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ariel-seagull-wings · 6 months

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Each movie studio executive will tell that marketable story of having an eureka moment about the creation of an iconic character or a franchise.

Walt Disney had the legend of creating the first draft of Mickey Mouse during a train ride.

Andy Mooney has the tale of getting the idea of marketing a line up of Disney Princesses for the young women demographic during a Disney on Ice line-up:

"This was back in 2000, soon after Mr Mooney, a Scot, had been appointed head of Disney's consumer products division.

Joining the company after 20 years at Nike, he was working hard to bring himself fully up to speed on every facet of the business. This included going to see a production of Disney on Ice, where figure skaters portray Disney characters.

While queuing to get in he noticed that a great many of the young girls - and also their mothers - had dressed up in generic princess dresses, to look like Disney heroines, such as Snow White, Cinderella, and Aurora from Sleeping Beauty.

Disney didn't sell such dresses at the time, but Mr Mooney immediately realised that the company was missing an incredibly lucrative trick.

"I was standing in line with mothers and daughters, all dressed head to toe in princess regalia that they had made at home," says Mr Mooney, 63.

"I said to a few of the mums 'if Disney made official dresses like this would you buy them?', and they all replied that they'd buy lots.

"So I rushed back to [Disney headquarters] in Burbank [Los Angeles], and we launched the Disney Princess series pretty quickly."

Not only did Mr Mooney and his team introduce dresses based on those worn by Disney's best-known female characters, they set to work on everything from books to lunchboxes, dolls, magazines, computer games, pyjamas, and tie-ups with food producers.

The idea was to start selling basically everything that female Disney fans, both young and old, might like to buy, all featuring one or more Disney princess."

Wheter the story of the Disney on Ice line up is true or not, the fact is that you can feel a sense of... territoriality. Originally, women in the audience (specially mothers and young daughters) would either buy the costumes of their favorite royal or non royal heroines on more afordable stores, or make by hand the costumes at home, and maybe dress up whatever doll they already head as the character they liked, out of love of movies they probably revisited many times.

An executive like Andy Mooney couldn't loose an oportunity to destroy this perceived competition, so a merchandise had to be quickly created in a manner similar to Barbie.

Even tought not everyone tought this was a good idea...

"Not everyone thought his idea would work, one person in specific who had trouble with it was Walt Disney’s own nephew Roy E Disney. The reasoning for his disapproval: he didn’t want the princesses to appear together outside their own film franchise’s. He thought it would ruin the magic. To appease Roy it was decided that for all marketing, none of the princesses would look at or interact in any way with each other.

In the beginning the original line-up was Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora, Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Pocahontas, Mulan and Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell was soon removed and in 2004 she started up the Disney Fairies franchise.

In order for a character to be given the title of a Disney princess the character must fulfil just one of the following:

1. Born Royal

2. Marry Royal

3. Perform a significant act of heroism

The third requirement was created just for Mulan who is the only one who isn’t born royal or marry royal.

They need to fulfil all of the following:

1. Be human

2. Be the female lead in an animated Disney movie

3. Not be introduced for the first time in a sequel

The unwritten but also most important rule: Their movie has to do well at the box office.

As they have not met the criteria some Disney characters have not been included in the line up. For example: Kida from Atlantis and Nala from The Lion King are both princesses in their films but don’t fulfil all of the requirements.

The reason why Anna and Elsa are not included in the Disney Princess Franchise is because Frozen was such a hit at the box office and Anna and Elsa have reached a level of fame on par with Mickey Mouse that it would have been a step down for Anna and Elsa to have been grouped with the other princesses. In other words, Anna and Elsa are so popular that they make more than enough profit on their own that they don’t need to be associated with the other princesses in order to sell merchandise."

While the Theme Parks, old Disney books and comic books, movies like Fun and Fancy Free, Who Framed Roger Rabbit and Mickey's Christmas Carol and cartoon TV shows like Walt Disney's Disneyland, Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color and House of Mouse extablished that, with careful writing and cohesive worldbuilding a crossover between Disney animated characters from different animated features is possible, there was fear about this line up putting the designated Princesses to interact with each other in a narative context. They could at best pose together statically in pôsters and comercials.

And then there is the contradiction of the name Disney Princess with the characters in the actual line-up. There are characters who fit in their criterion who yet are excluded, and characters who mostly break from it (even activelly being called Princesses in their movies) yet are forced under the Princess label anyway.

"The question is, if Disney has ever used criteria like this as guidelines for choosing Princess candidates, does the company really care about them? Tinkerbell, who was neither royal nor particularly heroic in Peter Pan (although she did save Peter’s life) used to have Disney Princess status until she was removed from the line-up and given her own book and movie series.

While she plays a significant role in Aladdin, Jasmine is more of a supporting character than a main one. Then there’s Merida, who has a spot on the list even though she’s a Disney Pixar character rather than Disney Animation Studios.

Yet supporting characters like Meg from Hercules, Jane Porter from Tarzan, and Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame remain excluded from the list.

Supposedly Mooney called the Princesses and the worlds they originated from part of “the Princess mythology.” This was his reasoning for removing Tinkerbell from the line-up, having decided she just didn’t fit.

So perhaps what matters to Disney is not a bunch of criteria in a list, but instead whatever characteristics they think will be marketable to their audience. As great as characters like Esmeralda and Meg may be, it’s the shimmery dresses, quests for love and adventure, and sense of magic that spark a child’s imagination."

So... Between the late 1999/2000, Andy Mooney and other Disney marketing executives hastily decide to create the Disney Princesses as a form to compete with Barbie and smaller costume makers who were selling cheaper interpretations of Princess Dresses for audiences of mostly young women to play their favorite Disney Ladies.

While animated movie characters were already proven possible, there was no idea on how to make the Princesses interact with another that felt cohesive, so for a long time the marketing chooses to present them in ways that are static, mostly focused on how pretty they look, rather than exploring their personalities and the dynamics of their worlds.

A Criterion about doing heroic actions is added to justify including characters like Pocahontas and Mulan, who aren't from royalty nor marry into royalty, based on the box office popularity of their movies and merchandise sails.

Meanwhile, other heroines who are equally heroic, main characters and/or even royals themselves, like Elonwy, Esmeralda, Meg, Jane and Kida are excluded because their movies (if not complete failures at the box office) aren't as popular with audiences at the time of their releases.

Non-humanoid female main characters who are also very popular with audiences, like Minnie Mouse, Lady, Duchess, Maid Marian, Miss Bianca and Nala are excluded.

Female characters are sometimes present, other times not, like Alice, Tinkerbell (before staring in her own franchise, the Disney Fairies) and Giselle, without ceremony.

Merida, the anti-Princess who is from a Pixar produced movie rather than a Disney character, is put in the label.

Then in recent years, Elsa and Anna from Frozen had been so popular, both in terms of movie tickets and merchandise sails, that while ocasionally they appear along with the other Princesses, the two are mostly sold as representatives of their own world of Arendelle.

And Moana, who is another anti-Princess character, this time from a movie produced by Disney itself, was also put under the Princess label.

IN CONCLUSION:

Compared to something like the Disney Fairies, which was built slowly and with attention to detaille and consistency in terms of criteria, the Disney Princess label has a trajectory that even to this day, 23 years after its foundation, its messy.

Characters who should be part of it, are excluded, while characters who activelly rejected the label, are forcet into it, with different reasons invented for why, but clearly selling points being the only thing that matters.

Maybe they should stop to rethink again, and consider this alternatives:

Either not having a label for all the lady characters at all, for they are so different, and let them carry their respective franchises (like it worked with Anna and Elsa).

Or try again, this time with a different name other than Princess, since it doesn't really represent the majority of the heroines they created, and this time, include everyone, from every movie, rather than constantly excluding.

#disney #andy mooney #disney princess #disney princesses #marketing #western animation #franchises

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loosesodamarble · 23 days

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Father-Son Teamwork

Summary: Sirius and Nacht shovel some snow. That's it, really. Genre: general Word count: ~650

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“Waah— OOPH!”

Piff.

Nacht snapped his head around in an instant. Behind him, Sirius had landed face first into a pile of snow. The shovel he’d been using to move the snow off the walkway had clumsily tipped to the side without Sirius holding it up.

This was the ninth time Sirius had tripped up.

“Sirius… I know you want to help but…” Nacht used his magic to pluck his son from the snowdrift and set him back on his feet. “It’s clear you’re struggling. Leave this to me and join everyone else inside for some hot cocoa.”

“But then you’d be out alone in the cold, Father!” argued Sirius.

“Hey!” The shrill voice of Walgner snapped, making father and son turn their heads to see the family devils moving show by the armful. “How could you forget us, kid?”

“S-sorry…” Sirius pursed his lips and had a pensive look on his face for a moment, as if mentally scolding himself. When he opened his eyes, he stared up at Nacht. “I just wanna spend more time with you, that’s all, Father.”

As if Nacht could say “no” to his son’s earnest, humble wish.

“Alright then, young man. We’ll see this through together.” Nacht grabbed Sirius’s shovel for him then handed it off. “But first, let’s figure out why you keep falling over.”

And so Nacht had Sirius show him his shoveling technique which Nacht hadn’t been paying attention to earlier. Turned out, Sirius kept falling due to repeatedly trying to scoop up as much snow as Nacht could only for the weight to overwhelm him and send the boy toppling over. Nacht bit back a chuckle and reminded Sirius that he wasn’t big enough to be moving as much snow as himself or Josele could.

“One day you’ll be able to carry that much weight, and more, but for now, it’s okay that you can only move a little at a time,” Nacht said to assure his son. “Ready to work at your own pace?”

“Mhm, ready!” With his answer, Sirius gave a thumb up.

Together, Nacht and Sirius—with the additional help from Nacht’s devils—shoveled the snow from the manor’s front walkway. Nacht and the devils moved larger portions of the snow while Sirius followed after to scoop away any smaller clumps left behind. With the walkway cleared, the team then got to sweeping out the bits of snow stuck between the stone pieces of the path. Not only would the walkway look cleaner, but it prevented the snow from melting on the path and create a risk of a slippery surface.

It took some time but eventually, the walkway was cleared.

“And to think Lady Josele or Yami would be able to do this on their own,” Gimodelo mused as he, in his miniature form, plopped down on Nacht’s head.

“I’m shocked by your lack of stamina, Gimo,” remarked Nacht, shaking his head just enough to get his disappointment across, but not enough to disturb his companion. “Aren’t you devils supposed to be more durable?”

“Hnghhhh… Let us rest…”

“Fine, fine.” Nacht waved his hand and the devils’ forms dissipated to give them a rest. “And you did great work, Sir.” Nacht pat Sirius on his crown.

In response, Sirius threw his free arm, as one was holding a shovel and broom, around Nacht’s middle. Nacht reflexively returned the embrace.

“Thanks, Father.” Sirius strengthened his hold on Nacht as he buried his face in Nacht’s cloak. “I always— Achoo!” A loud, very wet sneeze came from Sirius.

Nacht made a mental note to put his cloak in the hamper.

“That’s our cue to head inside. Hopefully your mother saved some hot cocoa for you.”

“Think I can have a coffee instead? Cocoa is too sweet.”

“Sirius, you’re ten. You’re not old enough for that drink.”

“B-but it’s coffee, not alcohol…”

“Still too young, son.”

“Hmph…”

#black clover #black clover fanfic #nacht faust #sirius faust #black clover oc #next gen ocs #soda's ocs

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Christmas eve and Christmas day

12 Fics of Christmas - masterlist

Summary: You spend christmas at the munsons.

Content warnings: cosy festive fluff.

Word count: 1230

A/N: This fic is makes the most sense if you´ve red at least part 1, 3 and 10 of this series but you can of course read it as a stand alone.

Big huge thanks to anyone that has read and liked anything of this, I appreciate you all so much its insane.

fic is also posted on Ao3

You smelt the mulled wine before you got inside.

The trailer felt festive in a totally new way, it felt so warm, so welcome and so calm.

Eddie and Wayne had some small nibbles and cookies displayed on the kitchen counter, and inside the oven there were a chicken and leek pie baking, courtesy of Claudia Henderson, who made enough pies for a small army and then distributed them among friends and family.

Wayne was incharge of the music and a frank sinatra christmas album was softly playing in the background.

“This is beautiful” you said to Eddie as he brought you into his open arms.

“you are” he responded, “Garlic bread?” he asked, holding up a slice.

“I mean when you offer” you said and opened your mouth.

When you, Eddie and Wayne was stuffed to the brim with both snacks and pie you sat down on the couch and you turned to Eddie quite quickly, now to excited to wait.

“So when are you going to tell the new part of the christmas story?” you asked your boyfriend.

Ever since Wayne told you about it and showed you the notebook, you had made eddie read parts here and there to you whilst at his place, to not make Wayne sit trough the entire thing on christmas eve.

“Do you guys want to hear it now? Or should we put on a film?” Eddie asked, smirking slightly cause he knew what you would say.

“No!” You said, grabbing his hand.”Tell it now.”

Wayne charmed in.

“Tell it son, it aint christmas till you do”

Eddie smiled.

“Mkay then, get comfortable. “ he said.

When you had he began, you noticed how his tone dropped, falling into one that was laced with mystery.

“When we left our heroes last christmas, they had just gotten out of the deadly trap that they were fooled into during their dreamhaze, and now they found themselves in a forest they’ve never seen before. Snow covered the ground in every direction that they looked, and the oak door that they just passed through was suddenly gone. “

You felt your insides grow warm as you watched Eddie tell his story, He was so into it, so echanted in the story that he created out of thin air. His imagination and passion for storytelling made you love him even more than you had before.

“When they had wondered round the interminable forrest for what felt like an eternity, they suddenly heard something coming from above, something so gorgeous that they couldn’t really believe their eyes.” Eddie said, pausing for dramatic effect, whilst also smirking deviously at you. “a fairy.”

Eddie proceeded to describe the fairy and it didn´t take long for you to realise that the fairy’s features all matched yours, on the dot every time. Still you couldnt really believe it, Did he really write you into his story?

When he finished, it stopped on a happy note, an open end with potential for a continuation next christmas. You dried the tears that had erupted when the fairy used her magic to light a path in the snow giving the heroes the hope they needed.

“Son, I dunno how you do it, but you’ve done it again,” Wayne said as he rose from the sofa, giving Eddie an affectionate shoulder squeeze as he walked past him.

“So what did you think?” Eddie asked taking a seat beside you on the sofa.

