Regina wanted anyway. She didn’t care that Regina had an easy life, she wanted her daughter to be Queen because she was determined to be top dog (through her daughter).

Um, just because it’s possible doesn’t mean Rumple should know about it. As far as he was aware, it is impossible to bring back the dead and it is certainly out of his power to do - which was what Regina was asking to learn.

Also, your examples of people brought back: Emma - When was she dead? Do you mean at the end of S6 because, fair enough that was a deus ex machina thing they wanted to throw in for dramatic affect. Phillip - Wasn’t dead, his soul was just trapped in another place Hook - God’s trump Sorcerers. Henry - His heart had only just stopped when Emma used TLK, so that’s kind of like doing CPR. Maleficent - I’ll agree her’s is a plot hole. It’s stated she died several times and yet they bring her back relatively easily, but at least with her you can claim she’s more of a zombie since if she leaves the town she’ll crumple back into dust.

Here is the definition of a Plot Hole:  an inconsistency in the narrative or character development of a book, film, television programme, etc.

An incomplete story is NOT a plot hole. Which is what a lot of these are. Because it wasn’t spelled out for them, they claim plot hole but that isn’t the case. A plot hole is a factual information that was already stated in the show and was then changed without explanation later on (not to be confused with a retcon).

Off the top of my head, an example of two major plot holes are Season 7.

1st - Drizella apparently only needed Regina’s “magic” to cast the curse which is a complete plot hole because it is made very clear at least 3-4 times that you need to sacrifice the heart of the thing you love most to cast it. In fact later, Regina talks about everyone sacrificing a piece of their heart in order to cast the curse again. 2nd - Time travelling should have changed the entire course of history like it did in S3, yet at the end of S7, when they time travel, no one seems to mind talking to their past selves or running through Storybrooke. By any rights, the whole of S7 should have changed completely by the time they were done.

#Once Upon A Time #Screen Rant #Not plot Holes #Can't be bothered to tag everyone in this one so here ya go!

[mosylufanfic]

Out of the Nest

Y'all I am So Intrigued by the icy way that Nora is treating Iris as of 5x02 (and of course, poor Iris not knowing why). Here's my exploration of a possibility, with future Killervibe and Killervibe babby because you know. It's me.

Apologies for the terrible title, I just can’t seem to find one. I’ll probably figure one out the moment I post.

Out of the Nest

Slamming doors were unfortunately not a new sound in the Snow-Ramon household these days. So when the crash reverberated through the ground floor and echoed down into the basement workroom, Caitlin looked up from her microscope and prepared herself to play umpire.

But only Cisco came storming down the stairs, muttering under his breath in Spanish. "And you're grounded!" he yelled back up the stairs.

"I didn't do anything wrong!" their daughter shrieked back. Another door slammed, and footsteps thundered up the stairs one floor above.

"Motherf -" Cisco breached away, and a proximity alarm went off. Caitlin checked it, and just sighed when she saw it was the one on the roof.

Cisco breached back a moment later, red in the face. "She left from the roof. Broad goddamn daylight, not even wearing her sky camo."

"Imagine that," Caitlin said. "A sixteen-year-old girl, behaving recklessly."

Cisco was exaggerating somewhat. It was almost dark out, far less risky for Rebecca to be in the sky. And if Caitlin knew her daughter, she was headed out to sea, where nobody would see her but a few random boats and fish.

Of course, it wasn't totally risk-free. But then, nothing was.

"Do you know what your daughter did?"

"Oh, so she's my daughter now?" she asked, adjusting her magnification and checking her sample again.

"She was walking around Freedom Park at dusk, all cute little girl texting and ignoring the world, with her purse open. The only thing missing was a holo flashing over her head saying MUG ME!"

Caitlin jerked away from the microscope. "She what?"

"Yeah, thought that would get your attention." He crossed his arms.

The last time Rebecca had provoked muggers on purpose, pictures of the "Angel of Coast City" had spread all over social media. Thankfully, nobody had gotten a clear shot of her face, but a teenage girl with a five-foot wingspan was distinctive enough.

It had required half a day of feverish hacking and trolling on Cisco's part to make everyone think it was a hoax or a publicity stunt, while Rebecca sulked in her room and Caitlin tried to talk sense into her.

"You always take Dad's side!" their daughter had stormed. "Don't you even trust me?"

"This isn't about sides or trust, sweetheart, this is about your safety. You're sixteen!"

"I'm not a normal kid, but you never let me do anything! Why do I have these powers if you're never going to let me do anything?"

"We're not saying never, we're saying not yet. Maybe next year - "

"You said that last year!"

She wasn't wrong, but the memory of the messes they'd gotten into with their own powers at the beginning chilled Caitlin's blood. And they'd been grown adults with the fully formed pre-frontal cortices to show for it. Rebecca was impulsive, arrogant, and reckless - in other words, a normal teenage girl with extraordinary powers.

And she'd done it again?

"Oh, she's so grounded," Caitlin growled now.

"Not only is she grounded," Cisco said, pawing through a drawer, "I'm locking this on her wrist when she's asleep tonight." He held up a power dampening cuff.

"No," Caitlin said.

"But she - "

"I said no." Grounding was fine. Locking her own powers away without her consent was not. She was their daughter, not some criminal they were dropping off at the police station.

