#worst part about drawing rook: no eyebrows

[jasdiary]

“I don’t question this world anymore, 2+2 could be 8 for all I know!”

Original Juvia Intro Post

Name : Juvia Yuyi Espejo

Nicknames : Juvi, Prefect/Housewarden, Piss Baby (Samuel @terrovaniadorm , Ellis @starry-night-rose , and many others,,,), Bestie (Ellis), Juju (Keres), A deer and a puppy..?(Artemis), ‘Via(Deuce and Ace), Sunshine (Deuce), Henchman (Grim), Human (Sebek), Child of Man (Malleus), Potato (Vil and sometimes Epel as a joke-), Mademoiselle Jaune (Rook), Sea Bunny (Floyd), Sunflower (Deuce), Nena(Ruggie and Azul)

Jp Va : Ueda Reina

En Va : Felecia Angelle

Age : 17

Height : 160 cm (5’3)

Homeland : [not found] … [Earth:The Bronx]

Birthday : 12/13 December 13th

Zodiac sign : Sagittarius

Species : Human

Hair Color : Chocolate brown with honey blonde highlights

Eye Color : Caramel Brown

Gender : Female (She/Her)

Sexuality : Bisexual

Family : Janae Oscuro(Mother), Javier Oscuro(Father?), Johan Oscuro(Younger Brother), Jayde Oscuro(Younger Sister), Solana Díaz(Grandmother), Royce Espejo(Biological Father), Unnamed Great Grandmother†

Occupation : Student at Night Raven College, Housewarden of Ramshackle

Twisted From : [not found]

WARNING!! Juvia’s backstory and trivia contains mentions and themes of sickness/chronic illness, depression, suicidal thoughts, child neglect,eating disorders and mentions of death. Please read at your own discretion!!

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School Information

Dorm : Ramshackle

School Year : 1st (Freshman)

Class : 1-A

Best Subject : Art

Worst Class : Math

Club : Board Game Club

Dominant Hand : Right

Favorite Food : Shrimp Alfredo

Least Favorite Food : Anything with condiments

Likes : Drawing, making friends, Being away from Crowley, Being with Deuce and Ace, Dying her hair, Rabbits, Grim!, Going to club meetings, The color yellow, Her grandma

Dislikes : Crowley™️, TREY!!!!, Floyd (most of the time), Mayonnaise, Being ignored, Being sick, Her body, Insects, Her mom, math!!

Hobbies : Digital art, singing, dancing, Cleaning up Ramshackle, Doing Crowley’s bidding/hj, Watching over everyone, Being NRC’s personal Therapist/j

Personality : Juvia’s goofy, she’s so very sweet and she’s super friendly! She adores making friends, whether she thinks they’ll stay or not. As the magicless prefect from a different world, Juvia’s extremely curious about Twisted Wonderland as there’s still so much she doesn’t know! At first meet, Juvia’s shy as she’s not very good at talking to people and tends to keep to herself. Once you actually befriend her, she’s never afraid to speak whatever is on her silly little mind. She’s super quick-witted with her jokes. Juvia describes herself as someone with so much love in her heart for everyone. She’s a little air-headed at times, which she usually laughs at!

Unique Magic : Nothing. She has…nothing. But, if she had nothing…why does the magic mirror tell her to be careful of her emotions?

Backstory + Part 2:

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆Juvia Yuyi Espejo Backstory*✨ ‹𝟥

Juvia is a Puerto Rican-Dominican girl from the Bronx. Her life wasn’t particularly special or interesting and she wasn’t exactly rich or poor but she was grateful for everything. Except for living. Juvia despised herself. A fateful day where she sat in front of the mirror, her stomach churned looking at herself and the words were starting to get to her again. She hated her body, she hated her freckles, she hated her hair, eyes, eyebrows, nose, everything. She was a good person, so why her? Why are people so mean? Why is she so mean to herself?

Juvia could do something about it, to make the pain go away. But, she knows she’s too much a coward to do anything. As she goes to stand up, Juvia feels something or rather…someone push her directly into the mirror in front of her.

The last thing she heard was the glass shattering before her vision darkened and she went unconscious.

When Juvia opened her eyes after what felt like forever, everything was still black. She was inside of somewhere, and it was entirely too closed up for her. Anxiety skyrocketing, Juvia frantically tried to get out of wherever she was. Banging and kicking every corner as hard as she could, she managed to succeed…..but she fell flat on the cold floor. When she scrambled back up, still wobbly and dizzy, her vision focused on the amount of people staring at her in dark robes. But what really shocked her was the…coffin?? next to her slamming open and out came a little grey creature. Wait, was he on fire?

Juvia tried to ask where was she was but her voice wouldn’t come out. No matter how hard she tried, her voice refused to cooperate. Probably due to shock. When a tall man with a crow mask walked up to her, the first thing he did was scold her! Who the hell was this guy? And wait a second, what the hell is a familiar?!

Juvia couldn’t really do anything but stand there and let the masked crow guide her in front of a giant mirror. Why…why does it have a face- WHY IS IT TALKING??

Her soul wasn’t from this world? Well, she knew that much!! Just what was going on?! God, she has so many questions…

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆Juvia Yuyi Espejo Backstory Pt.2✨ ‹𝟥

Ever since Juvia was young, she’s been in and out of hospitals. No one, not even doctors, know exactly what her sickness is. She’s just…not okay. Coughing up blood, Cataplexy, Memory loss…Something was horribly wrong with little Juvia. However, one thing was known. It was Fatal. The more and more her parents took her to the hospital, the worse she got. Eventually, her mom became frustrated. Not with the doctors, oh no. Juvia herself. Why couldn’t she just been a healthy child that was easy to take care of? Was this her birth fathers doing? Why does SHE have to take her?

From then on, she half-assed every doctors visit no matter how severe Juvia’s condition was. Little Juvia was smart so she was able to notice how her mother started to care less and less about her, watching the sparkle from her eyes dim into nothingness. But she love mami! and Mami loves her too!…..right? And why does dad look so sad? These questions were too much for Juvia’s migraine ridden brain. It wasn’t until she fell into Twisted Wonderland that she didn’t feel all these things. less headaches, less dizziness, she felt fine for the first time in forever.

But…will she continue to stay this way? With her heart slowly turning into obsidian liquid, Her time in Twisted Wonderland may be limited even more.

Random Trivia!

Since spawning in Twisted Wonderland, Juvia’s heart was drowned in blot. The blot greatly slows down her sickness which is why she seems healthier in Twisted Wonderland. But because it’s fully blotted, she’s greatly at risk to overblotting at any time. This is why the magic mirror or those who can see blot accumulation tell her to take care of her emotions.

Speaking of emotions…Juvia’s very emotional 😭

Juvia’s extremely close with Azul Ashengrotto and Ruggie Bucchi! she sees them as her older brother figures

She’s the closest with Deuce Spade, they’re seen together a lot even without their little ginger friend

Though she aspires to be in art, she has theater experience and is said to be a great actress

Juvia speaks spanish fluently and especially enjoys when people ask her to translate words

Back in her world, Juvia dyed her hair a lot! Her favorite color she did was purple. She doesn’t dye it as much nowadays because she finds it too time consuming

If Juvia was in a different dorm, she’d be in Scarabia!

You’ll almost never see her without those two black rings on each of her pointer fingers. if one of them leaves her sight, she begins to panic. They were her late great grandmothers rings.

She’s the butt of many…piss jokes due to her love of the color yellow💔

Her favorite professor is Trein, He treats her more gently than some of the other students because she reminds him of his daughters ☹️💕

After the events of Chapter 6, she’s become an honorary member of Pomefiore + Her relationship with Idia was slightly severed

Many of her friends have to keep an eye on her food intake as she forgets meals and sometimes isn’t used to eating a decent amount of food due to being sick.

Juvia’s stamina sucks balls. Sick or not, this girl is seeing stars after walking up a flight of stairs.

Juvia’s very sensitive. She’ll sob uncontrollably if you speak in a certain way to her ☠️😭

[Seen in her dorm uniform] Juvia has a small pocket watch that times her blot accumulation outside of her heart. In Chapter 8, it’s seen to be half filled.

Juvia’s hand is bandaged and then scarred after Grims manic episode in end of Chapter 5-Beginning of Chapter 6

Chapter 6 and 7 are the closest Juvia has gotten to fully overblotting

These Juvia Designs Show up near the end of Chapter 5. Juvia’ og design is still very much Canon and exists.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #juvia🪞 #juvia yuyi espejo #jas drew a thing.jpeg #twisted wonderland ocs #twst ocs #twst yuu #yuusona #twst mc #fem yuu #fem mc #fem twst mc

[aldoodles]

Paperwork shenanigans

(the other arm pocket has goldfish crackers in it.)

#ben tennyson #rook blonko #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 #ben 10 fanart #one day i will learn how to write dialogue and make proper comics but today is not that day #i cannot draw ben consistently to save my life today idk what thats about. at first i was having issue w rook bc mr. no eyebrows ishard to #draw BUT #i always like when i ask friends a question and they just LIGHT UP and start talking its so good #al chatters #my art #doodles #also i think about how rooks first language isnt english and how he had to have only learned earth languages or like the galaxies standard #recently #i think hes 17 #thats my vibe #worst part about drawing rook: no eyebrows #best part: pointy teeth bc im queer so of course i love giving characters pointy teeth-- also piercings but i had to resist #rook is saving the bandaids for something serious #they might not help the physical injury but he probably feels like his family's love is stored in them #he'll slap a bandaid on someone's forehead when theyre unconscious #bc hes worried and doesnt know how to cope

[blxxdyvalentine19xx]

How's that for a welcome home part 1

Travis x Rook + Kells x Chase

Having exhausted every possible way to entertain himself, including the play through his boyfriend's extensive record collection; Rook let go of an over exaggerated groan and dropped onto the couch. "Yupp, I'm bored as fuck!" He was 'house sitting' while Travis was gone, it was a lot more quiet than usual as Alabama and Landon were staying with friends. Resorting to a last resort, Rook sent out an 'SOS' text to Kells.

* * *

Leaning back against the couch; Colson bit his lip as Chase's hand pressed against his dick, it may have been dark in the room as the three of them were watching a movie. "bab-" his breath shook when his boyfriend's fingers undid his zipper. "What are you doing?" Colson looked to the boy and raised an eyebrow.

"Horny..." Chase knew his boyfriend was still horny and found the idea of teasing him next to Rook kind of hot. "Daddyy" he whined into Colson's ear and grinned when the rapper looked over at Rook. "If you don't want me I'll go to..."

Colson bit back a moan when Chase's hand left his crotch. "You won't do..." he was cut off when Chase ran a hand over Rook's thigh. Looking at his boyfriend; he swallowed when Rook sucked in a breath.

Biting his lip as he felt Chase's hand on his thigh. Rook was touch starved and looked to Colson as if asking permission.

Finding Rook's reaction innocently attracted he chose to let Chase do whatever he was getting at. "By all means." Colson keened at the idea and looked at Chase.

Twisting slightly: Chase pulled Rook into a kiss and smiled as the drummer mimicked him. "Hey" he purred when Rook's hand grabbed his thigh. "Kiss me" Chase rolled his dick over Rook's thigh and purred.

Rook dragged chase onto his lap and looked up. Blue eyes searching his as he ran his hands over Chase's thighs. "I-" he gripped the boys cheek and kissed Chase, slowly and without care. "Travis is gonna kill me."

He looked up and moaned against Rook's lips, gasping as the drummers tongue swiped across his bottom lip. "He's not here to see, so don't worry about it." Chase let his lips part when Colson's hand rolled him forward, his dick against Rook's thigh.

* * *

Colson nudged Chase off Rook at one point and picked the drummer up. "Chase, c'mon" he headed for the bed room and grinned as Rook kissed his neck, moaning softly as the drummer sucked at his sweetspot. "Don't get to cozy with me, Chase started this."

He looked up when Colson dropped him on the bed. "Admit it, you've thought about me" Rook grinned as his friend came down with him, kissing him rather rough. "You know I know about it."

Grinding downwards; Colson grabbed Rook by the waist and kissed over the drummers shoulders. "Thought about fucking you but never acted on it." He flipped them over and grinned as Chase came up kissing him. "Hey angel."

"Do whatever but I wanna be the one to fuck him." Chase whispered as Colson's hand brushed his cheek. "Please" he'd on occasion thought about Rook when 'taking care' of himself and wasn't about to pass this up.

Rook ran a hand through Chase's hair and smiled as he looked up. "You wanna fuck me" he shifted against Colson and smiled as the blonde was hard. "What's that about? Humm?"

Chase nodded as Colson moaned. "Mmhmm" he licked his lips as Rook shifted so he was between Colson's legs.

Getting his pants off; Colson looked at Rook and grinned as his friend's hand wrapped around his dick. Moaning, he squirmed as the man pumped him painfully slow. "Fuuuck Rook"

"Words Chase" he hummed as Colson arched off the bed. "Mm gonna take care of Kells and you're gonna tell your boyfriend why you wanna fuck his best friend.," Rook leaned down, taking Colson into his mouth, lips wrapping around the man's cock.