“I loved it Eds, “ you said, leaning against him. ”was that fairy inspired by someone special?”

“Might be so” Eddie said and kissed your temple. “Inspired by the source of light and hope in my life”

“I love you” you said, climbing into his lap, straddling him.

“I love you too” Eddie replied and softly put a hand under your chin bringing your face to his, kissing you deeply.

It felt like that kiss lasted forever, and you only broke it when you heard Wayne clear his throat.

“You guys want dessert or are you content with eating each other?”

After you two had gone to bed you waited for Eddie to fall asleep.

There were two stockings hung on the door to his bedroom, one for him and one for you, and you desperately wanted to be the one to put presents in his.

You listened to him breathe behind you, face in your neck, and when you heard his breathing even out you snuck as carefully as you could out of bed to go grab the present you had in mind for under the tree.

You grabbed it carefully to not wake Wayne and tiptoed back, only to be met by Eddie at the door stuffing a present down your stocking.

“I thought you went to the bathroom?” Eddie whispered when he saw you.

“I thought you were asleep?” You whispered back. Then you both paused and looked at each other laughing.

You looked at the clock. It was 02.31 a.m.

“I mean it’s officially Christmas Day anyways” you said as you handed Eddie the present not bothering to stuff it down his stocking.

Eddie took the present and then dug up the gift for you.

“Merry Christmas my love” he said and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the room to open the presents.

Eddie read the note on his present and looked up at you with raised eyebrows and a cheeky grin.

“Unwrap me in private?” He asked, “should I be scared or excited?”

“Well hopefully excited, Cmon now, unwrap!” You said, urging him to unwrap the gift.

He unwrapped the boudoir photos of you and the gasp he let out was incredible.

“Baby” he said after looking at them. “These put my tiny Polaroid collection to such shame, they’re gorgeous”

“You really think so?” You asked.

“Sweetheart I wanna frame these, put them on the wall so I can look at them all day.”

You laughed at his outburst.

“You cannot frame and hang pictures of me barely clothed in a house that you share with your uncle” you said.

“Then we better work on getting a place of our own” he said, then he leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I love them, thank you. Now open yours”

You smiled at him and murmured an “you’re welcome” before opening up the small gift.

Inside were a ring. A ring that had an E on the front.

“Wow” you said, putting it on. “I assume E stands for Eddie right?”

“You are correct and I am aware that it is insanely cheesy.” Eddie said. “Now there’s a reason behind the present sweetheart.”

“And that is?” You said, admiring the ring.

“Well baby, I’ve noticed that when your anxious you fiddle with my rings a lot, and its not that I want that to stop, it’s just that I want you to have something to fiddle with when im not around.”

You teared up at the consideration behind the gift that you now had on your finger.

“Eddie, I love you, so incredibly much.”

“I love you too baby”

You kissed him and then you let out a yawn.

“Should we go to bed?” he asked.

“Please” you replied.

That christmas night, you fell asleep in the arms of a man that loved you so much and that you loved just as much.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #advent calendar

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ROXANA (Chapter 63)

Finally, Dion, who had been watching from the shadows, made a move toward the front of the courtroom. However, instead of raising his arm to slit my neck- just as Father had desired- he snatched my hand. Father couldn’t believe what he was witnessing- he was being betrayed by his favorite son and daughter.

“Sister!” The courtroom door opened, and Jeremy sauntered in. His confusion at the situation was visibly apparent- “What… what’s going on?” His reaction gave Father some hope, though it was soon crushed again.

“Dion, you bastard! Let go of her hand! Roxana’s hands are mine, and mine alone!” Jeremy bared his teeth and ran towards me. Though he glanced at Father briefly, he didn’t seem bothered, interested, or surprised at all.

“Unfortunately, Father, no one at House Agriche is on your side.” I crossed one leg over another, smiling arrogantly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, though.” My smile softened into a more friendly one, despite the fact that I was about to sentence him to a life of imprisonment.

“You’re still useful to me, Father, so I’m not going to kill you right now.”

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WOOSH. A fierce wind burrowed through the dense forest; it was a cold, sharp, Northern wind, moving as if it were trying to tear the soldiers’ flesh apart. The brooding red sun settled, and night engulfed the sky. The soldiers held their breath in the darkness.

They had lain siege to the Agriche castle before Lanche Agriche returned, and there was anticipation brewing in their eyes as they watched the broken moon rise above them.

“He has arrived.”

Finally, their leader arrived. As he raised his arm, the enemy Agriche scouts he had encountered on the way here fell dead on the ground. “What’s the situation report?”

“There’s a big commotion inside the mansion. Should we make our move?”

Cold, golden eyes stared into the horizon. “No,” he started coolly. “Let’s wait a moment.”

Isidor, who had been acting commander in Cassis’ absence, obeyed without further questions.

The harsh wind rushed past his ears- it sounded like the howl of a ferocious beast, yet even the animals in the Agriche forest were barely able to withstand such a winter. The bare branches trembled, and the whole forest seemed to quiver in the midst of the cold- the cold that seemed to seep through and freeze your bones until your cheeks and limbs were deathly sore. Yet Cassis, standing tall in the darkness, was completely unaffected by the bitter surroundings. A sharp flow of adrenaline rushed through his body as if he were a predator getting ready to strike- nothing could distract him from his mission, not even the inhuman climate.

As those around him waited patiently for their orders, smoky white dust suddenly settled across the darkness, and snow began falling from above. It seemed as if someone had conjured an illusion- a butterfly, so completely unsuited for such a wintery season, had started gracing the night sky in view of the soldiers before quickly disappearing.

Finally. The signal Cassis had been waiting for.

Everyone surged forward at once. Now, they were going to put an end to Lanche Agriche, once and for all.

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The news of a successful rebellion against Lanche Agriche rippled throughout the Agriche household. It hadn’t even been an hour since the main family had returned from the reunion meeting. Moreover, it wasn’t even Fontaine who had emerged as the leader. Naturally, the mansion was overcome by great chaos.

“Everyone’s in a frenzy- they’re going insane,” the eldest Agriche daughter, Grizelda, said with a small laugh as she watched the commotion unfold from her terrace. “They look like a swarm of crazed ants.” She was one of the few people who knew about Roxana’s plans. After all, it was she who had created the magic circle meant to trap Father in the courtroom.

Grizelda wasn’t remarkable in many areas, but she was an extremely talented mage; most of the spells, hexes, and talismans in Agriche had been handcrafted by her. “Roxana’s interesting, too.” This new situation made Grizelda excited- if only she had known about Roxana’s abilities earlier. Dion was regarded as the ringleader of the rebellion by most, but Grizelda knew it was Roxana’s designs that motivated him. Roxana, Dion, and Jeremy were the leaders of the rebellion- and now Agriche, though the majority of the trio’s power lay in Roxana’s hands.

The private soldiers Fontaine had been recruiting weren’t actually his- they were Roxana’s. Grizelda followed her orders and helped overthrow Lanche for no other reason than, well, it sounded like fun. She knew she was betraying her father, but she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. She wasn’t attached to him by any means of loyalty, anyways. Father was the kind of man who was willing to kill his children if necessary- and had done so many times before. So why should this role reversal be looked at any differently?

The children of Agriche, Grizelda included, had never known familial love. It was difficult to even find friendships between siblings of the same age.

Since birth, my urge to survive was natural after being thrust into the competitive family hierarchy. To be honest, they weren’t family members, but murderers. If there were no rules prohibiting murder amongst siblings, the mansion would have been caked in blood and corpses.

It was for these reasons that no one stood up to help Lanche.

At first, they were both embarrassed and in awe of the news that Lanche, whom they thought to be the most powerful Agriche, had been bested. Most children were excited about the emergence of a new game that they’d never played before. Some even offered to put Father in the punishment chamber, just as he’d previously done to them.

However, most within the mansion seemed confused by the current situation. Grizelda, however, knew that the chaos would die down, and everything would be business-as-usual soon enough.

“Tonight, the Agriche mansion is going to have the greatest party ever.” She laughed in glee and left the terrace.

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“What? Is that really true?” Sierra tried to calm her startled heart, though, like most other times, it was an attempt in vain. She had heard of Lanche’s defeat and imprisonment at the hands of Dion. However, Sierra knew that Roxana must have had a hand in this scheme.

She got up and paced the room anxiously, then decided. “I must go see Roxana now.”

However, Sierra’s maid stopped her in embarrassment. “Madame, the inside of the mansion is quite crowded now- let’s wait until the situation quietens a little…”

Then, a knock on the door. Sierra, standing near it, moved away from Beth to open it- and stopped at the figure outside.

“You are…” The woman bowed her head politely. “Long time no see, Madame.” It was Emily, Roxana’s shadow. “I came under Miss Roxana’s orders.”

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#roxana agriche #roxana agreche #roxana #korean webnovel #korean manhwa #manhwa #reincarnation manhwa #villainess #web novel

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themattress · 1 year

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OUAT: The Bland Fairy

I’ve been re-engaging with Once Upon a Time recently and thus naturally am going to further talk about it, and one subject I feel really deserves more attention is the character of Fiona, aka the Black Fairy from Season 6. And specifically why she failed so hard at being the Biggest Bad of the whole story the way she was hyped up to be and is just kinda boring.

See, throughout the show there have been mentions of a mysterious someone who created the Dark Curse that is the source of so much misery, plus scattered references to things like dark fairy dust and the Black Fairy’s Wand which of course made many fans interested in who this Black Fairy was. The revelation made in Season 6 that the Black Fairy is the one that created the Dark Curse actually makes perfect sense, especially since timeline-wise the first tip-off of its existence came from an unsettled facial reaction from the Blue Fairy. And since the Blue Fairy has been a major character on the good side since the beginning, the Black Fairy as her evil counterpart and the ultimate foe that Emma must face makes sense.

And then she showed up. Despite being played well by Jaime Murray, the character we got had a major problem holding her back. Let’s go down a list of her traits to see what that is.

Powerful evil figure who was banished long ago - That’s kind of like the description of the Evil Queen we opened the show on, albeit not so “long ago”. It also calls to mind Cora’s banishment to Wonderland, the Jabberwocky’s imprisonment in Wonderland, the Snow Queen’s confinement in Arendelle, and even what befell Tinker Bell given that it was the Blue Fairy who banished her as well. The point I’m making is that it’s a generic set-up for a villain.

Lives in a dark realm - One literally called “the Dark Realm”. And that’s cool, but we already had it done twice, first with Peter Pan in Neverland and then with Hades in the Underworld.

Kidnaps children - For chronic child-nappers, we already had Rumple and Pan (ironically enough). Otherwise, we’ve also had kidnappings and attempted kidnappings made by Regina, Zelena, Cruella, Hades, and even Snow and Charming! It’s not unique at this point.

Abuses the children she kidnaps - Sorry, Pan did it first and and he did it better.

Is willing to murder children - You could probably count on one hand the amount of villains on this show that weren’t willing to sink that low. Hell, the Blind Witch made a whole career out of murdering and eating children, and she’s by and large depicted as a comedic villain!

Is a parent to Rumplestilstskin - Yep, she’s Rumple’s mother and the former wife of the man who would become Peter Pan. And I’m sorry, but Pan had stronger “Ultimate Villain” credentials. And he didn’t even need to be that hyped up as one; he just kind of was one.

Chooses power over love - How many villains have done this at this point? Damn near all of them? Even King Arthur did it! It’s really not that impressive to see a villain do anymore.

Rips hearts out and controls people with them - Again; what villain hasn’t by now?

Is an important female enemy to Emma - Like Regina, Ingrid and Nimue before her, then.

Casts the Dark Curse for evil purposes - Uh-huh. Exactly like Regina, Pan and Nimue.

Wants to break the Laws of Magic - Jafar, who made some guest spots in the very same season Fiona was in, also attempted to do that...and temporarily succeeded too! And wasn’t all that Author malarkey in Season 4 basically breaking the Laws of Magic too, given that it retconned history, forced people to fall in love with others, and had the ability to sort of bring people back from the dead? Figures; Season 4 comes back to bite the show yet again!

Used to be good then turned bad - So exactly like roughly 99% of this show’s villains.

Used to be human but now isn't - Pan, Jafar, and every Dark One ever says “hi”.

Even Evil Has Loved Ones - Fiona loves her son Rumple and grandson Gideon in spite of everything. Villains who also displayed the capacity for love include Rumple himself, Regina, King George, Cora, Hook, Greg and Tamara, Zelena, Ingrid, Ursula, Maleficent, King Arthur, Hades, Jafar, Anastasia, and even the split Evil Queen and Mr. Hyde. So not at all special.

Joins forces with Rumplestiltskin - Villains who have made deals and alliances with Rumple include Regina, King George, Pan, Zelena, Ingrid, Ursula, Cruella, Maleficent, Isaac, Hades, Mr. Hyde, the split Evil Queen, and even minor villains such as the Mad Hatter and Dr. Frankenstein. Even Hook as Dark Hook has technically worked together with Rumple!

Has a theatrical, even somewhat campy demeanor - LIKE. MOST. VILLAINS.

Becomes Mayor of Storybrooke and Henry's adoptive mother - She quite literally ripped this off from Regina. To the point where people honestly wondered if the role she was playing was originally intended for the split Evil Queen who began the same season as the Big Bad.

Proficient at psychological manipulation - Rumple, Cora, Pan, Ingrid, Nimue, Hades and the Jabberwocky all share this quality, as do Dr. Facilier and Mother Gothel in Season 7.

Engages in a back-up contingency plan - Her plan to win the Final Battle through Emma succumbing to doubt fails, but that’s OK since she has a back-up plan in motion through her control over Gideon’s heart. Clever, but we’ve seen this kind of thing from other villains in the past such as Regina, Cora, Pan, Rumple, and Jafar. It doesn’t help that Fiona sabotages herself by not sucking it up and accepting Belle as family, naturally causing Rumple to turn on her and, despite her confidence to the contrary, play a role in foiling her contingency plan.

Is killed by Rumplestiltskin - Cora was killed by Rumple in an indirect way, Zelena appeared to be killed by Rumple for a while, and of course Rumple directly killed his other parent, Pan, and would later go on to kill his Wish Realm counterpart by killing himself.

Literally everything in Fiona’s character is shared with other villains. There isn’t anything remotely original about her. On top of that, she isn’t impressively powerful (Zelena hits her with a car at one point; good luck taking her seriously after that) nor is she especially loathsome the way other villains including her own son and former husband have been.

