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Walty stans how do we feel?
#that shot is so damn beautiful#they look so ethereal#fairy boy henry#walty#young royals#henry x walter#young royals season 3#my favourite boys#they will always be canon in our hearts
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Stories I want to base Ever After High OCs off (an ever growing list)
Hans My Hedgehog (One of my favourite ‘obscure’ fairytales. Already decided her name would be Hannah M. Hedgehog. To fit the design aesthetic of eah she wouldn’t literally have the upper body of a hedgehog and the lower body of a human, she’d be more of a hybrid. She’s a rebel because she rejects her destiny of becoming fully human at the end of the story and embraces her hedgehog side.)
Boy Who Cried Wolf (See my last reblog. Lies a lot but because of their destiny no one tends to believe them anyways. Also accidentally right a lot. Not lying maliciously just doing it for shits and giggles)
The Frog Princess (Because I think it’d be funny for there to be two royals who turn into frogs but are completely unrelated to each other. Also there’s so many variants of this story from region to region that it’d be fun to write this girl)
Speaking of, The Frog Prince (Specifically the daughter of the princess from the tale and the son of the prince’s gayass servant. Princess Girl does not want to be Hopper’s princess but is slightly willing to enact the version where she gets to throw Frog Hopper at a wall instead of kissing him. Dislikes frogs a bit but plays it up as a seething hatred to scare Hopper. Kind of a bitch if you couldn’t tell. Sporty girl. The servant boy is 100% in love with Hopper, like father-like son, and has the iron bands around his heart. Maybe he could be Hopper’s real true love :x)
Pinocchio (Daughters of The Coachman and Mangiafuoco, and niece of Lampwick. The Coachman’s daughter has a pet donkey that everyone thinks is a turned boy, but nope it’s just a regular donkey. She’s a rebel because she doesn’t want to go down the route of her father. Mangiafuoco’s daughter is scary and off-putting, but actually a genuinely nice girl. Would love to perform onstage but she has stage fright and is just so shy in general, so she resorts to puppet theatre instead. Always uses a hand puppet to talk through. Lampwick’s niece is a rebel because she’d rather not turn into a donkey thank you very much. Low-key resented Cedar up until Legacy Day because she believed if Cedar didn’t exist she wouldn’t need to turn into a donkey. Now they’re on better terms since Cedar decided she’d become human in her own way)
The Wolf and the Seven Young Goats (Youngest son of the youngest goat. Really I just like people with goat features. He’d feel tense around Ramona, even though he’s pretty sure she’s probably not the wolf from his story)
Puss In Boats (Daughter of Puss In Boots. Would probably be able to transform between an animal and human form like Bunny Blanc. Doesn’t really align herself with Royal or Rebel, but has slipped into thoughts like ‘if I can make someone else royalty, why can’t I make myself royalty?’)
The Prince and The Pauper (It’s not a fairytale but the books included King Lear’s daughter so I feel like I’m free to do this. I just think designing two boys that look identical would be fun)
Mwindo (One of my favourite tales because of how entertainingly OP Mwindo is. I imagine that his son would be equally as OP and like half of the student population is scared of him. But that fear often gets subsided because he’s not that keen on using his powers like his dad was)
Commedia dell’arte (Not a story but kids based on the stock characters could be fun. They probably wouldn’t attend Ever After High since they wouldn’t have actual destinies, they’d attend another high school. I had the idea of Cedar doubling as the Burattino stock character, and it developed into all the stock characters being based on different dolls/toys, ie Pierrot being a rag doll, Pulcinella being a wind-up toy, etc. Really I just want Cedar to have people who could understand her whole ‘Am I even real’ situation better, is that too much to ask?!)
Two miscellaneous additions that don’t actually align to specific stories; a Warrior Princess and a Forest Witch. (The Warrior Princess is, obviously, the daughter of a warrior king. My idea for her story is that it’s an ancient epic that is so old it has lost its exact name, having been repeated so many times. Also, her reason for following her destiny is less ‘we have to or we all disappear’ and more ‘I have to so I can prove myself worthy’. Her warrior kingdom’s society is very different from Ever After’s society, which she learnt the hard way. She feels awkward hanging out with the other princesses because of cultural differences, and she doesn’t like hanging out with boys because they tend to underestimate her. She was only supposed to attend for Legacy year so that she could sign the Book of Legends because Milton Grimm would not stop bugging her father about it, but she decided to stay after the shit show that happened on Legacy day. I didn’t base the Forest Witch of a specific fairy tale because goddamn it there are too many witches living in the forests in these tales for me to choose just one. In universe she probably has a specific destiny, or a few, I just haven’t chosen it yet. Very closed off from others. Actually lives in the Enchanted Forest with her mother. She also likes archery but how much of her skill is genuine and is magic is up to debate)
The Devil (He appears in a lot of fairytales. The OC is a girl who is clearly the daughter of the devil, but it’s never said so no one actually knows it. Every time someone asks about her destiny she’s like ‘it’s nothing important don’t worry about it :)’)
#hello eah fandom I like fairy tales and folk stories#rotomtalks#ever after high#ever after high oc#hans my hedgehog#the boy who cried wolf#the frog princess#the frog prince#iron henry#pinocchio#mangiafuoco#lampwick#the wolf and the seven young goats#puss in boots#the prince and the pauper#mwindo epic#commedia dell'arte
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I finished Lost Boy by Christina Henry yesterday and I loved it.
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It was actually the second time I started te book. I couldn't get into it properly the first time and I'm glad I put it back down, because this time was so much better.
If you are into retellings of fairy tales with a dark twist, that may or may not be closer to the original than you might think, I highly recommend this one.
#lost boy#christina henry#peter pan#captain hook#booklr#booknerd#dark fantasy#dark retelling#retelling#fairy tales#neverland#book
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OUAT Thoughts Pt.25--Episodes 8-9
I have watched through S3E9; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.
—HOLY SH*T PETER PAN IS RUMPLESTILTSKIN’S FATHER?!??!?!?!?!!!!!
—So, Rumplestiltskin’s father didn’t just abandon him, he yeeted him into another realm. Way to understate the facts, Rump.
—In the span of two episodes, I got to see straight-up Rumplestiltskin and Mr. Gold. And Mr. Gold was wearing a particularly *fine* double-breasted suit.
—And Dr. Hopper! And not only that, Dr. Hopper talking about his dog, and wearing a scarf, and carrying his iconic umbrella, and being all psychological, and smiling, and…well, I could go on forever. And even better, we’re going back to Storybrooke, so I might get to see him more regularly!
—Baby Henry was so chubby!
—It kinda sucks that if Rump didn’t have a potential cure for David, they probably never would’ve let him out of Pandora’s Box. Although, if they bothered taking the Box back to Storybrooke in that scenario, I’m sure Belle would’ve convinced them to release him eventually.
—It’s also very Rump to immediately investigate the poison that almost killed him. And of course a guy as smart as he is could come up with a cure.
—Skull Rock looks pretty cool. The skulls inside were a nice touch, particularly the gold ones.
—I’m no expert, but it feels like more of the Lost Boys besides Jimmy (idk what his actual name is) should’ve stuck with Peter, especially when he had Henry’s heart. These kids have been held in Neverland for possibly centuries, and they’re basically brainwashed. It seems unrealistic that there would only be one Lost Boy to stick with Peter the way Jimmy did. Maybe when they all get to Storybrooke, Peter will start recruiting them again.
—He’s been playing a pretty long game here. Having the Darlings show up at the adoption center was unexpected.
—I knew something bad was going to happen. I assumed it would involve David or Rump, but half right isn’t terrible. Everybody was happy, of course there had to be a twist. (I’m not discounting the idea of something bad happening to David yet.)