Watching Rook's lips wrap around Colson's dick; Chase whimpered and shivered as Colson's hand gripped his thigh. "B-ecause he's..." he whined as Colson moved his hand upwards, wrapping it around his dick. "Fuck, daddy" Chase kissed him and pushed into Colson's hand.

"He's what baby?" Colson ran his thumb over Chase's dick and purred as the boy's hand gripped his shoulder. "You got to tell daddy" he grinned, moving his hand down again.

Going down, Rook sucked Colson into his mouth and moaned around his friends dick. Tongue running over the shaft as he looked up. Exhaling, he dipped his head and took Colson to the hilt as a hand held him in place.

Pulling Chase into a kiss, Colson bit at his boyfriend's lip and moaned loudly as Chase held Rook's head in place. "Mmm, look at you Rookie. Always did take my cock like good boy"

"Shiiit" Chase groaned as Rook looked at him, eyes watering and lips pulled taught around Colson as the blonde arched into Rook's throat. "Because he's fucking hot daddy" he grinned as Rook tried to push back.

Stopping Rook from pushing backwards; he pulled him and Chase's hand forward. "No, no, you stay on my dick." Colson pulled Rook's hair and pushed into the man's throat. "Good." He purred as Rook whined around the cock filling his mouth.

Rook blinked back stray tears as Colson and Chase held him in place. Arching upwards; he gagged as Colson thrust into his throat, cock taking up his throat as Chase other hand gripped the back of his neck.

Thrusting into Rook's mouth, Colson hissed as his bestfriend grabbed his waist. Letting him go, he grinned as Rook gasped for air, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

It had been a while since he let Colson use his throat like that so it came as a shock to his system when it was Colson keeping him in place after growing used to Travis's easy use of him. "He always finished before letting me go, don't worry about it"

Running his thumb over Rook's cheek; Chase purred as the drummer looked to him. Seeing the man at their mercy turned him on. Pumping Colson a couple times before pulling Rook back onto it; he palmed himself and smiled as his boyfriend nodded.

* * *

Colson had given the control back over to Chase at one point and suprised a chuckle as Rook let go of a whiny and shocked moan as Chase must have bit at his neck. "Should have warned you about that"

Rook glared upwards at Colson; biting his lip and locking his fingers in Chase's hair as the younger man licked over the mark he'd left. "Mmmm, goddd" his other hand gripping at Chase's shoulder as he was lifted up by Chase as the singer changed angle.

Rocking forward; Chase dipped down into a kiss. "He's used to being bit at this point" drawing a hand upwards, he pushed Rook's leg up with it. Eye teeth grazing soft skin as he felt the drummer tense around him. "Forget bot everyone's into it sometimes."

"Ohh shit! Fuck!" He gripped the sheets as Chase hit his prostate, rocking back onto him, Rook whined out as Colson came down kissing him. "For fucks sa-" Rook's breath hitched and he moaned into it. "Kells" he gripped Colson's hand.

Travis got in from his flight early and got home to hear Rook yelling at Kells. Figuring his boyfriend was arguing with Colson about who was drumming on a track, he figured he'd have to defuse the situation. "This shit again" Travis rolled his eyes, following Rook's voice.

Only half acknowledging Travis as he heard the drummer come in; Colson looked back up realizing and half grunted. "Oh shi-"

Travis raised an eyebrow, eyes falling on Chase and back to Colson before settling on his boyfriend. He was mostly surprised to see how Chase was easily able to manipulate how Rook moved.

"I can-" Rook bit back a staggered moan and pushed lightly at Chase's shoulders. "...f-uck, it's n-ot what it looks l-ike" he couldn't read Travis's expression and braced for the worst.

"No, no" he wasn't mad, shocked sure, but wasn't about to shut it down as it was clear his boyfriend was close to the edge. "Don't stop because of me baby" Travis looked back at Chase again and nodded. "Finish whatever you started."

Chase glanced up to Colson, questioning if he should. He was desperate to finish though as Rook's nails raked down his back.

Colson had blanked, eyes glued to Travis as the man made haste undoing his jean's. "Y-yeah, fi-finish" he mumbled out and blushed red as Rook looked to him.

"Oh for fucks sake Kells, if you want him to..." he hesitated and whimpered out a messy moan as Chase came into him. "...just ask him k-ells" Rook's eyes met Travis's as his boyfriend looked proud; grinning, he hummed out an "i love you."

"Mm, I know you do" Travis managed just moments before Colson was pulling him into a kiss. "So, how'd your boyfriend end up screwing mine?" He grinned as Chase let go of a breathy moan and looked up at them.

Colson savoured the kiss and moaned as Travis's arms locked around his neck. Not yet breaking it, he ran his arms around the older man's waist, pulling Travis in. "Was bored, Chase and I came over, one thing led to another, Chase kissed him, was more of an attempt to tease me" he was rambling "rook was touch starved..."

He shook he head and grinned as Rook yelled at Colson to shut up and stop panicking. "I figured he would be, I'm just happy it was you guys." Travis ran his fingers into Colson's messy hair and led a kiss as the blonde purred into it.

* * *

Rook and Chase dropped onto the couch like seat in the room, heads dipping as Colson was like putty under every touch of Travis's fingers. "Shit...you're good by the way." He pointed out as Chase spread out on the seat, the man's head now in his lap.

Relaxing as Rook's fingers ran through his hair; Chase bit his lip when Colson let his insecurities melt away as Travis didn't have to fight for control. "Mmm, you're a good fuck too" he grabbed Rook's hand, smiling as the drummer looked at him.

#machine gun kelly #rook cappelletty #travis barker #chase hudson #machine gun kelly fanfic #rook cappellettly fanfiction #Travis Barker fanfiction #chase hudson fanfiction

[welllpthisishappening]

First-Line Center, Part Two

She hadn’t read the invitation.

It hadn’t changed in years, after all - a set of rules and expectations for a New Year’s party that they were all going to break anyway because the most traditional thing about this team was flouting tradition. So, Emma had mostly ignored it. Until. A shout and Killian refusing to wear a tie and something crashing in her kitchen, one kid worried about another and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something.

There was a joke about fresh ice to be made, she was sure.

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Word Count: 4.1 K Rating: F for festive family feelz AN: There are a lot of people in this story. Like. So many people. Matt Jones thinks his parents are the best, you heard it here first. And this also marks the end of Going Top Shelf on Ao3. There are still far too many one shots I haven’t posted and I don’t know that I’ll ever give up on this ‘verse or this family that is genuinely my most favorite thing to write. I will probably post the rest at some point. Thank you, as always, for letting me shove this family at you, internet. It’s the best. 

|| Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll ||

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The loft, for the most part, hadn’t changed much in the last thirty or so years. Emma wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing – there were still crystal glasses and a wait staff with impeccably creased pants and the outfits, across the board, were as absurd and over the top as they normally were. 

It wasn’t much different. 

Except there were more people. There were kids and grandkids and significant others, a low hum of talking and laughing and every single one of them breaking that rule about not discussing hockey. Emma glanced around, trying to find the two other kids that she hadn’t seen yet, but that was a fool’s errand because she heard the footsteps before she heard the shout and the slightly strangled dad seemed to echo around the room as soon as Peggy skidded against Killian’s side. 

“Hey,” she breathed, eyes bright and just a little out of breath and Emma absolutely, positively did not want to consider why that was. She was starting to make several sweeping assumptions. Killian pressed a kiss to the top of her hair, eyes flashing towards Emma. “You guys doing that mind melding thing?” “That what thing, exactly?” Emma asked, and Peggy made a face, twisting so the beads on her dress didn’t dig into Killian’s side. 

“The mind melding thing. Toph said you were doing it before.” “When did you see your brother? And where’s your other one?” “Probably teaching Noah how to score fifty goals a season.” “You think Matt's going to score fifty goals this season?” Killian cut in, interest and something that felt like pride almost too obvious. Emma bit her lip so she didn’t look like a complete idiot when she smiled. 

She wasn’t sure that worked either. 

She was really starting to believe her suspicions were right. 

“Please,” Peggy huffed. “He’s on some other level right now. He’s being an idiot and,” she paused, using Killian’s shoulder as leverage and Emma followed her gaze across the loft. “Look.” 

Emma’s breath caught. 

Loudly. 

Matt and Roland were crouched in the corner of the room, a tiny stick clutched in Noah’s hands and a makeshift goal that may have been Henry’s phone and Leo’s keys, both of them mumbling instructions under their breath while Elsa and Mary Margaret recorded the whole goddamn thing. 

“Oh,” Emma breathed, a rush of memories and feelings she wasn’t entirely expecting. 

“The more things change, huh?” Killian muttered. It took some finangling to get a step closer to her, having to shift Peggy slightly and drawing a not-so-quiet grumble out of her. “What do you know, little love?” “Nothing!” “I genuinely do not know who is worse at lying you or your brother.” “Which one?” “Take your pick at this point,” Emma laughed. “How long have they been over there? And seriously what do you know, babe?” “Like, at least twenty minutes. MD got here before I did though, which was super weird to begin with, but who knows? Maybe Claire’s a good influence.” “You didn’t answer that last part.” “I genuinely have no idea. Honestly. I’ve barely talked to MD. He’s been busy being cute and breaking all of Aunt Gina’s rules, but again, it’s super cute and Aunt Gina doesn’t care at all.” “Where is Gina?” Killian asked, glancing around like she was going to appear out of nowhere and chastise all of them for daring to question any of her actions. 

Peggy opened her mouth to answer, but there were more footsteps and more hands clapping on shoulders and really none of them had evolved as people at all in the last thirty years. Will grinned when Killian groaned, slinging an arm around Peggy’s shoulders to rest his chin on the top of her hair. 

He wasn’t wearing tails – although the pattern on his jacket probably would have done damage to Emma’s eyes if she stared at it for too long. There were far too many colors. And his tie clip appeared to be masquerading as a small disco ball. 

“You better hope Gina doesn’t find you, Cap,” Will said. “How is it that you get away with no tie every year?”

“I guess that means Gina likes me more than you. Did you bring something to drink? Can I get something to drink?” “Cap did you not bring anything to drink again?” Robin called from the other side of the room, moving towards them with a waiter half a step behind. Killian rolled his eyes. 

“You getting that guy to follow you around?” “You want to drink or you want to make fun?”

“I think that’s suggesting we can’t do both perfectly well,” Emma said, leaning around Killian to grab two glasses. And if nothing really ever changed at that party or in that loft, then she was exceptionally glad that the quality of the champagne fell underneath that umbrella. “You yell at Liam about being the better grandfather yet?” Robin didn’t quite flush, but he definitely pressed his lips together and Will’s laugh echoed in the minimal about of space around them. It only served to push his chin further into Peggy’s hair.

“I am not a kid, Uncle Will,” she grumbled, doing her best to pull away from him and it absolutely did not work. It never really did. “You don’t get to do that anymore.” Will hummed. And didn’t move his arm. “Yeah, yeah, where’s the boyfriend?” “Talking to Henry.” “Your dad challenge him to a shootout yet? Dr. J’s way too busy doing whatever he’s doing and Chris got roped into meeting Leo’s—what’s her name?” “Oh my God.”

“Not an answer.” “And we just got here, Scarlet,” Killian said, but the distinct lack of contradiction appeared with neon lights and sound effects. “So, you know...we haven’t had time. You talk to Matt?” Will tilted his head, brows pulled low because it was, admittedly, kind of a weird question and they hadn’t even taken their jackets off yet. “Should I have?” “Nah.” “Wow, no wonder Pegs sucks so much at lying, she definitely got that from you and Em.” “Ok, that is not a compliment at all,” Emma sighed, another round of footsteps and Phillip’s tie was metallic. Ruby weaved her way through the crowd, a bright red jacket covered in sparkles and maybe they should have made another rule about how both she and Scarlet made the whole thing incredibly weird and far too competitive every year. 

“Emma’s the worst liar in the world,” Ruby announced, tugging the half-finished champagne out of Emma’s hand and ignoring her cries of protest completely. “C’mon, gimme this. My jacket keeps scratching my skin.” “And whose fault is that?” Will asked archly. He waved his hand towards a different waiter, flashing a smile when Ruby did her best to hip check him into the nearest wall. “Nuh uh, not going to work Lucas. My balance is unparalleled.” “Modest too,” Phillip added. “I have a question.” “It makes me nervous that you felt you had to announce it,” Emma said slowly. She wasn’t entirely surprised that they’d drawn the crowd – more ridiculous outfits and Regina flanked by both of Henry’s daughters, and Mary Margaret’s smile appeared to be permanently etched on her face. And Harper whatever her last name might have been only looked vaguely overwhelmed. 

That was definitely a step in the right direction. 

Elsa flicked her fingers against Killian’s shoulders when she moved towards them, Liam next to her and Anna’s hair twisted into elaborate braids, more than a few streaks of silver there as well. 