The only thing that makes Fiona stand out is that the crisis she causes in “The Final Battle” has the highest stakes in the series given that the endgame of her Dark Curse is that all realms but the Land Without Magic get annihilated by Dark Magic itself due to the magical imbalance created by the Savior’s fading belief (which is stupid, but I digress), and Fiona does have an interesting philosophy about why she’s justified in doing this and why the outcome is even preferable to the way things are...but sadly, this philosophy is barely explored. How could it be, when Fiona only appears in 8 episodes and she spends the majority of them just flitting around and going “Mwahaha, look at me, I’m so evil!” instead of getting to the damn point. In the end, the dreaded Black Fairy is one of the most bland and forgettable major villains in all of Once Upon a Time. Her story was better off being untold.

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This excellent essay was posted by @goodbyedandelion and reposted on Instagram—however their account sadly seems gone now. But it is in rememberence of their Tumblr spirit that I post a continuation to their essay!

EVEN MORE Reasons Why Carry On is so groundbreaking as a YA Fantasy/Romance

Misconceptions/Character Complexity

A large topic in YA Contemporary is gossip, but I feel like fantasy doesn’t touch on this as much. Think of how others perceive one another in Carry On. Early on we learn that Simon, for example, saw Penny as different because of her race. But of course, we quickly know this isn’t true.

But what about Agatha? In Harry Potter, for example, Lavender Brown and other feminine characters are often looked down upon because of their femininity. We often as a culture perceive beauty as overcompensation for what’s inside. Sometimes Agatha is looked at in the same light in Carry On, but when we see things from her POV, we realize that Agatha is perhaps the smartest one there. Maybe she’s not Penny Bunce-smart, but she has the survival instincts that Penny lacks.

Agatha isn’t the only one. Baz looks cold and unfeeling from others’ POVs, but we quickly learn that he is a boy with a soft heart that’s been hardened by his past. Everyone thinks he cares about nothing but we know he cares about his mother and how she’d feel about him; his father and step-mother and siblings; Simon, of course; Bunce, in his own way; he even cares about flowered suits and dramatic entrances! We think Bunce is nerdy and perhaps annoying, but we learn she’s very sweet and like a mother to Simon. And the mage. Ugh, the mage. We think he cares about Simon but we learn that for every bit he cares about Simon, he cares about the war more.

Rowell doesn’t allow any character to be simple, stereotypical, or as they appear. My sister, for example, was saying that Baz sounded like a stereotypical gay man in the media. But he’s not, is he? He might love fashion but Rowell does not make him simple or stereotypical. Everyone is so complex, and she uses the multi-POV to not just show us their complexity but also the complexity of how they are viewed by others.

Woman on Woman Drama/Anger

For years and years, only one woman was allowed to have a true seat at the table in films. Take Indiana Jones, the original Avengers, and Star Wars for example. This woman was often made to be the sex appeal or romantic interest, but I’ll save that for another day. Because of there only being one spot, it set a precedent that women in media needed to fight with each other to take that spot, thus depriving us of women getting along!

At first, I was worried Rowell had fallen into this trap. Bunce thinks Agatha is simple and too feminine, Agatha thinks Bunce is a major pain in the ass. Their dislike for one another is complicated in that they’re essentially two different types of feminism battling it out, and half of their fight was about Simon and their roles in his life.

But in the end, Penny and Agatha create a relationship that exists outside of their relationship with Simon. Penny sees Agatha’s strength and resilience; Agatha recognizes Penny’s harsh exterior for what is is. When Agatha moves away, they text without his even knowing. Penny is the one that decides they need to check on and save her. In the end, penny and Agatha fight alongside one another.

Rowell didn’t just give us a feminine friendship—she showed us what we’ve been doing, and how to get from Point A to point B. I think it’s the most underrated part of the series.

True Friendship

It might sound bad, but I truly believe a lot of today’s media ruins the idea of friendship. I just feel like none of the portrayals are realistic. Friends are either joined at the hip and have never fought (toxic) or never get along (also toxic). The fact that Baz and Penny and Simon and Penny and Agatha and Penny can get into fights but still continue to love one another platonically is really heartwarming to me.

Trauma/Mental Illness

I remember getting to the end of Harry Potter and thinking “he went through all of that and we’re just supposed to leave him now?” We see some remnants in the most cursed play ever: The Cursed Child. But more than trauma we see someone who looks back on the days they risked their life everyday with *longing.* While that’s about the most Harry Potter thing Harry Potter has ever done (and the most canonical part of that play) it’s so unrealistic. You’re telling me Harry grew up with nothing and was an amazing father—minus a few spats with his son. You’re telling me Harry was able to hold it together emotionally after fighting for his life from ages 11-18 without a therapists help? You’re telling me Harry lost two father figures in the ministry of magic AND spent 7 years going through what amounted to a lesson titled “the government is corrupt” just to be a part of that government!?

Wayward son isn’t like that. Wayward Son shows us what happened to Simon afterwards, and it’s not peaches and cream. He had therapy, he quit therapy. A lot of us have been Simon on that couch, and we all needed the Baz in our life to drag us across a metaphorical America. Wayward Son is hands-down my favorite book. Realistic depictions of mental illness, check. Subverting our expectations of after the end, check. Reading it feels like taking a road trip, check.

As OP mentioned, Simon is a beloved chosen one because he’s just so wrong for the role. He’s not levelheaded where he should be, he’s bold in all the wrong places, he couldn’t possibly maintain a professional relationship with the coven. Meanwhile his super-hot enemy Baz was the absolute perfect choice to be chosen, but he was completely passed over. And part of this chalks up to how Simon became so powerful—fate isn’t twisting its whims this way and that. Simon is only chosen because he was a Petri dish experiment-gone-wrong baby. When Simon asks the fates why, really he should be asking the mage. There’s something delightful about the fact that Simon was made. The chosen one was made, and in the same process, so was the greatest threat.

De-escalation

I think it’s clear by now that Carry On is a great book, Simon Snow is an amazing series, and Rainbow Rowell sure can write. But I feel the need to point out that the end of Carry On wasn’t well-received by everyone. I recommend the series to everyone I know and some people are really disappointed you don’t get a big magical battle at the end. Some people think Simon filling in the humdrum was a cop out. But I disagree. I felt it was thrilling to witness a book where war was as stupid in fantasy land as it can be in real life. This is the first fantasy I’ve ever read where they find a better way to handle conflict than senseless fighting. It’s emotionally rewarding, to me, to see de-escalation. To see conflicts fixed before they start to be huge problems. It was a risky choice for an end, you have to admit. But Rowell pulls it off amazingly.

Nothing is Wrapped in a Bow

A day will never go by without me thinking about the fact that Simon Snow Salisbury doesn’t know who his parents are. Or how Baz will never know what exactly happened with his mother—whether she really ended herself to avoid vampirism and whether she would’ve done it to her too. We’ll never even quite understand the mage’s plan behind fix the humdrum and get an all powerful boy wizard on his side. Rowell doesn’t wrap everything up. She gives you closure as often as she gives you something to ponder. The ending of Harry Potter was so controversial, I think, because it spelled out so clearly much of what was happening. And what you didn’t learn in that epilogue, Rowling released later through Pottermore and interviews. That’s fine and dandy—but there’s something to be said for ending Simon Snow’s books with questions. Not infuriating questions but rather things that I’ll always ponder—that will shed new light on different situations depending on how I look at them. Rowell sets a precedent that you can fill in Simon’s world with your imagination while also reminding us that life doesn’t have endings. Not really, the way books to. Rowell is one of the few writers of today’s fantasy, I’d argue, who’s okay letting things go unanswered. There’s always a thread of fantasy and magic going. It’s something that will keep Simon alive in my heart for many, many years to come.

So yeah, that’s what I think about when I think about Simon Snow. It’s not nearly as coherent as the original post but I hope you enjoy it.

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Little Witch - Part 16

The Darkling x Reader

'It's work-related Baghra, I'm not here because I miss you'

'Then get to it.' She snapped and walked around you, settling in her seat by the fire.

'How is Alina getting along?'

'Like a wounded animal' You sighed. As much as you hated the woman, she had a knack for training Grisha and always succeeded so this wasn't good.

'How bad is it?'

'She can't light a doorway on her own without Aleksander clutching her wrist.'

'Surely she's not that weak. Maybe you're just losing your touch'

'Get out.' She snapped.

'The Fete is 2 weeks away, it would do you well to make sure she doesn't embarrass herself' You let a subtle threat slip into your words but in reality, you couldn't touch Baghra, Aleksander forbade it himself.

'Or else what? You'll wrap my own shadows around my neck and wring me to death?'

'Perhaps.'

'Foolish girl. You have a pretty face but deep down you are uglier than the Black Heretic himself.' Baghra always seemed to have a paramount of new insult ready to throw your way.

'Well isn't it lucky that I share a bed with him'

'You are absurd'

'Only the best of us are.' With that, you left the blistering heat and made your way back into the palace, your mind drifting back to your first ever encounter with Baghra.

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'You'll train with Baghra' General Kirigan said as you awkwardly stood in your lavish suite, feeling the ill-fitting Tidemaker kefta weighing heavily on your shoulders.

'I can fight already there's no need' You didn't want to be here, you wanted to go back to your regiment in the First-Army and sleep on an uncomfortable cot surrounded by your friends. The Palace reminded you too much of your old family home to the point of it making you uneasy.

'Not that kind of training' As handsome as the General was, you didn't let yourself succumb to his looks or that faint smile, even if it did erupt small butterflies in your body. Don't trust him.

'Do I have to wear this coat?' It was the first time you'd put it on and although it was very well made, you didn't think it suited you.

'That's your uniform from now on I'm afraid.' He gestured to his own black kefta. It was magnificent.

At the time, you hadn't yet known you could possess more than one Grisha power, but that was about to change really soon as he led you down the narrow steps leading to a hut.

It was nestled deep in the Palace gardens, and you longed for the same privacy. It wasn't anything like the Little Palace with its dull exterior and homely interior. But the heat, oh the heat, it was scalding. You fiddled with the kefta belt and buttons, tugging the thick coat off of you as you looked around, awaiting the woman the General referred to as Baghra.

'Hello?' You folded the blue coat over the back of a chair, feeling too awkward to sit down.

'You must be the Elemental, child you stick out like a sore thumb' An old woman appeared in the doorway. Her hair was graying and her clothes looked worn.

'An- wha- elemental?' You tested the words on your tongue, were you not a Grisha?

'Sit.' You did as you were told as she sat opposite you, leaning forward and having a good look at you.

'I've only ever met one of you, you're very rare'

'What am I' The urgency in your voice was strong.

'You take powers from other Grisha. You don't have any of your own.'

'So I'm not a Grisha. Why am I here then?' You scoffed.

'Just because you can't conjure up on your own doesn't mean you are not Grisha'

'I don't want to be here.'

'You've made that quite obvious.'

The room stilled as you thought about which questions to ask next.

'Is it hereditary?'

'Most likely. One doesn't don't know they are an Elemental until they touch a Grisha who is conjuring, hence why you're so rare. There's no test for it.'

'I don't fit in'

'No. You don't.' At least the old woman agreed. 'But don't let that be the reason you flock to change. There are those out there that would kill to have you in their ranks.' She eyed you again, a hidden meaning in her words that you couldn't decipher.

'I can be more than just a Tidemaker?'

'You can be much more, but only if you know how to control it.' She gripped your wrist suddenly, and a weird feeling spread through you, much like the one when General Kirigan touched you. It was like a rush of calm and surety.

'You have potential, a lot of it.'

'How are you going to train me if you've only ever known one of me?' You didn't mean to sound as harsh as you did, but you were growing impatient.

'Grisha science is simple child, even for those who come from Merzost.'

'Merzost?'

'Maybe in due time, Y/N. Maybe then I'll explain.'

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She never explained it, never mentioned it to Aleksander, never taught you properly. She held you back constantly and consistently. It was only when you left and almost died did you learn the true reason behind your kind and it still made you apprehensive.

You had yet to dabble in Merzost yourself even though your whole being came from it. You had felt drawn to it sure, but you understood that there was always a price to pay. Like Aleksander with the Fold, or Ilya when he created the amplifiers. You weren't willing to satisfy that silent thirst just yet if it meant sacrificing something dear to you.

The Palace was swimming in life right now despite the brutally cold air. The children had just finished school for the day and were running around playing in the snow while the Summoners were practicing on their grounds. It was nice to hear their laughs and content conversations, a stark contrast to the life you led a mere month ago.

The Little Palace wasn't perfect, but it was the sanctuary Grisha needed and you took pride in the fact that you helped achieve that. Aleksander may have done the bulk of the work, but you put blood, sweat and tears into ensuring that all kinds of Grisha felt safe in Ravka.

You watched as the young Tidemakers used all their might to break through the thick layers of ice on the lake. They worked in unison and in silence as the water shot up and behaved as if it were their puppet and they controlled the strings.

'Reminiscing?' Aleksander appeared at your side in his dramatic black cape.

'When I first came to the Palace, I truly thought I would be stuck as a Tidemaker forever' You laughed at your childish insolence.

'What's so wrong with being a Tidemaker?'

'Hmmm, maybe the fact that East Ravka is land-locked?'

'We have a lake' He pointed out with an amused grin. 'How is Alina?' He changed the topic.

'Your mother is doubtful'

'Isn't she always' His eyebrow raised in a sign of annoyance.

'Claims Alina cannot do anything without an amplifier by her side.'

'She's holding back.'

'Alina or Baghra?'

'Both.' You turned away from him, returning your gaze to the Tidemakers.

'You think she's up to something?'

'When is she not up to something, I fear your return has made her antsy.' You couldn't help but let out a giggle.

'Baghra is unnerved by me, my life goal is complete.'

'She thinks you corrupt me.'

'Does she know it is the other way around?' You mused and took hold of his hand, the action hidden behind his cape.

'I'm offended Ms.Y/L/N. I was under the impression we are both as bad as the other.' He squeezed your hand back, the cool silver ring pressing against your skin. You shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a cape.

'I think I have to go back in' You said as you watched your breath leave in a cloud of fog.

'I think that's best.' He gave your hand one last tight squeeze and let go, leaving a brief kiss against your temple. You watched the elegant sway of the black material as he made his way to Baghra's hut.