Cisco opened his mouth, saw the look on her face, and set the cuff back in the drawer. He dropped onto the couch with a groan. "She's giving me grey hair," he moaned, putting his hand over his eyes.

Caitlin rolled her chair over next to the couch and ran her fingers through his hair. It still fell in lush waves to his shoulders, but now the waves were streaked liberally with silver. "It makes you look distinguished," she said affectionately.

He caught her hand pulled it over his shoulder, and kissed it. "This kid of ours," he said. "What the hell are we going to do with her?"

She rested her chin on the high arm of the couch. "Maybe next year we really should - "

"Nuh-uh."

"You didn't even hear me out!"

"I know what you were going to say, and she's way too young."

"I'm not proposing that we send her into the Corners on her own, I'm just saying maybe we should consider some training."

"She's sixteen!"

"And she's had her powers for three years. It did me far more harm than good to not use my powers."

"She's not you. She has wings, not frost. And when that happened, you were an adult."

"I know all that, but she's getting frustrated, honey. For her entire life, we've been helping people, and we've taught her to do the same. She wants to help people."

"And wear a badass suit and see her hero name in the papers." He scowled. "Angel," he muttered.

"You're just annoyed you didn't think of it," Caitlin said.

He huffed and looked away, unable to deny it.

Caitlin had just opened her mouth to argue some more when the doorbell rang. They looked at each other.

"You expecting anyone?" Cisco asked.

"No," Caitlin said. "Maybe it's one of Rebecca's friends?"

"House, screen," he said, touching the wall above the couch. "Front door." A screen popped up on the wall, showing a twirling hourglass for a split second as the house system searched for the front-door cameras. "Her friends would just ping her, they - Caitlin."

At the sound of his voice, she looked up and the figure she saw on the wall made her suck in her breath. "It can't be."

"Looks like it can," Cisco said.

"After all this time," Caitlin said. "What is she doing here?"

He swung his legs to the floor and hopped up. "We'd better find out."

They were halfway up the basement stairs when the bell rang again. The sound of the third chime was just dying away as Caitlin pulled their front door open.

"Hi, guys," said Iris West-Allen.

There was a lump in her throat. "Iris," she managed.

Cisco didn't say anything.

She had changed her hair, was the first thing Caitlin noticed. It was a short bob, cut just below her ears. There was a frosting of gray at her temples, and lines around her eyes, but otherwise she looked like the woman who'd been one of their closest friends for eight years.

And a virtual stranger ever since.

She cleared her throat. "So," she said. "Ah. Can I come in?"

Caitlin snapped awake. "Of course! Please."

Cisco grumbled in his throat, and she elbowed him. "I didn't realize you had our new address," she said.

"I have two Pulitzers and access to the Internet," Iris said. "It really wasn't that hard."

"So why did it take twenty-four years?" Cisco snapped.

Iris looked away and didn't answer.

Caitlin led them into the living room, grabbing a handheld game and one of Rebecca's shoes, and sweeping the coffee table clear of her medical journals and a PalmerTech drive that Cisco had brought home from work. She dumped it all onto an out-of-the-way chair. "Would you like a seat?"

"I'm all right." She drifted around the room, aimless as a dandelion on a windy day.

Behind her back, Cisco gave Caitlin a goggle-eyed look. She could only return it with the same amount of bafflement.

What was Iris doing here?

She paused in front of the photo collage projected onto the wall. "So this is Rebecca?" she asked, watching as a family selfie at Pride a few years ago faded into their daughter's most current school picture.

"That's her. Yes."

"I got the birth announcement," Iris said, her face still turned away. "I'm sorry I didn't - " Her fingers moved restlessly on her arms. "That I didn't send anything."

Caitlin  couldn't bring herself to say anything like that's okay or we understood. Because honestly, they hadn't. The radio silence from Iris had hurt immeasurably.

“So you adopted after all?” she asked.

“We were thinking about it,” Caitlin said. “But then I was throwing up and just feeling very run down, and Cisco took me to the ER.”

“Dragged her,” he said. “And they were like, congratulations, have a cigar, papa.”

She looked around, wide-eyed. "But the doctors said it was impossible."

She should know. She'd held Caitlin's hand through all the crying jags, all the cursing at God and her own body, all the long slow path to acceptance.

"They did," Caitlin said. "And yet here we are." She managed a smile. "Barry always did say we'd become the impossible."

At the name, a heavy silence fell.

It wasn't that she and Cisco never said his name. They talked about him sometimes, between themselves. They couldn't help it. Pretending he'd never existed would be like amputating ten years.

But Iris had fallen to pieces on the day he'd disappeared into the speedforce. April 25, 2024, the day that was foretold since the beginning. Despair had visibly eaten away at her for months, until the day that she'd stood in front of them at Star Labs and said, "I got a job at the Daily Planet. I'm taking the baby and moving to Metropolis. I can't stay. I just can't."

Once she'd left, contact grew ever more sporadic until by the time she'd been gone a year, emails went unanswered, texts unread, voicemail messages never returned.

By then, Central City had become unbearable enough that when Cisco said, "I got a job in Coast City," Caitlin had simply said, "When do we leave?"

Maybe it was their own fault for letting Barry become the center of their lives, to the point that when they lost him, those lives collapsed. Looking at Iris now, Caitlin awoke to a fresh sense of her own good fortune, that she'd had Cisco with her as they sought a new life together. Iris had been alone in Metropolis except for a little girl who only knew that her whole world had been upended.