Maybe things had kind of changed. 

Emma hadn’t realized she was leaning against Killian’s side until he kissed her hair again. 

“Got the drinks before you even took your jackets off, huh?” Elsa asked, arching an eyebrow and they should have patented that move years ago. They’d have made a fortune. 

Killian’s lips quirked. “You cry about your grandkid?” “Nah, that’s Liam’s game.” “Aw, c’mon,” Liam groaned, both Robin and Will drifting dangerously close to cackling. Regina made some kind of noise that might have been an agreement. 

“I think that means your old, leader,” Will said, laughter clinging to his voice. “Not you though, El. Just Liam.” “Yeah, good save, Scarlet,” Elsa murmured. 

“Something about top-tier defenseman,” Anna added. Her dress was green, more sparkles along the edges and none of them were very creative. They were all covered in sparkles and there was probably a joke about looking like ice to be made. 

Or there would have been if Phillip didn’t cough pointedly, staring at the lot of them with a hint of frustration and dash of amusement and Aurora was showing off photos on her phone. 

“Did we interrupt you, Rook?” Robin asked, chuckling when Phillip flipped him off. “There are kids here!” “His grandkid is here,” Killian muttered. He hissed when several fingers flicked at his jacket again, not able to swat them away with one arm around Emma and the other still awkwardly twisted between Will and Peggy. “He’s got a grandkid because he’s old, you see.” “Yeah, yeah, you’re hysterical, Cap. Looking a little greyer up there than usual, aren’t we?” “Was that supposed to be in the collective?” “Shut up.” “It’s nice to see that the maturity level of this team hasn’t changed with its hair color,” Ruby said, nudging Emma in the side when Mary Margaret started to play the video of Noah. And, really, she refused to be held accountable for whatever noise she made. 

Because she’d already had quite a bit of champagne in quite a short amount of time and it was definitely warm in that loft and there was too much smiling and too much laughing and the video was so goddamn cute it probably should have been illegal. 

“Nailed it,” Ruby mumbled to Mary Margaret, a hum of agreement and quick swipe of knuckles under eyes. “And,” she added, making sure her voice dropped to something almost resembling a whisper, “you got to get here on time, Em. M’s went full-on sugary sweet mom with Leo’s girlfriend.” Emma’s eyes moved, a little begrudgingly, away from the screen and those assumptions may have been guarantees now or whatever and—”Do we like her?” Mary Margaret shrugged. “Leo hasn’t stopped laughing all night.” “Seems like a sign.” “Of you guys ignoring me,” Phillip interrupted sharply. Emma widened her eyes, expression only a hint less mocking than the general ooh that moved across the entire group. 

“Known goon, Phillip—” Will started, but there was more glaring and more laughing and Regina was handing out more glasses of champagne. 

“What’s your question, Rook?” Ruby asked. “Or comment or concern or whatever.” Phillip clicked his tongue, but Ruby had never been intimidated by any of them and the likelihood of that changing was slim to none. She drank the rest of her champagne in three, quick gulps. “What’s going on with Matt?” The oxygen flew out of the room. Or got whistled two minutes for roughing. And ruining the conversation. 

Phillip grimaced, eyes darting around like he was waiting for someone to say something or agree with him and no one made a single noise. Killian’s hand tightened around Emma’s shoulder. 

“Do we think something’s wrong with Matt?” Anna whispered. She absolutely did not whisper. They were all absolutely terrible at holding their alcohol. 

“No,” Emma and Killian said quickly, but they were also pretty God awful at lying and she was totally going to blame the alcohol. And that video. Mary Margaret should not be allowed to have a phone anymore. 

“No?” Elsa asked. 

“No,” Killian repeated. There were more footsteps. Because they were all absolutely terrible at lying and keeping secrets and whispering. Especially the whispering. 

“Wait, which one is Matt?” another voice asked, quiet and a little cautious and that must have been Harper. They probably should have introduced themselves to Harper. 

Leo shifted on his feet, nodding in the direction of the approaching footsteps. “The one who looks like he’s about to drop gloves with all of us at once.” “I don’t entirely understand that joke.” “And it might not have been a joke,” Peggy mumbled, holding up both hands when Matt glared at her. 

Harper looked stunned. 

“We’ll get you all caught up to speed,” Ruby promised. “If M’s can figure out what icing is in less than one season, you’ll be totally fine.” She ignored Mary Margaret’s scoff, turning towards Matt and the stick held lightly in his hand. “Hey mini-Jones. You going to bite off any reporter’s heads in the next few days?” Matt froze, crossing his arms awkwardly and the tie around his neck was far looser than it should have been. “No one bit anything in post.” “Did I say that?” “Certainly sounded like it.” Ruby hummed, eyes far too bright to be anything except concerning. “What do you think you know, Ru?” She shrugged, but the smile was full blown now and Harper was still muttering questions under her breath. “I know nothing until you confirm it, mini-Jones. Weird how it always seems to happen that way.” And Emma needed to stop, simply, reacting – sounds falling out of her without her explicit permission, but she couldn’t do much about it and something snapped into place and Killian might have been laughing. It felt like it at least, body shaking against hers and fingers moving towards her neck because they still hadn’t taken their goddamn coats off. 

“Is someone going to explain what is going on?” David asked, a few more sounds of agreement. 

“Oh my God,” Peggy yelled. Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide as she bobbed on the balls of her feet. Matt glared at her. “I know what it is. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! MD!” “Shut up, Mar.” “I didn’t say anything! Oh my God. Am I right though?” “I thought you didn’t say anything,” Leo muttered knowingly, and Matt’s glare wasn’t quite as sharp when he turned that direction. 

“Whatever, Nolan,” Peggy hissed. “MD. Is that—oh my God, did you tell Toph?” “Mar—” “—No, no, did you tell Toph and not me? Are you kidding me?” “I genuinely have no idea what is going on,” David admitted. No one acknowledge him. Probably because Peggy was trying to beat up her older brother, barely restrained by Will and a recently-returned to the conversation Jeremy Humbert who was also trying to say hello to Emma and Killian at the same time. 

It would be a miracle if they didn’t scar Harper for life. 

“MD,” Peggy pressed, lunging forward and barely making contact with the front of his shirt. “Are you sure?”

His eyes narrowed, a particular type of glare Emma wasn’t sure she’d ever seen one of her kids use on one of her other kids. And she was half a second away from reprimanding two grown adults who were both wearing absolutely absurd outfits, heard Killian’s quiet hey now that had always worked, every single time, but Matt groaned louder than either one of them combined. He leaned forward, pulling Peggy towards him – a cry of rather loud indignation from her, that only made Chris laugh from the other side of the room. 

“C’mere,” Matt growled, wrapping his arm all the way around Peggy’s waist. She put up a fight, kicking and punching his arm, but he was honestly having some kind of season and Emma’s gaze moved towards Killian like there were magnets involved. 

He smirked at her. 

“Oh my God, caveman,” Peggy snapped. “Where’s your wife? Does she know you’re an absolutely insane person?” “Mar, I swear, if you do not stop talking right now, I will—" “—What? What, MD? Please go into exact detail of what you’re going to do.” He made another noise – ridiculously familiar and Elsa had to tuck her head into Liam’s shoulder to stop her laugh from bordering on offensive. Anna didn’t even try. And it only took another moment for reinforcements to arrive, Chris jogging across the room to help move Peggy. Harper was never going to come back. 

They’d have to apologize to Leo. 

“God, P, stop playing rag doll and just move,” Chris sighed. She dug her heels further into the ground. 

“Are you not going to help with this?” Roland asked, walking back into the room with a kid hanging off his back and Lizzie smiling next to him. 

Emma shook her head. “What could I possibly do?” “Ah, yeah, fair enough.” “Smart kid.” “Less fair.” “Mar, I am serious,” Matt continued, doing his best to drag her into the nearest corner and there wasn’t much of a point anymore because they all spent far too much time together and helped raise each other or something equally absurd and Killian’s fingers were warm when they twisted around Emma’s. 

Peggy stuck her tongue out. “Fine, fine, fine, but the next time—you know what, I don’t care. Fine. Let’s go.” It only took a moment. 

Emma was, honestly, surprised – was certain Peggy would demand answers before they found the corner or simply check both Matt and Chris until she was in charge of the situation, but it was also kind of nice, that hint of anticipation and waiting and—

“I knew he’d want to tell them first,” Claire said. Emma jerked her head around at the addition to the group, the whole lot of them standing in the middle of the goddamn loft with a slightly cautious looking waitstaff lingering against the walls. 

She was dressed up as well, hair twisted at the nape of her neck and more sparkles, but the outfit had nothing on the look on her face – something about glowing and the next line shift and absolutely wonderful and complete and utter change. 

Killian kissed Emma’s cheek. 

And Claire flushed slightly, arms wrapped around her middle when her teeth found her lower lip. 

“I didn’t actually tell you,” she said. “So I didn’t ruin the surprise or anything.” “Is it a surprise?” Emma asked, only a little disappointed her voice shook. She might have been crying. She was absolutely crying. 

“Ah, I don’t know about that. It was almost responsible.” “Oh. Yeah?” The question was ridiculous, another string of inexplicable and unplanned emotion, but Emma could barely see through the tears in her eyes and Ruby’s sniffle sounded far too loud. Although, not quite as loud as the shriek that came from the far corner, both Chris and Matt doing their best to quiet Peggy. 

They failed. Miserably. Or, well, as miserably as it was possible to be when everything seemed to be glowing and new and filled with very expensive champagne. 

“Look who’s old now, Jones,” Regina muttered, tugging lightly on the back of Noah’s shirt. Elsa snickered, Anna wiping away her own tears and Roland grinned as widely as anyone else in the room. 

Peggy was still screaming. 

“Are you kidding me, MD?” She was jumping, arms flailing and hair falling out of its updo and Chris had shifted behind her, trying to control either one of those things, but that was a pipe dream and Peggy was absolutely crying too. 

Matt smiled. And shook his head. “No joke, Mar,” he said, soft and honest and Emma’s heart felt like it grew forty-seven sizes. She leaned back against Killian’s chest. 

Peggy’s hand flew back to her mouth, finally staying on the ground for more than a few seconds. Her shoulders shook slightly, though, and then it was a whirlwind of sounds – exhales and sighs and you’re going to be so good and there was far too much crying, but Peggy jumped at Matt and he caught her with the kind of athletic dexterity that was absolutely, positively genetic. 

That boded well for the future. 

Emma didn’t count how long they stayed in that corner – a moment and thing and three kids who loved each other more than just about anything else in the world and believed in each other more than anything else in the world – but Matt pressed his cheek against Peggy’s hair, eyes lifting with the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. 

“So, uh, we’ve got some news.” “Good news,” Claire added, her own expression drifting closer to joy than anything else. “Like, you know. Good news.” “The best news,” Roland amended. “Although I’m totally ready to battle Matt to the death for, like, dad of the year award or something.” Matt groaned, but any hint of frustration was gone, replaced only with announcements and new and he moved towards Emma and Killian slowly – as if he were worried about spooking them or their recently acquired status and— “I’ll win every time if I’m half as good as you guys,” he said. 

Emma had no idea what sound she made. Killian’s knees buckled slightly. And Matt practically beamed, hugging both of them at the same time. 

Mary Margaret took video. 

Maybe she could keep her phone. 

“So, uh…” David started. “Just to be certain here, complete sentences and official statements—” “—That was good,” Ruby said. “C’mon, mini-Jones. Let’s get official so David can toast and we can promise Harper we’re not all usually this weird.” Lizzie shook her head. “We’re always this weird.” Matt laughed softly, moving back to Claire’s side and Emma’s record wasn’t going to be for eye rolls. It was totally going to be for crying. “We’re, uh…” Matt said, pausing to take a deep breath and his gaze didn’t move away from them when he spoke again. “We’re going to have a baby.” “Yeah, I think we picked up on that kid,” Killian said, voice gruff. “Why the face during post, then?” “I wasn’t really doing anything during post.” “God, it’s like all three of you are trying to do the worst job of lying to us. Didn’t we age out of this already?”

“We went to the doctor yesterday,” Claire explained when Matt didn’t immediately answer, far too busy rolling his eyes and trying to contain his sister’s limbs. “They didn’t want to let him off of our morning skate, but then he scored, so…” “Oh,” Killian said. “Right. Right. That’s—” “We’ve totally got pictures.”

He took a deep breath, ignoring the small army of cameras pointed towards him because they were the most absurd family in the history of the entire NHL and several different universes. 

Liam threw his whole head back when he laughed, his own tears obvious and maybe they weren’t just absurd, they were a bunch of giant saps. “We toast? Gina got that crazy expensive champagne, right?” “It pains me that you think I wouldn't get the very expensive champagne,” Regina said. 

“Of course, Your Highness, of course. No more cracks about getting older, right?” “I make absolutely no promises,” Emma grinned, doing it entirely for the reaction. Liam cursed in Norwegian. 