—I almost expected Hook to end up dead. It would’ve been interesting if he died, and Baelfire had to pilot the Jolly Roger home, but don’t get me wrong, I’m very glad that Hook is alright.
—I’m also happy that Bae and Rump seem to be getting on better. Once the happiness of nobody having died (yet) wears off, they might revert to being all prickly with each other, but for now a hug is enough.
—And the trust! Yes, Regina, Emma, and Bae went chasing after Rump as soon as they could, but Bae trusted him enough to send him in for Henry on his own in the first place. That’s a pretty significant step.
—I love that Wendy told Tink she believed in her. I’ve always hated their dynamic in the original story, because A) it’s stupid, and B) Peter Pan so isn’t worth it. But if they were going to get a single interaction in OUAT, I’m very pleased it was such a nice one.
—I hope the Blue Fairy gets the stick out of her butt and helps Tink get back into the fairy club. Frankly, the Blue Fairy is a bit of a pill; as a person, I can’t stand her.
—I adore that Regina’s superpower at this point is being evil. That’s hilarious.
—Also, somebody is the special effects department really fell in love with the fireball effect this season, didn’t they. Regina almost never does magic without one, and even Rump has summoned a fireball or two.
—Okay, even if Regina and Emma blocked out the light from the moon, there were other lights around them. It’s impossible that their shadows would be completely obliterated.
—Speaking of shadows, Peter’s shadow being a preexisting entity is an interesting take. I should like to know more about it, because there’s no way these writer just threw that out there with no plans for an origin story.
—Still speaking of shadows, Rump’s is still running around out there. As is his magical dagger. That’s going to be a problem, I can feel it in my jellies.
—I’m extremely relieved and proud that Rump did the right thing. It wouldn’t have been in character for him to kill Henry now, but I was worried it would happen anyway (for the DRAMA). But not only did he not hurt Henry, he also tried to contain Peter in the box.
—Unfortunately, he got Henry instead, but that’s not his fault….And, now I get to wonder if somebody is going to believe that he was in on that plan—and if that somebody is Regina, Rump is going to die.
—Ik it’s serious, but now that Peter and Henry’s souls have switched, it’s finally happened. Henry is his own great-grandfather.
—I really hate Peter Pan. Not only is he source of trauma for my fave, but he’s also just a really crappy person. And so far, he isn’t even that interesting or complex. Not that he’s badly-written; he’s actually an exceptionally good piece of writing. He’s manipulative and he’s smart and intuitive enough to do it well. He’s also been working on his Truest Believer project for a very long time, and he’s persistent enough to keep going, and powerful and scary enough to build to power needed to carry out his plans. But I still loathe him.
—At least the loml is not A) dead or B) still in the Box. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but ecstatic.
#once upon a time#ouat#Peter Pan#rumplestiltskin#mr. gold#dr. hopper#Henry#Emma swan#prince David charming#regina mills#the lost boys#the darlings#tinkerbell#the blue fairy#Captain Hook#Pandora's box#martianbugsbunny reviews
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#crush blogging day 25#i started this last night but fell asleep before i could finish#anyway#today was pretty good! aside from the fact that i was in so much pain i couid barely walk#fire boy is a very diligent father to our son Henry and is very eager to finalize the adoption process#but once again our schedules got in the way#i did get to eat dinner with him (and all of his friends but its ok because im also friends with them)#one girl who ill call Dee was almost definitely flirting with him#but it was very interesting to see that every time he answered her he looked at me which probably means something right?#but shes a very sweet person so im not going to get angry im just going to vibe#besides its not like we're official so what can i do? 'back off from my man' we haven't even held hands yet#its not like anything is confirmed im just pretending hes already professed his love to me because i have to him in my head everyday#i think we make a good couple#we're both flavors of the anxious smart one#hes the funny friend and im the responsible friend#i usually fall into one of these categories: metal‚ fancy‚ fairy‚ or sweater weather#and he he is almost always: sweaters‚ corduroy ‚ mostly reds blues and greens#so we make a very good couple aesthetically#hes so wonderful ughhhhhhh#sir why are you so pretty????#fire boy#from the couch#Spotify
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Dear Mr Sandman....
(A cold December evening, in a small cozy flat above the New Inn, London.)
Hob: So... My Saturday girl, Rachel. She volunteers at the local library, helps with afterschool sessions. I... may have suggested an activity for the kids. You, Mr Sandman have mail!
Dream:.... Mail?
Hob: (Hands over a neat stack of letters and a small accompanying box). Yup! These are for you!
(Dream carefully unfolds the top letter and begins to read...)
Dear Mr Sandman
Thank you very much for all my dreams this year. My favorite was the one with the bubble rhinoceros. I have drawn a picture of him for you. I hope you like it. Mummy says if I draw anymore of my dreams she'll leave them on the kitchen table for you to collect. Sorry if our dog Charlie barks at you when you come, he likes to bark at strangers but is really friendly. You can find his ball in the top draw. He'd love to play with you. I've told him to be a good boy and you'll give him nice dreams.
Love from
Rosalie Mitchell and Charlie the dog
Dear Mr Sandman
Thank you for all your hard work this year. You must be really busy giving everyone dreams. Do you know Santa and the Tooth Fairy? We always leave Santa milk and cookies and the Tooth fairy teeth to say thank you. I didn't know what you liked so I gave Miss Feean a tub of my favorite magic sand. It's rainbow coloured so should make really good dreams. If you like it, tell Miss Feean and I'll ask Daddy to get some more for you.
Alex Southerns
Dear Mr Sandman
Thank you for letting me still see Grandma when I'm sleeping. I miss her alot. She looks very happy so I know you and the angels are taking good care of her. Tell her Amy says to give you a big hug from me. She gives the best hugs.
Thank you
Amy Haywood
Dear Mr Sandman
Thank you for my dreams. Except the one about the angry dinosaur, I don't like that one. Can you tell him to leave me alone as he is very mean and makes me upset. Are nightmares very naughty dreams? We have red and yellow cards at school. If you're a bit naughty, you get a yellow card and if you're very very naughty you get a red one. You should do that. And give gold stars to all the dreams that are really good. Tell the dinosaur I'll give him my gold star I got for my spelling test if he is good.
Big hugs
Louise Winters.
Dear Mr Sandman
Thank you for looking after me this year. I'm sad a lot, Henry Oakwell in year 6 is really mean to me. And I find school really hard. I'm not good at my school work and don't have a lot of friends. Mummy has to work a lot and I don't want her to worry about me. But you always give me really nice dreams that make me feel really happy. Being the Sandman sounds lonely, are you lonely? My Teddy really helps me when I'm lonely. I can't give you my Teddy but I've made you one out of playdough. Its ear feel off but Miss Feean says she'll put it back on with some glue. I hope he's really nice to you and is a good friend like my Teddy.
From
Tommy Brien
Dream: I don't understand?
Hob: Well, if Santa gets all that praise for one night of wish fulfillment, I reckoned you deserved a little acknowledgement for doing it since the dawn of time.
Dream....May I keep these?
Hob: They've got your name on them Duck. And I'm sure there's more where that came from.
Dream: I.... (Subtly tries to wipe a tear aside) Thank you.
Hob: (Smiles softly) Don't even mention it darling.
#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#the sandman#mini fic#Little extra: the day the Corinthian gets a gold star for being good is lowkey the best day of his life
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Can you do Separately what The Yandere Tudors Men (Edward Seymour, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon and Thomas Boleyn) would give their Wife a really, REALLY expensive necklace either as a wedding present, a just because present or something following the birth of one of their children?