Cisco broken the leaden silence. "What do you want, Iris? Why are you here, after all this time?"

She turned to face them, her face set. "I didn't know where else to go."

The hard expression on Cisco's face softened. "What happened?"

"Nora's gone."

She felt her throat go cold and her stomach twist. "Gone?"

"Not dead!" Iris said. "Not - I don't think - " She shut her eyes, pressing her lips together. "She lives in Central City now. She's a CSI with the CCPD."

"Just like Barry," Cisco breathed.

"I thought that would be enough for her. But when I talked to Ralph a couple of months ago, he told me she's been patrolling. She has a mask and a suit - she calls herself XS."

Cisco made a face. "Like, Extra Small?”

"Like Excess, honey," Caitlin said. "Right?"

"When she was little, I used to tell her she couldn't do everything to excess. Apparently she decided to prove me wrong."

"Where did she get the suit?" Cisco looked vaguely insulted that Nora hadn’t called on him, for suit or name.

"The Flash museum," Iris said. "The suit I wore for one day. You remember?”

“Oh right!” Caitlin said. “I do.”

“Yeah. Except the display case is empty, and when I asked them about it, they gave me a whole load of excuses about how it needed restoring."

"Excuse me," Cisco said. "It barely got a day of wear and every one of Barry's suits looks fresh as a goddamn daisy - "

"I know what bullshit smells like. Obviously, they gave it to her."

"So she has a name and a suit," Caitlin said. "Following in Barry's footsteps in every way."

"Seems like it," Iris said. "But now she's - I haven't heard from her in weeks."

"Weeks?"

Iris had gotten wildly overprotective after Barry's disappearance, as if the speed force might reach out and snatch Nora, too. She'd needed to know where her daughter was every minute. How had that relationship devolved to the point where it took weeks of no-contact for Iris to get worried?

"We don't talk much anymore," Iris said, her eyes sliding away again. "She blames me. For taking her away from Central City. From her father."

Caitlin shook her head disbelievingly. "You didn't take her away from her father. The speed force took him from all of us."

"But we never went back. I couldn't. Not even when she moved there. That whole town is a memorial to him. It's horrific."

"The Flash museum is quite something," Caitlin allowed.

"It's not just the museum," Iris said. "There are statues, did you know that? The park was renamed, I think there's a couple of streets - "

"Every time you turned around, he was there," Caitlin said.

Iris nodded mutely.

While Caitlin wouldn't have called it horrific, Central City had still been a tsunami of memories the few times they'd gone back. While it was hard, it was nice in a way, too. Caitlin couldn't fathom the depth of pain that must have kept Iris away from her childhood home and the family that still lived there.

Iris cleared her throat. "Anyway," she said. "When I realized how long it had been, I tried to get in touch, but I couldn't raise her. When I checked with him, Ralph said he hadn't seen her around lately. She took a sabbatical from work, her social media is dead silent, and her place looks - well, abandoned is the only word."

"You have a key?" Maybe Iris's relationship with her daughter wasn't as grim as all that.

Iris snorted, sounding for a moment like her old self. "The day I can't sweet-talk some underappreciated building super into letting me into an apartment is the day I hang up my press pass."

Caitlin found herself smiling.

"Anyway, he probably would have opened the door for anyone who promised to pay her back rent. She was two months late." She twisted her necklace in her fingers.

"Did you find anything in her apartment?"

"Besides dust and a disgusting refrigerator? She had information on her dad everywhere. Timelines in chalk, articles all over the wall - it looked like Barry's murder board. You know, the one he had for his mom? She was obsessed."

"What do you think happened to her?"

She shook her head. "I don't know anything for sure. But she had a bunch of calculations on time travel."

"You think she went back," Cisco said, getting it before Caitlin did. "To see her dad."

"I hope she did," Iris said. "The other options are - they don't bear thinking about."

The same things Caitlin feared for Rebecca rose up again in her head, with the happy little girl they’d known long ago at the center of the nightmare scenarios.

Tangled with the wrong meta. Captured by traffickers. Kept prisoner somewhere.

And one more, specific to speedsters: Caught in the speedforce, next to Barry.

Cisco’s face had fallen into somber lines. "If she went back, maybe we saw her back then. Do you have a picture?"

Iris tapped her watch and held out her wrist. A holo sprang to life of a pretty young woman with a big smile. There was something in the curve of her cheek like Iris, something in the tilt of her head like Barry. "This is the most recent. From her FaceGram. Do either of you guys remember ever encountering her in the old days? Even once?"

Caitlin had to shake her head. "No."

"Maybe she watched us from afar," Cisco offered. "I mean, time travel does screw things up, and her research would have told her that. Maybe she was careful, trying to minimize her impact, and we didn't notice her."

"She might have tried. But I know my girl." Iris's chin trembled. "Eventually, she would have given in to temptation and wanted to meet Barry face-to-face. And he never would have kept that from me."

"You got anything of hers?" Cisco asked. "Let's rule out some possibilities first."

Iris reached in her purse and pulled out an earring, passing it over. He took it out of the ziploc baggie and sat on the arm of the couch, concentrating.