And there was, in fact, a copious amount of champagne and discussion of that one goal the night before reenacted several times by several different grandchildren with a variety of cameras pointed their direction. And there was dancing and food and a countdown that felt more important than it ever had, a shift and a change and everything all at once. 

And Emma expected the kiss, something about tradition and rules, but she was a little stunned by the everything of that too – Killian’s thumb tucked under her chin and a look she couldn’t quite ever name, but had come to absolutely covet and she smiled before his lips landed on hers, soft and insistent and—

“I love you,” he whispered. She kissed him again. 

“More than anything. Even if you’re kind of ancient now.” Killian laughed, breath warm against Emma’s cheek. “Yeah, as long as we get to do that together, I’m good.” “What a line. You look up kid-sized jerseys on your phone yet?” “No, did you?” Emma shrugged. “Maybe.” “Maybe meaning definitely?” “You really didn’t look yet?” “Nah,” Killian said, fingers doing something entirely unfair against her side. “I asked Liam and Locksley where they got theirs.” “Cheater.” “Efficient.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to tell yourself, grandpa.” “I like that sound of that, actually.” “Good because that’s what we’re going with,” Matt yelled, twisted around Claire and he hadn’t moved more than a few inches away from her for most of the night. 

Killian nodded, tugging his phone out of his pocket and Emma didn’t have to look to know that there was already an order receipt in his email. “You good with that, Swan?” “Better,” she promised. 

The packages came two days later – plural, with more baby-sized merch than they’d bought for any of their own kids, a fact all three kids were quick to point out before Emma quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head and Peggy and Chris had to admit that they’d ordered their own merch too. 

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fic #cs fic #captain swan ff #blue line one shots #kind of at least #chris kreider's going to play his 500th game as a ranger tonight #which i did not plan #but it feels like a very solid day to wrap up this collection #laura writes captain swan #laura writes

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 96 Xs1) "Met Some Friends at A Rock Show"

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"WHAT. Are you guys DOOIN'??" Casie stands over top of Luna and Colson.

Her eyebrows are furrowed and lip is snarled as her hand sits cocked on her hip. Peering down at the two adults. They're still wrapped in each other from the night before. On the floor. Shocked but thankfully dressed.....

"Thank You, Period!!" Luna thinks in gratitude of Casie not finding them naked or fucking. "Thank Fuck I'm just off....." Terror suddenly striking. Luna never more appreciative of clothes.

Reaching his long arms out, Colson drags his daughter down with them. Bear hugging her inside of his body. "We liiiive here nooowww...." Colson growls as he tickles her.

Luna smiles as they remind her of the night on the hallway floor with Ashley and Dom.

"I don't wanna live on the floor!!!" Casie shouts as she grins and play fights with her crazy father.

"Tooooo baaaad...." Luna growls now as she joins in on the tickling of the little girl.

It's not long before The Three of them are wrestling, laughing and rolling all over each other and the floor. Only giving up when Casie gasps between giggles that she can't breathe.

Sprawled out across each other, they hold hands and slowly catch their breath together. Hearts and lungs syncing up. Talking about what they wanna do Today. Luna suggests they hit the pool in The Hilton before they head to LA. Colson and Casie are pumped about this idea. He pops into the group chat, telling everyone the plan. They're all game.

With Casie changed into her swimsuit and on the phone with Emma. Luna and Colson quickly getting stoned in the bathroom, amongst other things as they do the same.

Colson can't keep his hands off of Luna as she tries to slip on a black one piece. Playfully swatting at him as he grabs and pulls her in tight for a passionate kiss.

"I fucking love you." He tells her with that beautiful grin before unlocking the door and letting her be.

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Colson's Eleven are insane. It doesn't matter where they are... They are so FUCKING loud and obnoxious, EVERYONE knows they're there. Whether they want to know it or not. Even with a kid amongst them, their group should still come with a Warning Sign.

However, Casie is having a blast along with them. So... In all honesty, who gives a FUCK. Swimming around freely, she squeals any time one of The Boys catches her. Sending her sailing into the air and splashing through the water.

Bullet watches from a lounge chair. The rest of the group wrestling and jumping all over each other as he sips on a Hurricane.

The Boys try to make Luna, Sam and Ashleigh their victims too as they dunk and toss The Girls around also. The Three of them fighting back playfully, splashing them furiously with fits of laughter when they fail.

Baze chucks Sam across the pool to her flying Fuck Yooouu. Colson and Benny play Luna Ball. It's kinda like Colson and Pete's Moon Pie... But worse. Throwing her whole body between the two of them for a moment before she manages to wiggle out of Colson's catch. Grabbing a false Rook as salvation, The Asshole dunks her to Benny and Colson's YEEEEAHS!! Luna spitting out a water filled I Hate Yous once she hits the surface. Slim and AJ both attack a terrified Ashleigh. Scooping her up for an equal toss.

The Girls come back fierce, sneaking up on each of The Boys individually. They all have such ADD as they joke and fuck around with each other, they don't see The Girls blatant plan. Using their three bodies together to dunk each one in retaliation. Benny being the hardest, barely going down. Casie and Bullet laugh at each one's surprise and The Girls's struggles.

Chicken is played between Colson&Luna V. Baze&Sam. It's a true battle. Baze is more solid than Colson, where Luna and Sam both know each other's weaknesses. The engaged couple's only advantage being, that this isn't her first time on his shoulders. They know how to move together smoothly. Taking Sam and Baze 2 outta 3.

Luna and Colson snake around each other triumphantly. Holding one another as they float around the pool together, kissing lightly. Rook yelling out CAW!! CAW!! to Luna's laughter and Colson's Shut The Fuck Up.

Climbing out after a bit, Luna sits on the edge of the pool with Ashleigh. Colson eventually swimming up to them. Resting his inked arms on Luna's tattooed thighs. Setting his chin on her wet knee, he beams up at them. Asking What 'Cha Talking About.

"The Roxy and what to do with Case..." Luna answers.

"I told you I'd take care of it." Colson says as he sucks water droplets off of her legs. "What are you doing tonight, Ash?" He asks with his teasing smirk.

Both girls erupting into laughter while shaking their heads. He really is an Asshole sometimes.

"Staying at the LA house with Case since Ashton is in Cleveland. We'll all stay there tonight but we gotta be out by 4P tomorrow for Denver on Saturday..." Ashleigh explains their schedule, always exaggerating their departure time to a notoriously late Colson.

It's Thursday.

"Fuck!!" Luna realizes... "What time is it??" She asks frantically hopping up.

It's 154P. Luna has a phone session at 2P.

Leaning down to kiss Colson. She grabs a robe, calling out Love Yoooouu before she disappears.

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Everyone continues to goof off around and inside the pool. Being threatened that they'll be Thrown Out if They Don't Calm Down. Casie's single look being the ONLY thing that tames them.

Colson texts Luna asking what she wants for lunch as they order poolside. Making it back for her turkey BLT and fries just as it's being served.

Everyone eventually tires from the pool. Casie's cold and wants to change. After helping her, Colson redresses Luna's shoulder. He's surprisingly attentive when it comes to His Girls's needs.

Packing up their things. Colson's Eleven finally heads towards The Bus.

Most of them joining the tight burn circle outside of it, exhaling fierce billows of smoke around them. Not that she can't look out the window, but at least they don't HotBox The Bus with Casie in it.

It's a quick hour or so to LA, filled with munchies and stoned jokes. Ashleigh ordering multiple uber's on the way.

Parking up, Don agrees to meet up with them tomorrow. HERE. At 5PM. Okay, Don... He's so EyeRoll Stern. With that Colson's Eleven are on their way home for the night. Or kinda....

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Walking through the door, Colson immediately drops his red LV bag. Letting out an exaggerated UUGGGHH with wide arms blocking the frame. Everyone else pushing against him with What The Fucks as they try to get in too. Finally moving, they all make their way inside. Happy to be off The Road. Even for a night.

Everyone bullshits around for a minute in the kitchen, Luna makes sure Hades&Persephone are alive. They are. Winning Colson a dozen sweet kisses. Ashleigh calling for Family Dinner as they begin to disperse.

"No ONE'S going out tonight until we all eat." She says firmly.

Yes Maaaaa's trail behind them. Even with chuckles, they're all thankful for her constant efforts.

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"Fuuuuuuuckkk I missed this...." Colson moans.

Luna has him straddled. Taking a slow, smooth ride on his cock. Head back as her long hair tickles his thighs.

"Hm?" She asks as she lifts it to look at him, blue eyes sparkling.

"Your sweet pussy in my fucking bed." He asserts as he holds her hips.

Leaning forward, Luna grabs the side of his neck with her right hand. Left one reaching behind her as her fingers play with his balls. Dropping her hips down low into him, she dips her mouth into his ear as he groans in pleasure.

"Awwww... You didn't like fucking me in the park?" She coos as she begins to shift quicker. "Or the on The Bus floor?" She asks seductively.

Recounting the different places and ways they've fucked while on tour in Colson's ear. Luna slides him into her deeper. For each spot.

"Unnhh... Keep talken', Kitten!" Colson encourages her, feeling himself close.

"Mmmm... And what about The Alley?" She moans.

That's it. The intense memory flashes through his mind. Grabbing her waist, Colson flips Luna onto her back.

"Sorry, Baby." He mutters without thinking when she winces.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, Colson drives into Luna. Both moaning in pleasure from his full strokes. She crosses her legs behind his neck. Wrapping them around his head, drawing him in further. Picking up his pace, Colson grabs Luna's right ankle. Stretching her leg into the air as he lifts up then, dooown. Dick strong and long. Controlling her pussy as he licks and kisses the inside of her heel, sloppy tongue dragging along the curve of her arch to the tip of the side of her red polished toe. Dick raging as he fucks her dirty little ass. Luna has to grab the headboard for support as Colson makes them both cum. Pussy drunk off of him.

"Hmmmm...." Luna purrs in satisfaction as Colson lets her legs go, falling inside of her.

Stroking his back, they talk about an array of things. The Roxy tonight, Luna's therapy session earlier, when Casie goes back to Cleveland, how this leg of the tour ends soon. Some wedding stuff even comes up as they snuggle together.

"You sure you wanna marry me?" Colson looks up with a teasing smile but slightly worried eyes.

"Two times." She reassures him with a grin and a kiss.

"Mmmm... Two times." He agrees huskily into her mouth.

Running his hands along her naked body and through her hair, he kisses her face and neck. This isn't their first Two Times. Colson taking his time as he fucks Luna again.

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Dinner is loud and fun. Ashleigh sending Benny and Bullet to the store for the ingredients for chicken tacos.

With Colson's Eleven gathered around the kitchen table, they talk loudly as they pass cheese, lettuce and other sides around. Busting on each other as they make their tacos.

Casie calling for The Three Dinner Questions as they eat. Going around the table, they each answer The Best Part of Their Day, The Worst and One Thing They've Learned. The overall consensus being The Best is definitely being home for dinner. Thank you, Ashleigh. The other answers vary by the person.

Everyone takes part in cleaning up the kitchen. Except for Ashleigh. The general House Rule being... If You Cook. You DO NOT Clean.

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Luna and Colson are upstairs getting dressed to meet up with Ashley and Dom. Fresh from a ShowerFuck.

Both still naked, Colson rolls a joint as Luna cuts out lines on a square mirror. Each having a different 3:1 ratio. Three Percs and an Add for Luna, the opposite for Colson.

"Race ya..." Luna says with a devious half smile, handing him a straw.

"You're SO fucked up!!! He laughs amused by her antics.

Dipping their faces down, on three, they snort their lines quickly. Luna popping up first. Laughing as she rubs her nose, she calls him an Old Man.

"I got your Old Man, Bitch!!" He complains as he power bombs her on to the bed.

Luna's body bounces as Colson attacks her with his mouth and hands. It's not long before he's back inside of her.

"Fuuuuuck, Bunny...." She sighs with a giggle. "Can we get dressed now?"

"Maybe." He grins as he kisses her again before finally firing up that joint.

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"Looney!!! You're such a RockStar!!!" Casie exclaims once Luna comes downstairs.

Dressed in a black fishnet body stocking, she has on a tight, black leather skirt and a red Bikini Kill tank top over it. Thigh high black boots, heavy black eyes and a lip the same color as her small shirt to finish her off. Hair loose and wild.

"Doesn't she look like a RockStar, Ash?" Casie continues to squeal as she hops around Luna.

"Luna is definitely a RockStar!!" Ashleigh laughs.

She's always admired Luna's style. How it can jump from casual to wild in an instant. Kinda like Luna. One extreme to the next.

"You sure you guys will be okay?" Luna asks. "I can stay... We can have a Girls Night..." She offers to Ashleigh.

Colson comes bounding down the stairs in a white T, heavy jewelry, jeans and red Vans. Overhearing Luna.

"Fuck THAT. You're coming with me." He says as he bows down to peck her cheek before throwing on a gray jacket. "WE OUT!!!" He shouts before kissing Casie and Ashleigh GoodBye.

As The Boys head out the door, Ashleigh pushes Luna with them. A solid GO! coming along with it.

