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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year
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every wednesday I remember about LBAF new chapter at 7pm when I am either neck deep in shit or about to take a nap and just stare into space for a while knowing I wont be able to liveblog
BUT IT IS FRIDAY AND IT IS 11 SOMETHING AND I AM VERY TIRED BUT I NEED TO DO THIS SO LET'S GO
okay but brain tired I dont remember anything from the prev chapter. Except Nico. That was something else
why is he stressed...what did I miss?
OMG YEAHHH THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY
omg chairman is DRESSED UP
So, here he was, wearing a white kurta with sequins and shit.
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damn.
OH RIGHT THE KISS
I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT LMAO
yeah secrets are not secrets in this household
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Murder, arson, violence :)
Also, would I kill Marcus on site? Yes. Am I attracted to crazy smart assholes who would burn the world down and just intelligence in general? ...yes. I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF-
Not excusing the shit he did though of course not.
HE IS GETTING MARRIED YOU GUYS I CANNOT BELIEVE
He wondered if he should sit down and talk to bapak about it. Maybe he should check if bapak wasn’t having an immortality crisis while Max was growing up and Rafe was getting married.
omg...
also Lucifer and shadow demons are definitely coming up in this fic. And Nico saw some future glimpse about the LBs which is why he told magnus to take care of them or sum shit. Oh and the Logan (?) guy with mal is the warlock. Also poison theory confirmed! -Leftover thoughts from Tuesday
just kill her now and end it. sigh
Max ignored that. “First…I think she has feelings for me.”
Really Max? You think?
And then he thought, if anyone other than David kisses me ever again, I will set myself on fire.
Oh damn. OH DAMN
pull..?
I dont like this...
“I…I can’t live without him,” Max whispered.
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SHUT THE FUCK UP LEAVE ME ALONE
this is sad. I shall now cry
is this foreshadowing? to there being a way for this?'
“If a solution doesn’t exist,” Max said. “Then I will create one myself.”
I...FUCK
ABIGAIL OMG SHE IS EATING GRASS
Abigail is literally the best character in here
New beginnings are so beautiful
Okay but I know we're all worried for the entire mavid drama rn but I am particularly worried about lexi and liv.
they cant communicate. That's it. It was an issue when they first got "together" and then when they finally actually got together and it has clearly not changed one bit. Right now it's about moving in together, what will it be next? I remember thinking it was a little funny in part 1 and 2 but it's just concerning now. How will they work in the long term like this? Relationships cannot be built on miscommunications.
Anyway.
Need to see jace and gabriel bonding please and thank you. Jace's fears are totally valid though but I feel like he needs to actually get to know Gabriel.
He knew Magnus was struggling with his immortality lately.
oh :(
GIGI SAID OKAY IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER
omg MALEC AS GRANDPARENTS HJSAUIDIUIJLF
I love diego and alec so much
He saw two girls running across Angel Square, holding hands and trading soft kisses. Unafraid. Unbothered.
Beautiful.
Alec did this <3
“It’s called sexual tension, dad, jeez,” Max had scoffed when Alec had voiced his surprise.
YES!
the blackouts...fuck
oh we had one yesterday! not a magical one but it was in the middle of my nap...
They had an alliance. They protected each other. They helped each other.T hey trusted each other.
I am so proud of him too <3
Would literally die for him
Why was everyone taking so long to get ready? How long did it take to put something on? Five minutes???
DUDE??? WHAT??
Whenever I have to get ready for something, I kick everyone (my brother) from my room and lock the door for a good hour or 2. We just hosted a dinner last week...HOW THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE YOU 5 MINUTES-
“I know she is safe with you. I know however much I love her; Rafael loves her twice as much. Maybe thrice. I have no doubt that he will be a good husband. But Anjali is not just gaining a husband. She is gaining a whole new family.” “And I will protect her as I protect the rest of them,” Alec promised. “That’s all I needed to know,” Diego let out a deep exhale.
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Just...no words
no warlocks here...fuck
magnus? you good?
FUCKING WARLOCK MATH
but like...damn he can do math...damn...
me @ me:
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10?? 15?? DUDE??
oh my god his OUTFIT I WILL DIE
oh my god they're wearing a lehnga...fuckkkkkkkk
uhhkdhdshjds women
FUCK FUCK FUCK THE OUTFITS I WILL DIE OMG DAVID SELENA AND LEXI FUCK
i will actually pass out they are all so hot
Selena chuckled, realizing that this meant David had probably tried to take selfies with Chopin before.
proof or it didn't happen
I NEED THE MEHNDI DESIGNS BTW
LMAO SOON??? MEHNDI??? HILARIOUS JOKE SELENA
Gabriel...OH MY GOD
sigh...jace be nice
oh yeah logan YOUNG. and they are TWINS
She thought of all the young warlocks in the blacked out cities. They must be terrified of not being able to access their magic. She hoped they felt safe enough to reach out to their institutes.
omg...
GABRIEL AND SELENA OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CUTE
the signal's been down for that long...?
fuck
also do not climb the twoers
FUCK
THE DEVICE
FUCK FUCK FUCK
I WILL KILL SOMEONE
“Anjali said the ceremony lasts past midnight,” Rafael informed. “So, you’re gonna stay put and play nice.”
Yeah! Welcome to a desi wedding, my loves <3
Today was about him. Him and his amor. Fuck everyone else.
HELL YEAH
his magic...the device
oh :( nooo that's so sad
they should be able to choose their own suggens properly
they're all so BEAUTIFUL
ABBY DO NOT EAT MEHNDI JHJDKFJD
What’s with all the gorgeous women today?
DUDE I KNOW RIGHT??
omg she's beautiful...
“Did you know that the colour of the mehndi has a deeper meaning?” Anjali’s mother asked him. “The darker it is, the happier your marriage will be.” “No pressure,” Rafael chuckled as he looked at Anjali. “Your hands better be red when you wash the mehndi off.”
THEM <333
She knew how to take his dreams and make them come true.
This!! oh my god this!!
I have a feeling something will go wrong
gun
ANJALI NO NO NO FUCK
ANJALI WHAT HAPPENED
I HAVE NO SCROLLED PAST THE FIRST "anjali"
I WILL DIE
NO
OH MY GOD
DIEGO AND DIVYA
FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK
nope nuh uh I am done goodbye
marcus. fucking marcus.
I...oh my fucking god...
THE MEMES IN THIS ONE KILLED ME.
ps - all of yall lusting after the white kurta has me cackling lol.
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Me: supposed to be spending my day sorting out stuff so I can hopefully do my masters this year
Also me: spends the entire morning writing 3k of fanfic instead
I haven’t written fanfic since 2014????? It was one 2k fic. It wasn’t good. Send help.
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gerec · 2 years
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Gerec’s Favorite Fics - 2021
I thought I would wait until after Secret Mutant Reveals to post this but I think I'll just do a separate post! Anyway, these are my personal faves of 2021!!!
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and we can be pirates by faerie_ground
“Kitty,” Charles says reasonably, “it can’t be that bad, can it?”
“DEFCON FIVE, CHARLES!” Kitty screams into the receiver, temporarily deafening Charles, before cutting the call.
Or Erik is the very scary CEO of his successful business and Charles is his childhood best friend who's the only one who can calm him down.
Playing House by ClarkeStetler, Goosenik
Erik Lehnsherr has been 'fighting for mutant rights' for the last couple years. Some might call it terrorism, but those people were narrow-minded. Unfortunately, this means that when Magda Maximoff died, no one was able to locate him to let him know that his children were without a guardian. Charles Xavier was selected as their foster parent instead, and had been doing an excellent job for the past year. Erik is back now and has no intention of being separated from his children, but working together for the kids is easier said than done.
A River Casts No Shadow by kianspo
This is a coda to the Marriage Bargain, and it takes place over 70 years after the events of the main fic. Charles and Erik's children, most notably David, reflect on the true nature of their parents' feelings for each other and learn to let go.
invisible string by soetry (WIP)
“We’re just raising a child together,” Erik snapped. “Relax about it.”
in which charles xavier and erik lehnsherr were political opponents until they had to become allies until they horrifically became best friends and then accepted being awesome co-dads and everyone needs to calm down about it. especially them themselves.
Until You Make It by AndreaDTX
Erik Lehnsherr, the junior senator from New York, is a once-in-a-generation political wunderkind. There are even murmurs of a potential bid for President. But at 34, as a young, unmated Alpha, even his most fervent supporters are wary. Finding a bondmate would give him a far greater air of credibility. But dating as a well-known politician is public relations nightmare waiting to happen with no guarantee of finding the right person. Raven, Erik’s campaign manager, has a solution: her brother, Charles Xavier.
Charles has finally found his niche, researching genetic mutations in relative anonymity. Then he gets a call from his sister asking an impossibly huge favor. He's the ideal politician’s mate, but having fled that life years ago, he has little interest in politics or returning to the pretentious, exclusionary upper echelon he loathed during his childhood.
When the two finally meet, sparks immediately fly, making it the perfect pairing of convenience. But it’s more than a question of chemistry. They have to survive the media, the tabloids, and the political opponents who’d love nothing more than to take them down.
Practically Magic by lachatblanche (WIP)
The Xaviers, it was clear, were witches, and witches, the stern mothers of Graymalkin Lane told their wide-eyed children, were most definitely to be avoided.
Charles and Raven Xavier grow up knowing they are different from the people around them. For a long time they just have each other and that's enough. But being different can be a lonely thing - and sometimes, it also brings trouble.
An AU loosely based on Practical Magic.
sweetness by Anonymous
For days, Erik and Charles have been dancing around the fact that they both find Charles's breastfeeding extremely arousing. Tonight all that sexual tension finally comes to a head.
Difference Between Ordeal and Adventure by UisceOneLove
After getting screwed over --again-- by Creed, Logan needs a getaway.
He didn't anticipate having a passenger in his escape. Not an attractive one, for damn sure.
The Wurst Case Scenario by sareyen
If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.
Sure, Erik has barely spoken two words to Charles other than "Hello, what can I get you?" or, after the third day in a row that Charles came to the deli, "Welcome back, what can I get you?", but Charles was more than happy to just ogle at the man from afar while devouring the juicy wurst Erik had put together with his (large and very capable) hands.
But, little does Charles know, Erik doesn't usually work the front counter. He only does it when he knows the cute blue-eyed man will be dining in.
the things you love don't last by faerie_ground
Charles Xavier's marriage crumbles around him. He can do nothing but watch.
The First Move by TurtleTotem Charles and Erik live together now, in Genosha. They get up together, spend the day together. And then... go to sleep in their separate beds.
Charles is going quietly crazy.
I thought you already knew by winter_hiems
“Wanda… did our dad… boink Professor X?” Wanda took a sip from her mug of coffee. “Pietro, our dad is still fucking Professor X. I thought you already knew. Literally everyone knows.” - Pietro finds out about his father and Charles Xavier. Apparently everyone else already knew.
when he walks in (i am loved, i am loved) by humanveil
In which Erik is shoehorned into attending the annual business party, and accidentally mistakes his boss’ Very Attractive date as an escort. It’s not as if Tony doesn’t have a history.
serendipity by intentation
Charles runs into his professor at a sex club. How can he possibly resist?
Of Crabs and Castles by flightinflame
Charles and Erik take their children to the beach. Wanda builds a sandcastle, Nina makes some friends, and Pietro gets some exercise. Some family fun in the sunshine.
Krakoa is for two very specific mutants by Sotano (series)
Behind the panels of House of X/Dawn of X. Everything historical mentioned is more or less canon, synthesized. A new nation is being born. Two of its founders are enjoying the chance to be on the same side. They're learning what mutant society was meant to be, and it seems like the answer is very gay.
Yule Ball, Sick Day, and Other Stories by kianspo
This is a collection of Cherik ficlets I have posted here and there on Tumblr over the years. Different universes, different takes on relationship, etc.
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harmfulot · 3 years
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Hi!! Before you read this or try to take this down please just consider reading this instead of being so hateful. I don’t mean to spread hate onto any shippers but I do believe that Inuyasha’s fandom has a major problem that needs to be addressed. Trigger warning for pedophila,child p*rn and grooming.
Why Sessrin is problematic.
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Sessrin is a very popular ship among the Inuyasha community. If you are a shipper of this pair you won’t have to worry for lack of content for it. Rin is a injured child character that is introduced in the original Inuyasha manga in issue 14. She meets Sesshomaru in the forest and even though she is going through a lot at such a young age her kind self still tries to help him out. Sesshomaru at first does not care for this child who is tending to him. He tells her to mind her business and has her leave. Soon after Rin is killed by Kouga’s pack of wolves and Sesshomaru with his demon power scented her blood and comes to save her with his Tenseiga. After this Sessshomaru decides to take in Rin and protect her even though he had a hatred for humans. A “similarly” shippers like to compare Inuyasha and Kagome’s relationship with but their relationship is not written with romantic tensions..
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The reason why Rin was written and VERY important in Inuyasha is because she is the reason why Sesshomaru became a better person. He no longer hated humans or wanted to go against his brother. This broken human child Rin looked up to Sesshomaru who was a powerful older demon. Sesshomaru grew a soft side and it was because of her caring innocence. You could easily see their connection as father and daughter or Sesshomaru as a guardian for her. Never did he have the thought of getting with her when she got older and Rin never developed a crush on him. Why? Because she is a child who lost her parents and now has this person who protects her like one. People may say that Jaken was the father figure for Rin but I don’t agree because unlike Sesshomaru he did not care for Rin and only handled her to please his lord. Jaken would call Rin many negative things and go off at her. Rin was annoyed by Jaken. He is certainly not a parent figure for her. Sesshomaru provided a stay aside him to lead for Rin which she followed. Rin was no longer alone. She had Sesshomaru’s company now. Even if he was not very good at taking care of her he never wanted her to get hurt or killed again. He is new to this “taking care of people” thing after all especially humans...young humans. Sessrin would destroy the growth of Sesshomaru because it can’t be denyed that their relationship represents this much more than a romance waiting to happen. When Kagura came along Rin told Jaken joyfully she bet Kagura had a crush on Sesshomaru this small moment reminds you she a is a child that lost her parents and could be seeing this as a opportunity for Kagura to become her adoptive mother. And most Sesshomaru cosplayers would use their daughter to cosplay for Rin. Usually making the picture taken seem like Sesshomaru is protecting Rin or having them both share a cute bonding moment. Why? Because that is how their relationship is meant to be established. For a Sessrin cosplay to work people would have to age up Rin and her design or else the cosplayers would receive negative feedback. Now moving on to how aging up Rin is not okay either.
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People claim they only would like to see these two get together once Rin is older but that is almost as bad as shipping Sessrin while she is a child. Sesshomaru saw Rin grow up. He raised her for a while as his own this needs to stop being denied in the fandom. For Sesshomaru to impregnate Rin is out of character. And seems like a sick fanasty. He is not that kind of character. He wouldn’t touch Rin in that matter. Even if she was in her late 20’s. He respected child Rin and would still respect her older. Sessrin is like if a babysitter got together with the person they use to take care of as a kid. It’s disturbing!! Not cute. Rin does not deserve to be fedished.
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It’s actually terrifying how much child p*rn there is of Rin. I feel so ashamed by even coming across one by mistake. Don’t use the excuse that Rin is a fictional character. Enough with that excuse. Let’s throw that excuse away. That excuse of “it’s fictional it does not matter..” only works for certain things like when someone assigns headcanons for their favorite character or ships a non-canon pair that isn’t problematic. Not when we are speaking of drawing nsfw of a fictional child. And fictional or not. Rin is a child and every grown person who has drawn smut of her should be ashamed and even arrested. If you see a fictional child in this matter what knows what could you lead you up to see an actual kid as this too. It’s a big problem because there are so many people who have gotten away with this. It’s so easy to find a image of child Rin without any of her clothes on or being r*ped by Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru would never r*pe anyone. It’s quite sad. Kagome was saved from being sexually assaulted by Mukostu because of Sesshomaru. People has even brought doujinshi comics of Sessrin making love or may I call it child p*rn in disguise? Be honest with yourself. It really is just that.
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Everyone finding out would be horrified. Excluding Hanyo No Yashahime which majorly changed the characters. Sesshomaru and Rin being together would make everyone uncomfortable even Miroku who has before asked a child if she would bare his kid. Which Inuyasha,Kagome,and Sango reacted very badly to. And was yelled at for it. They do not tolerate pedos nor grooming. Kagome especially would be against. She referred Rin as the girl many times and puzzled together that Sesshomaru took care for Rin. Many people bring up that Kouga proposed to Ayame when she was a kid but remember that was never in the original. Sunrise created Ayame and added this other plot in order for Kouga to have someone at the end. Which is sad because this could have worked if Ayame met Kouga and gained a crush on him instead. She was a cute character after all. In the manga Kouga remains by himself since Kagome stayed with Inuyasha. Now I am definitely not a fan of Kouga and Ayame. I despise the fact Sunrise only created her to be Kouga’s romance interest but having him tell her he would marry her once she was older was even worse. This was a choice Sunrise made not Kouga’s original character. The reason why Kagome does not call out Kouga on this is because she did not know Ayame was a child at the time he proposed. He never mentioned it but if he did I’m certain Kagome would have not tried to keep setting them up together knowing this information. And just a reminder that even in real life some Inuyasha voice actors such as Richard Ian Cox and David Kaye voice actor for Sesshomaru does not support Sessrin. Adding on shipping Rin with Sesshomaru is like shipping Shippo with Inuyasha or Kagome. Weird right?? In the Manga Sesshomaru’s Mother Inukimi says that Sesshomaru is like his father in the strangest of ways after saving Rin again. No this doesn’t mean that he will soon come to love her romantically because Inukimi did add “In the strangest of ways” and refers to Rin as a girl like Kagome. She means that Sesshomaru had now changed and that he cared about someone who was a human like his dad who also cared for them even though they are both demons.
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It’s funny how the sequel claims girl power but does not know how to treat it’s female characters. Kagome and Sango are both introduced as Inuyasha and Miroku’s wives instead of their actual character. Now if you not a woman please do not have a say in this unless you wish to agree but this is very sexist Sunrise. I’m not exaggerating how upsetting and disrespectful it is to see you introduce these strong main female role models like this. Inuyasha and Miroku were not titled as husbands of...so why were Kagome and Sango? I’m sure 99% of audience would know who is married to who. Women are not objects or tools Sunrise. Kagome is the main character of Inuyasha even if his name is on title. She is the reason why got to meet these characters. Sunrise has done female characters dirty many times like making Ayame obessed with Kouga when she could have been a neat character but what they did to Rin takes the cake. Rin is introduced as “The girl who adores Sesshomaru” but apparently now that girl is the mother of his children. Shame on you Sunrise!! We only saw Rin ever as a child even when series ended aging her up to become Sesshomaru’s wife without knowing how she is as a grown person is not a good example for your younger female audience to view. This could have been avoided.
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Even though I’m a minor who only been in this fandom for half a year I gather a lot of knowledge of how far this fandom goes. It was definitely most popular around early 2000’s and many say it was their first anime with their first anime crush being Sesshomaru. Inuyasha was an anime I did not look content for till later after finishing season 2. When I discovered Sessrin I was real confused and thought to myself it was just a small part of the fandom but I could have been more wrong. Many accounts I followed that involved Inuyasha shipped Sessrin. Even after finishing many Inuyasha episodes I was very confused on why this was a thing and how could have it gotten so big. I thought something magical would have happened like Rin turning out to be someone much older but that never happened. I was wrong. This ship is just pedophila and nothing else. And I’m sure if Sesshomaru wasn’t “attractive” Sessrin wouldn’t be big. Going back to people crushing on Sesshomaru when they were younger I’m sure the reason Sessrin is not more discussed about for how toxic it is online is because besides people being scared,people like to insert themselves as Rin but this has to stop. Adults should not pair a child and grown up together even if the child is now grown. Especially grown ups with kids. This is not good example to set for your kids. I’ve seen many minors being harassed online for disliking Sessrin by adults. Which is super immature and should be in trouble for. Netruals must know that is not a ship war because there have been people who have gotten horrible hate and were told very graphic things by Sessrin shippers. ( By the way I’m sorry to anyone who has been hurt online even Sessrin shippers. I do not support Sessrin but no one should be told awful things. ) Many Inuyasha fans which dislike Sessrin have left Twitter and Tumblr because of how much hate they have gotten. This is not okay. People should be able to voice their opinion on something without being told to commit s*icide or hoping they get r*ped.