After three decades of practice, he was very good at it. His eyes popped open within a minute or so, and he looked at Iris. "She's not anywhere in this time or this universe," he said.

"Oh my god," Iris said.

"That's actually better news than it sounds like."

"How?"

"Well, first-off, it actually confirms she did go back in time." He got to his feet and tapped the wall. "House, screen."

A screen popped up on the wall, several dancing Pokemon frolicking around to a blast of peppy music. He blushed. "Ha-ha, Rebecca must have left her game running, the little stinker."

While his back was turned, Caitlin shook her head. Iris raised her brows and pointed surreptitiously at Cisco, and Caitlin laughed silently and nodded. Iris put her hand over her mouth to hide the smile.

For a moment it felt like no time had passed at all.

Cisco shut down the Pokemon game and brought up a whiteboard app that he wrote on with the tip  of his finger. "So, we know new universes are created when a timeline diverges." He drew a line, then made it fork, sending one upward and one downwards. "We're here." He indicated the top line, then ran his finger back to where it forked. "This is where Nora jumped back to."

"When is it?" Iris asked, leaning forward.

"No idea," Cisco said. "But her being there created this divergence."

Caitlin nodded, catching his drift. "No matter how careful she was, she would've changed things just by her presence. Maybe she got in line at Jitters and made someone behind her miss the train they would have caught. Maybe she crossed against the light and forced someone to brake, where if they hadn't slowed down, they would have had a fatal accident at the next intersection. There's so many little things that we do every day and we don't even know how they change the world."

"And by changing the world, she created a new one." He traced the lower fork to the end. "So that universe is here, running parallel to this one. That's why I can't find her."

Iris blinked. "Yeah," she said. "That makes . . . sense. Okay."

"I can jump to other universes easy peasy, but it's a lot harder to jump back and forth along the timeline," Cisco said. "I'll do my best, but I don't know if I can go back to retrieve her."

"It's not about retrieval," Iris said. "I just want to know that she's safe. And not caught somewhere in time, or in - " Her face twisted with anger. "In the speed force. If she's with Barry in the past, he'll take care of her, but she doesn't know what she's doing."

"Well, none of us ever did when it came to time travel," Cisco said, narrowing his eyes at the forking timelines.

"No, I mean as a speedster."

Caitlin whipped her head around so fast her neck popped. "What do you mean? Didn't her powers come in with puberty?" That was what they saw with most second and even now third-generation metas, who inherited a metagene rather than having it change them after they were grown.

"They did," Iris said. "Around thirteen or fourteen. But I would never let her use them."

Cisco gaped at her. "She's - what, twenty-five?"

"Twenty-six, honey," Caitlin said. "Her birthday is the month before Rebecca's."

"Right, right. That's like half her life.”

“I know that,” Iris said defensively. “But there's plenty of heroes now. You two, and Ralph, and others. It's not like when the accelerator first exploded. Nora didn't need to put on a suit and risk her skin every day. She could have had a normal life."

"Is that what she wanted?"

"She was a kid. She didn't know what it could be like. The secrets and the lies and the danger -  Anyway, there was plenty of time. There was always plenty of time. I kept telling her, next year. Next year."

It sounded a little too familiar for Caitlin’s comfort. "You must've given in at some point," she said. "You said she was patrolling now."

"No,” Iris said. “I didn’t. I think she's trying to figure it out on her own. From displays at the Flash museum and home experimentation."

Cisco opened his mouth, then rethought whatever he'd been about to say.

Iris knew that was dangerous. She knew how hard it had been for Barry to master his powers even with their support and the technology at Star Labs. A rogue speedster trying to teach herself - what kind of catastrophes could she embroil herself in?

And how had Iris let it get to that point?

Their old friend touched her watch again, looking sadly at the beaming girl. "I couldn't lose her," she said in a cracking voice. "I'd already lost Barry. If Nora never developed her powers, then the speed force couldn't get her. I guess that's really what I thought."

Cisco met Caitlin's eyes again, then looked away.

"And then the day after she graduated high school, she packed everything she owned into her car and moved to CCU." She put her hand over her eyes. "You know what's funny? The speed force didn't do anything. It didn't have to. I lost her before she ever started running."

"Iris,"  Caitlin whispered. "Oh, Iris." She got to her feet and crossed the room to put her hand on Iris's shaking shoulder.

At her touch, Iris dropped her hand. Her eyes were red and wet. "If she's with her dad, she's finally getting all the support and training that I could never bring myself to give her. I don't want to drag her back. I just need to know she's okay."

"Of course," Caitlin said.

Two and a half decades ago, she would have reached out to hug the other woman. But that had been a long time ago. So she just rubbed Iris's shoulder a little bit and dropped her hand.

"We'll do everything we can," Cisco said. "But Iris, can I be honest with you?"

"Please," she said.

"This isn't a ten minute job. Basically what I have to do is sort through all the multiverses until I figure out which one she created, then vibe backwards along the timeline to figure out when she went back to." He frowned. "Or maybe the other way around?"

"I knew it was a big ask when I came. I'm just grateful that you're willing to try."

"What are friends for?"

Iris managed a smile and checked her watch. "I think I've missed the last train back to Metropolis," she said. "Do you know any good hotels around here that I can stay the night?"

"You can stay here," Caitlin said immediately.

"Oh, god, no, I couldn't do that. Just turn up on your doorstep and expect you to put me up?"