"Okay... Okay...!!" Luna laughs, grabbing her leather off the couch as she uncharacteristically follows directions.

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Getting inside The Roxy is pure hell. Even through the back entrance. Benny and Bullet aren't prepared for this at all. Getting mobbed, Luna and Colson are separated from everyone else. He has her tucked under his arm as The Paparazzi are shouting at them. Lights flashing as they try to move through The Insanity.

"MGK!! MGK!!" One yells.

"BROOKLYN!! ARE YOU LIVING IN LA NOW??" Another shouts.

"WHEN'S THE ACTUAL WEDDING!??" Screams a third.

"LUNA!! DID YOU REALLY BREAK BEBE REXHA'S NOSE!!?"

This one stops Luna cold, causing Colson to lose his grasp on her. Between her actual name being used and the context, she's completely caught off guard. Colson quickly grabbing her hand.

"BACK THE FUCK UP!!" He barks, making the shocked Paps take a pause.

Pulling her safely through The Madness with him, into the building. Even distracted, Luna's heart can't help but subconsciously jump and pussy swell. Colson ain't nothing to be fucked with.

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Inside, they head towards the sticker and graffiti littered stairwell that leads up to BackStage. Still hand in hand.

"How the FUCK do they know my name!!?" Luna explodes on the landing, completely ignoring the Bleta situation.

Colson gives her a side eye. She really is ridiculous sometimes. Pulling her into him, he tries to comfort her.

"A lot of people know your name, Kitten..." He lightly chuckles.

"Fuck you, you know what I mean." She says with an attitude as she pushes off of him.

"I do.... But, you're not 18 or 19yrs old anymore. You're not just Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe's granddaughter. You're THAT Brooklyn Bitch. They know you for YOU and your art. Not your grandparents." He gently explains.

Sighing, Luna burrows back into him. Knowing he's right. It doesn't make it any less stranger to hear her true name on the lips of The Paparazzi.

"I love you." Her muffled voice tells his strong chest.

Lifting her chin to kiss her, he tells her he loves her too. Holding her tightly for a moment.

"Now, come on.... We got places to be, Baby!!" He laughs at her rolling eyes.

Grabbing her hand again, Colson continues to lead Luna into their night.

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"I MISSED YOUS!! I MISSED YOUS!! I MISSED YOUS!! I FUCKING MISSED YOUS!!!" Ashley screams.

Luna can tell Ashley's buzzed as they jump up and down inside a three way hug with Sam. All three giddy as they laugh and squeeze each other. They missed their friend too. So very fucking much.

"And I missed YOU, Mate!!" Dom exclaims, plunking a kiss onto Colson's laughing cheek as they embrace.

Dom does hugs. Not Daps. Extremely soul consuming, I've Got You Forever Hugs. Colson accepts this. Grabbing each other tightly. The two laugh as the comfort of their friendship wraps around them. Truly being The Loneliest Boy, Colson has always found solace in their hugs.

BackStage at The Roxy is a music filled, smoke laced, City of Angel's reunion with alcohol dripping everywhere. Luna and Colson are there with Sam and all The Boys. Ashley with Dom and Travis. Phem's floating around alongside Mod. While Gaggles of Girls are trying to entwine themselves around other random artists, hoping to grasp a handful of the Golden Gods.

Colson runs into Noah and her brother. Introducing them to Luna.

"Hi!! It's such a pleasure to finally meet you. Colson speaks so highly of you." Luna grins with a bright smile as she throws her arms open for them to embrace each other.

"You too!!" Noah exclaims after hugging her. "I've been waiting to meet the magical bitch that locked this crazy motherfucker down!" She laughs.

"She's definitely fucking magical." Colson smirks as he slides his arm around Luna, kissing the top of her head.

Sharing a bottle and a joint, they talk about the new album Noah's working on. Colson asking her if she's signed yet.

"Nah... I'm self producing this one." Noah responds with pride.

"That's fucking awesome." Luna compliments her.

"You know.... Luna's starting her own record lable..." Colson leads.

"Really?" Noah turns to her, eyes wide with interest.

"Yeah.... I'm almost set up. I just need a studio... I'm hoping to be up and running by September." Luna explains.

"Take my number!! I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know who you were before Kells and Nightmare... so I had to check out your stuff... BUT... I DID!!! AND... I'd fucking love to work with you!" Noah exclaims pulling her phone out.

Luna and Noah exchange numbers as Colson watches. He loves the way Luna interacts with people. Especially his friends.

"Yeah, I'm not with a lable because I can't stand these LA fucks." Noah complains.

"Preach, Bro. I was on an independent the last few years and they're still fucking cunts. You should know first and foremost, though. I'm not looking to make anyone famous or turn a profit. If you want to, we CAN...... BUUUT.... Seriously? My main goal is to create a home where we can do whatever the fuck we want artistically without anyone breathing down our fucking necks." Luna says adamantly with NY hands.

Noah understanding in that singular moment why Colson loves Luna. With one conversation, she's pretty sure she loves her too.

"That's so fucking rad, Dude!!!" Noah shouts as she grabs Luna for another hug.

"What's rad?" Ashley asks walking up on them with Sam.

Already knowing the brother and sister duo, Ashley introduces them to Sam. They greet each other kindly before Luna explains what they're talking about.

"If you wanna sign. Sign with Loons." Sam boosts her. "We've been together since the beginning..."

"Sam's my bestfriend drummer." Luna cuts her off to Noah's nod.

This makes Sam grin. She takes a certain pride in how long her and Luna have been friends.

"Bestfriend DRUMMER." Ashley teases Sam with her tongue out.

Ashley had met Sam at the same party she met Luna. Gaining two great friends in one night.

"Shut the fuck up." Sam laughs, giving Ashley a playful shove before turning back to Noah. "Nah, dude... Seriously though, she knows her shit, Man. I've never signed with anyone but if I DID. It'd be with Loons." Sam shoots Luna a smile with a light shrug.

"Cause MY BITCH be The Greeeatest!!" Colson chimes in, sounding like Tony the Tiger as he scoops Luna from around the waist.

The four girls laugh. Telling him to Shut The Fuck Up in unison. Making them laugh harder and Colson love and adore each one of them a little bit more.

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Dom performing is the definition of a Live Wire. You look left. He's stage right. You go right, he's in the middle. Before your eyes can find him OnStage, he's gone. Being carried by the sea of hands in the crowd.

Ashley pops OnStage with him for 11 Minutes. Luna loves the song and they're great. Yet, even though it's the first time she's seen them perform together, Luna can tell there's something off....

With his set coming to an end, Dom struts his sweet ass across the stage. Pumping up his fans. Asking if they Want More to their screams.

"WELL, MAAATES!!!! OUI'VE GOT ONE LAST SOIPRIOSE FOR YA THEN!!!!!" He screams back.

Colson steps up to the mic as he plays the opening chords to I Think I'm Okay. The audience losing their SHIT. The whole building rumbling from their screams.

On the side of the stage Ashley slips her hand into Luna's. Turning to each other, they grin. They love this fucking song. There is something indescribable about watching music grow. Witnessing an embryo find it's fulfillment is a privilege they both appreciate. Hearts catching in each of their lungs as they continue to hold hands. Sam and Noah beside them, the four of them rock out like FanGirls. Jumping and bashing into each other as they sing and laugh through the whole song. Word for word.

Finishing up, Dom lays his sweaty head against Colson's shoulder as he laughs. They had talked earlier about what Colson's about to say. The Girl's having no idea.

"So, we got these girlfriends, right?" He asks to the room's roar. "You think they wit us tonight?"

The room roars louder.

"Ya GOD DAMN RIGHT they wit us!!" He grins as he continues. "Because they a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!!" Colson shouts.

Luna and Ashley look at each other. Thinking the same thing. THESE MOTHERFUCKERS.

"Can we get you out here, Kitten?" Colson asks, looking Luna directly in the eye.

"Yah, Baaabe!!! Cum oot!!!" Dom coaxes Ashley.

Noah and Sam laugh at the two artists. Sam pushing both her friends on to the stage. Going out together, they each instinctively throw up an arm with smiles on their faces as they head out.

It is a MAN'S WORLD. Both thinking their boyfriends and friends are fucking Assholes. The crowd ironically going wild at the sight of the two falsely smiling women.

"I fucking hate you." Luna whispers as Colson sets the electric around her neck.

Dom's band moves OffStage as Colson shouts for His Fucking Crew. Rook, AJ and Baze producing themselves quickly. Rook slams into the kit, playing a couple lines from Smells Like Teen Spirit as Dom grabs his own guitar and the other's tune up. This is gonna be an interesting showing.

With her mic in hand, Ashley counts off 1.2.3.4. as they slam into their instruments. The powerful beat infiltrating everyone within ear shots soul.

🎼I!!!//Keep a record//Of their wreckage//And their lies🎶

Ashley belts out fiercely. Vocals strong and clear. Slamming through the opening chorus with Rook's drums as everyone inside The Roxy sings along with her. On her que, Luna steps up to her own mic stand. Ripping through the lyrics. Mind wild as she let's loose.

🎶I'm fucked up//And angry//So tonight//SCARED//Is what//You should be🎶

Changing the last lyrics out of anger towards Colson before Ashley comes in with her to snark about smiling. Dom flowing in with them, belting along with how We Don't Owe You A God Damn Thing. Luna singing through her frustration with Colson.

It's a one of a kind performance. Raw and spontaneous. A strong female anthem raging through THAT Brooklyn Bitch with Halsey, YungBlud, Machine Gun Kelly and his band.

It's a historical night for music to the naked eye and what SHOULD BE equality. If Luna didn't feel fucking controlled. The group of them are a musical force to reckoned with.... And it'd have been really fucking cool if The Boys had told The Girls beforehand. REALLY fucking cool. Their shove basically showcased the song's message. Dudes suck and think they can make Us do whatever the fuck they want. Fucking Dickheads.

Ashley starts to clap, involving everyone as the four of them blend together at the end. Ashley and Dom sharing a mic, going first. Harmonizing and clapping together.

🎶We're no sweet dream//But//We're a hell of a night🎶

Colson knowingly lifts Luna's guitar off her bad shoulder so she can clap. Colson and Luna come in together on que. Their voices are sweet together.

🎶No//We're no sweet dream//But//We're a hell of a night🎶

Until Luna grabs the mic and let's loose. Looking back directly at Colson with the Yellow Ring bursting in her blue eyes.

"SING IT WITH UUUSSSS!!!!" She shouts before sliding back to share the mic with him.

🎶I SAID//WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM//BUT//WE'RE A HELL OF A NIIIIIIGGHHHHT🎶

With everyone still clapping on beat, all four are belting together in harmony with their vast amount of friends. The entire venue singing with them. The audience. Their peoples, both Back and Side stage. The vendors. Everyone.

🎶WE SAID//WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM//BUT WE'RE//A HELL OF A NIIIIIIIIGGHHHHHT🎶

Still angry, Luna grabs her guitar and kicks in loud and unforgiving. Shouting "WHAT THE FUCK DO WE FUCKING DO!!!" Before slamming back into the meaningful chorus.

🎶I!!!!!//KEEP A RECORD//OF THEIR WRECKAGE//AND THEIR LIES//WE'RE STARTEN' TO WEAPONIZE//OUR POWERFUL MINDS//THEY TALK SHIT//BUT WE WON'T//TAKE IT THIS TIME//AND THEY'LL REALIZE🎶

The entire FUCKING building ERUPTS. Singing along with her rage. Following her lead, they're one. Not individuals. ONE. Singing their same message.

🎶WE SAID....//WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM//BUT//WE'RE A HELL OF A NIIIIIIIIGT🎶

Luna signals the end to Rook. Slamming them out as smoke explodes and the lights drop. It's a hell of an ending to a GREAT fucking show.

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"You guys are FUCKING assholes." Luna complains, giving Colson an annoyed push.

"You loved it!!" He laughs, grabbing her tightly as he kisses her.

He's right. She did love it. Music and performing are in Luna's bones. She BELONGS on the stage. With her loves. Exactly like she was tonight. But with fucking notice. And more importantly, consent. Patti 2.0

"No." Luna refuses to submit as she kisses him back harshly.

"LUUUNNNAAAAAA!!!" A warm, familiar voice interrupting them.

Luna turns to find Billie gliding towards her. Having not seen her friend since The Tea Party or for what feels like forever beforehand, Luna sprints towards the human. Forgetting all about Colson's indiscretion.

Grasping each other hard in relief and comfort. Their souls feel a sensation of relief once their bodies touch.

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Billie Is. Was. And Will Always Be. Luna's first friend in her adventure as Patti Smith's granddaughter. Meeting when they were 8yrs old, besides Jackson & Opie, Billie is the only one to beat out Sam in longevity. Ashley secretly hating them both. Being products of The Greats.... Billie understands Luna and what it's like to want to hide and not use their names. With their own merit, they had established their own professional identities. For a long time you had to REALLY dig in order to figure out who they're related.... Until Billie lost her mom and grandmom within days. Putting her on blast. Luna flying out of her mourning coma to sit with Billie. Days after she had found Justin. Being only one of the two reasons Luna had hit The Coast until recently. Luna had held her friend's hand as she quietly cried for both of them. Angry and scared for their lives ahead.

