#henry pearl one shot
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Wrong Number
Summary: After a stressful week at work you send a booty call text to a guy you’ve met on Tinder, but it goes to the wrong person... and that person is your boss.
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Fandom: Henry Cavill
Pairing: Captain ‘Logan’ Syverson x Female reader (no race or size mentioned)
Wordcount: 3030
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Booty call, Dirty Talk, Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Doggy Style, oral sex (male receiving), Pearl Necklace
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Wrong Number
Fuck, it had been a day. Usually Fridays were ok if a little rushed, people wanting things before the end of the week and the weekend office shut down, but with your boss out of the office and out of contact all day it had seemed to bring the fuckers out of the woodwork. You had pent up aggression and you needed to blow off some steam. On the drive home you’d had an idea, and once home and with a measure of vodka sitting in the glass next to you, you crafted the text to the guy you’d already had one date with from Tinder.
Opening your phone you downed the last of the liquid in your glass before concentrating on the text;
‘My pussy needs you tonight. My place by 8pm or i’m heading out to the bar’
Scrolling through your contacts you hit Lukas Stevenson and hit send, setting it down on the counter before you made your way to the shower.
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Sy was waiting at the checkpoint of the military base as the MP’s went through his truck. This wasn’t his first rodeo for bidding for a military contract, so he knew that if tools came on base they had to have a full inventory list, and he was meticulous with his paperwork. It was just frustrating. It had been a long day. The meeting had lasted all day as they had negotiated terms of their contract for the biggest construction job his company will have ever taken on. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, he was used to spending his days in t-shirts and combat shorts, to spend the day in a white button down shirt with a tie and smart dress pants wasn’t his style, he’d usually only put on this kind of monkey suit if he was getting laid. He let out a quiet snort of laughter, there was next to zero chance of that happening tonight. At that very moment his phone chimed, pulling it out and reading the text message from his secretary; his eyebrows shot so far up his forehead he was surprised they didn’t pop off the top of his head.
“Logan Syverson?” The MP called his name as he entered the small checkpoint hut as Sy locked his phone screen.
“Yup, that’s me” Sy confirmed with a grin on his face, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
The MP set his keys on the counter and pushed the paperwork and pen towards Sy;
“All checked, just sign out and you’re good to go”
Still smiling from ear to ear, Sy signed the paper and grabbed his keys;
“Thanks man, you have a good evening”
“You too Mr Syverson”
The young grunt had no idea just how good of an evening Sy was about to have. Gunning the engine of his big truck, Sy peeled out of the base and hit the highway at 70mph, he was on a deadline to get across town.
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Putting the finishing touches to your makeup and hair, you stood in front of the mirror and admired your outfit - if you could call it that - adjusting the loosely tied short wrap dress, before flipping the skirt up and admiring how the miniscule thong panties barely covered anything and were little more than a few pieces of string. They did however frame your ass perfectly. Glancing at the clock it was 7.58pm, he had two more minutes to get there. You chose your heels but didn’t put them on, instead set them by the foot of your bed, if you had to go out you wanted to wear them for as short of a time as possible.
The guy from Tinder - Lukas - he was cute, and yeah your first date had been good and there had definitely been potential for more, but something clawed at your nerves about him. Perhaps you should just go out anyway, it was only one minute to go, was he the right guy? Absolutely not, but the one you really wanted was off limits. Perhaps…
The doorbell buzzed and it made you jump;
“Oh well, time for some dick” you muttered as you strode across the apartment and opened the door, your eyes going wide; “Sy!”
Standing on the doorstep was your boss, Logan Syverson, or as everyone called him; Sy. Before you could even process what had happened he strode into your apartment and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you flush with his body;
“Now that was a good text message you sent, made a shitty day absolutely better in just two sentences”
Suddenly everything made sense and you realised you’d sent the text to the wrong number, Logan being before Lukas in your phone book. But was it really the wrong number? Hell, he was your boss, he was meant to be off limits, but he wasn’t on your doorstep to berate you, hell, his face was inches from your own, his expression unreadable as if waiting for you to either say it was all a mistake or make a move. You chose the latter, taking his face in your hands as you stood on tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. This was the trigger that unleashed the beast.
With a growl Sy deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing between your lips and into your mouth, a low hum rumbling from his chest as he tasted you. With his free hand he swung it behind him and slammed the apartment door, before hoisting you into his arms and resting his massive hands on your ass. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your legs naturally entwined his waist, barely able to cross your ankles behind him due to the thick muscled trunk of his body filling the space between your thighs.
Sy broke the kiss, both of you breathless;
“Bedroom?”
“On the right”
In just a few strides he was in your bedroom and throwing you down on your bed, licking his lips as you bounced on the mattress, your dress riding up and your barely covered pussy on show. Towering over you he pulled at his tie, loosening it before pulling it from the collar, turning his already rolled up shirt sleeves one more time as he grinned at you;
“That is a very pretty piece of string you got there”
You coyly pulled at your dress, parting it even more as you spread your legs;
“You like it?”
“I’ve seen wider dog leashes”
“Ah, but they’re for dogs, this is for a sweet little kitty cat”
He got to his knees between your legs, running his hands up your thighs;
“I’ll be the judge of how sweet your pussy is”
He slid his hands to your core, pulling the tiny thong aside as you could feel his breath on your soaked petals, the anticipation of his touch hanging in the air, before he pushed his face forward and inhaled your scent deeply;
“Smell so fucking good”
His lips pressed a kiss to your folds, before pushing your legs further apart and running his tongue from your hole to your clit. There was no escaping the immediate intensity of it, you’d heard the crews at work joking about Sy’s reputation with the ladies and his prowess with his tongue, but it had never been something you’d thought you’d get to experience, and yet there you were, being sent to heaven thanks to your boss’s tongue pushing your pussy to new limits of pleasure. Grasping at the bedcovers you could feel yourself start to shake, the onset of an orgasm surging up on you as you were unable to stay quiet, squeals and gasps escaping your mouth before you came with a scream, grinding your pussy onto Sy’s mouth as he grunted and moaned whilst you convulsed on the bed.
As your orgasm died away he finally relented, pressing kisses to your stomach as his thick fingers fumbled with the tie to your dress, finally working the knot loose and enabling him to cup your breasts that were free of a bra;
“Such pretty titties. Have to stop myself from staring down those blouses of yours whenever you bend over and ask me to sign things, ‘cos the only thing i want to sign is that ass of yours with my handprint”
“Fuck… Sy… get up here”
Kneeling on the bed between your legs, he pressed one thigh to your core, the pressure and the rub of the expensive fabric against your sensitive cunt making you whimper. Your hands strayed, moving from his shoulders and down his arms, before pushing one between your bodies and letting out a gasp as you felt his meat, hard and thick against your stomach, still encased in its respectable confines. You pressed kisses to his face, fumbling at whatever clothing and button you could find;
“Need you naked… want to feel you… skin on skin…”
He backed off and shrugged out of his shirt, and for the first time you saw that his upper arms and chest were patterned with tattoos, and a thick layer of hair covering his chest and stomach that just yearned for your fingers to trace through. As your hand inched closer to his zipper he caught your wrist in his grasp, gently cradling it;
“Dress off and on your hands and knees”
You frantically scrambled to do as he said, pulling your dress off and tossing it onto the floor, giving you a moment to glance over your shoulder and admire Sy’s physique as he carefully stepped out of his smart shoes before taking the rest of his clothing off. As he stood behind you in full glory it was hard to comprehend how amazing he looked, from his wide shoulders and thick chest, muscled ass and thighs, to the thick dick that swung hard and turgid against his thigh. He rubbed it gently with one hand as he grabbed your chin with his other hand, pulling you into a sloppy kiss before releasing you and pressing you down until your hands were on the covers. You heard him shuffling as he got to his knees, both of his massive hands on your ass as he peeled the tiny thong down your legs, before grasping handfuls of your ass cheeks and pushing his mouth to your core.
His tongue was everywhere, tasting you again as he worked you into a frenzy, pulling away just as you were starting to clench around nothing, and that’s when you felt it, the thick mushroom head of his dick pressing against your cunt, before he moved and ran it the length of your slit, dousing himself in your juices before it was back at your entrance and this time pushing in, splitting your walls open with his girth.
The feel of his thick meat parting your velvet channel almost sent you over the edge, your walls not used to such girth. He went slow and steady, with the confidence of a man that knew he was blessed but also knew how to work with what nature gave him. You felt his hand run down your stomach to your pussy, lightly rubbing circles on your clit to help relax you. He rocked his hips back and forth, easing the way as your pussy grew used to the intrusion. It didn’t stop your leg from trembling, something Sy picked up on immediately;
“You are doing so well cupcake, just relax for me, you can do it. I know its a lot to take the first time, but in time you’ll be a pro at taking my big dick in this tight little kitty cat”
His voice was low and soft, calming as your body felt like it was going to scream, but with his slow and gentle efforts as he warmed you up;
“That’s it cupcake, i bet you don’t even realise you’re moving with me now, do ya? Your pussy is so wet and juicy, taking me so well”
His arms moved again, this time circling your torso to pull you up to kneeling, his hips working a long slow arc as he fucked you from behind, his lips on your neck as his beard tickled your shoulder. His thrusts got hard, faster, your cries getting higher before you slipped, falling down face first on the bed and taking Sy with you.
Somehow he stayed inside you, your bodies connected as you lay face down and prone on your bed. He carefully moved, never pulling out as he moved to straddle your thighs, his strong arms caging you in before he set off at a brutal pace, fucking your tight pussy with renewed vigour;
“So fucking tight” he cursed, the loud slap of his adonis belt against your ass almost echoing around the room; “... love watching your ass bounce, look at that jelly jiggle”
The slap slap slap of skin on skin was unmistakable should anyone be walking by the apartment, but you didn’t care, he was hitting all the right spots and you were about to cream all over his dick. As if reading your thoughts Sy angled his next thrust just right and hit the jackpot, the smooth curve of the underside of his crown sliding deliciously against your g-spot and you came with a silent scream, shaking around him as your body went tight and pleasure flowed through your body.
Sy had slowed down, before he pushed up on his hands and knees, pulling out and turning you over.
“What are you… what are you doing?” you panted out as you were still trying to catch your breath.
“A pancake ain’t done till it’s been flipped on both sides” and with that he hooked your leg over his hip and slid home, filling your still quivering walls before he set off with powerful thrusts.
Holding his face in your hands you pressed a kiss to his lips, grinning up at the beast above you as he stuffed you with his fat dick, your wetness now coating your inner thighs and running down to form an obscenely sized wet patch beneath your ass.
With each thrust you could feel every ridge and vein that ran the length of his dick, the fat girth stretching your walls to elicit endless pleasure, and his heavy balls slapping against your ass each time he thrust into you. Pushing himself up onto his arms, Sy widened his stance to push your legs further apart so he could go deeper, immediately finding your pleasure spot and making your eyes roll back in their sockets.
“Such a good girl for me… love watching those titties bounce…” to emphasise his words he put just a little more power into the end of each thrust, your breasts jiggling in response. With a grunt Sy glanced down between your bodies to where you were joined together; “Fuck… you gonna cum one for time for me cupcake?” not waiting for a response he slid a hand between you and rubbed at your clit as he thrust into you, sending you over the edge as you clung to his arms as you came for the third time.
“Fuck, so fuckin’ good, where do you want it?”
High on endorphins your subconscious answered for you;
“In my mouth Sy, i want you to cum in my mouth”
He quickly pulled out, fisting himself as you moved to your hands and knees, opening wide for him just in time as thick ropes of cum came spurting out, covering your face and breasts. Leaning forwards you took his purple heart shaped tip into your mouth and oh so gently sucked, causing a strangled cry to sound above you;
“Holy fucking hell, ah fuck SHIT”
One final spurt filled your mouth before Sy’s legs buckled and he collapsed on the bed, your limbs turning to jelly as you did the same. As you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, a massive arm wrapped around your torso and pulled you to a heavily tattooed chest;
“Not tapping out on me there are ya’ Cupcake? Gotta be ready for round 2 in a couple of minutes”
You peered out of one eye and saw Sy grinning at you before he nodded down the bed. Following his gaze you saw that his dick was already starting to stir and come to life again.
“I’m screwed”
He pressed a kiss to your cheek;
“In the best possible way… oh, got a little sumthin’ on your face there Cupcake”
He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a towel you’d not hung up after your shower, carefully wiping off his cum from your face before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose;
“Good as new. Now how about you climb on and show big Sy how good of a cowgirl you can be”
It was going to be a long night.
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You woke face down and drooling into your pillow, your naked ass uncovered, the sounds of your neighbours usual Saturday morning routines floating in through the open window. As you came to the scent of pancakes started to hit your senses, at which point you tried to move and your entire body reminded you of the extended rough fuck session you’d had the previous night with your boss, Sy.
Swinging your legs over the side of the bed you stood and were reminded of how sticky your inner thighs were and smiled at the snippets of memories that floated into your mind. Staggering to the doorway you glanced into the kitchen to see your boss standing in just his boxer briefs as he cooked a stack of pancakes. Hearing movement he turned and grinned;
“Mornin’ Cupcake”
“I’m… i’m just gonna go freshen up”
“Perfect, then get your ass back into bed, i made you pancakes and you’ve got something i wanna eat for breakfast”
You grinned, let out a little sigh, and resigned yourself to the fact now that you were fucking your boss you could probably get away with sleeping at your desk, as the weekend was going to be far from restful.
#captain sy x reader#captain syverson#syverson x reader#sy x reader#henry cavill#henry cavill fanfic
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Look out, it's time for the Potted Fanon History of the one, the only...BRUCE WAYNE!
Bruce, 8: His parents were shot dead by [Someone/Joe Chill/the Mafia] outside the theatre in Park Row where they just saw Zorro. Kneeling in blood, pearls, etc etc.
Bruce, 8: Jim Gordon was the cop who responded to the scene and took care of Bruce.
Bruce, 8: Alfred takes custody of Bruce and they live in the Manor together.
Bruce, 12-16 (optional): Bruce attends school with people like Oliver Queen and Lex Luthor (at a boarding school), or Zatanna and Harvey Dent (at a regular Gotham school). Bruce is known as the cryptid who hides in the library reading forensic pathology textbooks in his free time.
Bruce, 16-18: Bruce finishes school and embarks on a Secret World Training Tour. Highlights of the Tour definitely involve the League of Assassins and probably several nameless monks. Bruce may have an intense homoerotic relationship with Minhkhoa Khan. The following individuals may be namechecked but are unlikely: [Shiva, David Cain, Henri Ducard, Richard Dragon]
Bruce, World Training Tour Edition: Bruce will first meet Talia at this time, and they may get married/conceive Damian. Do not look at the timeline too closely.
Bruce, early-mid 20s: returns to Gotham, is reminded that he is scared of bats. "Yes father, I will become...a Bat!"
Bruce, early-mid 20s: has encounter with An Individual (name varies, solidifying to 'Red Hood' these days as everyone's hung up on Jason) in the ACME Chemical company vats, the other person falls into the chemicals. The Joker is born hahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Bruce, mid 20s: meets Superman and Clark Kent, they simultaneously figure each other's identities out. Shortly after they form the Justice League with Wonder Woman.
Bruce, mid 20s: Bruce goes out for the night to see Haly's Circus when it visits town. Graysons fall, Bruce sees crying kneeling Dick Grayson and immediately imprints on him and takes him home.
Bruce, mid 20s: Dick Grayson becomes Bruce's Ward (TM). Dick also becomes Robin. They swear an Oath (TM) by candlelight to "fight together against crime and corruption and never to swerve from the path of righteousness!" (Actually I don't think the words of the oath are that well known but I couldn't help myself)
Bruce, mid 20s: has many undetailed adventures with Dick. I cannot reinforce how big a blank hole this period is.
Bruce, early 30s ish: Bruce runs into Talia and sleeps with her again (as written by people who CAN count to 10)
Bruce, 30s: Dick gets injured during a fight. Maybe with Joker, maybe with Two-Face, quite possibly with no details. Bruce tries to ground Dick for his own good. Bruce and Dick have a big fight over Dick being an adult now and you can’t tell me what to do. End result: Dick is no longer Robin and moves out (to Blüdhaven). Bruce immediately sulks.
Bruce, 30s: Batman parks his Batmobile in the middle of Crime Alley and comes back to find the tyres being jacked. The teenager attempting this then hits Batman with a tyre iron. Bruce, missing Dick yelling at him, is immediately charmed and takes Jason home and proceeds to instantly adopt him and make him Robin.
Bruce, 30s: Bruce learns about classism from Jason. Bruce Wayne, a man with the biggest charities running in Gotham, years of criminology experience and who travelled the poorest parts of the world in his quest for training, had never contemplated that poor people commit crime because they’re poor and the laws are against them. This rocks his world.
Bruce, 30s: Bruce fails to call Dick to tell him about his new adopted Jason!Robin. Dick comes over to have a screaming match with Bruce in the Manor/Cave about this. These will be a regular feature of Jason’s entire time as Robin.
Bruce, late 30s: Felipe Garzonas occurs. Bruce accuses Jason of killing Garzonas. Bruce will shortly feel intense guilt for this.
Bruce, late 30s: Jason runs away to Ethiopia and is blown by the Joker in a warehouse. Bruce arrives just out of time, to find Jason's body. He is devastated and blames both himself and Jason. He takes Jason's body back to Gotham where there is an autopsy. Joker just disappears with no trace.
Bruce, late 30s: gets more and more violent in his despair over Jason's death. Tim comes to him to explain why Batman is going off the rails and offers to be Robin.
Bruce, middle aged (don't look too closely): Bruce accepts Tim as his new Robin, however insists they are Just Coworkers. He may still be suicidal at times. He probably calls Tim 'Jason' by accident. He insists he never wants to be close to another child again.
Bruce, middle aged: Bruce comes face to face with Bane, who Breaks His Back (TM). Bruce then recovers. This is a very important moment, however any details of the recovery or who was Batman in the interim are unknown. Good job, Gotham healthcare services set up by Thomas Wayne!
Bruce, middle aged: Bruce becomes worried about Tim's parents (as he's reluctantly become attached to Tim). They are never around, which is how Tim manages to be Robin. They are definitely neglecting him. They might be abusing him! Bruce either fosters Tim because of his terrible neglectful parents OR Janet dies and Jack ends up in a coma and Bruce fosters Tim. Either way, Bruce becomes Tim's guardian.
Bruce, middle aged: there's a new crime lord in Gotham called the Red Hood. Batman must track him down. Bruce discovers that this is Jason. Jason begs for Bruce to kill the Joker to avenge his death and Bruce refuses because He Has A Code. Bruce throws a batarang at Jason's neck and slits his throat.
Bruce, JLA edition: at some point Bruce made some Protocols, or possibly some Killer Robots, just in case someone else on the Justice League goes evil. The rest of the Justice League find this out, due to this situation going wrong and the plans being activated by something. Everyone on the Justice League gets very upset with Bruce.