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And your point? This sequel is being written in the 21th century. We could write it however we please not everything has to be “accurate” and also this state is just supporting the idea of children being wed with a grown up was okay before because the age of consent was different. Ugh..but this claim is just another excuse. Please stop using it. Many things in the past were allowed which wouldn’t be allowed today. So no this is not a valid reason to ship Rin with Sesshomaru.
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Sunrise should not be off the hook for using child Rin clips for the opening as the daughters are shown. It was a wrong decision to make them seem like “moments” since now many actual pedophiles will support this pair as well. Even before this continuing was announced Sessrin was a big thing and “adult Rin” was not. Sunrise should not be supporting Sessrin at all. Nor anyone in the Inuyasha crew. They have many young fans watching and supporting this anime and they are being influenced and will grow up to think grooming is okay when it’s not. Again in 2021 this can not be allowed and it shouldn’t have ever. This sequel was not necessary. The anime ended fine.
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If Rin is the mom I will no longer support Hanyo No Yashahime. I’m sorry but I will sadly have to drop it. There are a lot of reasons why Sessrin should not be a thing and Sunrise should know many themselves,because they have joined along these character’s journeys and seen through scripts who they are. And what Sessrin is pedophila and grooming that happened to get a lot of support which is why it is hard to find more people within online media discuss it. I sure do hope it does because I am tired of seeing only few doing it. We need more awareness of how problematic grooming pairs are in anime media. No more portraying children to grow up as romance interests for people they were raised by. Let’s keep Sesshomaru and Rin’s relationship wholesome. There is no need for them to get together. At the end of the day Rin owns Sesshomaru nothing and he knows that. Let’s start viewing them from a different point of view. Let’s see more fanart of them acting like father and daughter. I love that. Thank you and have a good day.
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dumdumsun · 3 years
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Forever and Never
A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this series ❤️ I’ve had so much fun writing this and am very proud of and excited for it, I can’t wait to see how people react to this. Um I know there are plenty of warnings for a first chapter, but I promise it’s not as depressing as it sounds. It’s just that this story can deal with heavy stuff sometimes, so I just wanna let you know that. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Warnings: mentions of marijuana, death, sexual assault and mental illness
Word Count: 3194
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One: Hi, My Name Is
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“So, what was your time in Pennsylvania like?”
“Uh… I’d have to say it was the best… and worst time of my life.”
“Best and worst, huh? Would you like to elaborate?”
“Well, I, uh… I mean, I don’t really know how to, like… explain it. It’s a lot. I don’t even know where to begin… Or how I would even word it or anything.”
“Well, you told me you like television and movies, right? You know those shows and movies where the main character tells the plot as, like, their life story? Maybe you could try that.”
“You aren’t… You aren’t serious, are you?”
“You’ll know when I’m joking, trust me.”
“Oh… Okay, then. Well, um…”
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Hi? My name is… (Y/N)? This is my life story, I guess.
So, if we’re going to talk about my life in Pennsylvania, we’re going to have to start with my life in Kansas, first. I had two loving parents that soon turned into one at the too-young age of nine years, when my mom died. I remember her as one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known. She had this way about her that was so carefree, yet she gave a shit about everything. You could never pin a thought to her because she never let you in on what was bouncing around in her head. She was stubborn and patient and lively. I miss her so much. I don’t usually think about her unless it’s a particularly hectic day, which I then resort to talking to the ring I wear on my left pinky finger at all times. Wasn’t anything special, just some cheap ring with a little emerald inside she found at a thrift store. It used to be hers and she’d wear it on the exact same finger. My dad said she’d want me to have it.
My dad is my favorite person. He isn’t the most… present, though. His mind is never set in one place, always racing with hundreds of unrelated thoughts. It’s why when you finally drag him back into reality, he can’t repeat a single sentence spoken to him. Regardless, he’s all I had for a long time. I never really learned what he does for a living, but I just know that it forces him to leave town sometimes. Well, more like all the time. Before my mom died, it was easy for him to leave for weeks on end, but when he became my only guardian, he didn’t really know what to do with me. It was like he completely forgot how to take care of a child, his child. When I turned twelve, that was when he started travelling again. I would then be home by myself for a month to eight weeks. In these times, I had no choice but to learn to cook for myself, go grocery shopping and housekeep. I became pretty independent at a young age. It wasn’t like Dad left me totally alone, though. He would call every two or three days and he sent me two hundred dollars every two weeks. Like I said, I don’t know what my dad did, but he was definitely getting paid. At the end of eighth grade, Dad had a particularly long trip to go on, so he sent me to Pennsylvania, where his sister lived.
Pennsylvania was partially the best part of my life because of my family. My Aunt Pam was like a second mother to me. She was never able to have another child after my cousin Jacob and she’s always wanted a daughter of her own, so that’s what I was to her. The daughter she could never have. I’d often find her staring at me with a bittersweet smile on her face, watching my every move with a sense of pride, but when I’d ask her what was wrong she’d only brush it off as her admiring me. My Uncle David didn’t necessarily view me as a daughter, but he certainly treated me like one. When he wanted to spend time with Jacob, he included me as well. We’d usually go on drives around the town, but I always fell asleep to the soft and serene music that filled the car from the radio. On the weekends, we would head down by the lake and spend hours learning to fish.
I hated it, but I couldn’t complain. It gave me a sense of certainty to live with a father figure who didn’t leave me alone every two or three months.
Jacob was like a brother to me. He’s a year older than me, which, to him, meant that he had to protect me at all costs. I always assumed it was because he always wanted a younger sibling, and I was the closest he was ever going to get to that. I always felt as though I’d never be able to equal Jacob on an intellectual level because he practically had the IQ of Albert Einstein himself. I felt inferior to him until I found out how much of a joy he really was. On the weekends, he would beg me to accompany him in a movie marathon. I learned that Jacob was a huge fan of Tim Burton (his favorite was Beetlejuice). He’s the only cousin I’ve ever known. Mom and Dad didn’t like each other’s families, so I never met anyone besides this little family. Moving in with them meant that they’d have this huge burden on them.
Yes, I almost forgot to mention that I struggle with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or OCD. It just means that my mind is flooded with these crazy and unnecessary thoughts and so my behavior is affected by them. For example, if I were to blink and felt I put more pressure on my left eye than my right, I would have to repeatedly wink with my right eye until they felt balanced. Sometimes I can’t enter a room until I have inhaled eight times. If I scratch an itch on my left knee, I have to scratch the right one in the exact same place. At the sink, even if I don’t use both knobs, I have to hold both in my hands. And when I turn them off, I often have to check about four times before I am certain they’re turned off all the way. I know, it sounds tiring. Just imagine being on my end, having it be a part of who you are. I can’t do anything to stop it, I wish I could. I was always afraid to make friends because of this. If I couldn’t be balanced, I’d freeze, and I mean actually stop whatever I’m doing and stand still, until my body felt as if I were balanced once again. Who wouldn’t make fun of me for this?
Apparently, no one gave a shit about it. After moving to Pennsylvania, I made quite a name for myself at school. Literally. My name was Zip. I have no fucking clue how that ridiculous name came to be, but that’s what I went by day after day. One could say I was considered popular, but it wasn’t like I actually spoke to anyone. When it came to extracurriculars, I only participated in theatre. I never was part of the cast, just the stage manager. Secretly, I wanted so badly to audition and be a part of the magic they created on that stage. Not to boast or anything, but I had the talent and potential to be a starring role. But I could never bring myself to break out of my shell. Nonetheless, being stage manager still got me quite the attention. Everyone was always so nice to me, so I felt a little bad for not considering any of them as friends. That was until I met Dina.
Dina was new to our school sophomore year. She had this sort of light to her that attracted the pesky moths that were our dull and boring school body. We had the same social status in school. People liked our personalities, so we were well-liked and accepted without doing much to prove ourselves worthy. She was sweet and compassionate and so fun. I didn’t mean to become her friend, but she was so welcoming, despite being the newcomer. We became close friends, but not best friends. We already had people filling those roles.
Dina’s best friend was Sydney Novak. Sydney moved to Brownsville around the same time as Dina, so the two became best friends quickly, but Sydney wasn’t very popular at all. She was shy and introverted, but I thought she was nice enough. I liked her and thought she was a pretty cool person. We weren’t necessarily friends, we were just well acquainted simply because we were both close with Dina. The transitive property, if you would. I just wish we could’ve talked more, our relationship was pretty much nonexistent.
Speaking of nonexistent relationships, let’s talk about Richard Berry. I honestly don’t want to even think about him, but he played a role in my life that was too vital to just offhandedly mention. For some odd reason, Ricky Berry was absolutely in love with me. It was so obvious to everyone except for me. Sophomore year, he expressed his love through the most arrogant and cheesiest of pick-up lines and compliments. I wasn’t so easily won over, if you could guess. I tried being good friends with him, but he’d always fuck it up when he tried to initiate intimacy. I didn’t want to hold hands with him in the halls or receive “friendly” cheek kisses. I’m not what you would call affectionate, especially towards people I’m not close to. It’s just never been comfortable for me. Junior year, everyone around me was buzzing with excitement when they heard Ricky was going to ask me to be his girlfriend. The cheerleaders, who got to know him through his high school football career, constantly pestered me with reasons as to why I would be so lucky to date The Richard Berry. Granted, he became less of a dick junior year, so I thought, Why not?, and accepted. Being in a relationship with Ricky was the most one-sided… anything I had ever been a part of. He was undeniably enamored with me, but I couldn’t find it in myself to reciprocate those feelings. He would show me off to his family and friends like a trophy, but if someone asked me if I had a boyfriend I’d go, “I mean, yeah. I guess”, so not a very healthy relationship. It also didn’t help that Ricky knew nothing about boundaries.
One night, we were in his bedroom, studying for a science test. Ricky wasn’t focused at all and kept trying to kiss and cuddle with me. I let him for awhile, but then he took my book from me and set it on the ground beside his bed. He suggested we have sex right then and there. Now, I was never a prude and definitely didn’t wait to have sex for the first time, but I never wanted Ricky to be my first. He hadn’t earned enough of my trust to even touch me suggestively. So, of course I refused. Ricky only took that as me teasing him, so he advanced, nearly forcing himself on me. Using all my might, I shoved him off of the bed. He stood to his feet, utterly confused, but I only gathered my things and left his house. He tried following after me, but I ignored him until he turned and went back into his home. The next day at school, he was holding me and kissing me and showing me off to everyone like he always did. As if nothing happened between us the night before. It was difficult to do, since he was so inconsiderate, but I managed to break up with him. He tried to deny that we were Splitsville for about a week, but everyone caught wind of our break-up. Once everyone knew about it, it became true for him. I never really felt comfortable with being intimate or open with guys after that.
Besides with Stanley Barber, of course. Stan was my best friend in the entire world. I told only my deepest, darkest secrets to him. And he told me his. The only things we really had in common were our lack of mothers and our hideous bacne. Stan lived a few houses down and was eager to get to know me a week after I moved in. I’d never met anyone in my life like Stan. He was so awkward, but loveable. I don’t know, I guess he reminded me of my mom. The way he didn’t care, but he so clearly did. Whenever I wanted to talk about something that was difficult to voice, we’d smoke to ease the tension. Of course, this wasn’t how we always communicated. Despite his nervous stuttering, he was easy to open up to. Stan provided a sort of security in my life. He was never going to leave me and that put me at ease when hanging out with him, which we did regularly. I don’t know when exactly I developed a crush on him, but I never wanted it to surface in our bond. He was to never know. It was just a stupid crush, right? He was a guy who wasn’t family and was so unbelievably caring towards me. It was bound to happen, but that didn’t mean he had to be aware of it. Though, it was a little hard to keep such a secret when we’d both made out twice already. The first time was while I was dating Ricky, the kiss was very awkward and ended after about a minute and a half. The second kiss was just half a week after my breakup. That time, we’d both known what we were doing. And I may be a little biased, but you couldn’t have even thought to fake the passion in that makeout session. We never talked about either of those kisses and remained friends both times. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me that we didn’t become anything more afterwards. It was for the best, though, because two weeks before spring break, my dad returned from his job in Georgia and moved me to Kansas again. The move was so abrupt that I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to anyone besides my family.
My life in Kansas for the second time was something I’d never want to experience ever again. Since it was a little late in the year, I finished junior year online. For some unexplained reason, my dad had us get new phones and new numbers, so I lost all contact with my friends. I had no one to talk to and it wasn’t like my dad paid much attention to me. I remember spending every waking moment with him when I was younger, talking or playing games or watching television. It used to be so fun being his daughter, but when we moved back to Kansas, I just felt like this huge burden in his life. Our relationship was strained and he clearly had other priorities in his life. Like whatever he left back in Georgia. I’d see his phone ring and the same number from that state would pop up before he’d leave the room and privately talk with whoever. It wasn’t the secrecy that was off-putting to me, it was the fact that it was so much more important to him. Once again, I was ignored by the one person in my life I wanted to spend the most time with. So, you can imagine the joy I felt when Dad had to go back to Georgia for work. I had been attending public school for my senior year and left not even a full month in. It didn’t bother me, I had no friends and nothing to leave behind. Mid-September was when I moved back to Brownsville with Aunt Pam. Everyone accepted me right back in. Especially my classmates. As I walked the halls I heard whispers like,
“Oh, my god, is that Zip?”
“Zip’s back! Where’d she even go?”
“I thought she died.”
The only person I really wanted to notice me was Stan. I missed him so much, I even got into his favorite band to have something to remember him by. I remember the day I got back to my aunt’s house. Jacob had picked me up from the airport and was driving me to the house. He was attending community college, but was still living with his parents. As we drove, he tapped his index fingers rhythmically to the shitty pop music that played on the radio. “So, what are you excited about for senior year?”
“Not much, I just missed Dina and Stan. Theatre, too. I wonder how they’ve been doing without me.” I chuckled. Jacob huffed in amusement.
“But you didn’t miss Ricky?”
“Fuck, Jake, you know I didn’t miss him for a second.” I frowned, waving my hand in dismissal. My cousin tauntingly laughed at me. Had he actually known about what happened between Ricky and I, he wouldn’t have teased me. In fact, Ricky wouldn’t even be alive that day if Jacob found out. No one knew about the incident, not even Stan.
Pulling up in front of the house, we got out of the car and headed to the trunk to pull out my bags. I tried carrying them in, but Jacob insisted that he do all the heavy lifting and simply asked me to carry my backpack and close the trunk. I did what little I was asked of and headed to the front door to greet my aunt and uncle inside, but stopped. In the corner of my eye, I saw movement from the Barber residence. Turning, my eyes locked on Stanley, who was frozen beside his car. He was wearing his work uniform and staring at me with the most bewildered expression on his face. It was like he thought himself to be hallucinating my existence. Smiling, I simply waved at him before walking back inside. When he got home from work that night, he headed over to my house and knocked on the door. I answered with a grin on my face. “Stan!”
“If it isn’t the famous Zip, showing back up in my life.”
“Ugh, do not call me that.” I rolled my eyes playfully before bringing him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin at the top of my head. I would’ve stayed there all night if I could’ve. When Stanley pulled away, my heart hollowed and a pit formed within my stomach. I felt unfinished, unbalanced. And I hate imbalance. He asked if I wanted to hang out and I accepted his offer. All we did was lay on his floor, listen to music and get high, but in that moment, that’s all I needed.
Bloodwitch, a joint, and Stan laying by my side.
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Ciarán (Kee-ran) McKinney. *Supporting character
Voice Claim: (Robert Sheehan) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae5cqdRW5W8
Partner(s): None.  Parents: Raven McKinney and Mathghamhain McKinney Kids: None. Siblings: Aedan & Violet. Age: Immortal, but translates into mid 20′s. Birthday: 16th of October. Height: 181cm Body type: Skinny, but with some muscle tone.     Eye color: Light blue, almost gray, with a slight brown ring around the iris. Classification: (Immortal) Demon. Known powers: Possession, shape shifting, teleportation, paralysis Inducement, Hypnotic Vision (the power to hypnotize people via eye contact) Astral Projection (The power to separate one's spirit from one's body) Transmutation (The power to alter the forms/structure of beings/objects) Telepathy (The power to receive and/or transmit information mentally or through other non-sensory means. Users of this power are often called Telepaths or Mind Readers.)
About: ~ Charismatic, cheeky, adaptable, flirtatious, brave, playful, elegant, outgoing, curious, teasing, passionate, intelligent, flexible, sarcastic, humorous, social, optimistic, confident, imaginative, independent, sassy, spontaneous, neat, stubborn and a bit greedy at times ~ Very pale. ~ Sexuality Omnisexual (Attracted equally to all human beings (men, women, transexuals, etc.) … A person who can be sexually attracted to anyone and anything, from men/women/everything in … and also non-human animals and inanimate objects) ~ Has shoulder-ish long, black hair. ~ Ciarán is a traditionally male given name of Irish origin (Scottish Gaelic spelling). It means "little dark one" or "little dark-haired one". ~ Is Irish and speaks with an Irish accent although he grew up in Scotland. ~ Can Shapeshift to a Common Starling ~ Is very skilled at sword fighting and archery. ~ Very flirtatious ~ French cuisine enthusiast. ~ Will flirt with pretty much anything/anyone. ~ Doesn’t care much what people think of him, and usually just laugh/shrug it off. ~ Likes messing with people. ~ Smells like Rosemary, Bergamot or Myrtle. ~ Loves teasing just as much as flirting. ~ Cannot cook to save his life. ~ Hates mosquitoes! ~ 10/10 down to party at any time. ~ A bit of a cleaning freak - dances to loud music while cleaning. ~ Grew up without a father figure, and was very much ‘the family secret’. More details about that here <- ~ Didn’t meet his dad (Raven) till he was already an adult. ~ Can’t remember ever meeting his other dad (Mathghamhain) although he did several times as a kid. ~ Never missed a parental figure, since he simply grew up in a castle full of family members who all took well care of him, even if he was a secret within the family, and was never allowed to be known outside the castle walls. ~ Feels isolated if he spends too much time indoors - result of having spent most his upbringing inside or in the castle gardens. ~ Looks fancy, isn’t, but likes to pretend to mess with people. ~ Teleports all over the place. ~ Loves to mess with strangers.  ~ Rebel. ~ Lives with his sister, Violet. ~ Very good dancer. ~ Yes, he’s Irish, no he doesn’t like Whiskey! Stop asking! ~ Loves French cuisine, partying, kinky sex, rough nature, teasing people, fireflies, bonfires, fog, gloomy weather, rain, thunder, Irish and Scottish nature, being playful, flirting, being in his bird form, dancing, binging Netflix with his sister, cats, popcorn, the smell of condoms - although he never wears them, chocolate covered bananas, salty tomatoes, sugar coated oranges, bacon, smoked meat in general, mead, sweet plums, clubbing, getting drunk, exploring, meeting new people and singing although he can’t carry a tune. ~ Always wears black, wears a gold cross in his left ear, and almost always wears his hair in pigtails. ~ Often assumed to be a snob, really isn’t at all.
Ciaran’s tag Ciaran’s house/home Ciaran’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:
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One song to describe him: Dua Lipa - Levitating Featuring DaBaby Personal play list: 1. Ava Max - My Head & My Heart 2. Bebe Rexha - Sacrifice 3. The Weeknd - Blinding Lights 4. Sub Urban - Cirque 5. Sia and David Guetta - Floating Through Space 6. Jason Derulo - Take You Dancing 7. Daft Punk - Veridis Quo 8. MEDUZA - Paradise ft. Dermot Kennedy 9. Sam Smith - Diamonds 10. Shawn Mendes - Wonder 11. David Guetta & Sia - Let's Love 12. Sean Paul - No Lie ft. Dua Lipa 13. MAGIC! - Rude 14. ATB, Topic, A7S - Your Love (9PM) 15. Bruno Mars - Finesse (Remix) (feat. Cardi B) 16. Black Eyed Peas, Nicky Jam, Tyga - VIDA LOCA 17. Imagine Dragons - Follow You 18. Black Eyed Peas, Shakira - GIRL LIKE ME 19. Billie Eilish, Khalid - lovely 20. Dua Lipa - Last Dance
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Warning: this is David x Michael pairing. Expect the vampire gayness.  Had a random story idea, and I'm not entirely sure if it has been done or not. If so someone link me cause I want to read it! Even if it isn’t e x a c t l y the same premise but somewhat close. 