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"FUUUUCK ME!!!!!" Luna shouts with a wide grin as her and Billie tightly embrace.

"Hi." They say in unison. "Jinx." They catch each other again, laughing at their synchronicity.

Luna and Billie squeeze each other's guts out. Both trying to fight back tears over the happiness of holding each other.

"Dude." Luna reels back grinning. "You're face is in my face!!!" She cheeses, kissing Billie's lips. "I missed your fucking faaace SO MUCH!!" She shouts in drunken happiness. "How the fuck is filming going.... No! Don't tell me! I don't wanna know ANYTHING!!" Luna laughs as she kisses Billie's cheek again.

"I'm not telling you SHIT!!! The last time I spilled anything you didn't talk to me for 3wks!!" Billie laughs.

Grabbing Luna again. They nuzzle into each other. Billie comforted by Luna's constant smell of weed smoke, coconut oil and Euphoria. Some things never change. Luna finding the same comforting touches of jasmine and lavender inside her friend. They've really have known each other too long.

Drunk and excited, Luna sees Austen, Billie's boyfriend and their friend Evan over Billie's shoulder as they hug. Luna finally letting her go for the first time. Greeting her two other friends with tight hugs and pecks on the cheek.

Austen was The Tea Party but Luna hasn't seen Evan for a while. Excited to catch up, they start to talk about their new projects.

"The wedding!?!" Billie asks pulling Luna back towards her.

Luna can only beam. She's so happy to see her friend. And honestly, she doesn't know which one she's talking about.

"Yes?" Luna beams as her arms wrap around Billie's waist again.

"When. Where...? Online says a fucking festival...." Billie gives Luna a firm eye. "I'm trying not to be pissed that TMZ knows more about you than I do right now..."

"I knooooowwwww....." Luna complains, hanging her head. "I'm SO fucking sorry.... It happened out of no where..."

Luna popping out her left hand as proof. Guitar string proudly wrapped around her finger."I'm an Asshole. I told P and Fran personally..... But in my defense.. I couldn't get ahold of you...." She tries her weak excuse.

Luna goes on to explain the small ceremony in Cleveland and.... What she can regarding EstFest, never being an attendee.

"WHY? NO... Never mind, I know why!!" Billie laughs. "I got a ticket to both. Right?" She asks with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yes. Duh.... I will make that shit happen...." Luna laughs as she grips her friend.

"You're getting fucking married....." Billie throws her arms out with tears in her eyes. "This is good...yes?" She asks Luna.

Feeling her friend's worry. Luna's moving faster than anyone would think....BUT..... Luna knows what she knows. In her heart, she fell in love with Colson upon sight. Almost 10yrs ago. Knowing his demons, she acknowledges them as her own. She Is His as He is Her's. It's that simple.

"Yes." Luna grins. "I truly fucking love him."

Billie squeezes her. Aware of Frannie's thoughts and Ashley's acceptance. They all know Luna will to do what EVER the fuck she wants. Regardless. It's all about being her friend through it.

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"Oi! I don't... They cancelled, Mate!! Ova liqa!! When did alcohol become mo important than the music MATE!?!! I ASK YOU.... WHEN!!!"

Dom is complaining with a valid point to Colson about Utah's Camp Out cancellation. Being the alcoholic and drug addict that he is, Colson doesn't have much complaints.

"I didn't want to see FuckFace anyway...." Ashley slurs into Luna's ear.

Luna knows she's talking about G - FuckFace Extraordinaire I Think I'm Cool - McEeeeeZy.

Luna wouldn't mind seeing him. He had hurt Ashley so deeply and had acted so fucked up towards her afterwards, it called for the second trip to The Coast. Luna and Gerald's last exchange becoming beyond violent. Going straight to his house once she landed, Ashley and Luna caused a lot of separate damage that night. Ashley to his home and Luna to his body. Both keying his car after Luna fucked him up with a kitchen chair. Her steel pussy never being afraid to battle ANYONE. She's still patiently waiting until she catches that bitch on the low. With Ashley still hurting, Luna wants another piece of him.

"That's why it's cancelled..." Luna murmurs into her friends ear. "Cause he a bitch... Bitch." Luna laughs.

Wrapping herself around Ashley, Luna tries to remind her why she's here. They're both pretty drunk though. Ashley a bit more.

"He's young....." Ashley laughs as she complains.

"We're all young..." Luna battles, trying to hold on to her youth.

"No. He's baby young." Ashley states. Cocking her head, she questions Luna. "Kells wants you to have his babies, doesn't he???"

The question is almost indignant. Like a challenge.

"Uhhhmmm... I don't..." Luna side steps. "Dude. Who the fuck wants to bring a kid into this ShitHole?" She continues with a question.

"I DO!!!!!!" Ashley drunkenly shouts at her.

Her volume drawls attention to their conversation. Luna brushing any and all off. She takes a Ashley to the bathroom.

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To be continued.....

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[pollylynn]

“Keep me close.” —Kate Beckett, Sleeper (7 x 20)

Title: Potboiler Rating: T WC: 1800

A/N: I’m sorry this is so long and so . . .  terribly project-y and fix-it-y. I really did try to write something else.

He’s not sure what he expected, and the problem—one of many problems—may be that he hasn’t expected. He’s been very pointedly not expecting for the last nine months, and now what he has is this: A wholly unsatisfying story, told in bits and pieces by people who, given  their chosen profession or penance or whatever they want to call it, really ought to be better at it.

Except maybe they didn’t have to be better at it. That's a possibility that just about knocks him down. He examines the elements of the story. He picks it apart, and honestly, it’s pathetic—a ticking clock, the one man in all the world who knew the details, the one . . . high school friend of the one man in all the world who was famous enough to ride along on a world-saving mission?

To call it pulp is an insult to one of his favorite genres, but he can see it. He can see how he’d fall for it. Hell, he has fallen for it. With Sophia, with his father—he’s fallen hook, line, and sinker for the idea that he’s the key to saving the world, and it hardly matters that it seems to have been true this time. Or at least it doesn’t matter enough.

It haunts me.

His confession to Burke feels slick and oily and false now. He may have been pointedly not expecting anything, but still, he’s asked himself countless times not just what could have made him leave, but what could have made him leave like that? Abandoning her at the altar—leaving her and his mother and his daughter to think him dead—what could have had him, just hours later, tossing a bag of money into a dumpster, a payoff for destroying the only evidence that might have led her to him?

An immediate, credible threat to them—Kate, Alexis, his mother. It’s the only possibility he’s ever considered, given that timeline. The only one, and it turns his stomach to think that, instead, he must have lapped up this dreck. It makes him reel with self-loathing to realize that they’d have had no time at all to really work on him—to really convince him—so he must have leapt at the idea.

You missed your wedding. But you also saved tens of thousands of lives.

Hearing a line like that and hopping right on board. Yeah, that sounds like him. It sounds exactly like the grandiose, egotistical, perpetual adolescent he is.

He doesn’t know what to do with it.

It haunts me.  

It takes on a completely different meaning in the days after all is revealed. After too fucking little is revealed. He tries, once again, to not expect. He becomes a mirror to Alexis, to his mother. They are satisfied. They are relieved, and he’s already put them through so much. He’s shut them out. He’s kept them from expecting anything—any kind of resolution—so he smiles back now. With them, he walks in the world as if a weight has been lifted.

With Ryan and Esposito, he plays the role. Sorry, boys. Need to know. He winks theatrically and struts. He wishes—and he knows it’s messed up—that Esposito weren’t satisfied at last by two and a half bodies and this stupid, byzantine plot. He wishes there were someone who saw him for what he is.

It’s hardest with Kate. Of course it is. His worst case scenario all along—what he thought was his worst case scenario—has been that he did something unspeakable. He sees now, though, that the idea is nothing but a soft landing he’d prepared for himself. He thinks about Douglas Stevens.  

I didn’t think you had that side to you.

Well, when it comes to the people I love, I do.

He thinks about what he would have done to Bracken or Vulcan Simmons without blinking, the way he calmly, methodically set a trap for Jerry Tyson that was only ever going to end one way. He hasn’t missed a moment’s sleep over any of that.

To protect them, to come back to them, he’d have done anything and lived with it. There is no part of himself—his soul—he would not have sacrificed. But it had nothing to do with them, except it had everything to do with them. He left them in the blink of an eye because some shadowy figures dragged him out of a burning car and told him only he could save the world.  

She believes it. Kate does, and he doesn’t know how to say that it doesn’t matter that it seems to have been true. He doesn’t know how to cope with this . . . crisis of character except to keep it to himself. He won’t make her a victim all over again, so he keeps it to himself.

He takes a sharp turn into the everyday, into the domestic. He breaks off from cases to cook elaborate meals that he keeps warm for her. He sets the table or a pair of places at the breakfast bar—with linens and candles and fresh-cut flowers—no matter what time she gets home. He puts her to bed and carries it in on a tray when it’s so late that she’s ready to drop and he cajoles her into a few bites before her eyes close on her.

He does laundry and plans date nights. He makes romantic gestures by the dozen. He devotes himself to their lives, day in, day out, and ultimately, he agonizes over the fact that it’s getting better. But it is. It does get better. The dreams fade. He sleeps . . . fine. Not great, but no worse than usual. He forgets for hours at a time that doesn’t deserve this life.

He starts writing again. He’s behind, of course. He’s always behind this time of year, and a glimpse of a Russian assassin for hire—one who was apparently bad enough at his job to get caught on camera—means it’s worse than usual. This wholly unsatisfying story makes it worse than usual, and still, it’s getting better.

His fingers itch. His brain itches, and he opens his neglected working document. He scans through it. He’s at the end—at the point where he left off—and it all rolls suddenly over him. It boils up and out, black and oily and slick. It blots out the world so completely that he cries out when she slides the plate in front of him. He jerks back and almost goes over in the desk chair.

There’s a smile frozen on her face. He watches it die. “Castle, what?”

“I killed him,” he says flatly. “Rook.”

“What?” The smile rises again, a brief flicker of it. She thinks he’s joking. “What do you mean you killed him?”

“The kidnapping. It wasn’t one.” He sees his own flash of teeth as though he’s standing behind her, looming over the scene. “He went—he left her. He bought some dumb fucking story and left her. I killed him.”

“You can’t kill him,” she says simply. She pushes the dinner plate all the way across the desk, navigating around the laptop. She balances on the edge of the desk, facing him. “You shouldn’t kill him.”

“I don’t know what else to do.” His head drops into his hands. “I don’t know.”

“Why won’t you talk to me about it?” She keeps her voice carefully neutral. She lets the silence stretch out. He feels her fingers sift lightly through his hair. “I’m not used to waiting for you to talk about . . . anything.”

A wet, ugly laugh rises up from the depths of him. “I don’t know what to say, either.”

“What’s so bad about it?” She traces the curving path of his ear, the sweep of his eyebrow. “Why is it so bad for you?”

It’s a terrible story he wants to shout. He wants to rant and rave and throw things, but he won’t. He’s done with dramatics. He leans into her touch. He lifts his head and looks up at her.

“Why would I go?” he asks. “Just like that. Why would I believe them?”

She doesn’t answer right away. She doesn’t rush into an answer, unconsidered.

“Maybe it wasn’t ‘them’.” She looks at a point somewhere behind him, somewhere slightly above his head, like there’s a murder board there. “Maybe it was him. Your friend.”

“Friend.” he practically spits the word. It’s kind of dramatic. “He wasn’t—”

“He was, though.” She tugs his chin up, none too gently. “You knew him as a kid. You knew him well enough, years later, to know that he worked in a foreign country’s intelligence agency. You knew him, Castle.” A flicker of sadness crosses her face. A flicker of anger for him—on his behalf. “They made you forget. You don’t even know how much.”

“Maybe. Maybe if they’d . . . knocked me out and threw me on a plane.” The words well up in him. It’s almost a panic, like he has to keep ahead of anything that might draw him again—anything that might assuage the guilt he feels. The guilt he deserves to feel. “Maybe if they’d locked me up and worked on me till I gave in, but its was hours, Kate—hours later—”

“We knew you weren’t dead.” Her voice drops low. She stares down at her lap. “Vinny Cardano? Castle don’t you think . . .” She gathers herself with a shaking breath. With a hard swallow. “Don’t you think that whoever ‘they’ are, they had a better way of making a car disappear than you—you, personally going to that dumpster—paying off a mobster we both knew? Haven’t you at least considered the possibility that you were trying to leave me whatever breadcrumbs you could?”

“No,” he says, something like a thousand years later. She’s reaching. She has to be reaching, but he wants so badly to believe there’s truth to it. “No, I hadn’t thought of that.”  