Bruce, middle aged: at some point Bruce adopts Dick and Tim and Cass. Details of when or where are scanty. They're his kids now. Everyone moves into the Manor (except Dick, who visits from Bludhaven every weekend to see his siblings).
Bruce, middle aged: Talia drops Damian off on the doorstep. Bruce now has a (biological) son! Unfortunately Ra's Al Ghul wants to steal his body. Damian must be protected.
Bruce, middle aged: dies. How does this happen? What are you, a cop? Fortunately Bruce being ultraprepared for anything including incipient death, he has left extensive notes about who deals with what when he's dead. Dick gets custody of Damian (but only Damian). Tim gets Wayne Enterprises.
Bruce, middle aged: returns from being lost in time (not dead). Thanks, Tim. No I will not return to being the main Batman in Gotham or take back Wayne Enterprises, it's time for me to travel the world and create Batman Incorporated in every nation on Earth!
Bruce, middle aged: eventually returns home and moves back into the Manor. Damian is now his Robin. Everyone else may still be living in the Manor, may have moved out because of Sad Conflict Drama because Tim feels like he's Just A Coworker or Cass is In Hong Kong. Dick may or may not return to Bludhaven now.
Bruce, middle aged: begins to reconcile with Jason, because he finds out about Jason's Pit Rage and trauma. Jason promises to use Rubber Bullets or to just shoot people in the knee, and says he will patrol Crime Alley because nobody else understands it and the people inside it like him. Bruce is just fine with this.
Bruce, middle aged (Damian edition): Damian dies. Bruce is extremely distraught about this due to his trauma over Jason and immediately works to hunt down a way to resurrect Damian.
Bruce, middle aged: meets Duke and seeing another teenager who is trying to fight crime, immediately brings him home to foster/adopt.
Bruce, Good Dad edition: at some point Bruce has Seen A Therapist and gotten Therapy. He is now completely au fait with the latest things you read online about complex PTSD and is sorry for the hurt he has ever caused any of his children. He goes around talking his children down from disassociation and panic attacks and nightmares. He wraps them up in weighted blankets and watches TV shows You Like with them. He has a new Ace, who is a Therapy Dog for Trauma. When someone has a bad night the entire family sleeps in his giant bed as a sleepover. He is completely focused on the mental health of his children.
Bruce, Bad Dad edition: Bruce has punched Dick/Jason/Tim/Damian (choose whichever set you want) in the face and accused them of not following orders. He has rages and demanding expectations on everyone. Multiple of his children can no longer put up with it any more. He does bad things to them and says it's for their own good.
Bruce, currently: Bruce is a Good Dad! Everyone is either living at the Manor or stays over after patrol regularly. They have regular movie nights. Bruce is actively running Wayne Enterprises. If he sees an unattached teenage vigilante anywhere he might adopt them and bring them home too! He looks after all the associated Gotham vigilantes and does not know what money is worth. This is hilarious as he tips 3000% or whatever on every purchase.
Bruce, currently (alternatively): Bruce is a Bad Dad! After failing his children nobody wants to be near him and he needs to apologise to all his children so they forgive him. Bruce has left Damian for Dick to raise all by himself (that's ok, Dick is really Damian's adoptive dad) and Tim to struggle with the pressure of being a high school dropout CEO of Wayne Enterprises. He is fighting with Jason over the One Killing Rule and won't compromise, even to kill the Joker, despite Jason desperately wanting that proof that Bruce loves him more than he loves the killing rule.
Bruce, currently: Bruce is dating one of Selina, Talia, Clark or Minhkhoa. Whichever on this list he is dating, he would never ever consider getting with Selina and/or Talia again (delete whoever necessary).
#potted bat fanon histories#apologies for the delay but Bruce took some effort#additions for this edition are welcomed#bruce you have done everything (and nothing)
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⋆˙⟡♡Angel Dust NPT (+ identities)♡⟡˙⋆
°˖➴ Self Indulgent
°˖➴ Themes of Angels, Spiders, Guns, Drugs, Lovecore, and Sexuality/Hypersexuality. More masc/neu in namesake
ᝰ.ᐟ Names:
All the names come from different origins, please do your own research first
AK, Abaddon, Adam, Adonis, Alex, Alexander, Amadeus, Amado, Ammo, Anansi, Ange, Angel, Angelo, Ant, Anthony, Aya, Aziz, Bren, Bruce, Cael, Caliber, Cancor, Candy, Caradoc, Cass, Castiel, Cat, Charlie, Chris, Christofer, Cody, Colt, Conor, Corwin, David, Davon, Didier, Dimitri, Dragon, Drake, Emanuel, Engel, Erasmus, Eros, Evan, Evangelical, Evangelos, Flower, Gabriel, Gagamba, Gohma, Gossamer, Habib, Hachi, Hariel, Henry, Howitzer, Hunter, Javan, Jay, Jelly, Kafziel, Kat, Kemuel, Kevin, Kongulo, Kumo, Lennon, Lev, Lex, Love, Lover, Luv, Magnum, Malach, Max, Merimange, Michael, Michelangelo, Mike, Missulena, Mogg, Mortar, Ocho, Oliver, Orifiel, Otto, Pearl, Pin, Raguel, Ramiel, Raph, Raphael, Raziel, Ricochet, Rocha, Rogan, Sam, Samuel, Sicarius, Sig, Spider, Sten, Sun, Sunny, Taranto, Thompson, Tom, Tommy, Trey, Upendo, Uriel, Uzi, Valentine, Vallo, Vel, Velvet, Widow, Winchester, Wolf, Xa, Xander, Yael, Zadkiel, Zerachiel
ᝰ.ᐟ Pronouns:
Order is like he/him/his
a/arro/arrogas
ange/angel/angels
angel/angel/angels
arro/arrogant/arrogants
bite/bite/bites
bug/bug/bugs
bull/bullet/bullets
bullet/bullet/bullets
de/dem/demos
dr/drug/drugs
drug/drug/drugs
eight/eight/eights
ge/gem/gems
gem/gem/gems
gun/gun/guns
h*/h*m/h*s
he/heart/hearts
heart/heart/hearts
hi/high/highs
high/high/highs.
hx/hxm/hxs
hy/hym/hys
love/love/loves
lu/lust/lusts
lust/lust/lusts
luv/luv/luvs
poi/poison/poisons
poison/poison/poisons
pri/pride/prides
pride/pride/prides
ro/rose/roses
rose/rose/roses
ser/sera/seras
shoot/shoot/shoots
spi/spider/spiders
spider/spider/spiders
thou/thee/thy
tom/gun/tommyguns
✂️/✂️/✂️s
❤️🩹/❤️🩹/❤️🩹s
🃏/🃏/🃏s
🌹/🌹/🌹s
🍁/🍁/🍁s
🍃/🍃/🍃s
🍆/🍆/🍆s
🍈/🍈/🍈s
🍑/🍑/🍑s
🍒/🍒/🍒s
🍷/🍷/🍷s
🎬/🎬/🎬s
💊/💊/💊s
💋/💋/💋s
💌/💌/💌s
💐/💐/💐s
💝/💝/💝s
💨/💨/💨s
💵/💵/💵s
📹/📹/📹s
🔞/🔞/🔞s
🕊️/🕊️/🕊️s
🕷️/🕷️/🕷️s
🕸️/🕸️/🕸️s
🚬/🚬/🚬s
🥀/🥀/🥀s
🩷/🩷/🩷s
🪢/🪢/🪢s
🪽/🪽/🪽s
ᝰ.ᐟ Titles:
A Thousand Kisses, Angel as High as The Sky, Angel of Sex and Drugs, Fallen Spider, One Winged Spider, Sinful Angel, Spider of Sinful Thoughts, The Angel to Be, The Gun-slinger, The Lust-filled Spider, The One to be Redeemed, The One who Shot Through Your Heart, The One with Hidden Guns, The Pink Spider, Trigger Happy Angel/Spider, [PRN] Who Gives [PRN]self to Pleasure, [PRN] Whose Love is Clouded by Lust, [PRN] of Many Limbs
ᝰ.ᐟ Genders:
Each first letter links to the og post
Addictgender, Angeldustcharic, Angelhigh, Deangelgender, Bleedheartic, Consciloveic, Dualweilgunic, Fallenlovic, Genderhigh, Gunbelsic, Gunmasc, Haurancute, Heartchocoboxic, Hypersexdemon, Hypersexgender, Hypersexspiderdemon, Hypersexulenel, Hypersexulidemon, IRDUtagged, Ingeluse, Invispiheart, Lexespideric/Spiderlexic, Loserbabysongic, Lovecorefreakbitch, Lovecoriboy/Lovecoridian, Lovecorimasc, Nightmaritrippic, Paradoxicangelic, Pinkshadowic, Poisonsongic, Rospixelvalentinic, Seroanus, Spiderinjection, Spiderthing, Spiwebtanglen, Succuangeliyn, Sweetheartgoric
ᝰ.ᐟ Labels:
Each first letter links to the og post
AFeMAB, ASpiAB, Alderarachne, Alderarachnid, Alderlovecorian, Angelsuccuallion, Angelsuccuvior, Ariaperspesque, Fallevior, Gunxper, Hypersexuvesi, Lovecoreaestelic, Loveperspesque, Lovevildernic, Lustintent, Sexvesil, Spidervesil
This was my first ever ID pack thing, it was surprisingly fun
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pearl buttons: an analysis of barb possibly having powers
Barb may have had powers. This isn’t the full analysis on it bc im gonna go over it in detail in the vanishing of Will Byers analysis, but let’s take a look at all of this!
First of all, this is some pretty tiny stuff, but Barb and Henry/Edward’s shirts are pretty similar, especially when looking at them from a distance. Barb’s shirt is also a VERY similar style to Robin’s Pennhurst shirt, right down to the same ruffles and bows- and who do they visit at Pennhurst? Victor Creel, tying Barb to Henry/the Creels yet again.
Barb’s shirt, much like Robin’s Pennhurst shirt, also has pearl buttons- Henry’s buttons aren’t completely pearls, but they ARE pearlescent rather than matte white, connecting Barb and Henry’s shirts in yet another way. As well, Barb has her lightning bolt binder- not only do we see Henry being struck by lightning repeatedly, but electricity, as I’m sure we’re all aware, is constantly associated with people who have powers, with things like the lights flickering and the fact that powers and gates affect electromagnetic fields. We can also see that Barb was not only bleeding from her nose, just like El and Henry (even out of the same nostril), but also bleeding out of her ears, which is something we see consistently when El used her powers.
Vecna was possibly trying to use Barb to open a gate just like how El opened the mothergate- how, though? By appearing as a demogorgon. Because it’s confirmed in s4 that he knew that El opened the mothergate when she was scared by the demogorgon, and that Vecna wanted to open his own gates, and so, it would make sense for him to go after other people with powers and attempt to replicate what happened with El, in the hopes of opening another mothergate, which would explain how Will and Barb got into the UD (they opened temporary gates, but didn’t end up opening a full mothergate).
The shot of Barb seeing the demogorgon behind her is IDENTICAL to the shot of El seeing the demogorgon in the void except for one detail- the egg behind El’s demogorgon which is an enigma all on its own and is something I still need to think on. Why parallel Barb’s vanishing to El opening the mothergate, right down to both of them not only having the same bloody nostril, but also having the same sort of smear pattern on the blood, if not to indicate that Barb also had powers and opened a gate because she, just like El, was scared by the demogorgon?
And I talked about this in a reblog awhile ago, but looking at the way that Barb spits out water (much like El in s2 after she awakens in the UD version of hawkins middle school), where else have we seen somebody drown/have water down their throat? Heather. Heather was shown drowning in the void, and when Barb sees the demogorgon, we don’t see any sort of background behind the demogorgon despite the fact that there’s elements of the harrington house and pool that SHOULD be visible. It seems like people who are forced into the UD by Henry, such as Barb and El and Will end up coughing up water, unlike people who go into the UD willingly via a portal- which makes me wonder if Henry is dragging them through the void/they end up going through the void when they open a portal. We even see El fall through the void in s3 into Billy’s memories, and we also see Nancy fall through the void into Henry’s memories/her vecna vision in s4.
It’s just really interesting to me that Barb is paralleled to both Will and El, and that we don’t know how she got into the UD or why her nose and ears were bleeding. It’s difficult without being able to compare her to other victims, as she’s the only S1 victim that we actually see in the UD, but the parallels are definitely suspicious, and Barb having powers would explain the blood and how she got to the UD and why she was targeted & details like the lighting bolts on her binder.
#stranger things#byler#st analysis#Barb holland analysis#barb holland#st costuming#Barb holland costuming#robin Buckley costuming#henry creel costuming#barb has powers
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parent for hire
i'm back with a new chapter! i missed last week but here it is, part two!
i owe everything to @kmomof4 and you all deserve to know it! hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter Five - Misthaven (Part Two)
word count: 12,214 words
rating: Teen and Up
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Being back in civilization felt like a whole different world even if their journey aboard the Black Pearl had only lasted four nights. At sea, it was easy to pretend that nothing else existed except the vast blue horizon and the seagulls. Now, the noise of the port town brought them back to reality. It especially reminded Killian of their mission.
He and Emma helped Will and the crew dock the ship while Henry thankfully stayed safely seated by the wheel keeping Mr. Gibbs company. More quickly than he expected, they dropped anchor and everyone aboard cheered over their return home. Killian smiled at their joy. His eyes found Emma and her smile in the warm sunlight was breathtaking.
“Will!”
“Papa!”
Shouts from the crowd were ignored by the crew but not by their captain. The gangplank had barely been dropped before two figures ran aboard. The crew smiled at the seemingly familiar sight as Will ran towards them and embraced them tightly.
Killian could only see the woman’s dark blonde hair, as her face was hidden in Captain Turner’s neck and a small brown head in between the two adults.
Henry walked to his side and held his hook.
“They missed him.” His voice was quiet and wistful and Killian felt for the boy. He knew how hard it was to watch happy families around them and know that they had none. He could only hope that he and Emma could give Henry at least a taste of what he wished for.
“Aye.”
“I have our things.” Emma interrupted the heavy moment, handing over Killian’s satchel while fixing her own across her body. “We should get going.”
“Can we at least ask Captain Turner if Henry and I can play? Just for a bit?” Standing between them, Henry shot them his most effective weapon - his pout.
“Henry,” Killian sighed. “I’m sure they want to spend some time together alone after so long apart.”
“But-”
“It just so happens,” Will interrupted Henry’s argument with a smile, “that my wife has planned a feast to celebrate my return. It would be a shame to waste so much food on just the three of us.”
Henry’s pout was gone and a wide, brilliant smile took its place as he looked at Killian and Emma pleadingly.
The two adults looked at each other.
Killian shrugged. He wasn’t too keen on losing a day where they could make progress on their journey, but he was tired and the thought of a home-cooked meal was calling to him. Emma sighed and rolled her eyes, an exasperated smile making an appearance. It was clear she didn’t want to be the bad guy who would refuse such an invitation.
Besides, he could see that she thought the same as him.
“Are you sure?” Emma asked, looking at Will.
“Very.”
Emma held eye contact for a second, looking for a lie, for doubt. Finding nothing, she turned to Henry with a smile. “You’re a lucky kid, you know that?”
Henry’s smile grew wide and he hugged Emma tight. “Yeah, I do.” He hugged Killian next. “Thank you.”
Will smiled. “Come, I’ll introduce you.”
Henry Turner had a front tooth missing and he proudly explained that it was his first one. He was in fact three years younger than Henry, who boasted about his grown-up teeth, having lost his last one a month prior. Instead of jealousy, as might have been expected, the younger Henry seemed even more excited about his future grown-up teeth.
Killian was introduced as Jones and Emma as Swan, while the boys were excited at their shared name. Will presented his wife as “his Swann” but Elizabeth had corrected her husband, despite her blush, that she was in fact Elizabeth Turner. Their shared smiles were loving and Killian looked away from the tender moment.
The six of them walked together through the village, doing their best to avoid the crowds and the confusion while keeping the two boys in their sights.
It filled his heart with joy to see Henry acting like a child. There were times where Henry almost felt like another adult, already hardened by the danger they were in, having had to grow up much too fast. But now, laughing and running alongside the Turner boy, he was just like any other boy. He glanced at Emma and found her sharing his expression and smile.
He hoped this break would do them all some good.
The Turners lived in a cabin by a cliff overlooking the sea. It looked old but well cared for. A home.
“That’s the kitchen window. I was there when I saw Papa’s ship on the horizon!” the Turner boy pointed out eagerly.
“Yes, and you almost left the house in your skivvies!” Elizabeth mock-scolded her son and they all shared a fond laugh.
Once they were inside the cabin, an offer of a bath was extended to the visitors. Despite their reluctance to take advantage of the Turner’s hospitality, they accepted on the condition that they be allowed to help with the meals, to which Elizabeth reluctantly agreed.
As they did during their stay with Elsa and Anna, Killian and Henry insisted Emma use the bath first. Henry was far more interested in playing with Henry and his wooden ship than bathing anyway.
Killian watched, as subtly as he could, as Elizabeth handed Emma soft towels, some clothing and a soap. Their eyes locked and he inhaled deeply between his partly opened lips as a soft blush tinted her cheeks.
For an instant a picture of Emma in a bath invaded his mind, her skin pink from the hot water, the scent of rosemary and lavender from the soap Elizabeth gave her filling his nostrils. His chest tightened and he turned away and pretended to appreciate the cabin instead. Those were definitely dangerous thoughts and he’d do well to shut them down. As he turned away, he missed the way Emma’s eyes widened and she bit her lip before she moved to the other room.
The boys’ loud laughter broke him away from his reverie and he thankfully had the quick reflexes to catch a wobbling vase from a nearby end table as they ran past. Accident averted.
“Careful, Henry!” he called out only to be ignored as they ran to the younger boy’s room. Killian caught Will’s smile and crossed arms. “Apologies, he’s usually quieter.”
“My Henry is the same.” Will waved away his apology as he approached to stand next to him. “I think each other’s company will do them good.”
He knew that Henry needed to be taken somewhere safe. They were supposed to follow Cygnus to Avalon and then Henry would be safe. But here and now, with the boys’ carefree laughter filling the Turner home, Killian felt guilty over taking him away from this.
“I agree,” Killian sighed. “But we really must carry on our journey in the morning.”
Will nodded, understanding clear in his expression, even if Killian recognised the disappointment hidden beneath. He felt the same.
“You know where we live. You all have an open invitation.”
“Why are you doing this for us?”
“Why not?” Will winked before heading towards the kitchen where his wife was calling for him.
Could it really be that simple?
They’d only known each other for four days. How could Will trust virtual strangers enough to bring them into his home? With his family? How could he be so open and selfless?
Will didn’t seem the kind of man to have had an easy life. Killian recalled his kinship with the ship captain. He knew there was something about him that he could trust and maybe that’s how Will felt about them. Maybe there was something inside they all just recognised in each other. Maybe they had met for a reason.