Anyway, a mid-twenty female character from our world (where TLB is a movie), wakes up one day in the TLB universe reincarnated as Michael Emerson. I'm talking right from the baby stage. Of course, going by some logic here, they don’t know much of anything clearly till probably around the age of six. Up till then the original female character is somewhat aware that they are a boy and that’s about it. Which, that alone takes some getting used to.  Once reaching the age where they are past the fuzzy toddler brain stage is when they put two and two together. Especially when they realize their baby brother is Sam, and that their last name is Emerson. Sure, it could all be a coincidence, but the older they get the more ‘this’ version of Michael is just trying to fool himself. 
Now, with a complete understanding what world they live in — that vampires do exist and probably other supernatural creatures do too, Michael starts to learn more about lore and such from a kid age. Constantly reading books and watching horror movies. Treating it pretty similar to the Frog Bros but less obsessively preparing for a battle, and more wanting knowledge for protection and understanding. Their old life also helping with that. This Michael knows that if things keep going the way they are, he will eventually end up in Santa Carla. And with his dad picking up the habit of drinking more and losing jobs, it really seems like it will.  The day comes, the divorce happens, and Michael internally prepares himself to walk right into vampire territory. The old life within him, the lady who had probably died too young and magically teleported into a different alternate world/timeline, is entirely too aware of how things are unfolding. At first it feels like a 3D experience of the movie — life like, too surreal, and straight from the perspective of Michael. Except they have been living his life, their new life, since day one now. This is their life and their choices.    Michael ignores Star the night his brother drags him off to the concert. It isn’t because she’s not pretty. Especially when the light of a bonfire nearby danced upon her feminine frame. A part of him just wants to ignore that moment, the potential building connection between such characters. The other part just doesn’t.. exactly have the sudden desire to trail after her swishing broom skirt. It might be because he isn’t the ‘original’ Michael anyway. Or it might be his old life inside his brain that doesn’t have that sexual attraction to her.  Still, he knows his mother will catch the eye of a certain nerdy-looking old vampire if he didn’t intervene. So he drags his brother off to the VHS rental store. Only to be a couple minutes too late and walking into a room full of vampires and unexpected customers. Michael reached for his mother’s arm, to gain her attention and maybe coax her to leave early without seeming to weird and suspicious. Yet, at the same time, bright cool eyes lock onto his and something within Michael’s gut flares. It turns and sinks and thrashes like a beast trying to claw its way out. Maybe it is fear, awareness of what everyone in this small movie store is, but Michael can’t look away. Just as Max can’t look away from Lucy, David’s gaze tares into him.  It isn’t Star that leads him on with soft words and equally gentle dark eyes. Quite the opposite. The movie would diverge from this point on, lasting longer than a weeks time frame. It is David that seems to coax him further into the fray, a genuine interest in him joining the fun. At least it would seem that way but Michael knows it has to do with Lucy — with Max’s orders. That is why he declined the bottle at first, playing it off as a complete disinterest in ‘wine’. So David had to try a different way, a more blatant way. Of course, it doesn’t come up again, surprising Michael the longer their fun goes on, until a noticeable connection between David and him. It is obvious there is chemistry going on. Michael blushing when David swings his arm across his shoulders, pulling him in closer to his side, is a dead give away.  Eventually shit goes down hill when somehow Sam turns into a half-vamp, and there is legit fear Lucy might be tricked by Max soon. Michael tries to help Sam, roles almost entirely reversing in this scenario. He ends up protecting him from the Frog Bro’s who catch on a little too quick to his little brothers change. The Lost Boys are not too far behind on helping too, surprised Max did some of the dirty work. It was unusual for their Sire to do something and not just delegate. In the end, Michael takes blood directly from David, avoiding being sired by Max — breaking the power the older vampire would have hold of him, so he can beat the dudes ass without issue! Rest assured, at this point, the end of the movie never truly happens. Not exactly, anyway. Instead a whole battle at Max’s place ensues instead, causing enough damage the place is on fire at the end. It was necessary, like a card up a sleeve, for Michael to be free from Max’s power. The old vampires words causing all the lost boys to freeze when they attempted to attack, and Michael being the final blow to him. Star, Laddie, and Sam become all human again. Which equals out to a pretty happy ending, and of course Lucy becomes aware of things in the midst of all this. Especially with Sam’s odd behavior. The last one still half is Michael and he can’t turn back without killing David, and at this point he doesn’t want to kill the vampire. Their bond is too strong, their growing love well established. It is without some issues, but Michael decides to fight against fully changing for as long as possible. Eventually he cannot and thus he takes the final plunge to internal darkness.    His family still loves him and understand Michael’s choice. Overall it is a pretty happy ending with a side dish of angst. Through out the final chapters, Michael entirely forgets he was once a woman in another life. That past life almost a foggy, distant dream at this point. He is Michael Emerson and as David pulls him into a bloody heated kiss, it feels like he was born for this.  Now, who wants to help flesh this story out??? =D
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TITLE: strangers CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 6/? AUTHOR: hiddlemediddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a psychologist set to question Loki during his incarceration in Stark Tower. Initially, he scoffs at the prospect of a ‘psychological examination’. However, Loki grows quite attached to you and complies to each and every programme you have in store for him. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: What is a real conversation, anyway? Rife with sexual tension here hehe ;) x The book I refer to in this chapter is a real one and I urge ALL OF YOU to read it! We live in uncertain times and it is essential that we educate ourselves :) x - And you succeeded. The next meeting between you and Loki would also be cut off from the audio. Thor had to do some convincing along with you. You said that it would be a continuation of the last session on his fears, but Thor knew better. When you were both alone, he was curious to know what was going on. You sighed, knowing you might be putting your position on the line. But you trusted Thor, despite his many faults. “Loki wants to speak properly. He wants to talk like you and I would talk, basically. He asks me questions just as I ask him. He then agrees to tell me everything I need to know.”
Thor raised his brow. “And you are.. comfortable with this arrangement?” “What do you think? Of course not. But if it means getting deeper inside of his head, then I suppose it’s a risk worth taking.” Thor nodded in agreement. He thought the best course of action was to only indulge his brother enough for him to give them all they needed. His psychological state. “Look, Thor, I want Loki to see Frigga. By depriving him of his mother, I think it makes all of this worse rather than better. They clearly want to see each other. It would be wrong to stop them.” Thor bit his lip. “Fine. I will bring her here on Midgard. She is eager to speak to you, anyway. She wants to know how he is faring. The mortal scientists can only give figures on how much energy from the tesseract has escaped his body, but it doesn’t tell her anything about how he really is mentally. At least she knows that the forsaken stone’s effects are leaving his body.” Sighing out in relief, you thanked Thor and proceeded along the corridor towards where Fury was standing. “It would be helpful if you trusted us a bit more than you do, Robin.” said Nick Fury. “You’re an organisation of spies. Isn’t it quite natural that I have my suspicions?” Nick Fury didn’t reply, he simply raised his eyebrow for emphasis. You recalled Loki’s words on trust. Trust is an illusion, he said. Perhaps he was right. You made your way through to see Loki once again. It had been weeks and each time it seemed to get harder and harder to see him. Outside of it all, you thought about him far too much. You occupied yourself with other clients and buried yourself in work. Finding it difficult to read those books on the mysterious heroes and romance books in general, you worked instead. You were working overtime to keep the man out of your head.
Yet there he remained. In your head. You fell asleep at night with his green eyes seared into your psyche. You despised arrogance generally, but when it was in him you almost found it attractive. Loki was attractive, no doubt, but you needed to stop yourself from obsessing over him. It was when he opened up about his vulnerabilities that you found it difficult to not think about him. That was what you found the most attractive about him. He was also a naturally intellectual man, which was another weakness of yours. Intellectual people were incredibly attractive. He was sitting in his chair again. Loki, yet he wore black robes. Like night robes. Thankfully, he had the mind to keep a pair of loose black trousers on. You immediately raised your eyes to his face, knowing that focusing any lower would be dangerous. He was broad shouldered and the black garments only emphasised that. Yet, focusing on his face didn’t help either. It was just as attractive. Those eyes.. “Miss. Croft. A pleasure to see you again.” he said, standing up to greet you with a bow. “Do sit, Loki.” Loki smirked at your forwardness. It was something he admired the most in you. You considered keeping your gaze lowered as he asked you his questions, yet you knew it wasn’t in your nature. You would meet his gaze without faltering. Just as you would in any other conversation. “My faith in mortals has been seriously shaken as of late, Miss. Croft. I have read an incredibly detailed account of the state of the planet’s climate.. A book called ‘The Uninhabitable Earth’ by a mortal named David Wallace-Wells. Midgard is burning to a crisp and you mortals all act as though everything is fine and dandy. How much more ludicrous can this world get?” You nodded your head. “Well, Loki, I am glad you have been occupying your time with reading. Though perhaps I’d recommend reading some more light-hearted literature on your road to.. Well, let’s say recovery..” “Are SHIELD’s ears wagging as we speak, Miss. Croft? Or did your string pulling work?” Loki smirked. “Speak as openly as you wish, Loki. You don’t need to fear in that respect.” Loki’s eyes displayed the rare spark that glimmered in his eyes. His eyes would lower briefly before rising with that spark there to meet your eyes. It was accompanied by a look of utter bemusement. Life was just a game to him. That much was clear to you. Everything was amusing. In reality, it infuriated you. But it wasn’t your job to be angry at him. “Are you alone, Miss. Croft? Can you relate to my predicament?” You gazed into his eyes in silence. Of course you could. Couldn’t anyone? But perhaps you, more than the average person. “Being alone doesn’t mean you are lonely, Loki. Like I said, they are separable things.” “And you persist in your former dialogue. Do you speak to your mother like this?” You betrayed your first smile. “The setting is making me revert to my job. If we were in a cafe.. A bar.. I don’t know.. I’d find it easier to speak to you as you want me to.” Suddenly, the entire room turned. You stood up in panic as you whirled around to see the entire room become.. A cafe. A cafe in New York that you actually had frequented once in the early days of arriving in New York. “LOKI.” A speaker yelled. It was Thor’s voice. “NO ILLUSIONS.” You were mesmerised by the detail. The level of detail that he had conjured into thin air. Loki watched you closely as you observed the room. “Now, are you comfortable?” Loki asked. His voice was softer than usual. There was the usual teasing lilt to his tones. You turned your head to face him. He chuckled at your widened eyes. The chair he had been sitting on was now like the chair in the cafe. As was your own. “Ah. No table. There we are.” Loki said. A table appeared out of thin air between you. Where the glass stood between you. “No chance of reaching across that table, mind you.” You sat down on the chair. It felt exactly the same, only it looked different to the eye. Remarkably, you felt at ease with this new scenery. You rested the tension in your shoulders and gazed at your client with the backdrop of a busy little cafe in New York. There were even people sitting around you, a cashier giving change to a customer. Bustling people in this bustling little cafe. “How did you do this?” You whispered under your breath. “A little thing called.. Magic.” Loki chuckled. “Tell me about yourself, Miss. Croft. No performance. Just.. you.” Your stomach flipped. “I live in an apartment in New York on my own and well, you know my job.. I see various clients about various things. I love reading, taking walks around parks and.. I love cafes. Tea, hot chocolate. If I’m tired, well then - coffee it is. Just simple things in life I suppose. I’m big on mindfulness and yoga. I - I don’t really know what else to say..” Loki absorbed the information like it was water to a sponge. He latched on to every detail as though his life depended on it. “Ahh.. solitude, Miss. Croft. So you know something about loneliness.” “As I said, Loki, just because you are alone it doesn’t mean you feel lonely. I’m completely happy being independent.” “You have a lover, then, presumably?” Loki smirked. Your cheeks betrayed your embarrassment at the question. “That is none of your business.” “No lover? How intriguing, Miss Croft. But even someone like you needs to be.. satisfied. Don’t we all?” You were riled instantly. “I can satisfy myself.” Loki felt the fire erupt in the pit of his stomach. “But there are certain occasions where.. connection.. is the most fulfilling. I’m sure you would agree, Miss. Croft. As you said, human connection is a part of who we are. That applies to all aspects of our lives. Our need for physical touch.. contact.” “Do you feel as though you have been deprived of that?” “Naturally. That and also my privacy. Quite an unfortunate situation. Tell me about your parents, Miss. Croft.” “My mother is.. Well, my mother. I love her but she makes life quite hard sometimes. She has a temper worse than anything you will ever have seen, even after you have seen Thor’s. I lost my father to cancer around five years ago, which wasn’t easy on her. She’s seeing someone else, but I think it’s some attempt to dull the pain. “Even after all of these years, she’s still grieving. Her partner is nice enough, but I fear my mother is with him for the size of his pockets and not the size of his heart. She has always craved financial stability and an ‘easy life’ as she terms it, but I can’t say anything. She lives her life and I live mine. She lives with her partner in England, a fancy little country house in Wiltshire where she spends her days tending to her garden and having friends over for picnics. I’ve only been there once, but she seems happy. Or at least I think she is.” You said. Loki watched your eyes drop as you spoke about your mother. You seemed to realise that you were babbling a bit so you trailed off into silence. How was it possible to be so calm in the presence of this man? Loki thought that what you described was almost a similar predicament to himself. A rocky relationship with his mother but he loved her all the same. Cared for her deeply, even when they had their disagreements. No doubt she would have words to say about everything he had done. His involvement with Thanos, how he almost destroyed an entire city with an army of aliens. New York was still recovering from the destruction. You yourself would walk along the streets and see scaffolding coming up. It had been months since the attack and New York was rebuilding itself from the ground at a remarkable pace. “LOKI.” The speaker said. Thor again. “I SAID NO ILLUSIONS.” Loki stuck up his middle finger to the camera and you chuckled. You turned to the camera and stuck up your thumb as if to say ‘Everything’s OK’. “What a tiresome person. Do you have.. siblings?” Loki’s mind skimmed to Thor’s voice in the speaker. “I was supposed to be a twin, my mum told me. Two girls. My twin died during childbirth. Not enough.. oxygen. I was the twin who survived.” You trailed off again. “Robin. I - “ “Look, Loki, I want to do my job. Can I at least do that for the rest of our time today?” Loki felt an involuntary twist at the pit of his stomach. He had touched a nerve, precisely as you had touched many of the nerves in his past. “As you wish, Miss. Croft.” he said silently. He lowered his head and the cafe vanished before your eyes. Detail upon detail of things, people.. Gone. You felt sullen to see the cage and the basement-like surroundings return to your line of focus. “Ah, does that mean without the cafe?” You smiled gently. Loki grinned. The illusion returned, but this time it was a park. This was another scene you recognised from New York. You had been for walks in this park very frequently. You were sitting on a bench this time, with Loki on his own bench. “How do you know.. ?” You asked. “You live in New York, I presumed that you would know these places.” “But how do you know them?” “Through my brother. He once frequented the cafe with his former partner, Jane. They also walked in that park once. Thor simply projected the mental images to me. I remember them clearly. Magic is rather good at things like that.” “Mental images? You can.. Read minds?” Loki laughed. “Don’t sound too horrified. I have not ventured into your mind. I would ask permission first, Miss. Croft. It is rather rude to enter someone’s mind without asking them first. Rather like breaking into their house. It isn’t exactly an expression of decorum.” Relief waved over you, but a question niggled in your mind. “Would I know if you entered my mind?” “No, you would not. Therefore, you need to take my word for it.” Loki smirked. You shuffled in your seat slightly. “Right then. Seeing as we have fifteen minutes left, I’d better get cracking. How about I keep it simple? Tell me exactly how you’re feeling.” Loki was silent for a short time in contemplation. You wondered if he was choosing not to answer, but his answer did come. “I feel as though I am the passenger in a vehicle that SHIELD are driving, but I am ignorant to where we are going. They are driving the vehicle and keeping me in it, I am bound to their ride and they are controlling the.. strings. I am becoming increasingly morose at the prospect of continuing to stay in this forsaken facility. On top of it all, as you have seen from my.. outburst, I am frustrated that I am unable to see my mother.” Loki’s eyes drooped as he spoke. As though he were ashamed of it all. He was missing Frigga terribly. “It is as frustrating as it is because you are used to being in control. You are, in effect, conflicted. To retaliate would be to lose your freedom for longer, meanwhile remaining stagnant is just as frustrating.” Loki smiled sadly, his eyes still on the floor. “If only you could pull those strings to get me out, Miss. Croft.” You gave him a slight nod and stood. Loki stood and moved. His hand raised to the air of the illusionary park. Once his hand made contact with the glass, the illusion disappeared and you saw him touching the glass. He moved his hand from the glass and gazed down at you with an empty expression. It was as though he were completely absent from the room. “Until next time, Miss. Croft.” x
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it’s not like i’m not regularly ugly crying over matteo’s and david’s first time clip even without lukas talking about it, but he really just reminded me how much i appreciate that scene. i genuinely think it’s one of the best and most sincere sex scenes i have ever seen and to have that between a trans boy and a cis gay boy is just extra special. teenagers are so often oversexualized when their sex life and first sexual experiences are depicted and if it’s not that, we often see them covering up their insecurities and awkwardness in an effort not to seem uncool or inexperienced. of course that’s an issue that’s worth addressing, but it was soo refreshing to see so much love and respect between david and matteo.
its such a rewarding conclusion to both of their character arcs, with david finally being able to trust matteo fully (which is also why this is the first time we see his room) and matteo coming to terms with his struggles about sexuality.
the whole season long he’s continuously pushed into a position where it is expected of him to be confident and enthusiastic about sex when he’s clearly not. obviously he doesn’t want to sleep with sara because he’s gay but it’s just particularly oppressive how he’s not at all allowed to express any sort of vulnerability or insecurity over his first sexual experiences.
so to see him freely admitting to being nervous/excited when he’s finally with someone who he’s actually attracted to is sooo important in my eyes. his anxiety doesn’t magically disappear just because he now has the chance to get intimate with another boy but he’s able to express his feelings without having to be worried about what david will make of it. the whole thing is so evident of their gained love and trust for each other, because they both allow the other to feel what they feel without any sort of judgement. most importantly, they both feel comfortable and secure enough to show and share everything they are because they know the other will accept and embrace all of  it.
all of those feelings are neatly tied up in those 3 minutes and 31 seconds and if i was part of that, i’d be damn proud of it too.
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Sirius Orion Black III
birthday: november 3rd house: gryffindor blood status: pureblood loyalty: order of the phoenix clubs: astronomy, astronomy homework, dueling zodiac: scorpio mbti: enfp-t (campaigner) alignment: chaotic good
✓ Humor ——- “Did you like question ten, Moony?”
He is barking laughter and poorly timed jokes, puns upon puns - seriously. A grin as wide as the day is long, carefree and easy. Light in the black of war; white sheep in the Black family. His good humor has covered him and carried him through all that he’s seen. It’s as much a shield for himself as it is those with whom he surrounds himself.
✓ Loyal  ——- “Died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!”
He is fierce, heart full for those he holds dear. Not many are kept that close, but there is no hesitation when asked to give his life. Warmth and comfort, in the crook of his smile and the corners of his eyes. Brilliance and steadfast companionship: a dog is man’s best friend.
✓/✕  Strong-Minded | Judgemental ——- “Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us.”
He is a tree rooted to the earth, tall and proud. Unmoving and firm against the hailing storm. Beliefs, unwavering, unwilling to hear. Opposition is wrong, and he knows it as well as he knows the stories written in the night sky. He is strong-willed and stubborn; a brick wall would be more receptive. He thinks himself open-minded, but it is only another belief.
✕ Impulsive ——- “What is life without a little risk?”