You ran back to the warmth of the indoors and requested a food tray be brought back to your chambers while you dealt with stationing new Grisha around the camps. It was tedious and boring but once you got this done, the rest of the day was yours to do whatever you wished. The library was calling your name, but so was the banya. You had spent so much time in the Little Palace covered in mounds of work you completely forgot to enjoy yourself.

As you signed the last station order, you leaned back into your chair with a sigh and sipped the rest of the kvas in your glass. It wasn't even dinner time yet but you found yourself stifling a yawn. Your mind wandered to Aleksander for the umpteenth time that day. Why did he go to Baghra?

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His steps were loud as he descended the stairs into the main part of the hut. Baghra was still sitting in her chair from her previous talk with Y/N when she heard the door squeal open.

'Mother.' His voice echoed throughout the small building alongside the crackling of the fire.

'Have you come to ask about your Sun-Summoner? if so then the Witch has already beat you to it'

'Don't call her that, she's your Deputy now'

'I will call that brat whatever I please.'

'Baghra, I am warning you.' He didn't care for her petty games.

'Do you not see her for what she is Aleksander? She hasn't changed. You cannot go back from the atrocities she has committed.'

'Have you forgotten who I am, who we are?' He spat through his teeth.

'But you have a cause Aleksander, she craves power for the simple reason of it being addictive.'

Baghra had tried to reason with her son countless times about the girl. She pleaded with him when he'd first given himself to her, she's a monster, she will ruin you.

'I have shown you so much mercy Mother, am I not kind enough to you? Must you curse the woman I love?'

'Love is foolish my son and it never got you anywhere. She is trouble, let her go.'

'You would be an amazing court jester' He laughed and sat down beside her leaning in closer 'I am an arm's length away from finding the stag and when I do, the sun-summoner will be at our disposal and Ravka will be ours.'

'The stag is fictional. A myth. You are wasting your time.'

'If a Sun-Summoner walks amongst us, a magical stag isn't in the least a doubtful tale.'

'I'll believe it when I see it. Besides, your biggest worry right now is getting rid of the plague that haunts this Palace.'

'And what would that be, do enlighten me, mother.'

'The woman who came in here earlier bragging about sharing your bed.' Aleksander's heart leaped in his chest. She wasn't ashamed to admit it.

He leaned in closer to his mother, taking her worn hand into his.

'I suggest you find a way to get over your hatred for Y/N before it's too late. Nobody disrespects the Queen and gets away with it'

He got up and made his way to the door, ignoring the look of fury on his mother's face. He was too far away to hear her whisper;

'My boy, you will never get either of those things as long as I live.'

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Winter In The Shade IV

Part IV

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2504

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter's. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None

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As the days grew colder and a thin layer of snow covered the entirety of Hogwarts, the enthuthiasm was more than present over the students, after all, it wasn’t every year that the school hosted a small party for the students that decided to stay at Hogwart for the holidays. The cold halls were softly illuminated with the small flames from candles, the elves worked hard on the kitchens, the smell from their meals nothing but mouthwatering to anyone that walked past the great hall; stepping outside from the castle into the courtyard and the hills that rolled down to the black lake, you were met with nothing but never ending whites from the soft snow that fell from the sky at all hours. It was truly magical.

“Don’t you love it?” you said, extending your hand in the air as little snowflakes settled on your palm, the tingles rushing up your arm from the coldness making you erupt in giggles as you shook your hand. You rose your gaze to see Regulus sitting on the edge of the fountain, the water that usually flowed now frozen in eccentric shapes that you could easily think was the picture of an explosion that froze before it scattered all over the floor. And of course, Regulus was breaking the tiny pieces of the tips for his own amusement “Stop that!” you laughed, coming to sit with him as you took his hand away “You’re destroying mother nature's art.”

He chuckled lowly, taking his hand away from yours “That’s hardly art.” he argued “Besides, I can always re-shape it so it would actually be some kind of sculpture.”

“Right.” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him “What would make a good sculpture, Michelangelo?” you asked.

He playfully glared at you but then took a moment to think, both of you sitting on the edge of the fountain while facing the frozen water. People walked past the two of you, no one taking a moment to stop and wonder what Y/N and Regulus were up too, they all had stopped asking questions about what you two did with your time.

It was late during the day, one evening when the sun was setting and the stars started to appear in the sky, Professors and students alike started to follow the trail of water left in the stone floors of the castle, the worry rising as they all wondered what had gotten inside the halls of Hogwarts that left such a trail as if someone carried buckets of water only to pour them all over the floor. In the end they found you and Regulus, sitting in one of the balconies of the second floor. You were both dead silent, sitting close to each other as if you were glued; your hair was flat and sticking to your face while Regulus’ lips turned a deep shade of purple and his skin became more lighter than anyone thought possible. Both of your teeth chattered as a puddle of water formed at your feet, but you refused to move. A crowd formed before you but neither one of you said a word, eyes narrowed and empty of any emotion as you stared into the void. It wasn’t until the shock had left the Professor's bodies that they jumped into action and made you both go get changed, breaking the crowd with the help of the prefects until there was no one left but you two and the professors. You never said a word about what happened, no one ever knew what had you both in such a state; and even after the month's worth of detention you said nothing, not to a Professor or to other students.

People stopped wondering about you two after that.

“It could be a monster.” he said, pointing his finger at the tallest part of the fountain “See, that’s the head of the monster,” his finger lowered, making shapes in the air as he narrated the image in his head “This part here is the splashing water from the sea and all the thicker parts of ice are the tentacles.”

You tilted your head, side glancing between him and the frozen water. He turned his eyes to you, watching as you tried to follow his description. Your eyes widened and you sat straight, turning to him with a smile “Merlin.” you breathed out “You’ve finally lost your mind!”

He glared at you, a smirk forming quickly on his face. You were laughing loudly, holding onto your stomach as you threw your head back, when immediately you rolled back with the force of something hitting you right across the face. You fell with a squeal, the last image that Regulus saw of you being your eyes wide as you flew your arms up in the air trying to hold onto something.

“Regulus. Black.” you muttered, your head barely peeking from behind the mountain of snow you fell over “I’m going to kill you!” you yelled, sitting in the cold snow as you threw a snowball at him, one he easily dodged.

“Try actually hitting me first.” he mocked, the glint in his eyes daring as you jumped to your feet. He had run over the opposite side of the fountain, the both of you mirroring the others movements like a hunter and a prey. Which one were you? That was to be seen.

“Oh, don’t try me.” you said, trying to put on your meanest face which only made Regulus smile widen. In his eyes you were anything but menacing.

But he was too occupied watching you try to be intimidating and you knew that, he never registered the fact that your hands were moving where he could not see them, a snowball on each hand ready to attack. You threw the first one, missing him on purpose to watch him peak his head to mock you, and then, you took your chance.

“Ha!” you yelled in triumph, throwing your hands in the air as the snow stuck to his face and rolled down to his scarf. “Take that, you...NO!” you laughed, starting to run as you saw his face morph into one that let you know he was the hunter.

You ran as fast as you could, not once looking back as you knew it would only slow you down but he was faster, the feeling of his arms coming around your waist and lifting you up the ground only making you scream in delight as he spun you around. Your arms and legs fought in the air to get him to let you go but he had a strong grip on you, so you did the only thing that could save you now, become dead weight.

“What are you doing?” he asked, once you stopped fighting him “Y/N…” But he reacted too late, letting all your weight go onto him, he stumbled back, falling on his back with a thud that only worsened with your weight falling on top of him. “Merlin.” he whispered, his voice out of breath.

You quickly rolled to his side, both of you staring at the sky as you laid on the ground not once minding the snow soaking the back of your clothes, soft smiles on both of your faces as you lived inside the bubble you created. No one could bother you there.

“Want to go to the library?” you asked, turning your face to him. He turned his face to you in thought and you rolled your eyes. As if it was even a question “C’mon.” you said, getting to your feet and helping him as well.

He took hold of your hand and linked your arm with his, starting your walk to the library “Y/N.” he called.

“Yes?” you asked him, not turning to look at him but listening carefully.

“Do you want to go to the Christmas party with me?” he asked.

You turned to look at him, the smile that formed in your face reaching your eyes as you nodded “I would be delighted.” you said “Although, you know it will only fuel the rumor that we are dating, right?” you informed him, raising an eyebrow at him.

He thought about it, his lips in a line as he looked down at you “I’m fine with it if you are.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

You both nodded in confirmation, continuing your path to the library like it was any other day.

*******

Friday morning came around faster than you ever thought possible, the last day of classes you had to endure and then you were free for weeks. But it also saddened you to leave Regulus behind, even if it was for a couple of weeks, you were sure you would miss him, going from spending time with him everyday to not seeing or hearing anything from him was going to be hard. You could only hope that one day you could celebrate the holidays together.

You had asked your mother if he could visit and she gladly agreed, even your father was eager to know the only friend you cared to mention in your letters. You had jumped and danced when she said Regulus could go home with you, running the halls to find him and tell him the good news. Sadly, he couldn’t go back to your home with you. Walburga Black was very strict with her sons being out of home for the holidays, a celebration for the family and family alone. Regulus color drained from his face at the mere thought of not being home for Christmas, so you didn’t insist. You told your family you would be staying at Hogwarts with Regulus, even if it was a lie, you prefered to be at Hogwarts than spend the entire winter break bored inside the walls of your home.

Officially, the classes ended that day. However, the students who wished to assist to the party were allowed to stay three more days at Hogwarts, until the day the party was being celebrated.

You still had until the party to be with him before you had to go your separate ways.

“Good morning.” you greeted Regulus, going to sit across from him at the end of the Ravenclaw table “You’re up early.” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“More like you’re late.” he said, looking up at you with a knowing look “Let me guess. Five more minutes turned into half an hour?” he asked.

You groaned loudly, rolling your head “Maybe…” you mumbled, glancing between the table and his knowing look. You dropped the fork in your hand with a huff “How do you know?” you asked with a groan.

He shrugged his shoulders “Maybe we’ve developed a mental connection and I can read your mind.” he said, giving you a funny look.

You dropped everything you had in your hands and leaned down on the table, staring into his eyes as he mirrors your movements “Tell me what I’m thinking about. Go.” you said.

Regulus stared deep into your eyes, and as you tried to focus on his gaze your attention drifted, the sound of laughter and the voice that hadn’t left your mind for days making it the more difficult to stay focused. Looking over his shoulder you saw him, standing next to Peter as he wrapped his arm over his shoulder, muttering something in his direction that made all four boys erupted in laughter.

Sirius most have felt your gaze on him, looking over Peter’s shoulder he met your eyes. You felt the air get stuck in your lungs, as natural as the act of breathing, he winked in your way and directed his attention back to his friends like nothing ever happened.

Regulus' voice broke you out of your haze, taking in a deep breath that caught his attention. He stared at you and then turned to where your eyes were glued, the now empty space where not a second ago his brother and his friends stood.

“Are you in shock because I did guess what you were thinking and we did develop a mental connection or you just had a revelation?” he asked “Y/N?” he called for you again.

Wide eyed you stared at him, opening your mouth with no words coming out from it. What had just happened?

Luckily for you, the owls saved you. The sound of wings filling the Great Hall as packages and letters started to drop in front of students. You and Regulus always watched from afar as everyone got their mail, the both of you knowing it was only on Mondays when you got letters. So it came as a surprise when an owl flew over you, dropping a small package in front of you.

As you stared with confusion at the small box, Regulus followed the owl with his eyes “I know that owl.” he muttered before he turned to you once more “What is it?” he asked.

You took the box, turning it in your hands before you shook your head “No.” you said, throwing it to Regulus “You open it.”

“Why me?” he asked, sliding the package back to your side of the table “It has your name in it.” he stated.

You argued back and forth for a couple of minutes before you finally ran out of patience “Fine, I’ll open it.” you grunted, taking the box from him and slamming it on the table.

With quick movements you untied the golden bow that kept it closed, the lid loosening enough so you could take it off. Softly you took it away, staring at the inside for a second too long. A blue rose.

“I think someone is asking you to the party.” Regulus said, his eyes fixed on the Rose.

You moved to look up at him and then back at the small rose. It was beautiful and ...normal. Muggle. A smile was drawn on your face as you picked it up, being a witch you would have expected a show from a gift like that one, to find a charmed rose that flourished right before your eyes but this one was a single normal rose, the more you thought was done to it being the color. Your house color.

You let out a nervous laugh, hiding the Rose before anyone could see it. “Well, that’s too bad for them.” you said, shoving the box inside your bag “Because I already have a date.” you said, smiling tightly at him “And I wouldn’t change it for anything. We will have the best night of our lives so far, we’ll have fun and possibly embarrass ourselves.”

Regulus nodded, but gave no answer to what you had said.

“You know who this is from?” he asked you.

Your eyes snapped up at him and you shook your head “No idea.” you mumbled.

But deep down you knew, looking past Regulus and to the Gryffindor table, grey eyes already staring at you.

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thestraggletag · 2 years

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Wishing You, Chapter 2

Summary: A wish can be a power capable of creating worlds and transcending realms. And, perhaps, granting second chances.

Rating: M

A/N: Chapter 2 out of 5

His little tantrum had not endeared him to the royals at all, nor had his rather accurate summation of their daughter’s rather fickle emotions. They seemed to be content in the knowledge that he now had no choice but to help them and they no longer needed to seek to pacify him or treat him humanely. They clearly did not want to deal with him, at least not more than was necessary. They would bring him books and anything else he needed, within reason, to get the job done and find a solution to their problem. There were no promises of letting him out, or talk about what would happen to him after he had served his purpose but he did not care about that at the moment. His priority was to stabilise the town, to protect his family. Everything else could be dealt with later.

They did not bring him meals, or a place to sleep, but he did not care. As the Dark One sleeping and eating were optional, recreational activities he did more out of a misplaced sense of humanity. An instinct too ingrained to shake. But he did not need to eat or sleep in order to live, so he forwent both easily. The cuff, however, inhibited his power, which affected his stamina and concentration. Only the queen had suggested his cuff be removed, but she had been vastly outvoted. He taught himself to ignore it then, to tune off the discomfort and shake off the increasing sense of exhaustion. There would be plenty of time to rest when Belle and their son were safe.

He soon lost himself in the research, the drive that he had become so used to when he had first started researching the curse that would take him back to Baelfire all those centuries ago. The greed that was part of his curse, the avarice that drove it, could be channelled. His curse was about want. Want for power and what power could give him, what desired it could fulfil. He just had to want something enough to consume him, to set aside everything else in his mind’s eye.