Hello. I hope you like it.
King Henry had passed many difficult trials to marry you. You will never forget the moments of lust and desire you experienced on your wedding night throughout your life. King Henry shed tears of joy when he received the news that you were pregnant. He took very close care of you throughout your pregnancy, unlike usual. Not even a minute was left outside the door of the room where you gave birth for hours. He was praying to God for you and the baby to be delivered safely. When the birth was finally over, he quickly entered the room. You were tiredly smiling at your husband with your newborn son in your arms.
"My King. We now have a male heir."
King Henry came to you and kissed your forehead. It wasn't hard to understand that he was happy and proud from the look on his face when he held your son in his arms.
"My son."
King Henry proudly kissed his newborn son's forehead.
"Our son's name will be Edward. Prince Edward."
You smiled at your husband's words. King Henry gently placed Prince Edward in his crib. He handed you the box in his hand. Surprised, you take the box and open it. Inside the box was a necklace decorated with Tudor symbol roses and made of expensive jewellery.
"My King. This is beautiful."
"Not as much as you."
King Henry took the necklace out of the box and placed it around your neck elegantly.
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You were Charles' third wife. Honestly, you never thought that an arranged marriage would turn into love. Charles was a possessive and passionate husband. Even though his love was suffocating at times, you had learned to cope. Charles did not yet have a son. This meant that a big task was on your shoulders. You got pregnant shortly after the wedding. You honestly thought your husband would move away from you and take mistresses. But it didn't happen as he thought. Months later, you gave birth to healthy twin boys. You would never forget the smile on Charles' face. He held his sons in his arms and wasn't afraid to talk about how proud he was. One of your sons was named John and the other Edmund. After naming the babies, Charles gave you a very dazzling necklace as a gift. From what you heard from your bridesmaids, Charles paid a really large amount of money for this necklace.
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Your wedding to Thomas Boleyn was modest. You came from a noble and powerful family. Frankly, your mother and father were not very keen on this marriage. After all, Thomas Boleyn did not promise great possibilities. After months of conversations, you had finally managed to gain your family's approval. You were getting ready in your room on the wedding night. Thomas slowly pokes his head through the door.
"I got you something, honey. Your wedding gift."
"There was no need, my dear. It is a great gift for me to know that we can spend our lives together now."
"My beautiful wife. I am truly a very lucky man."
Thomas holds out the box he keeps behind his back. You slowly take the box and open it. There is a really expensive necklace inside the box.
"Thomas. This is too expensive."
"I couldn't have a big wedding that suits you. I should have at least bought you a gift that suits you."
"Thank you, Thomas. I will keep this necklace for the rest of my life."
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Your wedding to Edward Seymour was beautiful. It was literally like a fairy tale. Queen Jane had spared no expense for her brother's wedding. The wedding hall was decorated very beautifully. A luxurious wedding dress and a wonderful flower bouquet were prepared. After you put on your wedding dress, the bridesmaids did your make-up and hair. You were waiting for the ceremony to start. There is a knock on your door.
"Come in."
Edward comes in. Edward has a look of admiration on his face.
"Oh my God. You look like an angel."
"Edward, you're embarrassing me."
"I came to give you a gift. I hope you like it."
When you open the box, you are surprised to see the expensive necklace inside.
"Oh. Edward, that's beautiful."
"I'm glad you liked it, my beautiful."
#yandere the tudors#house of tudor#yandere tudors#yandere tudors characters#the tudors#yandere edward seymour#yandere edward seymour x reader#yandere charles brandon#yandere charles brandon xreader#yandere thomas boleyn#yandere thomas boleyn x reader#yandere henry viii#yandere henry viii x reader#yandere king henry viii#yandere historycal characters#yandere male
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Over analyzing the Henry x Valter meadow scene because it’s been living in my head rent free
Okay, it seems like I’m not the only one obsessing over the scene in the final episode where Henry lies drunk on a field and Valter (or Walter) picks him up. Walty shippers interpret this as a confirmation of their relationship, while other see this as a symbol of Wille’s freedom. Let’s take a deep dive into both analysis!
By this time we know that Young Royals almost always have deeper intentions with the way things are written and directed. Close ups, props and the order in which the scenes are put are planned out to perfection and rarely a coincidence. This scene came immediately after the Stedrika scene, indicating that Henry and Valter, just like Stella and Fredrika, might have had their own friends-to lovers-story.
The scene is also parallel to Wilmon’s football field scene in season one. In both scenes, one of the boys lays barely conscious in the grass and gets picked by someone who is close to them. For Wille, it’s Simon. For Henry, it’s Valter.
This might be a hint that Walty had their own Wilmon moment and that something happened between the them romanticly.
Another part of the fandom believes this was not a Walty confirmation, but instead an confirmation of Wille’s freedom. Throughout the series, Henry has always interrupted Wille during the most inappropriate moments.
Henry has been a reminder to both Wille as well as the audience that no matter what Wille did, he would always have eyes on him. He would always have a responsibility he couldn’t just give up. Henry’s passing out could be an indication that he’s not needed anymore, because Wille is now free. Free from the responsibility, free from everyone’s eyes, free from the burden.
The story telling in Young Royals has always been limited to the perspective of five characters: Wille, Simon, Felice, Sara and August. Even if we followed the storyline of other characters, like Stella and Fredrika, it was always told through the perspectives of the main five. This is one of the few scenes, if not the only one, that doesn’t do so. Maybe the writers/directors wants the audience to know what the other characters don’t know yet, which is that Wille is about to give up the throne.
What do you think the meadow scene meant? Walty confirmation or Wille’s freedom confirmation? Why wasn’t it filmed through any of the main five’s perspectives? Feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions!
(Side note: can we just appreciate how beautiful the entire scene is? It looked like an entire renaissance fairy painting! Minus the bottle of alcohol lol).
#young royals#henry young royals#walter young royals#yr season 3#yr analysis#yr walty#prince wilhelm#simon eriksson
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Henry was so excited when he lost his first tooth which ended up being his front tooth cause he’s just like daddy.
Mom walks in the front door
“Mama I losted my teef!”
She freezes “John…”
“It fell out, I swear!” He shouts back “he’s super proud babe!”
Once she rounds into the kitchen she finds Henry on his dads lap showing his missing tooth gap
“Mama look! I look like daddy!”
She stops for a moment admiring both her boys with equally goofy smiles on their faces “You do baby! You look more handsome than daddy eh?”
“Hey!” John whines “I think I’m handsome! You think I’m handsome, right willow?” John asks, leaning down to press a kiss to her pregnant belly.
“Willow thinks I’m handsome” he smiles and she laughs, grabbing his chin to direct him to her lips “I think you’re very handsome baby…”
The couple then look at their son who’s staring proudly at his tooth “Uncle Luke told me the teef fairy gives you fifty bucks for your teef!”
The parents look at one another and grumble “Fucking luke…”
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Things read in April
Essays & Articles:
Oxford comma helps drivers win dispute about overtime pay
Rare insect found at Arkansas Walmart sets historic record, prompts mystery
Gloria Naylor Showed Us the Quiet Monster of Classism in the Black Community
Who Is Still Inside the Metaverse? Searching for friends in Mark Zuckerberg’s deserted fantasyland.