He is snap decisions made in the heat of the moment. Turbulent and emotional, judgement shifts as easily as debris caught in the tide. Words, biting, leaving scars as easily as laughter erases them from his mind. Passing thoughts in an endless stream of chaos - why waste time paying mind to outcomes when you can just act?
✕ Rebellious ——- “There are things worth dying for!”
He is 2 am, leather, and a mess of discarded liquor bottles scattered about the floor. Blood-kissed knuckles and knuckle-kissed jaw. Smirks and sighs toppling from carved lips. Caught in a tempest, winds whipping his hair about his face, unable to see, blindly stumbling along, deafening roars threaten to consume him - one foot in front of the other. Raw magic crackling in the air, electricity against your skin; a beautiful sight when it implodes.
headcanons: (tw: mania, depression, alcohol, slurs, mentions of dysphoria, mentions of abuse)
Patronus: It’s commonplace that a Patronus will match a witch or wizard’s Animagus form, if they happen to be such, and Sirius is no exception. His Patronus takes the form of a dog, matching that of his Animagus counterpart: a bear-like German Shepherd. German Shepherds are known for being intelligent, loyal, and fiercely over-protective. Any close friend of his would attest to the fact that Sirius exemplifies those qualities. He is a bright wizard, and he would do anything for those he cares about.
Wand: As badly as Sirius sometimes wishes his wand was made from Dogwood (think of the irony! the puns! the beauty of the universe!), he was chosen by a Cypress wood wand with a Dragon Heartstring core, 15 inches, rigid.
“Cypress wands are associated with nobility. The great medieval wandmaker, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.”
Sirius won’t think about the wandlore behind cypress wands and their masters dying a heroic death until the fleeting, infinite moment in which he begins to fall in the Department of Mysteries. He will think it ironic, then, that his death is hardly heroic at all; that, naturally, James and Lily had far more heroic deaths than him. (He will also think about finally, finally reuniting with them again, and he will think of how sorry he is for leaving Remus and Harry behind, but James, here I come.)
“As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.”
It is of interest to note that dragon wands tend to be easily swayed towards the Dark Arts. Sirius thinks it should be noted, and then he will tell it to fuck right off, thank you very much. He knows that, had things gone just a little differently, he wouldn’t have had any difficulty using Dark Magic; in fact, he’d have been rather adept at it. Sirius laughs at the notion - and would like to tell the Dark Lord that he can fuck right off, too.
Sirius is a very quick learner. He is intelligent and, when he puts his mind to a task, he is able to stay determined and focused. Magic runs strong in his veins, so it’s only natural he be paired with a wand that is able to keep up with him and his raw power. That being said, however, Sirius’ magic is - too often - unpredictable. It has been since he was a child, and he still experiences outbursts of unintentional magic when his emotions get the better of him; the dragon wand nurtures his accidental magic, at times.
    &--------Little Lion Man
He is named for the Dog Star, the most brilliant star in the sky, visible from anywhere on Earth - an actuality he embraces and carries with him from the moment he is able to understand its meaning. Ancient namings signify he is scorching, sparkling, bringing destruction and rebirth. He is important, and his name informs everyone of such.
But he is the point of Canis Major, a hunting dog, ever looking towards his master, Orion. Later, he would think it ironic that he was intended to obediently follow the hunter across the sky. When he was young, though, he did follow his father, his master, with wide eyes and a thirst to learn, to emulate. He did, after all, carry his father’s name as one of his own. He thought it only right that he be his hunter. He learned quickly enough to leave Orion Black be.
His name embraces the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black - a reality he despises when he is older. He is taught to believe that to be a Black, to be a Pureblood is to be royalty. He believes it.
He spends the majority of his childhood being trained to be the perfect Pureblood heir, to be the perfect Black. He attends many Pureblood-only balls and events, and is taught the proper way to mingle with other Purebloods. He learns manners and etiquette, and he is expected to be a proper child. There are never many other children at the balls, but he is reminded that it is improper to run about and make a fool of oneself like ordinary children; he is, after all, anything but ordinary.
How could he be? His name attests to his brilliance.
    &--------My Manic & I
Sirius is living with undiagnosed Bipolar 1 Disorder. It won’t ever be diagnosed or named in-game since they’re living in the 70s (it’s still fairly misunderstood now), but it definitely affects him. I feel like his upswings are pretty intense, and it usually results in him wanting to be out all the time and doing things, and he feels infallible and invincible, and he’s a lot more likely to be reckless (even more so than what is typical for him) and make snap decisions. He definitely has a tendency towards dangerous ideas that he thinks are absolutely brilliant (see: the Prank with Snape). On the other end of it, though, Sirius’ lows are very low, and he self-medicates with alcohol when he’s suffering from the worst of his depression (see: pretty much all of Order of the Phoenix). But I don’t think that Sirius recognizes the depression as such. It’s a lot easier for him to acknowledge when he’s feeling great and on top of the world as opposed to when he’s feeling like shit and struggles with getting out of bed in the morning. He’s a lot more likely to hide that side of himself, too, and play it off with a smirk and light-hearted joke at someone else’s expense. He became an expert at hiding his emotions at a young age, after all.
     &--------I Want to Break Free
If someone were to ask Sirius his gender and sexuality, he would quirk a brow and scoff and let out a bark of laughter because what sort of daft question is that? But, secretly. he enjoys the company of both men and women.
Sirius doesn’t remember the exact moment when he realized that he was attracted to men. Maybe it was sometime in his third year, when he had accompanied James to watch the Quidditch team practice. Maybe he had caught himself staring at one of the seventh years - a boy with shaggy brown hair and a strong jaw - as he flew around the Pitch. Maybe he had felt the distinct swoop in his stomach as he had watched, and maybe he had imagined what it would be like to kiss the older boy.
But Sirius only really remembers being too afraid to say anything to James, Remus, and Peter, being afraid that it would change everything and they would think him a freak that they didn’t want to be friends with, anymore. Especially after his “prank” on Snape in 5th year, Sirius doesn’t want to do anything that could again alienate him from his friends. They’re all he really has.
Something else he would never admit to is the many times he has passed frilly shop windows and imagined being able to wear whatever clothes he wants that he sees, or wished he could be as comfortable in his own skin as David Bowie, or Freddie Mercury. Sirius doesn’t always feel exactly right in the body he has, and he doesn’t understand it even a little bit. After all, it’s hard enough to deal with the war; he doesn’t want to even begin to focus on the whole gender bit.
In modern terminology, he would identify as gender-fluid demiromantic pansexual, but that’s too fancy and way ahead of his time, so all he knows is that he’s queer - just another way in which he would have disappointed his family.
     &--------The best thing that has ever happened:
“I know that you will make us proud, Sirius.”
No one ever expected Sirius to be a Gryffindor; he certainly hadn’t when he had stepped up to the stool to be sorted his first year at Hogwarts. His entire family had come from Slytherin. He even knew that, somewhere in his lineage, he was related to Salazar Slytherin himself. But as Sirius’ attention had drifted to the far table of green and silver, he had felt a tug in his stomach that he hadn’t really understood.
….“GRYFFINDOR!”
He ignored the shouts and jests coming from the Slytherin table to rightfully take his place amongst the lions of Hogwarts. He was joined, thankfully, by James and the redhead he had met with the greasy boy (he was grateful - and always would be - that the greasy one ended up in Slytherin).
It wasn’t before he was whisked away to his dorm and he got to know his fellow dormmates: one sickly-looking boy named Remus and a short, ordinary boy named Peter. Sirius thought he could do without Remus and Peter. Who needed them when he had James, his best friend? But Remus and Peter did prove themselves when they turned the greasy boy’s hair a bright shade of pink for a week. That, Sirius decided, was enough to earn his respect.
The four of them quickly became inseparable, and Sirius decided that being a Lion was worth the consequent Howlers he received, even if meant returning from the Christmas hols with bruises hidden beneath scratchy sweaters.
    &--------And the worst:  "Blood traitor! Filth! Scum!“
He tried not to cry out as his mother punished him one final time for being an insolent disgrace; he wouldn’t give her the pleasure. He was worse for the wear, however, when she finished with him and sent him off to think about his disobedience. Again. Sirius sat, on the edge of his bed, trembling; it was out of his control. He thought, but it didn’t take long for him to realize what he must do.
He needed to leave.
He hastily threw what belongings he could into his school trunk, gathering up anything he deemed important. He was able to perform a simple expansion and levitation charm - he decided he could deal with the Ministry later - and led his trunk out of his room. But he knew he needed to stop at his brother’s room before he left.
Sirius loved his brother and he has always loved his brother, but Regulus was not like him. He was weak-minded and bent to the wishes of their parents. Sirius always wanted to keep Regulus safe from them, from Mother, but he went to school and was sorted into Gryffindor and it changed. He became the disgrace, and it had been up to Regulus to be the perfect son. Sirius never wanted that for him, and he didn’t want that for him now. So he tried to bring Regulus with him. He wanted to ask, wanted him to leave and escape the hell they had grown up in.
But Regulus didn’t leave with him. He wasn’t like Sirius. He was an idiot, and he didn’t leave. So Sirius goes. But not before he watched as his mother blasted his name from the family tree.
(Sirius will always regret not making Regulus leave with him.)
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2020 Pinch Hit #3, hollyand -- CLAIMED
This pinch hit will be due at the same time as assignments, August 31st at 8 PM EDT. Please leave a comment here (comments are screened), send a message to one of the mods, or send an email to [email protected] to claim. 
Requested Relationships:
Carver Hawke/Merrill - Fanart, Fanfiction
Alistair/Bethany Hawke - Fanart, Fanfiction
Ashaad/Saemus Dumar - Fanart, Fanfiction
Bianca Davri/Varric Tethras - Fanart, Fanfiction
Bethany Hawke/Sebastian Vael - Fanart, Fanfiction
Bethany Hawke/Isabela - Fanart, Fanfiction
Arishok/Male Hawke - Fanart, Fanfiction
Letter: http://hollyand-writes.tumblr.com/blackemporium2020letter
Request #1:
Carver Hawke/Merrill
Fanart
Fanfiction
My ultimate OTP! (I mean, given that I run the Carvermerrill Tumblr ship blog, this should surprise no-one, LMAO.) Forever sad that Bioware teased us with this ship in-game, and even indicated that they intended for it to happen until the third DLC got cancelled. But this is what fanfic and fanart is for! 
I am happy for any AU or canonverse/canon-divergent scenario - I love any and all scenarios with this pairing and can never get enough! Warden Carver, Templar Carver, Act 1 Carver, AU Carver, it’s all good with me. 
Would prefer no mention of background ships in fic, although if you do want to mention any then the ones listed in my letter are fine. 
Smut is most welcome, if that’s what you feel like writing! I don’t really have many squicks except for the kinks mentioned in my “do not want” list. 
I feel like this pairing has as much potential for pain as it does for pleasure, so if you want to write darkfic, I’d love it; but if not, I’m sure I’ll love it anyway. 
DO want: 
- Carver and Merrill being together in some way by the end of the fic. As long as you have them doing more than chastely holding hands I’ll take it! 
Would be happy to receive any of these, but none of them are a must: 
- forbidden love, size difference/kink, PWP, slow burn, healthy or unhealthy relationships, A/B/O with mage omegas, cum kink, pining, mutual pining, fluff, romance, humour, requited love/attraction, friends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, pregnancy sex, breeding kink, slice of life, established relationship/marriage, meet-cute, arranged marriage, first times, friends-with-benefits, hate-sex, angst with a happy ending, angst with a porny ending, domestic or work scenarios, historical AUs, modern AU (with or without magic), mundane AU, Soulmate AU, one-night stands, "dirty spells", sex pollen, forced to fuck, Merrill not seeing Carver as inferior to his sibling, Merrill being adored by Carver... really I'm good with most things involving these two. 
Do NOT Wants:
- Any kink involving things that go in a toilet (i.e. no scat, watersports, vomit) - Daddy kink, mummy kink or ageplay - Vore - Biting - Body piercings - Mpreg (fine with it generally, just not for this pairing) - High School AU / College AU - Hawke/Merrill, past or present - OCs - Sexual infidelity - Bashing past partners - Mention of any characters that do not appear in DA2 in any way (so please no DA:O or DA:I characters) - Animal play - Necrophilia - Choking/breathplay
Request #2:
Alistair/Bethany Hawke
Fanart
Fanfiction
I love this pairing and there is just not enough of it. I feel like Alistair’s humour and general laid-back-ness would suit Bethany’s personality and character very well, and she would organise him and he would be very reliant on and appreciative of her intelligence and competence. Plus, he’s royalty! And Bethany would LOVE to be a princess! I feel like they would work so well together, be good friends as well as lovers, and he would adore her like she’s meant to be adored. 
DO want: 
- Pairing being in love by the end of the fic. Canon-verse, canon-divergent and AUs all accepted. Smut is great but not required. 
Do NOT Wants:
- Any kink involving things that go in a toilet (i.e. no scat, watersports, vomit, blood) - Daddy kink, mummy kink or ageplay - Vore - Biting - Body piercings - High School AU / College AU - Coffeeshop AU - Background pairings (except for those in my letter) - OCs - Infidelity - Bashing past partners - Mention of any characters that do not appear in DA2 in any way (so please no DA:O or DA:I characters) - Animal play - Necrophilia - Choking/breathplay
Request #3:
Ashaad/Saemus Dumar
Fanart
Fanfiction
I love them and I am so sad that they could never be together because Ashaad was killed. Would love smut, but it’s not required. Give me the happy ending they deserved! 
DO want: - Pairing being together in some way by the end of the fic. 
Would be happy to receive any of these, but none of them are a must: 
- forbidden love, size difference/kink, fluff, romance, PWP, slow burn, slice of life, A/B/O with Saemus as omega, pining, mutual pining, requited love/attraction, friends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, breeding kink, healthy or unhealthy relationships, meet-cute, arranged marriage, first times, friends-with-benefits, cum kink, hate-sex, angst with a happy ending, angst with a porny ending, sex pollen, forced to fuck, discussions of the Qun, initiations into the Qun, canon-divergent or AU, Saemus and Ashaad in a cave (could be just talking, could be more - up to you!) 
Do NOT Wants:
- Any kink involving things that go in a toilet (i.e. no scat, watersports, vomit, blood) - Daddy kink, mummy kink or ageplay - Vore - Biting - Body piercings - High School AU / College AU - Coffeeshop AU - Background pairings (except for those in my letter) - OCs - Infidelity - Bashing past partners - Mention of any characters that do not appear in DA2 in any way (so please no DA:O or DA:I characters) - Animal play - Necrophilia - Choking/breathplay
Request #4:
Bianca Davri/Varric Tethras
Fanart
Fanfiction
I feel as if Bianca gets treated unfairly by much of the fandom for a scenario and relationship that (I feel) is not mainly or even mostly her fault, so no Bianca-bashing for this prompt please. I’d like to see something about their relationship, whether that’s a one-shot in better (or worse) times, or some sort of exploration of her relationship (or her "forbidden love"/secret love) with Varric. Optional prompt, if needed: How did it start so well, and how did it all go wrong? 
DO want: - Pretty much anything - one-shots, full-length multichaptered fic, whatever you fancy! 
Do NOT Wants:
- Misogyny / Bianca being blamed or held more responsible for what went wrong than Varric is / Bianca being beaten up or slapped or physically attacked in any way due to “how she treats Varric” 
- Any kink involving things that go in a toilet (i.e. no scat, watersports, vomit, blood) - Daddy kink, mummy kink or ageplay - Vore - Biting - Body piercings - High School AU / College AU - Background pairings (infidelity from Bianca and/or Varric themselves is OK - I mean, they’re both canonically unfaithful to the other) - Mentions of, or endings involving, other Varric ships - Animal play - Necrophilia - Choking/breathplay
Request #5:
Bethany Hawke/Sebastian Vael
Fanart
Fanfiction
I love them and I love their flirtation in-game and I am so sad that Bioware could not take the romance they teased us with to the conclusion they indicated they intended to happen. To quote David Gaider: "I like the idea of Princess Bethany (and so would she)." Give me the happy ending they deserved! 
DO want: - Pairing being together in some way by the end of the fic. As long as you have them doing more than chastely holding hands I’ll take it! Would love smut, but it's absolutely not required. 
Would be happy to receive any of these, but none of them are a must: - forbidden love, fluff, romance, PWP, slow burn, slice of life, pining, mutual pining, friends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, weddings, arranged marriage, first times, angst with a happy ending, angst with a porny ending, sex pollen, canon-divergence, historical AU, royalty AU, modern AU (mundane or with magic, I don’t mind), Soulmate AU, canonverse, Queen Bethany, Sebastian adoring Bethany 
Do NOT Wants:
- Any kink involving things that go in a toilet (i.e. no scat, watersports, vomit, blood) - Daddy kink, mummy kink or ageplay - Vore - Biting - Body piercings - High School AU / College AU - Background pairings (except for those in my letter) - OCs - Infidelity - Bashing past partners - Mention of any characters that do not appear in DA2 in any way (so please no DA:O or DA:I characters) - Animal play - Necrophilia - Choking/breathplay
Request #6:
Bethany Hawke/Isabela
Fanart
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Ever listened to their interactions in-game? Yeah, I ship it. 
DO want: - Pairing being together in some way by the end of the fic. I don’t mind whether you make it smutty or not, as long as both ladies are happy! 
Do NOT Wants:
- Any kink involving things that go in a toilet (i.e. no scat, watersports, vomit, blood) - Daddy kink, mummy kink or ageplay - Vore - Biting - High School AU / College AU - Coffeeshop AU - Background pairings (except for those in my letter) - OCs - Infidelity - Bashing past partners - Mention of any characters that do not appear in DA2 in any way (so please no DA:O or DA:I characters) - Animal play - Necrophilia - Choking/breathplay
Request #7:
Arishok/Male Hawke
Fanart
Fanfiction
My guilty pleasure. Was once asked to write a crackfic for the ship, I laughed and wrote one, and now oh dear here I am. 
DO want:
- Smut - Crackfic - Humour - Prostitution AU - Size difference/kink - Cum kink - Humiliation - Any or all of the above
Do NOT Wants:
- Romance or romantic fluff 
- Any kink involving things that go in a toilet (i.e. no scat, watersports, vomit, blood) - Daddy kink, mummy kink or ageplay - Vore - Biting - Body piercings - High School AU / College AU - Mundane AU (i.e. I would like the Qunari to remain Qunari regardless of AU) - Background pairings (except for those in my letter) - OCs (except other DA2 Qunari) - Infidelity - Bashing past partners - Mention of any characters that do not appear in DA2 in any way (so please no DA:O or DA:I characters) - Animal play - Necrophilia - Choking/breathplay
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Ryan Cleirigh → David Corenswet → Warlock
→ Basic Information 
Age: 179
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight 
Powers: Illusionist
Birthday: March 23rd
Zodiac Sign: Aries 
Religion: Buddhist
Mark: Cleirigh 
Generation: 3rd
→ His Personality Ryan is unsure if it is tied to his gift but he is an OCD clean freak and somewhat of a perfectionist. Ryan wants nothing more than to be the best that he can. Ryan never waivers from his vision of becoming the best and perceives all reality through it. Every decision he makes is aimed towards it. Being born into a long line of warlocks has drawn most of his personality traits for him. He’s egotistical, cunning, resourceful and ambitious. Ryan does internally feel that he has a disadvantage due to his lean physique but his intense focus on his mental capabilities make up for it. However, he is his father's son. Making Ryan an engaging, charismatic, intelligent man devoted to inspiring enormous creativity in others and fostering them through wise insights and leadership. Just like his father he has an infinite amount of wit, intelligence, creativity, and wisdom.
→ His Personal Facts
Occupation: Mentee and Part-Time at Wondering Worlds of Magic
Scars: None
Tattoos: None
Two Likes: Order and New Moons 
Two Dislikes: Harry Potter Series and Chick-fil-A
Two Fears: Seeming Unworthy of the Cleirigh name & Mark and Teleporting somewhere inescapable. 