He did not know how long he spent like that. Hours bled one into the other. The light changed in the room, but he paid little attention to it. Sometimes one of the heroes would appear and he would make a request, though sometimes that led to little more than frustration. They had little in the way of books or magical resources they would entrust him with, which meant he was expected to achieve a lot with very little.

He was in the middle of testing some of the dirt that came from where the town line currently rested when he heard a commotion outside the door to his cosy little cell. He recognised nothing at first except the distant cacophony of raised voices, which got louder and less nebulous after a couple of minutes, till his keen senses, even blunted by the cuff, detected the unmistakable sweet drawl of the Marchlands, and the crisp, confrontational tones of the royals.

“I am done being kept in the dark, not being consulted. You’ve made it clear my opinion and my feelings mean little to you. But I won’t stand by while the town shrinks to nothing.”

Belle’s voice had a steel-edge he remembered quite clearly from their first meeting in her father’s castle. The type of tone that allowed for no discussion. He heard Snow White make some sort of reply, but her voice, pitched low and sugary-sweet to be placating, was not distinguishable.

“You will not use my feelings against me! My hurt, my anger, both which I’m entitled to! Now step aside or I will have Regina drag you out. I know she thinks like I do.”

A few scuffle noises followed, and soon the door was opening, allowing him a glimpse of a distraught Snow being placated by Charming before it closed, with Belle leaning against it, eyes closed, her expression oscillating between anger and a kind of melancholy exhaustion. He did not approach her, not wishing to scare her away. He took the opportunity to study her instead, noticing how her hair was a bit straighter, and her figure a bit thinner than what he remembered. She looked fetching in the outlandish fashion characteristic of this realm, the mustard-yellow pleated skirt made modest by what looked like opaque black stockings and a black blouse. He tried valiantly not to stare at her legs, not wishing for her to catch him in the act when he wanted to build trust between them.

She opened her eyes, fixing them on him and he was struck by how different she was from moments ago. Though she had looked like a warrior queen when she had entered the room, in defiance of the royals and any who would bar her way, she now looked tired and scared. As if… he scared her.

Her eyes took him in, wary and skittish, but soon compassion bled into them.

“Oh, Rumple.”

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name uttered in such a loving way. It was then that he realised how he might look to her. Dishevelled, for one, having worn the same clothing for days now, having dirtied it with what little experiments he could do and ink from the notes he was taking. And exhausted. He could feel it now that he was suddenly idle, could picture his haggard appearance and sunken eyes. The cuff and the feverish obsession to work that had gripped him had left him drained.

“I’ve come to take you out.”

She approached him slowly, cautiously, side-stepping the mess of books, potion ingredients and notes with the practised precision of someone who had done that before, done it often, even. Then, without any sort of hesitation, she grasped the cuff and removed it. Relief washed over him immediately, magic strengthening his tired muscles and clearing his muddled mind.

“I have a library in town. There’s a flat above it that you can use. It’s modest but you’ll be comfortable there. It has a bedroom and a proper bathroom. I can give you some clothes to change into if you don’t wish to magic yourself some new ones. And I can get you something to eat. You’ll work better if you’re properly fed and rested, no matter what everyone else says. They don’t know you like I do.”

The surety with which she said it thrilled him. Her acceptance of the fact that she knew him, that she was in many ways intimately familiar with him, was irresistible. He might not be her Rumple, but she nevertheless understood him. They were not strangers, they were rather tied together.

“Can you take us there?”

She extended a hand to him, clearly intending for him to grasp it and teleport them away, and he marvelled at the ease with which she accepted magic. That was something new. His Belle had been curious about his powers, true, and sometimes amazed, but she had never quite grown familiar with them, with the exception of a few simple spells he used in the running of the castle. It was thrilling to have her now so nonchalantly command his magic, be so comfortable with it. He took her hand, trying not to show how disarming it felt to feel her skin, Belle’s skin, beneath his fingers once more, and conjured up a cloud of magic to transport them to where she was thinking of.

The moment they set foot inside the library he could detect his magic. It called out to him, wrapping itself around him, glad the master was back home. She told him that the building was enchanted. She could expel anyone she wished, and bar the entrance of anyone she liked. She didn’t need to tell her who had given her such power. He could tell, could feel traces of the spell he had devised for his own castle long ago. The former Rumplestiltskin had cared to see Belle protected and he could not fault him for it.

But beyond his magic all he could detect in the building was her. Her scent, her presence in some way or the other. The entire space felt like her, which made him feel at ease perhaps for the first time since he had set foot in this new realm. Nowhere else felt familiar or safe, but this place did.

“Come on, I’ll show you the apartment and tell you how the bathroom works. I assume, from your attire, that you don’t come from a realm where you experienced this world before?”

He shook his head.

“The Dark Curse… it didn’t work, in my realm. I never left the Enchanted Forest.”

He could tell immediately that she wanted to ask more, perhaps curious, as was natural, about the other version of herself and what had happened to her. He was glad she did not ask. He wasn’t ready to talk about it. He didn’t know if he ever would, to be honest. She seemed to sense the morose turn of his thoughts, turning softer as she gave him a brief tour of the apartment- small but serviceable, specially because it smelled like her- and taught him how to use the bathtub and shower in the bathroom.

“You know, I could just magic myself clean.”

“You could, but you don’t like to use magic frivolously. Besides, my Rumple was always fond of a long soak in the tub.”

The sudden blush that stole over her features gave away more than anything else the implications of her statement. The jealousy that had been simmering away undetected flared to life, scalding him. He could picture it vividly, crudely, his other self and her lounging inside an ample bathtub, intimate in ways that he hadn’t even dared contemplate with his own true love. Vicious hate tore at him, hate at another version of himself that had apparently had it all, once upon a time: Baelfire, Belle, and a new son. And he had gone and died like an idiot.

The shower took a bit of trial and error, but soon he had it working, allowing him to shed the filth and sweat of days- or perhaps weeks- at long last. Afterwards he put on the garments she had provided for him, changing them with a wee bit of magic to resemble some of his more comfortable loungewear. He was reluctant to adopt this new world’s fashions, but he also did not care to look unapproachable or untouchable. Not when the only person who would see him was her. And, perhaps, if he was lucky… her son. Their son.

She made no mention of the clothes, offering him food. A stew he recognised as a favourite recipe of his Belle too, something hearty, filling and homey. Food he tended to prefer when he was knee-deep in research and he did not have time for elaborate meals.

“I’ll come back with more food, but I know you can fend for yourself if you want something. I’m only asking that you refrain from antagonising anyone. People are on edge already about the townline situation, and many do not approve of what the royals did, bringing you here. The library is not your prison and I will not be your jailor, but I ask that you don’t make matters unnecessarily difficult.”

She didn’t have to spell it out, how it was all on her now. She had set the Dark One free, now anything he did would reflect on her, and be counted as her responsibility.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

The smile she gave him was hesitant but genuine, but it starkly exposed the pain still lingering around her eyes. How cruel it had been, to summon another version of her true love without even warning her, to have her be confronted with a mirage of what she lost. He had sought her out, her second chance, but she hadn’t. She hadn’t consented to any of it. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to promise to leave her be. She was Belle, and she was alive, and she had a son, their son. It was too perfect not to want it all for himself, to snatch up what another version of himself had been foolish enough to let go.

“Well, I better let you rest. And I mean that. No research until tomorrow, at least. I’ll help you.”

It was a clear dismissal, and it sent him into an unexpected wave of panic. There was so much he wanted to ask, so much he felt he needed to know then and there , as if it was imperative. But he had already pushed his luck far enough, had already imposed too much on her kindness. Still, there was one question that could not be contained, something he had to confirm, even though he already knew it to be true.

“He’s my son, isn’t he?”

She paused, halfway to the exit, and turned to look at him, considering what to say.

“If by that you mean my Rumple’s son… yes.”

His elation at having his most fervent desire confirmed warred with the irritation at her differentiation. As if suddenly her Rumple was a completely different person and not simply another version of himself.

“What’s his name?”

“Gideon.”

He smiled.

“Like the hero in your book.”

That startled her. He could tell she had not counted on him knowing that little detail, that it had not occurred to her that her knowing him so much, so naturally, meant he knew her as well, knew her in ways only one other person had before. A person who had left her. She opened her mouth, only to think better of it and close it, turning around and leaving him alone in the library.

...

She was back the next morning, with breakfast and lists. Magical books that she had in her own collection- his former collection, by the look of the titles, books the fairies had, which she had somehow convinced them to lend to her so that she could in turn give to him. Lists of ingredients as well, everything that could even remotely be used in the practice of magic, from the more mundane to the rare and even impossible.

“Anything you need, you have but to ask. If I can give it to you I will.”

Her vehemence reassured him and touched him. It seemed to be a trademark of Belles everywhere, the innate desire to help others, to save people.

“I hope everyone’s being appreciative of your selfless efforts, dearie. After all, what’s it to you if the town goes belly up? And yet you’re so determined to stop it, to save those who will not survive it. I’ve known few people who deserve that kind of devotion.” He paused, snorting. “The fairies don’t.”

“They certainly don’t.”

Her vehemence caught him unaware, and the moue of distaste on her face at the mention of the fairies sent an unexpected but not unwelcome little thrill of delight down his spine. Something had happened, it seemed, between this Belle and the fairies. Something that had exposed them for the lying hypocrites that they were. Good.

“You give me too much credit, though. I’m not selfless, at all. Quite the opposite.” She paused, looking suddenly very tired, and weary. “The thing is… Gideon has magic. A lot of it.” She let the words linger between them, giving him a moment to absorb them. “When the town started shrinking we thought about all possible solutions, from saving the town to somehow relocating everyone in it to a safer place. But before you… were summoned, Snow and Charming had begun to specifically look into the possibility of reversing the Dark Curse, which would send everyone back to the Enchanted Forest. The fairies have deemed it the most workable solution. But Gideon cannot go back to a place where he’s never been before. He was born here. The spell would not work on him, I’m sure of it.”

He stifled a worried little whimper when he saw her eyes water. He was helpless at the sight of Belle’s tears, had always been. He clenched his fists, knowing that comforting her was not possible. Not yet, not when they were both so new at this. At each other.

“I know I can trust you to find a solution that works for Gideon.”

As he nodded his head vehemently and a relieved smile broke across her face he understood. She had been so alone with her worry. With all her worries. So alone with the responsibilities that came from raising a son, especially one heavily gifted in magic. So even though she had not sought him out, and even though she might have been opposed to the heroes summoning him if they had told her beforehand… She was glad to have him now.

“I will not let him come to harm. You have nothing to worry about, I will find a solution. A solution that includes Gideon.”

He meant it, fervently. Though he had seen the lad but once, and at a distance, he was surprised by how fiercely paternal he felt towards him. But it made sense to him, in a way. That was why he was here, he was sure of it now. To protect his child, to ensure that he was safe and happy. However this realm’s Rumplestiltskin differed from him he was sure he would have wanted this, would have wanted another him to take up the mantle and do what he couldn’t.

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idjitlili · 3 years

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The Goblin king...the one without warts.

Thorin x reader.

(Not my image.)

Summary:Imagine being apart of the company, of course Gandalf shoves you in with no choice. Growing close to Thorin eventually, after stopping at an inn.

A/n:Anon request includes ,but I won't spoil it. I do not own any characters.

Word count:4682

Characters:Y/n, the company, humans, elves, and David Bowie as Jareth.

Songs:ziggy stardust, as the world falls down.

Warnings: Alcohol, just ale. Uh mentions of jareths pants , and reference to a jareths 'magic'

It's only forever, it's not long at all. Only if we have forever, but we all die. We are not elves, we are not Morgan Freeman. Unless, you aren't telling me something?

Thus, you must take risks; to live the life you want to. The reason that you finally agreed to go an adventure, via Gandalf's request. Not that the leader of the group, that you'd be joining on this adventure, did not like the fact that a hobbit was joining , let alone alone you, a human, female. Not impressed to say the least.

You had just ignored the tree trunks insults, and seeking the company of the small hobbit. Both of you were in the same position, except you could maybe launch Thorin over a cliff.

Unknowingly Thorin had created a friendships, well between you, Bilbo, Fili and Kili. After you and Bilbo had decided to mock Thorin in secret.

"Wait, wait, I've got one." Standing up placing one leg on the log, hands on hips, head up , shaking you head slowly as if the wind was blowing it. "How's my hair?" Mocking Thorins low voice, looking at Bilbo who had stopped giggling, moving his eyes crazily to gesture behind you.

Turning your head slightly, to see Thorin staring at you. " Can I help you?" Unmistakable using a lower voice than normal, Thorin scrunched his brows together slightly. "What are you up to?" His eyes glazing over your stature, and posture.

"Oh, If you must know, Bilbo has been making sure that my family jewels have not dropped off due to my massive ego, last time he had to stitch them up because I am such a prick. Not that I could produce because I'm like 160." Maintaining eye contact with Thorin, chest fully pressed into the air, basically superhero pose, now off the log.

Thorin did not understand what you were talking about. "Get your things , we are moving on." Bilbo had just covered his mouth facing down, his eyes looking up.

“Do not test me , Y/n, I will throw you off a cliff, as if you was an end of bread. You are not worthy of this journey," Kili and Fili had been sat by, watching the scene unfold, as Thorin just stared at you. Kili walking over to you.

"Uncle!"

"My sisters son," Pulling Kili into a bear hug, him being the little bear, before pushing him off of you. "Get of me, people will think I'm soft, I am pure steel." You had not even noticed Thorin leaving.

"That was horrible," It really was, could you be anymore cringy? "You annoyed Uncle though, I am surprised he didn't put you into line." Fili didnt speak much, but when he did, it wasn't useless trivia.

"My arms may have no muscle, but does not mean I couldn't carry both Bilbo and Kili to their horses." Okay, maybe you would be able to actually, but it gained the trios attention. "I highly doubt that, y/n"

Bending your knees so that your back was in front of Kili, hands ready to grab his calves. "Y/n, are you sure? I don't want you t-"" we don't have all day, Kili."

" okay, Thorin." You had scoffed, as Kili had managed to get on your back, arms around your neck, legs around your front. "No, no,no not me." Bilbo shook his head furiously, in disagreement , as you gestures for him to get up. "Bilbo , please." Bilbo had sighed , as Fili watched you then pick up Bilbo, holding him Bridal style.

It was like carrying nothing, it was definitely a lot of weight, yet you still put in a face and walked through camp with them. Even if you couldn't fight, you weren't completely weak.