“Yeah, well maybe if you’d talk to me once in a while—”

“I’m sorry.” He pulls her to him and rises to meet her at once. It shoves the laptop aside, rotating the whole thing ninety degrees. The dinner plate sails over the edge of the desk. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” she says fiercely. “Can’t we just stop being sorry?”

“Not right away?” He presses his cheek into the crook of her shoulder. He’s ashamed and frustrated. He’s still fucking haunted by the stupid story and he’s not at all sure this isn’t just her enduring kindness. He catches sight of the laptop screen, the cursor blinking in the middle of Jameson Rook’s gruesome death. “I’m working on it. I’ll work on something better than sorry.”

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[best-left-hook-jones]

A Long Way Down

A/N: I may have gotten ridiculously emotional at 4am last night thinking about Wish!Killian and his daughter. Then this happened. Completely unbeta’d and written on a serious lack of sleep, so forgive me for any errors.

AO3

The moon shone bright overhead as Killian snuck up to the base of the tall tower. In any other circumstances, the captain would have felt exposed by it, but the thick brush and vines that extended the length of tower provided the perfect cover. Anyways, he was certain that the coast was clear; he had spent the past few hours making damn sure of it, in fact.

A quick flash of light, followed by two long ones, two short ones, and another long one, repeated over and over. Just as he’d taught her.

Mindful of the sharp thorns that protruded in the usual areas from the web-like growth, Killian began scaling the stone wall of the tower. It was a climb he had made numerous times before, and he would have sworn he could have made it to the top window just as quickly even without the glowing sky to guide him. Still, he found himself nearly puffing with exertion as he hauled himself through the paneless window, rolling over the edge and collapsing in a graceless heap on the stone floor.

The room was pitch black, the moonlight at just the wrong angle to provide any illumination and no sign of the candle that had beckoned him, though he thought he could smell the faint hint of extinguished smoke. He squinted, peering into the darkness as he listened for any sound of movement. There was none.

For a moment, the feeling of terror and dread washed over him. Where was she? He straightened up, reflexively moving his hand to where his sword was strapped to his hip.

Just as he made to take a step into the room, anxious to find its occupant, he felt something move behind him. Before he could react, a body slammed into him from behind him, nearly knocking the wind out of him. An arm came up across his throat, pulling his head back against his attacker’s shoulder. A pair of short legs wrapped around his middle, squeezing tight.

“You’re getting slow, old man,” came the playful whisper in his ear.

In a move almost as quick as his assailant’s, Killian reached over his head and hauled the small body over his shoulder and into his arms. The small girl squealed in laughter, wriggling in his grasp until she had regained her footing on the floor. It didn’t last long, and a second later, Killian found himself enveloped in another bone crushing hug, this time from the front. He returned it eagerly, resting his cheek on the top of the ten year old’s head.

“You know,” he said finally, kissing the top of her head, “some days I regret having taught you that move.”

Even in the dark he could feel the radiance of her smile. “No you don’t,” she countered.

“No, I don’t,” he admitted, his own grin widening.

The young child scampered off into the darkness then, and Killian waited patiently until the spark of the candle being reignited illuminated the room once more.

The room was small and circular, the only pieces of furniture being the small cot off to one side, a wooden stool with a water pitcher sat on top, and a basket of clothes stacked neatly against the wall. The walls were covered in markings and drawings, some clearly depicting scenes from stories that he had told her, while others were new and unknown to him. He would need to ask her about them later.

(Killian blatantly ignored the markings of the tallied days of her imprisonment. It was something she had thought to begin on her own, and he hadn’t had the heart to stop her.)  

He ran his eyes over her quickly, surveying his daughter’s slight form where she stood in her nightgown. It hadn’t been that long since his last visit - three days and only two nights, the longest since her entrapment - but his mind never ceased to worry until he saw her again. Though her hair had clearly not been brushed since the last time he’d visited, she appeared well enough. Her eyes were bright, her arms and legs were strong and solid, and there was a splash of colour in her cheeks. She was just as perfect as he remembered. It was only then that he let out a breath that he hadn’t known he’d been holding.

“Did you bring them?” She asked excitedly.

“Aye, I did,” he responded with a wink.

He dug around in his pockets, emptying the contents on the floor between them. Twenty eight small chess pieces, old and cracked from lack of care, and half of a stick of chalk.

The little girl dropped to the floor, snatched up the chalk, and began drawing out a checkerboard on the stone floor, just as her father had once shown her. Killian sat across from her, easing himself down a little more stiffly than his daughter had. The years that had been suppressed during his time in Neverland seemed to be catching up with him slowly each day, it seemed.

“You’re missing some,” she noted, picking through the small pile.

“Aye, well, it’s all I was able to gather,” he said, reaching back to scratch behind his ear. “I’ll see if I can’t track down some more for next time.”

Once the board was drawn up, Killian divvied up the pieces and began placing them on the board. They were short by a few pawns and a white bishop, but they made do with a spare button and some doubloons. He passed the black to his daughter’s side; they had played enough times before for him to know what her preference was.

The game began as it often did; Killian choosing careful and tactical moves that easily gobbled up his daughter’s messily sprawled pawns. Small, she might be, but his daughter’s competitive side rivaled only his own, and letting her win out of hand would have invoked a fury that Killian was not prepared to handle. That said, if he turned a blind eye to the safety of his own pieces, sacrificing a few pawns of his own, the little girl didn’t have to know.

But the game quickly took an unusual turn, and before long the little girl was left with a dwindling set of players and a king only a few moves away from checkmate. Killian frowned as he watched his pile of captured pieces grow, and the crease between his daughter’s eyebrows deepen. His knight moved ahead again, putting the black king in check. The little girl barely seemed to notice, her eyes glazed over where they were fixed on the board.

“Ah, darling,” he prompted with a tight smile, hoping to regain the girl’s attention. “You see? You’ve left your rook open for the taking.”

Killian’s heart sank in his chest when she didn’t even flinch, his smile fading. For all his past talk of his ways with women, he had never actually known any girls in his youth, and far fewer children. In fact, aside from Liam’s makeshift role, he had never even had parents.

He sighed, resisting the urge to rub his hand over his face in frustration.

Perhaps everyone had been right. What did Captain Hook know about being a father?

Sure, he had tried his best over the past few years, with some degree of success. The few days when the games and gifts were all it took to bring a smile to his daughter’s face were easy enough. Her eyes would light up at the sight of a sweet treat he had swiped from a marketplace, or she would gasp in wonder at a card trick he had picked up from a pickpocket. On days like those, when she was beaming up at him with nothing but joy in her face, he felt like a real father. Like he could possibly - by the grace of God himself - be the father that his little girl wanted. The father she deserved.  

But more often than not, he was faced with the other days. The days that left him feeling a failure, made worse by the horrible circumstances that had befallen them. His daughter was as strong and beautiful a girl as he could have ever dreamed of having, but he could see the sadness that lingered behind her eyes, even when she tried to hide it.

And that, of course, was the worst part, wasn’t it? Instead of exploring the world and becoming the woman she was always meant to be, his little girl was trapped in a tower, feebly attempting to hide her disappointment for the sake of her father. She had had everything taken away from her, and yet she still felt responsible for putting on a brave face.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he thought. He was the one that was meant to protect her. That was his duty as a father - more so than the gifts and the treats and the visits. And yet he couldn’t seem to get even that right. And yet, he still had no idea how to fix it. Hell, he didn’t even know where to start!

Killian Jones had never felt so alone.

“Perhaps we should start again, shall we?” He asked weakly, trying to mask the pain in his voice.

Much to his relief, she did speak this time.

“No, no. It’s just that...” she sighed, reaching across to tip the small black castle on it’s side in defeat. “I wish it were that easy.”

His heart twisted further in his chest.

“Hey, now. Look at me,” he urged, gently catching her chin with his finger to peer into her eyes. “Look at me darling.”

She looked up, and Killian felt a lump form in his throat as he noticed the unshed tears in her eyes.

“They will never be able to keep us apart. Not really,” he promised, his voice stern. When she appeared unconvinced, he gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Even now, look at us. Thick as thieves, we are.”

A single tear spilled from the corner of his daughter’s eye, and it sent a stab straight to his heart. He moved his thumb quickly moved to swipe it away before leaning forward to press a light kiss to her head.

“Now, no more tears, darling.”

She sniffed, but she wiped her eyes. “Yes, papa.”

The little girl glanced back at the board before her, her eyes lighting back up mischievously as she spotted an opening. Reaching forward, she moved her queen forward until it reached the spot where the white horse head figurine sat, kicking it over with the bottom of her piece.

“And now I have your knight,” she giggled, her voice sounding lighter already.

Killian smiled fondly back. “You can keep that, darling. And I will keep this,” he said, picking up the fallen rook between two fingers and slipping it into his breast pocket.

The last remains of sorrow disappeared from her face, as she snatched up her piece in her hand, beaming at it as though it was the best gift she had ever received.

“You can be my white knight!”

Killian made a face.

“Wouldn’t you rather me be your dashing pirate?” He teased.

She tilted her head, looking at him intently as though she were trying to see her father as the swashbuckler he was meant to be. “No,” she shrugged, holding the piece close to her chest. “I just like you as my papa.”

Well he’d be damned if he didn’t admit his heart skipped a beat at that. The old captain flushed, turning his attention to the abandoned game on the floor.

“What say we get you into bed, princess?” He said gruffly, scooping up the pieces and replacing them in his pocket. The little girl made a face, but fetched a handkerchief from the basket in the corner and began wiping down the stone floors. When all traces of their game were gone, she crawled into bed, scooting to the far edge of the wall to make room for her father. Once she was settled, Killian snuffed out the candle and made his way through the dark to sit beside her.

It took a bit of maneuvering to fit them both on the narrow mattress, but after a bit of wriggling, his daughter was curled up into his side, the blankets tucked tightly around her small body.

“Tell me a story,” she asked, her voice already full of sleep. It had always amazed him how easily his daughter was able to fall asleep. He hoped it was normal. Not that he would have any idea of what to do anyhow.

“You’ve heard all of my stories already a thousand times over.”

“A song, then?” She encouraged.

Killian sighed in mock defeat but nodded, thinking as his eyes flickered over the stone ceiling above them. He settled on an old sea shanty, one that he had learned in the navy centuries ago. It wasn’t the happiest of songs, but it was soft and slow, and there wasn’t as much cursing as the other ones. The repetitive verses had a certain sway to them, like the gentle rolling of waves on a calm morning. It was a song that he had used to sing her to sleep a million times before, and though he was sure she knew every word by heart, she only listened patiently as her father’s voice rose and fell with the words.  

The darkness never quite seemed to reclaim the room as the shanty came to it’s inevitable slow conclusion, the echo of the last note hanging in the air. He could feel the gentle puffs of his daughter’s breath where her head rested on his arm, and for a moment he thought she might have fallen asleep. But a moment later, her small voice broke the silence.

“Will she come back?”

He didn’t need to ask to know who she meant. There was only one other person who ever came to the tower. Her jailor.

“Yes, lass,” he admitted, brushing his hand through her hair to help soothe her.  

“Will you stay with me?”

“I will, love,” he promised, placing another kiss to the top of her head. “Go to sleep.”

And she did.