But Killian wasn’t well versed in talks of destiny and fate.
Emma returned from her bath. She looked more relaxed than before. Her hair was tied into a wet braid that fell over her shoulder and her cheeks were still pink, from the hot water he suspected. She wore a gown lent to her by Elizabeth.
It fit her well. It was a simple gown, a soft lavender color. Elizabeth was slightly taller than Emma and so the skirt almost hid Emma’s bare feet. She was nothing if not practical and pulled up the sleeves from where they reached her palm. The neckline wasn’t plunging by any means but, after so long covered by her armor, Killian couldn’t help but notice it exposed her collarbones.
It was a lovely domestic sight, if he was honest. Perhaps too in tune with his thoughts of family and a seaside cabin. But it still took his breath away, making his heart hammer in his chest. A desire rose up in him to reach for her, hold her, make her laugh and pull her into a slow dance in the middle of the room.
Emma turned to him. He hoped his thoughts weren’t so clearly visible in his eyes but he couldn’t look away. Killian smiled and she returned it instinctively. What a sight. Killian caught his breath.
“The water will be getting cold soon.” Emma broke the silence, the red of her cheeks deepening.
“Perhaps Henry should go first,” he suggested, not ready to leave her presence.
“I think he is doomed for a cold bath.” She grinned shyly and he mimicked her action, his eyes tracing her round cheeks. “You go, I’ll try to get his attention while you do.”
They chuckled and he tried to keep his eyes from following the movement of her lips for too long. When he looked back into her eyes, she was watching him and he felt her warm touch on his arm.
“We have a towel for you, Jones.” Elizabeth interrupted, handing him his own towel. Killian noticed a shirt and a pair of trousers on top and he rushed to grab the bundle. “These are Will’s, I think they should fit you.”
“Thank you very much, Mrs. Turner,” Killian smiled. “You’re far too kind.”
“And you, are a charmer.” She tapped his cheek with a smile. “Now, go, before the water gets cold.” She waved him away before leaving the room again.
Killian winked at Emma who shook her head amusedly as he walked away.
The still hot water felt like heaven on his sore muscles. It had been four grueling days at sea and it felt particularly satisfying to spend at least a few minutes relaxing in the moist heat. Not wanting Henry’s water to be cold, he hastened to clean himself.
The clothes smelled washed - not that he was surprised - and felt soft. Thankfully, they fit him perfectly. The white shirt was loose over his shoulders and the sleeves hid his brace. The trousers were made of soft fabric and stopped at the ankles. He was glad the warm weather allowed him to stay barefoot.
“Just another minute.” Killian heard Henry’s whine once he exited to the corridor. Smirking, he followed the boy’s voice.
“In a minute the bath will be cold, Henry,” Emma informed the boy and Killian watched as she placed her hands on her hips. The younger Henry sat cross-legged on the floor holding onto the older boy’s sleeve. “You’ll be back in no time.”
Killian couldn’t help but imagine this domestic scene as a possibility for them. A house near the sea, toys scattered all over the floor, perhaps another child for Henry to play with. Another dangerous thought.
“But, we were playing pirates.” Henry had never been this difficult before, but then again, he had never had the opportunity. “We were about to defeat the kraken.”
“Yeah!” Little Henry agreed, holding up a roughly hand-carved octopus.
“Come on, lad.” Killian decided to intervene. “The quicker you go, the quicker you can come back to play.”
“But-” Henry looked between the two adults with pleading eyes before groaning in defeat. “Alright…” He turned to his playmate. “I’ll be right back.”
Hastily, Henry stood from the ground and grabbed the bundle Elizabeth had already prepared for him before running to the room Killian had just left.
“Make sure you scrub! With soap!” Emma shouted after him before the door closed. She sighed before looking at Killian, defeated. “This is going to be the quickest bath on record.”
Killian let out a bark laugh and Emma chuckled, as well. A huff of impatience from behind them caught their attention. They looked to find Little Henry with his elbows on his knees and his head on his fists. A perfect picture of childish agony.
“He’ll be back in no time, lad,” Killian reassured, crouching in front of him and pointing to his toys. “Why don’t you tell me about your crew?”
He thought he felt eyes on his back, aware of Emma’s presence still in the room, but he made a conscious effort to pay attention to the boy’s enthusiastic explanation, instead.
As expected, barely enough time for a thorough washing had passed - only minutes really - before Henry returned to the room. His hair was wet and he was wearing clean clothes. It was really all they could ask for. Elizabeth had found some hand-me downs that she had been mending and saving for when her Henry was grown that fit Henry like a glove. They were a similar combination of a shirt and trousers that matched Killian’s clothes.
Just like at the Agrabahn tailor, he felt a twinge of pride at the similarity.
The boys were playing again in no time, and Emma and Killian were being actively ignored. Wanting to make good on the deal they’d made with their hosts, they headed for the kitchen to help with their meal, bringing their clothes in with them.
“I can put your clothes on the line for the night,” Elizabeth offered, holding out her arms.
“No, please,” Emma countered. “You’ve done enough, we’ll do it.”
Brown eyes clashed with green in a battle of wills that Killian found immensely entertaining to watch.
“Alright,” Elizabeth finally conceded, crossing her arms. “I’ve already put Will’s out so just put them next to his.”
The domesticity continued once they were outside. Between the calmness of the task and their shared smiles, it was like their journey had hit a pause and they were free to be… well, free.
Back inside, they helped with dinner while Will tended to the garden in the back of the house. Killian could see tomatoes were ready for picking. While he cut the vegetables, Emma kneaded and cut the dough into rolls.
“Where are you two headed tomorrow?” Elizabeth asked from where she stood by the stove.
Killian and Emma shared a look before answering.
“We’ll try to find some manner of transportation in the village,” Killian said, letting his thoughts go to Roger and hoping that he and Elsa and Anna are alright. “We’re heading east.”
“Be careful on your way,” Elizabeth warned. “Try not to cross too close to Misthaven.”
“How so?” Emma asked.
“The kingdom has been abandoned for a long time and a powerful witch placed a spell around it,” she explained. “It doesn’t sound good. Just be careful.”
“We will,” Killian reassured her, finding Emma’s gaze. It felt wrong to add another lie to their relationship with the Turners, but it would do no good to worry them. Besides, they already had more than enough experience with witches.
Will walked through the kitchen door with a basket under his arm. “We should have potatoes soon, my love.” He kissed Elizabeth’s head before placing the recently harvested vegetables on the counter.
“Thank you, dear.” She returned his loving gaze.
Finished with her task, Emma handed the tray of rolls to Will so he could put them in the oven, before joining Killian and helping with his task. Their hosts moved seamlessly in the kitchen, completely in sync, soft and happy smiles directed at each other every time they crossed.
Killian hated to admit it, but his chest tightened with jealousy at the sight.
“How long have you lived here?” Emma asked, curiously even as she purposefully avoided looking too long at the couple.
“Almost a decade?” Will answered, looking to Elizabeth for confirmation.
“We got married and wanted a family,” she agreed, a fond smile curving her lips. “We moved here and repaired this house.”
“Thankfully, we were finished by the time her belly was so big she couldn’t move,” Will teased, receiving an elbow to the ribs from his wife.
“Why here?” Killian asked.
“We came from Port Royal, a few miles south from here,” Will answered. “It was close enough to home while still being safe.”
“We had to leave after we were sentenced to hang,” Elizabeth added with a hint of bitterness in her tone. But it wasn’t her tone that had Emma and Killian looking at them with shock and worry. Will noticed and allowed a small smile to escape.
“Elizabeth was captured during a pirate attack on our town,” Will explained. “I joined another pirate to save her. It didn’t exactly go as planned.”
“Yes, almost dying was never in the plan.” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at her husband who raised his hands defensively.
“We survived, didn’t we?” She rolled her eyes and Will grinned.
“Barely, Jack had the worst plans and we were even worse at following them.” Her tone was fonder now, even if still exasperated.
“Aye.” Will sighed now, a mournful look in his eyes. “Jack became a friend along the way but he was still a pirate, and Port Royal wasn’t very fond of them. Because of that, he was imprisoned and sentenced to hang the next morning.”
“They really liked to hang people, huh?” Killian joked, with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Will laughed and Elizabeth smiled wryly behind him. “Thankfully, we were able to save him and he escaped. We owed him that much.”
“Unfortunately, because of that, we were deemed traitors and they wanted to arrest us.” Elizabeth stirred the pot a bit too strongly, until Will’s hand found her arm.
“Jack returned the favor and took us away from Port Royal. We stayed aboard his ship for a couple of years.” Will fell quiet with those words, and Emma and Killian looked between the couple for the rest of the story.
“He died during an attack by an old rival. We managed to get the ship to safety but he didn’t make it,” Elizabeth continued in a quiet voice. “He passed the ship onto us.”
“It has been ours ever since. Once we decided to settle down, I decided to pull away from piracy. The Black Pearl is now a merchant ship.”
“We are thankful for the crew, too. They were Jack’s first but they cared for Will and were more than happy to make this change with us.”
“It all worked out, then,” Emma commented quietly, like she didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“I think,” Elizabeth began with a smile, “that we worked hard to be where we are. We lost our home and we made a new one. We had hope. And it was worth it.” Will smiled back, placing a soft kiss on the back of his wife’s hand.
“Mom!” The younger Henry called from the stairs. “Where are my swords?”
Elizabeth put on a faux-exasperated expression as she stood in the doorway. “I’ll be right there, baby,” she called before turning back to the other three. “Wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.”
As he had suspected, the Turners were very similar to them. They had also lost their homes. Lost friends and family. But still they persevered. It was impressive to say the least.
Dinner was a merry affair. Never had Killian laughed so hard in his life. They traded stories, as best they could with the near constant interruptions from the two boys. The older Henry proved to be as charming as ever and the younger was adorably funny. While Will had been relaxed during their journey, it was a whole different story while at home. He was no longer the captain, he was just Will. He wondered if there was such a distinct difference in himself.
“This meal was delicious, Mrs. Turner,” Killian complimented as he sat back in his chair.
“Agreed,” Emma nodded, her hand holding her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this well.”
Elizabeth waved away the compliments. “It was nothing special, but thank you. And please, call me Elizabeth.”
They smiled and spoke at the same time. “Thank you, Elizabeth.”
She smiled and grabbed the dishes. “Please, allow us.” Killian stopped her hand, standing up.
Emma nodded. “It’s the least we can do.”
“If you insist.”
Together, they took the dishes back to the kitchen leaving behind a big discussion over which game to play now that they finished eating. Standing side by side, they worked together to do the washing up.
By accident, Killian bumped Emma’s hip as he moved. By no accident at all, she bumped back with a wide smile.
“You’ve been doing that a lot,” Killian commented, earning him an inquisitive look from Emma. “Smiling,” he clarified, a smile on his own face.
“Oh.” She looked down at her hands self-consciously but he bumped her hip one more time to bring her attention back to him.
“I like it,” he confessed, in a lower voice. “You have a beautiful smile.”
“If this is you trying to get me to go easy on you for whatever game they choose, you are going to be very disappointed,” she informed him, her eyebrow raised at him pointedly.
“Come now, Emma. Have I told you a lie?” He raised his own eyebrow with a smirk.
She looked into his eyes intently and he couldn’t look away. Her smile grew soft and she shook her head. “No, I guess you haven’t.”
Killian was sure to have sore cheeks for the rest of his life from the way she made him smile. And he would gladly suffer it a million times more if it meant that he would be able to see her smile back at him. A beautiful smile, indeed.
“Do you know how to play crazy eights?” Henry asked from the doorway.
“Aye.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re on my team,” he announced. “We are so going to win.”
They watched Henry excitedly go back to the others.
“Does he know that crazy eights don’t have teams?” Emma asked.
“Apparently not,” Killian answered with a grin.
To everyone’s surprise, Henry Turner won the game. Killian suspected his father had given him a hand but he had also been trying to help Henry win so he wouldn’t cast the first stone.
So much excitement for one day had the boys yawning by the end of the game. The fire was hot, the food had been fantastic, and Killian longed for a warm bed at this point, too.
Of course, not even the boys’ clear need for sleep was able to stop them from wanting just one more game. Just one more story.
“What about you two sleep in Henry’s room and I sing you a song until you fall asleep?” Elizabeth suggested to the tired boys.
The younger Henry quickly grabbed the bigger Henry’s arm, excited. “Yes! Mama sings the best songs, you have to hear it.”
“Are you sure?” Killian asked, holding out his hand. Henry was their responsibility, after all.
“Of course,” she quickly reassured. “I do it every night for mine and we all know they won’t want to be apart for a second.” She then turned to the boys. “Why don’t you start getting ready for bed?”
Killian had never seen Henry so excited to go to bed. As the boys rushed down the hall, he heard the younger Henry’s quiet question.
“Does your Mama sing you songs?”
From the corner of his eye, he watched Henry glance at Emma. “Yeah. She sings good, too.”
“You two can sleep here.” Elizabeth caught their attention as she rose from her chair. “Will will help you,” she added before following the boys. “Goodnight.”
They watched as Will moved some cushions around on the couch. “This is quite comfortable, I’ve actually slept here a few times before,” he reassured them with a wry grin. Emma and Killian laughed, even as a hint of discomfort shone through on Emma’s countenance. “I’ll grab you some blankets and pillows.”
They were left alone and Elizabeth’s soft singing reached them from the boys’ room. He caught Emma’s gaze and he saw the same emotion reflected in her eyes.
“We don’t both have to sleep there,” Killian offered, quietly. “I can sleep on the chair.” He gestured towards the grand chair in the corner.
“They think we are married, they expect us to sleep in the same bed.” Emma’s tone was determined but was undermined by the way she hugged herself around the waist.
“I don’t care about what they think.” His tone brooked no argument. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
A small, relieved smile broke on her face and her arms loosened. “It’s just sleeping, I can handle it.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
Maybe she had been worried that he’d take advantage of the situation. Despite her proclamation of trust, it was clear that was something very new to her. Maybe his own wishes for her comfort had been enough to reassure her. Maybe it didn’t matter.
He had no plans whatsoever to take advantage of her, nor was he only pretending to care. She could probably see all of that in his eyes. If he could read her, then he would assume the opposite also held true.
Will placed the pillows and blankets on the couch.
“Will you be alright?” he asked.
“More than,” Emma reassured him.
Will nodded. “Goodnight, mates.”
“Goodnight,” they said at the same time.
They were left alone. The singing had quieted and he assumed the boys had fallen asleep. A door down the corridor closed and they were left in silence.
“You first,” Killian offered, trying to keep his nerves out of his voice.
“Yeah, okay,” Emma mumbled, grabbing one of the pillows and settling on the left side of the improvised bed.
Once she did, he opened the blankets and helped her cover herself and the still empty side. He laid down next. The couch, while admittedly comfortable, wasn’t too wide. Even with Emma laying on her side, she was still near enough for him to feel her warmth.
The silence stretched between them.
“It’s strange not to have Henry with us,” Killian commented, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.
“Yeah,” Emma agreed. “That and no stories.”
That made him smile and turn his head to her. “Do you want me to tell you a story, Swan?” he teased.
“No,” she answered, with a smirk. “Besides, there are no stars.” She gestured towards the wooden beams of the ceiling.
“That’s true,” he agreed, glancing at the ceiling for a second before turning an innocent smile towards her. “I guess you should sing me a song then.”
That seemed to surprise her as her grin widened. “I’m not going to sing for you.”
“Oh, but I thought that was the deal,” Killian argued, matching her smile. “No stars means that you sing a song.”
“You are not a child, Jones, so no song for you.” She pointed at him, her finger dangerously close to his nose.
He pouted, even if it was ruined by his grin. “Not even a small one?”
She pressed her lips together to hide her smile, albeit unsuccessfully, and shook her head.
“Guess I’ll have a terrible night, then.” He sighed, defeated as he looked back up to the ceiling.
“Don’t be so dramatic.” Emma rolled her eyes, cushioning her hands under her cheek.
“Fine, fine.” He turned his head to her, his eyes soft. “Goodnight, Emma.”
“Goodnight, Killian,” she whispered back, closing her eyes.
Just like the night before, it took a long time for him to fall asleep. He was acutely aware of her presence at his side, her warmth, her slowly deepening breathing and how close she was. They had never been this close without a 10 year old boy between them.
He dared to watch her in the dying firelight for only a few seconds. He watched the curve of her lips, the shape of her brow and the fluttering of her lashes. His fingers tingled with the urge to touch her cheek, to feel the softness of her hair, to pull her against him.
He pushed it all aside. That wasn’t good form and his brother would have surely cuffed his ears for such ideas. He closed his eyes and tried to put it all away.
And, just like the night before, his dreams were all of her.
---
He was warm. The fire should have been out by now. The sun was shining in his eyes and there was something tickling his chin. Finally opening his eyes, he discovered the source.
Emma’s head lay on his chest, half of her body over his. Her leg had tangled with his and her hand lay on the exposed skin of his chest. His left arm was wrapped around her waist and if he was remembering correctly, his right hand had been over hers.
This wasn’t good.
Actually, it was fantastic… But no, it was not good.
He quickly lifted his left arm away from her, hoping to make their position more innocent, but the movement made her stir. He held his breath. He felt the difference in her breathing as she woke up. He really needed to breathe at some point.
He gave her a moment to get her bearings. Maybe he could pretend that he was still asleep and grant her the illusion of his ignorance. No such luck. Her sharp inhale was followed by her quick disentanglement. She pushed her hands against him and the couch, her arms taut, jostling both of them. He could only look up into her wide eyes.
“I-I-” She stuttered and he watched as she tried to come up with an excuse, any reason to be tangled up with him.
He could help. He couldn’t bear to see her so distressed.
“It was a small bed,” he offered in justification. “I’m glad you weren’t uncomfortable.”
“Hmm, yeah.” She nodded, still a little slow in the morning. “Not enough space.”
“No need to worry, love.” He flashed her a grin. “I’m not complaining.”
Killian had hoped his teasing would be well-received, like last night. But Emma’s panic was palpable and her hand still lay on his chest. He hoped this didn’t ruin any progress they had already made.
“Why don’t I give you some time?” Killian offered, gesturing down the corridor.
Emma’s eyes bore into his own for a moment before she nodded, finally removing her hand from his chest. He tried not to mourn the loss of her touch.
Killian stood up from the bed and took a step towards the corridor before turning back to her. “I won’t speak of this, Emma, not unless you wish to.”
Her eyes were still wide where she sat on the couch and he nodded, finally moving away. He could still feel the warmth of her body, the ghost of her touch.
As he left the room, he thought he heard her whisper. “Thank you.”
---
The boys were awake by the time Killian returned to the living room, effectively ending the quiet in the seaside house. Which was not a bad thing at all. After so long, running away from villains and all sorts of dangers, it felt good to be around such innocence and joy.
Unfortunately, they did have a mission and they had already lost enough time. Henry had managed to win another hour with Little Henry with Will and Elizabeth’s offer to break their fast together. As well as their offers of supplies.