You had gained the attention of the dwarves, who Kili waved by in excitement , Bilbo just pretend to be dead in embarrassment. Thorin had caught your eye for a second as you walked by him, lift Bilbo onto his pony, Thorin told you pack, you were packing...Kili had then gotten off your back when you had kneeled down.

But what you didn't know, was that Thorin eyes were on you most of everyday during the the journey, you just happened to be oblivious to the gazes on you.

If you did catch Thorins gaze, you just thought that he was judging your actions,others picked up on their kings behaviour. Though they did not tell you, they did tease Thorin. Well only Dwalin , Kili and Fili dared to. Actually it was Bilbo who noticed first.

It was probably a few days after almost being eaten by trolls, that Thorin had began to develop feelings. At first he had just thought that you were mildly annoying like his nephews, that impression, was terrible. But once you were all captured by trolls...

You had pretended to be dead, the trolls had tossed you aside, and every time they were not looking you would crawl slightly. Tossing you aside for dessert. Thorin had caught this. Pulling faces as at him, as you slowly got closer, Thorin watching for the trolls.

When you had gotten next to Thorin, you had pulled a knife from you pocket , cutting the sack he was in. You had cut through quite a bit of the sack; when Thorin had pulled his hands out lifting you , shoving you into the sack with him, just as Berts eyes had glided over the dwarves.

That was when the trolls had noticed you had disappeared, but you were stuffed into the bottom of Thorins sack. You were too tall for the sack, your legs curled up, back inbetween Thorins legs. "Where is the human?!" The trolls had began to looking around finding no sign of you ,the moved on soon enough.

"Uh...the-the secret to cooking dwarf, is um..." Bilbo had tried to distract the trolls , after seeing Gandalf of course you couldn't see , you could only smell Thorin.

"Uh...not...not that one, he...he's infected!"

"You what?"

"Yeah he's got worms in his...tubes."

"Ooh!"

"In-in fact, they all have. They're infested with parasites, it's a terrible business, I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't."

"Parasites? Did he say parasites?" The dwarves were not the smartest bunch to say the least.

"Yeah, we don't have parasites! You have parasites!"

Thorin had realised that Bilbo is trying to buy them time and kicks Kili, but ends up smacking you with his calf, making you groan , only for Thorin to gently squeeze your shoulder, the trolls had been too busy listening to dwarves , that they never heard your quiet groan.

Gandalf soon had arrived, saving you all as always, the trolls turned to stone. It didn't take long for Bilbo to realise you were missing still. "Where's y/n?"

"I'm over here, Bilbo." You could not get out of the sack neither could Thorin, without someone helping you out. Kili being next to Thorin, had heard your voice, turning to see his uncles, feet looking a bit too pointy. "Where?"

Bilbo had turned in circles in search, Thorin just later there with the most unimpressed face.

"Bilbo, she's over here." Bilbo had hoped over , out of the sack, before opening the sack at the top to allow Thorin could shuffle out. Standing up, Thorin had pulled you up and out by your hand.

"T-thanks, um, your thighs are very comfortable, if I was murderer , I would make them into pillows. Oh, um, thanks , uh," your face flushed pink, noticing how you sounded and that both Bilbo and Kili was right next to you. Sometimes you are ought to think before you speak, a common term taught to children, yet you do not. You had rushed off back to camp, after that.

Tis was a compliment to dwarves for a woman to comment on their thighs or stature.

That was it, Thorin began to notice things about you, you helping Bilbo onto his pony when he needed help, even if he didn't directly ask. The way you'd slip on mud , even if it was dry, save yourself and look around wide eye if anyone had seen. How your arms got tired as you'd try to plait your hair. Slapping Kili gently on the back of the head if he said something mean about one of the others. Normally Kili picked on Ori's knitting .

Of course, Thorin thought his affections only went one way. You could not deny, the dwarven king was intoxicating, you were highly attracted to him. He was a mean guy, no he was not , he didn't want Bilbo to get killed going in this journey to help him.

You hadn't spoken to Thorin directly really, well until he allowed the company to stop at an

inn for the night, which everyone was happy about. The Dwarves were mostly excited for ale. You just hoped they had a deep clean...

Luckily they did , and soon everyone was a sat tables in the pub, 3 separate ones, you being stuck next to Thorin ,Bilbo next to you, Bofur next to him,Kili and Fili so on. Next came the ale, being pushed in front of you all.

Bilbo asked for a tea, but Bofur wouldn't have it, so there sat Dildo sipping at the pint of ale. Whilst everyone drank down theres soon enough, you just drinking it , because you was shoved against Thorin. After your fourth ale that's when you heard it.

A noise like a hurricane , the soaring winds of the mans pipes opened.

"Oh

Oh, yeah

Ziggy played guitar

Jamming good with Weird and Gilly

And the Spiders from Mirkwood

He played it left hand

But made it too far

Became the special man" Looking over to the small stage, a skinny man, with a huge blond Mohawk stood, his bare chest exposed showing a large pendant on his lower chest.

"Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang

Screwed-up eyes and screwed-down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan

He could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'em to hang" Your breath hitched, as your eyes travelled down to his pants, he wore a legging type pants, showing off everything

"They came on so loaded, man

Well-hung and snow-white tan

So where were the spiders

While the fly tried to break our bones?

With just the beer light to guide us

So we bitched about his fans

And should we crush his sweet hands?" The dwarves and hobbit noticed your change, following your eyes to the man on stage.

"Do you know him?" Fili had snapped you out of your trance quickly, "o-oh, um, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Who is he, lass?" Thorin said nothing just stared back between you and the man, as you kept glancing at him. Bofur had waited for your reply, calling over more ales. "my best friend ." That was the truth, not that anyone knew but you had wished yourself away to the goblins, thus a friendship bloomed.

Growing up you didn't have many friends, you still don't , Jareth was always there for you, you didn't want to out him being a fae.

"He was the nazz

With God-given ass

He took it all too far."

That's when he caught your eye, sending you a wink before continuing to sing with ease.

Half an hour later, you were starting to feel a little more free, after more ale, leaning onto Thorin for support.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed." Jareth had started his 15 song of the evening, you had jumped up, well start up. "Thorin! Come on, let's dance." You had pushed him slightly. "Why?"

"Just come on, 'deep in your eyes a kind a pale eye,' that's you so you must dance with me, please." Thorin had finally had budged , standing up, his eyes were gems indeed. You had grabbed onto Thorins hand pulling him onto the cleared floor. You didn't know how to dance not really, but it was the heat of the moment. Well actually you had danced with Jareth during his masquerade.

"Within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast." Placing one hand onto Thorins shoulder, the other into his hand, you could only hope you weren't making a fool of yourself. Jareth did like to be generous.

"In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon."

Looking into Thorins , bright eyes, which stared back into yours, you followed suit with steps , you hadn't realised that Jareth had changed your clothes into a white gown and sorted your hair, but the others and Thorin noticed. Following Thorins eyes down to your clothing you had get let out a snort.

"Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone" The dwarves hadn't seen Thorin dance since he was a prince, yet there he was with you dancing. Your eyes never leaving Thorins, as you danced in sync, turning together in a circular motion.

"I cannot wait for you to see Erebor." Thorin voice was quiet not to interrupt the music. You had grinned in confusion. "I thought you didn't want me on this quest? Why would you want me to see Erebor?"

"Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou."

"So that you can attend a proper ball." You had smirked at the King, who just smiled at you.

"Well, you have got plenty of time to tell me all about Erebor, on this journey, that is if you speak to me after this."

"As the world falls down

Falling."

"As you wish." Thus you both just went back to just dancing smiling a little more now.

"As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love." Though there was a room full of people surrounding you, it felt as if you were in your own world. Your own crystal...

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars." You could only hope that everyone would make it to Erebor...

"I'll leave my love

Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down" As the song finished, you had pressed a kiss to Thorins cheek, Jareth was having a break, you had let go of Thorin, telling him you'd be right back.

Still in your puffy gown, you had made your way over to Jareth standing at the bar with a glass of what could only be described as some sort of rose fancy drink, fit for a fae king. Jareth had placed the glass onto the side, holding his arms out for you.

Jumping into his arms, spinning you around, legs up , before placing you back onto the floor. "Jareth, I missed you." Jareth grinned back you showing his teeth , "as have I missed you, so you and the dwarven king?" Jareth had looked passed to you to Thorin, you looking back too to see Thorin glaring.

"Uh, I dont know, did you know we was going to be here?" Jareth had grinned larger, confirming his answer. "Come meet my friends quickly." You had grabbed Jareth by his hand leading him to your table.

The dwarves and the hobbit had looked up from their conversations, mostly with smiles. "Uh, guys , this is my best friend , Jareth, Jareth this is Bofur, Fili,Kili,Thorin and Bilbo." You had gave Jareth a side hug, he had clicked his fingers and you were in your regular clothes. " 'ello," Thorin had looked Jareth over as you squashed next to Thorin ,with Jareth next to you.

"So, what are you?" Kili bluntly asked,staring at Jareth in interest. "He's the g-ubli- king." Jareth had silenced you for a second blurring the word Goblin. "I'm sorry , what?" Bilbo Baggins was always intrigued by others, especially if you looked like Jareth. "He is a king."

"Of what."

"Now that , Bofur, is for you to figure out." Jareth was indeed a confusing, mysterious man, he seemed to have sobered the dwarves up.

"How did you do that with the dress?"

"You are a very curious lot , aren't you? - "

Jareth could be nasty, you were surprised with his behaviour.

"Well, then how did you meet him , y/n/n?"

" she wished to be taken."

"...Y-you are th-" Bilbo knew he had heard of the man he had heard sing, his books had had came in use. But again Jareth had cut Bilbo off, he knew what Dwarves were like.

"Clever hobbit."

Now, my love, if you need me you know what to do." Jareth had turned to you , pulling you into a hug, looking at Thorin, with a devilish grin. Only if you had know what he had put into Thorins head.

Really he just said, "I will turn you into pie for my Goblins, if you hurt my y/n." That was it, he was gone, you had been hugging air for a good second, before turning back to the group of men , who just stared at you.

"Uh? What?" Bofur, Kili and Fili exchanged looks of agreement.

"You and that strange man, yep, that definitely happened." The smirk inlaced into Kili's voice, as he stared at ,waiting for a response. You had only scoffed at " I'll call him back, and you ask him, I'm sure you'd him to make you into a pie for his Goblins." In that moment, Thorin had realised that Jareth, wasn't just a thin stick, he clearly had fed someone to his Goblins before, Thorin didn't want to find out if that was true.

Thus, the subject was dropped, and that was it,though the other dwarves wanted to know what just happened, and Gandalf didn't give a shit or already knew.

Well that was it until you had all left Rivendell , clean for now, only to get captured by Goblins.

No way were they anything like the unwanted children, absolutely. Stuck next to Thorin, you stuck out being human, wishing you had stumbled onto the actual Goblin king. Thorin had pulled you down and shielded you from the whips.

You could only wish... but you didn't Gandalf saved you all again.

Back on the road again, until Thorin gets chewed up by a warg, you rushing towards him, as the dwarves fought off the wargs and orcs. Only for the eagles to arrive , seeing an eagle fly at you and Thorin, you had laid careful onto him. The eagle swooping you both up . "Hey Thorin, are you alive? maybe I can use those thighs a scarf sometime?"

Thorin did not wake up, until Gandalf had done some magic shit, him and Bilbo became best friends.

Then you were all captured...again, by the worst kind of elves. Dumb blonds, no, Thranduil was just a dick. All of you were stripped down to one layer , all but Thorin and you , were shoved into cells. You was asked the general question, why are you travelling with dwarves, well actually that was it.

You had pretended to faint. When Thranduil stood over your head to see your face, you had pretended to wake up, punching him right in the dick. "O-oh my I-"

"Take them away!" Thorin was surprised you were not executed on the spot, oh how he tried to hide his laughter, as the elven knelt in agony ,and you were both dragged away. Shoved into a cage today, before the elves stomped away. Of course , Balin asks Thorin what happened, instead of telling him what you had done, he had simply said about him shouting in Khuzdul.

" Hey, are you coming to my execution tomorrow? I wonder if my last words should be 'being an elf there's only one down fall, once you get to Thranduils age, your cock shrivels up ," Thorin had snorted , and that is when he saw it, your hair...looked like radagasts hair ,but without poop and birds.

Thorins eyes had stared too long, it was clear to you, you were just talking to him, of course you'd see him staring. Your hair. Well yes that was embarrassing, a king was literally making fun of your hair by his silent judging.

"You're judging my hair? Did you not see radagasts?" Thorin had snapped out of this stare, realising what he had been doing, a light blush upon his face. "You are right, " that's he had said, and went back to looking at your hair.

Sighing you had sat on the cold stone, let again breaking Thorins stare. "Are you going to do my hair or just stand there?"

"Are you sure?" Accepting his offer Thorin was quickly sat behind you, combing your hair, of course you didn't know about dwarvish customs. You didn't know you had just accepted his courtship,but you had.

It wasn't long before your hair was braided completely , and just as you had stood up Ori had spoken up. Though you didn't here what he had said but you had heard Bilbo. "Not in here your not." A jingle of the keys and you were free, well lead to the cellars while the others questioned Bilbo.

Soon enough well when Thorin had convinced the dwarves to get in the barrels, via Bilbos request, leaving just you and Bilbo out. Until Thorin had gestured you over, helping you inside the Barrel, but you stuck out more than the others,you wondered why Bilbo didn't get in one with one of the other dwarves. You barely in the barrel when Bilbo had pulled the lever,gripping onto Thorins shoulders as you were both submerged for a spilt second. Thus, you were off , trying to escape the elves , squished against the dwarven king, that you had unknowingly courted.

Kili was shot, and Bombur did some extreme parkour, and boom you had reached land. Soaking, freezing, lucky your hair was all braided back, thanks Thorin. Stopping to allow Kili's leg to be wrapped up , to prevent further blood loss.

Dwalin had almost give you a heart attack ,as you stood twisting the water out of your clothing. "Who did you hair ,lass?" He had basically popped up beside you , inspecting your braids , his voice louder and powerful.

Looking at the dwarf, who looked right back waiting for your answer , already knowing the answer. "Thorin did, why?" Dwalin only hummed before returning to his brother, him surprisingly whispering to his brother, Fili and Kili had looked at each other in disgust. Even though Kili was supposedly in pain.