#ouat spoilers #ouat season 7 #detective rogers #captain rogers #killian 2.0 #ouat ff #hook 2.0 #ouat fanfic #wish hook #wish hook daughter #wish!hook #how do I tag this?? #I'm sticking with Captain Rogers for old!hook #Detective Rogers for cursed hook

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Another thing with Gwendolyn in it! Because people seem to have really liked the last one. Again I am not diagnosed with autism myself and my experience with writing characters with this disability is very limited. I do not mean to steretype anybody and I am very open to criticism. It's a direct sequel to the last one where she showed up in the past. - "So, you like drawing?" Ben asked Gwendolyn as they were sitting around the headquarters, he watched in wonder and admiration as she drew complicated patterns on the sheet of paper they gave her earlier. They thought she could communicate better with them that way but apparently his (maybe) daughter had other plans. "See, there is no way she could be Ben's kid." Argit threw in again and Ben glared at him, this time it was personal, "I am quiet good in the art department myself, thank you very much." He informed the alien. Argit raised a doubtful eyebrow at him and Ben pouted, he was! "Miss Gwendolyn? Ben asked you if you enjoy drawing." Rook asked her again, they had realized that this helped to get a response from her. Her former unease around Rook seemed to have disappeared thankfully, but she still seemed very shy and uneasy around any other plumber that approached them. Gwendolyn looked up from her drawing and nodded, smiling shyly as she showed off her dragon made out of flower petals and geometric shapes, it truly was impressive, especially considering how young she seemed to be. "Cool Dragon." Ben exclaimed, the found feeling he's been feeling for her since she showed up seemed to become even stronger the more he learned about her. Gwendolyn's eyes widened with excitement as Ben said that and she tiped the plumber's symbol at the neck of her dress, suddenly a hologram of a dragon appeared infront of them, which then changed into various other fantasy creatures. "You like this stuff a lot." Ben commented semi amused with the clear excitement she was showing. Gwendolyn nodded furiously, moving her hands around. Ben found it a pitty that he couldn't understand what she was saying. He already memorized a few of the signs she used but he wasn't anywhere near understanding her. "Oh wow, I didn't know there was so much variety in Earth mythology." Argit schimed in, "So you say this guy inspired this whole slenderman thing? Yikes." Ben and Rook stared at the con man like he suddenly grew a second head. "What?" "You little shit." - The rest of of their time together was spent peacefully until Paradox showed up to take Gwendolyn home, ....or at least that's what Ben wished would have happened, sadly his life wasn't giving him a break today. Instead they were chasing a giant Racoon with Gwendolyn clinging to his arm like it was her life line. "Rook! Do you have to drive like this?!" He screamed, which was a bad idea because Gwendolyn seemed to be upset by it. "Excuse me?! I am doing my best to not lose animo!" His partner countered. "He's riding on a giant mammal! How can we possible lose him?!" Argit, who was sitting on Gwendolyn's lap for whatever reason chimed in. "I might lose my breakfast here!" They got the report on Animo causing chaos not long after Gwen and Kevin left and to say things weren't going smoothly was a understatment to say the least. Gwendolyn refused to stay at the base without him so they had to take her with him. The car ride got more chaotic per second and Gwendolyn's grip on his arm became tight to the point where Ben got concerned he might need to cut it off. He had no idea why Argit was even in the car and why Gwendolyn let him sit in her lap and he was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. "I think he's slowing down!" Rook yelled and Ben could feel the relieve wash over him. "Thank fuck!" Argit screamed vocalizing what they all where thinking as the Racoon came to a stop infront of the nature museum. Ben facepalmed, somehow this felt like a deja vu. He climed out of the van telling Gwendolyn to stya behind. "Keep an eye on her." He told Argit who simply raised a eyebrow, "You're lucky she's so cute or I would high tail it out of here." Ben roled his eyes, "Trust me, in any other situation I would love to have you nowhere near me or anybody I care about but special circumstances require desperate actions." Also he seemed to be one of the few people Gwendolyn felt at peace with and keeping her calm and comfortable took priority over his own feud with Argit. He activated the omnitrix as he ran twoards the giant racoon, "It's hero time!" He shouted as he let the familiar sensation of the transformation take over him. "What the?! New alien?!" He took in his new form with wonder, his skin was a blueish purple, he could tell that much, his hands were humanoid but there was a thin kind of membrane between his fingers he noted, for swimming? His hair brushed infront of his eyes, it was longer and felt...sharper. He was wearing a black body suit with a number of translucent green scarves wrapped around his waist. "Well what am I suppose to do with this guy?!" "Ben! You are a Aquamarina!" Rook shouted over to him as he was distracting the racoon, Ben frowned, "A bit more info maybe?!" He shouted as he doged a ball of spit the racoon shot twoards them, 'Great.' He thought, 'Acid spiting Racoon.' He swiftly took cover behind a big bolder the Racoon teared off from one of the buildings earlier. "Aquamarins are aquatic mamals known for their hydorkenetic performance art!" Rook shouted over from his own hiding spot. "And that's suppose to tell me what now?!" "They make water float by dancing ya dingus!" Argit shimed in from behind the van door. Ben felt the blood drain from his face, "Dancing?!" He was suppose to dance?! He only knew how to do like one dance and that was a pair dance he did with Gwen and Lucy whenever there is a family thing going on and there wasn't any big water bodies around anyway! How was he suppose to do anything with this guy?! What was the omnitrix thinking?! He tried changing into another alien but it didn't work, great, it was in one of *these* moods. "Alright omnitrix, we can do experimental stuff like this some other time, now let me turn into Way Big!" he tried to argue with the device but sadly with little success. "Well screw you too then!" "Ben look out!" Rook shouted, Ben looked up to see the giant Racoon now loom over him, he swallowed thickly as the animal hissed at him, acid dripping down it's snoot leaving scares on it's skin, he stared at the black pain filed eyes, ignoring Animo's prunkful villan speach. He knew full well this creature might be the death of him but he couldn't help felling pity for it, it didn't ask for any of this to happen, it was at the wrong place at the worst possible time, just another victim of fates twisted master plan, Ben himself was one too, wasn't he? Ben couldn't move as the animal stared him down, even as it raised it's massive claw he could not move, he simply stood there, closing his eyes to await the impact. He could hear Rook crying out to him and even Argit seemed to be telling him to move, but it was too late and Ben knew that. He thought about his future, about Kenny and Gwendolyn and suddenly he felt so much regret. A good moment nothing happened, then a bright light flashed before his eyes. For a split second he thought he was dead, but then he felt something warm brush his face, he opened up his eyes to see a pink protection barrier surround him, the mana danced around him in almost petal like shapes, brushing his face. "Gwen?" Ben asked in beliverment, wondering when his cousin came back staring at the girl infront of him. However as his eyes adjusted to the light he noticed that it wasn't his cousin who saved him, Gwendolyn stood infront of him protectivly shielding him from the strike. She fired a energy ball twoards the Racoon, it passed through the barrier without problems which puzzled Ben as his cousin never has done anything like this. The energy ball exploded in a bright purple light infront of the Racoon's eyes, blinding it and causing it to stumble backwards, on it's way down it managed to rip a water hydrant open, causing water to flod the street. Ben blinked as Gwendolyn turned to him, 'she takes after her aunt.' He couldn't help thinking as she hurried over to him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug Ben returned the embrace, squeezing the little girl in his arms. "Ben!" Rook and Argit both exclaimed as they hurried over to him. "Are you alright?!" His partner asked with clear concern in his voice. "You little fucker almost caused us a heart attack!" Argit schimed in right after, Ben raised an eyebrow and the alien seemed to just now have realized what he said, "I mean..Rook and Gwenny almost had an heart attack, I couldn't care less." He avoided looking at him and Ben had the odd suspension that he was blushing under his fur, so he does care about him, Ben didn't know how to handel that knowledge really. "Well that happened. So any idea how we can stop this big guy and save him from Animo?" Rook and Argit looked at him like he grew a second head, "Save it?! Dude this thing almost teared you in half!" "Well he isn't in control of himself, this whole situation isn't his fault and I refuse to harm him more then necessary." The alien's exchanged a look. "Okay, first of all Benjamin, I know biology isn't your strongest subject but I'm pretty sure this is a female racoon." Ben blushed as Gwendolyn chuckled. "Second, I don't know what caused your sudden animal rights activist phase but I for my part think our survival is more important." Argit finished and Rook noded, looking apologetic at his partner. Ben glared at them and directed his attention twoards Gwendolyn who seemed to be lost in thoughts. "What do you think?" He asked, as if she would answer him. Gwendolyn suddenly jumped up and down making the water around them splash, Ben was caught ouf guard as she grabed his hands and swirled them around in circlea. The water started to move around them, floating, wobbly and in uneven chuncks but still floating non the less. Ben took a minute to understand her plan but as he did he could feel a smile spread on his cheeks. "You want to dance with me so we can get the control device away from Animo! That's a great idea!" "No, no, changing alien and kicking butt is a great idea. This is a ridiculously dangerous idea." Argit threw in again and Ben frowned, "We don't have much choice anyways, the omnitrix is in one of it's moods again and won't let me change alien." Argit stared at him with a expression Ben couldn't quiet pin point at first, was he concerned?? Ben didn't quiet know how to handel this kind of revelation either. The alien the sighed, "Okay, Rook and me will distract that thing, you two do that dancing stuff." He said finally and Ben let out a gasp of air, Rook too looked quiet shock at the other alien's sudden change in behavior. "I um yeah. What he said." Rook stammered in a perplexed manner as he followed Argit's lead. "Well I guess you know how this works?" Ben asked as he reached for Gwendolyn's hand, she smiled at him in a brilliant white smile and Ben felt this foundness bubble up inside him again. They start dancing, or at least Ben attempted to, but it was easier said then done without music. "Sorry!" He said as he steped on her foot. "What are you guys doing! Get on to it already!" Argit shouted as he avoided yet another strike from the racoon. "You try dancing without music!" Ben shoot back, that seemed to have given the alien a idea. "Cover for me!" He shouted to Rook as he dashed twoards their truck, "What?! Argit! You know this kind of animals make me nervous!!" Ben's partner shouted after the rat like creature, but he did as he was told anyways, sending warning shoots in the racoon's direction. Argit entered the truck hastily, he looked through their music playlists and almost had a heart attack as hardmetal played back at him, 'Red's playlist' he thought to himself and sure enough the playlist was indeed labeled Gwen, he skiped over Ben's and Rook's playlist and went straight for Kevin's, knowing the track he was looking for would be on it, it was a song he once heared in a game ages ago or at least a version of it, Kevin called it a instrumental remix or something, the only reason he even put it on his music list was because he knew it calmed Argit down. "Okay, speakers, speakers, there they are!" He waited for the music to be played over them only to realize nothing was happening. "Seriously?! This things aren't connected to the radio?!" He scofted as he dived down to see if he could rewire their setup. He had to make this work. The image of Ben almost being crushed earlier flashed before his eyes, morphed into the image of blood everywhere and small bodies lying on the ground. He couldn't let this happen again, he couldn't lose again. With that in mind he got to work. "Argit! I could really need some help here!" Rook screamed in direction of the truck, there was a pained groan heared over the speakers followed by a 'I'm working on it' Rook shock his head, whatever he was planing he better does it fast. "Ben! I won't be able to make do with warning shoots much longer!" He informed his partner. "Working on it!" Was again the reply he got as he douged another swall of acid, 'if this ends with holes in my fur I will have racoon for dinner, pretty green eyes will not prevent it.' He thought to himself, annoyed and frustrated even though he knew he wouldn't make true on that threat. He would rather leave this creature unharmed too after all. Suddenly a little smoke cloud emerged from the truck, followed by a melody ranging through the air. Rook watched as Argit, with a bit of his fur slightly burned, exited the truck. "Here! Now you got music!" He shouted twoards Ben as he made his way back to Rook, sqealing twoards the giant mammals direction to grab it's attention. He still wasn't sure if the other alien was really talking to that thing or just made random sounds at it. "Do I want to see what you did in there?" He asked as Argit reached him, the rat like alien raised a eyebrow at him, "Does Ben want to see what you're hiding in there?" Rook felt his face heat up and was thankful as so often, that one couldn't see that through his fur. "I will not complain and you will keep this a secret?" "Sounds like a plan." Ben had to admit, Argit sure was clever, the song wasn't ideal for the dances he knew but it at least had a rhythm he could follow '1 2 3, 1 2 3,' he counted in his head as he fell into the motion alongside Gwendolyn, somehow it suddenly seemed so easy. The movements came like he has done them a billion times before and suddenly the water was swirling around them sparkeling in the bright sun light. They made one last turn together as enough water gathered around them, sending the fountain twoards Animo knocking him off of the racoon. Rook lost no time reaching for the device that controled the racoon, turning her back to her normal size. Argit meanwhile jumped on Animo's head for good measure, "Don't make the glass crack." Rook reminded him, Argit simply scofted, muttering something about deserving it under his breath. Ben smiled at Gwendolyn who gave a shy smile back as the omnitrix transformed him back into his human form. He couldn't help himself as he lifted Gwendolyn off of the ground swirling her around in the air. "This was amazing! You are amazing!" He yelled as Gwendolyn giggled. "Oh no.." Ben paused as he heared his friends dreadful voice, he looked over where the two alien's where hovering over the small racoon lying in the pool of water unmoving, Ben felt something in his stomach twist. He rushed over to them examing the animal, "Is she..." He trailed off, letting the question hang in the open, the older boys exchanged looks, "Not yet." Rook informed him, "But....it does not look very good for her." Ben felt tears well up in his eyes, "Hey Benny...come on, you tried your best to save her." Argit tried to comfort him but Ben just felt numb, he failed, he saves people time and time again but somehow he fails at saving one little racoon who did nothing to deserve this. "Gwendolyn don't!" Rook said suddenly, snapping Ben out of his depressed state. Gwendolyn reached for the racoon, who wasn't even breathing anymore as much as Ben could tell. "Gwendolyn, sweety, it's...it's too late." He tried to tell her, knew that she too wanted to save her, Gwen told him once that healing spells were the most difficult ones to master, if the injury was too severe not even a anodite would be able to heal it and once something was dead nothing could bring it back, he remembered how scared she looked back then. Gwendolyn smiled at him in a reasuring manner and Ben was taken a back as she suddenly started to glow in a bright pink hue. The mana around her started to pulsate into the racoon as the three boys stared in awe and wonder. Ben knew it was futile, knew she couldn't archive the impossible, but for a small second he felt like she could make it better. It ended soon after it started and Ben wanted to lie a hand onto the small girl's shoulder, knew she probably felt horrible right now, but then something happened he could not explain for the life of him. The racoon started to stire, coughing water out, and then climed onto Gwendolyn's shoulder, nuzzeling her face. "Dude!" Argit exclaimed, "Did your daughter just rise the dead?!"

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