Striking Workers Are Bringing Back 1970s 'Mindfuck' Tactics
My Friend, Killer Bob
An Edible History of the Club Sandwich
Rodents of Unusual Size From ‘The Princess Bride’ Are Actually Real
Publishing company will offer free Black history e-books, especially in Florida
'Mischievous Responders' Confound Research On Teens
$388 in Sushi. Just a $20 Tip: The Brutal Math of Uber Eats and DoorDash
Poetry:
Joy Passed Down by Farah Lawal Harris
Perfect For Any Occasion by Alberto Ríos
Index by Kell Connor
The Lobelias of Fear by Bernadette Mayer
Lockdown Garden by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
Grace by Sarah Gambito
My Grandma Told Stories or Cautionary Tales by Marlanda Dekine
Miglena's Tales by Catching Lines
A Boy Can Wear A Dress by John Bosworth
A Primer of Daily Round by Howard Nemerov
A Poem for S. by Jessica Greenbaum
In the Season of Pink Ladies by Sayuri Ayers
Notes on the Peanut by June Jordan
The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins
One Boy Told Me by Naomi Shihab Nye
Sonnet by Jill Alexander Essbaum
Sonnet by Robert Hass
Heat by Denis Johnson
Sonnet by Alice Notley
The List of Famous Hats by James Tate
History Lesson by Iduna Paalman
Bow before the mountain ash by Olli Heikkonen
The Melon by Charles Simic
Where the Ponies Come to Drink by Henry Herbert Knibbs
When They've Finished Shipping Cattle in the Fall by Bruce Kiskaddon
Fairy Tale with Laryngitis and Resignation Letter by Jehanne Dubrow
Authentic Fake by Mia You
Books & Short Stories:
The Fly by George Langelann
Iphigenia Crash Land Falls On The Neon Shell That Was Once Her Heart by Caridad Svich
The Labyrinth by Catherynne M. Valente
Coraline by Neil Gaiman
A Feast for Flies by Leigh Harlen
Little Sister by Kara Dalkey
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Henry dressed as a vampire. ( Henry as Husband)
Henry Cavill X female reader./ Henry X Wife / Henry as a dad.
Smutt, overstimulating, beging, p in v, Henry dom, vampire kinks.
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It was the birthday of your son, Tomás. A few days ago, you and your husband, Henry, asked if he wanted a party and he happily said yes, with a halloween theme, as it was close to it. You had asked all your son´s friend´s mothers if they could came and they all said yes, so, now, you´d have twelve 6 years old boys and girls, plus one of their parents at your house for a party. Your son was so ecxited that he couldn´t stop talkig about it. Your husband was encharged of your costumes. He got a mummy one for Tomás, a vampire for him and a pirate one for you. The day of the party came. Henry had to shoot a scene from his series until 3 pm, so, you´d have to welcome the guests alone until he came. You woke up and he was already gone. You made breakfast for you and Tomás and then you two started to prepare the backyard for the party. You two went out for lunch and then came back to make your costumes. You left him watching tv while you got ready, then you went to get him ready. 2pm came, his friends started to arrive. You were friend to most of the mothers, actually. Three of then were very close to you since college days. When all the guests arrived you saw how many different costumes had: witches, pirates, fairies, robots, vampires, super heroes, skeletons and more. Most parents were as pirates or witches. While the kids played, you all sat under a told and started to talk about the children. All of them said that their kids were really ecxited for this themed party, and they all complimented the idea. You said it was Tomás idea and he also was ecxited for it. After a while Henry arrived, he was already with his costume- he had taken it to work and putted it when he finished the shooting. He was wearing a black trouser with a social black shirt. His hair was put behind with gel, he had eyeliner and fangs on his canine teeth. Your breath stopped when you saw him. He greeted everyone and he and the other mens went to another place to talk and watch things. You and the other mothers talked about children, career, marriege and hobies. The talk was amazing, but it was time for cake. You all reunited around a big garden table and Tomás got on a stool- since he didn´t let Henry lift him in front of his friends- to be on the same high as the candles. The rest of the party was perfect, everyone ate and had fun. You and henry said goodbye to everyone and thanked then for coming. You said to Tomás to get inside and take the vegetables he wanted for dinner. As he did that, you and Henry cleaned the garden. When it was over, you got inside and gave Tomás a bath while henry cooked. You finished his bath, dressed him, and then went to your bath. Henry finished the dinner and you three had grilled vegetables for dinner. After, you did the dishes and henry went to take a shower, since he was still dressed as a vampire, except his fangs.
A couple of days passed since the party. One day, you recieve a message from your cousin saying that it will be a family lunch next weekend, and her dauther gave the idea of children going in costumes, since it would be halloween, so she had the idea of everyone going dressed in costumes. You confirmed your family presence. You loved the idea of seeing your cousins again, you all were really close.
You three went with your costumes from the last party. There, children were running, men were around the barbecue taking care of the meat, women were talking and were around the drinks and the desserts. You had brought a sweet pie that you made. Everyone was dressed as well. Your aunts and you were talking and they commented how pretty Henry was in that costume. You got embareced and blushed for him. At lunch time, when all of you were around the table, one little niece of your, dauther of your cousin, came to Henry and asked.
Little niece: uncle, why you didn´t dressed as Superman? since you are superman!
Everyone at the table laughed.
Henry: sorry little one, but the costume store didn´t have any superman costume when i went, it was sold out.
Little niece: but you didn´t get the superman costume when you finished the movie?
Henry: i tried to get it, but they wouldn´t let me, they would have to keep it for a while longer. But as soon as it is finished, i´ll get it.
In the afternoon, one of your cousins had the idea of making fun shots of everyone. You tried to hide, since you didn´t like photos, but one of your cousins pulled you to it. You tried to hide behind Henry but the stepped aside, saing it was a good idea to take the photos. You looked at him, with mad eyes. You all took several pictures: you and your cousins, all the girls, all the man, just children, each families (grandma make sure of that one being taken, she wanted everyone in her album). Iin yours with Henry, he stood behind you with Tomás in his shoulders and pretended to bite your neck, while you were secretly cointaining yourself to not moan with him sucking your neck dresssed like that. Of course he noticed, since he knew you well. In the end of the family lunch, your little niece asked Tomás if he wanted to sleep over and play with her the next day. They were the same age and get along so well that you and Henry couldn´t say no. Beside, Henry had plans for the night that he would prefer his son wouldn´t be home.
You went home and got back to leave some things for Tomás, like, toothbrush and clothes.
You and Henry was getting back home, he was driving and you were zoning out with the music you had putted. Then, out of nowhere, you feel something grabbing your thigh roughly. You look down and see Henry´s hand. You get home and, before you could put one foot inside the house, he lifts you, throwing you on his shoulders and going to your room. Arriving there, you already knew that he noticed the repreended moan and wanted to hear you scream that same one. He putted you on the bed and lighted the room with candles. He gently took of your pirate costume.
Herny: you shouldn´t repress a groan, pretty girl, but i understand why you did it.
You looked at him. You were feeling exposed being the only one naked, he didnt even let your panties.
Henry: tell me, you wanted to moan because you wanted sex tonight, you were needy, or you were horny because of the costume?
He already knew the answer, it was not the first time you were horny with him in a costume, it happened before when his make up was not fully gone from the witcher, and when you visited him on the set of mission impossible. But he would make you say it, he wanted to hear how you were.
y/n: i-i´m horny.
You say blushing and looking down. He gets your entire jaw with one hand and pull it up, so you can look to him.
Henry: you should have said it before. You know i don´t like that you keep this kind of secrets from me.
y/n: i´m sorry.
Henry: what do you like more about it?
y/n: i think the fangs, maybe.
You say in a whisper.
Henry: why maybe?
This conversation were making you mad.
y/n: i´m not sure because you aready have big canines, this protesis just made them a little bigger, not much, so i don´t know if it made a difference or not.
He takes it of and smiles.
Henry: so? was the fangs that made you horny?
y/n: no, maybe it was your hair in place?