"Do that again and you're dead." Snapping your head up, to the unfamiliar voice..was that orlando bloom? A human, a man with shaggy dark hair, worn out clothes , beautifully structured face. Boom, you had been able to board passage on his barge.

"Why is a woman travelling with 13 dwarves and a hobbit?" You had coughed, turning around to face Bard, you weren't very sure what you was supposed to say. "Well, um-" " She's travelling with us because she's betrothed to uncle." Fili had spoken up, saving you from revealing everything, still you had turned to Fili, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, Fili and Kili smirked.

"You are courting a dwarf?" Thorin had scoffed, as Bard kept his eyes on the lake, his tone was almost unimpressed. "Well, I almost fucked a fae s-" "y-y/n! That's not a-appropriate." Bilbo had choked out, without a thought.

"Come on, Gaggins, did you not see the pants he wore? His magic-"

"Enough." Thorin had interrupted you sharply, snapping your head towards the clearly annoyed King, walking over to him, punching his cheek. "Awwe, jealous of Jareth? You have a lot to live up to. Does your dick grow even after erecttion? I call it his magic c-"

" Hold on." Bilbo had pointed his pipe at you, staring at you, " How do you know that?" Bilbo had coughed again , with his cheeks red trying not to cry. "Don't tell him, maybe I held eye contact with not his eyes many times without him noticing , plus I asked him if he could grow tall as a house, and he said yeah, so I just assumed. I swear 100% I never walked in -"

"Hello, love." You had jumped out of your skin, turning around, there stood Jareth, your face flushed red, shoving him gently. "Oh- , not nice Jareth, could've died from shock." Jareth only ignored you, looking at your hair, his hand skimming over it , in interest.

"I heard you speaking of my cock, y/n/n, I'm flattered, but with those braids , I'm afraid you are no position to be making advances on me." Lips slightly touching your eyes, as the vibrations of his whisper sent chills down your neck. “Well, what position do you want me in?” Pressing your back right against Jareths, his hot breath heightened onto your jeck. Thorin was fuming with anger, the dwarves didn’t know what to make of the situation.

“Y-y/n, enough do you not know what you have agreed to by those plaits?”

You had turned quickly pulling Jareth away from the dwarves, well as far you could get anyways. "W-what are you talking about? What about the plaits?" Jareth had laughed loudly, getting the attention of the the dwarves , as you reached up to touch the braids.

"Oh, love, you don't know. Those plaits especially when done by a dwarf , signifies courtship, you have accepted." Eyes widened at the king, as he smirked at you, laughing lightly.

"What do I do? I am courting a king, I mean it’s not like I don’t like him , it’s j-“

“You are just being dramatic, you both share affections for each other, so what’s the problem? You know what to do if you need me.”poof he was gone, again.

So you had made your way over to Thorin, pulling him to his feet by his tunic, his eyes wide, as you pressed your lips to his harshly. His hands making their way into your hair, pulling you closer to him, kissing you back.

Your hands now under his jaw, the company well, they were as you could expect...cheering loudly. Pulling away from his lips, still in his hold , as you looked into his bright blue eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That consenting you to braid my hair , meant that I accepted your courtship? I would’ve anyways, but I had to find out from Jareth, I thought that was just a ruse to explain why I was travelling with a bunch of dwarves.”

“Sorry, thought you knew.”

“You hear that Lads, she thought he braided her hair out of the kindness of his heart.” Company had burst into mocking laughter, but you and Thorin had ignored it.

“Well, if we are going to get married, I need the goblin king as our wedding singer.”

“Goblin king?”

“What? You didn’t know, Jareth is the goblin king. Not that wart of a goblin, “

Thorin had only stared at you.

“No, you can’t kill him, his dick would come off and fuck you in the ass.”

“I’m sorry, who’s dick would what?” Bilbo had popped up , with disgust and confusion upon his face.

#crossover #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #hobbit imagine #hobbit imagines #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x y/n #labyrinth #slight #jareth x reader #thorin x y/n #thorin imagines #thorin imagine #thorin the dwarf #thorin x you #thorin x reader #thorin fic

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intothewickedwood · 3 years

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x19 The Black Fairy

Peter Pan! So weird to think they were married but I mean they’re both kinda obsessed with collecting children that aren’t their son which is a weird coincidence.

Aww baby Rumple!

Malcolm looks so happy to have a baby. It seems it was the loss of Fiona that made him resent Rumple. Perhaps he could have been a father with her support but he just couldn’t handle being a single father. 

I wish we got to know more about fairy lore

Rumple was born in winter. He’s totally a Capricorn!

Aren’t Saviors meant to save realms from dark curses? But the dark curse wasn’t created yet. Maybe they retconned it and they’re just meant to save people.

That dragon egg is awfully convenient. What happened to the characters going on quests to find things like this? It’s too easy to wake Blue up.

Snow straight up strangling the Blue Fairy. I know it’s not her but I think Snow deserves that opportunity. 

Quick thinking Rumple with that cuff! 

Why does Emma have to have sleepy time too?

Is the shack Rumple was born in the same place he and Milah lived in? Probably not.

Yep. Really shouldn’t have given her that book of prophecies. What did they expect? Fiona to be overjoyed her son would die at the hands of a great evil?

Wait. It’s not possible for someone to turn themselves into a fairy? There must be something about Fiona. There’s something about that family, I swear. It seems they were all destined for great power and great evil.

Regina teaching Zelena to drive is the best thing ever but she totally could have escaped with Henry on her broom if things went wrong. If people in New York saw her and Henry flying high defying gravity they’d just think it was promo for Broadway’s Wicked.

Lmao! Omg Zelena! This scene is glorious!

Oh yeah, baby Robin could fit on the broom too. They’d make it work!

Regina: “I trust him to raise you.” Lol. So true but now I need all the fics with Henry raising his little cousin and Auntie in New York. 

The Black Fairy is so freaking creepy singing a lullaby to Blue.

The hatred emanating from the Black Fairy for Blue gives me shivers. 

And then she’s like “I’m so happy we get a chance to play,” and sits down like a child. Chills, I tell you! Like, Blue has completely destroyed who she used to be.

What was she going to do to the child if she’d found one with the crescent mark? 

Aww. Rumple breaking down and saying “I would do anything for you, son.” This man freaking loves his children. 

How did they end up in Rumple’s dream when Gideon was the first to be sprinkled with the night night sand?

Hook: “How do we know you are actually you.” Regina: “Because it’s me!” Sounds legit.

Aww, Hook just called Regina “love”. Are they getting along again, now? I saw a meta the other day that noted how Regina only started to dislike Hook when he got serious with Emma and I’m pretty sure that’s true. Interesting!

I wanted to see a proper witch fight dammit! For a show with so many sorcerers, we deserved more magical duels.

But omg Zelena suddenly running the Black Fairy over and her flipping over the car is the best thing in existence! 

Aww the sisters’ little smiles to each other. 

The sacred vault of the fairies? Are they, like, religious? 

This poor woman. I feel so sorry for her. She’s just desperately and feverishly trying to protect her baby. What did they expect from her? Most mothers would go to those lengths if they were told their child would suffer such a horrible fate. That would bring anyone to the end of their tether.

Omg wtf. “He’s destined to die so that other children may live.” That is a beyond cruel thing to say to the face of a mother. What the hell? Omg the pain on Fiona’s face. No child should be sacrificed for another. How heartless of the fairies.

So did Emma replace Rumple as the EF’s Savior or can their be multiple Saviors? 

Agggh this is so horrific. Poor Fiona finding out she is destined to kill her own child. She’s devastated. 

Oh, did she get the crescent scar when she was disarmed? 

Oh cool, the Black Fairy can project memories! That’s quite a unique power.

Blue could have saved a lot of people by remotely teleporting their hearts into her hands from the EQ’s or Cora’s and yet she didn’t.

She has a point. Even if she severed her destiny so she wouldn’t be the one to kill him, he could still be in danger from some other threat.

Blue, what the hell! Summoning a portal was absolutely uncalled for. What because she dared to upset you as you were so desperate for him to become the Savior for some reason? Probably part of her long-game evil plan. So what if he didn’t become a Savior?! Blue’s going on like that was the worst crime. She was just trying to protect him and you separated a doting mother who was no longer a danger to him from her child! You had no right! She is so self-righteous, I swear to god. It’s nothing to do with her. Who does she think she is?! Blue has ruined so many lives and gotten away with it because she believes she’s all high and mighty. She’s just as much of a villain as any other on this show. It makes me so mad. Poor Fiona. No wonder she hates Blue. 

Fiona: “I promise you son, I will spend every moment of every day trying to find my way back to you!”

I think she let Rumple hate her because it was too painful and she didn’t think she deserved his love. 

There are a lot of parallels between Rumple and his mother’s stories. They are much alike. 

Malcolm genuinely loved Fiona. He said she was the love of his life. Gosh I needed backstory with those two! After her he felt the only way he could be happy again was to return to childhood and Neverland so he didn’t have to think about Fiona. It was too painful. Easier to pretend he’d never loved. 

Malcolm must have lied to Rumple and told him his mother had abandoned him.

The fairies imply Fiona is dead to cover their own asses. They won’t say they banished her because they damn well know he’d fight them to get the love of his life back.

Lol. Sorry but calling your child Rumplestiltskin just to spite him is hilarious. What does it mean? Oh! It means “Little Rattle Stilt.” I mean it could have been worse it could have been “Little Sh*thead.” 

Also the Fairies hearing him blame the baby for his wife’s death should have rung alarm bells. They should have put him in a home where he’d be loved and cared for. Nope, just leave him with this guy who hates him.

Eww. They put a heart on the dinner table.

Giddy Up’s got his heart back! Yehaaaw!

“A seafaring man does not take superstitions likely.” So he is superstitious! He allowed a woman on his ship for years so maybe superstitions are different in the EF.

Oh my God, next week’s the musical episode!!!! I can’t wait!!!!

#ouat #once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #mr gold #mr. gold #the black fairy #ouat 6x19 #6x19 the black fairy #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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i can’t stop writing!

@petrichormeraki

“Fundy? Are you in here?” Iskall called out. Rendog landed next to the redstoner, weapon drawn as a precaution.

Fundy did speak, but not as a response to Iskall. “No! Tubbo don’t!” From nearby, Tubbo jumped at the other pair in a panic to defend himself. Ren blocked the attack and disarmed Tubbo quickly as he wasn’t fully prepared for a battle. “Tubbo, they’re on our side!”

“They are?” Tubbo asked, refusing to look away from Iskall and Ren.

“Yeah.” Iskall spoke up, making sure to hold his hands up and hold no weapon. “I’m friends with Fundy. I’ve helped him in the past with his redstone.”

Tubbo hazarded a glance towards Fundy who gave a reassuring nod and Tubbo relaxed just a little bit. “Tommy’s told us about you. Said you’re best friends?”

Tubbo looked back to Iskall. “He said that? But I exiled him! I didn’t even visit him when I could have.”

“Tommy doesn’t blame you for that.” Ren spoke up, making Tubbo jump a little at the new voice. “Maybe he did when he first got here, but he gets that it was more Dream’s fault then yours. You should see his place.”

“Oh yeah!” Iskall said, lighting up a little. “He’s not far from here. Tommy set up his tower between Grian and Ren in the mesa. Refused to let any of us help. He grew up so fast.”

“Then can we go over there? I want to see Tommy and talk with him!” Tubbo was nearly bouncing around at the thought of seeing his friend again.

“Well, we can go over there, but Tommy’s probably in the middle of the fight.” Ren responded. “Though I’m sure he’d want to keep you safe.”

“And I’d rather not get Fundy mixed up in everything if he doesn’t have to be.” Iskall added. Though Fundy seemed to disagree.

“If Tommy is out there fighting, we want to help. He’s our friend.”

Iskall and Ren looked at each other, having a silent conversation with expressions before Ren sighed. “Alright, fine. We’ll take you back to the shopping district and-”

There was a large crack of thunder and Tubbo was left trembling. Ren and Fundy covered their ears from the sudden noise while Iskall looked for the source. When he saw the cloudy sky above with a purple glow in the distance, he knew what was going on, having seen the same scene once before. “Oh no… Grian…”

Rendog’s ears were ringing a little too much for him to hear Iskall, so he yelled a ‘what?’ before seeing the sky as well. “That’s… not good.”

Fundy recovered enough to comfort Tubbo and then turned to Iskall. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Change of plans. We’re staying here. Everyone else is in the shopping district, so if things go wrong…” Iskall trailed off.

“Then we’re the recovery team.” Ren finished the thought.

Tubbo, who was still rattled by the sound, still managed to push himself mostly past it. “Wh-what do you mean? Is T-Tommy going to be okay?”

Iskall, who had the most experience with Grian’s trouble with being a Watcher, seemed hesitant about his answer, but did give it. “Well, I think Tommy might actually be the safest one out there, though it’s still dangerous.”

“Then we need to go help!” Tubbo said, giving no chance for anyone to stop him as he ran out of the tree. Fundy quickly followed, and Ren and Iskall after him after they unfroze from their surprise.

“Ren, Fundy, how about you two stay behind. We should have at least someone as an emergency team. I don’t want Tubbo going alone and I doubt we can do anything to stop him. I’m also not letting him head out there alone and I’m the one who knows the most about this.”

Ren Tried to argue, but Iskall shut him down. “Right, Fundy, let’s stay back.” The fox looked sadly at Ren, but relented and stayed back with him. Iskall started getting his wings ready to fly, but saw Tubbo had none of his own, so instead they headed to the nether portal.

Hermits surrounded the crater, weapons drawn. They created a wall of armor that protected their previous enemy. Mumbo took a risk and slid down to try and pull Technoblade away, but the piglin warrior refused to budge. With that out the window and no easy way out, Mumbo tried to reason with his friend. “Grian, calm down, you saved Tommy. You don’t need to be a Watcher right now.” Murmuring came from the opposing army. A few of them had heard of Watchers but never seen one.

Grian cocked his head to one side, staring Mumbo down with all but one of his eyes, the last one continuing to watch Techno. Mumbo tried once more to move Techno, but he stood firm, causing Mumbo’s foot to slip. The sudden movement and noise made Grian’s feathers ruffle and Mumbo froze completely. Grian then moved his hand toward Tommy and Techno jumped to attack with a new weapon, only for it to shatter as well. The Watcher started to stand up only for the Hermits at his back to first arrows at him. He screeched in pain, focusing on his attackers and turning away from Techno and Mumbo.