Two Hobbies: Podcasting and Cycling
Three Positive Traits: Outgoing, Family-Oriented, Friendly
Three Negative Traits: Spiteful, Emotional Obtuse, Secretive
→ His Connections
Parent Names:
Judson Cleirigh (Father/Former Mentor): Ryan admires his father and has learned a lot from him. He is grateful that his father is also his friend and mentor. Judson did his best raising him in the supernatural world but also feeding the aspects of humans and their world.
Angelica Northmore (Egg Donor): Ryan doesn’t know much about Angelica only that she agreed to be his father's surrogate. At first Ryan didn’t know how to feel about it but now he doesn’t care. 
Sibling Names:
Possible Half Siblings (Unknown): Judson said the private program ensured him that it was Angelica's first time as a surrogate but all surrogate mothers can return every 10 to 12 years, up to the age of 1000 years old. Ryan and Judson are unsure if Angelica ever returned and if Ryan possibly has half siblings. 
Children Names:
None
Romantic Connections:
Katherine ‘Kate’ Brooks (Interest): Ryan finds Kate physically attractive and thinks she is highly intelligent. He’s unsure how to approach her since she is human and doesn’t yet know about the supernatural community. 
Platonic Connections:
Altair Cleirigh (Uncle): Ryan doesn’t care what anyone thinks, Altair was a scary baby and a scarier toddler. Now that he’s older Ryan can be more hands on but he doesn’t respect Altair pulling the “I’m your uncle” card on him already.
Teyla Cleirigh (Aunt): She is by far the cutest thing on the planet. She is a perfect mix of his grandparents. He loves their weekends together and thinks she’ll be a great influence on Margo Wilhelm and their community in general. 
Nathan Cleirigh (Uncle/Podcast Guest): Ryan doesn’t remember much about Nathan growing up but he has had a large impact in his adult life. Nathan often comes on his podcast to talk about mental health as supernaturals. 
Ethan Cleirigh (Uncle): He remembers his uncle’s awesome bedtime stories and their trips to the circus or magic shows. Ethan introduced Ryan to podcasting after one of his deployments. Ethan has joined his podcast once or twice but Ryan knows he listens to all of his recording and promotes him too. 
Akasha Genesis (1st Cousin Once Removed/Podcast Guest): Just like her mother, Akasha has a strong voice and supports the female supernatural population; both mortal and immortal. They get along great whenever she is not trying to pull rank.
Gennifer Genesis (1st Cousin Once Removed/Podcast Guest): They aren’t as close as Ryan is with Owen or Akasha but they get along well enough.  
Owen Genesis (1st Cousin Once Removed/Podcast Guest): Ryan really likes Owen. His cousin usually joins his podcast and talks about the importance of not relying on magic too. Ryan is currently trying to bring him over on the darkside. 
Ronan Cleirigh (Granddad): He’s granddad isn’t bad at all but as a child Ryan was absolutely terrified of him. He and Ronan get along and Ronan usually takes his side against Judson when needed. Sadly, Ronan refuses to join his podcast.
Ishtar L Cleirigh (Grandma/Podcast Guest/Co-Host): Loland is by far Ryan’s favorite person in the world. She is one of the sweetest yet scariest person he knows. She has co-hosted with him multiple times. Her quick wit and no nonsense attitude livens up the place. 
Jia Cleirigh (Mentor): Ryan had to fight tooth and nail to get his father to let him mentor with Jia. Ryan has known Jia his whole life thanks to Jia dating Garrett. He hasn’t been mentoring under Jia long but has learned a lot from him already. 
Patch Cipriano (Godfather): Patch is his father's best friend and Ryan wasn’t surprised when he learned Judson had the documents legally drawn up. He’s heard rumors that his grandparents had it dissolved but he’s unsure. 
Audo Wilhelm (Friend): Audo is Ryan’s downstairs neighbor and they often watch sports together. Audo has always been around from what Ryan can remember.
Raphael Caron (Best Friend): Ryan attended primary and secondary school with Raphael. He was surprised when he found out his childhood friend had been turned into a vampire. They quickly restarted their friendship; making it easier now that Ryan did not have to hide his power and they are both immortal.  
Churchill Darling (Friend/Podcast Guest/Co-Host): Ryan met Churchill via Patch. He introduced him to his podcast and has him on as a co-host on most nights.
Garrett Cleirigh (Great Uncle/Podcast Guest): Ryan thinks Garrett is the crazy one, not Roman. He loves his great uncle but he’s a psycho. Ryan usually avoids Garrett requests to be on his podcast due to his bluntness and uncaring attitude. 
Roman Cleirigh (Great Uncle/Frequent Podcast Guest): Roman is entertaining. Ryan remembers being watched by his ghost as a child and Roman’s awesome babysitting skills and rules. Podcasting with Roman is one word… Interesting.
Brighton ‘Bee’ Genesis (Great Uncle/Podcast Guest): Bee is Ryan’s great uncle by marriage to Kaylor. Bee’s mellow personality alway makes Rayn feel welcomed.
Kaylor Cleirigh (Great Aunt/Podcast Guest/Co-Host): Kaylor is the Cleirigh free spirit that offered Ryan his first drink and blunt. She is a guest and co-host that is the voice for women everywhere, especially those without a voice of their own. 
Clarisse Fields (Podcast Guest): Clara comes on to talk about the Field’s history in Chicago and the extinction of larger animal shifters. She was one of the first animal shifters to grace his show and ratings were off the charts.
Vincent Kane (Frequent Podcast Guest): Vincent comes on to inform the supernatural public of their findings and what can be done to help them out.
Jace Cicero (Podcast Guest): Jace was one of the first witches Ryan got onto his show to talk about his history and his part in the local Council. He doesn’t come on frequently but when he does it’s a hit. He plans on becoming Jace's friend.
Edith Walker (New Friend/Podcast Guest): Edith is a local nimble shifter reporter that reached out to Ryan about joining him as a guest, Ryan quickly accepted. 
Duke Thornton (Distant Cousin/Frequent Podcast Guest): Duke usually comes on with Peter. They promote Anon and speak about homebrewing. Ryan is trying to get Duke and Peter to open up about the supernatural LGBT community.
Peter Knox (Frequent Podcast Guest): Peter usually comes on with Duke and speaks about Anon and homebrewing. Rarely does he open up about his history. Ryan is trying to get Peter to open up about the supernatural LGBT community.
Rayner Hamelin (Frequent Podcast Guest): Ray is one of Ryan's most anticipated guests. Ryan does try to get more information than Ray is willing to let out but it never works. Ryan takes whatever information Ray can give him.
Helo Adama (Podcast Guest): Helo does not come as often as Ryan would like. They can never stay on topic and talk about everything, including politics.
Minsky Edison (Frequent Podcast Guest): Minsky comes on to promote learning about supernatural powers and beings that are not their own. 
Briar Larson (Frequent Podcast Guest): Briar comes on to promote the happenings of the Underground. Ryan sometimes let Briar announce the blood types that the Underground are missing and hint toward people willing to donate.
Hostile Connections:
Catherine Barr (Dislike/Conflicted): Cat has tried endlessly to get his podcast shutdown. She thinks it's a huge breach of security and has brought the case to the Council more than once. He doesn’t know why she’s against him or his podcast. 
Tim and Lee Boaz (Indifferent): Tim and Lee have both made hateful comments about Ryan’s accused false and native reporting on his podcasts. 
Pets:
None
→ History Ryan was raised by a single parent but his community had a lot to do with his upbringing. He grew up around warlocks, witches, animal shifters, human shifters, vampires and humans. While he is not following in his father's footsteps, Ryan does have a hand for charms and spells. Thanks to his uncles, Ryan has been introduced to a lot of human technologies. One of his favorites being podcasting. Instead of reading or staying up late to watch TV, Ryan would stay up late listening to podcasting and thinking of ideas of his own. It wasn’t long before Ryan started his own podcast for the local supernaturals. Of course it starred his family mostly at first but he slowly started winning over more guests. He was the youngest Cleirigh until his grandparents decided they wanted kids again sometime after the Y2K scare. He likes his new uncle and aunt but misses being the youngest. → The Present Ryan has been working on Psychosomatic Illusions behind closed doors. He’s approximately 20 years away from advanced magic but his curiosity had gotten the best of him. He hinted to Jia that he would like to learn the basics of his advanced powers. He promised not to try and go further than the basic understanding and construct but Jia quickly shot him down. Having perfected altering his appearance and the appearance of things around him and excelling in his basic powers, Ryan is growing bored. His family has warned him of the dangers of practicing alone but he is throwing caution to the wind. 
Ryan's podcast has never been so popular. All of the local supernaturals are buzzing around and the last ratings showed an increase of activity all across the Midwest. In between his regular personal life, mentoring with Jia and continuing his potion and spell knowledge with Judson and Roman, Ryan wants more air time with his speakers and fans. Juggling everything has been a hassle now that he is sure Kate is interested in him. Ryan is plotting out ways to ask her out and thinks his next podcast will be about supernaturals dating humans and the necessary precautions.
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lotornomiko · 4 years
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Light Grasping Darkness Chapter Five (Of Six Sorta in between work safe and not worksafe...)
Emma POV...almost to the end...!
  It was stupid of her to have stopped. Hesitation of any kind would most likely get her killed, and even understanding that, Emma had still done it all the same. Wanting, NEEDING one last look at the pirate, emotions bubbling within her, words freezing in her throat at the sight of him. Not that Emma had known what to say in this situation. A situation that STILL felt unreal, Emma having had what amounted to the most intense, insane, greatest and ultimately tiring sex of her life. And with a pirate of all things. With captain fucking Hook, the man a story book legend of at least several worlds.
Of course the books had NEVER come close to mentioning Hook's attractive charm and appeal, his flirtatious ways, or the fact that he was amazing as a lover. No, the books hadn't touched upon that, or the sculpted perfection of his body, his rugged yet handsome dark looks, or the way his eyes turned black in sexual frenzy as he growled and fucked his way to climax.
It was a look that was now seared into her brain, that and dozens upon dozens of other intimacies Emma knew that she would never forget. She had been woefully unprepared for the reality of Captain Hook, for the attraction that had blazed between them from the start, and just as unprepared to learn that fairy tales didn't stop at just a kiss. She had her tired body as proof of that, bruised and sore in places that had been well used.
Emma hurt, and it didn't have all to do with overused muscles. Her feelings were stirred, conflicted and confused, ready to blur the line between lust and love. She had a connection now with Hook, forged in the heat of hours passed, the sex offering up a tenacious bond that could either be strengthened or shattered.
Confused as she was, Emma wasn't sure which extremes she leaned towards. Resentment actually curled inside her, Emma knowing that the situation she and Hook found themselves in, didn't allow room for a choice to be freely made. Because so long as Hook was the Dark One and under that terrible compulsion to kill her, that fledgling bond of theirs could only break.
Emma didn't know what the future held. Didn't know if she even had a future left to her. The frustration bloomed within her, Emma realizing she would never get to follow through on the messy complications caused by having mad, passionate, ultimately fantastic sex with Captain Hook. And it wasn't fair! Even if he was an over confidant, aggravating, and downright smug pirate, even if she didn't trust in happily ever after, or believe in true love's kiss, they should have had the right, the chance to make it or break it together.
Her eyes conveyed many things, a sad need in them. Hook's gaze showed he was suffering similar to Emma. They hadn't blurred the line, confusing sex for love, but they both were wanting more. A chance for something, anything other then what Cora and Regina would decide for them.
And then Hook was snapping at her, a hard edge to his expression that hadn't been there before. "Go!" He ordered of her, and flinching, the woman turned and ran out of the room. Her mind and feelings might be all torn up, but her emotions' conflict didn't stop her self preservation instincts from kicking in. Emma ran, keeping her hand on the hilt of her borrowed sword.
The smooth wood beneath her sock covered feet, made the way slippery. Her legs felt like jelly, in no condition to truly hold her up, let alone allow Emma to maintain running for very long. She slipped, slid, and stumbled her way through a narrow corridor, noting the sway of the floor, and realized she was on a ship just moments before she climbed the last step to the deck of what had to be the Jolly Roger.
Thankful that the ship hadn't been put out to sea, Emma's heart still constricted painfully in her chest at the sight of Storybrooke's harbor. It might be familiar ground, but the harbor was located almost exactly opposite of where she had to be, Emma knowing there was only one place she could go. Only one place that would be safe or so she hoped, Emma knowing she had to leave Storybrooke, actually cross it's magical and cursed boundary. Once past it, even if the Queens followed, their magic would become useless, stripping them of any real power. And their memories too, if Emma was really lucky.
It was a long shot in more ways than one. Emma hoped for the Queens to be cursed, to follow and lose everything, their magic, their memories, their evil. But if they couldn't, if things remained as they were, Emma and her family would have no choice but to leave Storybrooke. An idea that HURT, for Storybrooke had actually become home to Emma. It wasn't just the town, but the people who made up its population, the friends Emma cared about, the people she had protected for over a year's time as their sheriff. Emma might lose all that, AND the love of the parents she had only just begun to know, for David and Mary Margaret had no protection from the boundary's curse. They would forget their daughter, forget who they really were, even forget the danger that stalked them.
But for now Emma pushed aside thoughts of that, and the difficulties that would accompany her parents losing their true memories. She had to focus on getting to the town's limits, to luring her enemies to cross over after her. And she wasn't going to get far on foot, Emma cursing under her breath as she realized her car keys were in her pocket. Her jeans' pocket, the denim lost somewhere amid the mess of Hook's bedroom cabin floor.
Emma almost slowed, almost turned back the way that she had come. And it hadn't been all out of the desire to get her keys. Not when she had excitement thrumming through her at the mere thought that she would get to see him again. Excitement that couldn't be dimmed by the truth, by the knowledge that Emma would be risking her life to venture back into the pirate's den.
Recognizing she had been screwed in more ways than one, Emma continued her running. She was off of Hook's ship, and now running on the concrete of the harbor's grounds. Running in the direction that would lead to main street, to Gold's shop, to where her car was parked nearby. Hoping she would have enough of a head start to hot wire her own car, and hating the girlish impulses that had Emma wanting to imagine anything good could come of encountering Hook a second time.
Ever a practical woman, Emma forced herself to push aside her thoughts and foolish wants. She made herself think not on Hook, on what they had just shared, on what could have come as a result of it, and instead focused on her present. On the objectives she gave herself. Get to her car. Hot wire it. Then drive like a mad woman, breaking all known traffic laws to get to the town's limits. Worry about David and Mary Margaret later, hoping they were safe with Henry and Ruby, and that they hadn't been forced to cross over the cursed boundary early.
Emma almost made it to phase two of her plan, actually had her hand on the door of her beloved yellow car, when it happened. Her skin tingled with awareness, hairs raising on the back of her neck, and then she was spinning, Hook's borrowed sword in her hand. The naked metal gleamed with the shine of the street's spotlights, slicing through air and slamming into flesh. She felt as much as heard Hook's surprised grunt, the pirate not having tried to block or deflect her blade's attack.
"Hook!" She gasped like a fool, her heart's beat yammering away in her chest.
His eyes were a tormented blue, so sad and ridden with pain that had nothing to do with the wound her sword had inflicted into his flesh. Emma found it an ill fitting expression, Hook a man who should have been full of light and laughter, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Not looking so bleak and defeated, so tortured over what he had been made to do.
"Run." He said, not bothering with the sword in his side. His hand was gripping her arm, pulling Emma way from her car. Practically flinging her away from him, Hook sounding desperate as he repeated his urgings. "Emma quickly, run!"
She stumbled on the sidewalk, before gaining a steady footing. Nodding, Emma began to run, tossing back over her shoulder words at Hook to fight it. To fight the compulsion the queens had forced on him. She didn't get a reply, Hook busy making sounds, tortured moans chasing after her as the pirate fought against Cora's command.
The sounds made her chest tighten, Emma feeling for Hook. Feeling for his pain, for the agony he was going through, and that was before he screamed. Still running, Emma turned to look over her shoulder, and ran into something solid. Dread hit her, Emma knowing without looking that it was the pirate she had run into. Hook with his black leather, his sea salt taste, his spicy after shave, and a body she would forever now recognize by the fit, the feel of it against hers.
Wanting to melt against him, but stiffening instead, Emma tried to back away. But Hook was grabbing at her, his hand on her arm, his hook at her back. Locking her in a steel embrace, effortlessly pressing her wildly struggling body against his. He held her while Emma fought, trying to get a leg up, attempting to smash their heads together, anything to get free. She accomplished nothing save to tire herself out, Emma red faced and panting, her chest heaving in a painful manner.
"Emma, I'm sorry." Hook said, and it was made worse because he meant it.
"Fight it!" Emma cried out, her eyes flashing with desperation.
"I...I can't..." Hook whispered, his skin looking so pale with the admission. "I just don't have the strength anymore..."
"Damn you!" But she was sagging in his embrace, too tired to truly do anything more. She hadn't had enough sleep, wasn't getting enough air, was hurting too much all over. Emma was almost reaching the point of not caring, the last of her thoughts being devoted to Henry and her parents. Wishing they had enough time, hoping a cursed David and Mary Margaret would listen to and take seriously Henry's warnings.
Whispering apologies of her own, Emma thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, when the area around them blurred together. She shifted at Hook's voice, hearing him apologize once more, but from a distance.
"I'm sorry Emma. The orders have changed. I have to bring you to them..."
She let out a bitter sound at that, thinking that Regina probably wanted the satisfaction of killing Emma with her own hands. The dark haired queen would probably spend an insane amount of time gloating, bragging about how she would now be the only mother that Henry would ever know. Twisting the knife deeper in Emma, making her sick with the knowledge that her son, Henry, might end up stuck in the care of that spiteful, hateful woman forever.
The idea made her sick, but also angry, Emma standing up straighter in Hook's embrace. Willing herself to be tough, to be ready, arming herself with a sarcastic wit, and her fiercest glare. Making ready to face Regina one last time, to die with her spirit intact. Emma didn't think she stood a chance of surviving, but she would do her best to fill Regina with doubts, with fears and uncertainties about the kind of life she would have with Henry. Because Emma was certain that happily ever after would elude the woman. It had to, because Henry would never be able to love the woman who had killed his mother. She would be a monster in his eyes, and Emma would make her understand that in no uncertain terms.
Reality shimmered as she thought this, the dizzying effects of Hook's teleportation magic lessening, as the colors around them solidified into shapes. The familiar looking couch made her gasp, Emma recognizing this place as the apartment she shared with her son and her parents. A place she hadn't ever expected to see again, and Mary Margaret's glad shout wasn't so much music to Emma's ears, as the herald of the chaos that would follow.
Emma looked into Hook's eyes, seeing the confusion there mirrored her own. Her lips started to part, to ask Hook a question he surely didn't have the answer to. And then sound rushed in, Emma hearing a man, her father, shouting in a commanding tone of voice.
"Let her go, Hook!"
Immediately the arms around her loosened. Emma still stared at Hook, still did noting but stand there. Soft hands snatched at her arm, Emma being dragged from Hook's arms. She stumbled in the direction pulled, trying to turn when a woman pressed against her. Hugging her fiercely, nearly weeping in relief, Mary Margaret actually trembling as she held onto her daughter.
Stiff back and full of tension, Emma stared past her mother at Hook. He hadn't taken his eyes off the blonde, not even to acknowledge the approaching man. It wasn't until David was right in front of Hook, that the pirate truly looked at him, and only for a second before the prince was throwing a bone crunching punch.
Emma cried out when David's fist connected with Hook's face. She swore she saw red flecked spittle fly in the air, thought she felt the gathering of malevolent energies. She prepared herself to see Hook lash back at her father, actually tried to take a step in that direction. But Mary Margaret's hold went from comforting hug to restraining hold, the woman trying to keep her daughter out of what was happening.
Emma fought her, almost violent in her attempts to jerk free. Mary Margaret had no trouble holding on. Emma was simply too tired, too sore, too full of aches, to be at full strength. She felt weak, actually swayed as though she might faint, her eyes fluttering rapidly as David punched Hook a second time.
"Don't!" Emma cried out, but no one understood she was begging BOTH men to not take things any further.