How they had gotten so lucky he didn’t know.
Emma had avoided his gaze until they all sat at the table together. Killian had tried to keep his more dangerous emotions bottled up, wanting to help calm her down, wanting to reassure her of his promise.
It seemed to have worked. She smiled.
Slowly but surely, their relationship returned to normal. There was still a hint of hesitation in her, but when she smiled, he counted that as a win.
Leaving the Turners was hard.
For Henry especially, but they had all formed such a deep connection with each other. He would miss Will’s reassurance and fun, Elizabeth’s strength and care, and young Henry’s innocence and cheer. But they did have a mission.
“Remember,” Henry told the younger one with a serious expression, “If the kraken escapes-”
“I’ll call Davy Jones to come get him,” Little Henry finished with a serious nod. “Just like you taught me.”
Killian wasn’t too proud to admit that the sight made him emotional. The boys had bonded quickly and he was loath to separate them. He would also miss the domesticity of the Turner home.
It took a while to separate the boys and Killian ended up promising to return as soon as they could. He hoped it was a promise he could keep. Henry looked at him with hopeful eyes and he sensed Emma’s disapproval. They were all reluctant to leave.
The gloomy cloud over Henry’s head was displayed prominently even after they silently made the hike back down to the village. Now, if only they could find a horse, or a carriage.
Emma’s head was covered by her hood once more and he tried to keep his eyes away from the dark green fabric while they began their search. He didn’t notice the growing distance between them and the boy.
“Oof!” he heard Henry exclaim. From a distance, he saw Henry with his hands on a horse’s side. Could he have bumped into it? Thankfully, he’d kept his feet under him. As they got closer, an older woman appeared from the horse’s opposite side, a concerned look on her face.
“Are you alright, dear?”
“Yeah,” Henry answered, a soft smile on his face as his hand reached for the animal’s head where it was nuzzling him. “I guess I didn’t see your horse.”
Killian reached where Henry stood at the same time as Emma.
“We’re so sorry about this,” Emma apologized, placing her hands on Henry’s shoulders. “We lost him for a bit, there.”
“No problem at all, dear.” The woman smiled kindly as she rubbed her thumb over Henry’s cheek. “Just let me know if you folks need some help.”
“Do you know how to get to Misthaven?” Henry asked, too quick for his companions to stop him, his focus on the calm horse.
“As a matter of fact,” the woman answered. “I’m headed that way myself.” She gestured to her carriage.
Well, this luck of theirs was getting ridiculous, Killian thought. By the look on her face, Emma seemed to agree.
“My name’s Johanna,” the woman introduced herself. “I’d be happy to give you a ride.”
“We really don’t wish to impose,” Killian tried to decline as politely as he could. The woman seemed fairly non-threatening but they surely couldn’t trust another stranger.
“You wouldn’t,” Johanna reassured. “It’s a long trip by foot and I would appreciate the company and the help. I’m certainly not getting any younger.”
Killian looked at Emma. He wasn’t too eager to make the trip by foot or spend what little coin he had left on transportation, but it couldn’t be this easy.
Emma looked intently at the woman. “How do you know you can trust us?”
“I don’t.” Johanna shrugged, without a waver in her smile. “But you look like you need help and if I can help such a sweet little boy, I will.” She touched her index to Henry’s scrunched up nose. “Besides, I have no riches and you don’t seem the type to harm someone for something so small.” She gestured towards her old carriage.
“We don’t,” Henry shook his head. “We only fight villains.”
Killian chuckled nervously. “We’ve been traveling for a long time, we’ve seen all sorts of people along the way,” he tried to explain.
“I bet you win, don’t you?” Johanna grinned at the boy.
“Yeah, we always do!” Henry matched her grin.
“Come on, then.” The woman raised to her full height, a good foot shorter than Killian, urging them to follow her to the carriage. “There’s no time to waste.”
Emma kept her hands on Henry’s shoulders preventing him from following the woman, nervously looking between Johanna and her companions. Henry looked up into Emma’s face.
“Are we really trusting her?” she asked. “Doesn’t it seem strange that we were this lucky?”
“She’s not a villain, Emma, she’s just nice,” Henry protested but Emma was more focused on Killian’s assessment.
“We have to be practical, Swan,” he tried to reassure. “She is right, we need the transport and I think it’s safe to say, she is relatively harmless.” Killian watched how Johanna moved things around in the cabin of the carriage. “You can stay inside the carriage with her and Henry while I drive.”
Emma looked into his eyes for a moment before nodding. He trusted her to keep Henry safe, she knew that. Despite his belief that they would be safe, they both knew they had to be cautious.
“Okay, yeah…” Emma nodded a few extra times for emphasis, her hands clenching and unclenching on Henry’s shoulders. The boy’s head landed on her stomach so he could look at her with a smile. “You’re right.” She returned it.
“Can we go now?” Henry asked, his gaze still on Emma’s. “I think I smelled something sweet from inside the carriage.” His small body began shaking in excitement and Emma’s smile widened.
Killian cursed her hood for not letting him see the entirety of it.
“I should have known you’d be easily charmed by candy,” Killian teased with a fond smile.
Henry’s put-upon innocent smile made them laugh. He felt eyes on them and he turned to see Johanna look at them with a fond smile. “Are you folks ready?”
“Yeah!” Before they could stop him, Henry rushed inside the carriage with Emma following close behind.
“I’ll take the reins,” Killian told the older woman.
“Of course, dear.” Her smile was full of understanding as she climbed inside the carriage.
The horse was black. It reminded him of Roger. Killian took his time to stroke his head before sacrificing one of the apples the Turners gave them to it. After a pat on its forehead, he took his seat with the reins safely in his hand.
“Hi!” Henry’s loud exclamation startled him and it was only thanks to his careful hold that he didn’t drop the reins.
Turning around, he found Henry’s head framed in a small window of the carriage behind him, a wide smile and laughs sounding from behind him. He couldn’t help but smile back.
“If I keep this open, we can still talk!” Henry pointed out, stepping aside from the opening for him to see Emma sitting in the middle with Johanna on her left and an empty seat on her right that likely belonged to Henry.
He found Emma’s eyes and even in the shade of the carriage and of her hood, he could still see her bright smile towards Henry. And when she finally turned her smile towards him, well… he was glad to have an unlimited source of air.
“That’s a great idea, lad.” Killian smiled, focusing on Henry. “Take a seat, my boy! Adventure awaits!” He winked at him before turning back to the road ahead. He heard his excited giggle and he ignored any strange look he got for the wide smile on his face as he urged the horse forward.
---
The Maritime Kingdom was just as beautiful and peaceful as he first thought. On their first day there, they had only seen the port and the limited sights of their hike to the Turner’s home but now, their path took them through the town.
It was a fishing town, of course. The smell of fish and sea and salt wafted through the streets. There were men and women shouting about their fair prices for quality products and children running up and down the streets happy and free.
It would be a good place to settle down. To start a family.
Killian shook those thoughts away for what felt like the millionth time.
He directed the horse along dirt roads out of the town, where houses became sparser until there was only a calm forest, beautiful and colorful flowers lining their way, following Johanna’s map. There were birds and squirrels in the trees and he thought he saw a deer between the far away bushes.
Henry had, in fact, been right. Johanna had an abundance of sweets that she gladly shared with them. They looked and tasted delicious. But not even the tasty sweets were able to quiet Henry - the journey so far had been filled with him telling everyone about his and Henry Turner’s adventures. He was glad he was keeping to more innocuous topics.
They stopped by a river to fill their canteens and have some of their rations to eat. The water was clear and reflected the equally clear sky. As Killian crouched on the river bank, he felt a prickling on the back of his neck. The water reflected a dark figure above in the sky. When he arched his neck to see it, it was gone.
Perhaps he was tired.
He was pulled back to the group by a loud laugh. Henry’s. Killian quickly looked at them to see Henry with his trousers rolled up to his knees splashing water onto Emma who was in exactly the same position, the water hiding her bare legs and her grin just as bright as the boy’s.
“We should arrive at Misthaven tomorrow,” Johanna called his attention from his companions, smiling fondly where she had also noticed Emma and Henry’s shenanigans.
“We’ll make camp tonight,” Killian offered, a last look at his companions before storing away their belongings.
He didn’t notice Johanna’s help. “They are quite precious, aren’t they?” He whipped his head towards her. “I can see you love them very much.”
His eyes went to the laughing duo unconsciously. “Hmm.” He cleared his throat. “I care for them.”
Emma looked up and caught his eye. His heart pounded against his chest, and his throat resembled the Agrabahan desert. Killian was losing count of the times her mere gaze produced such a profound reaction from him. He smiled, the grin widening when Henry, catching Emma distracted, kicked water at her. He laughed as Emma grabbed Henry by the waist and pulled him into her arms, tickling him mercilessly. His laughter echoed over the clearing.
Killian could just see from the corner of his eye Johanna nod with a fond smile. Maybe her words weren’t so far from the truth.
“We should carry on!” Killian called out over their sounds of joy.
The resuming of their journey had Emma and Henry trying to tickle each other’s bare feet until they had finally dried enough for them to slip on their shoes. Their laughter filled his heart with longing.
“Wow,” Henry gasped from the side window of the carriage. “What’s that?”
Making sure the road ahead was clear, he turned to look at where Henry was pointing. It was a large clearing, unassuming at first. A closer look told him that the ground wasn’t just barren, it was dried up, as if a great body of water had been there before. A glint out in the middle of the empty basin made Killian wonder if the sun was reflecting off just a small bit of leftover water. It was hard to imagine a lake of this size completely dried up.
“That,” Johanna answered, her voice sounding from next to Henry’s, “was Lake Nostos.”
The name sounded familiar but it had been a legend at best, decades old.
“It was, once upon a time, a great lake. It was said to be able to cure curses.”
“What happened to it? There’s no water.”
“The lake was protected by a siren, who had been cursed never to leave it. But, about three decades ago, someone killed the siren and the lake dried up.”
“Oh.” Henry’s quiet word was loud in the small carriage. “Why would someone do that?”
He heard shuffling in the back seat. “Some people abuse the good of the world, Henry,” Emma spoke softly. “All we can do is try and protect what we can as best we can.”
He thought of how pertinent her words were to their situation and he wondered if she realized it. She probably did. Knowing her, she probably said it for that purpose alone.
“Yeah, that’s what heroes do,” Henry said confidently.
Henry thinking of them as heroes wasn’t new. It was true that he had done a lot more good in the time he’d been with the boy than in the past 10 years, but…there was still much to atone for. Killian hoped Henry understood, that for him, he would try to be one.
Thankfully, conversation quickly moved towards easier subjects. Johanna used the moment to ask Henry more about his heroic adventures while staying with the Turners and the boy was more than willing to tell her all about them.
The boy knew how to tell a story and had them laughing in no time. Killian welcomed the laughter.
Especially as the forest became darker. As they carried on, there was less noise. He had grown used to seeing and hearing the birds around them but they dwindled to nothing as they rode along. The trees were less alive. The flowers less colorful.
He tried to chalk it up to the approaching night, but even he knew it felt unnatural.
As soon as the sun set, he decided to stop. He had never been afraid of the dark, but he was carrying precious cargo now. He stopped at a clearing off the dirt road. They were quick to build a fire, not only to warm them against the cold night but also to chase away the darkness.
The feeling of being watched that had followed him from the river had only intensified.
“Johanna,” Henry called from where he had curled up against Killian’s chest - he had wanted to keep him close. “Do you know any stories?”
Killian and Emma smiled. The night became a little less dark.
“As a matter of fact,” Johanna smiled fondly, tightening the blanket around her, “I do. Have you heard of the Princess and the Shepherd?”
He heard Henry’s gasp before he saw his surprised expression. “I have! Killian told me that one before.”
“I’m not surprised.” Johanna smiled at Killian. “It is one of the most famous stories in the Enchanted Forest.” Killian nodded in recognition.
“Yeah,” Henry continued, glancing at where Emma leaned against a tree next to him. “He told us about how they fell in love and lived happily ever after after defeating the Evil Queen.”
Killian watched Johanna thin her lips, her eyes shifting away from Henry’s face. By the way the boy’s shoulders tensed, Killian knew he noticed, too.
“Did they not live happily ever after?” he asked in a small voice, looking between the adults.
“Well, they were happy,” Johanna began. A vicious protective instinct surged up in him as he tightened his arm around Henry and hoped that the older woman wouldn’t keep talking. He wasn’t so lucky. “But unfortunately, it wasn’t ever after.”
Henry shot sad and slightly accusatory eyes at Killian. He didn’t know what to say.
“Not everyone knows this part of the story,” Johanna defended, bringing Henry’s attention back to her.
“Can you tell it to us then?” The boy asked determinedly. Killian looked at Emma and he felt her nervous energy match his.
“Hmm.” The older woman looked between the other two adults before landing on Killian. He nodded, knowing the boy’s curiosity wouldn’t be sated if she didn’t. “Sure, sweetheart.”
“As you know, the princess married the shepherd.” Johanna sat back comfortably, warming her hands by the fire. He felt Henry burrow against him. “They managed to thwart the Evil Queen’s plans and there was peace for a while. They were happy.”
“Then the good news spread, the queen was to have a child. An heir for the kingdom.”
Misthaven was a mystery to all. A kingdom so deserted that the news that there had been an heir told him that this story was not going to have a happy ending. He pulled Henry even closer to him.
“On the heels of the happy news for the kingdom, dark murmurs began to spread of the Evil Queen’s return.” Killian heard Henry’s soft inhale of breath. “There were rumors of a dark curse that she planned to unleash on the kingdom. A curse that would destroy everyone’s happiness.”
“Why was she doing that?” Henry’s voice was quiet, a question asked almost to himself.
“The Evil Queen believed that the princess destroyed her chance at love when she was a young child, around your age.”
“Do you think she did it?”
“No,” Johanna’s tone was incontestable, a strength to her belief that niggled at the back of his mind. “She was kind and caring, she would never do such a thing.”
“Then why did the Queen think she did it?”
“Sometimes,” Killian answered in Johanna’s stead. “people let themselves be changed by grief.” He spoke from experience.
He felt Emma’s eyes on him and when he turned to her, he saw a quiet understanding fill them. He wanted to hold her hand, feel her touch on him, an extra helping of reassurance. Henry, feeling his turbulent emotions, tightened his hold around his torso.
“Didn’t the princess try to explain what happened?” Henry asked.
“She did, but the Evil Queen refused to see reason,” Johanna answered. “She blamed the child for her lover’s death.”
Henry sighed. Johanna stopped for a moment. He knew Henry always looked for and saw the best in people, believed that everyone deserved redemption, but given what they’d seen of Misthaven so far, Killian knew there was no room for believing in second chances in this story.
“Okay.” The boy nodded. “The Evil Queen didn’t believe the princess and tried to kill her…” He took a deep breath. “Now, the princess is going to have a baby.” He looked at Johanna, urging her to continue.
The older woman smiled kindly over at them before nodding.
“The kingdom was in celebration, after so many years of worry and danger, there was peace and calm and hope for the future. Even with the Evil Queen’s new threat, the royals wanted to keep hope, and wanted to keep believing that they would defeat her once more.
“They had a baby girl,” Johanna’s eyes shifted for a moment. “There was a grand celebration in the kingdom. The festivities lasted for a week. Everyone was happy and hopeful.”
“And then the Evil Queen showed up,” Henry surmised in a low tone.
Johanna’s nod was sad, a burden he hadn’t recognised before. “She did, she threatened the whole kingdom with her curse and the queen and her prince searched for a solution, something to save them all.”
“Years before, they had managed to imprison a dark sorcerer.” Killian shivered instinctively at Johanna’s words, the memories of a heart turning to ash forefront in his mind. “They went to him for help and he told them that their baby was the answer, that she would be the one to save them. But they had to destroy the curse, or else there would be nothing to save.”
“They made a deal with the sorcerer.”
“Why would they do that?” Henry asked, shocked. “Don’t they know dark magic is bad?”
“They were desperate,” Johanna explained, a somber look in her face. “People can do crazy things for love.”
“Did they trust him?”
“Nooo, absolutely not,” Johanna continued, drawing out the negative to make her point. “They knew he would want something in return, and they were prepared to give it as long as it meant keeping their daughter and their kingdom safe.”
“How did they do it?” Emma asked, finally speaking after sitting so long in silence.
Johanna’s smile softened as she looked towards Emma for a moment, a tenderness in her eyes that surprised him. He couldn’t help but think that there was something behind that smile, something important.
“The sorcerer asked them only for a hair from each of them and to keep his presence in the dungeons a secret.”
“That seems too good to be true,” Killian commented.
“They thought so, too.” Johanna nodded. “They were told that it was possible that the hairs were a way to concentrate the magic of their True Love, a magic that was as powerful as it was rare. And they assumed he wanted to keep any enemies from finding him. His cage kept him powerless and while not in danger, it did leave him vulnerable.”
“Did they accept it?” Henry asked.
“They did. They each handed him a single hair from their heads and placed a protection spell around his cage. He then told them what to do. He told them how the curse looked and where to find it.”
“How did he know?” Killian asked suspiciously.
“They didn’t ask. I believe he had something to do with it. The queen and her prince didn’t waste time with such considerations, they needed to act fast.”
“What was the plan?” The boy’s quiet voice asked from his cocoon within Killian’s embrace.
“They separated. While the princess distracted the Evil Queen, her prince destroyed the curse.”
“Did it work?”
“Yes.” Johanna’s smile didn’t take away from the sadness in her eyes. He wondered if Henry could see it, too, or if he was just too tired. Killian’s eyes met Emma’s and he knew she noticed. “They destroyed the curse but the Evil Queen still managed to get to them.” She took a deep mournful breath. “We found out the next day that she had killed them when she appeared in the courtyard with their bodies.”
Killian’s hand rested over Henry’s head, the boy’s body impossibly close to him, hoping to give him some support. There was a moment of silence and Killian focused on Henry’s breathing, looking for any indication of distress.
“What happened to the baby?” Emma asked, her arms around her knees.
“She disappeared.” Johanna looked down at the ground. He could feel the shame and guilt overtake her - he had enough experience with that. “I was tasked with guarding her, along with a group of their best soldiers.” She took a deep steadying breath. “I don’t know what happened, but, before I knew it, the soldiers and I were waking up from the ground and the crib was empty.”
“Someone took her…”
“We looked everywhere. I heard her cry. It was coming from outside. I thought I was going crazy because I could have sworn I saw a dark figure flying away, the cries going with it.
“I couldn’t stop it.” Johanna was crying now, likely reliving those moments all over again.
Killian watched as Emma reached out a hand towards Johanna’s arm. At the contact, Johanna looked up, their eyes meeting. The older woman’s eyes filled up with determination and relief.
He felt Emma’s nervous energy, a soft discomfort to the strength of Johanna’s emotions.
“What happened to Misthaven?” Killian asked, interrupting the moment between the two.