"You're not imposing, I promise. We want you here. It's been so long. We can catch up a little. You can meet our daughter."

"Honestly," Cisco said. "We'd love to have you. Please."

She looked between the two of them. "Well," she said. "In that case - I'd love to stay."

"Great," Caitlin said. "I'll show you the guest bedroom. Let you get settled in."

"And I'll get to work," Cisco said. "Have you got access to any of her research? Any of her cloud passwords?"

"Oh, this might help," Iris said, reaching in her purse and pulling out a box about the size of the old smartphones they all used to carry around. "Nora's home computer. The password is Bartholomew."

Cisco whistled, reaching out to take it. "Damn, girl, you earned those Pulitzers."

"You bet I did," Iris said.

"We were so proud," Caitlin said, leading the way up the stairs. "When we heard."

"I've been hearing about you," Iris said, following her. "Frost and Vibe, Coast City's very own superhero power couple."

Caitlin laughed a little. "We try." She suddenly realized something. "Do you have any bags or anything? I can't believe I forgot to ask."

"No, nothing," Iris said. "When I realized what she'd done, I went right to the train station."

"Well, I can loan you something." Although they'd never been the same size, or for that matter, the same style. "Or Amazon DroneDrop knows this house pretty well. You can use our account if you need."

"Oh, it's fine, I've got one. I think I'll do that."

"Okay," Caitlin said. "So, this is the guest room, that's the house wifi password on the chalkboard there, and we haven't eaten dinner yet, so that should be maybe an hour? Do you have any dietary restrictions? Cisco does most of the cooking, he can work around just about anything."

"No," Iris said, looking a little dazed at the sudden rush of hospitality. "No, I'll eat anything. It's fine. Thank you." She set her purse on the bed, looking around the neat, bright room.

"Okay," Caitlin said. "Well. I - " She twisted her wedding ring. "I'll leave you to get settled. The bathroom is right down the hall."

Iris said softly, "Thank you so much, Caitlin. For everything."

She wasn't sure how to answer that, so she went with the truth. "It really is so good to see you again."

"You too."

She started to leave, then paused and came back in. "If you hear thumping on the roof," she said, "it's - " She paused, trying to think how to explain. "It's okay, it's fine."

Iris, already pulling up Amazon on her wrist screen, looked up, brows lifted. "Rebecca?" she said.

"Yeah."

She nodded once, the nod of a woman who'd seen a lot of metahumans in her lifetime and wasn't particularly surprised at anything anymore.

Caitlin went downstairs again and found Cisco swiping through screens. He'd clearly gotten into Nora's computer and hooked it up to the house wifi. "Damn, she's got a lot of stuff in here," he said by way of greeting. "But I think I might have found something with this 2017 folder."

She glanced at the documents spread out on the wall. "It does look promising," she said. "But we can get back to it. We need to talk about our daughter right now."

He paused, then minimized the screen with a swipe of his finger and turned in his chair. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, we do."

The proximity alarm on the roof went off half an hour later.  Cisco and Caitlin glanced at each other, then both got up and headed up the stairs. This called for a family meeting.

Rebecca didn't notice them until she'd climbed back in her open window and folded her wings. They went translucent and sank into her skin until they looked like a large, elaborate linework tattoo spread across her shoulder blades.

She hadn't been allowed to wear tank tops since they had appeared, but she'd bought some on the sly and hid them under her mattress, which had successfully fooled Caitlin for all of ten minutes. She wore one now, a white racerback tank with ample room for her wings to flex. Between that, the wing marks, and the thick dark hair that she wore buzzed close to her scalp, she looked tough and punky, powerful and indomitable.

Caitlin could remember all the times she'd come sobbing to her with some small injury. Mama fix it, fix it Mama.

She looked up and jumped. "God! You guys! I told you not to come in my room when I'm not here."

"First off," Cisco said, leaning ostentatiously on the wall just outside her door, "we're not in your room. And second of all, you're not exactly in a position to be making demands, traviesa."

"Since you are here," Caitlin said, "we're coming in."

Rebecca started to protest, but Caitlin just leveled her most no-nonsense look, and her daughter folded, grumbling. She climbed onto the end of her bed and sat scowling.

Cisco leaned back against the window, looking thunderous. When she caught his expression, Rebecca narrowed her eyes and folded her arms.

Caitlin bit back a sigh.

It was hard to see them like this. Rebecca had always been a daddy's girl, giggling and conspiring with Cisco. But the first day she'd leapt into the air and done a loop-de-loop over their heads, then landed to see the look of horror on his face, their relationship had started to crumble.

But they had to get through this first. Then maybe they could start patching things up. So she said, "Would you like to explain what happened, young lady?"

"Nothing happened," she muttered.

"Right, because I got there," Cisco said.

"I thought we were clear the last time," Caitlin said. "You are not to go out looking for trouble."

"I was taking a shortcut!"

"Oh, and your shortcut just happened to include the park with the highest crime rate in the city? Try again," Cisco invited.

"You never said I couldn't go there."

"We never said you couldn't put on a raw-meat bikini and go swimming with sharks, either, because we didn't think we had to!"

Caitlin felt they were in danger of spiraling into another father-daughter shouting match. "Enough," she said. "You went out today hoping to use your powers, which you know we don't want you to do. And we know you're frustrated and you want to flex your wings and you want to help. But that's not the way."