Henry: maybe?
y/n: stop asking this.
You say, tired of this talk.
Henry: my delicate girl, i just wanna know. So i can do it more times.
y/n: no, looking better at it, it´s not your hair, i like it messed, natural curled. It is the eyeliner with the groomed hair. The combination itself.
Henry: see? it wasn´t so hard. With a little talk and patience, you got there.
He says grinning.
y/n: congrats, socrates would be proud of you.
You say with a sarcastic tone. He hated when you were desrespectful, and you knew that. Sometimes, when you wanted to tease your dom, you would be bratty.
He rushes to you, brutally pushing you to lay down and getting on top of you. You really knew how to get on his nerves. He took his strap and chained your hands to the bed. He took some lubricant and barely passed on your vulva, quickly inserting four fingers inside of you, making you scream loud with pain. His other hand started to dance on your clit, making your back twist. After some time you cum. He keeps doing it until you do it again, and one more time. Your vagina were sensible. He goes up to your neck and starts to suck it hard, making sure to leave bruises, while his hands played with your tits. He stopped and sat beside you, running his hands along your waist and your thighs. If you wanted something more from him, you´d have to ask, beg. He was passing his hands through your body, stopping and looking it from every angle, you were feeling to much exposed.
y/n: please, take your clothes of too. please.
Henry: i´m not sure about it.
y/n: please, be naked too.
After five minutes he decided to take his clothes also.
He gets on top of you and started to kiss you until you lost your breath for a long time. When he stopped you were weak. He unchained you and turned you to lay on your stomach. He pulled you to bend. One arm wrapped around your waist, not letting you go, and the other, slowly going in and out of you. You were done with his hands. You wanted to ride him while looking at his face as a vampire.
y/n: Henry, stop it. I wanna ride you. Let me top you, for once.
He stopped the hand inside you. But the other was still holding tight your waist.
Henry: i don´t know, i don´t think you deserve it. Hiding secret kinks from me and being arrogant.
You knew he would let you, but you´d have to barg more.
y/n: i know i was not good. But i´ll redime myself making you feel good.
Henry: i´m already feeling good now, darling.
y/n: please, Henry, let me. I wanna ride you while i see you like this. I´ll be a good top. i promise.
He let go of your waist and lays on his back.
Henry: go on, i´m all yours.
You leave the bed and go to get his fangs on the desk.
y/n: open your mouth, please.
He obeys and you put his fangs on place. You get op top of him, each thigh on one side of him. You lean for a kiss, noticing his difficulty to do it because of the fangs. You put his dick on your vagina and starts to move your hips, slowly increasing the speed. His hands grip your hips. You support you weight on your hands, which were on his waist. After some time, you hear a soft groan leave his throat. You smile at your acomplishment. You keep thrusting yourself until he cums, followed by you.
y/n: have i redemed myself?
Henry: a little.
You get out of him, taking his condom off and licking the point of his dick. After, you give him and a exeptional oral sex, always looking at his face, seeing his mouth open; the combination of the make up with the hair and fangs driving you crazy.
y/n: am i a good girl now?
Henry: i think you are pardoned.
You smile and goes up to him. You take his fangs of and messed his hair. It was straightened, but you didn´t mind. You two started to make out, with you on top. After some minutes he says:
Henry: let´s take a shower, then go to sleep, it´s almost 2 am.
You agreed and you both go to the shower. Of course you had sex there too. You came back to bed and slept cuddling.
The next day you two enjoyed each other and, at night, went to get Tomás.
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Peter Pan Parallels: Is The Upside Down Neverland?
Lately I've been thinking about Petergate and I came up with what possibly could be another angle to the already complicated Peter situation— what if the name Peter is a reference to Peter Pan?
I don't think this is the only reason that the name Peter becomes prominent, although the show itself does seem to contain other references to Peter Pan, and even creates a correlation between the Upside Down and Neverland.
Peter Pan as a character has origins in early works from author J.M. Barrie, and the Peter Pan story as known today originated in a play written by Barrie before being adapted into a book and subsequently several film adaptations. The story of course being about a young boy named Peter who brings some kids to a magical land where they can never grow old.
It's written very small, but Peter Pan is on the season 4 DNA board!
There are a few instances about never growing old in the show, and they usually come from Will or involve Will.
The first instance is from season 3 during the rain fight, where Mike exclaims that they "aren't kids anymore" and they can't "play games for the rest of their lives." This is then brought up again by Will in season 4, but in a much more hopeful lens.
And then we have the Upside Down, a magical land that appears to be somewhat stuck in time.
I say "somewhat" because I'm honestly unsure if the UD actually frozen in time, or if there is just an impression of Hawkins the night that Will was taken. However, the emphasis this season on clocks as well as Nancy's mention of being in the past does at least allude to the idea of being frozen in time.
Does the UD actually function like Neverland and keep someone from aging? Will was only trapped in there for a week, not enough time to see if there was any anti-aging going on. Henry was in there for a few years, however since he changed so much physically it's hard to tell if he aged at all (and given that he was in his 30s, any aging wouldn't have been very apparent)
ALTHOUGH there could be a point to be made about the fact that Will and Henry were both able to survive in the Upside Down for as long as they did in the first place, maybe it has to do with both of their powers, but perhaps the UD was preventing them from dying?
Starting with Will, we know that he was in the UD for a week without any food or water. The body can survive that long without food, but water is another thing. The show makes a point to have Erica say this in season 3:
—which leads me to believe that they want to draw attention to the fact that Will was miraculously able to survive for so long in a place without any water. Perhaps the UD was able to keep him alive?
Something similar happens with Henry, too. It seems like his body was adapting to the new environment overtime, but still the details of his survival are vague and his ability to stay alive after all that time is still rather anomalous to say the least.
There's an indirect reference to the UD as Neverland in season one, when Troy states that "Will is in fairyland now with all the other little fairies." and while YES he means this in a derogatory way, the dialogue is still a way to point at the fact that Will really is in a magical land, and possibly even a hint at his powers.
Notice as well how Will's light magic bares a resemblance to pixie dust from the Disney movie.
Between Henry and Will, we can see both of them as being Peter Pan-like. Henry as Peter as in the one who lures children into his magical fantasy land, or Will as Peter the boy who doesn't want to/has trouble growing up.
Another aspect of Peter Pan is his shadow, which is detachable and seems to have a mind of its own. Which reminds me a lot of this:
Barrie's intentions behind what the shadow represents is pretty vague, although it has been tied to the idea of wholeness, Peter's attachment to the human world as well as duality, wholeness, and lightness within dark and darkness within light. (more to come later)
#this will likely be a multi-part theory post#this part is mostly my initial thoughts observations#will have to do more research as im only familiar with the disney movie#although that could be their main mode of inspiration#feel free to take these elements and place them in your own interpretations theories how you like#stranger things#stranger things theory#stranger things analysis#my analysis#my theory#will byers#one stranger things#vecna stranger things#henry creel#will byers has powers#byler#<- target audience#not byler related
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you’re such an incredible writer, so i only imagine u read extensively too. i’ve noticed ur ao3 bookmarks are empty, but i’d love to get a list of your favorite titles whether it’s zutara, other fandom or traditionally published works.
I do indeed read a lot. The past few years I have read much less fanfic and have focused on original stuff, but I have actually been able to read a few fics in recent times because my brain didn't want to write, I did have a bit of Zutara burnout I think so no Zutara recs here (yet).