“The Evil Queen took over,” Johanna answered, wiping away her tears and focusing on him. “It is a desolate, ruined kingdom. Some escaped, looking for peace. Many tried to fight, many lost, many were forced to serve her. But many still fight to this day.
“The ones who still fight believe that the child will return to them. That she will save them.” Johanna’s eyes glanced towards Emma. “I am one of those people.”
“How long has it been?” Henry asked, his voice hushed and tinged with tiredness.
“28 years since we lost them.” Johanna sighed, for the first time in their journey, she showed her age, the burden of time catching up to the spry older woman she had seemed to be.
Killian noticed Emma’s frown as she looked towards the ground, a look of concentration on her face, confusion and denial. He ached to comfort her.
“You were close to the family then?” Emma’s eyes were blank as she looked up at Johanna. He could feel the spark of determination in her, a need for answers.
Johanna nodded, a quick flash of understanding in her eyes. “I was the princess’ caregiver since she was a child. I watched her grow up, it was like she was my own.”
Henry’s body felt heavier against his, his steady breathing against his chest and his arms loosening around him. The boy was falling fast asleep. Carefully, he ran his hand up and down his back, hoping to grant him some comfort even in sleep.
“And you did the same for their daughter, didn’t you?”
He watched Johanna’s throat work as she swallowed, her smile sad and her eyes widening. She nodded.
“So you know more than you say.” Her tone grew accusatory, a hint of desperation in it.
“I-” She stopped, taking a deep breath. “Her name was Emma.” He felt the air spark around them. “She was barely half a year old before she was lost to us.”
“What do you remember of her?” Killian asked in a quiet voice.
Johanna closed her eyes. “She had light green eyes, like her mothers, and there was a waft of light hair on the top of her head. She was so small but she would grasp onto your finger with an unbelievable strength.” There was a smile on her face and Killian watched as tears began to form in her eyes. “She loved it when we spoke to her, you could see her little eyes following you. She would fall asleep to her mother’s singing.”
There was a shine of tears in Emma’s eyes and he saw it: the lost girl who was so afraid to hope. His hand clenched as he restrained himself from reaching for her, knowing that Henry’s presence on his lap wouldn’t allow it. The boy shifted but remained asleep and Killian took a deep breath to center himself.
“She was born in the winter, on a very cold night. I remember wrapping her up tight in the blanket Granny Lucas knitted for her.” Her eyes remained closed, lost in the memory. “It was white and soft and it had her name knitted in blue yarn. She-”
“It wasn’t blue,” Emma interrupted, her hands shuffling around a piece that he recognised as her blanket. He hadn’t noticed her removing it from her satchel. “It was purple.”
Johanna’s eyes widened as she laid eyes on the knitted piece Emma had turned towards her. Killian saw her hands shake as she looked at it for a moment longer. When her eyes found Emma’s, there were tears streaming down her cheeks. A look of hope that seemed to take Emma’s breath away, even if he could still see the caution in her.
“I knew it was you.” Johanna’s voice shook, her smile wide and emotional. “When I saw you, I just knew it. You have your mother’s chin, and eyes, and you look so much like your father.”
Emma held her breath, obviously trying to stifle her emotions.
“I wanted to be sure, I didn’t want to trick you or lie to you. But it is you.”
With the piece of the blanket on her lap, Emma wrapped her arms around herself. It was obvious that she wanted to push aside Johanna’s emotional response, focusing on getting her answers, on not letting hope take over.
“So my parents…they’re gone?” Johanna nodded. “They didn’t abandon me, then.”
“No, Emma.” The older woman’s voice shook, the emotion getting the better of her. “They fought to give you a future, to allow you to grow up in a world without this evil hanging above your head. They were hoping for a victory. They had started planning your first birthday celebration.” Her smile was overwhelmingly sad.
“Why didn’t they stay with me? Why didn’t they let someone else fight instead?” The anger in her tone, the resentment, were on full display and Killian longed to hold her, comfort her.
“I asked them the same thing, my dear,” Johanna sighed, understanding. “They felt like it was their fault, it was their kingdom and they needed to fight for it. They were confident they’d be successful and they’d come home to you again.”
“They were reckless.” Emma sat back against the tree, her eyes angry.
“They were hopeful.”
There was silence after that. He watched, powerless, as Emma struggled with these strong emotions. She seemed relieved to have answers, to know what happened, but he could also see the way she resented them, thought it was their fault she grew up alone.
He understood. He felt her distress like it was his own.
“I think we should get some rest.” Killian spoke quietly, hoping to interrupt the moment. “We have a long day tomorrow.”
“Yes,” Johanna agreed, discreetly wiping away her tears and wrapping herself tighter in her blanket. “We should follow the boy’s lead and recover our strength.” There was a soft smile on her face that didn’t completely hide the tornado of emotions in her eyes.
Emma simply nodded, turning towards Henry’s back. He watched Johanna turn to the opposite side. His eyes found Emma’s, sure she could see the concern behind them.
She nodded at him, the corner of her lip pulling up in an attempt at reassurance. He appreciated it more than he could express. He smiled back at her, hoping to show her his support. She understood. Of course she did.
He wrapped the blanket tighter around him and Henry and watched Emma do the same around herself. She closed her eyes and he made an effort to rest as well.
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Emma was the first to wake the next morning. A rare occurrence but Killian assumed the complicated night before had something to do with it. He could see her from his spot against the tree as she tidied up their things in the carriage. He didn’t think Johanna was asleep. She was too still and he thought she might be too lost in thought.
Henry was still asleep against him when Killian woke up. He had felt him stir and squirm during the night and decided to let him rest as much as he could. It wasn’t long before the boy stirred awake. Killian was still as he looked around, realizing where they were.
“Killian?” Henry whispered in a hushed tone.
“Aye, lad?”
“Is Emma okay?” The boy raised his head still keeping close to him.
“I hope so,” Killian sighed, looking towards the hooded figure by the horse. “I think it’s been a tough night for her.”
“Did Johanna tell you anything else? I think I fell asleep.”
Killian smiled fondly, the tip of his hook touching the tip of Henry’s scrunched up nose. “She did.” He worried if he should be honest or if he should leave it to Emma. “She told us about the baby, do you remember it?”
Henry nodded looking around. He wondered for a moment what was going on inside his head as he spent a few minutes studying his surroundings. Then Henry spoke, in a tone that didn’t beg any doubts.
“Emma’s the baby, isn’t she?”
“Why would you think that, my boy?”
“I have noticed that, this whole trip we’re on, has been leading us to important places.” Henry sat up, next to Killian against the tree. “It led us to Emma. It led us to Elsa and your last link to Liam, and now it’s leading us to Misthaven where a baby has been missing for a long time. I think Johanna was right and their lost child has returned to save them. Emma.”
Killian smiled fondly as Henry caught his breath after his passionate speech.
“You’re a very clever lad, you know?” Henry looked at him with a frown to his brow but smiled shyly soon after. “Why don’t you go and give your good mornings to Emma? I’m sure she’d like one of your hugs.”
“Yeah!” Henry quickly scrambled to stand up.
“Lad.” Killian stopped the boy with a hand on his wrist. “Let Emma be the one to tell you.”
“I won’t push her.” Henry nodded solemnly.
“Thank you.”
They smiled at each other before Henry ran towards Emma.
“He’s a very special boy.”
Killian’s eyes found Johanna’s from where she now sat against a rock. She turned to see Henry giving Emma a strong hug, one she desperately returned.
“You have no idea,” Killian whispered.
“Do you think Emma will be okay?”
He nodded. “She’s strong. It will take some time but she will.”
“I trust you and Henry will be there to help her.” Johanna’s tone was soft and her smile even softer.
“We will.” He nodded with an unspoken promise.
Johanna smiled, throwing a last look towards where Emma and Henry were excitedly talking - well, Henry at least - before standing up. “I’ll fill our canteens.”
Alone, for the first time in a week, Killian took a deep breath. If Henry was right, and he was sure he was, they needed to prepare for whatever Misthaven threw at them.
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They all ate together.
Emma stayed fairly quiet, unless someone spoke to her directly. He was sure she had noticed his concerned looks towards her but she hadn’t made an effort to acknowledge them.
Henry had gotten up to refill their canteens for the last time after they ate with Johanna accompanying him. Emma had made her way to the horse and carriage when Killian finished putting away their things.
He joined her.
He saw her look at a piece of paper, so old he was surprised it still held together. There was a sketch of a long haired woman and he was able to read the words “Snow White” on it before she put it away in her bag.
“Hey.” Killian tried to keep his presence from startling her but he should know better.
“You know, I could feel your worry from a mile away.”
He was anxious that she might be annoyed with him but he noticed her lips pulled up at the corners.
“I am fine, Killian,” she assured before turning towards him.
“Are you?”
“Aye.” Emma raised her eyebrow in a terrible imitation of his accent.
Killian chuckled, shaking his head. “Are you sure? I know last night was hard, but-”
“It was,” Emma interrupted, crossing her arms. “But I’m glad I have answers. Now I know they didn’t abandon me. I know I was loved.” She shrugged, helplessly.
His hands clenched and he focused on his words instead, hoping to give her some support.
“You are still loved, Emma.”
Her eyes whipped to his, startled by the sentiment.
“We were brought together for a reason.” He shrugged, trying to downplay his conviction. “I think we needed each other.”
She cleared her throat, looking down before looking back at him. “Henry needed us.”
“Emma.” He tried to control his emotions but it was futile. “You know it’s not just about this mission.”
From a distance, he heard Henry’s chatter become louder. Right in front of his eyes, he watched Emma’s walls slam up with him on the opposite side.
“We need to focus on what’s coming next.”
Defeated, he sighed. “As you wish.”
“Killian,” Henry called, and Killian turned to see his excited smile. “Can I sit next to you?”
He felt Emma’s nervous energy spike behind him. He imagined she didn’t want to stay alone with Johanna in the carriage, not after last night. But he also couldn’t deny the boy anything.
“Of course, lad,” Killian smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “But only for a bit. We don’t know what is awaiting us as we approach Misthaven.”
“Deal!” He grinned widely as he rushed to pat the horse’s side and sat down in the front seat.
“Time to go.” Killian smiled at the two women before joining the boy.
He tried to ignore the tension between their companions as they entered the carriage. The window stayed open between the inside and the outside but Henry didn’t try to interrupt the environment inside it.
He suspected the boy hoped that Johanna would be able to talk to Emma and reassure her, but he didn't have the heart to try and dissuade him of the notion. He thought he heard a semblance of a conversation from inside the carriage - words like “names” and “snow” and “charming” drifting outside - but his attention was focused on the boy’s redundant game of guessing what he was describing. They were crossing through the woods, everything was either a tree or a flower.
Halfway through their ride, just as the forest around began to look withered and dead, Killian stopped so that Henry could get back inside the carriage.
As predicted, it didn’t take too long before they reached a crumbling wall, being taken over by the forest around them. Killian stopped the carriage a few feet away.
Johanna was right. Misthaven was desolate and ruined. But anything they imagined paled in comparison to the reality.
There was utter silence among the ruins, no life inside its boundaries. He could see some of the houses closer to the walls had been burned to the ground. He wondered if it continued the further they walked into the kingdom. Someone had cemented shards of mirrors in the walls that still stood - in some of the stones from the outer wall, in the houses, even on the ground.
He had heard stories about the greatness of Misthaven. A light in the middle of a valley.
This was darkness.
They all exited the carriage. Killian took a moment to stroke the horse’s side before he grabbed his satchel from where Emma was handing it to him. Johanna stood next to it.
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you inside.” They all turned to the older woman.
“Why?” Henry asked, a touch of indignation in his tone.
Johanna smiled sadly. “The Evil Queen has barred anyone from entering the kingdom. But I suspect she is expecting the three of you.”
“So we’re heading into a trap,” Emma surmised, looking at the ruins behind them.
“I remember Snow telling me that the Evil Queen always seemed to know things. That she could see them. I remember her asking the servants to remove the mirrors from the castle one by one,” Johanna explained.
Killian didn’t question the use of “Snow” as a name. He assumed that had something to do with their conversation inside the carriage. He looked back at the walls, more specifically at the shards of mirrors that now seemed to take on a different purpose. A new danger.
“She can see us,” Killian finished.
“I believe so.” Johanna nodded, nervously.
He heard Henry take a deep breath. “This is where Cygnus is taking us, this is where we’re meant to be.” It felt like he was convincing himself just as much as them.
They ignored Johanna’s confusion at the mention of the constellation as they looked at each other. They have been in battle together before and won; he believed they would do it again.
“I guess we’re going in.” Emma nodded determinedly, fixing the strap of her satchel on her shoulder.
“My dear,” Johanna began as she reached for Emma. He noticed her flinch in response. “I know this is difficult for you. I understand, truly, I do. But know this. You have my faith. You have your people’s faith. We believe in you.”
Emma looked uncomfortable. She still wasn’t used to this sort of sentiment.
“Thank you for your help, ma’am.” Killian took a step forward, catching the older woman’s attention.
She nodded. “Be careful and take care of each other.”
Henry held onto his hand and took Emma’s as well, who smiled at him.
“We will, thank you.” Henry smiled and Emma nodded at the woman, looking more at ease.
They watched for a moment as the woman sat down on the front seat of the carriage. They turned back to the ruins just as the carriage began to move away.
They would be okay.
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“Our guests have arrived, mirror,” Regina grinned widely as she watched Killian, Emma and the Heart of the Truest Believer, walk towards the empty space between the walls within the black frame of the mirror.
She waved her hand, willing the spell around the kingdom’s border to allow them passage. There was a maniac gleam in her eyes and an anxious spark surrounding her.
“Let’s give them a warm welcome, shall we?”
#parent for hire#cssns23#carolina writes#emma swan#killian jones#captain hook#henry mills#captainswan#captaincobra#captaincobraswan#some backstory yall#its telling tales time#also some nice bedsharing for yall#once upon a time#ouat#ouat ff#cs ff
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Some more concrete thoughts on Steve's advice to Robin, the triangle mirror in Nancy's ballerina box, Tammy Thompson rosemary imagery, and how this all connects to Rose Robin?? i.e I actually bothered to rewatch some scenes from s4 and I'm Noticing Things.
First of all, I just want to point out- I do believe Brenda's earrings are triangle mirrors. As you can see, these two shots have just a few moments between each other (I got frustrated a started pressing the screenshot button randomly so this was a happy accident) and her earrings clearly glint in the light.
Which leads me to going back to earlier in the episode when Steve and Robin have this conversation:
Steve advises Robin to just "be herself", which then goes into Robin making the point that she can't ask Vickie out because it's risky for a lesbian like herself. So clearly, despite it not being stated, what Robin and Steve are discussing here is heteronormativity. For valid reasons, Robin won't make her interest in Vickie known. We see it later in the pep rally:
Steve and his triangle mirror wearing date pass right by on front of Robin and Vickie.
Then we get Robin almost be honest to Vickie and then go back on it:
(also I just noticed that the Hawkins basketball team is literally called the Tigers. They spend all of s4 hunting down the Hellfire club. "The people of Hawkins being the true predators and the UD is just a reflection of its true nature" looks truer everyday. All the animal symbolism in this show is interesting because they literally spell it out to us in s4 that one of the main continuous theme is this concept of a "predator" and how the disenfranchised in society are scapegoated when the true people praying on the weak are those like Jason and Brenner. Abusers, bigots, etc etc. All the owl and tiger symbolism makes sense when you think about it- owls are nocturnal predators and so are tigers, like the UD beings whom we see are mostly active at night.)
Steve and his triangle mirror wearing date are behind Robin and Vickie while they watch Tammy perform, and let me tell you, she is clearly has. a lot of rosemary imagery.
The white and soft pink outfit. The ribbon around her waist. The lacey floral (?) gloves - similar to the wedding dress in the Creel attic. The pearly cross earrings and other pearls on her dress. Blue eye shadow which is more of a Karen-Angela thing I suppose but we also see it with Brenda.
An interesting thing I've noticed is that Steve, Robin, and Vickie joke about Tammy sounding like a Muppet- ie a puppet:
Which I don't need to explain what the symbolism behind a puppet is, but it goes with the themes of plays/performances that already exist within ST (Performing in this silly, terrible play- Henry). Particularly for women who are expected to perform in specific ways: docile, pure, and quiet. Speaking only to regurgitate what someone else is making you say.
Flash forward to Nancy and Robin planning to go to Penhurst and we get another triangle mirror in the ballerina box and the ballerina on front of it also the pink roses on the box itself
Again, the ballerina falls in line with the "performance" theme. A ballerina is a performer, not only that a particular type of feminine performer. Beautiful, graceful, and agile.
Which Robin comments that she is uncomfortable in her "Rose Weaver" outfit:
Which is interesting because you watch Robin get increasingly uncomfortable with the neckline/ribbon itself over her throat as the director talks down to them. Only when Robin stands up for both of them and calls out the directors misogyny (I mean most of what she said was lies but my point still stands), and breaks the performance after Nancy tells her to let her do most of the talking, is when they are able to talk to Victor.
All this puppet/performance imagery reminds me so much of Rosemary's Baby, how Guy Woodhouse spends the entire movie manipulating and deceiving her as if she were a puppet.
Also, random note, but Angela has little pearl like things on her earrings at the rink-o-mania (and blue eye shadow like Tammy and Brenda)
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Gregory Peck and Jennifer Jones in Duel in the Sun (King Vidor, 1946)
Cast: Jennifer Jones, Gregory Peck, Joseph Cotten, Lionel Barrymore, Herbert Marshall, Lillian Gish, Walter Huston, Charles Bickford, Harry Carey, Tilly Losch, Butterfly McQueen. Screenplay: David O. Selznick, Oliver H.P. Garrett, based on a novel by Niven Busch. Cinematography: Lee Garmes, Ray Rennahan, Harold Rosson. Production design: J. McMillan Johnson. Film editing: Hal C. Kern. Music: Dimitri Tiomkin.