"But - " Rebecca started.

"Because we also know who else is out there," Cisco said. "And what they're capable of. And believe me, sweetheart, there's not a single one of them who would take it easy on you because you're still in high school."

Rebecca's chin jutted. "I don't want them to take it easy on me. I'm not a baby."

Caitlin went and sat next to her, pulling her close. Rebecca's body was rigid and unyielding in the circle of her arm. "No," she said. "You're not. But, mijita, you're not an adult, either. You're still young, you're still coming into your powers, and you're more vulnerable than you think."

Rebecca gave her a little sideways look. Caitlin wondered if she'd had the time to get scared in that park before Cisco had swooped in and given her someone to shout at.

Cisco went down on his knees in front of her, looking up into her face. "And if anything happened to you, your mom and I couldn't bear it. We've lost a lot of people in our lives, but you - that would be worse than all of the others combined."

She kept her face turned away from her dad, her hand lifting to fiddle with Caitlin's necklace the way she'd done since she was a baby. "You always tell me to be proud of who I am, but you won't let me be who I am."

The words hit Caitlin in the chest like a punch. For a moment she couldn't breathe, much less reply. Cisco looked just as devastated as she felt.

"We're trying," he said finally. "We know you want to use your powers, but we want you to learn how safely and gradually."

Not like either of us, Caitlin added ruefully, in her head.

"When am I going to get to do that, though?" she asked.

She clearly hadn't expected an answer, but Caitlin said, "Your dad and I did some talking, and we've come up with a plan that might work for all of us."

Rebecca lifted her head, looking cautious. "Wait, really?"

"First of all," she said, holding up her finger, "for today's little stunt, you're grounded. For a month."

"How does that work for me?"

"It works because it's not two months," Caitlin said.

Rebecca started to say something, saw the look in her eyes, and clearly reconsidered. She shut her mouth, her lower lip sliding out just a touch.

"During your grounding, you're going to be training with your powers. And afterwards, you're going to start patrolling."

She sat up straight. "Training? Patrolling? You mean it?" She gave Cisco a quick look.

"This is against my better judgement," Cisco said, scowling. "But you need to learn sometime, and clearly if we don't teach you, you'll teach yourself."

Rebecca let out a squeak and rocked forward to hug him. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you, Daddy."

His arms came around her, holding tight, his face full of emotion.

She pulled away to hug Caitlin around the neck. "Thank you, Mama. This is so ultra-schway!"

Caitlin pressed her cheek to her daughter's duckling-fuzz head. They didn't get hugs like this very much anymore.

"Ground rules," she said, straightening up and looking into her daughter's face. "You're with one of us at all times until we decide you're ready to be on your own."

Her face fell a little bit, but she nodded.

"School comes first," Cisco said. "No patrolling on school nights, your grades stay at B or above, all your homework and studying gets finished before you go out."

"And no patrolling during finals," Caitlin added.

"But Mama, what if - "

"None," Caitlin said.

"Nada," Cisco reiterated. "And finally, you're going to take a martial arts class. Hand-to-hand of some kind, we'll figure one out."

"Wait," Rebecca said. "Like, a class with other kids?"

"Other kids, maybe adults. Which means no wings."

"What's the point of that?"

"You can't fly away from every attacker, angelita. There's always going to be one who brings you down, so you need to learn to fight on the ground too."

"Okay," she said reluctantly. "I guess. Can we start training tonight? I have suit ideas. I want to show you my suit ideas." She grabbed her computer off her desk and was pulling up a folder on the wall when Caitlin held up a hand.

"Tomorrow's soon enough. We've got a house guest."

She looked like they'd suddenly started speaking Greek. "A what?"

"Not a what, a who. An old friend who dropped in unexpectedly. So you've got your choice tonight. You can either help me clean up the living room and set the table, or you'll help Dad with dinner."

Rebecca chewed her lip. "I can help Dad with dinner," she said.

Cisco blinked, then rallied. "All right. It's chicken enchilada night, so get downstairs and pull four - " He paused, eying her. Whenever she flew, her appetite doubled. "Make that five chicken breasts out of the freezer to thaw."

Rebeca reached for the hoodie hanging from her bedpost, and Caitlin said, "You don't have to wear that tonight if you don't want to."

She paused, her eyes going big. "But - my - " She touched her shoulder where the tip of a black feather showed on her skin.

"Iris West-Allen is an old friend," Caitlin said. "She's known us a long time. All about us. We'd like her to get to know you, too."

"Oh," Rebecca said, eyes still wide. She considered her hoodie, then picked it up, tying it around her waist, where she could pull it on easily if she didn't feel like showing her shoulders and back.

She slid out of her room, pausing for the briefest second at the open door of the guest room to glance in. Then she was gone down the stairs.

Cisco let out his breath. "You sure about this?" he asked, sliding his arm around Caitlin's waist.

She rested her head against his. "Honestly? No. But she's got to start somewhere."

He nuzzled her hairline. "I still don't know what we're going to do with this kid of ours."

She kissed him. "Right now? You're going to go make chicken enchiladas together."