But if you, like me, enjoy some Dramione, then, for starters:
anything by phlox (Slowly Toward Desire is my favorite)
Amateur Cartography by worksofstone
A Darker Blue by skitter (legitimately cannot believe this fic didn't blow up, one of the best Dramione fics I've read and that fandom has a ton of good shit, so like. wow. skitter also has a Zutara! I have not yet read but it's on my list and I'm already sure I will love it)
Lights Out by Phoebe
I used to read every pairing under the sun in HP but as I said, haven't read as much fic lately, but two others are Blood & Gold (a Tomione, by the legendary ObsidianPen) and The Wilderness (Luna/Ginny) by speechwriter. If you try nothing else on this list, try The Wilderness. That fic is high art. It blew my entire goddamn mind, my god. I also highly recommend anything by PacificRimbaud (esp. the Paneville)
*cracks knuckles* now for some original stuff:
The Liveship Trilogy by Robin Hobb altered my brain chemistry
Scholomance Trilogy by Naomi Novik. I mean, okay, I worship Naomi generally, so I was shocked to discover it took me a while to get into these. Read the first, thought 'meh', came back to it again later, liked it better, second and third proceeded to BLOW me away
NK Jemisin's Broken Earth trilogy. In case you want a nice dose of a darker twist on Earthbending and an exploration of prejudice.
Juniper & Thorne by Ava Reid for your Gothic horror needs
Lost Boy and Alice, both by Christina Henry. Dark fairy tale retellings, so you know I'm there. She does them so well.
The Burning series by Evan Winter. It has dragons and a dual-sword wielding badass, in case you need those itches scratched
If you want some good published romance (I tend to like fanfic for pure romance stories tbh so I'm usually pickier here) that has some fanfic vibes, I enjoyed Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert
If you want dark Zutara vibes, my go-to rec and one of my favorite series is The Poppy War trilogy (I will never get over #rinezha)
I wouldn't say I adore The Legendborn Cycle series, but I still like it, you can tell the author has roots in the fan/fanfic scene I think, and again, I think it has some Zutara vibes. Tracy Deonn 100% had to have been inspired by Zuko for her character Sel, I'm convinced. And her take on the Arthurian legend is really unique and creative.
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Ok I saw a post before saying what if we put all of Nick’s characters in one room (I can’t find op anymore) and after the last reblog it got me thinking so here’s some weird multiverse imagination
Note that I’m only gonna use the characters I’ve seen/know about, so that’s Henry (RWRB, duh), Conor (Handsome Devil, watched the whole movie and really liked it), Timmy (The Craft: Legacy, only watched Nick’s part lol), Robert (Cinderella, the first time I actually saw Nick, I watched… enough, plus a bunch of video essays on it because I am a musical theatre person and a fairy tale person), Jeff (Bottoms, from what I can get from the trailers), and Luke (Purple Heart, which I love you Nick but I will not put myself through that, based on what I’ve heard about it and reading the synopsis on Wikipedia) if you can think of more please join in on this mess
Let’s say some weird random ass multiverse magic got all of them into a room. After the initial “Good God is that what I look like with a buzzcut?” and “Why the fuck are they British- is that kid Scottish?” and “HE’S A PRINCE? OH THAT GUY WHO’S SINGING IS A PRINCE TOO? HOW AM I A PRINCE???” then someone (honestly out of the six I listed probably Henry or … Luke?) telling everyone to settle down and introduce themselves so they can figure out their differences, what’s gonna happen?
Well...
Luke and Jeff will definitely get into a fight at some point. Maybe Robert gets unintentionally involved too
I dread to imagine the conversation/confrontation between Luke, the conservative marine and Henry, now a gay icon in a loving, committed relationship with the bisexual POC son of a democratic female president (I’ve heard some folks call Henry the rainbow prince and oh my God I love that) interacting, but Henry is still a prince and a lot stronger and willing to stand up for himself and his relationship at the end of the movie, I want him to win in that argument
Henry and Robert will definitely judge each other. Robert on Henry’s clothes and how proper he is (think about his fucking line “dancing at these things are so mannered! And formal! And we look like fools!” and oh God I hate that I can quote that line) and Henry on Robert’s eccentric, borderline-childish mannerism, and wonder how on earth is this guy a prince (I know royal protocols are strict and Henry does definitely find them stifling at times but a large part of that is just… manner and etiquette? Like look at the pained face he makes when Alex devours the cornetto and then speaks with his mouth full of ice cream, he was definitely exasperated by his choice of men at the moment)
Luke and Jeff will get annoyed at Robert spontaneously bursting into song and tell him to shut the fuck up, but Henry might find it amusing and somewhat charming (come on I absolutely don’t believe that Alex and Henry don’t sing to each other, especially when they have Taylor and Nick’s beautiful singing voice in the movie verse) and maybe Conor starts shyly strumming his guitar to Robert’s singing
Jeff trying to bully Conor and Timmy then realizing these boys are no less strong than he is and gets his ass kicked
(The next couple of points are the main reason I wrote this post lol)
Henry recognizing Conor and Timmy’s struggles, seeing bits of his younger self in these queer kids that look like him, remembering what Alex said about getting to be someone his father didn’t see growing up, thinking he can do something similar for these two boys and taking them under his wing, pulling the both of them to a corner to talk
Conor telling Henry that he doesn’t believe there’s a place in the world where he could just be himself, and Henry remembering feeling the same until a certain American boy with fucking eyelashes, black curls and dimples stormed his castle
Timmy explaining how he feels like his bisexuality isn’t being validated (Nick did amazing in that scene please go watch it) and Henry gently telling him that that’s absolutely not true and that his boyfriend is in fact, bisexual, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with liking both boys and girls
Henry and Timmy sharing their grief over their lost parents
Conor and Timmy suddenly having a man who looks like them, who's in a position of power and in a committed relationship with another man in a position of power to look up to
Henry telling them his story and how he found love and support, giving the boys hope, and realizing that this is what making history can mean
I don’t know how my brain came to this but Henry as an older brother to Conor and Timmy now lives rent-free in my head, might write more on that alone
Very intrigued about how this is gonna be expanded when Mary & George comes out and we add George Villiers to the mix, Henry will pass out
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#rwrb movie#henry hanover stuart fox#henry fox mountchristen windsor#nicholas galitzine#rwrb thoughts#handsome devil movie#conor masters#prince robert#cinderella 2021#bottoms movie#not tagging a certain film because I don't want to deal with that crowd#please make this a thing this was so much fun to think about and write
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Did I write OuaT fanfiction? I did indeed. Am I rusty after quite a few years of not writing much fanfic at all for any fandom? I am indeed.
Enjoy, I guess...?
And Some Things You Just Can't Speak About (a.k.a The One Where Emma Gets Angsty Over a Jacket)
Emma Swan was no stranger to living small. There had been plenty of times in her life when she had survived just fine living out of one scruffy duffel, or her car, or on more than one occasion simply the clothes on her back. Hell the very first night Henry had brought her to Storybrooke, and she had opted to stay at Granny’s, had not been a problem as everything of importance she carried with her either on her person or in the compartment spaces of her yellow bug.
Despite the number of times she had been to Regina’s place before, it still surprised her just how much the other woman kept around. Not to mention how clean and tidy to a fault everything always was. Surely the whole having-magic thing helped – the only dust she probably kept anywhere in the whole house was probably some of the fairy kind. Almost every surface was polished, pristine or held some kind of knickknack that seemed to have no purpose other than looking pretty on a shelf.
Even the stairs didn’t give a telltale creak under Emma’s boots as she made her way up to the second floor. For a house that had supposedly been lived in for at least twenty-eight years – unless of course Regina had lived anywhere else in that time, but Emma figured that was incredibly unlikely – what felt like an expansive mansion to the blonde, also seemed to be missing something.