Techno moved first, getting to Tommy’s side and starting to pull him away. Being so close Grian immediately noticed and attempted to attack, but Mumbo moved in front of the warrior and put his shield up, deflecting the attack. The expression on Grian’s face almost looked hurt as Techno escaped with Tommy and climbed up out of the crater with one hand.

Tommy started to wake up just as Techno reached Phil. The former king took his son from Techno’s arms and held him close. Dream smiled down at Tommy, glad to have his pawn return to the board. As a Watcher, Grian saw it all. He flapped his wings, using his Watcher magic to strengthen the effects and create a windstorm around him and everyone nearby.

Scar and Cub were blown away by the wind as they still sported their vex wings which caught the wind easily. Philza also had to be held down for the same reason. As the wind whipped around, Grian flew into the air and launched himself at Philza and began to parrot Techno once more.

“How dare you defile the Blood God!” Techno yelled, ready to defend his family. But Grian didn’t stop, landing next to them. He looked at his father and brothers, noting one was missing.

“Someone’s missing” The Watcher hissed out. “And we saw he isn’t dead anymore. Your admin revived him.”

Tommy stared up at what Grian had become. The six purple eyes were now accompanied by a mouth full of pointed teeth and his hair has seemed to have turned into feathers. He was also taller and his feet were changed into talons. Tommy wasn’t sure how much was just how Watchers looked and how much was an emphasization of Grian’s avian self, but no matter what, Grian’s current state was terrifying.

Tommy tried to escape his dad’s arms, but Phil refused to let him go. Dream moved to stand between Tommy and Grian which made him even more upset about being unable to move. “How about we leave while we still can. We rescued Tommy. Let these Hermits deal with their own problems.”

Phil nodded and was starting to move before Tommy writhed in his arms. “No! I don’t want to go back! I need to help Grian!”

“Tommy, they just kept you trapped here and wouldn’t let you see your friends and family. Tubbo lifted your exile and I did everything to find a way to give you a path home. Don’t you remember all the time I spent with you? Think of this as paying me back for-”

“You’re not my friend Dream.” Tommy cut his former admin off, finally escaping Philza’s arms. “You never were. And if you were, I wouldn’t need to pay you back for just being with me. And you!” Tommy looked at his brother. “I kept trying to trust you, tried to get my brother back, but you won’t stop listening to the voices. And dad…” Tommy looked at Philza, but couldn’t get the words out. “I… I... “

Philza was knocked down and pinned under Grian’s foot. “No more Empire for you. Ice and snow don’t really fit with birds anyway, now do they.”

Philza grabbed the foot on his chest and tried to push it off him, but instead the talons just dug deeper into his chest. “Leave my son alone!” He gritted out, just making Grian laugh.

“Leave him alone? Like what you did? Abandoned him out in the middle of nowhere? I guess Techno really was the favorite. Or will you lose him as well?”

Philza managed to pull out his sword and slash it against Grian. It didn’t break, but the durability fell a dangerous amount. Angrily, Grian pushed his foot down harder on Philza, making the man wheeze. When others tried to step forward to help, corrupted parrot wings pushed them away.

“You abandoned one son, let another die, and lost the third to time.” Grian taunted and Philza’s face went white.

“Thi- y-you know what happened to-?”

“The Watchers had plenty of fun with him.” Grian answered, not directly answering that he was the third child and not giving up that he was still alive.

Techno’s eyes blazed with fury and attacked Grian. “You took him?!”

Grian just laughed and dodged the attacks. Tommy realized the avian was just toying with him. It reminded him of what Dream did. In a panic, Tommy put down his shulker box. A number of SMP members looked at it greedily, even amongst the current chaos. Tommy opened it up and pulled out two things, a jukebox, and a music disc. Tommy didn’t know if it would work, but he hoped that based on how Grian was acting, there were enough parrot instincts in there that he would listen.

He placed down the jukebox and inserted the disc, remembering it was one of Grian’s favorites. Erupting out of the speakers of the jukebox game was a laugh of a certain hermit which immediately pulled the Watcher’s attention. The jukebox then proceeded to play one of the songs for Mumbo’s mayoral campaign, and Grian stopped what he was doing and started dancing to the song.

Immediately Hermits raced towards Grian, pulling leads out and tying him up. He almost escaped when the song ended, but Tommy quickly put in the second of the two songs. After switching between the two a few times, the Hermits were able to completely tie Grian up.

Tommy put his jukebox and discs away and then picked up his shulker box before trying to go to Grian, but was grabbed by Philza. “Tommy, stay away from him.”

Tommy tried to argue, but then there was another shout. “TOMMY!”

Tommy turned, looking for the shout. “Tubbo?” Before he could notice his best friend in the crowd, Tubbo tackled him. There was an angry noise from Grian and he attempted escape, but stopped when laughter rang out from the reunited pair. “Tubbo I missed you so much!”

“Are you okay? Fundy took us to a friend of his here and then there was an explosion. They said you would be in the middle of it.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Tommy gave a small laugh. “No way Big G would hurt me.”

“Big G? Did you replace me?” Tubbo looked genuinely hurt until Tommy hugged him.

“I would never. You’re my best friend and nothing will change that.”

“That’s wonderful!” Tommy froze as Dream spoke, fully remembering the situation he was in. “Now that everything is sorted, we can go back home.”

“Not a chance, green bitch.” Tommy half growled at his old tormenter. “I’m staying here.” He almost pulled out his weapon, ready to attack when he noticed something else. “Tubbo, do you have seeds?”

“Uh, yeah, Fundy and I went through a jungle and it was a pain to get through all the foliage. Why?” Tommy held his hand out and Tubbo handed him the seeds.

“Hey G! Look what I got!” Tommy shouted and then held up the seeds. Since the music worked, he assumed this would as well. He was right when Grian’s eyes landed on the treat and seemed to light up. Nearby, Philza wiped away just a little bit of drool and shook his head, still recovering from nearly being crushed to death.

“Well would you look at that Dream, I can control the Watcher. And not just any Watcher, right?” Tommy gave a smug smile, having heard the play by play of Grian becoming the Dreamslayer many a time.

A few of those from the smp gasped as Dream actually dropped his weapon and surrendered. It was something no one thought would happen, especially at Tommy’s hand. Tommy put the seeds away and behind him Iskall and Mumbo started to work on calming Grian down.

After he started down Dream a bit longer, Tommy grabbed Tubbo’s hand and pulled him over to Grian. “Big T, meet Big G. He doesn’t normally look like this though, but he does look pretty pog right now.” Tubbo asked if Grian really hadn’t hurt Tommy. “Of course, he’s too much of a charrot and is super protective of me.”

With Tommy’s back turned, Dream tried one last time to grab him. The second he started to move, all the leads snapped and Grian moved to the same point. He brought down an axe and hit Dream in the face, shattering the mask he wore. “I don’t think I got any blood yet.” Grian smiled. Tommy was scared for a moment of losing his brother more, but actually noticed him returning back to normal. “Blood for the Blood God and all that.”

The changes stopped for a moment as purple energy swirled around Dream. He covered his face, expecting to be slain, but no death arrived. The energy dissipated and then Grian finally turned back to normal and collapsed to the ground laughing weakly. “I’m… so glad I kept tabs on you guys.”

Tommy tried to hug Grian but he was beaten by Mumbo getting their first. “Okay! Fine! I get it! Best friends over family.” Tommy joked and then hugged Tubbo. “I can do that too.”

Philza and Techno attempted to approach Tommy, but Grian opened a wing and then pulled Tommy and Tubbo to his side. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Dad, I just explained this to Tubbo. He’s not gonna hurt me.” Tommy complained with a bit of a whine.

Philza wasn’t convinced. “Tommy, I heard what he said. He’s a Watcher, and they killed your brother.”

“He got better!” Tommy retorted immediately, not really thinking the response out. Grian doubled over laughing at it.

“It’s not some joke!” Phil said sternly, making Tommy freeze. Grian stopped hugging Mumbo and stepping in front of Tommy. He was unsteady on his feet and feeling exhausted, but nevertheless, he stood there.

“Xelqua lives.” Grian spoke, making Phil’s eyes widen. “Only thing the Watchers did was mess with him. Then they gave him an offer to join them. Oh, he also changed his name to Grian.”

Philza looked Grian up and down, trying to see if he was lying. And then the words actually registered in his brain. “Xelqua?”

“Hey dad.”

#hermit!tommy au #grian #grian xelqua #watcher!grian #tubbo #iskall #rendog #itsfundy #dreamwastaken #philza #technoblade #mumbo jumbo #tommyinnit #still not a fan of how dream's persona eminates someone... problematic

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The thing is I intended to make a comic out of it, but I finally won’t be able to do it, because it’s weeell too long and complicated. I don’t feel ready for something like this…. This little part is the only one I’ll draw.

So, this is going to be a series of posts with concept arts, reference sheets, and a lazy descriptions of the plot I was planning to draw (scripts and notes mostly). I’m sorry and I just hope it’s not gonna disappoint you !

Anyway, thank you so much for your interest in this AU ! I’d never had imagined you’d like it that much !

Connor : I’m looking for Kamski. Hank : The magician? He disappeared after the Night of the cold blooded…. Connor : I know. I made my own investigation… and I may have found him. The problem is that… I can’t go alone. I resist cold weather very well but I know I won’t make it through Summer falls on my own. Hank : So what ? Connor : You’re a Red Guard warrior, right ? Come with me. We both have interests in finding Kamski. Hank : You think I'mma follow ya nicely into your trap ? Fucking Golems… Connor : Listen. My people are dying. With the Serfs War, we’re not much more than 100 units. Given our nature, we can’t give birth to sustain our own folk… but you’re not doing any better. Without snow magic, you can’t cultivate your lands, and your people are hungry. Kamski is our last hope.

After that, Hank goes back to his camp, where he lives with other humans from the hunting party. He takes his catch to one of them :

Hank : Here, that’s all I got today. I need an expedition pack… Can you do that for me ? Ben : Why ? You’re going on a trip ? We’re all getting ready to get back to Detroit. Hank : Yeah, I still have a few traps to check… Just go ahead, I’ll join you. Gavin : Hey, Bear Paw ! Hank turns around to see Gavin. Hank : What do you want ? Gavin : Seriously, that’s all ya got ? Hank : You know, if Fowler wants me to go on the hunt, that must be because I’m a better hunter. What did you do today hm ? Gathering wood? Wild carrots? Gavin : Fuck you Anderson. You know I’d be Fowler’s wing man without you around. Ben : Here Hank, your supplies. Hank : Thanks, Ben. Gavin : What… You going on a trip, old man ? Hank : It’s none of your business. Gavin : …

Gavin watches carefully as Hank takes the supplies and sits Sumo’s back again. As soon as Hank is out of sight, Gavin gets up on his horse and follows him.

Connor : You’re finally back. What’s your decision ? Hank : I just want to protect my people. If there is the slightest chance of saving them, I’ll take it. So, what’s the plan ? Connor : We have to go through the Pinewood, towards Braverive. It’s the southernmost village, the last step before entering the Stormy lands. Hank : I’ve never been so far. Braverive is a human outpost we created during the golden age, but lately nobody from Detroit made it to this place. The forest has become too dangerous. Connor : You mean, it’s dangerous now you don’t have Golems to escort you through it? Hank : Ohh, I wouldn’t go this way, if I was you. I have plenty of things to blame on you too. Connor : … Hank : … Connor : What’s its name ? The… the giant dog. Hank : … Sumo. His name’s Sumo. Connor : … I like it. I like dogs. Hank : … Whatever.

Connor and Hank have started their trip, they stop every night to let Hank rest. One night, while Hank sleeps, the Golem watches him, silently. Hank grumbles as he opens his sleepy eyes.

Hank : What the fuck you looking at, golem? Connor : It's… fascinating. Humans’ lifespan is so short and yet, you still sleep a full third of the time. Hank : You looking for a fist in your face ? Cause I have one that would match perfectly. Connor : Most human basic experiences are a luxury we, golems, don’t have. I wasn’t expecting you to understand. Hank : Yeah, and you’re immortal and young and strong, poor blue blood demon. Connor : You don’t understand. I’ll never know what it feels like to be a son, or to be a father. I don’t sleep, I don’t dream, I can’t appreciate the dry warmth of a cozy fire, or the soft touch of sunlight. I think… I would like to. Hank : … Connor : Human… What’s your name? Hank : Anderson. Hank Anderson. You ? Connor : Just… Connor.

Jericho, capital city of the Crystal Cove, free Lands of Winter. Marcus is in a huge room, in front of a crystal table showing a defense plan. Nines enter the room, straight back and princely look.

Markus : No. I told him his plan was suicidal, but he went anyway. He must be dead or captive now… I can’t take the risk to lose you too. Nines : You’re letting him down ? Markus : Look, Nines. Our defensive forces are weak. If the humans attack, they’ll largely outnumber us, and I don’t know if we can fight them off. I need you here. Nines : They won’t attack in winter, the snow isn’t at their advantage. Markus : … No matter what I say, you’re gonna go. You’re just like him. Nines : He’s our brother. We grew up together, Markus… I know you’re worried too. Our people are counting on you, brother. Let me take Connor back here.

Connor and Hank are in the forest.

Connor : What are we stopping for again ? Hank : Shhhhh. This part of the wood is full of game. I didn’t take more than 6 daily rations, I’ll need food soon. Connor : You should have prepared your travel more carefully. We’re not on a touristic trip. Hank : Shut up and build a fire. We’re stopping here. Connor : At this rate we’re never gonna get to Kamski before the end of the season. Hank : Who cares. Kamski’s not going anywhere as far as I know. Connor : … I don’t want your people to attack my city when I’m not there to defend it. The sooner we find Kamski, the better it is. Hank : What, we’re the bad guys ? Please ! You were created to serve humanity. We needed your magic to cultivate our lands… we didn’t ask for this war, you made us do it. Connor : No one should be treated as you treated my people. You deserve all of this. Hank gets mad and charges Connor. He grabs his collar and pushes him against a tree. Hank : Yeah sure… all those people… men, women, children… they deserved to die, huh ? I should kill you for saying things like this. Hank lets go of Connor. Hank : Build a fire.

To be continued ! And see you tonight for the comic’s update ;)

#detroit become human hank #detroit become human #dbh #detroit become human connor #detroit become human gavin #detroit become human nines #nines #gavin reed #hank anderson #Connor #hankcon #reed900 #the red guard and the snow angel #TRGATSA

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