FINIS

#Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #Iris West #killervibe #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #fanfiction #probably has about 24 hours to be jossed #shrug #the flash

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Fanfic trope meme

Apologies to those of you who see this for a third time, as I’ve crossposted it to both LJ and Pillowfort. Feel free to comment over on there (or my other posts) if you like. And of course, feel free to grab this one and do it yourself, if you like.

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Grabbed this meme from a couple of people on LJ. It's... well, apparently about fanfic tropes. Some of them more terrifying than others.

I have written:

-Hurt/comfort (Yeah, baby! Most of my fic is this.)

-Body swapping (Sort of? Souls slipping into each other's bodies for a bit? Jaffar feeling what Yassamin feels? Sex swap, I've definitely done.)

-Soulmate identifying marks (tattoo, red thread of fate, etc) (I have! The Throne of Solomon. And maybe The Past Forgotten counts, in its way. I may have written more, but I forget.)

-Snowed-in cabin/isolated together for extended period of time (The Jaffar/Pwinzezz Cavefic!)

-Found families (I guess the Samarkand gang counts for poor old Fadl? Even if Jaffar *is* his brother, so technically it is his family. But he does have his religious congregation and Zainab, and is... well, he always does seem to be seeking something, so he's the kind of guy to go for this trope.)

-Fairy tale/mythology AU (And not just when I am  writing in *actual* fairytale/mythology fandoms. Which I am doing most of the time, what with Thief of Bagdad being a 1001 Nights fanfic anyway. So I'm writing fanfic about a fanfic of some age-old RPF (fantasy AU!) about historical figures from the late 700s/early 800s...)

-Enemies  to friends to lovers (Yes, please! Aplenty. I'm surprised that  enemyslash/FoeYay/Hero(ine)/Villain(ess), whatever you want to call it,  isn't mentioned on this list.)

-Characters swap roles AU (Uh... I've written sexual switching in some isolated chapters? Like when Laura  briefly doms Torsten in The Fall of Angels, to help him get over some traumas?)

-Friends to lovers (With RPS, Veidtbone in particular, and Theta/Koschei. This also seems to happen whenever I write femslash.)

-Magical  connection (telepathy, etc) (Doctor/Master basically ruined me for all  my other ships what with their telepathic ability. So that now, it feels less interesting for me to write love/sex that *doesn't* have telepathy.)

-Fake dating/fake marriage accidentally turns into feelings (see next trope)

-Royals/political marriage turns into feelings (These last two are pretty much the same thing in ToB, as I've had Yassamin marry Jaffar a couple of times--like The Past Forgotten and The King's White Falcon, but without him laying a hand on her for up to a year, until she finally grows a brain and realises how loveworthy he is after all.)

-Seemingly unrequited pining (Emphasis on the "seemingly." Jaffar's unrequited   pining is painful enough in the movie, so there's no point in making him  suffer any more.)

-Accidentally fell in love with the mission target (Well, *kind of,* what with Torsten. Lars-Erik was definitely his mission target in the original film, and at the start of Because The World Belongs to the Devil, he made no bones about having wanted to kill Laura Erika [the teenage girl version of Lars-Erik in this AU, to those of you just joining in] when she was born.)

-They break up (but then they get back together) (With Jaffar/Fadl.  Fadl's stormed off in a huff at least twice in the past. And Doctor/Master is always the same old on-off car crash, isn't it? Although this is not a favourite trope of mine, as the setup would usually necessitate them being an existing couple in the first place,  and I tend to not write canon or "plausibly lovers" ships because   they're already happily together. What do Two and Jamie, Holmes and   Watson etc. need me for? They're already as good as married. Let them have their happiness.)

-Supernatural creature/human romance (Sort of. I've written Time Lords/humans, humans/djinn at least. And surely wizards count as supernatural romance, anyway?)

-Reincarnation/'25  Lives' AU (What's with the 25 lives? Is this some big fandom thing again? One of the darkest, most fucked-up fics I ever wrote was the Master killing the Doctor during sex and fucking him as he regenerated around him. As you do. And there's reincarnation in one of my Jaffar/Pwinzezz fics,  but I won't spoil it for the new readers by telling you which one it is.)

-Selfcest (possibly due to time travel) (I am scratching my head trying to remember when I wrote this and in which fandom, but I have the distinct feeling I've written it. I've certainly whacked off to  that World Of Simm!Masters clusterfuck what with the pink dress so many  times I... I think I broke two clit buzzers during that time. I've certainly drawn it. And drawn some Connies on Connies. And then there's, of course, Sarosh the Sexbot  who's a clone of Jaffar, looks-wise, but he is very distinctly just a robot, not a living character as such--not the sort with which you could  have a real, interpersonal dynamic. My problem with selfcest, in general, is that I like having that character dynamic--and that requires  the characters to be different from one another. If it's two characters  that are too similar--if they fulfill a similar role in the canons--it's hard to create a dynamic between them and to make it   interesting.)

-Polyamory (Swinging away ALL the bloody time with the Roses!Jaffar and Yassamin, and Torsten/Laura. Sometimes I miss the monogamous 'verses.)

-Amnesia (I've got a post-movie "Jaffar comes  back from the dead" WIP I'll probs never finish, because it doesn't seem to get off the ground. If I wrote this trope, I would have the characters gradually regain memory, though; complete mind-wipes are   horrid. I did have Handy lose the majority of his cognitive/motor/Timey skills in No More  and that was the main reason I had to... well, I'm not going to spoil it if someone hasn't read it yet, but it wasn't the cheeriest of fics. The Past Forgotten *sort of* has this, but I don't want to spoil as to how that happens.)