This is a bad movie, but it's one distinguished in the annals of bad movies because it was made by David O. Selznick, who as the poster shouted at moviegoers, was "The Producer Who Gave You 'GONE WITH THE WIND.'" Selznick made it to showcase Jennifer Jones, the actress who won an Oscar as the saintly Bernadette of Lourdes in The Song of Bernadette (Henry King, 1943). Selznick, who left his wife for Jones, wanted to demonstrate that she was capable of much more than the sweetly gentle piety of Bernadette, so he cast her as the sultry Pearl Chavez in this adaptation (credited to Selznick himself along with Oliver H.P. Garrett, with some uncredited help by Ben Hecht) of the novel by Niven Busch. Opposite Jones, Selznick cast Gregory Peck as the amoral cowboy Lewt McCanles, who shares a self-destructive passion with Pearl. Both actors are radically miscast. Jones does a lot of eye- and teeth-flashing as Pearl, while Peck's usual good-guy persona undermines his attempts to play rapaciously sexy. The plot is one of those familiar Western tropes: good brother Jesse (Joseph Cotten) against bad 'un Lewt, reflecting the ill-matched personalities of their parents, the tough old cattle baron Jackson McCanles (Lionel Barrymore) and his gentle (and genteel) wife, Laura Belle (Lillian Gish). Pearl is an orphan, the improbable daughter of an improbable couple, the educated Scott Chavez (Herbert Marshall) and a sexy Indian woman (Tilly Losch), who angers him by fooling around with another man (Sidney Blackmer). Chavez kills both his wife and her lover and is hanged for it, so Pearl is sent to live with the McCanleses -- Laura Belle is Chavez's second cousin and old sweetheart -- on their Texas ranch. It's all pretentiously packaged by Selznick: not many other movies begin with both a "Prelude" and an "Overture," composed by Dimitri Tiomkin in the best overblown Hollywood style. It has Technicolor as lurid as its story, shot by three major cinematographers, Lee Garmes, Ray Rennahan, and Harold Rosson. But any attempt to generate real heat between Jones and Peck was quickly stifled by the Production Code, which even forced Selznick to introduce a voiceover at the beginning to explain that the character of the frontier preacher known as "The Sinkiller" (entertainingly played by Walter Huston) was not intended to be a representative clergyman. There are a few good moments, including an impressive tracking shot at the barbecue on the ranch in which various guests offer their opinions of Pearl, the McCanles brothers, and other things. Whether this scene can be credited to director King Vidor, who was certainly capable of it, is an open question, because Vidor found working with the obsessive Selznick so difficult that he quit the film. Selznick directed some scenes, as did Otto Brower, William Dieterle, Sidney Franklin, William Cameron Menzies, and Josef von Sternberg, all uncredited. The resulting melange is not unwatchable, thanks to a few good performances in secondary roles (Huston, Charles Bickford, Harry Carey), and perhaps also to some really terrible ones (Lionel Barrymore at his most florid and Butterfly McQueen repeating her fluttery air-headedness from GWTW).
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This is a repost of my own original fiction. It's a short story romance in 2nd person POV (not a reader insert). Rated T. Word Count: 2817
SMART MOUTH
“I love your dirty mouth.”
Your smile drops a tick when he murmurs the words, his gaze unnaturally luminescent from the shots he’s been knocking back tonight. You’ve heard this come-on before in all its iterations—wicked tongue, smart mouth—but the meaning is always the same. He loves the assumption he’s made about you, about how the rest of this night will go. In those too-bright eyes, you’re low hanging fruit, a reckless harlot on whom he can play out a fantasy or two for a few hours before he returns to the real world. Because a girl who lets crass words fall from her lips as easily and thoughtlessly as an exhaled breath—words that have grandmothers clutching pearls—surely that girl is up for anything.
The trope has become threadbare, unoriginal. Even if he didn’t look at you with every erotic thought flashing across his features like a neon “Girls! Girls! Girls!” sign at seedy strip club, at best, you’d be quirky, a novelty, an “acquired taste.” You’re the saucy best friend, sister, cousin, whatever. Never the lead in an epic romance, but the comic relief that other women love and men only want a taste of out of salacious curiosity. After all, happily-ever-after for a cheeky, brazen girl doesn’t include white picket fences and a mommy blog, right?
Except for you, it does.
There are men, rough around the edges, who would gladly take on “until death do us part” with someone just a hairsbreadth too inappropriately honest like you. But it’s the clean-cut good boys who make your skin tingle like champagne bubbles skittering through your veins. You’ve tried to change, tried to be an Eliza Doolittle to someone’s Henry Higgins, but the truth of you couldn’t be bottled long before it blew up in spectacular fashion, leaving no one unscathed—least of all you. You’ve also tried to find a connection with another “unpolished gem,” but the spark has always been a dim, pitiful thing, slow to come alive, quick to die.
You look your date over, a handsome grown-up frat boy, and pat his sculpted cheek. “You can’t handle this dirty mouth,” you say with a wink. He can’t. None of the ones you want can, and you push away the ubiquitous thought that this has never been about finding your other half, but an exercise in self-loathing.
You excuse yourself, ignoring his half-hearted protests; you aren’t lonely enough to take him up on his unspoken offer of a casual dalliance. Sometimes you are, but the encounters never do more than appease that physical need. They’re all devoid of the real communion you secretly yearn for.
You ride a taxi home, head resting against the window. Maybe you’ll take a break, say “thanks, but no thanks” to the next boy-next-door who wants to dabble with an impish Reddit troll before he chases after a poised Instagram goddess. Maybe you’ll lie on a therapist’s couch and dissect why your heart despises you by demanding what you’ll never have. Or maybe you’ll get brunch with the girls, drink too many mimosas and have them roaring with laughter. The same ol’. Always the same.
You pay the cabbie and take a deep breath as you enter your building. It’s quiet inside, though it’s not late. After three flights of your clacking heels echoing in the stairwell, you push the door open to your floor and grind your teeth to keep from scowling. He is there—your neighbor, recently returned from his latest cross-continent adventure. The man who is the pinnacle of everything you want but doesn’t want you. Oh, he adores you, laughs at your unchecked tongue—from the safe distance of naming you a “best friend.” (Your collection of those rivals the hutch full of tiny glass-blown figurines at your great aunt’s home.)
You hate him. You hate how carelessly kind he is. You hate that he works for a non-profit organization that provides food and water and shelter to those in desperate need. You hate more that your pulse stumbles and your stomach somersaults when he aims one of his genuine smiles at you. You wish he was still on the other side of the world, bringing modern irrigation technology to third-world villages, not standing by his door opposite yours, frowning at his phone.
You think if you walk quietly enough, you can slip into your apartment unnoticed. But no, the jangle of your keys betrays you when you unlock the deadbolt. He says your name, and you close your eyes before turning around. He’s not in his usual attire of jeans and Henley, sleeves pushed to the elbows. This evening, he’s in grey slacks, a white button-down with a red tie tugged loose at his neck. Face shaved smooth, hair tamed, he looks like a cover model for Cosmo’s special edition on sexy bachelors—if they had one.
“Got yourself a lady-love?” you ask, though the question is sour on your tongue. “She inside already, slipping into something more comfortable? Did you bust out the candles and rose petals? That’s how you nice boys do it, right? Or are you smooth in the streets and a freak in the sheets?” The words tumble in rapid fire from your mouth, warning shots against the charisma he unconsciously exudes. You wish you were capable of simply giving him a demur smile before gliding into your place with an air of mystery.
(But you don’t, really. You’ve played that role and it chafed.)
He breathes a whispering laugh, shaking his head. “I wish my night was that exciting,” he says. “Just dinner with the board. Boring work stuff.”
“Ugh,” you agree with an exaggerated eye roll. “The worst.”
He leans against the wall, gaze dipping briefly to take you in. “What about you? Hot date?” he asks with a glance down the empty hallway. “Is he parking the car?”
You make a face. “Lukewarm at best,” you confess. “I’m going to have to take a scalding shower just to wake up my withering libido.” You finish with an excessive sigh for effect.
Your neighbor hums in understanding. “He couldn’t handle that smart mouth.”
The truth stings like a barb in your chest, but you keep your tone light as you say, “He wanted to try.” They all do. As if you’re the flashy, high-octane showroom car they want to test drive before buying something sensible. “Goodnight.”
You open your door without waiting for a response.
A knock comes an hour later while you’re halfway through an episode of some show you’re not even sure you like. You grumble under your breath as you leave your cozy spot on the couch.
He’s on the other side of the threshold, holding up a box of microwave popcorn and a bottle of wine. He whistles as he takes in your hair piled on top of your head in a tangled knot, the old Def Leppard t-shirt you cut up into a loose tank top that hardly covers your favorite well-worn sports bra, the joggers with one leg scrunched up to your knee, and a pair of fluffy socks.
“Shut up,” you grouse, snatching the wine bottle. You make a rude gesture with your hand as you head toward the kitchen. Because while he’s changed into pajamas too, he looks more like he stepped out of a Macy’s catalogue.
His hip is against the counter as the microwave pop, pop, pops. He’s too familiar here, knows the inside of your place as well as you know his. You open the wine, pour him a glass, then take a swig directly from the bottle.
“Your night’s going that bad, huh?” He’s smiling, but there’s a tinge of concern in his eyes.
You ignore it because you don’t want the sunshine-and-rainbow platitudes he’ll offer you if he knows the defeated trail your thoughts are cantering down. There’s someone for everyone. Don’t give up hope. Nice boy lies.
You leave him to finish preparing your gourmet snack and queue up a raunchy comedy you know will have him trying not to curl his lip in distaste. It’s revenge for that artsy independent film he made you watch last time—the one you nicknamed “Everyone’s Sad All the Time.” That, and for this friendship that feels like a relentless purgatory of closeted hopes and unrequited infatuation.
Bowl of puffed kernels in hand, he joins you on the couch, settling in the middle instead of the opposite end. You shove at him with your feet, annoyed at his nearness. You don’t want to imagine what it would be like to have him in the ephemeral way you’ve had the rare others when isolation and melancholy suffocate you. Would he leave you feeling as empty? Yes, but worse. Because the interlude would be meaningless to him while it would be everything to you.
He captures your legs, lays them in his lap, and glowers at you when he sees the television screen. “You’re joking.”
You give him a puckish grin before you start the film. “I’m expanding your horizons.”
It’s halfway through the movie, and you’re snorting laughter. In your periphery, he glances at you for the tenth time in the last hour—or is it the twelfth? (You’ve lost count.) And his silent judgment is sandpaper on that raw nerve you’ve been pretending doesn’t exist. Yes, maybe you’re a bit more dumpster fire than hot mess, but you like yourself as you are. Why can’t anyone else? Why can’t he? You bristle but redouble your focus on the television.
You laugh at another vulgar joke, this one referring to nice guys in the bedroom, and his eyes are on you once more. You push pause, scowling at him.
“What?” you ask in a tight voice. “I like what I like, and I’m not going to apologize for it. You have a problem with that, then you can take your popcorn and go. I’m keeping the wine.” In fact, he can leave right now. You’ve had your fill of rejection for one night—for a lifetime.
You pick up the half-empty bottle and scramble off the couch, pointed toward your personal sanctuary. It’s silly, but you’ve never let a man into your room. You’ve been saving that for the one who looks at you—ugly bits and all—and somehow thinks you’re everything he could possibly want for the rest of his life. (Apparently such a person does not exist, at least one who is everything you could possibly want.) Your neighbor knows this, thanks to a drunken confession just before he went on his latest humanitarian excursion.
He stops in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, watching you as you set the wine on your nightstand. You throw back your covers and climb into bed.
“Lock the door on your way out,” you say. “Oh, and be a dear and turn out the lights. Thanks.” You roll over, pulling the comforter up to your ear. You’re not going to cry if you can help it. Crying gives you headaches. Crying doesn’t change reality.
The room goes dark with a flip of a switch, and you blow out a sigh. You didn’t expect him to stay, not really. A sweet gesture like that is reserved for equally sweet ingenues. Girls who can make sailors blush are supposed to be satisfied with an occasional bout of inebriated hate-sex.
You roll your eyes at these melodramatic thoughts. You’re not usually this pessimistic, but tonight, you’ll allow yourself to indulge in a little hyperbole. Soon, your neighbor will get a new assignment that will take him halfway across the world again, and you’ll have a reprieve from your intractable crush. You’ll go on a man-fast, spend more time with the girls, throw yourself into work, and the sun will rise once more.
The bed dips on the other side, and you sit up with a surprised squeak. Your neighbor’s face is painted in soft grey and pale yellow in the moonlight. You can’t decipher the expression he wears as his gaze holds yours. A beat passes, then another in absolute stillness, and you clutch the corner of your blanket to your chest, feeling uncomfortably exposed.
“You forget something?” you ask in a whisper, as if any sound might fracture this strange moment between the two of you.
The corner of his mouth curves up in a half-smile. “We didn’t talk. We usually talk.”
Your brow furrows. He’s not wrong. Communication while he’s away is sporadic at best, so when he comes home, you spend every available minute together, filling in the gaps. He regales you with anecdotes from his travels, the kind of humorous, touching stories that inspire you to volunteer at a nearby shelter every week. You tell him about the latest shenanigans from work, the recent failed attempts at yoga, and when he laughs, you feel like a queen. But maybe that’s the problem. Your heart is feasting on this semblance of a relationship, and you can’t move on. Maybe it’s time to pull away in increments so when he eventually falls head-over-heels for a doctor-without-borders, the slash in your chest will feel like a paring knife rather than a machete.
Tomorrow. You’ll begin the slow goodbye tomorrow.
For now, you nod at him. “So talk.”
He glances away as if unsure how to start. “I was offered a job tonight,” he says. “And I took it.”
“Oh.” You don’t know why this news anneals the air in your lungs. It was only a minute ago that you decided your friendship with him has become a slow-acting poison. Him gallivanting off to some remote corner of the world is exactly what you need. “Congratulations. Where are they sending you?”
“Here.” He tips his head up, studies the ceiling as if it holds unearthed truths about the universe. “Director of New Project Development. I’ll still travel occasionally, but not for months at a time.”
You can’t tell if he’s happy about the change in his career. You’re not certain you are, either. “And that’s what you want?”
“Yes.” He meets your gaze, and it’s different than before, painfully electric. Like he wants—needs—something from you, and you can’t begin to guess what it is. “I can handle it, you know. I’ve always been able to.”
You swallow at the tension strangling in your throat. Because you think he’s not talking about the new job anymore. “Handle what?”
He reaches toward you, cups your cheek, and you resist the instinct to lean into his touch. This can’t be real. His thumb brushes over your lips. “This smart mouth,” he murmurs. “I think about it every day when I’m gone.” His hand falls away, shoulders slumping. “I know ‘nice guys’ probably seem boring to you, but I…” He conveys the rest with the tentative hope written in his features.
You blink at him as you repeat his admission in your mind, examining it from all sides. What? What? “How long?”
He frowns, not understanding.
“How long have you felt like this?” You clarify for him, not daring to give into the giddiness that begs to overwhelm you.
“The truth?” He runs a hand over his face with a sigh. “I’ve been a little crazy about you since you welcomed me to the building and told me to beware of the poltergeist in the pipes.” He gives you a rueful look. “But I was gone so much, and girls like you don’t date guys like me.” He finishes with a pitiful shrug as if he’s been as tortured by unfulfilled dreams as you have been.
You stare at him. How is it possible to be full of both anger and joy at the same time. “You idiot,” you say, though you’re unsure if you’re speaking to him or yourself. “You stupid, stupid idiot.”
Before he can attribute the wrong meaning to your insult, you grab the front of his shirt and yank him toward you. You plant your mouth on his, and his hands are instantly at the sides of your head, angling it so he can get a better taste. He tells you with his lips, with his tongue how desperately he’s wanted this—wanted you. You’d cry out in bliss if you could breathe.
He pulls back too soon, but your half-formed complaint dies before you can give it a voice. Because he sees you like no one ever has, and he’s utterly captivated. Is this what people call love? Could that all belong to you—the sassy sidekick? The possibility is beautiful and terrifying and too much of both at once. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pulls the blanket away from you. There’s no more thinking.
You lay on his chest afterward, drawing lines in the thin sheen of sweat on his skin. He wraps his arms around you, kisses your forehead tenderly.
“So,” he says, “about that movie…”
You laugh. Yes, this is love.
~FIN~
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I hope this isn't annoying you please ignore if it is, but do you have any paintings/fanart/photos/tv or movie references for what Evelyn would look like? I absolutely love how you describe her, but i have aphantasia so i can't for the life of me picture her properly. I love making moodboards and things to use as a guide, so if you have any pictures/fanart you dont mind sharing I would really love that :))
It's not annoying my goodness!! You're so kind! I'm glad you've been liking the fic!
I have no eye for colour pallets or moodboards however, but I do like to save photos and paintings etc. when the mood strikes me. So I have a lot. None are super exact truly, but it was more for fashions and the ~vibes~
So! Evelyn! Female England. Featuring babies! Long post ahoy!
17th century Eva pre Civil War featuring her eldest boys...
- A Genoese Noblewoman and Her Son by Anthony van Dyck c.1626
- Detail from The Balbi Children by Anthony van Dyck c.1625
- Lady Frances Cranfield, Lady Buckhurst, later Countess of Dorset by Anthony Van Dyck, 1637
Moving through to the 18th century... When you start the century with one baby and swap it for another...
- Jane Duchess of Gordon and son George by George Romney, 1778
- Mrs. John Montresor by John Singleton Copley, 1778 (I had to go for this one - the red [riding] coat right?)
- Lady Boston, nee Christian Methuen by George Romney, c1775
- A Lady, said to be Madame Danloux, nursing her child in a drawing room by François Guillaume Ménageot, c1785
Then the baby girl arrives and Oz isn't that good at studying and the entire time they're playing house there's a real feeling of 'this is just off' for about a hundred or so years. Mama's playing the role very well but boy is it exhausting.
- Mother with infant by James Francis Day, 1863
- Sewing on a button, Edouard Frère, 1882
- A Testing Question, Frederick Morgan, 1892
- Summer Hours of Childhood by Charles Lucy, 1869
More individual solo shots of art that I picked for melancholia and goth auras...
- Girl in Green by Sara Hayden, 1899
- On the Seashore by George Elgar Hicks, 1879
- Preparing for the Ball by Viktor Schramm, 1898
- The Pearl Necklace by Henry Tonks, c.1905
- Unknown Painting by Richard Johnson, c2000
- Little Brother & Little Sister by A. Rackham, 1917
And finally some actual photographs of assorted models, actresses and rich ladies from the late 19th century who I particularly was like yup. For modern day, someone like Imogen Poots I think could be neat. She has rabbit teeth, looks perpetually tired with racoon eyes and has wild hair.
My intention is that by the end of the 19th century bit by bit the constraints are cracking and the poison is leaking out just in time for the World Wars. Still purging in the years that followed... nearly there by the end of the millennium. Just stop smoking hen.
#it's much easier to find portraits of mothers and children for most of history than fathers and children#like getting the equivalent of the kids and arthur is nigh impossible...#anyway#hope this was helpful! or fun is nothing else haha#fem!england#hetalia#hws england#q&a#headcanon#op#hws america#hws canada#hws australia#hws new zealand#fem!new zealand#five eyes group#fanfic ask#historical hetalia
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Super Titles Round-Up (April 1994)
This month: Superboy fights an elderly person! Supergirl fights herself! Steel fights, uhh, capitalism I guess!
Superboy #3 (April 1994)
Last issue, a cybernetically-enhanced old guy called Scavenger appeared out of nowhere and stole an ancient Hawaiian spear Superboy had been trying to protect (“trying” being the keyword there). Now both the Kid and the old guy head to an archeological dig to look for a gem that supposedly gives the spear vast magical powers. When they run into each other there and start fighting over the mystical artifacts, Scavenger teleports them both inside an active volcano to give himself an advantage, since he happens to be wearing a handy talisman that makes him impervious to burning alive inside volcanoes.