Hook met her worried gaze, Emma thinking he would at least listen to her. But then David landed a third punch, and Hook snapped. He struck out with his arm, backhanding David across the face. He didn't try to temper his strength, the prince actually being thrown across the room. He landed against a counter in the kitchen, and something clattered to the floor with a loud echo of sound.
Expecting Hook to go for David, Emma was shocked when the pirate froze, staring transfixed at something on the floor. Not knowing what it could be, not daring to hope for any other result, Emma turned in Mary Margaret's grip. Her gaze went not to her father, who was unsteadily using the counter to help himself up off the floor, but the thing that had made that loud echoing sound.
It was too big to be a simple kitchen knife, too short to be a sword. It was in fact a dagger, but not just any one. It was the Dark One's dagger, the thing that both controlled him, and could kill him. That David had it wasn't as confusing as Emma might have thought, the woman realizing something major had had to have gone down. Something that had allowed the weapon to change hands, to give them the advantage they hadn't had before. Emma almost wanted to cry, so relieved to see the dagger was no longer in the queens' possession, even as she wanted to scream at her parents for risking themselves like that.
She never got the chance to do either, David and Hook exchanging a look. Tension crackled in that look, a split second decision made. Both of them moved, Hook almost faster than the eye could see, David lunging desperately for the dagger but still too slow. Hook was set to snatch the dagger off of the floor, when out of nowhere a burst of blue energy struck just before his hand.
With a wild sounding snarl, Hook pulled back his arm, whirling in place to track where that magic had come from. The dagger itself was airborne, David making a grab for it. and missing, It somersaulted slowly, almost as though it was floating instead of falling, and eventually landed in the palm of a feminine hand.
Silence followed, Emma blinking in stunned surprise. And it was a surprise, Storybrooke's Mother Superior having materialized from nothing to appear before them. Dressed in a nun's habit, the woman looked the picture of severe grace. However the blue tipped wand she held in her right hand, was completely out of place with her holy robes.
"It is done." She announced with a serene smile. The tension immediately whisked out of Mary Margaret, the woman almost swooning in place, relying on her daughter for support. Emma had no idea what had been done, and looked around the room, noting David still looked like he wanted to attack Hook.
As for the pirate, he seemed frozen in place, gritting his teeth in annoyance, but otherwise making no moves. His eyes were on the Mother Superior, his gazed riveted by the dagger she still held.
Shifting in place, Emma drew their attention to her, as she cleared her throat loudly. "Would someone be so kind as to tell me what the fuck is going on!?" Her no nonsense tone was meant to get answers, not cause Mary Margaret to start shaking with a laughter that was half sobbing.
"It's a long story." Mary Margaret managed to say, and Emma almost laughed and cried too, because she realized they now all had the time to hear such a lenghty tale.
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To Be Continued....
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alright this is kinda bad but I'm gonna ask anyway. so I'm a new/casual hockey fan and this girl I'm friends w is super into hockey and I'm kinda having to bluff my way through convos rn so could you give me a basic summary of the roster and stuff pls :)))
okay babe, so this is how we’re gonna set this up for you… personality quiz style. (also wait I’m assuming you mean Bruins so. im very sorry if this was about another team lol)
Step 1: pick your star
- Do you strive for perfection? Do you look for stability in a relationship? Can you appreciate a good beard? Do you need a perfect man to project all your feelings regarding men onto and then you never have to even look at another man in real life? Then Patrice Bergeron is the guy for you. He’s perfect. Like legit. Has been nominated for the Selke Award (best defensive forward) approximately a gazillion times, eventually they’re going to change it to The Bergy. Gorgeous play maker, dominate on the face-off circle. Quiet leader in the room. A pillar of the Boston community. The only person who can tame Marchand (we’ll get to him later). Every person in New England is AT LEAST 30% in love with him, regardless of sexual orientation. (I’m not even kidding). Future Hall of Famer. Without a doubt. (Forward (Center), #37, first line)
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- Do you enjoy carbs? How about charming smiles? Do you enjoy men who toe the lines of fashion? Do you like a show, flashy lights and stunning tricks? Do you like people who make you smile, no matter how bad your day is? Then David Pastrnak is your man. Better know as Pasta (said with a deep Boston accent), he’s been tearing up the ice from the moment he arrived in TD Garden. A member of the Best Top Line in the League (alongside Bergeron - and that other guy who we will get to later). His goals are always absolutely nasty, just. Sexy, sexy hockey. Off the ice he’s sunshine personified, known for his chipped tooth smile, wearing checked suits and floral shirt, and just being generally the best. (Forward (winger), #88, first line)
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- Are human sized chipmunks something you think would be pretty cool? How do you feel about Long Island? Would you think it’s funny if a guy who was a star player on a Boston team dated the daughter of a Pittsburgh coach? Do you think it’s even funnier if a guy who tweeted “I hate the Bruins” then proceeds to get drafted by them? Then Charlie McAvoy is your star d-man. At the ripe old age of 21, Long Island native Charlie McAvoy already carries a huge chunk of responsibility on the Bruins defense core. A future leader for the team (captain. imo), Charlie puts up incredible minutes, and is the perfect complement to his d-partner Zdeno Chara (we’ll get to him too). Also known as Cheeks (on tumblr) or Mac (by his teammates), Charlie isn’t afraid to throw his weight around on the ice, and he looks good doing it. Dude is a Bonafide Stallion. (Defense, #73, 1st Pair)
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Step 2: Pick your Dad
- Are you vegetarian? How do you feel about EXTREMELY tall men wearing easter bunny onesies? Do you prefer to bike to work instead of taking the train? what about pigeons? If you consider pigeons friends, then Zdeno Chara is your new dad! (Boogie Woogie Woogie). You know how Bruins fans like to say - Don’t Poke The Bear? Well Big Zee is that hypothetical bear. Our beloved captain and father earned himself quite the reputation on the ice, known for his hard AF slap shots and even harder punches. Clocking in at 6′9″ and 250lbs, Zad is still a beast at 42 years old - and he apparently has no plans to retire. While his age doesn’t appear to be slowing him down on the ice, Zee has shown his softer side off the ice with his inspirational and extremely cute Instagram. He came into Boston in 2006 and was named Captain upon signing, and has forever changed the culture of the Boston Bruins. Chara facilitates an inclusive but hard working locker room, and his legacy will live on in Boston long after his retirement. (Defense, #33, first pair)
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- Are you a dog person? Also are you American? Those are really the only 2 qualifications you need to chose David Backes as your dad. Although some of us older folks like me (at the stunningly old, reaching retirement age of 26) might consider Backes to be more of a daddy, the majority of Bruins tumblr view him as their Dad. Common nicknames include Dadkes and Papa, and his effect on the team after being brought back into the line-up during the playoffs has endeared him to fans. While his deal is… not great (he’s expensive!!) and he hasn’t performed up to how much money he’s paid, it’s clear that he’s a leader on the team. The young guys look up to him, and the older guys respect him, and that’s what we’s appreciates ‘bout him. Also. He LOVES animals. Backes and his wife Kelly (who have known each other since kindergarten how cute is that shit) have their own charity that helps animals!! (Forward (Winger/Center), #42, currently 2nd line)
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- Were you really into magic as a kid (or currently)? Have you always gravitated to your one friend’s dad who was super quiet but super smart and taught you how to play chess at that cookout one time? Then your new dad is David Krejci! Sometimes called The Wizard, Krejci is known to make magic happen on the ice. Between no-look passes and somehow being able to know exactly where his wingers are going to be before they even know, tbh. Krej is probably the MOST underrated player on the Bruins, but he’s always dependable, and always seems to be there when you need him.  (Forward (Center), #46, 2nd Line)
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Step 3: pick your weirdo
- Have you never eaten a vegetable willingly in your life? Do you consider yourself a chef - specifically for children? Do you think getting your teeth knocked out is fun and exciting? Then Jake “JD” DeBrusk is the dude for you! Goofy AF off the ice and a sniper on it, Jake is extremely worthy of being your chosen weirdo. He has a lucky winter hat named “tuukka” that he’s been wearing all playoffs, and he might only have one brain cell but we love him for it. At one point called a draft bust, Jake has been proving himself to be an elite player, and has been a steady winger for Krejci all season. Plus. He’s cute af. (Forward (winger), #74, 2nd Line)
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- Is getting under other people’s skin one of your favorite activities? Do you like to piss people off by being better than them at everything? Does licking someone’s face in the middle of a hockey game seem like a Good Idea to you? Back in step number one did you chose Patrice Bergeron as your Lord and Savior? Then Boston’s favorite Pest - Brad Marchand - is the guy for you! Brad started off as an undersized fourth liner, and has worked his way up to one of the top scorers in the league. Outside of Boston he’s probably the most hated player in the NHL - earning himself a reputation for being a pest (at best), and sometimes being dirty (at worst). This year we are proud to announce that he did not get suspended once! Though he did come in just short of 100 Penalty Minutes. Marchy was our top scorer this year, and has become an integral part of this team. (Forward (winger), #63, 1st Line)
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- Are you secretly an arsonist? Are frogs your favorite animal? Do you have a crush on that Pretty Jock that’s in all your classes and sometimes smiles at you in the lunch line? Then Danton Heinen is the weirdo for you. Danton has been a quietly steady performer for the Bruins this season, spending time on the top line with Bergeron and Marchand when Pasta was out. He’s growing into quite the play maker, and he’s known for making good decisions on the ice that lead to goals. Danton also happens to look like a frog, which is an important character trait imo. He’s a tumblr favorite, but he’s a good person to like even in real life, because he makes an impact on the ice. (Forward (winger), #43, 3rd Line)
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Step 4: chose your conventionally attractive white boy
- OKay we’re not doing the questions thing because judging by your ask you may not even be interested in men so i’m just going to dive straight into the description. He’s tall with a strong jaw and perfect curls and pecs of a God. Charlie Coyle is a Weymouth, MA native who Boston brought back home at the trade deadline. He’s been a bit of a hero this playoff run, and he looks damn good doing it. The B’s have been searching for a good 3rd line center, and Charlie has filled the role perfectly. Personally, I am deeply in love with him, in case you could not tell. (Forward (center/winger), #13, 3rd Line)
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- an integral member of the Bruin’s all important Line 1A (aka the 4th line), Sean Kuraly has got it all. Piercing blue eyes? Check. Perfectly highlighted hair? Check. Cute little chin? Double check. Though he’s been photographed wearing jorts and an open flannel shirt with nothing underneath it, Sean is still a certified Babe. He’s been Klutch in every playoff run he’s had with the B’s, and is the scoring force behind the 4th Line’s brawn. Not to mention, his signature celly is a leap from the ice! (Forward, (center/winger), #52, 4th Line)
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- Brandon Carlo… how do I begin to explain Brandon Carlo? Brandon Carlo is flawless. He has two bible tattoos and a designer bulldog. I hear his hair is insured for $10,000. I hear he does Tri-City Americans commercials… in Washington. His favorite movie is Miracle. One time he met David Backes on a plane… and he told him he was pretty. One time he punched me in the face… it was awesome (’cause he missed). In all seriousness though, Monte is a hardworking, defensive defenseman, who has really shone this season. He doesn’t show up on the scoreboard often, but he makes it really hard for other teams to get goals. Even though he struggles to score empty netters... he’s still a babe. (Defense, #25, 2nd Pair)
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Step 5: Chose your shorty
- If you’re thinking - wait, shouldn’t Marchand be in this category? Isn’t he the smallest guy in the World? Then Torey Krug is the Short King for you. An ELITE offensive defenseman, Torey is absolute dynamite on the ice. In game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals Torey made history by becoming the first Bruins player ever to record 4 points in a stanley cup finals game. Krug is quick on his feet and can snipe from the blue line, but isn’t afraid to lay down the law when he needs to. Notorious for loosing his helmet so he can show off that flow, Torey also has a bulldog named fenway and a BABY on the way. (Defense, #47, 2nd Pair).
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- Is talk shit, get hit a favorite saying of yours? Can you appreciate biceps the size of your head? Then Noel Acciari is your man. He might be short but he’s built like a tank, and he uses that bod to plow through guys on the ice. Noeldozer is known for laying down the cleanest hits, and we love when he takes out the trash! The Rhode Island Native got married last summer, and has a golden retriever named Thor. His mouth is currently fucked right up but I promise he’s actually kinda pretty. (Forward (winger/center), #55, 4th Line)
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- Are you one of the apparent hoards of people that think a Boston accent is sexy? Could you get into a guy who says the fuck word on live television? Are collarbone tattoos a thing you admire? Do you like sexy, tough little son’s of bitches? Great! Matt Grzelcyk is the little guy for you. A BU grad who’s become a cornerstone of the Bruins d-core, Grz is a tough little cutie who works hard and gets shit done. More of an offensive defenseman, Matty G has been there for the team even when all of our other defenseman were injured. His Dad has worked at the Gahden for like a million years, and playing for the B’s is a dream come true for Matt and his family. He got taken out in Game 2 of the Finals, and the Bruins are currently seeking revenge. Dude’s got a good beard going too. (Defense, #48, 3rd Pair)
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Step 6: Pick your goalie
- As much as we love Jaro, there’s only one goalie you need to know about when you’re learning about the Bruins... 2 U’s 2 K’s 2 Points... Tuukka Rask! The clear MVP of the Playoffs this year, Tuukka has been a brick wall in the net for the B’s. He’s known for being quick tempered and a little... wild, at times, having been caught on camera beating the shit out of a bunch of milk crates and on time brandishing a skate blade at the refs like a knife. Though some fans seem to never forgive Tuukka for the B’s loosing the 2013 playoffs, around these parts we love and respect and rely on his prowess in the net. Off ice, he kinda looks like the grinch (and knows it), though apparently Bergy thinks he looks like Harry Styles (i wish i was kidding). He’s also got 2 adorable little girls! (GOALIE, starter)
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So now you’ve got 6 guys that you know about, right? I would pick 1 or 2 of those to be the ones you pay attention to. Listen for headlines about their goals/play, if you’re watching games, look for their numbers on the ice. All you gotta do is be able to say “Wow did you see that Coyle goal on Saturday night?” and all of a sudden you sound like an expert! (This works even better of you choose a guy not from the first category). 
If you have more questions about specific players or lines, feel free to reach out! I know not a lot but I know many people who actually do know things lol
(Also to any of Bruins tumblr who made it this far, I KNOW i’m missing your faves okay. Wagner, Clifton, Nordy, MoJo, Moore, and half the providence roster deserve a spot on here. But I’ve already written too much)
(Also Also, special thanks to Lil for helping me with Monte’s description) 
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Ghost with a chane
CHAPTER ONE: HOW IT HAPPENED
Our story takes place in a medium-sized, quiet city known as Heaven’s Brook. Located near the southeastern sector of the United States, not many people know of its existence, even in its neighboring cities. It’s a dull, boring place, with the exception of maybe a few scenes of interests like a lush field by the train tracks where you can watch the sun set behind a grove of trees as it dazzles a nearby pond into a shower of sparkling lights. Still, not many people find a reason to stay in the city and have dreams of leaving for New York or Chicago. Most people uptown are able to make it in the big world or stay behind with a stable job, while downtown is far more delinquent, with many taking part in the underground market in drugs and eventually finding themselves in one of Heaven’s Brook two prisons.
Still, I can’t say I love this town. Well, in a way I am glad that I was raised here because in this way I was able to meet all the amazing people in my life. Just thinking about them makes me happy. I still say that Heaven’s Brook is a bore though. Except for one thing.
You see, there’s something about this city that makes it special, even though hardly anyone knows about it. Perhaps something way back in the annals of history caused its state, or maybe it was an act of the cosmos. But behind the scenes Heaven’s Brook has always been susceptible to extraordinary and fantastic things happening in it. I guess I have these powers to thank, because if it wasn’t for them I never would have been able to have this whole journey that I’m about to recount. I never would have gotten my second chance at life. And I guess I’m telling you this because, well, I’m not sure. I want to say there’s a moral, but I can’t quite put it in words. Oh well, I’m sure you can take something out of this on your own. But this is my story. We’ll begin on March 2, the day I died. *** ìSean?î There were people everywhere. The din of people talking, hooting, singing, and yelling, all while downing beer after beer after beer in red cups. The music pulsed throughout the entire house, some rap song with a guy that had an annoying voice. The whole floor was a mess with food and other junk all over it. Across the room I could spot a guy and a girl hooking up in plain sight. And I? I was sitting, alone, on this couch having downed my seventh beer. I don't even know why I came here, to this party filled with people I hardly ever hang out with, in the house of some guy I've never even talked to (never mind that he was one of those popular guys at school), in the middle of nowhere, downtown. And I had trapped myself, because I knew that I was too drunk to drive. Hell, driving over here while sober had been a nightmare of its own. But I guess I just didn't want to be alone on this night. The irony. "Sean." I turned to face the person who had just sat down next to me and was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face. "You don't look too great," Nathaniel stated.
"I know," I muttered quietly, taking another sip of beer. Nathaniel grabbed my hand. "Come on," he said, and without resistance from me he pulled me up and led me over to the bathroom. The two of us went in and he shut the door behind him. Now that we had our privacy he continued. 
"So, are you going to tell me what's up?"
"David said that he would be here, but he flaked out at the last moment and now I'm stuck here," I explained with a sigh. My eyes scanned the surroundings. The bathroom was actually kind of nicely-made. While the floor could have used a bit of scrubbing, the room was warmly-lit by candles, with an ornate marble sink and white tiles on the walls.