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I could write:

-Daemons (Why the archaic spelling? I have written djinn, so I almost put this in the 'have written' section. I can't remember if I actually *have* written real demons, because I might have. Surely, Torsten counts...)

-'Everyone is evil'/mirrorverse AU (Well, mostly, if I want to explore "evil"   characters, I write about those types of characters in the first place, without having to turn anyone evil. Devilry is the 'verse for that. Hell, usually it's the other way around; I try to look for the human elements of the baddies, or at least explore their logic--what makes them tick, what makes them the way they are. So, IDK, I could've also   put this in the "unlikely to ever write" section.)

-And they were roommates! (This would be terrible and also hilarious, whatever characters ended up becoming my victims. Even if I'm more interested in those hurt/comfort plots, overall. And I have always found it *impossible* to live under the same roof with other people because I need peace and quiet and solitude too much. So this is almost a bit too much like the sorts of negative RL experiences I don't really want to get more of in fic.  But I *could* write it as a comedy for cheap lols, especially if the stress were resolved by hot bonking, ASAP.)

-'They  all work in an office' AU (Otherwise, I would've put this in the "just  no" category, but... the Barmakids were civil servants. So I *could*   write Jaffar and Fadl drowning in paperwork--"WHY DID WE EVER introduce paper into THIS EMPIRE?!?" and cursing their fates and Jaffar restraining Fadl from braining Harun al-Rashid with a paperweight. Same with Lina doing Zainab's books and trying to hold back The Fist of Death when Fadl carelessly drops a piece of his lunch over her perfectly calligraphied accounting.)

-'Falling for a coworker/teammate is a bad idea' except this is fiction so it works out (Maybe. Just maybe. But it'd also be in a medieval ToB context.)

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I will probably never write:

-'Groundhog  Day'/karmic time loop (I just never got the appeal of this. Sounds like the sort of thing experimental writers would like? The sorts who really  like filling in bingo cards and challenge lists?)

-Vampires/werewolves  AU (I'm not that big on either. Super-unpopular opinion coming up: I prefer sex to the sublimation of it that vampires are often all about; bloodsucking in lieu of sex, and/or being seen as way better than sex just always feel to me like a cheap cop-out from writers who are disappointed in sex, or afraid of it. I've never grokked it any more   than that stupid, stupid "chocolate is better than sex" quip from women who don't know what masturbation is--yes, it fucking well is sex, TYVM! I much prefer to make partnered sex better than it is IRL by adding supernatural stuff like telepathy to *that*. Immortality alone is interesting to explore, as are Gothic themes, but all the usual themes that vampires *specifically* usually represent just... either hold little interest for me, or then, I can explore them in other ways.)

-'Pride  and Prejudice' AU (I don't hate Jane Austen, but it's not my fandom. That kind of society stuff and being witty over teacups in bonnets has never really been my thing--if anything, I usually have my characters exist in their own bubble, isolated from society and its restrictive mores and social stresses.)

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JUST NO!

-Coffee  house AU/food service AU (AUGH! Please, no coffeeshop AUs for me; the world is full of them already. Maybe I could write it as some terrible, short parody? Or doodle it? But no more than that.)

-Hogwarts AU (Haven't read HP. Young Adult isn't really my genre. I know, I know; I've just lost all my WLW cred.)

-High  school/university AU (I've done Time Lord Academy-era stuff with Doctor/Master, but I expect this means a sort of American high school/university AU with jocks and cheerleaders and shit. Hell, no. Again, the exact sort of horrid society stuff I would rather have my characters escape from.)

-Adopting/raising a baby (Erm, not unless you count Jaffar/Yassamin adopting a cheetah? They do have kids in some 'verses but there's none of that everyday baby stuff that this question/trope probably implies. I'm squicked by   babies, sorry.)

-Unusually specific occupation AU, like, the Author clearly has the same job (It worries me that this is, by virtue of its inclusion here, apparently seen as normal and acceptable..? When it's crap fanfic, inserting yourself into something that should be about the *established* characters instead. Jesus, I don't want to go in expecting a fanfic, and then find out it’s your diary instead! Unless you're Anaïs Nin. And even if you really *do* want to write about yourself, then just... write original fic? An autobiography? A blog? Write an OC that has your job. Don't do this false advertising where you insist it's fanfic when it's not. That's a dick move towards your readers.)

-Loyalty kink (see next trope)

-Alpha/beta/omega (Too creepy. I can write about piss, shit, incest, necrophilia and cannibalism, but not these last two. Any more than I can glorify the Nazis I've written about; I either take the piss out of them, as with Strasser, or just step outside of their politics and bring them into the land of happy sexings like with von Kolb, with the aim of dragging him out of that madness and leaving it behind.)

-Hot single parent(s) (Please. Rundvik: "You love children." Torsten: "I loooooathe themm.")

-Unrequited pining (Too much of an emotional squick. Has to be requited. I write fanfic to fix things, to avenge wrongs, to set things right. I don't write them to make the characters more miserable than they already are. Unless it's for temporary, character-development purposes, that is.)

#writing #meta #personal #meme #and no #idk what's up with the extra spaces in the formatting either