Emma had moved through enough houses, hostels, hotels and unfit homes to know all the signs of a building well-lived in and all the stories the very walls could tell. This place in all its grandeur and appearances, held history in the fact that it showed absolutely none at all.
Except, she thought with a pause as she passed an open door, for Henry’s room.
All it took was a quick glance through the gap to see the contrast. Things scattered over the bed from where he must have dressed for school that mornings, the splashes of colour on the wall, the mess over a desk where he had clearly been working hard at whatever latest theories were on his mind.
Unable to resist a pull from somewhere deep inside her chest, with a brief glance back over her shoulder toward her original destination, Emma shook her head lightly, pushed the door open further and took a step inside.
The abundance of colour was an immediate switch on the senses from the austere black and white décor downstairs. The vibrant hues of blues, and reds and rich mahogany browns of youth filled all four walls. There was still some sense of attempted organisation in the array of shelves and compartments for things, but these too were filled to overflow, with excess having spilled over into the floor as Emma had spied from the doorway. Just one look around the room and it was possible to see how much stuff was crowded in there. Anything and everything a young boy could want or wish for, more or less. She even spied a few games consoles tucked away alongside the plethora of books.
Emma was hit with an unexpected pang somewhere deep inside her core. Short, sharp, but no less surprisingly strong. If things had been different, would she have been able to give Henry all this?
She couldn’t help but wonder as she stepped by the bed, picking up a discarded jacket with some fancy designer label embroidered inside the collar that she knew she could not have afforded, regardless of career choice. The material felt thick in her fingers, the fibres woven with that sense of luxury many kids didn’t care for, but an adult would spot a mile away. Would he have been able to have any of this...? Of course if Henry had merely been content with possessions, then there would have been absolutely no reason for all of this to have ever happened as it appeared he already had everything he ever needed right here…
“Can I help you, Ms Swan?”
“Regina-“ the other woman’s voice had startled her, made her twist on the spot to see the Mayor hovering in the doorway, a sliver of a smile pulling at the corner of those red-painted lips – though Emma saw that same hint of a smile falter upon seeing the jacket in Emma’s hands.
“How long have you been standing there?” Emma asked.
“Inherited your fathers’ sense of perception I see, or lack thereof,” Regina chuckled, though her eyes remained drawn to the jacket in Emma’s hands. A beat of silence between them continued on a few moments too long to be comfortable, neither of them saying a word. Judging by the look in her eyes and recognisable subtle squaring of her shoulders, Regina had clearly expected the usual snap back from the blonde. When seconds continued to tick by and she must have realised she was not going to receive one, her fine brow finally raised as her arms folded across her chest.
“Looking for something, were we?”
“For you, actually,” Emma replied, fingers curling into the fibre of the jacket. If Regina noticed the subtle clench, she said nothing, merely tilted her head a fraction. To Emma however, that still felt like she was being assessed without words.
“We both know I like to keep an eye on my son, but I can’t say I make a habit out of hiding out in his room every other day,” Regina quipped, and for the first time in the conversation managed to pull her eyes away from the boy’s jacket to survey the rest of the room herself. Emma couldn’t help wondering if she was looking for anything out of place, even amongst the adolescent mess; no doubt Regina probably would have noticed if Emma had so much as accidentally kicked a toy from one end of the rug to the other.
For the second time, the smirk dancing slyly across those scarlet lips faltered when once again the blonde had evidently not risen to the goad of the verbal challenge. “What made you think you’d find me in here?” Regina poked just a little more.
Emma shook her head, as if shaking her thoughts free. “No, I didn’t, I…” she trailed off.
“You certainly seem to be having a way with words today,” Regina chuckled, finally stepping fully into the room and beginning to peruse various objects herself.
If Emma didn’t know any better she might have guessed the other woman was indeed inspecting each and every thing. She watched her pick up a notebook from the desk, flick through a few of the pages that Emma could see were filled margin to margin with Henry’s chicken-scratch scrawl – he had his biological mother’s knack with handwriting it seemed, although the tails of his letters had a more distinct flourish for sure. She wondered if that was because Regina had likely tried to teach him the much more elegant cursive of her own hand before… She heard Regina give a click of her tongue and mumble Henry’s name under her breath, shaking her head at a particularly untidy page; perhaps she had been thinking along the same lines. What else did she teach you…?
“Regina, I…” Emma ‘s voice tumbled out before she could stop herself, the other woman’s name falling from her lips with a softness so unexpected for both of them that Regina’s head snapped up from the book to look in Emma’s direction.
Emma wanted to ask. She wanted to know. She wanted Regina to give her some glimpses, some snapshots, some sort of mental photo album of the milestones she had missed and how the Mayor had managed them alone.
But a catch in her throat and a caustic ache in the centre of her chest stoppered the words thickly before they could fully form, let alone be said so freely. Did she want to know? Did she want to open herself up to the regret, the guilt, the burden of knowing how she had soothed each fever, comforted each cry in the night, encouraged his education to become the man Emma already saw every day in the young boy?
“Spit it out, Ms Swan, for both our sakes,” the words were sharp, but there was something else under the sting. Emma folded the jacket in her hands, over her arm, and she could have sworn she saw Regina’s brow twitch watching the imperfect action.
“Henry…” Emma began again, attempting to find a common ground for conversation to start but once again found her words caught on a soreness in her throat that had nothing to do with the time of year. The usual sharp clip of Regina’s heels seemed subdued on the carpet as she stepped closer, softened, but not silenced.
“Did you-“ Emma tried to clear her throat, to little avail. “Did you ever…”
“Take care of him? Of course I did.” Regina snapped, the defensive thorns of the dark rose pricking at Emma’s skin. A perfectly poised hand snapped forward, attempted to snatch the jacket from Emma’s unsuspecting hands. A pull, a stronger tug, Regina’s hands grappled for the jacket, but Emma’s grip neither loosened nor let go. If anything her hold held fast, refusing to relinquish the fabric.
Caught in such a physical impasse, Regina looked up, mouth open to lash out with another venomous barb no doubt. But rather than clench tighter to the hypothetical stem of the dark rose in spite so well as she did her son’s jacket, Emma flinched, surprising them both.
For a moment, just a flickering moment, Regina’s gaze appeared to soften, seeing something in the blonde’s eyes, shoulders, way she held herself, the way she held that ridiculous jacket that spoke more volumes than any book on Henry’s bookshelf.
“Of course I did,” Regina repeated, her words softer than any velvet, dark eyes softening with as much of a sheen. Doing her best to clear her throat of the thick lump that had so stubbornly caught there, Emma averted her gaze from those eyes, and laid the jacket back down on the bed with a careful touch that Regina had never seen her use with her own awful leather jackets that tended to be slung, hung or thrown over the backs of chairs. The feeling of that intense stare prickled Emma, burned through leather and cotton and skin alike right through to the turmoil underneath. She didn’t dare to look up, to look back, fearing as much what Regina might find through such a gaze.
“Right…” Emma finally managed to force out through the silence. If either of them noticed her inflection being a fraction higher than usual, they did not mention it.
Perhaps purely out of habit, as much as anything else, Regina stepped closer and brushed a stray fleck of flint from the exposed lapel of Henry’s now-folded jacket. It was a movement so precise, so practised and probably done a thousand times before to the point she must not have even thought about it as she leaned over.
Yet, Emma had to tell herself forcefully, as she felt the brush of Regina’s arm against her own, that it wasn’t as purposefully possessive as it seemed. For every scrape, every stray thread, every speck of dust caused by Emma’s careless exploits, there Regina would always be waiting to dust him off after, to clean off and care for the clothes and the kid who wore them. A fact that gave her both relief and an unrelenting ache inside in almost equal measure. As worried as Regina might have claimed to be, Emma couldn’t help wondering how much of that constant fear of losing him also obscured her from seeing how she was always there.