Nathaniel frowned. "That can't be all of it." I sighed again and looked at Nathaniel. While he wasn't at David's level, I considered him to be a good friend, and he was one of the few people who knew of my sexuality. After a pause, I finally decided that I could confide in him. "I can't get over Sarah," I said. "I'm sorry, man." Nathaniel pulled me into a hug, pressing me tightly against him. I rested my head against his shoulders. The alcohol was making me feel a little bit groggy, and I felt safe and comfortable in his arms. "You two went out for a long time," he continued, "but we're still juniors. We're still young. That's plenty of time to move on and find someone else." "Thanks," I replied. "But I think I really was in love with her. I mean, right now the feelings have died down, but I still think about her, and there are just some days when the feelings come back and I can't take it." "Just give it time," Nathaniel said gently. "And try to focus on other things. Try to focus on other people." He pulled his head back so that he could look at me. Our eyes met, and suddenly, I became aware of a multitude of sensations. The warmth of Nathaniel's body as our arms were still wrapped around each other. The smell of his clothes. How close his face was to mine. My heart began to beat faster. I felt nervous, butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach. There was a feeling deep inside me that pierced the alcoholic buzz and made me feel awake yet dreamy at the same time. And while I was making all of these observations, the two of us were silent, just gazing into each other's eyes. He had the same eye color as me, but his were brighter and full of life and compassion. "I'm drunk," I suddenly blurted out. "Me too," chuckled Nathaniel. "But Sean, listen. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, okay?" He smiled, and it sent a jolt through my spine. "I know that," I said and smiled back, moving my face closer to his. He did the same, and before long our lips met. Currents swept through my entire body as I tasted him. I drank it all in, his touch, his smell, his taste, his looks. Even amidst the background thump of the blasting rap music I could forget that I was in some popular guy's house in the middle of nowhere. All that mattered now was that I was with Nathaniel. I was in a world of absolute bliss and serenity. Then there was a knock on the door, pulling both of us out of our spell. "Hurry up! I gotta piss!" someone yelled from the other side of the door. Nathaniel wiped his mouth and answered, "Just use the bathroom upstairs, I'm gonna be in here for a while!" The guy outside groaned and we could hear his loud footsteps as he left. "Phew," Nathaniel said, then turned back to me. He began to look uncomfortable. "S-Sorry about that," he stammered. "Uh... It's okay?" Suddenly the moment was becoming very awkward. We became silent, but it wasn't the same, romantic silence that we had experience just seconds before. That spark that had caused me to press my mouth against Nathaniel's was gone. The magic in that brief moment had disappeared without a trace. Hastily I pulled out my phone and checked the time. "Damn, it's getting late, I should probably go home." "Oh, uh, okay. Are you sure you're going to be alright?" I nodded and opened the door, making sure no one was watching before striding out with Nathaniel behind me. He followed me out the front door and I looked back it him. He looked down and his lips were pursed as if he was looking for something to say. He finally settled with a "See you later," and I returned the farewell and got in my car. Through the city streets I went. Lost in my own thoughts, my mind shifted between Sarah, school, David, and above all, Nathaniel. I was still in love with Sarah, I knew that. She was not only the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, but she also had a beautiful personality. She was sweet, fun-loving, smart, witty, and respectable. We really hit it off sophomore year, and I had dreams of a future with her that went beyond college. Hell, I thought that maybe we could have gotten married. But two weeks ago we broke up. It all started when I decided to come out to her. She was a little uneasy at first. She had no idea how to deal with something like this, something that I had keep hidden from her in our 6-month relationship. Even though Sarah was the coolest girl I had ever known, she didn't really have much experience dealing with homosexuals, let alone going out with a bisexual. Couple that with the fact that we were living in the southern part of the United States, where homophobia leaked into our environment throughout our entire life, I expected her to be uncomfortable with this. But knowing her, she would have been able to overcome these prejudices if she had truly loved me. She would have. But then came the rumors. The timing was terrible, for they arose right after I had come out to her. Someone, I don't know who, had spread a false account of my cheating on Sarah. I don't even know how something with no evidence to back it up managed to get around and spread like wildfire, but Sarah definitely didn't take it well. She had always had issues trusting people, and even considering the possibility that I would cheat on her would shatter her. All of it was too much, and after a tear-jerking confrontation our relationship came to an end. I wanted to explain everything to her, but her mind was already set. My heart was broken, but damn it, I still loved her. So then what was that whole thing that just happened with Nathaniel? I didn't even know why it happened. Even though Nathaniel was a pretty attractive guy, I had never looked at him that way. He was a friend, and nothing more. Was it the alcohol? Was I being desperate? But no. Deep down I felt that it was more than some random hookup. That feeling, that intense sensation of being swept over. What did it mean? It was then that I became aware of what was around me. I didn't recognize the place at all. I cursed to myself for getting myself lost. Judging by the run-down looks of the area, I was definitely in the ghetto. Great. A rolled to a stop at a red light. I looked out my window and saw that there was a man wearing a gray hoodie walking towards me. No one else was in the streets. As he came up to my window I got a good look at his face. He was a caucasian man, possibly in his mid 20's, with an unshaven, ungroomed look about him. Probably a homeless man asking for money, or so I thought. I didn't even consider the dangers of being this place. And so, as he knocked on my window I made the greatest mistake of my life. The moment the glass went down he pulled out a pistol and pointed it right at my face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled. "Please, I don't have any money with-" I began but I was silenced by the sound of him pulling back the hammer. "I think you're gonna be my bitch. You like that? You want to be a hero? You actually think this shit is real?" the man babbled. He wasn't making any sense! And as he glanced at his face I saw that his eyes were bloodshot. Shit, this guy was a druggie. I was silent. I felt like anything that I said would only anger this guy. Through my peripheral vision I saw that the traffic light had turned green. The alcohol seemed to wash away as my mind got geared towards my own survival. I could floor the gas and try to get away, but a hundred doubts filled my head immediately. The sound of the car would only trigger the man's reflex, which would be too fast for me to be able to zoom away, especially at point blank range. "Are you going to answer me, chicken-shit?" the man growled. I gulped. "What do you want from me... I swear I will give it to you if I-" "Shut up! I am tired of your shit. Fuck, do you think you're God or something? You fucking make me sick. Say your fucking prayers, bitch because-" I slammed the gas pedal. I heard the sound of the gun firing. You know that period between falling asleep and entering a dream? That's what it was like. I felt nothing. I saw darkness. My senses were dulled, and there was nothing to taste, touch, see, smell, or hear. I was literally in this void of nothingness. I didn't really think much of it. I was tired. I tried to think of a lot of things, but even that was hard. All I wanted to do was rest. Time passed, but I don't know for how long. It could have been a few seconds. It could have been eternity. I managed to remember a few things. I recalled memories of Sarah. Of how I was in love with her, and then the subsequent breakup. And then there was Nathaniel. There was a tug. Suddenly, my thoughts got more rapid. Details of my life flashed before my eyes, just random events all over the years. Scenes from my childhood, scenes from high school, memories of camp and conversations I've had with my friends and the laughs and the tears I've shared. The tugging was getting stronger, and I felt that I was being pulled up, up. Higher and higher until BAM. In a flash of light I was standing on green grass with the sky above me and the suns rays shining down on me and the sound of cars passing by. I looked around and realized by the sea of tombstones that I was in the cemetary in my town. But how did I get here? I closed my eyes and focused. My entire body felt numb, and I still couldn't really feel anything. Scanning my memories I tried to think of the last thing I remembered. The party. Nathaniel. Leaving the party. Meeting the druggie. The gun. The gun. Shit. A sense of dread swept over me as I put two and two together. Opening my eyes I darted around and looked at the gravestone before me. And I saw my own name. "No, no, no, this can't be happening," I muttered out loud. I looked down at myself, wearing the same clothes from the night of the party. Sure, I was still totally visible, but there was no doubt that I wasn't alive anymore. My sense of touch was gone completely. I couldn't even feel the fabric of my clothes against my skin nor the weight of my feet on the ground. I also noticed that my sense of smell and taste were gone too, and I couldn't breathe at all, although I didn't really need to. On the inside I felt empty and weightless. I was a ghost. CHAPTER TWO: REUNION
Still in a daze, there was nothing left to do but walk. I slowly made my way into the street, not caring that there were cars zooming right through me. There were people walking by, and I waved right in their faces and yelled into their ears, but they didn’t respond to my presence. I even tried touching them. It was weird, because while my hand did seem to make contact with them, I couldn’t really feel it. It was more like my arm would just stop and I couldn’t move it any further. Occasionally my hand would pass through them, but I couldn’t do so at will. Giving up, I turned and decided that I should try to find people I knew. I felt a pang of sorrow and I realized how alone I was as a ghost. Sure, I can see all of the ones I cared about, but there was no way for me to communicate with them. No matter how much I cried out or reached for them, they would never acknowledge my presence. Never again would I be able to laugh with them, or have heart-to-hearts, or discuss the future or share moments of intimacy, or have movie-nights, or plan surprise parties and other events that I would be able to look back upon with fondness. It was too much. If I could I would have broken down into tears. But my desire to see someone, anyone from my past life, kept me going. David's house was nearby, so I decided that I would go there first. It didn't really take that long, and before I knew it I was before his white, medium-sized house. I reached for the door handle and tried to twist it, but I couldn't get a good grip on it at all. My hand just didn't cause any friction. Pressing against the door I tried to focus on going through, and with a little concentration I suddenly fell right through and into the foyer of David's house. Someone was coming. It was Alex, David's older brother. He was 21, well off into college, and apparently he had off and was home. Passing right by me without a thought, he turned to the stairs and called, "I'm heading out now!" "Okay!" I heard David's voice call from the second floor. And with that Alex left. Slowly I made my way upstairs. I could hear David's voice. It sounded like he was having a conversation with someone. "Do you mind if I hit the shower? I feel like I need to wash off all this chlorine," I heard him say. It seems like he had just gotten off swim practice. But that was strange. The swim season ended a few weeks ago. I should know, because I was on the team. About halfway up the stairs David passed by with a bundle of clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Deciding to follow him, I passed right through the door and was welcomed by the sound of the shower running. David had already hopped in, with his clothes piled on the floor. I looked at the plain-white curtain, knowing that he was behind it. David, my best friend since elementary school. We were extremely close, and luckily my feelings for him didn't develop sexually since he was straight, but nevertheless he had been very supportive when I came out to him and it only made us even closer. Did he know that I was dead? Surely people knew that I was at least missing. While I wanted badly to see him, I didn't want to see him miserable. Right now though, he was just taking a shower, so hopefully he wasn't just bawling his eyes out in there. I took a peek inside, my head going right through the shower curtain. He stood to my left, back facing me and busy soaping himself up. Even though he was naked, I didn't even feel the slightest twinge. I guess as a ghost I couldn't even get aroused. There was something different about him though. His shoulders seemed wider, he looked taller, and his hair was definitely shorter. I pulled my head back out of the curtain and sighed, lost in thought. Just standing there, waiting. It wasn't long before the shower went off. The curtain pulled back and there was David, naked and dripping with water. He jumped back, as if surprised by something, and I looked up. He was staring right in my direction, as if he were looking right at me. I turned around to scan for the place where his gaze fell, but it was just the toilet. Craning my head back, our eyes met. But it couldn’t be. He couldn’t see me, right? And then he opened his mouth and screamed.
I was at a loss for words. It wasn't long before there was banging on the bathroom door and someone yelled, "David, what happened?!" The voice sounded a bit familiar. David didn't respond. We just stood there, gaping at each other. Then the door swung open and I saw someone barge into the bathroom. It was none other than Nathaniel.
"David!" Nathaniel yelled. Then he too noticed me and he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened in shock and his face went pale. There was the longest period of silence. Then, Nathaniel finally opened his mouth. "Sean?" he whispered. "You see him too?" David asked, bewildered. Nathaniel nodded. "Uh, hi guys..." Was all I could say. "I don't believe it, you're..." Nathaniel walked up to me and attempted to give me a hug. Instead his arms passed right through me. "...You're a ghost..." he finished, sounding a bit crestfallen. Suddenly David became aware that he was stark naked in front of two guys and he snatched a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and a faint smile appeared on his face. "But you're back, man! I can't believe it. I just can't. You have no idea how much we missed you." ***
From there it was catching-up time. The three of us were seated in David's room, talking about everything that has changed since I died. Apparently an entire year had passed, which would explain why both David and Nathaniel looked older. It was a bit disorienting, since everything up to now since my death was happening so fast. They started talking about me, and we went over some of our best memories together. One topic they seemed to avoid was my actual death, as it seemed like they thought I would be sensitive to the issue. But I was just happy to be with my friends again. And I was happy that they could see me and talk with me. 
An hour passed, and Nathaniel had to leave. I decided that I would spend the night with David. We spent the rest of the day just talking, and before I knew it it was time for bed. Having completed all of his homework, David packed his backpack for the tomorrow, changed into an undershirt and boxers, then hopped into bed. I laid down right beside him. He yawned. "So what's it like being a ghost?" "It sucks ass," I grumbled. "I can't feel anything." "What do you mean?" "I can't tell if something is hot or cold. I can't tell if something is smooth or rough. It's like I have no sensations at all." "So you can't even get hard?" "Nope." "Damn, that really does suck." "Tell me about it." "Do you have any idea why you're here?" "Huh?" "I mean, do you have any unfinished business? The guy who killed you is still alive in prison you know." "Oh." I said. I hadn't really thought about that guy a lot. Even if he was the one who spelled me untimely demise with no reasonable motive, for some reason I didn't really care. There was no hatred, no want to track him down and seek revenge. It was bizarre. "I don't know," I replied. "There might be a few things, but I'm just glad I got to see you and Nathaniel again. And Iím really glad that you two can see me." "Yeah, I'm really happy too. Seriously, this is definitely the best day of my life so far," David said with a grin. ìSame here, î I flashed a smile back. "But I just wonder if anyone else will be able to see me," I pondered. "Well, we'll get to see tomorrow at school." "Yeah." Much to my annoyance, I found that as a ghost I was unable to fall asleep. David had already begun snoring, and there was nothing to do but sit for the next six and a half hours. I sat down by the side of his bed and gazed out the window. The stars were out, but the moon was nowhere to be seen. I contemplated going outside and exploring, but then I thought about how creepy that would be. I would be wandering around in the dark completely alone with no one able to see or hear me, and even though I didn’t have a body to get maimed I couldn’t help but consider the possibility of some supernatural spirit-eating freaks lurking around. A moan coming from David caught my attention. I turned around and looked at my sleeping friend. Another moan escaped his lips followed by a sigh. He shuffled around and eventually the sheets slid off of him, revealing his boxers with an unmistakable tent pitched. Looks like he was having a wet dream. I watched with interest but also with sexual indifference as his dream got more intense and his moans turned into grunts until finally with a satisfied ìahhhhî the tent in his boxers throbbed and white liquid leaked right through the fabric and dribbled onto his leg. David then turned onto his side to face me, his eyes still closed but with a contented smile on his face. I was envious. *** At 6:30 a.m. the alarm blared obnoxiously and David reflexively slammed it off with one swing of his arm. He yawned and sat up. ìGood morning,î he said groggily. ìHey, guess what? Ghosts can’t sleep,î I stated frankly. ìThen what did you do all night?î ìI watched you.î ìCreep.î David rose onto his feet and walked out into the hall. I followed him into the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. ìDo you mind?î ìOh, sorry,î I said, and I phased out of the bathroom through the door. I waited as he finished his business in the bathroom, went back into his room to get dressed and pack his school supplies, ate breakfast downstairs and then finally walked out the door. We hopped into his sedan and drove to school. Unfortunately, no one else could see me as I found out once we arrived. I visited everyone friend and acquaintance of mine, but none of them could see me. It was definitely a frustrating moment for me. However, it was interesting to see how everyone had changed over the course of one year. Some had different hairstyles, some grew taller, some grew buffer, some got skinnier, and some dressed differently. Still, I couldn’t help but feel down that I couldn’t speak with any of these people and really play catch-up. There really wasn’t anything else to do. I wandered into the girl’s bathroom to see what it looked like and managed to get a quick peek at girl’s bushes as they pulled down their pants, but it didn’t really matter since I had no penis to react to such a sight. I was hoping that I would see Sarah, but Nathaniel told me that she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow for she was at a college interview. In all, the day was pretty much a disappointment. With everyone around I couldn’t really hold a conversation with neither Nathaniel nor David since people would see them talking to themselves and think they were crazy. All I could do was watch as they talked and laughed amongst their friends, goofing around and having a good time. I felt pangs of sadness and jealousy. After school it was time to hit the pool. Nathaniel had soccer practice instead, but we resolved to meet at David’s house later that night. For about half an hour I saw my peers hop into a lane and swim back and forth. They did a few hundred meters of freestyle, then backstroke, then breast stroke, then butterfly. Eventually the sight got depressingly boring and I meandered my way into the boy’s locker room. I sat down on a bench and looked around. My eyes scanned the lockers. One of the doors was wide open, but there was nothing inside. It was the locker I always used when I was alive. I frowned. This whole being dead thing was really getting to me. Someone walked into the locker room. It was Michael Vicks, a fellow senior. ‘ve known him for a while now, but I never really talked to him. He was with the popular crowd and loved to go to bangers to get drunk and possibly score with some girls. As a guy who weight-lifted most of his teenage years he was extremely built. His muscles were the envy of many, but when it came to swimming his size was actually a disadvantage for he was as buoyant as a boulder. Still, using sheer strength he could hold his own in propelling himself through the water. Michael withdrew a bottle of water from his locker and chugged a large volume of it. After downing the whole thing he tossed the empty plastic bottle into the trash can. Assuming that no one else was present he scratched his crotch and farted. I smirked. I guess being invisible to others allowed for some amusement after all. Then something freaky happened. He walked over to the bench, right where I was sitting, and he began to lower himself. I was alarmed at first and felt the urge to move, but then I figured that I would just go through him. But as his butt lowered right into my lap I started feel these odd sensations. It was like warm water ebbing right through my body, and for a moment I could swear that I felt the pressure of myself seated on the bench. This startled me and before Michael’s body completely engulfed me I scrambled to the side. I tried to process what just happened, and then it hit me. How could I have not thought of it before? In movies, ghosts have always been able to do it. By stepping right into a living person’s body they take them over, body and soul. When I felt my butt on the bench, it was actually me experiencing Michael’s own sense of touch when I was partway inside him. If I could possess people, would I be able to feel and smell and taste again? Would I be able to know what it was like to be alive again? The possibility excited me. I looked at Michael, now seated obliviously on the bench, and considered giving him a try. Yet my own sense of morality was nagging at me. It wouldn’t be fair to steal someone’s body and rob them of any time from their life. It was like the ultimate invasion of privacy. And what if they were still conscious when I took them over? What if they could hear my thoughts while I was inside them and realize that they’ve been hijacked by the ghost of Sean Thester? That would be well, awkward, to say the least. After evaluating all the risks, I finally decided that the right thing to do would be to at least ask permission before possessing someone. Of course, that would mean that I would have to ask David since he was the only one around who I could communicate with. I left Michael alone and waited until practice was over. David got dressed and we made small talk on the way home. It was only after we had gotten into his house and up to his room that I brought up the proposal. ìHey David, I was wondering if, uh, I could try somethingÖî I began. ìWhat’s that?î he asked. ìWell, I want to see if as a ghost I can possess people, î I stated, uncertain of how he would react. ìSo you want inside me,î David nodded with a smirk. ìHa ha, yeah, if you want to put it that way,î I retorted with a grin. ìI’m desperate man. I want to know what its’ like to have all my five senses back.î ìWell, if I were in your situation I would definitely want the same thing, soÖî David trailed off and scrunched his mouth contemplatively. Then he asked, ìWhat are you going to do if it works?î ìI promise I won’t do anything crazy, and I won’t be in for too long,î I said, and I meant it. ìOkay, I trust you.î David sat down on his bed and threw up his arms. ìGive it a go.î ìReally?î I was a bit surprised that he was so easy to oblige. ìI mean, you’re not bothered by the idea of me controlling everything that you do?î David just shrugged. ìCome on man, you’re my best friend. Like I said before, I totally trust you, especially when you were considerate enough to ask me about this first. And if this is gonna help you out, then I don’t see why I shouldn’t let you do this.î Those words touched me, and I was truly glad that I had him as a friend. Anxiously I stepped in front of David and turned my back to him. Then I sat down. To my disappointment, I stopped moving where his lap was. With a frustrated grunt I shifted around, trying to wriggle my way into him. ìUm, Sean, you do realize you’re grinding me right?î David pointed out. ìJust give me a moment,î I said exasperatedly. I closed my eyes and focused. I recalled moments where I’ve been able to go through doors, but this time I was to go through a human being. And then I sank right down into David. CHAPTER THREE: TO FEEL 