Scavenger manages to nab the gem and comes close to killing Superboy with it as he rants nonsensically about some mysterious “enemy” that’s out to get him with his “secret society” (sounds like a Q guy). He also brags repeatedly about his anti-lava talisman, which wasn’t such a great idea since Superboy simply snaps it off his neck and forces Scavenger to escape while swearing revenge.
So Superboy finally retrieves the spear, but the historian who was giving him shit about losing it (Dr. Kaua) still isn’t happy, since he secretly wanted to use it to become a REAL Hawaiian superhero and he can’t do that now that the gem ended up at the bottom of a volcano. The issue ends with Dr. Kaua moping on the beach when he randomly bumps into some sort of container that says “Property of U.S. Navy Pearl Harbor,” which immediately blows up on his face. Be careful what you wish for and stuff...
This issue also ties into the Clone Plague storyline going on in the main Super-books: Superboy is constantly coughing and collapses right after defeating Scavenger. Dubbilex (who had a psychic phone call with the Guardian about the Plague earlier in the issue) thinks they should take him back to Project Cadmus for examination, but Superboy’s friends propose a better treatment: a sandwich, some time in bed, and a VHS tape with the pilot episode of Superboy: The Animated Series, which we’ll see in the next issue.
Supergirl #3 (April 1994)
The issue starts with a distraught Supergirl showing up at Lana Lang’s doorstep, saying something about how she “killed them all.” We flash back and find out that, after discovering that LexCorp’s scientists think she’s a dumb bimbo and lied about the tests they’ve been running on her, she impersonated one of them to infiltrate the main lab and saw the horrible truth: they’ve been growing mindless clones of her and, for some reason, dressing them up in S&M gear.
Supergirl fights the clones and ends up destroying the entire lab with them inside -- as well as “poor” Dr. Happersen, who was already in a wheelchair after his encounter with Bizarro and ends up buried in the rubble. Supergirl still refuses to believe that her beloved Lex Luthor Jr. had anything to do with this experiment until she remembers that he ominously told her “I wish I had a hundred of you” (back in the Supergirl and Team Luthor one-shot) right before the “tests” started.
FINALLY realizing that Lex Jr. is an asshole who’s been manipulating her all along, Supergirl morphs into an edgier new look apparently inspired by her dead S&M “sisters” and promises she’s gonna hurt him (but not in a fun way).
Steel #3 (April 1994)
John Henry Irons stops by his old employer, Amertek, and demands to know how the weapons he designed for them ended up in the hands of street gangs. The main guy there, Colonel Weston, acts dumb and says he has no idea what’s going on, so John leaves Amertek and comes back later, thus giving them ample time to get a whole squad of armored goons ready to fight him. Which was... what John wanted, for some reason?
So, Steel manages to sneak into Weston’s office and burn himself a CD full of incriminating Amertek data, but then like 20 goons show up to fight him. John puts up a good fight, but eventually his armor starts overheating from being shot with too many Toastmasters and turns yellow.
This gives Weston an idea: he has John chained up and directs all the goons to shoot him with the Toastmasters at the same time to find out what his Steel armor can withstand. That’s when a ruptured gas line causes the entire office to blow up. John survives thanks to his armor, but so does Weston, because one of the goons somehow smelled the gas through his helmet and flew him away right in time. Miraculously, that CD with incriminating data isn’t even scratched, and the issue ends with John saying he’ll use it to bury Amertek.
It’s a pretty goofy issue, and the goofiest part is that John didn’t want to believe Colonel Weston was evil and feels bad about “burying” him, even though he’s shown to be a racist dickhead who twice says John’s “kind” isn’t very clever. To be fair, it’s possible he was just talking about engineers.
Hawkman #6 (February 1994)
I missed this sizeable Eradicator guest spot in the February Super Titles Round-Up, but that works out fine because he had no appearances in April ‘94. This is part of a storyline in which Hawkman’s brain is hijacked by a guy called Count Viper, leaving Hawkman’s mind trapped in Hawkwoman’s body. Using Hawkman’s face, Viper infiltrates the Justice League of America’s HQ and hypnotizes Wonder Woman, Bloodwyn, and the Eradicator, who happened to be in the general area. Apparently, the Eradicator was extra-easy to hypnotize because Viper and him share the same patriotic ideals (they’re fascists).
Of course, the heroes (and anti-hero) eventually snap out of it and help Hawkman and Hawkwoman defeat Viper and return to their proper bodies. The Eradicator was actually used as a big cliffhanger in the previous issue when he appears as a shadowy figure and Hawkman yells “SEVEN HELLS!” (that’s “OH SHIT!” in Thanagarian). My theory is that Hawkman writer John Ostrander asked to use Superman as the third hypnotized hero and the Superman office was like “Nah, but you can have his fashy knockoff if you want.”
#superman#superboy#supergirl#steel#eradicator#scavenger#silver sword#dubbilex#clone plague#sydney happersen#lana lang#hawkman#justice league#wonder woman#bloodwynd#hawkwoman
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How do you really feel about each character?
Jack Sparrow: Aye, we be both fightin' fer tha' pearl. Only in certain circumstances would I e'er form an accord wit' sparrah. (I admit, he as' great escape tactics, I envy tha).
Will Turner: Aye, tha' lad be the offspring o' Bootstrap. He cherishes Mrs Turner n' fought fer her life, thar ain't be more then that. (I ain't forgiving him nor Jack fer shootin' me).
Elizabeth Swann: A scary yet pretty lass tha' be one o' the most powerful pirates alive. I watch er' grow from bein' a landlubber to now thar pirate king.
Joshamee Gibbs: I ain't a fan o' Jack's first mate. He be too loyal as a first mate, I would've shot him if he weren't needed fer me crew.
James Norrington: Tha man hates pirates, including' I. But he proves his loyalty ter me. He changed his alliance, now I be stuck wit' tha sod o' a deckhand but guess he be useful fer some thins.
Cutler Beckett: If I see tha' pompous peacock, I'll push me cutlass deep inta' his gullet arrrr.
Davy Jones: a captain feared by all, living and the dead. Tha fight we gave n' pulled off be one o' tha best I e'er had.
Tia Dalmer: she and I made a bargain, ta retrieve Jack sparrow. She brought me back from tha' dead n' fer in return I released er' from er' human body.
Ragetti and pintel: loyal crewmates o' mine tha stuck wit me.
Carina smyth: Aye, I ain't even told tha lass bout er' true identity. Even if she t'aught er' father was an astronomer. She be me treasure, me brightest north star.
Henry Turner: an interestin' lad whose parents were legends. I'll entrust he'll take good care o' Carina fer me.
Margaret Smyth: thar ain't be a day tha' I don't miss er'. I promised er' ta' name tha nursling meself n' watch o'er er. She be me treasurest beloved.
#pirates of the carribean rp#potc#pirates of the caribbean#barbossa#how he feels about each of them#barbossa rp#hector barbossa#potc rp#captainofthepearl#sea dog answered
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SERIES KILL COUNT ( CONSTANT WIP )
S1-4: 2294+ total. 2011+ magic, 1010+ elena, 1006+ jeremy, 1005+ matt, 75+ klaus, 52+ damon, 35 stefan, 15+ katherine, 15 caroline, 15 tomb vampires, 14+ alaric, 13 elijah, 12 hayley, 12 shane, 12 pastor young, 8+ mikael, 7+ john, 7+ jules, 7 rebekah, 5 esther, 5 rose, 5 bonnie, 4+ founder’s council, 4 isobel, 4 the brotherhood, 3+ kol, 2+ logan, 2 connor, 2 silas, 2 giuseppe, 1 harper, 1 mason, 1 tyler, 1 trevor, 1 slater, 1 stevie, 1 liz, 1 andie, 1 frederick, 1 tony, 1 bill, 1 unknown werewolves, 1 kol, 1 samantha gilbert, 1 alexander, 1 unknown man, 1 marcel
note: killing an entire sireline will count as 1000+ vampires
some characters die more than once (jeremy, alaric, vicki) and each death is counted (ie vicki dies twice. damon gets +1 for turning vicki into a vampire and stefan gets +1 for staking vicki as a vampire).
full list below the read more
S1: 58+ total. 27+ damon, 14 tomb vampires, 8 stefan, 6+ john, 4+ founder’s council, 4+ alaric, 2+ logan, 2 isobel, 2 giuseppe, 2 katherine, 1 elena, 1 magic, 1 harper.
CHAPTER ONE (101-107): 13 total, 12 damon, 1 stefan
01 darren malloy: deceived and fed on (101) by damon
01 brooke fenton: deceived and fed on (101) by damon
02 unknown couple: deceived and fed on (102) by damon
01 mr. tanner: fed on (103) by damon
01 joseph salvatore: stabbed in self-defense (PS, 105, 509) by damon
01 zach salvatore: neck snapped (105) by damon
03 vicki’s friends: fed on (106) by damon
01 vicki donovan: neck snapped, turned (106) by damon
01 logan fell: fed on, turned (106) by damon
01 vicki donovan: staked in self-defense (107) by stefan
CHAPTER TWO (108-114): 12+ total, 8 damon, 3 stefan, 2 katherine, 1 elena, 2+ logan, 1 alaric, 1 magic
01 unknown boyfriend: fed on (108) by damon
01 lexi branson: staked (108) by damon
2+ hotel patrons (110) by logan
01 logan fell: staked (110) by alaric
01 bree: heart ripped out (111) by damon
01 isobel: fed on, turned (PS, 111) by damon
01 noah: staked (112) by stefan (and damon)
02 travelers: fed on (1864, 113) by katherine (and damon)
01 ben: burned to death, self defense (114) by stefan
01 sheila bennett: exhausted (114) by magic (and damon, stefan and elena)
CHAPTER THREE (115-122): 33+ total, 7+ damon, 4 stefan, 2 isobel, 3+ alaric, 2 giuseppe, 1 harper, 6+ john gilbert, 4+ the founder’s council, 14 tomb vampires
01 unknown hiker: fed on (115) by harper
01 trudie peterson: pushed down the stairs (115) by isobel’s accomplice (and isobel)
01 isobel’s accomplice: steps into traffic (115) by isobel
01 alaric saltzman: staked (115) by damon
01 bethanne: staked, self defense (116) by stefan
01 samantha gibbons: neck snapped (117) by damon
2+ tomb vampires: various methods (117) by damon and alaric
01 frederick: fed on, self defense (117) by stefan
01 john gilbert: neck snapped (118) by damon
13 human residents: unknown (118) by tomb vampires
02 stefan and damon: shot (1864, 120) by giuseppe
01 giuseppe salvatore: injured and fed on (1864, 120) by stefan
01 unnamed girl: fed on (1864, 120) by damon (and stefan)
01 henry: not sure (120) by alaric (and damon)
02 pearl and harper: staked (120) by john
01 annabelle zhu: staked (122) by john (and the founder’s council)
01 richard lockwood: neck snapped (122) by a tomb vampire (and john and the founder’s council)
2+ tomb vampires: burned alive (122) by the founder’s council (and john)
S2: 63+ total. 15 klaus, 11 damon, 11 stefan, 9 elijah, 7+ jules, 7 katherine, 5 rose, 3 caroline, 2 isobel, 2 bonnie, 1 mason, 1 tyler, 1 trevor, 1 slater, 1 stevie, 1 alaric, 1 elena, 1 magic, 1 matt, 1 john, 1 liz
CHAPTER ONE (201-207): 9 total, 4 damon, 4 katherine, 3 caroline, 1 mason, 1 tyler
01 jeremy gilbert: neck snapped, resurrected (201) by damon
01 caroline forbes: suffocated, turned (201) by katherine
01 carter: drained of blood (202) by caroline
01 jimmy: head trauma, self defense (205) by mason (and katherine)
02 sheriff deputies (205) by caroline and damon, self defense
01 mason lockwood: heart ripped out (206) by damon
01 aimee bradley: broken spine (207) by katherine
01 sarah: head trauma, self defense (207) by tyler (and katherine)
CHAPTER TWO (208-214): 32+ total, 5 damon, 4 stefan, 1 trevor, 9 elijah, 1 bonnie, 7 klaus, 5 rose, 3 katherine, 1 slater, 7 jules, 1 stevie
01 unknown man: fed on (208) by trevor
01 trevor: decapitated (208) by elijah
01 elijah mikaelson: staked, self defense (208) by damon (and stefan and bonnie)
01 katherine pierce: hung (209) by katherine (and klaus and rose)
01 unknown woman: staked and fed on (209) by rose (and katherine, self defense)
03 petrovas’ allies: brutally murdered (209) by klaus and his forces
03 petrova family: brutally murdered (209) by klaus and his forces
01 slater: staked (209) by slater (and elijah)
01 jeremy gilbert: fed on (210) by katherine
03 klaus’s men: broken spine, hearts ripped out, self defense (210) by elijah
2+ several campers: torn apart (212) by jules
01 sheriff’s deputy: blunt force trauma (212) by jules
01 park maintenance man: fed on (212) by rose (and jules)
02 unknown couple: fed on (212) by rose (and jules)
01 rose: staked, mercy kill (212) by damon (and jules)
01 jessica cohen: fed on (212) by damon
02 werewolves: hearts ripped out, self defense (213) by damon
02 werewolves: impaled, self defense (213) by stefan
01 brady: heart ripped out, self defense (214) by stefan
03 werewolves: hearts ripped out, self defense (214) by elijah
01 stevie: broken neck, self defense (214) by elijah
01 alaric saltzman: stabbed to death (214) by stevie
CHAPTER THREE (215-222): 22 total, 2 damon, 7 stefan, 1 alaric, 1 elena, 2 isobel, 8 klaus, 1 magic, 1 matt, 1 bonnie, 1 john, 1 liz
01 elijah mikaelson: daggered (215) alaric
01 elijah mikaelson: daggered (215) elena
01 honoria fell: fed on (1864, 215) by stefan
01 thomas fell: fed on (1864, 215) by stefan
01 johnathan gilbert: fed on, resurrected (1864, 215) by stefan
02 unknown women: fed on (1864, 215) by stefan
01 luka martin: burned to death (216) by damon
01 jonas martin: neck snapped (216) by stefan
01 isobel flemming: burned to death (217) by isobel (and klaus)
01 john gilbert: bitten, resurrected (217) by isobel
01 bonnie bennett: exhausted, self defense, resurrected (218) by magic (and klaus)
01 maddox: shot (220) by matt
01 jenna: turned (220) by klaus
01 jules: heart ripped out (221) by klaus
01 jenna: staked (221) by klaus
01 elena: fed on, resurrected (221) by klaus
01 greta martin: neck snapped (221) by damon
01 john gilbert: life force drained (221) by bonnie (and john)
01 elijah mikaelson: daggered (222) by klaus
01 jeremy gilbert: shot in crossfire, resurrected (222) by liz
01 unknown woman: fed on (222) by stefan (and klaus)
S3: 1092+ total. 1009+ magic, 1004+ matt, 35+ klaus, 14 stefan, 9 alaric, 8+ mikael, 8 damon, 6 rebekah, 5 esther, 3 elena, 2+ katherine, 2 bonnie, 2 elijah, 2 jeremy, 1 andie, 1 frederick, 1 tomb vampires, 1 tony, 1 bill, 1 unknown werewolves, 1 kol, 1 samantha gilbert
CHAPTER ONE (301-307): 42+ total, 29+ klaus, 11 stefan, 2+ katherine, 2 rebekah, 1 damon, 1 matt, 1 andie, 1 frederick, 1 tomb vampires
01 samara, memphis: fed on (301) by stefan (and klaus)
01 keisha, memphis: fed on (301) by stefan (and klaus)
01 andie starr: impact landing (301) by andie (and stefan)
01 ray sutton: neck snapped (301) by klaus
01 derek, pack mate: killed, potentially turned (301) by klaus
10+ werewolves: killed (302) by klaus
01 ray sutton: self defense (302) by stefan
10+ werewolves: fail to turn (302) by klaus
01 unknown woman: fed on (1920, 303) by stefan
01 liam grant: presumably fed on (1920, 303) by stefan
01 security guard: fed on (303) by rebekah (and klaus)
01 chicago girl: fed on (304) by klaus
01 chicago girl: fed on (304) by stefan
01 chicago girl: fed on (304) by rebekah
01 gloria: stabbed in the neck, self defense (304) by katherine
01 alaric saltzman: snapped neck (304) by damon
01 tyler lockwood: snapped neck (305) by klaus
01 dana, student: fed on (305) by stefan (and klaus)
01 chad, student: fed on (305) by stefan (and klaus)
01 matt: drowning (305) by matt
02 unknown girls: fed on (306) by stefan
1+ mourners and gravediggers: fed on (306) by katherine (for mikael)
01 tobias fell: mutilated (307) by frederick (and the tomb vampires)
CHAPTER TWO (308-315): 31+ total, 8+ mikael, 6 alaric, 5 magic, 5 klaus, 4 esther, 3 elena, 3 damon, 2 elijah, 2 stefan, 1 tony, 1 jeremy, 1 rebekah, 1 bill, 1 unknown werewolves
01 henrik: mutilated (900s, 308) by unknown werewolves
01 mikael: turned (900s, 308) by esther (likely)
01 rebekah: turned (900s, 308) by mikael
01 klaus: turned (900s, 308) by mikael
01 elijah: turned (900s, 308) by mikael
01 finn (assumed): turned (900s, 308) by mikael
01 kol (assumed): turned (900s, 308) by mikael
01 unknown man: fed on (900s, 308) by rebekah
01 klaus’s first kill (900s, 308) by klaus
2+ villagers/half the village (900s, 308) by mikael
01 esther mikaelson: heart ripped out (900s, 308) by klaus
01 mikael: daggered (309) by elena (and mikael)
01 rebekah mikaelson: daggered (309) by elena
01 hybrid doorman: heart ripped out (309) by damon
01 mikael: staked, white oak (309) by klaus
01 alaric: hit by a car (310) by tony (and klaus)
01 tony: shot and decapitated (310) by jeremy
01 unknown hybrid: heart ripped out (311) by damon
01 mindy, hybrid: decapitated (311) by stefan
01 brian walters: staked (311) by alaric (and magic)
01 darren warren: heart ripped out (312) by elijah
01 bill forbes: stabbed, turned (313) by alaric (and magic)
01 alaric: killed to resurrect (313) by elena
01 unknown girl: fed on (313) by klaus
01 bill forbes: does not transition (313) by bill
01 kol mikaelson: daggered (315) by alaric
03 rebekah, elijah, and finn: linked to kol (315) by magic (and esther and alaric)
01 abby bennett: snapped neck, turned (315) by damon (and stefan and elijah)
CHAPTER THREE (316-322): 1019+ total, 1004+ magic, 1003+ matt, 4 damon, 3 rebekah, 3 alaric, 2 bonnie, 1 kol, 1 klaus, 1 stefan, 1 esther, 1 jeremy, 1 samantha gilbert
01 zachariah salvatore: stabbed (1912, 316) by samantha gilbert (and magic)
01 unknown girl: fed on (1912, 316) by damon
01 marianna lockwood: fed on and decapitated (1912, 316) by stefan
01 samantha gilbert: killed, resurrected (1912, 316) by damon
01 piano man: fed on (317) by damon and rebekah
01 finn mikaelson: staked (318) by matt (and mystic falls)
01 sage: linked to finn (318) by magic (and matt)
01 troy: linked to finn (318) by magic (and matt)
1000+ vampires: linked to finn (318) by magic (and matt)
01 kol mikaelson: staked, resurrected (319) by damon
01 mary porter: staked (319) by kol
01 alaric saltzman: neck snapped (319) by klaus
01 rebekah mikaelson: daggered (320) by alaric
01 alaric saltzman: stabbed, turned (320) by esther
01 esther mikaelson: stabbed (320) by alaric
01 jeremy gilbert: life drained (321) by bonnie
01 klaus mikaelson: life drained (321) by bonnie (and jeremy)
01 klaus mikaelson: staked, body only (322) by alaric
01 elena gilbert: drowned (322) by rebekah
01 alaric saltzman: linked to elena (322) by magic (and rebekah)
S4: 1081+ total. 1005+ elena, 1004+ jeremy, 1000+ magic, 25+ klaus, 12 caroline, 12 hayley, 12 shane, 12 pastor young, 6 damon, 4 the brotherhood, 4 katherine, 2+ kol, 2 elijah, 2 stefan, 2 connor, 2 silas, 1 rebekah, 1 alexander, 1 unknown man, 1 marcel, 1 bonnie
CHAPTER ONE (401-402): 15 total, 12 pastor young, 1 stefan, 1 rebekah, 2 damon
01 pastor young: gas explosion (401) by pastor young
11 council members: gas explosion (401) by pastor young
01 deputy adams: head trauma (401) by stefan and rebekah (for elena)
01 sheriff deputy: snapped neck, self defense (401) by damon
01 sheriff deputy: impaled with shotgun, self defense (401) by damon
CHAPTER TWO (403-409): 30 total, 4 the brotherhood, 1 alexander, 2 connor, 19 klaus, 1 elena, 2 jeremy, 1 stefan, 12 hayley, 12 shane
01 unknown vampire: burned alive (1100s, 404) by the brotherhood
01 rebekah mikaelson: staked (1100s, 404) by alexander
03 elijah, kol, and finn: daggered (1100s, 404) by the brotherhood
01 nate: decapitated (404) by connor jordan
05 the brotherhood: murdered (404) by klaus
01 rebekah mikaelson: daggered (404) by klaus
01 hybrid dean: shot (405) by connor
01 connor jordan: snapped neck (405) by elena
01 hybrid chris: decapitated (406) by jeremy
01 hospital murderer: turned (407) by stefan
01 hospital murderer: killed (407) by jeremy
10 hybrids: decapitation/heart extraction (409) by klaus (and hayley and shane)
01 hybrid kimberly: decapitation/heart extraction (409) by klaus (and hayley and shane)
01 hybrid adrian: decapitation/heart extraction (409) by klaus (and hayley and shane)
01 carol lockwood: drowned (409) by klaus
CHAPTER THREE (410-415): 1011+ total, 5+ klaus, 1002+ jeremy, 2+ kol, 1 unknown man, 4 katherine, 1001+ elena, 1000+ magic, 1 silas
01 pizza delivery girl: turned (410) by klaus
01 pizza delivery girl: staked (410) by jeremy
2+ humans: turned (411) by klaus
2+ vampires: heart extraction (411) by kol (and klaus)
01 unknown man: stabbed (411) by himself (and katherine)
01 kol mikaelson: staked (412) by jeremy (and elena)
1000+ vampires: linked to kol (412) by magic (and jeremy and elena)
01 unknown man: hatchet in back (413) by katherine
01 massak: drained of blood (414) by katherine
01 jeremy gilbert: drained of blood (414) by silas (and katherine)
CHAPTER FOUR (416-423): 25 total, 3 elena, 4 damon, 1 silas, 12 caroline, 1 marcel, 2 elijah, 1 bonnie, 1 klaus
01 unknown woman: fed on (416) by elena
01 will: heart extraction (416) by damon
01 atticus shane: blood loss (416) by silas (possibly)
01 aja: stabbed in chest (417) by caroline
11 witches: killed (417) by caroline
02 unknown pair: fed on (1970s, 417) by damon
01 jolene: neck snapped (418) by elena
01 jane-anne: slashed neck (420) by marcel
01 unknown vampire: staked (420) by elijah
01 unknown vampire: heart extraction (420) by elijah
01 matt donovan: snapped neck (421) by damon
01 bonnie bennett: exhaustion (422) by bonnie
01 ghost aja: decapitated (423) by klaus
01 katherine pierce: cured (423) by elena
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There are situations I’ve found archiving images from a campaign when the designer client/Fashion House’s usage period expire. For one reason or another were not submitted in an editorial set, used on social media and/or in a branding campaign.