Smooth expensive fabric of a blazer likely only worn once or twice and the old worn leather of Emma’s own jacket that had endured a lifetime was all that separated skin to skin contact – was all, and was everything - as Regina straightened herself again, unnecessarily dusted down her already impeccable skirt as if she too needed something to do with her hands for just a moment. Emma’s own clammy palms clenched to fists at her sides, blunt nails digging into the creases of her palms, tight and taut. If she gripped hard enough, the prickling pain of her nails just might detract from the inexplicable pool of warmth that had gathered deep inside from the brush of such closeness. A warmth both impossibly familiar and completely foreign to the Sheriff as she rocked back and forth on the heels of her boots. And with such feelings came all too familiar itch, the urge to run far, far in the opposite direction of finding out what it meant…
“Care to enlighten me as to the reason for this visit, Sheriff, or shall I have to prise it out of you like a tooth?” Regina asked, with a not entirely feigned sigh.
From the cut of the jibe, Emma knew the expression on her own face was tantamount to the way one would look prior to a dental extraction. So intense had her focus been on trying to smother the tumultuous feelings tossing around inside herself, she hadn’t thought s much to school her outward emotions also. Nevertheless, she was grateful for the slightly awkward return to the expected banter after the uneasy silence had lingered for so long – too long. Seeing Regina’s eyes flicker, however briefly, to her fists still held at her sides, Emma shoved her hands into her pockets – as much to avoid the gaze, as to avoid being waylaid by any other stray objects or ruminations in the room.
“You’re needed at the Town Hall,” Emma finally croaked out, inwardly cursing the ever-so-slightly rusted aspect of her voice. Regina’s brow raised, obviously awaiting further elaboration for such a vague answer, but Emma turned on her heel, headed back toward the doorway, the sudden urge to leave, to flee from this house and all its oppressive things coiling uncomfortably inside her like a spring prepped to snap or spiral out of control with every prolonged second or step. She wasn’t surprised to hear the click of Regina’s heels behind her, but she made no move to turn back around even as Regina spoke.
“What mess has your mother made for us to clean up this time, that couldn’t have waited, that you’ve felt compelled to come to tell me in person- Emma?” Regina’s sarcastic quipping cut short just as Emma’s hand found the door handle, and Emma tried her best to ignore the voice in her head telling her to recognise that tint of concern to those last two syllables.
“Gotta get back,” Emma replied, too hastily for either of them to believe it. If she looked up from the door now, she knew she would see those dark eyes staring back, scoring deep, searching for answers in cracks and crevices that Emma always tried her damned hardest to conceal.
Before Regina could open her mouth, let alone say the words what’s the rush, Emma had pulled the door open – with perhaps a little more force than was necessary, and a breathless ‘see you there’ – and set off down the driveway at a near-impossible pace. Her fingers flexing down at her sides as though the repetitive motion could wear the memory of the coat-fabric from her fingertips, could shake away the unfathomable prickling warmth humming in her blood, and rub away the bruising half-moons setting deep into her palms, leaving Regina disconcerted, standing in the open doorway, to watch as she disappeared.
To be continued...possibly...
#once upon a time#emma swan#regina mills#emma x regina#swen#sq#swan queen#henry mills#this is what my brain comes out with at 3am#what is my life and my mental state#let’s explore through fanfic cuz that’s healthy right hahah
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Hello! I'm really curious, what books/authors would you recommend to someone who's new to writing horror?
Hi! Here is what I have on hand (minus my loaned out copies of my favorite book ever Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones and Never Whistle At Night: an indigenous anthology of dark fiction which made me cry on an airplane and made the person next to me very uncomfortable, like she was just trying to build a cart at banana republic, apologies to seat 17B)
God’s Cruel Joke Lit Mag because I’m in them and will be in issue 4, too :) published either mid-January or February 2024– @labyrinthphanlivingafacade is in issue 3 with a great short story that I won’t spoil ***right now the magazines are available to purchase in physical copies but I was told all issues will be free to download as pdfs pretty soon!
Severance by Ling Ma (body horror but not in the way you think, the real horror is repetition and loneliness)
Wilder Girls by Rory Power (body horror)
The Female of the Species by Mindy McGinnis (adjacent the horror genre but a hell of a read)
ANYTHING BY STEPHAN GRAHAM JONES ANYTHING
We Have Always Lived in a Castle by Shirely Jackson (I read this for the first time last spring boy howdy, I also included The Lottery for its suspense)
Dean Koontz because my husband suggested it for the list— this was just the first title I grabbed, I think he said Patrician Crowell too but I was busy looking for Mongrels
A Good and Happy Child by Justin Evans (I didn’t finish this because depression set in shortly after I started but the first chapter plays with second pov which I really liked, I’m determined to read it this year)
Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn (I really enjoyed HBO’s adaptation)
The Girl With All The Gifts by M.R. Carey (likely the only zombie stories that made me weep uncontrollably)
Girls & Sex by Peggy Orenstein (non-fiction: explores modern young women navigating sexuality and because I have a thing for loss of autonomy— it’s been a few years since I read it but there is discussion of sexual assault, but I appreciate the expanse of her research and even included a conversation with someone who is asexual)
Black Leopard Red Wolf by Marlon James (got a chill just typing this out— the audio book is exquisite)
You’ll notice some nonfiction because, as a historian undergrad, nothing scares me more than man. The battles of Leningrad and Stalingrad are particularly stomach churning. America’s Reconstruction Era is full of acted out malice and under taught in my opinion.
An Indigenous People’s History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz
The 900 Days, The Siege of Leningrad by Harrison E. Salisbury
Enemy at the Gates by William Craig
(On the other side of WW2 I have a book of the experiences of German solider’s left over from a paper I wrote on the inadequacy of Nazi uniforms and how it expedited their failure in Russia, Frontsoldaten by Stephen G. Fritz)
Stony the Road by Henry Louis Gates, Jr (one of my favorite authors, try finding “How Reconstruction Still Shapes American Racism” Time Magazine, April 2, 2019, I used it as a source for a paper on the history of voting rights)
Bloodstoppers and Bearwalkers— folk tales of Canadians, Lumberjacks & Indians by Richard M. Dorson (published around 1952 but content collected from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in the 40’s)
Raven Tells Stories: An Anthology of Alaskan Native Writing (I’m Alutiiq and the museum on Kodiak has a lot of stories recorded under Alutiiq Museum Podcast— my kids and I listen on Spotify)
I think the genre of horror is really mastering tension and playing on peoples fears which is why I included old school folk stories (An Underground Education had a great write up on the Grimm Brothers and the original fairy tales from around the world such as the Chinese and Egyptian Cinderella, as well as several different sections of funny tales, torture techniques, absolute weirdos etc etc) in this vein of thought The Uses of Enchanment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales by Bruno Bettelheim could prove to be useful
If you’re writing a character with Bad Parents— Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents and Toxic Parents (it has a longer subtitle but I don’t see my copy anywhere) might be able to help you shape character traits
I reached out to @littleredwritingcat who has a mind plentiful in sources who recommended
The Gathering Dark: an anthology of folk horror (I will be picking this one up asap)
Toll by Cherie Priest (southern gothic)
Anything by Jennifer MacMahon
The Elementals by Michael McDowell
#book recommendations#answered#is that my ask box tag? I never get them and forget everytime lmao#I feel like I should have prefaced this with how I’m just dipping my toes into horror myself#so I’d love to hear what other people are reading too!!!!
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