There was that same feeling I had before. It was like I was submerged into a pool of warm water.  All of a sudden I was bombarded with a plethora of new sensations. I felt the bed underneath me. I felt my feet lightly touching the soft carpet. I felt the breeze coming through the window and brushing against my skin. I felt my chest rising and falling as I breathed in fresh oxygen. I felt the jeans and cotton t-shirt I was wearing against my skin. I smelled chlorine and the faint scent that belonged to David permeating through his room. I raised arms up to my eyes, examining them with wonder. I wiggled my new fingers and brushed against smooth, almost-hairless arms. Peering over my lap I saw a pair of thick legs and large feet that weren’t my own. I inhaled through my new nose and realized that the strong smell of chlorine was coming from me. After taking all of this in, I got up and walked over to the mirror. It was bizarre seeing the reflected image of my best friend rather than my own. I spent a few minutes making various motions and watching David’s reflection mimicking me flawlessly. Leaning in closer to the mirror, I made a few faces, feeling all his muscles expanding and contracting as I did so. I ran his hand through his blond hair. It was a lot softer than mine. Then, darting his tongue around I explored the soft interior of his mouth and felt how different it felt from my own mouth. ìHello, my name is David Johnson,î I said, feeling the vibrations in his vocal cords. I frowned. ìHello, my name is David Johnson,î I repeated carefully. Odd. I was hearing my own voice coming out. David’s voice was a little bit higher and softer. I also realized, upon closer inspection of David’s face, that his eyes had turned from blue to hazel, the color of my own eyes. I guess these were all side effects of occupying his body. I was so happy to be able to touch and feel and smell and breathe again. The flood of all these returning sensations had me feeling euphoric. David had just gotten off of swim practice, yet despite the slight soreness I felt in his muscles he was still full of energy, and I had to take it out. I walked over to his closet and pulled out a pair of black athletic shorts. I pulled down his jeans so that I could change into them, but then stopped. Looking straight down at his underwear, I gulped. It was there, underneath those boxers. I could feel it too, now that it belonged to me. Curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly stretched out the waistband of David’s boxers and took a peek. I’ve seen David’s member various times before, but seeing it from this angle as if it were my own was a whole new experience. I wasn’t sure if it was longer than mine, though him having a smaller bush of pubic hair made it look like it was. The veins didn’t pop out as much, and it had a little bit of a larger girth. I reached a hand down to touch it and it immediately responded. A jolt went through my entire body as I experienced a thrilling sensation that I had missed so dearly. David’s hormones raged through me and the urge to just stop what I was doing and masturbate was almost overwhelming. But I hesitated. Would David want me to be using his body like this? Forcing him to touch himself was like violating him. It had to be considered some form of rape, I reasoned. So I let go of his boxers, letting the waistband snap back against his abdomen, and pulled on his shorts. I still had a raging hard-on, but I ignored it and put on some socks. I went downstairs, put on his sneakers, and opened the front door. It was pretty warm outside, so I decided to take off his shirt. I tossed it by the foot of the stairs, and then started to jog along the sidewalk. Gradually I increased my speed before breaking into a run. It felt amazing. I was pumping my arms and legs, breathing lung-fulls of fresh air. The refreshing breeze brushed against my bare chest while the heat of the sun blared down on me, and before long I was working up a sweat. By the time I had run around the whole neighborhood and returned to David’s house, I was drenched. Luckily, since David had been in the pool, his body reeked only of chlorine. Up the stairs and into the bathroom I went. I stripped naked, then turned to the mirror and was greeted by David’s glistening, naked body. David was average build, maybe with a little bit more buff, but he had no tone. He didn’t have the same bulging, chiseled muscles that hardcore athletes had, and he had no body hair save for a little bit on his arms, legs, and pubes. Overall it gave him an undefined but smooth appearance. Unconsciously I placed a hand on his chest and started to rub it slowly. The sweat made his skin feel cool and slippery. Actually, it felt pretty good. I stopped when I noticed that I had given myself an erection, and hopped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me. The cold shower water immersed me like an invigorating cascade. I gave a contented sigh and reached for a bottle of David’s body wash. Taking a generous portion of the liquid into my hands I lathered it liberally over every square inch of David’s skin. His body became even more slippery and I relished the sensation. When I brought the gel to his penis it responded by sending a delightful shudder throughout my entire body. My heart was racing. I could resist no longer. Grasping his member firmly with one hand, I slid up and down, moaning with pleasure. I thought of Sarah, and what it would be like to be able to touch her naked body again. I replayed my one memory of having sex with her, the feel of my chest against her supple breasts, the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the taste of her lips and tongue, the smell of her hair and perfume. I recalled that fateful night, on that magical moment with Nathaniel where we kissed. Delving into fantasy I imagined us stripping and rubbing our naked bodies against each other. I imagined what his cock might taste like, and how it felt if his mouth was around my own, and how warm it must have felt to have my penis nestled within his anus. My mind raced through other people I found attractive. From people at school to celebrities to neighbors to people I caught a glimpse of on the street that caused me to do a double take. I thought about fucking every single one of them one by one. All these thoughts that I had pent up ever since I had risen from the grave, channeled into David’s dick. In return, it gave me sensations that were excitingly new and foreign. I can’t really describe it, but it was different from jacking off in my own body. It felt good, but it was a different kind of good I was experiencing. Eventually my thoughts became too much for little David to handle, and all that built up pressure was released in an explosion of cum that sent my mind reeling. I felt every drop flowing through his penis like running water, and then shooting out the piss slit like the squirt of a hose. Stream after stream kept pouring out, and I thought it was never going to end. Pure ecstasy. After the last drop of semen was pumped out, I turned off the shower. Throwing the curtain back I looked once more at my reflection. I was exhausted, and it showed as David’s chest heaved up and down in an almost exaggerated motion. Grabbing a towel I dried myself off, put on David’s shorts, and exited the bathroom feeling tired yet refreshed with the pleasant smell of his body wash still clinging to his body. My timing couldn’t have been better. The door bell rang once I strode out and I dashed down the stairs and checked the peephole. Smiling, I opened the front door to see Nathaniel standing before me. He, too, was shirtless, and having just arrived from soccer practice he was just as sweaty as I had been. ìHey,î Nathaniel said with a warm smile. I returned the smile and beckoned him inside. Closing the door behind him, I asked, ìHow was soccer practice?î ìEh, it was alright. The coach didn’t make us go hard since we have a game tomorrow, but we didn’t really get to do anything fun,î he replied. He looked around. ìWhere’ts Sean?î ìGuess,î I answered simply. Nathaniel looked puzzled. ìAre you okay? Your voice sounds-ì but he stopped in midsentence, squinting his eyes. He approached me slowly, all the while closely scrutinizing my eyes. ìDavid’s eyes aren’t hazel,î he stated incredulously. His mouth dropped a little as it hit him. ìI believe you wanted to do this to me?î I asked rhetorically, and I pulled him into an embrace. My bare chest pressed against his, and I noted how good it felt to meet skin with skin, especially when it was Nathaniel’s sweaty body I was meeting. ìWow,î was all Nathaniel uttered when we pulled out of our hug. ìYeah, I asked David if I could see if I was able to possess people, and it worked,î I explained. ìIt doesn’t seem flawless though,î Nathaniel said. ìYour voice is still coming out of his mouth, and his eye colorís changed to yours.î I nodded. ìI kind of want to see if I can fix that. Let’s seeÖî I cleared my, or rather, David’s throat, and focused on the sound of his voice. I could almost feel his vocal cords shifting in his throat, and I willed them to change back to how they were usually arranged. Finally, I opened David’s mouth. ìHello, my name is David Johnson.î Then I grinned. The words definitely came out with a timbre different from my own voice. Nathaniel grinned back. ìHey, you nailed it. That sounds exactly like David.î ìOkay, now for the eyes,î I said excitedly, now perfectly mimicking David’s voice with natural ease. I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about the cool blue color that had always lit David’s irises. Not hazel like mine, but blue. Bright blue. I opened my eyes. ìDid it work?î Nathaniel shook his head. ìNope.î ìAlright, well maybe if I spend more time getting used to all of this Iíll get it. But I guess I should give David his body back now. I did promise him that I wouldn’t be in him for long.î And with that, I closed my eyes and concentrated on separating myself from David. It took about thirty awkward seconds of me standing there silently, but then one sweeping moment I felt numb and physically detached. Taking the hint that this probably meant that I had successfully unbound myself from David’s body, I took a step forward, and just as getting in had been like dipping into warm water, getting out was like pushing through the surface and back into the world of feeling nothing. ìWhoaÖî I heard David say behind me. He looked a bit dazed, but within seconds he had regained his composure. ìOh, hey Nathaniel, he said. Then he looked at me. ìI’m guessing that it worked?î ìYeah, it was pretty cool,î I replied. ìThanks for letting me use you.î ìRight, but why am I shirtless? What did you do when you were in me?î he inquired, only now realizing his change of attire. ìI just went for a run and took a shower,î I said, taking care to omit the part where I jacked off in his body. ìSo you were looking at me naked then, weren’t you? That’s dirty,î he teased playfully with a smirk on his face. But from the look in his eyes, it seemed that he knew I had done more than just look. There was nothing malicious about his stare though, so it was like he was saying, ìI know what you did, but I guess I’m cool with it.î Nathaniel decided to take a shower, and afterwards he and David did homework together. All the while we conversed about many things. It was like any other day when I was alive, where the three of us would chill and talk about random stuff. For a while I was able to forget about my ghostly condition. It sure was great to have friends who could still see you when you were dead. After a while, Nathaniel checked the time on his cell phone. ìWell, I’d better get going,î he said. He got up from his seat and started to pack up all his belongings. Once everything was stored away in his book bag, he looked at me. ìHey, Sean, I was just wondering if you wanted to spend the night at my place?î he offered. I looked at David, who just shrugged. ìYou can go ahead if you want.î There was a smug, sarcastic look on his face. ìI mean, I’ll have to try my hardest but I think I might be able to stand one night without you.î *** While David’s family was hardly ever home, Nathaniel’s parents were a bit of a bother. They always sent him on errands and chores, and by the time we were actually secure in the privacy of his own room it was 10 PM.   I learned that Nathaniel liked to sleep naked, and my presence didn’t deter him from keeping up the tradition. As he threw off all of his clothes I didn’t even think about looking away. Yeah, he was a little bit slim, but his muscles were shown clearly, and he had an impressive set of abs and pectorals built from intensive running and the occasional trip to the gym. . But what amused me the most was that he didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he was sporting a massive boner as he crawled into bed. It almost seemed like he deliberately wanted me to see it when he chose not to get under the covers. ìThinking about me?î I asked playfully while pointing at his rigid member. ìPerhaps,î Nathaniel said, licking his lips and striking a mock seductive pose. The two of us laughed. Nathaniel’s bed was a full size, so there was plenty of room for me to lie down next to him. He reached out to touch me, but much to his disappointment found that his hand went right through like I was air. I tried to do the same, but even as my hand seemed to make contact with his skin he only shook his head. ìIt’s like you’re not even there,î he said. Sighing, I rolled over on my back and gazed up at the ceiling. ìYou know, I’ve been meaning to askÖ But how’s Sarah doing?î Nathaniel hesitated. ìWellÖî he began, ìYou know, when you died, she was absolutely heartbroken.î I sat up, almost pleasantly surprised. ìReally?î I was a bit skeptical. ìShe was pretty pissed when she found out I cheated on her. She wanted nothing to do with me after that.î ìI guess she still cared about you after all,î Nathaniel reasoned. ìBut I think she’s been able to move on.î ìOh, so she’s forgotten about me then,î I muttered. ìI wouldn’t say it like that,î Nathaniel said with a frown. ìI mean, no one really believes in ghosts, so it’s not like she had any hope of you coming back, you know?î ìHmph. I wonder if she’ll be able to see me.î ìI hope so. That would be nice.î Nathaniel looked at my face. ìHey, don’t look so gloomy. ì He thought for a moment. ìYou want to talk to her tomorrow, don’t you?î ìYeah, I do.î ìTell you what. If it turns out that she can’t see you, use my body.î I looked at him, a bit shocked. ìAre you sure?î He just chuckled with that warm smile of his after reading the incredulousness in my face. ìOf course,î he answered. ìSarah and I have gotten pretty close, so it shouldn’t be awkward. And I know how terrible it must be to be a ghost, so if you want you can use my body all day tomorrow. You can even play for me in the game tomorrow, as long as you don’t mess up too badly.î ìWow,î was all that came out of my mouth. It was an amazing offer. It’s true, being stuck without a body was pretty beat. It made me realize how much I had taken my own body for granted. Not once when I was alive did I ever stop to appreciate something as fundamental as one’s sense of touch. Possessing David and temporarily regaining all of my senses was admittedly one of the most exhilarating moments of my existence. ìI’m curious though,î Nathaniel suddenly said, breaking me out of my thoughts. ìYou never really told me your side of the story. What did you actually do that made you two break up?î ìIt’s just as she said,î I explained. ìI cheated on her.î Looking down in shame, I continued. ìThe thing is, I don’t even remember doing it. It was at one of those parties where I shouldn’t have been. Sarah wasn’t there, so the only thing I had to do was get drunk. After that everything kinda became a blur, and next thing I knew the word was out that I had hooked up with Alexis Desmond. We had hidden ourselves away in the bushes but people found us and even took pictures for evidence.î ìAnd Sarah couldn’t forgive you?î ìSarah has major trust issues. We had been together for so long, and for me to do that was like the ultimate betrayal,î I said sullenly. ìI see.î Nathaniel yawned and shivered, finally deciding to pull the sheets over him. ìIt’s getting chilly,î he observed. ìYou should get some sleep,î I suggested. Then I smiled. ìI wouldn’t want to be using a body that can’t keep his eyes open, right?î ìMmmÖ Right,î Nathaniel affirmed. ìGood night, Sean.î ìGood night, Nathaniel.î Within minutes he was asleep. Great, so now I was stuck for another night of doing absolutely nothing. Well, I could try braving the outdoors and do some exploring. That didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Then I looked at Nathaniel. I could also try possessing him. He was pretty clear in saying that I could use his body. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I hopped in now. All I would do is take advantage of his ability to sleep. Then I frowned, recalling what had happened when I possessed David. There’s no telling if I would be tempted into another endeavor like that, and I had no idea if Nathaniel would condone using his body in such a way. Whatever. I can just ask Nathaniel if I can play around with his body tomorrow. It was time to see what night was like in Heaven’s Brook. Too lazy to take the stairs, I simply hopped right through the window and onto the ground below. The side of the next house was right before me and I invited myself in. I phased into what I deduced as the den of the house. A rather large man was casually seated on an old-looking couch while guzzling beer and eating buffalo wings. Beside me was a television set, and just by hearing it I could tell that he was watching a baseball game. The beer bottle he was holding looked cold and crisp. The wings he was eating looked juicy and delectable. It made me realize that when I had possessed David I had not taken advantage of his sense of taste. Oh, what the hell. It’s not going to hurt if I’m in for a few seconds. I walked over to the fat guy and sat down right into his flesh. I felt like I had suddenly gained hundreds of pounds. Wasting no time I took a bite out of a wing. It was a bit spicy, but it was delicious nonetheless. Then I took a large chug of beer. Absolutely refreshing. I let out a burp and curiously rubbed my large gut. It was extremely bizarre being inside a body that was so much larger than my own. I sniffed, and then my face contorted with disgust. Man, this guy sure had BO. Immediately I ejected myself from him and was on my way. The streets were totally empty and unlit save for the occasional street lamp at the end of each block. Thankfully the moon was out, which didn’t make the dark much of an issue. There really wasn’t that much to see outside so I decided that checking out homes would be more interesting. It was about midnight and I explored many houses. A good number of people were already fast asleep, while others were up and busy. Some actually had work to do, and someÖ WellÖ I walked in on an attractive couple having sex. They were both young and fit with matching brunette hair and tan skin. I assumed that there was no one else in the house, as they didn’t seem to care that they were shaking the whole place up. Perhaps they were newlyweds. The man was on top, and both of them were moaning and rubbing and kissing and thrusting and sucking. It was an intense sight. ìA few seconds won’t hurt,î I told myself once more, and with a running jump I literally dove into the manís body. In an instant I was in a wild ride of testosterone-fueled passion. The body I occupied was a bit hairy which felt good as I brushed it against the woman’s breasts. The tits were huge, and her nipples were even bigger. It was extremely arousing to see them bouncing up and down from our lovemaking. Locking into my partner I pounded into her with more intensity and she gasped in surprise. I was sliding in and out of her vagina with ease, noting that the guy didn’t have a condom on, though he must have put on some lube. I guess they were trying to have children. He was on the brink of orgasm. Figuring that I had spent enough time I left him. He looked both surprised and pleased at his sudden climax. ìHoly shit, that was amazing,î I heard him say. ìYeah,î the woman agreed. I smiled and moved on. My next point of interest was a young teen who I found masturbating in his room. He looked around the age of a freshman in high school and was skinny with medium-length, wing styled orange hair. The boy was pumping his hand up and down a reasonably lengthened penis, but he just didn’t look into it. I decided to give him a hand. I lay right on top of him and sank inside his tight frame. Once I was in control of this twink, I decided to spice things up for him. Raising his legs up, I kept one hand occupied with pumping his dick while the other I brought to his smooth anus and started rubbing the hole. Once it had loosened up I slid two fingers inside, being sure to dig in deep so that they would reach the prostate gland. When I left him it looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Stifling a yelp he tried to remove himself from the position he had suddenly found himself in, but while he attempted to wriggle his fingers out he gasped. Now with a look of curiosity on his face he repeatedly pushed and pulled his fingers in and out, and in time he was doing it with more vigor while pumping his dick. My work here was done. Eventually my door-to-door journey brought me to the market square. The place had an attractive appeal to it, as it was lined with unique shops and restaurants that many people frequented. My favorite was an ice cream parlor that had over a dozen different homemade flavors. Still, at night when everything was closed the square looked pretty dead. It was a different view altogether from what it was like in the day, and while such a sight was interesting I couldn’t help but feel unsettled. It was then that I noticed movement up ahead. Straining my eyes to see, I saw something very peculiar. It was dark and shadowy, definitely not the shape of a human. But it was moving. After a moment I realized that it resembled the silhouette of a giant, disembodied hand about the size of a horse. Its palm was facing left, slowly flexing its fingers for no apparent reason. Faintly I could hear a low hum emanating from it. It didn’t seem like the thing had noticed my presence. Suddenly, it turned towards me and the hum turned into a thunderous rumble. Shit, I spoke too soon. The thing was now flying towards me, and my first reaction was to go back the other way running like hell and wondering what the hell I ever did to deserve being chased by a giant hand.
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Zahir, Deidrick, and Arawn headcanons
It’s near my birthday, so I may as well take this opportunity to go on and on and on about my OCs for a few days.
1. Zahir is bisexual and demi-romantic. Deidrick is sapiosexual (exclusively attracted to people who display high intelligence). Arawn is... Not sure what his sexuality is. He’s questioning.
2. Arawn has a nasally voice. Deidrick has a smooth, deep voice. Zahir’s voice is basically a slightly more masculine version of Zira’s voice. 
3. Deidrick frequently displays physical strength beyond human capabilities, along with disregard for possible physical injuries. i.e. Crushing his wine glass with his bare hand with no regard for the resulting cuts, punching a massive hole through the wall when he’s angry (only in private; gotta keep up appearances), or being able to lift big dudes like Jack, Ashton, or Idia high off the ground without any struggle.
4. Deidrick also seems to passively affect things around him when his emotions begin to darken. He is capable of maintaining his calm when in public, but it’s possible to tell he’s in a bad mood by the way objects around him react.
Small effects: Lights flicker, the air chills, and any animals nearby become frightened and try to run away.
Intermediate effects (when he’s really getting pissed): Any nearby food/plants begin to rot, his red pupils begin to glow, and any technology nearby ceases to work properly.
Big effects (when he can no longer hold his composure, which is rare): All doors and windows slam shut, his eyes turn completely red, power goes out in the building, and anyone nearby experiences a sudden, excruciating headache.
(Yeah, being able to do this with spells is no big deal. But doing it passively WITHOUT spells is usually a mark of a very powerful supernatural presence.)
5. Zahir sings at Azul’s cafe sometimes, and he’s really good at it (again, he has Zira’s voice). He sings songs that show off his range, and really enjoys singing rock songs.
Deidrick’s singing voice is rich and smooth. He’s a deep baritone, and usually sings slow, haunting melodies.
Arawn refuses to sing unless Deidrick drags him into it. His singing is decent, but it’s nothing to write home about.
6. Deidrick doesn’t need to eat or sleep as much as normal people, so he tends to have a LOT of extra time on his hands, and most of it is dedicated to reading, studying, practicing magic, or experimenting.
7. Both Deidrick and Arawn have a taste for wine. Arawn prefers the pricey stuff, but for Deidrick it doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive as long as it tastes good.
8. Zahir can’t feel emotions as intensely as other people. All his emotions feel dull, except for anger and irritation. His infatuation with Leona is the only thing that feels intense, and he thinks that being with Leona will somehow make him whole. So basically, he’s just chasing a cure that doesn’t exist.
9. I’ve been tempted to make David Draiman Deidrick’s official voice, but the usual music he makes doesn’t fit Deidrick’s aesthetic. You feel me?
10. Zahir doesn’t feel threatened by Ruggie as far as Leona is concerned, so the little guy never sees Zahir’s darker side.
11. Arawn is constantly fatigued. 
12. Deidrick hates hot weather.
13. Most of the student body has no idea how sinister Deidrick is. Remember, he’s really good at keeping up appearances and manipulating others.
14. Out of all the students, Zahir gets along best with Jamil and Azul. He gets along the worst with Vil (because how DARE Schoenheit disrespect Leona!), and the Chaos Trio, whose antics he just can’t help but be annoyed by.
If Deidrick weren’t planning on stealing magic from the other students, he’d find Zahir to be great company. The closest Arawn gets to socializing is when he and Jamil complain to each other about their respective royal companions. 
Obviously, the people Deidrick can’t seem to get along with are Malleus and Lilia. Especially Lilia. 
Arawn doesn’t socialize often enough to make enemies.
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