Case in point one image with images from other campaigns, were recently posted by my fashion client. Since their usage period expired a little over two years ago. My fashion client posting them as stories. Was a subtle hint to call, talk about the next campaign and asked during our conversation. Would I be fine with Images from this campaign selected by the editors for a feature about his house. To be published in the near future by Hearst (Harper’s Bazaar US).
This series of three images are from that campaign at Sanibel Island. They were shot on the rock filled ledge at a small fishing area on the “bridge” road to the Island. It was the second of a two day campaign for Heritage India Fashions, Wednesday Dec 30th, 2020.
Model: Natalie Aponte
Designer: Prashant Goyal for Heritage India Fashions
Pearl necklace/accessories: Donna Moody Gray
Stylist: John Henry Edington
Nikon D850, AF-S Nikkor 300MM f2.8 IF-ED II
ISO: 64
#naturallight #naturallightportrait #editorialfashionphotography #fashiondesigner #fashionphotographer #rudyparias #rudyariasphotography #unedited #nikonnofilter #nikond850 #nikon #uneditedphoto # pursuitofportraits #makingportraits #fashioncampaign #supremeshutter #oodt #ootdfashion #photooftheday #photoofthedays #gulfcoast
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My WIPs
BNHA
i looked into the mirror and it was you i saw (series)
part 1 - i'll give you my heart so you can keep it safe - completed!
part 2 - cradle it in your hands and run away - completed!
part 3 - don't look back for you will see - being updated
part 4 - a longing broken part of me - in the works
Danny Phantom
Unnamed BAMF!Danny fic - planned
of ghosts and vigilantes (a DPxDC crossover series)
one-shot - Darling, you reek of Death - in the works
part 1 - Sing me my forever lullaby - planned
part 2 - Weep the song until I die - planned
part 3 - And then cry, cry, cry - planned
one-shot - Father of the Dead - planned
Henry Danger
Can you see me drowning? - completed! might be rewritten at one point
Henry Danger Rewritten - planned
MCYT
when the fire dies and all that remains is flowers - on hold
Unnamed LifeSeries!Pearl fic - planned
Original Works
don't spoil the ending, 'cause i don't think i'll like it (a superhero dystopian series) (will be posted on ao3)
Hey, can you tell me that story in which we'll be alright again? - in the works
Well, back when you were just a little lad... - planned
Lost Causes (a series of superhero books set in the same universe) (will hopefully one day be traditionally published)
Book 1 - The Family Treneer - in the works
Book 2 - The Coming of Age of Jane Treneer - planned
Book 3 - The Superhuman Rebellion - planned
Book 4 - The Soul of Youth - planned
Book 5 - The Death of Us - planned
Book 6 - The History of Falling - planned
Book 7 - The Origin - planned
Book 8 - The Children Who Escaped - planned
Book 9 - The Final Sundown - planned
Book 10 - The Crack Within This Heart - planned
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ST Costuming Posts
Will’s Unbuttoned Flannel (x)
Initial Post About The BTS Picture Of Young Henry’s Sensory Tank Suit Costume (x)
Will Wearing The Same Shirt In The Science Fair Photo From S1 vs At The Arcade in S2 (x)
Jonathan Being Dressed Like Lonnie When Ranting About The Cycle Of Abuse (x)
Owens’ S4 NINA Outfit Is The Inverse of Will’s S2 Outfit (x)
He Likes It Cold vs The Snowflakes On The Hawkins Lab Gowns (x)
Mike’s Hair and Costume Being Inspired By Pete Townshend From The Who (x)
El’s NINA Flannel Being Similar To Will’s S2 Flannel (x)
Chrissy and Karen and Virginia Parallels and Chrissy’s Hair Originally Being Styled Just Like Karen’s (x)
Jason and 001 Costuming and Shot Parallels (x)
Karen and Virginia Costuming Parallels: Theyre The Same Person, Different Timelines (x)
Karen’s Blue S1 Coat Dress vs Virginia’s Blue Moving-In Dress (x)
Yet Another Karen-Virginia Parallel: Wheeler Kitchen Curtains vs Virginia’s Shirt and Virginia and Karen’s Hair (x)
Connie’s Hair vs 001’s Hair (x)
What The Hell Is On Connie’s Brooch? (x)
Victor Creel and “Why Women Kill” Costuming Parallels (x)
Henry’s Slicked Down Hair and Control (x)
Why Did Young Henry Need A Stunt Double In His Dinner Clothes? (x)
Henry’s Invisible Belt (x)
Young Henry’s Wardrobe/Converse (x)
Young Henry’s Wardrobe/Converse and Formal Shoes vs Casual Shoes (x)
Virginia’s Dinner Shirt vs Henry’s Rabbit Scene Shirt (x)
Pearl Buttons:An Analysis Of Barb Possibly Having Powers (x)
Will and Henry’s Shirts Being Inverted Versions Of Eachother (x)
Mike’s Quarry Shirt Is The Same As His Hospital Scene Shirt (x)
Mike’s Shoes During The Crazy Together Scene Are The Same As His Shoes During The Quarry Scene (x)
Mike With His Backpack Half On (x)
Ted and Mike Sweater Parallels (x)
Mike’s S4 Underwear Scene vs Ripley’s Underwear Scene In Alien (x)
Mike Costuming Parallels When El Gets Taken By The Police Van vs At The Quarry (x)
Mike Is The Only One Without A Covering On His Hellfire Shirt In The Cafeteria Scene (x)
Ted Wheeler and Philip Cunningham Costuming Parallels (x)
S2 Mike and S4 Ted Costuming Parallels (x)
Ted’s Glasses, Fred’s Glasses, and Barb’s Glasses (x)
Scott’s Plaid Funeral Scarf Has the Same Colours as Henry’s Plaid Moving-In Shirt (x)
Even If You Don’t See A Detail, It’s There: When Will We Finally Beat The Production Error Allegations? Not Everything Is A Production Error, The Details Matter. (x)
The Yellow And Black Plaid Shirt And Yet Another “Blonde Haired Kid And Black Haired Kid” Pairing (x)
Scott Clarke Is Everywhere (Featuring The Beige Coat) (x)
Why Are NINA Suit and Sensory Tank Suits Different? (x)
Kevin L Johnson’s Sideburns (x)
#stranger things#st analysis#st costuming#henry creel costuming#mike wheeler costuming#will byers costuming#victor creel costuming#karen wheeler costuming#pinned post section#pinned post section: st costuming#ted wheeler costuming#virginia creel costuming
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🎥THE COMPLETE 2023 MOVIE LIST🎥
(Without the Halloween and Christmas lists)
#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION
FILMS OF 2023
1. Banshees of Inisherin (2023)
2. The Visitor (1979)
3 The Hunt for Red October (1990)
4. The Four Seasons (1981)
5. The Burbs (1989)
6. The Blob (1958)
7. The Blob (1988)
8. Raging Bull (1980)
9. River's Edge (1986)
10. A Shot In The Dark (1964)
11. Violent Night (2022)
12. Pearl (2022)
13. It Happened One Night (1934)
14. Secretary (2002)
15. Dracula (1992)
16. Hard Target (1993)
17. Skinamarink (2022)
18. Head Of The Family (1996)
19. Rubber's Lover (1996)
20. Dr. No (1962)
21. Goldeneye (1995)
22. On The Silver Globe (1988)
23. Top Knot Detective (2016)
24. Fantastic Voyage (1966)
25. Crimes Of The Future (2022)
26. Get Carter (1971)
27. Dog Soldiers (2022)
28. Demon City Shinjuku (1988)
29. Death Line AKA: Raw Meat (1972)
30. Indian Jones and the Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull (2008)
31. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)
32. Invaders From Mars (1953)
33. The Velvet Vampire (1971)
34. Cobra (1986)
35. Assault On Precinct 13 (1976)
36. Batman Returns (1992)
37. My Dinner With Andre (1981)
38. Beyond The Darkness (1979)
39. VIY (1967)
40. Communion (1989)
41. The Cable Guy (1996)
42. In The Mouth Of Madness (1994)
43. From Beyond (1986)
44. Wings Of Desire (1987)
45. The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension (1984)
46. The Living Dead At Manchester Morgue (1974)
47. The Man Who Would Be King (1975)
48. Casablanca (1942)
49. Swamp Thing (1982)
50. The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent (2022)
51. Cronos (1993)
52. Spiral (2021)
53. Boss Level (2020)
54. Kids In The Hall: Brain Candy (1996)
55. The Menu (2022)
56. Altered States (1980)
57. The Terror (1963)
58. The Sword And The Sorcerer (1982)
59. The Verdict (1982)
60. Nothing But Trouble (1991)
61. John Wick Chapter 4 (2023)
62. Maniac Cop (1988)
63. Maniac Cop 2 (1990)
64. The Thing From Another World (1951)
65. AntiChrist (2009)
66. Dungeons And Dragons Honor Among Thieves (2023)
67. Revenge Of The Ninja (1983)
68. The Raven (1963)
69. Lost Highway (1997)
70. The Devil's Rain (1975)
71. Critters (1986)
72. Jackie Brown (1997)
73. The Night Of The Werewolf (1981)
74. The Bridge On The River Kwai (1957)
75. The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023)
76. Cocaine Bear (2023)
77. After Hours (1985)
78. Batman Forever (1995)
79. The Big Lebowski (1998)
80. Things (1989)
81. Onibaba (1964)
82. Commando (1985)
83. Jacob's Ladder (1990)
84. Saint Maud (2019)
85. Fright Night (1985)
86. Fright Night Part 2 (1988)
87. Joe Versus The Volcano (1990)
88. Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)
89. The Hobbit (1977)
90. The Lair Of The White Worm (1988)
91. Tango And Cash (1989)
92. Desperado (1995)
93. Puss And Boots: The Last Wish (2022)
94. The People Under The Stairs (1991)
95. Tales From The Crypt: Demon Knight (1995)
96. Robin Redbreast (1970)
97. The Missouri Breaks (1976)
98. Pumpkinhead (1988)
99. God Told Me To (1976)
100. The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari (1920)
101. The Hateful Eight (2015)
102. Nowhere (1997)
103. Tommy (1975)
104. Last Shift (2014)
105. Multiple Maniacs (1970)
106. Bronson (2008)
107. Child Of God (2013)
108. Subspecies (1991)
109. Batman: Mask Of The Phantasm (1993)
110. The Hound Of The Baskervilles (1959)
111. Blood Simple (1984)
112. Bloodstone: Subspecies 2 (1993)
113. Beneath The Planet of the Apes (1970)
114. The Fly 2 (1989)
115. Berberian Sound Studio (2012)
116. Antiviral (2012)
117. Evil Dead Rise (2023)
118. Sundown: The Vampire In Retreat (1989)
119. Terrifier 2 (2022)
120. Shivers (1975)
121. The McPherson Tape (1989)
122. Moonage Daydream (2022)
123. The Saddest Music In The World (2003)
124. Masters Of Horror: Cigarette Burns (2005)
125. Lurking Fear (1994)
126. The Passion Of The Christ (2004)
127. Rambo: Last Blood (2019)
128. Fantastic Planet (1973)
129. Old Henry (2021)
130. Halloween Ends (2022)
131. The Shakiest Gun In The West (1968)
132. M3GAN (2022)
133. Smile (2022)
134. DUNE (2021)
135. High Noon (1952)
136. Hot Fuzz (2007)
137. Infinity Pool (2023)
138. Tales From The Gimli Hospital (1988)
139. Bullit (1968)
140. Jesus Shows You The Way To The Highway (2019)
141. Subspecies V: Blood Rise (2023)
142. Dario Argento's Dracula (2012)
143. Barbie (2023)
144. The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934)
145. The Dead Zone (1983)
146. The Neon Demon (2016)
147. Krull (1983)
148. Stephen King's Graveyard Shift (1990)
149. Elliot (2017)
150. Dogville (2002)
151. Eastern Promises (2007)
152. Sorcerer (1977)
153. Dagon (2001)
154. Zatoichi (1989)
155. Equinox (1970)
156. Clash Of The Titans (1981)
157. Calvaire/The Ordeal (2004)
158. Waxwork 2: Lost In Time (1992)
159. Matinee (1993)
160. Blood For Dracula (1974)
161. Murder By Decree (1979)
162. Ghostbusters: Afterlife (2021)
163. A Night To Remember (1958)
164. The Night Stalker (1972)
165. The Night Strangler (1973)
166. Don't Torture A Duckling (1972)
167. Fargo (1996)
168. Bloodsport (1988)
169. Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves (1991)
170. The Terminator (1984)
171. 4D Man (1959)
172. Magic (1978)
173. Trilogy Of Terror (1975)
174. Paprika (2006)
175. The Changeling (1980)
176. The Devil's Chair (2007)
177. The Omega Man (1971)
178. A Nightmare On Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (1988)
179. The Time Machine (1960)
180. Three Thousand Years Of Longing (2022)
181. Red Riding: 1974 (2009)
182. Red Riding: 1980 (2009)
183. Red Riding: 1983 (2009)
184. The Devil's (1971)
185. Once Upon A Time In The West (1968)
186. Lonesome Dove (1989)
187. The Never Ending Story (1984)
188. The Seventh Curse (1986)
189. Dreamland (2019)
190. Money Plane (2020)
191. Dune (1984)
192. Halloween 2 (1981)
193. Fool's Paradise (2023)
194. The Straight Story (1999)
195. A Serious Man (2009)
196. A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)
197. Misery (1990)
198. Forbidden Planet (1956)
199. Time Bandits (1981)
200. Escape From New York (1981)
201. Escape From L.A. (1996)
202. HEAD (1968)
203. Leptirica (1973)
204. Indiana Jones And The Dial Of Destiny (2023)
205. The War Of The Worlds (1953)
206. Godzilla: Minus One (2023)
207. Horror Express (1972)
208. TÁR (2022)
209. Runaway (1984)
210. Shock Treatment (1981)
211. Apocalypse Now: Redux (1979)-(2001)
212. Barry Lyndon (1975)
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